"Grandma!' Gobo exclaimed. He rushed up from the table and other to
her side. She was convulsing a little, and choking for breath. Gobo
didn't know what to do! It wasn't as if she was choking or anything, it
was as if her lungs weren't working like they should. ChiChi grabbed his
hand and held it tightly. He picked her up and carried her into the
bedroom. It wasn't as if there was a hospital nearby. With no vehicle,
and no 911, this was the best he could do. Gobo placed her on her sleeping
mat, then rifled through the plastic chest looking for any medicine that
might remain. He pulled out the empty bottle which once housed pills and
his heart sank. Now what?
"G-Go…" His Grandmother managed to choke out. Gobo didn't know if she was asking for him, or one of his dead relatives. Most of their names started with 'go'. But just then he couldn't care less.
"Grandma, save your breath!" He pleaded. She shook her head, gasping. Her eyes still held fire. She looked at him with a piercing gaze for a second. Right then, Gobo knew she didn't see Goku, Gohan, or Goten. She saw him. Right then, if she'd said his father had been taught to fight by a man who hatched from an egg, he would have believed her. She gripped his hand tightly and drew a deep, final breath.
"…It's true… All of it… Believe me." She said in a raspy voice that wasn't half a whisper. Gobo's eyes filled with tears. He nodded his head carefully. ChiChi smiled. Then she convulsed once more briefly, her mouth open to try and grab any air. Her hand clenched against his tightly in pain. Gobo closed his eyes as all at once he felt her go limp. Her hand released his as the life flooded away from her body. He swallowed hard. It had all happened so quickly, he still didn't believe it. So he sat there, he wasn't certain for how long. Just sitting next to his Grandma's body. He didn't think anything, or feel anything. He didn't know anything at all anymore. Except that it hurt. That something hurt, bled, ached inside him. There was nothing left now.
"…Alone." He whispered numbly after a long while. He turned his dark eyes to his Grandma, and gently pulled her eyelids shut. "Grandma, I'm all alone." Gobo whispered. Then he stood and walked away. What should he do? What could he do? He looked all round the tiny apartment. A flower of rage slower began to grew and blossom deep inside him. "NO!" He screamed. His voice rattled the walls and echoed down the building. Something flared inside him. A burning fire, he hadn't known was there before. "Not this! This can't happen to me!" Gobo yelled. He felt so distraught inside. Suddenly something flared up within him. Through eyes clouded with tears he saw a light go up around him. It burned like fire all around his body. Power surged through his limbs. But he didn't care. All he cared about was the pain. With a shout he raised his arms. The fire around them glowed brightly, until it became concentrated into floating orbs that hovered at his fingers. Gobo wasn't sure why, but this didn't scare him. It seemed… Natural. He was in pain, he needed to do something, hurt something! The energy exploded away from him. He cried out as his apartment was incinerated. Everything, from the table and chairs, to his Grandma's body. It all turned to ashes. His flesh burned at the intensity of his own ki. The explosion ripped down the hallway, down the staircase, destroying every level of the building. Screams mingled with the sounds of fire and explosions as people were killed in the massive eruption of energy. When at last it ended, Gobo collapsed through the wreckage of the building. The floors were so decimated they could no longer stand. The entire thing came falling in on him, ash and soot covering his body from head to toe. He coughed, desperately trying to clear his air-way. Planks of wood and debris smashed into him. Gobo fell until he hit the ground level. There was a resounding 'crash' as his body hit the hard ground. The air was knocked out of him. He drew breath, but only got soot and flecks of wood. Gobo hacked and wheezed. His arms flailed as he tried to push past the remains of the building and reach clean air. All the while his head buzzed with thoughts of desperation and confusion.
Eventually, and to his own surprise, he managed to pull himself out of the debris. Gobo choked up a cloud of soot as he rose up. His body ached, but for some reason, felt more exhausted than hurt. He shook his head to try and clear it. This was all happening too quickly for him.
"What the hell is going on?!?" He demanded, in a voice made scratchy by the ash. His lungs desperately gathered air from all around, and Gobo doubled over, his own exhaustion made apparent. As he tried to recover, his eyes surveyed the damage to his own body. He blinked. Raising his hands, he looked them over. Not a scratch! Gobo gazed at his legs, stomach, chest, arms… There was absolutely no damage. He was covered in black soot, and very tired. But that was it. No blood, even! "…How is this possible? It must be a dream." Gobo convinced himself. He looked all around at the remains of what had been his home for the past fifteen years. An almost crazed laugh escaped his lips. "That's it! I'm still dreaming. I'm just asleep. In a few minutes, Grandma will wake me up and be angry I fell asleep studying… Right?" He half-told, half-asked himself. But then tears sprung up in his eyes. Gobo lowered his hands. This wasn't a dream. He knew that; Thinking it was had been a false hope. And it hadn't even lasted. Gobo had seen too much pain and too much death to deny the truth when he saw it now. His eyes closed tight to shut out the demolition around him. "What happened? I killed everyone, destroyed everything… But how?" He whispered. (A/N In my story, ChiChi hasn't trained Gobo or taught him about ki. She was too old, tired, and busy working to do that.)
Suddenly a loud whirring sound filled his ears. Gobo whipped around and looked down the street. An alien vehicle, occupied by several rowdy teenagers of the race was speeding down the street. Instinctive fear told Gobo to hide, but by the time he thought of it it was too late.
There were three beings in the vehicle, too male and one female. It was shaped like a glittering silver disk, with four seats in it and a narrow control board for a dash. There was no top, and no wheels. It floated above the ground gracefully. The three aliens, one female and two male, looked surprisingly human. They were all tall and pale, with silvery skin and brightly coloured eyes. Flesh-coloured speckles surrounded their eyes, and their nails were long and translucent. The female leaned forward in the vehicle. Her long white hair spilled down over her shoulders and she smiled wickedly. "Hey, look boys! There's been an accident!" She taunted with mock concern. One of the males snickered, and the other joined in her game.
"Yeah, I wonder what happened. Ya think maybe HE did it?" He asked, jutting a thumb out at Gobo. A pang of guilt flooded the seventeen-year- old. How ironic that the alien had singled him out in sarcasm, when it was in fact the truth. 'All those people… It's my fault, isn't it?' Gobo thought dejectedly. He lowered his head in defeat as he heard the female pipe up.
"Oh my, we can't have that, can we? I won't let some little pisser pick on our 'pets'. C'mon, lets teach him a lesson." She said. Gobo closed his eyes again as he heard the sound of the vehicle start up. Why fight it? There was no way he could escape. Besides, he deserved any fate he got. After what he'd just done…
Gobo's eyes opened as he felt something heavy impact with his standing form. The wind raced around him as the aliens' vehicle pushed him along through the air. Instinctually his hands wrapped around the metal of the car. For once he wasn't surprised to see an uncanny display. His fingers dug into the vehicle's frame, bending the metal a little. But then, he'd always had strength in that respect. Above him the aliens laughed. Well, until they realised he was seriously hurt. One of the males whistled. "Oooh, look at that. Strong, aint he?" He said.
"Oh yeah? Well let's see him 'strong' his way out of this!!!" The female exclaimed. Gobo yelled as he felt himself smash up against a strong brick wall. The streets around him were completely empty. People had rushed indoors, both because of the destruction of Gobo's building and because of the presence of the aliens. No one wanted to get chosen as 'prey'. The wall behind him gave a little, and this time the demi-saiyan swore he felt something inside his crack. A searing pain stretched up his chest. 'One of my ribs…' He realised as the female hit the gas. A small cloud of steam began to fizzle up from the hood of the car. Gobo screamed as the pain intensified. But he didn't die. With a curse one of the males turned and leaned over to the trunk. He wrenched it open and pulled out a massive energy gun. The male smirked as he aimed it right between Gobo's eyes.
"This should finish you off, buddy." The creature sneered. What happened next seemed almost to move in slow motion. The alien made began to squeeze the trigger. But as he did, something dropped from the sky like a ton of lead bricks. A foot darted out quicker than lightning, so quick that Gobo wasn't even sure he saw it until the gun went flying away. There was a blur of quick movement as a figure with dark hair flung the aliens out of the car. Gobo heard a crack as the female's neck was snapped. Then one male's back was snapped in half, and there was another quick blur, which left the remaining creature to fall over with a gaping hole in his chest. Gobo blinked his eyes tried to capture the mysterious creature which had rescued him. His eyelids fluttered, and the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious from the pain was an odd figure with dark hair, dressed in a brown leather coat.
"G-Go…" His Grandmother managed to choke out. Gobo didn't know if she was asking for him, or one of his dead relatives. Most of their names started with 'go'. But just then he couldn't care less.
"Grandma, save your breath!" He pleaded. She shook her head, gasping. Her eyes still held fire. She looked at him with a piercing gaze for a second. Right then, Gobo knew she didn't see Goku, Gohan, or Goten. She saw him. Right then, if she'd said his father had been taught to fight by a man who hatched from an egg, he would have believed her. She gripped his hand tightly and drew a deep, final breath.
"…It's true… All of it… Believe me." She said in a raspy voice that wasn't half a whisper. Gobo's eyes filled with tears. He nodded his head carefully. ChiChi smiled. Then she convulsed once more briefly, her mouth open to try and grab any air. Her hand clenched against his tightly in pain. Gobo closed his eyes as all at once he felt her go limp. Her hand released his as the life flooded away from her body. He swallowed hard. It had all happened so quickly, he still didn't believe it. So he sat there, he wasn't certain for how long. Just sitting next to his Grandma's body. He didn't think anything, or feel anything. He didn't know anything at all anymore. Except that it hurt. That something hurt, bled, ached inside him. There was nothing left now.
"…Alone." He whispered numbly after a long while. He turned his dark eyes to his Grandma, and gently pulled her eyelids shut. "Grandma, I'm all alone." Gobo whispered. Then he stood and walked away. What should he do? What could he do? He looked all round the tiny apartment. A flower of rage slower began to grew and blossom deep inside him. "NO!" He screamed. His voice rattled the walls and echoed down the building. Something flared inside him. A burning fire, he hadn't known was there before. "Not this! This can't happen to me!" Gobo yelled. He felt so distraught inside. Suddenly something flared up within him. Through eyes clouded with tears he saw a light go up around him. It burned like fire all around his body. Power surged through his limbs. But he didn't care. All he cared about was the pain. With a shout he raised his arms. The fire around them glowed brightly, until it became concentrated into floating orbs that hovered at his fingers. Gobo wasn't sure why, but this didn't scare him. It seemed… Natural. He was in pain, he needed to do something, hurt something! The energy exploded away from him. He cried out as his apartment was incinerated. Everything, from the table and chairs, to his Grandma's body. It all turned to ashes. His flesh burned at the intensity of his own ki. The explosion ripped down the hallway, down the staircase, destroying every level of the building. Screams mingled with the sounds of fire and explosions as people were killed in the massive eruption of energy. When at last it ended, Gobo collapsed through the wreckage of the building. The floors were so decimated they could no longer stand. The entire thing came falling in on him, ash and soot covering his body from head to toe. He coughed, desperately trying to clear his air-way. Planks of wood and debris smashed into him. Gobo fell until he hit the ground level. There was a resounding 'crash' as his body hit the hard ground. The air was knocked out of him. He drew breath, but only got soot and flecks of wood. Gobo hacked and wheezed. His arms flailed as he tried to push past the remains of the building and reach clean air. All the while his head buzzed with thoughts of desperation and confusion.
Eventually, and to his own surprise, he managed to pull himself out of the debris. Gobo choked up a cloud of soot as he rose up. His body ached, but for some reason, felt more exhausted than hurt. He shook his head to try and clear it. This was all happening too quickly for him.
"What the hell is going on?!?" He demanded, in a voice made scratchy by the ash. His lungs desperately gathered air from all around, and Gobo doubled over, his own exhaustion made apparent. As he tried to recover, his eyes surveyed the damage to his own body. He blinked. Raising his hands, he looked them over. Not a scratch! Gobo gazed at his legs, stomach, chest, arms… There was absolutely no damage. He was covered in black soot, and very tired. But that was it. No blood, even! "…How is this possible? It must be a dream." Gobo convinced himself. He looked all around at the remains of what had been his home for the past fifteen years. An almost crazed laugh escaped his lips. "That's it! I'm still dreaming. I'm just asleep. In a few minutes, Grandma will wake me up and be angry I fell asleep studying… Right?" He half-told, half-asked himself. But then tears sprung up in his eyes. Gobo lowered his hands. This wasn't a dream. He knew that; Thinking it was had been a false hope. And it hadn't even lasted. Gobo had seen too much pain and too much death to deny the truth when he saw it now. His eyes closed tight to shut out the demolition around him. "What happened? I killed everyone, destroyed everything… But how?" He whispered. (A/N In my story, ChiChi hasn't trained Gobo or taught him about ki. She was too old, tired, and busy working to do that.)
Suddenly a loud whirring sound filled his ears. Gobo whipped around and looked down the street. An alien vehicle, occupied by several rowdy teenagers of the race was speeding down the street. Instinctive fear told Gobo to hide, but by the time he thought of it it was too late.
There were three beings in the vehicle, too male and one female. It was shaped like a glittering silver disk, with four seats in it and a narrow control board for a dash. There was no top, and no wheels. It floated above the ground gracefully. The three aliens, one female and two male, looked surprisingly human. They were all tall and pale, with silvery skin and brightly coloured eyes. Flesh-coloured speckles surrounded their eyes, and their nails were long and translucent. The female leaned forward in the vehicle. Her long white hair spilled down over her shoulders and she smiled wickedly. "Hey, look boys! There's been an accident!" She taunted with mock concern. One of the males snickered, and the other joined in her game.
"Yeah, I wonder what happened. Ya think maybe HE did it?" He asked, jutting a thumb out at Gobo. A pang of guilt flooded the seventeen-year- old. How ironic that the alien had singled him out in sarcasm, when it was in fact the truth. 'All those people… It's my fault, isn't it?' Gobo thought dejectedly. He lowered his head in defeat as he heard the female pipe up.
"Oh my, we can't have that, can we? I won't let some little pisser pick on our 'pets'. C'mon, lets teach him a lesson." She said. Gobo closed his eyes again as he heard the sound of the vehicle start up. Why fight it? There was no way he could escape. Besides, he deserved any fate he got. After what he'd just done…
Gobo's eyes opened as he felt something heavy impact with his standing form. The wind raced around him as the aliens' vehicle pushed him along through the air. Instinctually his hands wrapped around the metal of the car. For once he wasn't surprised to see an uncanny display. His fingers dug into the vehicle's frame, bending the metal a little. But then, he'd always had strength in that respect. Above him the aliens laughed. Well, until they realised he was seriously hurt. One of the males whistled. "Oooh, look at that. Strong, aint he?" He said.
"Oh yeah? Well let's see him 'strong' his way out of this!!!" The female exclaimed. Gobo yelled as he felt himself smash up against a strong brick wall. The streets around him were completely empty. People had rushed indoors, both because of the destruction of Gobo's building and because of the presence of the aliens. No one wanted to get chosen as 'prey'. The wall behind him gave a little, and this time the demi-saiyan swore he felt something inside his crack. A searing pain stretched up his chest. 'One of my ribs…' He realised as the female hit the gas. A small cloud of steam began to fizzle up from the hood of the car. Gobo screamed as the pain intensified. But he didn't die. With a curse one of the males turned and leaned over to the trunk. He wrenched it open and pulled out a massive energy gun. The male smirked as he aimed it right between Gobo's eyes.
"This should finish you off, buddy." The creature sneered. What happened next seemed almost to move in slow motion. The alien made began to squeeze the trigger. But as he did, something dropped from the sky like a ton of lead bricks. A foot darted out quicker than lightning, so quick that Gobo wasn't even sure he saw it until the gun went flying away. There was a blur of quick movement as a figure with dark hair flung the aliens out of the car. Gobo heard a crack as the female's neck was snapped. Then one male's back was snapped in half, and there was another quick blur, which left the remaining creature to fall over with a gaping hole in his chest. Gobo blinked his eyes tried to capture the mysterious creature which had rescued him. His eyelids fluttered, and the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious from the pain was an odd figure with dark hair, dressed in a brown leather coat.