Chapter 13
(7 years later)
Bulma laughed plastically as she popped open the champagne to celebrate her victory. She had just become the President of Earth. Her fellow supporters and Vice President talked animatedly amongst each other as they gesticulated their ambitious plans for a New Order for Earth.
On the side, Goku nodded and smiled quietly like he was supposed to. No one could see that underneath he was immensely jaded and worried at the same time. Gohan was with him earlier, but he had run off with the Vice President's son to play. Or perhaps commit some sort of atrocious antics, which would result in Bulma screaming at him for the next week.
Gohan was 15 years old now, going to Setton Hall Prepatory. The school was stoic and harsh, but it also had a dark underlying society that Gohan apparently was involved in. Goku had found some strange rings with Greek symbols on them in Gohan's desk and Gohan was constantly out until the ungodly hours of the morning with his 'buddies'. But they were smart, too smart, and there was never any evidence that they committed the dreadful acts that they were rumored to have done.
Bulma's only rule with Gohan was: I don't care what the hell you do, as long as it doesn't mar my image. Which more or less encouraged Gohan to be disobedient as long as he wasn't caught.
Goku quietly growled to himself. Bulma knew exactly what she was doing when she set down her guidelines with Gohan. It was more of a game of tug-a-war with him over Gohan. Then Goku gave a relieved sigh, even though Gohan constantly disobeyed him, Goku knew that Gohan's loyalties lied with him. And it was evident the few times Goku and Bulma was involved in a strenuous quarrel.
Goku and Gohan had changed a lot over the years, starting from when they started to live with Bulma. Everything they saw was tainted now, they could never look at another person without suspecting an ulterior motive for being near them. They knew all the dirty tricks that politician used to get to the top, especially because Bulma had used almost all of the worst ones in the book; not to mention, outdid some of them too while she was at it. It sickened both of them, seeing how much the public adored and trusted Bulma when they knew of her sinister nature.
Even Robert was wearing thin from Bulma's maliciousness. He always told Ryan that he could almost pinpoint the moment Bulma totally gave up on being good and decided to sell her soul. It was that moment he told her that her father had died. Sure, many people said that it was when Bulma's fiancé died, but Robert knew better; he understood her.
The partygoers and well wishers eventually trickled out of the building as dawn approached. Eventually leaving only Bulma, Robert and Goku in the room. Bulma let out a 'whew' sound and then chuckled softly as she leaned against the wall. Robert started to pick up some of the cups, but she stopped him and told him that she had hired people to come in to clean up. Nevertheless, Robert still tried to clean up.
Bulma rolled her eyes. She slinked into the back room to retrieve her purse. She was still composed as ever, even after a night of celebration. As she started out the door, she signaled for Goku and Robert to follow and the three left the building quietly.
~~~
Bulma tossed her bag onto the nearby glass coffee table, but not before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Robert shook his head and sighed as he took her purse and stored it away with her other purses, car keys and jackets.
"You shouldn't be smoking you know." Robert advised her as he walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. He knew that Bulma wouldn't sleep anyways, no point in having her pass out anytime soon.
Bulma snorted as she pulled out her silver Zippo and carefully lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply and breathed out, letting the smoke waft in front of her.
"It's bad P.R." Robert continued as he returned with two mugs.
Bulma sighed as she stood up. "Fine then."
She walked over to Robert, invading his personal space. Their faces were dangerously close and she leaned in further. Robert's eyes widened as he stopped breathing. And suddenly Bulma took her cup of coffee while dropping her cigarette into Robert's cup. Robert stumbled back a little as Bulma laughed darkly at him. She shook her head.
"You should know better Robert." Bulma said before sipping her coffee, hiding her teasing smile.
Robert stared unhappily down at his mug of coffee. "I don't know why I let you abuse me like this."
Bulma shrugged as she headed towards her study, "Perhaps you're a masochist."
Robert silently stared where Bulma was standing a second before and nodded before he returned to the kitchen. "Probably…"
~~~
Gohan woke up groggily and he detangled himself from several limbs. Good thing his leather pants were still on him. He hated and loved waking up like this. He hated waking up in some strange place and realizing that he could barely remember the night before because of all the drugs running rampantly through his system. But he loved waking up like this because waking up at home was a million times worse. Every morning he'd wake up to the sight of thin, wasting away and depressed father that did nothing but stare at the wall or run around like a dog. In a way he felt guilty, for what, he wasn't sure. His dad was so… helpless and perhaps even bordered on pathetic. He knew he shouldn't think of things like that about his father, seeing how much he sacrificed for Gohan to grow up decently. But almost a million times a day, Gohan would always wonder how his life would have been like if his father hadn't sold out to Lucifer; well, in this case Bulma Briefs.
One of the girls sat at the bar in a robe and she handed him a cup of coffee as he approached her. She appreciatively looked at Gohan's half-naked state, then her eyes settled on the silver serpent knife pendant that fell between his biceps. Gohan took a sip and winced slightly at the feeling that hit him. The coffee was laced with treated absinthe. The poison slightly jolted him from the fog. The girl laughed at Gohan's reaction.
"Bet you didn't expect that huh?"
Gohan regained his bearing and returned with a creepy smile.
"Heh, I should have though. After all, Mark always gives us coffee laced with acid ever time we wake up at his place. I guess we just got used to it."
Gohan's vision blurred slightly and he groaned as he laid his head down on the cool marble bar table. Then he closed his eyes and started to laugh as he held up the spiked coffee.
"Good stuff. "
~~~
Dr. Gero frowned as he tinkered at one of his side projects in his newly enlarged lab. He had saved a bunch of random devices from Radit… no, Ryan's ship. He had put them aside to tinker with later. While working on a new type of ray gun that Bulma had ordered, his eyes happened to fall upon the little whitish contraption with a green screen. After such a long time of sitting there, Gero was extremely surprised when it suddenly turned on when he touched it. The batteries should have run out a long time ago.
After that, Dr. Gero couldn't stop working on the tinker toy. Luckily Bulma was too busy with her campaign lately to check on him, she would have been furious if she found out that he was getting sidetracked. Gero was currently trying to decipher the little symbols that were showing up on the screen. He solved how their numbering system worked just an hour ago. Their language system was going to be much more difficult.
Dr. Gero's moustache bristled a little as he scrounged up his face at the incoherent words he had just translated.
'Okay, I guess they also have a different grammar system too. Or perhaps a different way of expression…. Oh wait a minute… this looks awfully like German.'
Dr. Gero put the device back down on the desk, unknowingly pressing a signaling button. Then Gero pushed off of the central desk and his wheelie chair slid over to the large plasma screen monitor. He cracked his knuckles and started to look for documents that might help him with the translation.
~~~
Goku's head whipped around as heard the front door click open and saw Gohan walk in. Goku scowled at Gohan's appearance.
"Where were you last night?" Goku demanded in a tired tone.
Gohan closed the door behind and glided over to his room, "Out."
"Doing what?"
"Just hanging out." Gohan said with a shrug and he disappeared into his room for a few seconds to get a new shirt, he had lost his other one somehow last night. He came back out with a cotton shirt with the sleeves torn off and he was holding his black leather jacket in his hand.
Goku stalked towards Gohan. "Are you going out again?!"
Gohan dropped his jacket onto the couch as he proceeded to the kitchen for some water. "Not quite. I'm not planning to meet Mark and the others until an hour later."
"You have school tomorrow."
Gohan chugged the water and placed the cup into the sink, "Chill dad. It's five by five. My homework is done and I won't be back too late."
"You're definition of early is 11 pm. I want you back at 7." Goku acridly bit back.
Gohan shrugged. "Only if you're lucky dad."
Then Gohan sauntered over to the couch and put his black military boots onto the wooden coffee table. But not before pulling out the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. Gohan lit up, against Goku's wishes.
"You're too young to be smoking that crap." Goku's voice started to rise. "Where the hell did you get that stuff? Did Bulma give it to you?!"
Gohan sniffed smugly and rubbed his nose as the cigarette dangled from his lips, "Nah, I filched it off of her."
"Gohan, you know I don't condone…"
Gohan stood up and cut him off, "Save your platitudes for some other poor sap okay pops?"
Goku stepped in closer and snatched the cigarette from Gohan's lips and crushed it underneath his foot.
"What would your mother say?" Goku asked Gohan intensely.
In that moment Gohan snapped, "Don't you f*cking talk about her Hypocrite! What would she say if she knew your were working for the devil who is your boss?"
"She'd understand, we owe Bulma money." Goku insisted, but inside his confidence was shaking.
"Bull! We paid off our debt four years ago!"
"We need the money!"
"Then get another job!"
"It's not that easy!"
"That's right! Because you're a coward and you're just like all of Bulma's whores! If she says jump you ask how hig- "
Goku's hand slapped across Gohan's face with a sickening crack; which efficiently shut his son up. Gohan looked up at his father with a deadly glare, his voice was soft and as cold as steel. "That's right dad. Hit me, that's all you've ever learned to do. What WOULD mom say?"
Gohan's hand reached back, he snatched his leather jacket and forcefully brushed past his father. Without looking back, Gohan open the front door and exited with a slam.
Goku cringed his face in frustration and sorrow, his hand shot out and punched the wall closest to him as he cussed quietly.
~~~
The workers around the terminal looked at the readings that were being sent to their ship. The green skinned, frog looking creature called out, "Nappa! Raditz's signal is showing up on the panels!"
Nappa rushed into the room, "How?"
"Raditz's sig…"
"I know what's going on, I'm asking how." Nappa restated harshly.
"I don't know how?!" The creature squeaked.
Nappa frowned, he was considering killing this insolent worker, but then Frieza wouldn't be too happy about it. "Just trace the damn signal. I'll go inform Prince Vegeta."
"O-o-okay." The creature stuttered as he hastily returned to the computer and started the pinpoint the signal's origin.
~~~
Gohan, Marcus and their friends entered the grungy bar on the outskirts of New York City. One of their female companions made a face and drawled out sarcastically, "Nice Place."
Marcus rolled his eyes as he elbowed Gohan. "Make sure we leave her behind when we go home okay?"
Gohan smirked nastily, "Sure. We do need extra room on the car. Although, I was actually thinking about tossing her out of the convertible while we were driving here at 90 mph."
Marcus laughed as he punched Gohan in the arm, "You are sick man!"
Gohan gesticulated as he described the picture. "She'll probably hit the pavement face first because of her oversized boobs. Imagine her face all bloody and embedded with little pieces of rocks and shards of glass from left over beer bottles..."
Tona, another female friend, rolled her eyes as she eavesdropped in on the gory conversation, "Such nice imagery. You should be a poet Gohan."
Gohan fingered the ends of his leather jacket as he strut over to the bar, "Why thank you Tona. I'm flattered. I'll be sure to send you all of my writings."
Tona grimaced as she remembered that Gohan's first essay on Romeo and Juliet was quite sexually graphic. "No thanks. Besides, you wouldn't like my editing."
Gohan flashed his fake ID card and got the group a beer each. He then flashed a flirtatious smile at Tona, he always liked her, she was great a snarking. He eased over as he handed her, her drink. Then he plopped himself next to her and pulled her onto his lap.
Tona 'ahemed' at Gohan, but he ignored her and pretended that he didn't see her discomfort. As the night grew on eventually the seedier crowd started to come into the bar. And one of them made the mistake of taking a fancy to Tona.
The giant brute of a man walked over and started to heavily flirt with her. "Hey there pretty. Why don't you come sit on my lap instead of the little Boy's. I bet I can satisfy you much better…"
Tona raised an eyebrow, ready to throw out a remark to make the man look like an idiot, but Gohan beat her to it. "My GIRLFRIEND here doesn't like to sit on Pillsbury dough boys."
Tona gave Gohan a weird look, "Girlfriend?"
The brute smiled, "So you are free. What, can't take 'no' for an answer little boy?"
Tona looked back that the brute wide-eyed, obviously she preferred Gohan over this guy. "No… I didn't mean…"
The brute ignored her, he was clearly still here to provoke Gohan instead of hitting on Tona now. "I could snap your puny little neck in half…"
"We'll take this outside." Gohan cut in.
Gohan gently eased Tona to the side and got up, he tilted his head, motioning for Marcus to follow him. Tona grabbed onto Gohan's arm and mouthed 'No, please no'. Gohan smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.
"Damn, always wanted to do that." Gohan whispered.
Then he got up, but before he left he took his cup of beer with him. And Marcus followed suit.
Outside, the brute and one of his friends was waiting on the side of the building, arms crossed. The laughed as they saw Gohan and Marcus walk out with their drinks. "You idiots don't know what the hell you're getting into. And why one earth did you bring your stupid beverages?"
"To do this." Gohan said as he splashed the drink at the brute's face, soaking his hair, face and shirt. Marcus did the same thing to the brute's friend a second after Gohan.
"You little bastard!" The guys screamed as they lunged blindly at the two teenagers. Gohan then moved to the side and took Marcus with him. Gohan reached into Marcu's jacket.
"What are you doing man?" Marcus asked.
Gohan grinned evilly as he pulled out three matches from Marcus's jacket. He ran the three matches against the side of the building, causing all three the light up. Then he walked over the flailing thugs and tossed the matches at them. They instantly lit up like Christmas trees.
Gohan laughed sadistically as Marcus stood there with his mouth open. "What the fu… Dude! You're going to get us arrested!"
At the moment, Gohan and Marcus's friend walked out of the bar. Gohan ran over and tugged on Tona's arm. "Let's go, I've got a really cool place to show you guys."
Tona looked at the flaming men. "What the? Is that…?"
Gohan looked at Tona neutrally, "It's nothing. Lets get out of here."
"But…"
Gohan gripped Tona's arm tighter, "Let's go before the cops come."
"Won't they be able to identify you!" Tona screamed at Gohan.
Gohan shook his head, "Not with their eyes burned out. Now lets go!"
Tona sighed as she shook her head and let Gohan drag her to the convertible they came in.
When they finally drove at least 3 miles away, Marcus tugged lightly at Gohan's sleeve and stated seriously, "You know you're out of control."
Gohan, continued to look out on the road as he steadily guided the steering wheel, "You're either on the bus or off the bus."
"Don't you start quoting f*cking Ken Kesey on me! Those two guys could be dead!"
"Not with all the noise they were making. And if they were, do you see me shedding any tears?"
"What's wrong with you? I feel like I don't even know you!" Marcus pleaded at his friend.
Gohan gave him a dark and distant look out of frozen charcoal eyes, "You don't."
Marcus gaped and then he looked away as he leaned against the car door on his left side, watching the blood-red maple leaves pass them.
Cont.
(7 years later)
Bulma laughed plastically as she popped open the champagne to celebrate her victory. She had just become the President of Earth. Her fellow supporters and Vice President talked animatedly amongst each other as they gesticulated their ambitious plans for a New Order for Earth.
On the side, Goku nodded and smiled quietly like he was supposed to. No one could see that underneath he was immensely jaded and worried at the same time. Gohan was with him earlier, but he had run off with the Vice President's son to play. Or perhaps commit some sort of atrocious antics, which would result in Bulma screaming at him for the next week.
Gohan was 15 years old now, going to Setton Hall Prepatory. The school was stoic and harsh, but it also had a dark underlying society that Gohan apparently was involved in. Goku had found some strange rings with Greek symbols on them in Gohan's desk and Gohan was constantly out until the ungodly hours of the morning with his 'buddies'. But they were smart, too smart, and there was never any evidence that they committed the dreadful acts that they were rumored to have done.
Bulma's only rule with Gohan was: I don't care what the hell you do, as long as it doesn't mar my image. Which more or less encouraged Gohan to be disobedient as long as he wasn't caught.
Goku quietly growled to himself. Bulma knew exactly what she was doing when she set down her guidelines with Gohan. It was more of a game of tug-a-war with him over Gohan. Then Goku gave a relieved sigh, even though Gohan constantly disobeyed him, Goku knew that Gohan's loyalties lied with him. And it was evident the few times Goku and Bulma was involved in a strenuous quarrel.
Goku and Gohan had changed a lot over the years, starting from when they started to live with Bulma. Everything they saw was tainted now, they could never look at another person without suspecting an ulterior motive for being near them. They knew all the dirty tricks that politician used to get to the top, especially because Bulma had used almost all of the worst ones in the book; not to mention, outdid some of them too while she was at it. It sickened both of them, seeing how much the public adored and trusted Bulma when they knew of her sinister nature.
Even Robert was wearing thin from Bulma's maliciousness. He always told Ryan that he could almost pinpoint the moment Bulma totally gave up on being good and decided to sell her soul. It was that moment he told her that her father had died. Sure, many people said that it was when Bulma's fiancé died, but Robert knew better; he understood her.
The partygoers and well wishers eventually trickled out of the building as dawn approached. Eventually leaving only Bulma, Robert and Goku in the room. Bulma let out a 'whew' sound and then chuckled softly as she leaned against the wall. Robert started to pick up some of the cups, but she stopped him and told him that she had hired people to come in to clean up. Nevertheless, Robert still tried to clean up.
Bulma rolled her eyes. She slinked into the back room to retrieve her purse. She was still composed as ever, even after a night of celebration. As she started out the door, she signaled for Goku and Robert to follow and the three left the building quietly.
~~~
Bulma tossed her bag onto the nearby glass coffee table, but not before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Robert shook his head and sighed as he took her purse and stored it away with her other purses, car keys and jackets.
"You shouldn't be smoking you know." Robert advised her as he walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. He knew that Bulma wouldn't sleep anyways, no point in having her pass out anytime soon.
Bulma snorted as she pulled out her silver Zippo and carefully lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply and breathed out, letting the smoke waft in front of her.
"It's bad P.R." Robert continued as he returned with two mugs.
Bulma sighed as she stood up. "Fine then."
She walked over to Robert, invading his personal space. Their faces were dangerously close and she leaned in further. Robert's eyes widened as he stopped breathing. And suddenly Bulma took her cup of coffee while dropping her cigarette into Robert's cup. Robert stumbled back a little as Bulma laughed darkly at him. She shook her head.
"You should know better Robert." Bulma said before sipping her coffee, hiding her teasing smile.
Robert stared unhappily down at his mug of coffee. "I don't know why I let you abuse me like this."
Bulma shrugged as she headed towards her study, "Perhaps you're a masochist."
Robert silently stared where Bulma was standing a second before and nodded before he returned to the kitchen. "Probably…"
~~~
Gohan woke up groggily and he detangled himself from several limbs. Good thing his leather pants were still on him. He hated and loved waking up like this. He hated waking up in some strange place and realizing that he could barely remember the night before because of all the drugs running rampantly through his system. But he loved waking up like this because waking up at home was a million times worse. Every morning he'd wake up to the sight of thin, wasting away and depressed father that did nothing but stare at the wall or run around like a dog. In a way he felt guilty, for what, he wasn't sure. His dad was so… helpless and perhaps even bordered on pathetic. He knew he shouldn't think of things like that about his father, seeing how much he sacrificed for Gohan to grow up decently. But almost a million times a day, Gohan would always wonder how his life would have been like if his father hadn't sold out to Lucifer; well, in this case Bulma Briefs.
One of the girls sat at the bar in a robe and she handed him a cup of coffee as he approached her. She appreciatively looked at Gohan's half-naked state, then her eyes settled on the silver serpent knife pendant that fell between his biceps. Gohan took a sip and winced slightly at the feeling that hit him. The coffee was laced with treated absinthe. The poison slightly jolted him from the fog. The girl laughed at Gohan's reaction.
"Bet you didn't expect that huh?"
Gohan regained his bearing and returned with a creepy smile.
"Heh, I should have though. After all, Mark always gives us coffee laced with acid ever time we wake up at his place. I guess we just got used to it."
Gohan's vision blurred slightly and he groaned as he laid his head down on the cool marble bar table. Then he closed his eyes and started to laugh as he held up the spiked coffee.
"Good stuff. "
~~~
Dr. Gero frowned as he tinkered at one of his side projects in his newly enlarged lab. He had saved a bunch of random devices from Radit… no, Ryan's ship. He had put them aside to tinker with later. While working on a new type of ray gun that Bulma had ordered, his eyes happened to fall upon the little whitish contraption with a green screen. After such a long time of sitting there, Gero was extremely surprised when it suddenly turned on when he touched it. The batteries should have run out a long time ago.
After that, Dr. Gero couldn't stop working on the tinker toy. Luckily Bulma was too busy with her campaign lately to check on him, she would have been furious if she found out that he was getting sidetracked. Gero was currently trying to decipher the little symbols that were showing up on the screen. He solved how their numbering system worked just an hour ago. Their language system was going to be much more difficult.
Dr. Gero's moustache bristled a little as he scrounged up his face at the incoherent words he had just translated.
'Okay, I guess they also have a different grammar system too. Or perhaps a different way of expression…. Oh wait a minute… this looks awfully like German.'
Dr. Gero put the device back down on the desk, unknowingly pressing a signaling button. Then Gero pushed off of the central desk and his wheelie chair slid over to the large plasma screen monitor. He cracked his knuckles and started to look for documents that might help him with the translation.
~~~
Goku's head whipped around as heard the front door click open and saw Gohan walk in. Goku scowled at Gohan's appearance.
"Where were you last night?" Goku demanded in a tired tone.
Gohan closed the door behind and glided over to his room, "Out."
"Doing what?"
"Just hanging out." Gohan said with a shrug and he disappeared into his room for a few seconds to get a new shirt, he had lost his other one somehow last night. He came back out with a cotton shirt with the sleeves torn off and he was holding his black leather jacket in his hand.
Goku stalked towards Gohan. "Are you going out again?!"
Gohan dropped his jacket onto the couch as he proceeded to the kitchen for some water. "Not quite. I'm not planning to meet Mark and the others until an hour later."
"You have school tomorrow."
Gohan chugged the water and placed the cup into the sink, "Chill dad. It's five by five. My homework is done and I won't be back too late."
"You're definition of early is 11 pm. I want you back at 7." Goku acridly bit back.
Gohan shrugged. "Only if you're lucky dad."
Then Gohan sauntered over to the couch and put his black military boots onto the wooden coffee table. But not before pulling out the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. Gohan lit up, against Goku's wishes.
"You're too young to be smoking that crap." Goku's voice started to rise. "Where the hell did you get that stuff? Did Bulma give it to you?!"
Gohan sniffed smugly and rubbed his nose as the cigarette dangled from his lips, "Nah, I filched it off of her."
"Gohan, you know I don't condone…"
Gohan stood up and cut him off, "Save your platitudes for some other poor sap okay pops?"
Goku stepped in closer and snatched the cigarette from Gohan's lips and crushed it underneath his foot.
"What would your mother say?" Goku asked Gohan intensely.
In that moment Gohan snapped, "Don't you f*cking talk about her Hypocrite! What would she say if she knew your were working for the devil who is your boss?"
"She'd understand, we owe Bulma money." Goku insisted, but inside his confidence was shaking.
"Bull! We paid off our debt four years ago!"
"We need the money!"
"Then get another job!"
"It's not that easy!"
"That's right! Because you're a coward and you're just like all of Bulma's whores! If she says jump you ask how hig- "
Goku's hand slapped across Gohan's face with a sickening crack; which efficiently shut his son up. Gohan looked up at his father with a deadly glare, his voice was soft and as cold as steel. "That's right dad. Hit me, that's all you've ever learned to do. What WOULD mom say?"
Gohan's hand reached back, he snatched his leather jacket and forcefully brushed past his father. Without looking back, Gohan open the front door and exited with a slam.
Goku cringed his face in frustration and sorrow, his hand shot out and punched the wall closest to him as he cussed quietly.
~~~
The workers around the terminal looked at the readings that were being sent to their ship. The green skinned, frog looking creature called out, "Nappa! Raditz's signal is showing up on the panels!"
Nappa rushed into the room, "How?"
"Raditz's sig…"
"I know what's going on, I'm asking how." Nappa restated harshly.
"I don't know how?!" The creature squeaked.
Nappa frowned, he was considering killing this insolent worker, but then Frieza wouldn't be too happy about it. "Just trace the damn signal. I'll go inform Prince Vegeta."
"O-o-okay." The creature stuttered as he hastily returned to the computer and started the pinpoint the signal's origin.
~~~
Gohan, Marcus and their friends entered the grungy bar on the outskirts of New York City. One of their female companions made a face and drawled out sarcastically, "Nice Place."
Marcus rolled his eyes as he elbowed Gohan. "Make sure we leave her behind when we go home okay?"
Gohan smirked nastily, "Sure. We do need extra room on the car. Although, I was actually thinking about tossing her out of the convertible while we were driving here at 90 mph."
Marcus laughed as he punched Gohan in the arm, "You are sick man!"
Gohan gesticulated as he described the picture. "She'll probably hit the pavement face first because of her oversized boobs. Imagine her face all bloody and embedded with little pieces of rocks and shards of glass from left over beer bottles..."
Tona, another female friend, rolled her eyes as she eavesdropped in on the gory conversation, "Such nice imagery. You should be a poet Gohan."
Gohan fingered the ends of his leather jacket as he strut over to the bar, "Why thank you Tona. I'm flattered. I'll be sure to send you all of my writings."
Tona grimaced as she remembered that Gohan's first essay on Romeo and Juliet was quite sexually graphic. "No thanks. Besides, you wouldn't like my editing."
Gohan flashed his fake ID card and got the group a beer each. He then flashed a flirtatious smile at Tona, he always liked her, she was great a snarking. He eased over as he handed her, her drink. Then he plopped himself next to her and pulled her onto his lap.
Tona 'ahemed' at Gohan, but he ignored her and pretended that he didn't see her discomfort. As the night grew on eventually the seedier crowd started to come into the bar. And one of them made the mistake of taking a fancy to Tona.
The giant brute of a man walked over and started to heavily flirt with her. "Hey there pretty. Why don't you come sit on my lap instead of the little Boy's. I bet I can satisfy you much better…"
Tona raised an eyebrow, ready to throw out a remark to make the man look like an idiot, but Gohan beat her to it. "My GIRLFRIEND here doesn't like to sit on Pillsbury dough boys."
Tona gave Gohan a weird look, "Girlfriend?"
The brute smiled, "So you are free. What, can't take 'no' for an answer little boy?"
Tona looked back that the brute wide-eyed, obviously she preferred Gohan over this guy. "No… I didn't mean…"
The brute ignored her, he was clearly still here to provoke Gohan instead of hitting on Tona now. "I could snap your puny little neck in half…"
"We'll take this outside." Gohan cut in.
Gohan gently eased Tona to the side and got up, he tilted his head, motioning for Marcus to follow him. Tona grabbed onto Gohan's arm and mouthed 'No, please no'. Gohan smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.
"Damn, always wanted to do that." Gohan whispered.
Then he got up, but before he left he took his cup of beer with him. And Marcus followed suit.
Outside, the brute and one of his friends was waiting on the side of the building, arms crossed. The laughed as they saw Gohan and Marcus walk out with their drinks. "You idiots don't know what the hell you're getting into. And why one earth did you bring your stupid beverages?"
"To do this." Gohan said as he splashed the drink at the brute's face, soaking his hair, face and shirt. Marcus did the same thing to the brute's friend a second after Gohan.
"You little bastard!" The guys screamed as they lunged blindly at the two teenagers. Gohan then moved to the side and took Marcus with him. Gohan reached into Marcu's jacket.
"What are you doing man?" Marcus asked.
Gohan grinned evilly as he pulled out three matches from Marcus's jacket. He ran the three matches against the side of the building, causing all three the light up. Then he walked over the flailing thugs and tossed the matches at them. They instantly lit up like Christmas trees.
Gohan laughed sadistically as Marcus stood there with his mouth open. "What the fu… Dude! You're going to get us arrested!"
At the moment, Gohan and Marcus's friend walked out of the bar. Gohan ran over and tugged on Tona's arm. "Let's go, I've got a really cool place to show you guys."
Tona looked at the flaming men. "What the? Is that…?"
Gohan looked at Tona neutrally, "It's nothing. Lets get out of here."
"But…"
Gohan gripped Tona's arm tighter, "Let's go before the cops come."
"Won't they be able to identify you!" Tona screamed at Gohan.
Gohan shook his head, "Not with their eyes burned out. Now lets go!"
Tona sighed as she shook her head and let Gohan drag her to the convertible they came in.
When they finally drove at least 3 miles away, Marcus tugged lightly at Gohan's sleeve and stated seriously, "You know you're out of control."
Gohan, continued to look out on the road as he steadily guided the steering wheel, "You're either on the bus or off the bus."
"Don't you start quoting f*cking Ken Kesey on me! Those two guys could be dead!"
"Not with all the noise they were making. And if they were, do you see me shedding any tears?"
"What's wrong with you? I feel like I don't even know you!" Marcus pleaded at his friend.
Gohan gave him a dark and distant look out of frozen charcoal eyes, "You don't."
Marcus gaped and then he looked away as he leaned against the car door on his left side, watching the blood-red maple leaves pass them.
Cont.