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am poor with nothing you would like.
A/N: My second fanfic. I am still writing my first one. This is my first none B/V. I am trying to write one about something no one else has, I never read one about this before, but I am sure, knowing my luck, someone has written one like this before. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. Please review! Thankyou.
Chapter 1- My Splintered Cross
I sat under the tree out by the pond trembling. In my mind, I could still see it. I could see my father standing before Cell, placing his hand on the monster's chest. That look of kindness in his eyes... that was so him. Not to regret, not to blame. A saint. But how could he not want to come back? Doesn't he know it isn't him? They would have come anyways. But again, so like him not to blame, to carry the cross.
I closed my eyes to prevent from crying, but they slid down my cheeks anyways. It is me. All me. It is all my fault. If I wouldn't have been so selfish he'd still be here. If only I had listened to him, if I would have finished Cell... Damn it father! It should've been me! It should be me dead! I'm the one to blame! I am the one who let Cell live! I let him get away!... but Cell is dead now... but so are you...
I squeezed my eyes tighter remembering the look on my mother's face. Knowing her youngest would never be held by his father. Knowing she would never be held by him... I bet she blames me. Why shouldn't she? It is all me. It's all me. But she'll never say it, she doesn't have to. I see it every day now. And we don't even have a body to place into the earth, which he loved so much. All we have is pictures, and he stares at me every day. Silently staring with those eyes, the ones he last looked at me with...
I opened my eyes for a moment shocked. Shocked to realize I was crying uncontrolably now. I felt pain coarse up and down my body, as my father lingered in my mind. I wish I wasn't his, that way he would still be here. If he had another son, a better one, one that had listened to him, who wasn't so selfish and vengeful.
"I-I wish I was never born!" I shouted choking on my tears. Then shock filled my mind as I realized I meant it. From the depths of my soul, my being, I meant it. My face felt hot and the tears like fire. Pain unbearably filled my heart. Here I am, sitting by the lake, the lake my father and I fished at together, and he isn't here! Where he belongs! And it's all because of me... if I wasn't here he would be. He would have had time to train himself and beat Cell. Like he beat Frieza. "I wish I was never born!" I shouted at the top of my lungs from the depth of my soul.
Suddenly, I began choking, but it wasn't on tears. I opened my eyes surprised. Desparately, I began clawing at my throat, gasping. It got tighter and tighter. My gasping turned into wheezing, a long thin whistling sound, then nothing at all. I opened and closed my mouth, like a fish, as I dug my nails deeper into my flesh. I felt warm riverlets of blood run down my fingers. My head began to spin as my lungs burned, burned like fire, inside my corpse. The bright world became dim, shadows jumped before my eyes, teasing me, mocking me. I felt numb, so numb, my body was cold now. And so was my blood, running over my fingers like ice. My lungs were going to explode, like a bomb, they were going to explode and kill me. The shadows molded into one, and I fell into them. Deep inside, they welcomed me, taking me in, kissing my pain,... and I let them hold me. My world collapsed into blackness and I with it, a numbing blackness matching my own. And I welcomed, I fell, collapsed, into this abyss,... and all I could think was... "Heaven forsake me"
I woke up, my head burning in a numbing way. I was still lying beside the tree outlooking the like.
"Must've passed out." I muttered, finding it strange since it never happened before.
I stood, but something was different. I couldn't quite place it. I began to walk to my house. The time seemed to fly between the lake and the house. I guess it was my mind. I couldn't concentrate. Before I knew it I was home. It seemed different though. Strange, my house always seemed inviting, like it glew with my father's spirit. But it was dark now. I opened the door and stepped in.
Shock hit me immediately. The house was filthy! It was horribly dirty, but the floor was unswept, and objects carelessly laying around. Mom cleans every day. She must be sick, I though to myself. I heard crying in another room. I felt pain hit my heart. But my feet still carried me. I cracked the door to my parents, I mean, my mom's room and peeked inside. Mom was laying on the bed crying again, except she wasn't trying to muffle it like she always does. She wasn't trying to pretend anymore.
I opened the door a bit more and walked into the room awkwardly. I realized what I wanted. I wanted to hold her. She bolted up and looked at me. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. I looked at her oddly as she stared at me like... like she's seen a ghost.
"Gokuh..." she whispered as she began walking towards me with her arms out.
I felt a knife in my heart, but held back the tears. "Mom, no, its me." I said calmly. "Are you okay?" I felt like an idiot for asking that. Of course she's not.
She drew her hands back immediately. "You're not my Gokuh." She whispered in awe, and then fright filled her eyes as she stopped crying. "Who are you! What are you doing in my house!" Suddenly, anger overcame her eyes. "HOW DARE YOU WALK INTO MY HOUSE UNINVITED! KIDS THESE DAYS!"
"Mom! It's me! Gohan! Your son!" I shouted deeply hurt and confused.
She seemed to get darker now. "H-how dare you! After my husband dies you have the nerve-OUT!!"
My mother began throwing the nearest objects at me in a fit of anger. Too surprised to react I ducked the lamp as it crashed against the wall and darted out of the room. I quickly ran out of the house still able to hear objects breaking, and I ran until I could no longer hear them.
I dropped to my knees, but not from exhausting.
"Why, how could she... I knew it, I knew it." I wouldn't want a murderer for a son either. My eyes welled up, but I choked them back. I wouldn't cry. No. Not now. Not ever again.
It was then that I vowed to never cry again. I set my mouth and stood up. Somehow I knew I had changed, but it wasn't then, it was at the lake. The closest thing my father has to a grave.
I stood back up, and for the first time noticed I was taller. I looked down at my hands, my body. Another wave of shock. I had grown into a teenager over night!
"My gosh. I look at least eighteen. Did I fall asleep that long?" I stared at my hands in disbelief.
What else changed then? It was then that I decided to go to the city and find out. I looked down the twisting dirt road leading to the city. Yes, I would go to the city... while dragging my splintered cross down this serpent-like trail, and find out this new life's mystery forever.
A/N: I hoped liked it. I know the first chapter isn't too exciting, but I must introduce it right? How much has changed? Why is he a teen when, according to the year (the year is set immediately after what time cells death occured by Gohan through the whole story), he should be a child still? And why does Gohan say heaven forsake me?And above all, what happened to the rest of the Z gang? Find out!
A/N: My second fanfic. I am still writing my first one. This is my first none B/V. I am trying to write one about something no one else has, I never read one about this before, but I am sure, knowing my luck, someone has written one like this before. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. Please review! Thankyou.
Chapter 1- My Splintered Cross
I sat under the tree out by the pond trembling. In my mind, I could still see it. I could see my father standing before Cell, placing his hand on the monster's chest. That look of kindness in his eyes... that was so him. Not to regret, not to blame. A saint. But how could he not want to come back? Doesn't he know it isn't him? They would have come anyways. But again, so like him not to blame, to carry the cross.
I closed my eyes to prevent from crying, but they slid down my cheeks anyways. It is me. All me. It is all my fault. If I wouldn't have been so selfish he'd still be here. If only I had listened to him, if I would have finished Cell... Damn it father! It should've been me! It should be me dead! I'm the one to blame! I am the one who let Cell live! I let him get away!... but Cell is dead now... but so are you...
I squeezed my eyes tighter remembering the look on my mother's face. Knowing her youngest would never be held by his father. Knowing she would never be held by him... I bet she blames me. Why shouldn't she? It is all me. It's all me. But she'll never say it, she doesn't have to. I see it every day now. And we don't even have a body to place into the earth, which he loved so much. All we have is pictures, and he stares at me every day. Silently staring with those eyes, the ones he last looked at me with...
I opened my eyes for a moment shocked. Shocked to realize I was crying uncontrolably now. I felt pain coarse up and down my body, as my father lingered in my mind. I wish I wasn't his, that way he would still be here. If he had another son, a better one, one that had listened to him, who wasn't so selfish and vengeful.
"I-I wish I was never born!" I shouted choking on my tears. Then shock filled my mind as I realized I meant it. From the depths of my soul, my being, I meant it. My face felt hot and the tears like fire. Pain unbearably filled my heart. Here I am, sitting by the lake, the lake my father and I fished at together, and he isn't here! Where he belongs! And it's all because of me... if I wasn't here he would be. He would have had time to train himself and beat Cell. Like he beat Frieza. "I wish I was never born!" I shouted at the top of my lungs from the depth of my soul.
Suddenly, I began choking, but it wasn't on tears. I opened my eyes surprised. Desparately, I began clawing at my throat, gasping. It got tighter and tighter. My gasping turned into wheezing, a long thin whistling sound, then nothing at all. I opened and closed my mouth, like a fish, as I dug my nails deeper into my flesh. I felt warm riverlets of blood run down my fingers. My head began to spin as my lungs burned, burned like fire, inside my corpse. The bright world became dim, shadows jumped before my eyes, teasing me, mocking me. I felt numb, so numb, my body was cold now. And so was my blood, running over my fingers like ice. My lungs were going to explode, like a bomb, they were going to explode and kill me. The shadows molded into one, and I fell into them. Deep inside, they welcomed me, taking me in, kissing my pain,... and I let them hold me. My world collapsed into blackness and I with it, a numbing blackness matching my own. And I welcomed, I fell, collapsed, into this abyss,... and all I could think was... "Heaven forsake me"
I woke up, my head burning in a numbing way. I was still lying beside the tree outlooking the like.
"Must've passed out." I muttered, finding it strange since it never happened before.
I stood, but something was different. I couldn't quite place it. I began to walk to my house. The time seemed to fly between the lake and the house. I guess it was my mind. I couldn't concentrate. Before I knew it I was home. It seemed different though. Strange, my house always seemed inviting, like it glew with my father's spirit. But it was dark now. I opened the door and stepped in.
Shock hit me immediately. The house was filthy! It was horribly dirty, but the floor was unswept, and objects carelessly laying around. Mom cleans every day. She must be sick, I though to myself. I heard crying in another room. I felt pain hit my heart. But my feet still carried me. I cracked the door to my parents, I mean, my mom's room and peeked inside. Mom was laying on the bed crying again, except she wasn't trying to muffle it like she always does. She wasn't trying to pretend anymore.
I opened the door a bit more and walked into the room awkwardly. I realized what I wanted. I wanted to hold her. She bolted up and looked at me. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. I looked at her oddly as she stared at me like... like she's seen a ghost.
"Gokuh..." she whispered as she began walking towards me with her arms out.
I felt a knife in my heart, but held back the tears. "Mom, no, its me." I said calmly. "Are you okay?" I felt like an idiot for asking that. Of course she's not.
She drew her hands back immediately. "You're not my Gokuh." She whispered in awe, and then fright filled her eyes as she stopped crying. "Who are you! What are you doing in my house!" Suddenly, anger overcame her eyes. "HOW DARE YOU WALK INTO MY HOUSE UNINVITED! KIDS THESE DAYS!"
"Mom! It's me! Gohan! Your son!" I shouted deeply hurt and confused.
She seemed to get darker now. "H-how dare you! After my husband dies you have the nerve-OUT!!"
My mother began throwing the nearest objects at me in a fit of anger. Too surprised to react I ducked the lamp as it crashed against the wall and darted out of the room. I quickly ran out of the house still able to hear objects breaking, and I ran until I could no longer hear them.
I dropped to my knees, but not from exhausting.
"Why, how could she... I knew it, I knew it." I wouldn't want a murderer for a son either. My eyes welled up, but I choked them back. I wouldn't cry. No. Not now. Not ever again.
It was then that I vowed to never cry again. I set my mouth and stood up. Somehow I knew I had changed, but it wasn't then, it was at the lake. The closest thing my father has to a grave.
I stood back up, and for the first time noticed I was taller. I looked down at my hands, my body. Another wave of shock. I had grown into a teenager over night!
"My gosh. I look at least eighteen. Did I fall asleep that long?" I stared at my hands in disbelief.
What else changed then? It was then that I decided to go to the city and find out. I looked down the twisting dirt road leading to the city. Yes, I would go to the city... while dragging my splintered cross down this serpent-like trail, and find out this new life's mystery forever.
A/N: I hoped liked it. I know the first chapter isn't too exciting, but I must introduce it right? How much has changed? Why is he a teen when, according to the year (the year is set immediately after what time cells death occured by Gohan through the whole story), he should be a child still? And why does Gohan say heaven forsake me?And above all, what happened to the rest of the Z gang? Find out!