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Father, Where Art Thou
On a hill, deep in the mountains, sits a boy. His jet black hair buffeted by strong winds, sitting, cross-legged, at the precipice of the tallest mountain in a hundred miles, thousands of feet above the ground. It is Christmas eve. A joyous night for most, where most children wait in an excitement overflowing, hoping, praying, begging that they've been good enough. Good enough to get the toy, video game, or whatever else they may want, gaily crunching on turkey as they merrily sing. But not this boy. This boy simply sits, staring out all around him with his uncanny sight, hoping, praying, begging, but not for some toy to keep him happy for a week. This boy prays for his father's home coming, begging for the return of the only one who truly understands him, as well as the one who betrayed him.
* * *
"Its been 1 year since he left," I thought sadly, recalling that hateful day, the day when he arrived, stealing away my best friend. I still don't understand why he left though. I did everything he asked of me. Training, eating contests and even a few serious talks. All this and more I did, thanking whatever God brought about his return because he was the only one who understood me. Father, friend, fellow warrior, hero. That's what he was, until the demon returned.
Who's this demon, you might ask. Some would likely guess Buu, or even Mr. Vegeta, but it was neither. I could only hate 1 being with such a passion. Ubuu.
How dare I call him a demon, someone might ask. He may be a reincarnation of Buu, but he's a magical one, lacking his hatred and scorn, yet gaining pity and love. I really don't care. Only a demon could do what he's done-bewitching my father. Now I listen to both brother and mother each night, crying with grief untold at his loss. He hasn't even talked to us. He never said good bye and since the day which I rue, has never once bothered to say hello.
Worse, far worse, he has left me, his son and twin, save for a 35 year gap in our ages, alone in my time of greatest need. What could Son Goten, heir of legends, possibly need help with? There is only one opponent that I cannot best and that is myself. My own feelings battle against me now as I have fallen in love. This is not a high school crush, but an out right obsession. My heart is given to a woman who will not, or cannot return the sentiment.
You see father, just a few weeks ago, nearly a month, your son was struck down. Brought low not by any enemy, but by Cupid's arrrow. The lucky girl goes by the name of Marron. I've known her since I was a kid and now I'm falling for her. The problem is that I don't know what to do! Nothing like this has ever happened to me before and I'm afraid. Afraid that when I tell her of my feelings, she'll reject me, tearing our friendship into fragments, crushing my heart in an iron grip.
For the first time ever, I, Son Goten, am helpless. With a word or gesture she has the power to smite me and I know of naught that I can do to defend myself. So I've decided to bide my time. She's a couple of years younger than me after all and maybe things will have changed in a couple of years. Maybe I'll be more mature and she'll accept me. Maybe... maybe... maybe.
Atleast this way I won't be crushed so swiftly. Maybe my feelings will go away in time. I'll just keep happily going out with Paris and never see her again. So what if my heart sickens, being without the sight of her for so long. Atleast it won't die and it's not like I have any other choice.
Who am I kidding? I need you father. I need your warmth, your humour, your wisdom and your love. I need you father. I need you. Without you I'm lost. Father, where art thou?
Father, Where Art Thou
On a hill, deep in the mountains, sits a boy. His jet black hair buffeted by strong winds, sitting, cross-legged, at the precipice of the tallest mountain in a hundred miles, thousands of feet above the ground. It is Christmas eve. A joyous night for most, where most children wait in an excitement overflowing, hoping, praying, begging that they've been good enough. Good enough to get the toy, video game, or whatever else they may want, gaily crunching on turkey as they merrily sing. But not this boy. This boy simply sits, staring out all around him with his uncanny sight, hoping, praying, begging, but not for some toy to keep him happy for a week. This boy prays for his father's home coming, begging for the return of the only one who truly understands him, as well as the one who betrayed him.
* * *
"Its been 1 year since he left," I thought sadly, recalling that hateful day, the day when he arrived, stealing away my best friend. I still don't understand why he left though. I did everything he asked of me. Training, eating contests and even a few serious talks. All this and more I did, thanking whatever God brought about his return because he was the only one who understood me. Father, friend, fellow warrior, hero. That's what he was, until the demon returned.
Who's this demon, you might ask. Some would likely guess Buu, or even Mr. Vegeta, but it was neither. I could only hate 1 being with such a passion. Ubuu.
How dare I call him a demon, someone might ask. He may be a reincarnation of Buu, but he's a magical one, lacking his hatred and scorn, yet gaining pity and love. I really don't care. Only a demon could do what he's done-bewitching my father. Now I listen to both brother and mother each night, crying with grief untold at his loss. He hasn't even talked to us. He never said good bye and since the day which I rue, has never once bothered to say hello.
Worse, far worse, he has left me, his son and twin, save for a 35 year gap in our ages, alone in my time of greatest need. What could Son Goten, heir of legends, possibly need help with? There is only one opponent that I cannot best and that is myself. My own feelings battle against me now as I have fallen in love. This is not a high school crush, but an out right obsession. My heart is given to a woman who will not, or cannot return the sentiment.
You see father, just a few weeks ago, nearly a month, your son was struck down. Brought low not by any enemy, but by Cupid's arrrow. The lucky girl goes by the name of Marron. I've known her since I was a kid and now I'm falling for her. The problem is that I don't know what to do! Nothing like this has ever happened to me before and I'm afraid. Afraid that when I tell her of my feelings, she'll reject me, tearing our friendship into fragments, crushing my heart in an iron grip.
For the first time ever, I, Son Goten, am helpless. With a word or gesture she has the power to smite me and I know of naught that I can do to defend myself. So I've decided to bide my time. She's a couple of years younger than me after all and maybe things will have changed in a couple of years. Maybe I'll be more mature and she'll accept me. Maybe... maybe... maybe.
Atleast this way I won't be crushed so swiftly. Maybe my feelings will go away in time. I'll just keep happily going out with Paris and never see her again. So what if my heart sickens, being without the sight of her for so long. Atleast it won't die and it's not like I have any other choice.
Who am I kidding? I need you father. I need your warmth, your humour, your wisdom and your love. I need you father. I need you. Without you I'm lost. Father, where art thou?