Hi.
I guess I was pretty evil last chapter.. As many of you keep telling me.
But to make up for it I decided that I would write you the next chapter.
^_^
So here it is.
Dedicated to my Avid reader, you know who you are, and a BIG thanks to Melanie, who helped out with this chapter when I got writer's block, thanks for the ideas girl.
Chapter 23
Walking Negative Charge
Goku was in shock.
His own flesh and blood was standing, well floating in front of him, a smirk plastered on his face, and his arms crossed in a typical Vegeta stance.
His brain couldn't seem to function.
He looked to Vegeta for help, only to see a kind of pride for what Goku's son had become.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Gohan demanded
It was Vegeta who spoke; though even though the question was more aimed at Goku.
"Supposedly we're here to stop you, as you should know growing up with your father and all."
Gohan glowered.
"I have only one father, and he is King Shoytrig."
Goku felt like his heart was breaking.
"Gohan." he pleaded, "Don't make me do this."
"Do what Goku," Gohan spoke his name with contempt.
"Destroy me? You've already done that in mass amounts, who cares if you complete the job."
"Gohan, I never meant to leave you."
"YES YOU DID, IT WAS INTENTIONAL, BUT THAT'S IN THE PAST I AM LEADING MY NEW LIFE NOW, AND IF YOU WANT TO STOP ME, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME."
"Yes, Gohan, it was in the past let it go."
"No, it's embedded in my soul."
Vegeta gazed at the boy he had often called cowardly.
He had grown, not vertically or horizontally, but emotionally.
His passion had flared, and his senses were running high, and Vegeta knew exactly how he felt.
It was the intoxicating power of evil.
It coursed through veins.
It made you feel invincible.
Vegeta took in Gohan's appearance; it appeared he was having the time of his life.
His hair was whipping back and forth in the wind, his face had an excited glow about it, and he was dressed in garbs fit for a prince.
A prince
Vegeta's eyes flickered over the silver crown in Gohan's hair, and the bands on his armbands.
They seemed familiar, and they screamed for his attention.
The name that Gohan had spoken Shoytrig, it plagued on his memory.
He tried to figure out where he knew it.
Also he was trying to understand why Gohan had turned evil.
Vegeta had been evil once, but the good had always been there, underneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.
The evil had only been a front, a display of all he'd ever known.
He'd never known love
Until Earth, and Bulma.
Gohan had known love.
His childhood was full of it.
It just seemed that he couldn't focus on the happy times, and was permanently stuck on the bad ones.
"Kakarot, I think I know how to get him to fall, appeal to his good side, make him remember the good times that your family had."
Goku smiled slightly, it might just work.
Gohan hadn't been paying attention to what was said, but he knew that Vegeta had spoken for his lips moved, so he turned his attention on the Saiyan prince.
"Vegeta, why did you give it up? Why did you succumb to the 'good'? What's so 'good' about it?"
Vegeta stared right into Gohan's eyes.
The eyes that once were filled with light and innocence had a dark haunting look.
"You know why I gave it up, I found what part of me had yearned for my whole life."
Gohan frowned, that wasn't much of an answer.
"What Vegeta? A home, someone cares about you? They all leave in the end."
"But you still have the time."
"Time? It's against you anyway."
Vegeta frowned; this boy was just fixed on the negatives.
Vegeta knew he was like that, but even he could look on the bright side of things.
"What's so 'good' about 'good' anyway. All you end up with is hurt. You love, you loose, you spread joy to delude yourself, you focus on happy, when really all that exists is sad."
Vegeta didn't know what to say to this walking negative charge.
"No comment, well you think long and hard about it, if you want, there's always a place by me, always a place for you to fill, a place that will accept you. You could always join me and my father."
By this time helicopters had arrived to film these so called guardian angels, the world wanted to know why they were here.
Goku was confused, for a moment there he thought Gohan was talking about him, after all he was his father, but all Goku had ever fought was good, so was Gohan appealing to Vegeta to be good?
Then it all rushed back to him.
"Enough!" Goku thundered.
"Gohan, you've got to believe that there was more to your life then just suffering, think back, we were always happy. You had everything you ever wanted. You had us, you had the world."
"You're wrong, those times were a sham. I didn't have everything. I lacked freedom. I had no choice."
"But you did."
"No, I studied, if I had my way then I would have been outside growing up, Chichi made me study to rid herself of my presence."
"You lie."
"Do I? Then why were you never there when I needed you? You died to save me from Radditz, then you left me with Piccolo, he pushed me hard. He was more of a father then you. There was no studying there, unless I chose to, I was free. Then I foolishly chose to visit Chichi, but I realised that I had to stay and prepare for the arrival of the Saiyans with Piccolo. I had an ulterior motive then. If I helped with the Saiyans, I could fight. I always wanted to fight. Then on Namek, where were you when I had my neck broken? You almost didn't make it, and it was by sheer luck that your ship landed close enough to where we were fighting the ginyu force. Then you were healing when Krillin, Vegeta, Piccolo and I went up against Frieza Then you didn't come home when the dragon summoned you. I think that's where something inside me died. When you didn't want to come home. The Garlic Junior came back, and the whole time we were wondering where you were. Then when you didn't show up with Frieza the second time and Trunks saved us. WHERE WERE YOU?! I needed you. I was just a boy Then you left me when I failed to beat Cell. It was my failure. I should have been punished, but you had to be Mister Nobel. I was dying inside. I had grown up with too much responsibility, placed on my shoulders by you, and Chichi."
Goku looked shocked.
He had never known that his son felt this way.
Gohan had hid his real emotions so well.
A single tear, barely visible fell down Gohan's face.
"Now we settle this." Was all Gohan said as he powered up and allowed himself to go super saiyan, the normal golden glow emanating from him.
. Well that's it for this chapter, I apologise for the delay. Review people. And thanks for the reviews last chapter.
I guess I was pretty evil last chapter.. As many of you keep telling me.
But to make up for it I decided that I would write you the next chapter.
^_^
So here it is.
Dedicated to my Avid reader, you know who you are, and a BIG thanks to Melanie, who helped out with this chapter when I got writer's block, thanks for the ideas girl.
Chapter 23
Walking Negative Charge
Goku was in shock.
His own flesh and blood was standing, well floating in front of him, a smirk plastered on his face, and his arms crossed in a typical Vegeta stance.
His brain couldn't seem to function.
He looked to Vegeta for help, only to see a kind of pride for what Goku's son had become.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Gohan demanded
It was Vegeta who spoke; though even though the question was more aimed at Goku.
"Supposedly we're here to stop you, as you should know growing up with your father and all."
Gohan glowered.
"I have only one father, and he is King Shoytrig."
Goku felt like his heart was breaking.
"Gohan." he pleaded, "Don't make me do this."
"Do what Goku," Gohan spoke his name with contempt.
"Destroy me? You've already done that in mass amounts, who cares if you complete the job."
"Gohan, I never meant to leave you."
"YES YOU DID, IT WAS INTENTIONAL, BUT THAT'S IN THE PAST I AM LEADING MY NEW LIFE NOW, AND IF YOU WANT TO STOP ME, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME."
"Yes, Gohan, it was in the past let it go."
"No, it's embedded in my soul."
Vegeta gazed at the boy he had often called cowardly.
He had grown, not vertically or horizontally, but emotionally.
His passion had flared, and his senses were running high, and Vegeta knew exactly how he felt.
It was the intoxicating power of evil.
It coursed through veins.
It made you feel invincible.
Vegeta took in Gohan's appearance; it appeared he was having the time of his life.
His hair was whipping back and forth in the wind, his face had an excited glow about it, and he was dressed in garbs fit for a prince.
A prince
Vegeta's eyes flickered over the silver crown in Gohan's hair, and the bands on his armbands.
They seemed familiar, and they screamed for his attention.
The name that Gohan had spoken Shoytrig, it plagued on his memory.
He tried to figure out where he knew it.
Also he was trying to understand why Gohan had turned evil.
Vegeta had been evil once, but the good had always been there, underneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.
The evil had only been a front, a display of all he'd ever known.
He'd never known love
Until Earth, and Bulma.
Gohan had known love.
His childhood was full of it.
It just seemed that he couldn't focus on the happy times, and was permanently stuck on the bad ones.
"Kakarot, I think I know how to get him to fall, appeal to his good side, make him remember the good times that your family had."
Goku smiled slightly, it might just work.
Gohan hadn't been paying attention to what was said, but he knew that Vegeta had spoken for his lips moved, so he turned his attention on the Saiyan prince.
"Vegeta, why did you give it up? Why did you succumb to the 'good'? What's so 'good' about it?"
Vegeta stared right into Gohan's eyes.
The eyes that once were filled with light and innocence had a dark haunting look.
"You know why I gave it up, I found what part of me had yearned for my whole life."
Gohan frowned, that wasn't much of an answer.
"What Vegeta? A home, someone cares about you? They all leave in the end."
"But you still have the time."
"Time? It's against you anyway."
Vegeta frowned; this boy was just fixed on the negatives.
Vegeta knew he was like that, but even he could look on the bright side of things.
"What's so 'good' about 'good' anyway. All you end up with is hurt. You love, you loose, you spread joy to delude yourself, you focus on happy, when really all that exists is sad."
Vegeta didn't know what to say to this walking negative charge.
"No comment, well you think long and hard about it, if you want, there's always a place by me, always a place for you to fill, a place that will accept you. You could always join me and my father."
By this time helicopters had arrived to film these so called guardian angels, the world wanted to know why they were here.
Goku was confused, for a moment there he thought Gohan was talking about him, after all he was his father, but all Goku had ever fought was good, so was Gohan appealing to Vegeta to be good?
Then it all rushed back to him.
"Enough!" Goku thundered.
"Gohan, you've got to believe that there was more to your life then just suffering, think back, we were always happy. You had everything you ever wanted. You had us, you had the world."
"You're wrong, those times were a sham. I didn't have everything. I lacked freedom. I had no choice."
"But you did."
"No, I studied, if I had my way then I would have been outside growing up, Chichi made me study to rid herself of my presence."
"You lie."
"Do I? Then why were you never there when I needed you? You died to save me from Radditz, then you left me with Piccolo, he pushed me hard. He was more of a father then you. There was no studying there, unless I chose to, I was free. Then I foolishly chose to visit Chichi, but I realised that I had to stay and prepare for the arrival of the Saiyans with Piccolo. I had an ulterior motive then. If I helped with the Saiyans, I could fight. I always wanted to fight. Then on Namek, where were you when I had my neck broken? You almost didn't make it, and it was by sheer luck that your ship landed close enough to where we were fighting the ginyu force. Then you were healing when Krillin, Vegeta, Piccolo and I went up against Frieza Then you didn't come home when the dragon summoned you. I think that's where something inside me died. When you didn't want to come home. The Garlic Junior came back, and the whole time we were wondering where you were. Then when you didn't show up with Frieza the second time and Trunks saved us. WHERE WERE YOU?! I needed you. I was just a boy Then you left me when I failed to beat Cell. It was my failure. I should have been punished, but you had to be Mister Nobel. I was dying inside. I had grown up with too much responsibility, placed on my shoulders by you, and Chichi."
Goku looked shocked.
He had never known that his son felt this way.
Gohan had hid his real emotions so well.
A single tear, barely visible fell down Gohan's face.
"Now we settle this." Was all Gohan said as he powered up and allowed himself to go super saiyan, the normal golden glow emanating from him.
. Well that's it for this chapter, I apologise for the delay. Review people. And thanks for the reviews last chapter.