Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
Authors note: This is something very short that I wrote to show a friend my writing style on LJ once. It's from Gohan's POV and is really very short. I just felt like putting it up just to add to my archive numbers. Nothing special . . . it's very . . . sad :( I'm not gonna say why he's sad as it explains at the end. So I hope you enjoy and please RnR!
Alone.
By Bubblegum Thai.
"Life's never easy."
The soft, strained voice broke me out of my thoughts as I continued to stare out of the window, my hand pressed against the cool glass as if it would melt to my touch, disappear, allow me to run back into the rain, I didn't care what it did to me, each harsh drop stung like venom no matter what. I just didn't care anymore.
I turned to acknowledge the voice, not really bothering to smile, he was used to it by now, everyone was, pain ran rampant throughout my life, and it affected everyone around me. The dreaded curse that hovered behind me like a bad smell.pathetic,
"You're right," I answered after an overly long pause, "It isn't." I added, turning my eyes up from the floor to where he stood, a black umbrella held in his right hand, his head tilted to the right slightly under the shade of the hovering shape, hair the colour of a raven's wing spilled over his shoulder, onto a black t-shirt, in it's overly, one-sided spiked mess,
"Are you ready?" He asked, blinking onyx eyes at my own matching coloured ones,
"Sure."
He extended his hand to the open doorway behind him and I stepped out, not bothering with my hood or even sheltering under his umbrella, huddling into myself, I bowed my head and walked towards home. Where was home now? I didn't really know, I was confused.he was right, life never is easy.
I said his name and he looked at me, confused as I continued to focus on the path. I asked him if he was confused and he said no. I asked him why but he only shrugged, saying that when you grow up, sometimes things are clearer. He's so much more mature than me now, how can I be any sort of role model for him? I have always been over serious, not stern, just.stoic.and now it was up to me to look out for us.
The streets of West City never really were a pleasing sight, especially when all you can think about is being alone, well, not alone exactly, just distant. If all is fair in love and war, then surely, shouldn't I get over this quicker than I am? A numb pain still throbs within my heart which no kind of painkiller will dispel! Capsule Corp loomed ahead of us, and his face brightened when he saw the small family assembled outside. The mother, her turquoise hair and sapphire eyes spilling crystal tears as she held a small child of lavender-haired grace to her body, both were huddling under an umbrella similar to my brother's. The father stood apart, back turned to everyone, head held high, not caring that each rain drop hit his face.harsh.
His son, sharing the hair of his sister, stood ahead, smiling sadly as he reached out a hand towards us. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, not really knowing what to do or say. As we stood before the tall teenager, I stayed silent whilst my brother stayed remorseful, yet brave,
"How is he?" I heard the motherly figure ask from a distance,
"He's taken it hard, Bulma." My brother murmured, "I don't know what to do.he just.he's.dark."
"It's like he's no longer conscious." His friend added.
At that pint I turned away and walked. I didn't know where I was going. I just.walked.when the sudden realisation hit me.we were alone.just Goten and myself.
Our mother had died.
~ Owari.
Ya see? Bollox! Well . . . lemme know what you think of it . . . I know it's nothing special or anything . . . but still . . .
Authors note: This is something very short that I wrote to show a friend my writing style on LJ once. It's from Gohan's POV and is really very short. I just felt like putting it up just to add to my archive numbers. Nothing special . . . it's very . . . sad :( I'm not gonna say why he's sad as it explains at the end. So I hope you enjoy and please RnR!
Alone.
By Bubblegum Thai.
"Life's never easy."
The soft, strained voice broke me out of my thoughts as I continued to stare out of the window, my hand pressed against the cool glass as if it would melt to my touch, disappear, allow me to run back into the rain, I didn't care what it did to me, each harsh drop stung like venom no matter what. I just didn't care anymore.
I turned to acknowledge the voice, not really bothering to smile, he was used to it by now, everyone was, pain ran rampant throughout my life, and it affected everyone around me. The dreaded curse that hovered behind me like a bad smell.pathetic,
"You're right," I answered after an overly long pause, "It isn't." I added, turning my eyes up from the floor to where he stood, a black umbrella held in his right hand, his head tilted to the right slightly under the shade of the hovering shape, hair the colour of a raven's wing spilled over his shoulder, onto a black t-shirt, in it's overly, one-sided spiked mess,
"Are you ready?" He asked, blinking onyx eyes at my own matching coloured ones,
"Sure."
He extended his hand to the open doorway behind him and I stepped out, not bothering with my hood or even sheltering under his umbrella, huddling into myself, I bowed my head and walked towards home. Where was home now? I didn't really know, I was confused.he was right, life never is easy.
I said his name and he looked at me, confused as I continued to focus on the path. I asked him if he was confused and he said no. I asked him why but he only shrugged, saying that when you grow up, sometimes things are clearer. He's so much more mature than me now, how can I be any sort of role model for him? I have always been over serious, not stern, just.stoic.and now it was up to me to look out for us.
The streets of West City never really were a pleasing sight, especially when all you can think about is being alone, well, not alone exactly, just distant. If all is fair in love and war, then surely, shouldn't I get over this quicker than I am? A numb pain still throbs within my heart which no kind of painkiller will dispel! Capsule Corp loomed ahead of us, and his face brightened when he saw the small family assembled outside. The mother, her turquoise hair and sapphire eyes spilling crystal tears as she held a small child of lavender-haired grace to her body, both were huddling under an umbrella similar to my brother's. The father stood apart, back turned to everyone, head held high, not caring that each rain drop hit his face.harsh.
His son, sharing the hair of his sister, stood ahead, smiling sadly as he reached out a hand towards us. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, not really knowing what to do or say. As we stood before the tall teenager, I stayed silent whilst my brother stayed remorseful, yet brave,
"How is he?" I heard the motherly figure ask from a distance,
"He's taken it hard, Bulma." My brother murmured, "I don't know what to do.he just.he's.dark."
"It's like he's no longer conscious." His friend added.
At that pint I turned away and walked. I didn't know where I was going. I just.walked.when the sudden realisation hit me.we were alone.just Goten and myself.
Our mother had died.
~ Owari.
Ya see? Bollox! Well . . . lemme know what you think of it . . . I know it's nothing special or anything . . . but still . . .
