Childhood Dreams
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Gohan shuddered when he heard the cold rage beneath Vegeta's voice. It was so cold, bitter, and anger. He had no hope of surviving, none at all. He had written his own death sentence when he lied to Bulma. When he had agreed to hurt her.
He should've just refused. Gohan bowed his head in shame, as he turned towards Bulma with pleading eyes. Begging her to understand that he didn't have a choice. That he was only a kid that's subordinate to his friends. One that would trust and believe everything that was tossed his way. For once his naive and innocent nature would someday become the death of him.
"Yes..." he whispered as he took a brave step forward, aware that Bulma's eyes were carefully following his every move. He looked up and stared deep into Vegeta's eyes, hoping to find some sort of comfort, some warmth...
They were so dark...opaque...and glossed over. As empty as an endless tunnel, but buried beneath it was a piece of humanity. A tiny piece of happiness, a bright light in the dark. His eyes were the one of someone that have been though nightmare after nightmare and survived.
Gohan sucked in a deep breath and studied the ground fearfully. His hands were clenched tightly together, almost as he was trying to hold his guts in. "Bulma...please...listen to me," he begged. "I didn't mean to hurt you. They said that it would be for the best if you let him go," he whispered tossing Vegeta a scared glance. "That Earth would be safe if they left..."
Bulma sighed softly, fair enough. Gohan was still a child, no matter how strong he was for his age, he still depended upon his friends and family. "Gohan come here," she said gently, beckoning him to sit next to her.
He hesitated momentarily before scampering down next to her. Gohan whimpered softly when Vegeta shot him a death glare.
"Look, I understand..." she said soothingly, stroking his hair. "But," her eyes hardened. "From now on, you'll have to think for yourself. And take responsibility for your actions," she scolded.
"Where are the others brat," growled Vegeta through clenched teeth. When Gohan shot him an innocent, but nervous glance, he pounded his fist against the ground. "You know what I'm talking about! The weaklings...the other weaklings you hang out with."
"They're...they're not here..." he stammered, as he stood rooted to the ground.
"What do you think I am? Stupid?" hissed Vegeta. "Of course they're not here...or else we'd be able to see them!"
"Oh be nice Veggie," muttered Bulma, waving him aside. "He's just a kid."
"A dangerous kid," he snarled furiously. "What makes you think you could trust him? He lied to you once. What makes you so sure he won't do it again?"
Bulma's eyes darkened slightly. "Because I trust him," she snapped quietly. "Besides, he deserves a second chance...just like some others," she added, shooting Vegeta a nasty look.
Vegeta reluctantly decided that it would best to back off. Bulma was capable of scaring the shit out of him when she was pissed...and she wasn't looking downright cheerful at the moment.
Gohan watched the whole ordeal tensely. He knew his whole life depended solely upon Bulma. If her trust wavered...even for a second. He shuddered with fear.
"So where are they," repeated Bulma, giving him a sweet smile. Which scared him shitless when Bulma was acting "nice."
"I...I don't know," he whispered softly, trying to stand his ground while Bulma walked closer. "They didn't tell me anything!" he wailed, wringing his hands pitifully.
Bulma shot Vegeta a sly look...which he gladly returned.
"Well in that case, you better tell us," said Vegeta, while gathering Ki in his hand. 'It would be such a shame to die so young," he taunted, his eyes shining with bloodlust. "And if you lie..." he made a slashing motion across his throat.
Gohan gulped in fear, his back was pressed against a boulder. He had no where to run, to turn for help. "Bulma?" he begged sound more a bit panicked. When Bulma refused to return his glance, he did the only thing that was left for him to do.
"PICCOLO!" he screamed, a fresh wave a tears streamed down his face. "KRILLIN!"
A smile lit Vegeta's face. "That's it brat...bring them out," he muttered quietly. "They're weaklings...therefore wouldn't even think twice about leaving their haven to save this little traitor."
Bulma flashed him an impressed look, and mouthed, "Dang you're good!"
Vegeta arrogantly crossed his arms. "Aren't I," he exclaimed, tilting up his nose mockingly. "I'm the best or the best."
Bulma raised her eyebrows in amusement. "Right...."
He shrugged casually, before turning his attention back to Gohan. "Well...I suppose even your pathetic friends don't have the guts to save you. Either that or they don't think you're worth anything," he said, his eyes gleaming cruelly.
"Oh course they care," replied Gohan with a note of hesitation. "They're my friends."
"Oh? And what are friends?" countered Vegeta, as he glared maliciously at him. "You weakling's definition is vague, you think friendship would last throughout your life, and they'll always be there for you to save your pathetic ass," he paused, taking note of Gohan's frozen expression before continuing. "But let me tell you a little secret," he whispered softly.
"You earthlings don't understand the meaning of HONOR, you only care about yourselves. In other words, I doubt cue-ball or the green bean will even bother coming."
"No," whispered Gohan, his small figure was trembling with suppressed anger and fear. "You're lying...You're lying!"
"What makes you say that brat. You have sayian blood flowing in your veins...If your friends hate us so much," he looked pointy at himself and Bulma. "What do they think of you?"
"They hate Sayians with a passion...and wanted to destroy us all. And then we have you," he said, walking closer to Gohan until they were only a few feet apart. "A half-freed, yet you'll always be stronger then them all. They'll destroy you eventually."
"Stop it!" cried Gohan, covering his ears angrily. "You're lying! Stop playing mind games on me!"
Vegeta grabbed Gohan by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him off his feet. "It's your choice," he said coldly. "Which side you want to be on. either with your kin...your blood, or with the weaklings and their disgusting lies."
"Think it over carefully," added Vegeta, with a nasty smile playing on his lips. "You only have one choice...and hopefully you'll make the right one...if you know what I mean."
Gohan stared one last time at the sun, the sky, the world that he loved so much. No matter what Vegeta would, or could do to him...he would always remain loyal to his friends.
He looked Vegeta definitely in the eyes, "My friends are more important them my life," he stammered softly. Gohan closed his eyes and waited for the killing blow, the end to all the agony and pain.
"I'll be with my dad"
Vegeta slowly raised his hand, and a tremendous Ki ball formed. "Wrong answer," he snapped, before sending the Ki ball straight towards Gohan.
'Vegeta! Stop it!" screamed Bulma. "Don't kill him!" But her screams were too late, the blast was too close for them to block. She bowed her head in fear and defeat. Gohan was gone, there's no way he could survive.
"Or could he?"
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