Title: Crimson Espy 3/? - Don't turn out the light
Author: Falafal84
Pairing: Gohan/Videl, Vegeta/Bulma,
Rating: M
Warning: AU, violence, Angst (this is debatable, one friend said there was,
another said 'definitely not', opinions?)
Archive: Not as of yet, email falafal84@yahoo.com.au
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: The school details/running of system are created similar to the Australian system, since that is the only I know. This is my first Dragon Ball Z Fanfic, so be kind please.
I'd absolutely love feedback.
////memories//// "speech" 'thoughts'
* * * * * * * * * *
'I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away...Don't turn away, Don't try to hide, Don't close your eyes, Don't turn out the light, Never Sleep Never Die!' Evanesence
* * * * * * * * * *
Darkness. Cold. Pain.
'Where am I?'
The boy's eyes flickered open, vision blurred. His body shivered with the realisation of the low temperature, the first aspect his mind found.
*Beep Bleep Beep Bleep*
As his senses crept into form the small being distinguished the regular intervals of a mechanical tone, the muffled voices of several forms around him.
"He's...dose...modified..."
Groaning he felt a small prick upon his arm. Within moment his head grew heavy, eyelids plunging. But at the same time he remembered what had happened.
"T-trunks?" rough and barely audible, Goten's voice brought new fight into his soul. When no one soothed him, his mother's voice didn't arrive at his side, panic stuck. He wanted to know what was going on and would not sleep until he found out.
Shaking his head he pushed himself up only to have his chest and arms restrained. He looked down to find white straps tightened across his bare chest, arms and two on his legs. Eyes widened as he found only white shorts covered his body, needles, tubes and small pads covering his torso.
It was instinct that saw him tighten his fists and tear the restraints on his arms. Almost immediately there were cries of alarm, hands forced down upon him, uselessly. Closing his eyes he reached deep within himself and found that spark which constantly nagged him. That spark, which brought him power, saw humans cower. Screaming, carrying that spark to the surface, waves of energy radiated from his skin. Bodies flung uncontrollably into the walls surrounding them with deadly force, skin tingling, his hair dancing up from his face. Golden fumes spun about him, his raven hair taking golden presence.
The tubes and needles connected to him flew from his skin and finally the restraints disintegrated. Jumping up onto the bed, Goten glanced around and found the room quite large. About the sides many machines softly hummed in motion, then huddled bodies of white-coated staff.
"Sit down, senseless child!"
A sudden voice bellowed from a speaker in the far corner. Still in SSJ level Goten stumbled backwards, eyes darting.
"Let me go!" his childlike voice almost broken, fear hinting.
"My dear child, do not fear. You are in no danger. We just need a few things, you understand"
Moments later the metal door slid gradually open, in defense Goten brought forth,
"Kah-Meh-Ha-Meh-...ugh!"
The young half saiyan was struck back by a powerful blast before he had a chance to complete the hereditary technique. Slamming into the metal wall behind him, creating but a small dent, Goten fell back onto the bed.
By this time the medication given to him began to steal his energy, his eyes slowly closing,
"Don't close your eyes" speaking to himself Goten pulled himself to his knees.
Fire burned across his face as a fist struck him from the bunk,
"Gohan..." instinctively the 8-year-old cried for his brother, arms shaking. He would not give up, unbeknownst to him a trait of his father.
"It is best if you co-operate, Goten" the deep bodiless voice appeared once more,
"Please let me go" with his body leant over the white tiled floor, hands propping up his torso, Goten's tears began to streak down onto his cheeks.
* * * * * * * * * *
'What's wrong?'
It was more then a weak stomach. Deep within, his senses blistered anxiety, a link broken. Somewhere a soul was calling, crying, anguish. He had never felt this fearful in his life. He needed to help.
'Someone is calling me. How can I just sit here? ... No, it's just a bad feeling. Just those so called weapon checks'
"Gohan?" the soft voice and comforting hand upon his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. For the first time he realised the dull pain throbbing in his palm. Letting his eyes drop he slowly opened his tightened fist only to cause the fall of a drop of blood.
"Your bleeding?" Voiced Videl
"I've got a pen you can borrow" Erasa offered with hinted humor.
"Uh...thanks," releasing the broken plastic, which was once his pen, Gohan wiped his hands. "but I'm fine" turning his head, Sharpner's puzzled face greeted him,
"You really should join the wrestling team" a grin suddenly stretched across his friend's face. Erasa lowered the pen she offered and shook her head, turning back to the lecturing English teacher.
"You guys know I don't like fighting" Gohan replied and took Videl's hand. A worried expression remained on her face.
"Too bad" Sharpner's attention turned back to the lesson at hand before the teacher's eyes caught them distracted. It often occurred 'out of the blue' that the half Saiyan would reveal his extraordinary strength, break a glass test tube in chemistry, throw a cricket ball across the school, which would accidentally interrupt a middle school class by smashing a window. Still Sharpner and Erasa, not knowing his saiyan heritage, did not question him continually.
//// "I've always had above average strength in my arms" Gohan told his blonde friends at their questioning. Videl raised an eyebrow, acknowledged of his family. ////
Although, Sharpner was still curious and picked at him when the subject arose. Just as he had discovered Saiya-man's true identity, he would find the truth behind Gohan's remarkable strength. But until that day Gohan would keep 'his' secret and Sharpner would not bother him on the subject. Pulling a spare black biro from the pocket of his cream shirt he began to copy the words spoken, trying his best to divert his attention from his anxious thoughts.
* * *
"...of his action of battery?" These words were spoken by Hamlet in Act 5 Scene 1. They express Hamlet's wonder...Sir?"
The unplanned entrance of the high school principal caught everyone's attention. The short greying man hesitantly entered the large classroom, clearing his throat on the way. It was only moments later that a pair of the men, who swept them in the school's entrance that morning, followed the undersized man through the doorway. Gohan tensed as the principal pushed his black rimmed glasses down to the end of his nose and searched the seated students until he came upon Videl.
"Mr Edwards, these men need a few words with Miss Satan"
"Ah, certainly Sir" The English teacher nodded to Hercule's daughter who slowly stood. Yet before she could reach her full height Gohan had caught her arm and whispered,
"Don't go. I've got a bad feeling about this"
"I can't just refuse them, it's simply a security check" giving him a confident smile she took up her books "Besides you how father is"
"But Videl..."
"This happens all the time"
Videl was making her way through the seated students before Gohan had a chance to reply. As she disappeared from the room, he began to rap his fingers nervously.
"Calm down bud. Videl can take care of herself" sighing he nodded in agreement with Sharpner. He had been training with Videl for quite some time and her Ki had become quite noticable. The only reason Gohan kept training was to ensure Videl and Goten could protect themselves. In his eyes he believed that violence led to deprivation only. He had fought in the tournament only to keep his father in high spirits. A mask. Perhaps to please Piccilo as well, it would keep them off his back. Videl had lost in her second match, against 18. It was but the week before that she had successfully controlled the path of her power blast.
'Sure, she can take care of herself.'
* * * * * * * * * *
"Dende," High above the ground in the outlook, earth's guardian looked up from his reading to find Piccilo walking towards him.
"Good morning Piccilo"
"Where's Goten?"
"He's down with his family," the small green nameck answered in confusion "you know that"
"I made a promise, a vow, to Goku," Piccilo turned to watch the morning sky through a nearby window "that when he left I would watch over his family"
"And so you do, they're..."
"Dende! I have kept a lock on their Ki and this morning Goten's faded out" turning quickly he faced the guardian "I cannot sense him but perhaps as Earth's guardian you can"
"Of course, I will try"
Closing his eyes, Dende let his senses encompass earth's atmosphere. Recollecting Goten's individual Ki he searched frantically for Goku's youngest. Piccilo was correct, Goten was extremely difficult to sense. The guardian's face strained as he searched deeper, until...
"There!" he placed a hand on piccillo's arm causing a smile to slink across older face.
"How'd he get there?" Dende questioned "That's 15 miles beneath the surface"
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: The school details/running of system are created similar to the Australian system, since that is the only I know. This is my first Dragon Ball Z Fanfic, so be kind please.
I'd absolutely love feedback.
////memories//// "speech" 'thoughts'
* * * * * * * * * *
'I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away...Don't turn away, Don't try to hide, Don't close your eyes, Don't turn out the light, Never Sleep Never Die!' Evanesence
* * * * * * * * * *
Darkness. Cold. Pain.
'Where am I?'
The boy's eyes flickered open, vision blurred. His body shivered with the realisation of the low temperature, the first aspect his mind found.
*Beep Bleep Beep Bleep*
As his senses crept into form the small being distinguished the regular intervals of a mechanical tone, the muffled voices of several forms around him.
"He's...dose...modified..."
Groaning he felt a small prick upon his arm. Within moment his head grew heavy, eyelids plunging. But at the same time he remembered what had happened.
"T-trunks?" rough and barely audible, Goten's voice brought new fight into his soul. When no one soothed him, his mother's voice didn't arrive at his side, panic stuck. He wanted to know what was going on and would not sleep until he found out.
Shaking his head he pushed himself up only to have his chest and arms restrained. He looked down to find white straps tightened across his bare chest, arms and two on his legs. Eyes widened as he found only white shorts covered his body, needles, tubes and small pads covering his torso.
It was instinct that saw him tighten his fists and tear the restraints on his arms. Almost immediately there were cries of alarm, hands forced down upon him, uselessly. Closing his eyes he reached deep within himself and found that spark which constantly nagged him. That spark, which brought him power, saw humans cower. Screaming, carrying that spark to the surface, waves of energy radiated from his skin. Bodies flung uncontrollably into the walls surrounding them with deadly force, skin tingling, his hair dancing up from his face. Golden fumes spun about him, his raven hair taking golden presence.
The tubes and needles connected to him flew from his skin and finally the restraints disintegrated. Jumping up onto the bed, Goten glanced around and found the room quite large. About the sides many machines softly hummed in motion, then huddled bodies of white-coated staff.
"Sit down, senseless child!"
A sudden voice bellowed from a speaker in the far corner. Still in SSJ level Goten stumbled backwards, eyes darting.
"Let me go!" his childlike voice almost broken, fear hinting.
"My dear child, do not fear. You are in no danger. We just need a few things, you understand"
Moments later the metal door slid gradually open, in defense Goten brought forth,
"Kah-Meh-Ha-Meh-...ugh!"
The young half saiyan was struck back by a powerful blast before he had a chance to complete the hereditary technique. Slamming into the metal wall behind him, creating but a small dent, Goten fell back onto the bed.
By this time the medication given to him began to steal his energy, his eyes slowly closing,
"Don't close your eyes" speaking to himself Goten pulled himself to his knees.
Fire burned across his face as a fist struck him from the bunk,
"Gohan..." instinctively the 8-year-old cried for his brother, arms shaking. He would not give up, unbeknownst to him a trait of his father.
"It is best if you co-operate, Goten" the deep bodiless voice appeared once more,
"Please let me go" with his body leant over the white tiled floor, hands propping up his torso, Goten's tears began to streak down onto his cheeks.
* * * * * * * * * *
'What's wrong?'
It was more then a weak stomach. Deep within, his senses blistered anxiety, a link broken. Somewhere a soul was calling, crying, anguish. He had never felt this fearful in his life. He needed to help.
'Someone is calling me. How can I just sit here? ... No, it's just a bad feeling. Just those so called weapon checks'
"Gohan?" the soft voice and comforting hand upon his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. For the first time he realised the dull pain throbbing in his palm. Letting his eyes drop he slowly opened his tightened fist only to cause the fall of a drop of blood.
"Your bleeding?" Voiced Videl
"I've got a pen you can borrow" Erasa offered with hinted humor.
"Uh...thanks," releasing the broken plastic, which was once his pen, Gohan wiped his hands. "but I'm fine" turning his head, Sharpner's puzzled face greeted him,
"You really should join the wrestling team" a grin suddenly stretched across his friend's face. Erasa lowered the pen she offered and shook her head, turning back to the lecturing English teacher.
"You guys know I don't like fighting" Gohan replied and took Videl's hand. A worried expression remained on her face.
"Too bad" Sharpner's attention turned back to the lesson at hand before the teacher's eyes caught them distracted. It often occurred 'out of the blue' that the half Saiyan would reveal his extraordinary strength, break a glass test tube in chemistry, throw a cricket ball across the school, which would accidentally interrupt a middle school class by smashing a window. Still Sharpner and Erasa, not knowing his saiyan heritage, did not question him continually.
//// "I've always had above average strength in my arms" Gohan told his blonde friends at their questioning. Videl raised an eyebrow, acknowledged of his family. ////
Although, Sharpner was still curious and picked at him when the subject arose. Just as he had discovered Saiya-man's true identity, he would find the truth behind Gohan's remarkable strength. But until that day Gohan would keep 'his' secret and Sharpner would not bother him on the subject. Pulling a spare black biro from the pocket of his cream shirt he began to copy the words spoken, trying his best to divert his attention from his anxious thoughts.
* * *
"...of his action of battery?" These words were spoken by Hamlet in Act 5 Scene 1. They express Hamlet's wonder...Sir?"
The unplanned entrance of the high school principal caught everyone's attention. The short greying man hesitantly entered the large classroom, clearing his throat on the way. It was only moments later that a pair of the men, who swept them in the school's entrance that morning, followed the undersized man through the doorway. Gohan tensed as the principal pushed his black rimmed glasses down to the end of his nose and searched the seated students until he came upon Videl.
"Mr Edwards, these men need a few words with Miss Satan"
"Ah, certainly Sir" The English teacher nodded to Hercule's daughter who slowly stood. Yet before she could reach her full height Gohan had caught her arm and whispered,
"Don't go. I've got a bad feeling about this"
"I can't just refuse them, it's simply a security check" giving him a confident smile she took up her books "Besides you how father is"
"But Videl..."
"This happens all the time"
Videl was making her way through the seated students before Gohan had a chance to reply. As she disappeared from the room, he began to rap his fingers nervously.
"Calm down bud. Videl can take care of herself" sighing he nodded in agreement with Sharpner. He had been training with Videl for quite some time and her Ki had become quite noticable. The only reason Gohan kept training was to ensure Videl and Goten could protect themselves. In his eyes he believed that violence led to deprivation only. He had fought in the tournament only to keep his father in high spirits. A mask. Perhaps to please Piccilo as well, it would keep them off his back. Videl had lost in her second match, against 18. It was but the week before that she had successfully controlled the path of her power blast.
'Sure, she can take care of herself.'
* * * * * * * * * *
"Dende," High above the ground in the outlook, earth's guardian looked up from his reading to find Piccilo walking towards him.
"Good morning Piccilo"
"Where's Goten?"
"He's down with his family," the small green nameck answered in confusion "you know that"
"I made a promise, a vow, to Goku," Piccilo turned to watch the morning sky through a nearby window "that when he left I would watch over his family"
"And so you do, they're..."
"Dende! I have kept a lock on their Ki and this morning Goten's faded out" turning quickly he faced the guardian "I cannot sense him but perhaps as Earth's guardian you can"
"Of course, I will try"
Closing his eyes, Dende let his senses encompass earth's atmosphere. Recollecting Goten's individual Ki he searched frantically for Goku's youngest. Piccilo was correct, Goten was extremely difficult to sense. The guardian's face strained as he searched deeper, until...
"There!" he placed a hand on piccillo's arm causing a smile to slink across older face.
"How'd he get there?" Dende questioned "That's 15 miles beneath the surface"