Phobia
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Agent 182: thanks for the reviews. Yeah the last chapter was pretty, er . . . well the dream was crappy. Yes, I know. But they'll get better. Ya see I wrote this all out before and I wanted that to be omniscient POV so you would se that it might not always be in first person for the dreams. That's a big hint. I hope this chapter is better.
Chapter 5: Seein' red
Son Goku sat on the couch in Capsule Corp's lab. Trunks and Goten sat next to him quietly chatting about some movie. Bulma walked back into the room, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Bulma stepped in front of Goku. He looked up at her, his elbows rested on his knees. "Erm, Goku I don't know how to explain this but whatever she gave you is making your ki lower."
Goku stood up "WHAT!? I can't do instant transmission, fly or do any ki attacks! What the hell was that stuff?"
Bulma's eyes shifted to the floor "I don't know."
"You're really helping a lot Bulma!" Goku stormed out of the room. Rarely had they ever seen the tall Sayian so angry. Their mouths hung agape. Before they could recover, he appeared in the doorway. "I'm so so sorry. I don't know what came over me. With everything that happened . . ."
"It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself. You need to relax and take a nice hot shower."
Goku grinned at her "Yeah, you're right. If I'm not out in 15 minutes send someone up." He turned and left the room.
"Your dad is weird Goten."
Vegeta, Marron, and Gohan stepped into the lab. "Krillian and Eighteen are . . ." Vegeta glanced over at Marron. "Asleep." They understood and frowned; they didn't waste their tears. "Where is Kakkarot?" Marron went over to Trunks and Goten.
"Dad's in the shower." Goten answered as Marron jumped up beside him on the couch.
"That bitch Videl can make us fall asleep when ever the hell she feels like it." Goten, Trunks, and Bulma gasped. "She tried to give me whatever the hell she gave Kakkarot but Gohan woke me up. She was pissed." He paused, his eyes looking towards the door. "Marron is hungry, and so is Gohan and I." That was all he said and he left to the kitchen, the others followed.
Goku turned on the water; steam quickly filled the enormous shower. He put his hand under the water, testing it. The water raced down his forearm. He sighed; this was the only shower in the house that had warm water, not burning hot or icy cold, just perfect. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing, letting them bundle at his feet. He stepped out of them and into the shower, the warm water pelting against his smooth skin. The liquid moved down his body, caressing every crevice. He dunked his head under the water, his ebony hair falling to his shoulders. He heavily sighed and grabbed the bottle of Strawberry scented Shampoo. He poured the pink fluid into his hands and set the bottle on the bottle holder; he rubbed the shampoo through his hair. The sweet scent brought a smile to his lips as he got the shampoo into a lather. He rinsed it out re drenching his hair, bubbled rolled over his holders. He then douched his hair in conditioner. After waiting a moment, he rinsed it out and picked up the soap.
Crimson rolled off his arm and onto it. He jerked back, dropping the soap and hitting the back of the shower. He panted heavily as more blood poured out of the showerhead. Blood gripped down his sculptured body, he closed his eyes. 'No no no no no, this isn't happening, there is no blood, there is no blood' the blood still remained after he opened his eyes. 'I'm not dreaming, I never closed my eyes more than a second.' He slid the door open, snatched up his white towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He ran out of the bathroom, bloody footprints followed him.
Bulma stirred the soup. Vegeta stood near by off in his own little world. The kids sat in the living room playing video games. Vegeta snapped back into reality when Goku ran into the kitchen, soaking wet. Vegeta couldn't help but drool and notice the frighten look in his lover's eyes. "What is it?" Bulma turned towards Goku as Vegeta said that.
Goku hesitated, "Don't you see it?"
" . . . See what?"
"The blood." Bulma raised her eyebrow. 'What is he on?'
"We don't see anything Kakkarot."
"But I- I see the blood- I can smell it- I can taste it-"
Vegeta stepped towards him "You need to lay down, I have to tell you something so go and get dressed. I will be up there shortly."
"But-"
Vegeta cut him off "GO." Goku frowned and headed out of the kitchen. Vegeta shook his head. "What is happening to you Kakkarot?" he whispered.
Goku quickly threw on a pair of blue gi pants and a tight white tank. He brushed his hair; it shifted to its usual place. Vegeta walked into the room, he paused and eyed Goku for a moment scanning for the scent of blood but found none. Goku faced him. "Do you still see the blood?" Goku nodded and sat down on the bed his mind jumbled with thoughts.
"She's playing with your mind Kakkarot." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Krillian and Eighteen are dead." Goku frowned. "Marron is here with us. That bitch Videl tried to give me what she gave to you but failed. She can also make us fall asleep whenever she wants . . ." he trailed off with as many curse words that he could think of.
"Oh Kami this is worse than before. Why doesn't she understand?" he gazed down at his hands, fresh tears streaked down his cheeks. Vegeta sat down next to him. "Vegeta . . . this- you and me it isn't working. It can't- bare to see anything else happen to you. I love you. I don't want you to get hurt. I- I think we should end it now while you're still alive. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Vegeta stared at him, holding his own tears back. He couldn't stand to see Goku like that but he respected his decision.
"If that is what you want. Do you want me to go?"
Goku grabbed his arm franticly. "NO- stay. Please stay in here while I sleep."
"Then I will." Goku moved himself so he rested his head on the pillow. Vegeta sat next to Goku as he sprawled himself across the bed. "Sleep well Kakkarot."
"G'night Geta . . ." his eyes closed as he drifted of to a dreamless slumber.
"HA! I won again!" Trunks shouted. Goten crossed his arms. Gohan held back a laugh. Marron watched Trunks as he stood up and started his butt shakin' dance. (Agent 182: Goten let Trunks win cuz he knew he'd do that). There was a knock on the door and Trunks quickly answered it. "Hi Piccolo." He smiled at the tall Namek warrior. "Oh, come in. Are you looking for my dad and Goku?'"
"Yes, I did to speak with them it is urgent."
"Oh okay, they're upstairs, but you better knock first and plug your ears. Ya know just in case." Red painted across Piccolo's cheeks. Trunks grinned; he loves doing that to Piccolo. The others waved and Trunks went back to playing the game. Piccolo went down to hall and stopped outside of Goku and Vegeta's room. He knocked on the door. It cracked open. Vegeta peered out.
"What do you want Namek?" he whispered, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Shut up, Kakkarot is sleeping." Vegeta opened the door the rest of the way; Piccolo stepped inside. "Should I wake him?"
"Yes it is very important." Vegeta went to Goku's side and whispered his name. He jerked awake but calmed as he heard a soothing voice.
"Sleep well?" He smiled at Vegeta.
"Uh . . . sure. Oh hey Piccolo." He stretched his arms and put his legs over the side of the bed, his stomach doing back flips. His eyes shifted to the bloody towel in the laundry basket. He closed his black eyes, hoping for the blood to be gone when he opened them, but the crimson still remained. Piccolo scrutinized him for a moment and got to the point.
"I had a dream-" Goku held back laughter. Piccolo ignored him "about these black star dragonballs that are located off in space. We could find these dragonballs and wish Videl gone for good. We can wish people dead with them. They are irreversible too. If we put the dragon radar on a wide range scan, we could find them easier."
"How did you know Videl was back?" Vegeta lifted an eyebrow.
"I-I could sense her presence. I could also sense Goku's distress." His eyes wandered over to the taller Sayian who was still trying to absorb the information.
"Alright then, we leave in an hour. We'll call the others. We'll need as much help as possible." Goku nodded as Vegeta said this. Still feeling that something seemed odd but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"What if it's Videl?"
Vegeta and Piccolo turned to Goku. "It isn't I could tell. I'm positive that it was Dende." Goku forced a smile at him.
"Okay. I trust you."
To be continued . . .
Agent 182: Poor Vegeta, Goku gave him the boot. Well it's to save him . . . hopefully. Now they are off the get the dun dun duuunnn, Black Star Dragonballs. Hmm, now all the characters are gonna show up. Oh joy, more fun for Videl I mean uh . . . never mind that. So, has anyone figured out how Videl is still alive? If you did, holy crap you're a genius. The pieces should really start to come together in the next chapter. Not all but a lot. So I hoped you liked it and as always reviews are much liked. And if you have an idea for a dream sequence email me it. Help is always nice. My email is.
blinkoneeightytwotimes@hotmail.com
Or
Agent182 Reese @aol.com
And always thanks for reading; Ideas are much liked. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Agent 182: thanks for the reviews. Yeah the last chapter was pretty, er . . . well the dream was crappy. Yes, I know. But they'll get better. Ya see I wrote this all out before and I wanted that to be omniscient POV so you would se that it might not always be in first person for the dreams. That's a big hint. I hope this chapter is better.
Chapter 5: Seein' red
Son Goku sat on the couch in Capsule Corp's lab. Trunks and Goten sat next to him quietly chatting about some movie. Bulma walked back into the room, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Bulma stepped in front of Goku. He looked up at her, his elbows rested on his knees. "Erm, Goku I don't know how to explain this but whatever she gave you is making your ki lower."
Goku stood up "WHAT!? I can't do instant transmission, fly or do any ki attacks! What the hell was that stuff?"
Bulma's eyes shifted to the floor "I don't know."
"You're really helping a lot Bulma!" Goku stormed out of the room. Rarely had they ever seen the tall Sayian so angry. Their mouths hung agape. Before they could recover, he appeared in the doorway. "I'm so so sorry. I don't know what came over me. With everything that happened . . ."
"It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself. You need to relax and take a nice hot shower."
Goku grinned at her "Yeah, you're right. If I'm not out in 15 minutes send someone up." He turned and left the room.
"Your dad is weird Goten."
Vegeta, Marron, and Gohan stepped into the lab. "Krillian and Eighteen are . . ." Vegeta glanced over at Marron. "Asleep." They understood and frowned; they didn't waste their tears. "Where is Kakkarot?" Marron went over to Trunks and Goten.
"Dad's in the shower." Goten answered as Marron jumped up beside him on the couch.
"That bitch Videl can make us fall asleep when ever the hell she feels like it." Goten, Trunks, and Bulma gasped. "She tried to give me whatever the hell she gave Kakkarot but Gohan woke me up. She was pissed." He paused, his eyes looking towards the door. "Marron is hungry, and so is Gohan and I." That was all he said and he left to the kitchen, the others followed.
Goku turned on the water; steam quickly filled the enormous shower. He put his hand under the water, testing it. The water raced down his forearm. He sighed; this was the only shower in the house that had warm water, not burning hot or icy cold, just perfect. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing, letting them bundle at his feet. He stepped out of them and into the shower, the warm water pelting against his smooth skin. The liquid moved down his body, caressing every crevice. He dunked his head under the water, his ebony hair falling to his shoulders. He heavily sighed and grabbed the bottle of Strawberry scented Shampoo. He poured the pink fluid into his hands and set the bottle on the bottle holder; he rubbed the shampoo through his hair. The sweet scent brought a smile to his lips as he got the shampoo into a lather. He rinsed it out re drenching his hair, bubbled rolled over his holders. He then douched his hair in conditioner. After waiting a moment, he rinsed it out and picked up the soap.
Crimson rolled off his arm and onto it. He jerked back, dropping the soap and hitting the back of the shower. He panted heavily as more blood poured out of the showerhead. Blood gripped down his sculptured body, he closed his eyes. 'No no no no no, this isn't happening, there is no blood, there is no blood' the blood still remained after he opened his eyes. 'I'm not dreaming, I never closed my eyes more than a second.' He slid the door open, snatched up his white towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He ran out of the bathroom, bloody footprints followed him.
Bulma stirred the soup. Vegeta stood near by off in his own little world. The kids sat in the living room playing video games. Vegeta snapped back into reality when Goku ran into the kitchen, soaking wet. Vegeta couldn't help but drool and notice the frighten look in his lover's eyes. "What is it?" Bulma turned towards Goku as Vegeta said that.
Goku hesitated, "Don't you see it?"
" . . . See what?"
"The blood." Bulma raised her eyebrow. 'What is he on?'
"We don't see anything Kakkarot."
"But I- I see the blood- I can smell it- I can taste it-"
Vegeta stepped towards him "You need to lay down, I have to tell you something so go and get dressed. I will be up there shortly."
"But-"
Vegeta cut him off "GO." Goku frowned and headed out of the kitchen. Vegeta shook his head. "What is happening to you Kakkarot?" he whispered.
Goku quickly threw on a pair of blue gi pants and a tight white tank. He brushed his hair; it shifted to its usual place. Vegeta walked into the room, he paused and eyed Goku for a moment scanning for the scent of blood but found none. Goku faced him. "Do you still see the blood?" Goku nodded and sat down on the bed his mind jumbled with thoughts.
"She's playing with your mind Kakkarot." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Krillian and Eighteen are dead." Goku frowned. "Marron is here with us. That bitch Videl tried to give me what she gave to you but failed. She can also make us fall asleep whenever she wants . . ." he trailed off with as many curse words that he could think of.
"Oh Kami this is worse than before. Why doesn't she understand?" he gazed down at his hands, fresh tears streaked down his cheeks. Vegeta sat down next to him. "Vegeta . . . this- you and me it isn't working. It can't- bare to see anything else happen to you. I love you. I don't want you to get hurt. I- I think we should end it now while you're still alive. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Vegeta stared at him, holding his own tears back. He couldn't stand to see Goku like that but he respected his decision.
"If that is what you want. Do you want me to go?"
Goku grabbed his arm franticly. "NO- stay. Please stay in here while I sleep."
"Then I will." Goku moved himself so he rested his head on the pillow. Vegeta sat next to Goku as he sprawled himself across the bed. "Sleep well Kakkarot."
"G'night Geta . . ." his eyes closed as he drifted of to a dreamless slumber.
"HA! I won again!" Trunks shouted. Goten crossed his arms. Gohan held back a laugh. Marron watched Trunks as he stood up and started his butt shakin' dance. (Agent 182: Goten let Trunks win cuz he knew he'd do that). There was a knock on the door and Trunks quickly answered it. "Hi Piccolo." He smiled at the tall Namek warrior. "Oh, come in. Are you looking for my dad and Goku?'"
"Yes, I did to speak with them it is urgent."
"Oh okay, they're upstairs, but you better knock first and plug your ears. Ya know just in case." Red painted across Piccolo's cheeks. Trunks grinned; he loves doing that to Piccolo. The others waved and Trunks went back to playing the game. Piccolo went down to hall and stopped outside of Goku and Vegeta's room. He knocked on the door. It cracked open. Vegeta peered out.
"What do you want Namek?" he whispered, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Shut up, Kakkarot is sleeping." Vegeta opened the door the rest of the way; Piccolo stepped inside. "Should I wake him?"
"Yes it is very important." Vegeta went to Goku's side and whispered his name. He jerked awake but calmed as he heard a soothing voice.
"Sleep well?" He smiled at Vegeta.
"Uh . . . sure. Oh hey Piccolo." He stretched his arms and put his legs over the side of the bed, his stomach doing back flips. His eyes shifted to the bloody towel in the laundry basket. He closed his black eyes, hoping for the blood to be gone when he opened them, but the crimson still remained. Piccolo scrutinized him for a moment and got to the point.
"I had a dream-" Goku held back laughter. Piccolo ignored him "about these black star dragonballs that are located off in space. We could find these dragonballs and wish Videl gone for good. We can wish people dead with them. They are irreversible too. If we put the dragon radar on a wide range scan, we could find them easier."
"How did you know Videl was back?" Vegeta lifted an eyebrow.
"I-I could sense her presence. I could also sense Goku's distress." His eyes wandered over to the taller Sayian who was still trying to absorb the information.
"Alright then, we leave in an hour. We'll call the others. We'll need as much help as possible." Goku nodded as Vegeta said this. Still feeling that something seemed odd but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"What if it's Videl?"
Vegeta and Piccolo turned to Goku. "It isn't I could tell. I'm positive that it was Dende." Goku forced a smile at him.
"Okay. I trust you."
To be continued . . .
Agent 182: Poor Vegeta, Goku gave him the boot. Well it's to save him . . . hopefully. Now they are off the get the dun dun duuunnn, Black Star Dragonballs. Hmm, now all the characters are gonna show up. Oh joy, more fun for Videl I mean uh . . . never mind that. So, has anyone figured out how Videl is still alive? If you did, holy crap you're a genius. The pieces should really start to come together in the next chapter. Not all but a lot. So I hoped you liked it and as always reviews are much liked. And if you have an idea for a dream sequence email me it. Help is always nice. My email is.
blinkoneeightytwotimes@hotmail.com
Or
Agent182 Reese @aol.com
And always thanks for reading; Ideas are much liked. ^_^