A/N: Yo, I know these things detract from the whole reading experience, but
I've got to reach a point here with good ol' PsYcHo. The reason why Gohan
is contemplating so much about God and everything here, is because in this
story he and his family are Christian, annoying references of Kami aside.
And also, I'm sorry if that thing sprung out from South Park- It's really
just the way I want Gohan to think throughout the whole story. I want him
to accentuate small points in things a lot. The way I see it-and how I
incorporate it into the story- is that these Supreme Kais are no more than
really funky arch-angels, here to protect the general sides of the universe
from danger. That's how it is in this story so don't get too excited. Oh,
one more thing: When Gohan mentions Vegeta once telling him that a lot of
races in outer space believe in God, that was actually an interception by
my original "RI Theory" Saga. Once again, sorry for the annoying Author's
Note. (By the way, steal my idea for RI Theory, and I'll kill you. No,
seriously. I will. I've been working on the PLOT of it for three years.
Don't fuck with me.)
Chapter Six
I looked up at Videl's eyes. She had such beautiful eyes. And her smile...warmth was traced in that smile. She was not a cold- hearted evil teenager that had a rich, arrogant father; she was a wonderful girl with a strikingly different personality. I hate that no one could ever see past this.
"I'm sorry, Videl. I guess..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I just couldn't bear to say anything right then. My heart was pounding furiously at the notion of my father's death, and just how much Cell had ruined my life.
"Gohan, I won't care if you have to cry about it. Look, I cried and sobbed over my mother when I watched her die out in that ice cream shop, so you know it's alright that you can tell me everything that you need to tell me," I wish I could. Maybe...maybe I should. Yes, it would be the right time, now.
"Okay, I will. But don't hate me,"
"I won't," She interrupted.
"Well, this is how it goes...My father, after he-he died, we thought Cell was dead...because my father sacrificed himself to make Cell die. And ... And it didn't work. Cell came back. That asshole came back and nearly killed Vegeta. Then he challenged me to one last fight. One last little stand-off," Videl looked at me with that little sparkle in her eyes, the little sparkle she only reserved for me. I kept going on.
"And I, oh, please don't think me of a crazy fool...but I killed Cell, Videl. Not your father. Everything he's told you about him being so powerful is a lie. A huge lie. All the fame he's gained...I didn't want it. I just let him take the credit," Videl was shocked, I could tell just by the look on her face. But it was an expectant shock, like an 'I knew it this whole time but I was never sure.'
"Gohan...I can't believe it, but it's true! I have to believe you. You're the only person that really cares for me, except for my mother and brother. And it's hard to accept...it's hard to accept that my fame and fortune is a lie. And I shouldn't believe you, Gohan. But I do!" She was almost going a little nuts over it. Her right hand shook with shock. I grabbed it into both of mine.
"It's okay. I know it's odd, and it's an odd feeling knowing something you shouldn't. I know of plenty of things that should not even be uttered to a grown man. But Videl, it's going to be fine. I'm going to be right here for you. Even if your father does horrible things to you, I'll help you stand up to him," I told her. She was strong, stronger than her father, and I knew she could stand up to him. But I told her I would be there. So I had to stay with this promise.
"It's just hard, Gohan. Hard knowing that my whole life is a lie," She looked a way from me. I tilted her head gently to let her look straight into my eyes.
"Your life is not a lie. If anyone's life is a lie, it's your father's. Your father, Videl...I know this isn't easy for me to say to you, belittling him like this, but I believe that your father would do anything to get what he wants," She nodded her head.
"He's such an asshole. All those women...they mean nothing to him. He probably even thought the same way about my mother," Well...I couldn't know if that was true or not. In fact, I have no idea what Videl's mother looks like, other than her picture in that hallway.
"That may be. But what matters, is that your mother loved you, Videl. She would do anything for you, you know that," I told her. She got this sad little smile on her face, and sighed.
"Yes, that's true. She was always there for me. Even when my father was going on another stupid glory-rampage, she still would stay home and be there for me and my brother," Videl told me.
"That sounds like my father. Whenever he could be home, he was always there to be with me. He never knew Goten, though. I was so worried the night before the Cell games that I could barely get any sleep, so you know what I did?" Videl looked at me, question semi-exercised on her eyebrows.
"I looked at the snow outside. It was snowing just like this, seven years ago. And I thought of all those people he killed. And all of them were little snowflakes, each of them different, unique. And I always thought of snow as such a beautiful phenomenon. So I took it to heart that all those snowflakes are life. Life's beautiful, Videl. It's a round-a-bout way of saying it, but I wanted to protect that snow. If I didn't, then Cell would destroy the Earth's snow. All kinds of its snow, from the animals to the actual thing. I couldn't let him do something like that to the planet. So the next day when all of our gang went out to the middle of Utah, I had only one thing on my mind. Snow," Videl smiled at me, and I almost was crushed under the smile.
"Is that way you like the snow so much, Gohan? Because it reminds you of how precious life can be?" She asked.
"Yeah, but not how precious it can be. How precious it is, Videl. The only things in this world undeserving of God's Breath are those who take their lives for granted. Like your father," I muttered at the end, resenting to even utter of her father now. She nodded in agreement.
"I wish he would just die. And he's going to be home tomorrow evening. I'm going to try and stay as far away from him as possible, and if he comes near me I think I might just punch his lights out," I smiled. She smiled. And then we both said goodnight, and went to bed.
---
I couldn't sleep. I wrestled with myself in my own bed, my sheets starting to twist into my form, creating a cocoon. God, I hate it when I get tied up in my bed sheets when I roll around like this. Then I decided I was probably just hungry. So, I unraveled myself and got up to get me some milk and cookies, and just watch the television set that was in my room until I fell asleep.
I crept out of my room, and out into the hall. I decided to not use my ki to just float, since I know that my brother has a higher sense of ki when he sleeps. So I silently sneaked down the small stack of stairs, and crept along the short hallway, until I saw that the television downstairs was still on. I walked swiftly, yet quietly, down the stairs, turned it and the DVD player off, then scurried into the kitchen. The kitchen had a big glass sliding door that walked out onto the backyard, which had a spectacular view of the mountain. This was across from the kitchen table.
I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a cup and a bag of chocolate-chip cookies. I walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed the milk, and went and poured myself some milk.
I was just about to depart to my room when something caught my eye in the sliding glass door. There was no snow falling there, but when I looked in another window just a few feet to the door's left, it was snowing just like it had been before. I placed my milk and cookies down on the table, deciding to investigate a bit. I looked out there, and it was almost like there were invisible barriers that kept the snow from falling there. In fact, it seemed to create a tunnel that led out into the woods of my back yard.
It was unusually warm inside of the "invisible" tunnel. As I walked out into it, and stepped off of the large patio that we have, something strange happened. The whole tunnels brightened; brightened so much to an extent that it was hurting my eyes. Pulses of light beat down the tunnel's pathway, sounding like a large plane going over your head constantly.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the tunnel, I could see no more the outside. What I did see was a long tunnel, with whitish- pinkish-blue walls, and marble flooring. Large green lights whipped over my head, barreling down the tunnel every few seconds. I walked a little down the tunnel, and I constantly saw new and unusual things; things such as on the left hand side of the wall, a moving picture of a white crucifix brightening so much in the face of a dark-looking creature, that the whole part of the wall lit up, and when the light receded, there was no dark figure, and no crucifix, but a white silhouette of a man with his hands outstretched.
When I walked on further, I saw a picture of an angel, beautifully painted, in the process of striking down an evil demon with its sword. And I couldn't help but think: What does it mean? Am I imagining this? What the hell is going on?
"I told you that you think to much, Gohan!" I heard a voice admirably call out from behind me. For a minute I froze in shock, like I wasn't supposed to be here, but I calmed down- only a little. It was Larry, I knew. I turned around, and there he was, merely six feet away from me.
"Did you make this Larry?" Was what I first asked him. He smiled at me, and walked toward me. He had his cane in his left hand. He was only two feet away from me now.
"Of course not, Gohan. This is my boss's work. He loves building tunnels. In fact, he even built a subway system of tunnels, throughout the whole universe! I guess you could say he's got a lot of time on his hands, eh, Gohan?" Larry laughed, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Larry, what is all this? And did you communicate with me through my dream?" I asked him.
"Of course I did, Gohan. How else would you have known my name is Larry? Hah! Well, to answer the first question, this is called a Networking Tunnel. My boss made this one. This tunnel connects you to all the pathways and timeframes of the universe. It can bring you to observe any time you want. But you can only observe. Besides," He kept on, and I was entranced in his words, "You can't change time. You know your whole incident with the Future Trunks? Well, he came from a totally different universe. Bulma graciously skipped him the details of alternate universe manipulation. Anywho," Larry spun his cane around, "If that future Trunks hadn't have come, Goku still would've survived the heart-disease, Cell would still have come here by normal means, and your father still would've died protecting you," I cringed at the words of my father's untimely death.
"But what about the future Trunks? He died while fighting Cell. Wouldn't that have changed history?" I asked him, and he chuckled.
"Gohan, Trunks was meant to come there anyways. All those things I said would've occurred had he not come, but it was already pre-written in stone that he was to come there. Time is written in stone, Gohan. You cannot change it, for it's predetermined. So, in other words, I guess you could say Trunks was fated to come to your universe, die, and be brought back by Shenlong," I wasn't confused, actually. In fact, I was more intrigued by the whole workings of what he was saying.
"Okay...then, what does all of it mean, Larry? Showing me all these things, giving me that creepy dream...what's it all for?" Questions, questions, questions!
"Gohan, you have a special gift. You are an Assassin for God. Or the Secret Service of God, if you will. You've got an important mission that must be completed, or else you can kiss everything goodbye...well, until God remakes it. But I'd bet He'd rather you take care of this,"
"What am I supposed to do? And I'm guessing it involves killing, right?" I hated killing.
"Yes, but I know you hate killing. That's alright. You'll want to kill him. After what he's done, you'll really want to kill him," I couldn't find that to be possible.
"Then maybe I should show you, Gohan." The whole room began to move us forward, so quickly and swiftly that my hair was being blown back, my clothes waving in the wind. It made an abrupt stop at a seeming dead end.
"Is this the end of the tunnel?" I muttered.
"No, this is just a moment in time that we needed to stop at. Look at the screen in front of you, and it would be best for you to be prepared for what you see." I didn't know what I was going to see, so how could I prepare myself?
The room flickered, and suddenly I was outside of an ice-cream shop, on a bright sunny day. I could see about three tables sitting outside of the shop, each one filled with at least two persons. I saw a mother and daughter sitting and eating their icecream, the mother strikingly beautiful, and her daughter looked so cute and innocent...
I walked up to them, but they didn't notice me. Then I remembered that this was just an observation. I can't do anything. I don't even exist to them. I saw a black sedan pull up by the ice cream shop, a harmless car. The mother stood up, telling her daughter to hold her ice cream for a few moments. The lady walked up to the car, and asked the person inside what they wanted. I was guessing that the person inside had gestured to her.
Then I heard a loud popping sound ring out several times, and I saw blood flying out of the back of the mother. I could hear people screaming in fear of getting shot. The sedan peeled out and drove off. The woman lay on the ground, a puddle of blood forming around her. I could see about three shot wounds in her abdomen. It was sickening to look at the blood slowly bubbling out, and the stone cold eyes staring blankly into the sky.
I was going to throw up from the sheer disgusting look of it. I knew it. But I didn't, because I was too busy feeling sorry for the little girl who had dropped her ice cream cones and ran over to her mother, gazing at her and pushing her to "wake her up". I could hear the slight whimpers of distress as she held her mommy.
"Why the hell are you showing me this, Larry? Why would you even show this to anyone? Turn it away! It's..." I looked at the screen. The little girl had blue eyes and black hair. And the way she was crying...the cracked cry that sounded held back. And she had pigtails.
Oh my God.
"There's one more thing I have to show you. The rest is for you to figure out." Larry said. I turned and glared at him.
"Why don't you just tell me what the everlasting FUCK is going on? You're showing me a scene from time where Videl's mother was shot to death?! What does it mean, Larry? What does it mean!?" I yelled at him, and I shook my fists at Larry.
"Gohan, watch your language. This is a passage of God."
"How can this be a passage of God if you're showing someone getting their guts shot out?" I ranted on and on, but Larry just stood there.
"God shows you what you need to see."
"I don't need to see this. How will I face Videl tomorrow, having seen first hand her mother get shot to death?"
"You'll manage, Gohan. God never gives someone a task that they cannot handle."
"I don't know if I can handle this, Larry."
"Gohan...Maybe you're not ready for the next image you have to see, yet. The next one is possibly even more gruesome. Perhaps you should go and get some rest." I had to give a sigh of relief and a menacing glare at Larry.
"...Okay. Fine. Just tell me...What am I supposed to do?" Larry smiled that pure white smile.
"It's how you see it, Gohan. It's all in the eye of the beholder," Larry disappeared with a flash, and with him a brief moment of white engulfed me.
Then, I woke up in my bed, at 6:06.
It was only a stupid dream.
A/n: Well, I know this one is really short, but I think it gets the point across. This is the one where everything starts to pick up, so hold your breath, people.
Chapter Six
I looked up at Videl's eyes. She had such beautiful eyes. And her smile...warmth was traced in that smile. She was not a cold- hearted evil teenager that had a rich, arrogant father; she was a wonderful girl with a strikingly different personality. I hate that no one could ever see past this.
"I'm sorry, Videl. I guess..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I just couldn't bear to say anything right then. My heart was pounding furiously at the notion of my father's death, and just how much Cell had ruined my life.
"Gohan, I won't care if you have to cry about it. Look, I cried and sobbed over my mother when I watched her die out in that ice cream shop, so you know it's alright that you can tell me everything that you need to tell me," I wish I could. Maybe...maybe I should. Yes, it would be the right time, now.
"Okay, I will. But don't hate me,"
"I won't," She interrupted.
"Well, this is how it goes...My father, after he-he died, we thought Cell was dead...because my father sacrificed himself to make Cell die. And ... And it didn't work. Cell came back. That asshole came back and nearly killed Vegeta. Then he challenged me to one last fight. One last little stand-off," Videl looked at me with that little sparkle in her eyes, the little sparkle she only reserved for me. I kept going on.
"And I, oh, please don't think me of a crazy fool...but I killed Cell, Videl. Not your father. Everything he's told you about him being so powerful is a lie. A huge lie. All the fame he's gained...I didn't want it. I just let him take the credit," Videl was shocked, I could tell just by the look on her face. But it was an expectant shock, like an 'I knew it this whole time but I was never sure.'
"Gohan...I can't believe it, but it's true! I have to believe you. You're the only person that really cares for me, except for my mother and brother. And it's hard to accept...it's hard to accept that my fame and fortune is a lie. And I shouldn't believe you, Gohan. But I do!" She was almost going a little nuts over it. Her right hand shook with shock. I grabbed it into both of mine.
"It's okay. I know it's odd, and it's an odd feeling knowing something you shouldn't. I know of plenty of things that should not even be uttered to a grown man. But Videl, it's going to be fine. I'm going to be right here for you. Even if your father does horrible things to you, I'll help you stand up to him," I told her. She was strong, stronger than her father, and I knew she could stand up to him. But I told her I would be there. So I had to stay with this promise.
"It's just hard, Gohan. Hard knowing that my whole life is a lie," She looked a way from me. I tilted her head gently to let her look straight into my eyes.
"Your life is not a lie. If anyone's life is a lie, it's your father's. Your father, Videl...I know this isn't easy for me to say to you, belittling him like this, but I believe that your father would do anything to get what he wants," She nodded her head.
"He's such an asshole. All those women...they mean nothing to him. He probably even thought the same way about my mother," Well...I couldn't know if that was true or not. In fact, I have no idea what Videl's mother looks like, other than her picture in that hallway.
"That may be. But what matters, is that your mother loved you, Videl. She would do anything for you, you know that," I told her. She got this sad little smile on her face, and sighed.
"Yes, that's true. She was always there for me. Even when my father was going on another stupid glory-rampage, she still would stay home and be there for me and my brother," Videl told me.
"That sounds like my father. Whenever he could be home, he was always there to be with me. He never knew Goten, though. I was so worried the night before the Cell games that I could barely get any sleep, so you know what I did?" Videl looked at me, question semi-exercised on her eyebrows.
"I looked at the snow outside. It was snowing just like this, seven years ago. And I thought of all those people he killed. And all of them were little snowflakes, each of them different, unique. And I always thought of snow as such a beautiful phenomenon. So I took it to heart that all those snowflakes are life. Life's beautiful, Videl. It's a round-a-bout way of saying it, but I wanted to protect that snow. If I didn't, then Cell would destroy the Earth's snow. All kinds of its snow, from the animals to the actual thing. I couldn't let him do something like that to the planet. So the next day when all of our gang went out to the middle of Utah, I had only one thing on my mind. Snow," Videl smiled at me, and I almost was crushed under the smile.
"Is that way you like the snow so much, Gohan? Because it reminds you of how precious life can be?" She asked.
"Yeah, but not how precious it can be. How precious it is, Videl. The only things in this world undeserving of God's Breath are those who take their lives for granted. Like your father," I muttered at the end, resenting to even utter of her father now. She nodded in agreement.
"I wish he would just die. And he's going to be home tomorrow evening. I'm going to try and stay as far away from him as possible, and if he comes near me I think I might just punch his lights out," I smiled. She smiled. And then we both said goodnight, and went to bed.
---
I couldn't sleep. I wrestled with myself in my own bed, my sheets starting to twist into my form, creating a cocoon. God, I hate it when I get tied up in my bed sheets when I roll around like this. Then I decided I was probably just hungry. So, I unraveled myself and got up to get me some milk and cookies, and just watch the television set that was in my room until I fell asleep.
I crept out of my room, and out into the hall. I decided to not use my ki to just float, since I know that my brother has a higher sense of ki when he sleeps. So I silently sneaked down the small stack of stairs, and crept along the short hallway, until I saw that the television downstairs was still on. I walked swiftly, yet quietly, down the stairs, turned it and the DVD player off, then scurried into the kitchen. The kitchen had a big glass sliding door that walked out onto the backyard, which had a spectacular view of the mountain. This was across from the kitchen table.
I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a cup and a bag of chocolate-chip cookies. I walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed the milk, and went and poured myself some milk.
I was just about to depart to my room when something caught my eye in the sliding glass door. There was no snow falling there, but when I looked in another window just a few feet to the door's left, it was snowing just like it had been before. I placed my milk and cookies down on the table, deciding to investigate a bit. I looked out there, and it was almost like there were invisible barriers that kept the snow from falling there. In fact, it seemed to create a tunnel that led out into the woods of my back yard.
It was unusually warm inside of the "invisible" tunnel. As I walked out into it, and stepped off of the large patio that we have, something strange happened. The whole tunnels brightened; brightened so much to an extent that it was hurting my eyes. Pulses of light beat down the tunnel's pathway, sounding like a large plane going over your head constantly.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the tunnel, I could see no more the outside. What I did see was a long tunnel, with whitish- pinkish-blue walls, and marble flooring. Large green lights whipped over my head, barreling down the tunnel every few seconds. I walked a little down the tunnel, and I constantly saw new and unusual things; things such as on the left hand side of the wall, a moving picture of a white crucifix brightening so much in the face of a dark-looking creature, that the whole part of the wall lit up, and when the light receded, there was no dark figure, and no crucifix, but a white silhouette of a man with his hands outstretched.
When I walked on further, I saw a picture of an angel, beautifully painted, in the process of striking down an evil demon with its sword. And I couldn't help but think: What does it mean? Am I imagining this? What the hell is going on?
"I told you that you think to much, Gohan!" I heard a voice admirably call out from behind me. For a minute I froze in shock, like I wasn't supposed to be here, but I calmed down- only a little. It was Larry, I knew. I turned around, and there he was, merely six feet away from me.
"Did you make this Larry?" Was what I first asked him. He smiled at me, and walked toward me. He had his cane in his left hand. He was only two feet away from me now.
"Of course not, Gohan. This is my boss's work. He loves building tunnels. In fact, he even built a subway system of tunnels, throughout the whole universe! I guess you could say he's got a lot of time on his hands, eh, Gohan?" Larry laughed, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Larry, what is all this? And did you communicate with me through my dream?" I asked him.
"Of course I did, Gohan. How else would you have known my name is Larry? Hah! Well, to answer the first question, this is called a Networking Tunnel. My boss made this one. This tunnel connects you to all the pathways and timeframes of the universe. It can bring you to observe any time you want. But you can only observe. Besides," He kept on, and I was entranced in his words, "You can't change time. You know your whole incident with the Future Trunks? Well, he came from a totally different universe. Bulma graciously skipped him the details of alternate universe manipulation. Anywho," Larry spun his cane around, "If that future Trunks hadn't have come, Goku still would've survived the heart-disease, Cell would still have come here by normal means, and your father still would've died protecting you," I cringed at the words of my father's untimely death.
"But what about the future Trunks? He died while fighting Cell. Wouldn't that have changed history?" I asked him, and he chuckled.
"Gohan, Trunks was meant to come there anyways. All those things I said would've occurred had he not come, but it was already pre-written in stone that he was to come there. Time is written in stone, Gohan. You cannot change it, for it's predetermined. So, in other words, I guess you could say Trunks was fated to come to your universe, die, and be brought back by Shenlong," I wasn't confused, actually. In fact, I was more intrigued by the whole workings of what he was saying.
"Okay...then, what does all of it mean, Larry? Showing me all these things, giving me that creepy dream...what's it all for?" Questions, questions, questions!
"Gohan, you have a special gift. You are an Assassin for God. Or the Secret Service of God, if you will. You've got an important mission that must be completed, or else you can kiss everything goodbye...well, until God remakes it. But I'd bet He'd rather you take care of this,"
"What am I supposed to do? And I'm guessing it involves killing, right?" I hated killing.
"Yes, but I know you hate killing. That's alright. You'll want to kill him. After what he's done, you'll really want to kill him," I couldn't find that to be possible.
"Then maybe I should show you, Gohan." The whole room began to move us forward, so quickly and swiftly that my hair was being blown back, my clothes waving in the wind. It made an abrupt stop at a seeming dead end.
"Is this the end of the tunnel?" I muttered.
"No, this is just a moment in time that we needed to stop at. Look at the screen in front of you, and it would be best for you to be prepared for what you see." I didn't know what I was going to see, so how could I prepare myself?
The room flickered, and suddenly I was outside of an ice-cream shop, on a bright sunny day. I could see about three tables sitting outside of the shop, each one filled with at least two persons. I saw a mother and daughter sitting and eating their icecream, the mother strikingly beautiful, and her daughter looked so cute and innocent...
I walked up to them, but they didn't notice me. Then I remembered that this was just an observation. I can't do anything. I don't even exist to them. I saw a black sedan pull up by the ice cream shop, a harmless car. The mother stood up, telling her daughter to hold her ice cream for a few moments. The lady walked up to the car, and asked the person inside what they wanted. I was guessing that the person inside had gestured to her.
Then I heard a loud popping sound ring out several times, and I saw blood flying out of the back of the mother. I could hear people screaming in fear of getting shot. The sedan peeled out and drove off. The woman lay on the ground, a puddle of blood forming around her. I could see about three shot wounds in her abdomen. It was sickening to look at the blood slowly bubbling out, and the stone cold eyes staring blankly into the sky.
I was going to throw up from the sheer disgusting look of it. I knew it. But I didn't, because I was too busy feeling sorry for the little girl who had dropped her ice cream cones and ran over to her mother, gazing at her and pushing her to "wake her up". I could hear the slight whimpers of distress as she held her mommy.
"Why the hell are you showing me this, Larry? Why would you even show this to anyone? Turn it away! It's..." I looked at the screen. The little girl had blue eyes and black hair. And the way she was crying...the cracked cry that sounded held back. And she had pigtails.
Oh my God.
"There's one more thing I have to show you. The rest is for you to figure out." Larry said. I turned and glared at him.
"Why don't you just tell me what the everlasting FUCK is going on? You're showing me a scene from time where Videl's mother was shot to death?! What does it mean, Larry? What does it mean!?" I yelled at him, and I shook my fists at Larry.
"Gohan, watch your language. This is a passage of God."
"How can this be a passage of God if you're showing someone getting their guts shot out?" I ranted on and on, but Larry just stood there.
"God shows you what you need to see."
"I don't need to see this. How will I face Videl tomorrow, having seen first hand her mother get shot to death?"
"You'll manage, Gohan. God never gives someone a task that they cannot handle."
"I don't know if I can handle this, Larry."
"Gohan...Maybe you're not ready for the next image you have to see, yet. The next one is possibly even more gruesome. Perhaps you should go and get some rest." I had to give a sigh of relief and a menacing glare at Larry.
"...Okay. Fine. Just tell me...What am I supposed to do?" Larry smiled that pure white smile.
"It's how you see it, Gohan. It's all in the eye of the beholder," Larry disappeared with a flash, and with him a brief moment of white engulfed me.
Then, I woke up in my bed, at 6:06.
It was only a stupid dream.
A/n: Well, I know this one is really short, but I think it gets the point across. This is the one where everything starts to pick up, so hold your breath, people.