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Mabby: The third/fourth installment to our merry little bunch of songfics. This time it's Goku's POV. The letter was written by Lone and still goes un-beta-ed, but that's alright. Hope you like. The song is Masquerade, from Across the Sky. The original meaning of it was that the hero in the song was fighting the temptations of the . I guess that it can be seen in that way here too.
(The song portion of it is in ~'s)
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Punches were exchanged and parried. Rocks and shrubbery were blown away by the force of the battle. Energy ricocheted onto the dirt ground below.
~For so long. I've been, putting my effort into you. My heart, is bare, I've been looking everywhere for truth. You know, exactly what you're doing to me. But that's okay, 'cause I'm not playing anymore.~
The taller, paler of the two caught a glimpse of the departing sun and broke off, waving at the other to halt as well. "Alright Uub, that's enough for today, we can continue this tomorrow." The dark-skinned teen nodded wearily, issuing a short wave and drifting away into the mountains.
(A/N: I have no clue where he goes, so I just say Uub goes… away)
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
I was getting ready to land when the steady hum of a motor caught my attention. Like anticipated, a large, loud vehicle erupted into view, skidding in the air once it reached me. The words, "West City Mail Service", were imprinted on the side.
"Son Goku?" a grizzled, uniformed man stuck a head out of the door. He didn't seem the least bit bothered that I was drifting in midair. Odd.
"Yes, that's me," I answered, accepting the latter that the old timer offered at his response. "Nice doing business with ya mister!" the mailman chirped, tipping his head. He stepped on the gas pedal and the navy aircar sped out of sight.
I just shook my head. Folks just kept getting weirder and weirder.
I then focused upon the letter in my hands. It held no return address, but it was clearly addressed to me.
~Since I, moved on, things have been going every way but wrong. It's a brighter day, across the sky. New life, new friends, it's got me wondering where I've been.
I was in a haze.
I know, you're still bearing down on me. It's okay, 'cause I'm not running anymore.~
As delicately as my saiyan strength would allow, I opened the envelope as not to harm it in the least, uncovering a messily-folded, crinkled letter. It looked as if it had been wadded up, unraveled, and smoothed out again many times over.
At first glance I determined that the message was hastily scrawled upon the parchment. Many words, sentences, and even paragraph were scratched out and replaced several times, as if the sender could not decide on what to tell me.
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
Reading the first two words, he started in surprise.
'Hey Dad…'
It was Goten's handwriting.
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Oh kami… what have I done?
~When it all comes down… you won't have control… over me. You can shape it how you want… but you have been revealed.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never gonna take me down.~
My fist closed abruptly, crumbling the already-damaged letter.
Goten… I never even knew of his existence for the first seven years of his of his life… and now… this…
I looked upon the bearer of realization, not noticing that my vision had begun to blur.
My tears… if there had been any… were lost in the sudden downpour.
I didn't know how long I hovered there. Hours… days… it was all the same.
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
Rain pebbled my body, cascading down my arms in tiny rivets. My clothes hung from my figure, soggy… and heavy. My eyelids concealed saddened obsidian optics. The letter should be only a mass of vulnerable mush by now.
I had saved the world more times imaginable. Rescued the lives of millions. It was horribly ironic that I could not save my own son. A cruel twist of fate.
Like Vegeta had been accused of so many times before… I have been consumed by my own battle .
I glanced out in the direction where Uub had left, and ignored the urge to follow his fading ki trail. Not this time… I had to see Goten.
~Masquerade…~
Mabby: The third/fourth installment to our merry little bunch of songfics. This time it's Goku's POV. The letter was written by Lone and still goes un-beta-ed, but that's alright. Hope you like. The song is Masquerade, from Across the Sky. The original meaning of it was that the hero in the song was fighting the temptations of the . I guess that it can be seen in that way here too.
(The song portion of it is in ~'s)
* * * * * * * * *
Punches were exchanged and parried. Rocks and shrubbery were blown away by the force of the battle. Energy ricocheted onto the dirt ground below.
~For so long. I've been, putting my effort into you. My heart, is bare, I've been looking everywhere for truth. You know, exactly what you're doing to me. But that's okay, 'cause I'm not playing anymore.~
The taller, paler of the two caught a glimpse of the departing sun and broke off, waving at the other to halt as well. "Alright Uub, that's enough for today, we can continue this tomorrow." The dark-skinned teen nodded wearily, issuing a short wave and drifting away into the mountains.
(A/N: I have no clue where he goes, so I just say Uub goes… away)
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
I was getting ready to land when the steady hum of a motor caught my attention. Like anticipated, a large, loud vehicle erupted into view, skidding in the air once it reached me. The words, "West City Mail Service", were imprinted on the side.
"Son Goku?" a grizzled, uniformed man stuck a head out of the door. He didn't seem the least bit bothered that I was drifting in midair. Odd.
"Yes, that's me," I answered, accepting the latter that the old timer offered at his response. "Nice doing business with ya mister!" the mailman chirped, tipping his head. He stepped on the gas pedal and the navy aircar sped out of sight.
I just shook my head. Folks just kept getting weirder and weirder.
I then focused upon the letter in my hands. It held no return address, but it was clearly addressed to me.
~Since I, moved on, things have been going every way but wrong. It's a brighter day, across the sky. New life, new friends, it's got me wondering where I've been.
I was in a haze.
I know, you're still bearing down on me. It's okay, 'cause I'm not running anymore.~
As delicately as my saiyan strength would allow, I opened the envelope as not to harm it in the least, uncovering a messily-folded, crinkled letter. It looked as if it had been wadded up, unraveled, and smoothed out again many times over.
At first glance I determined that the message was hastily scrawled upon the parchment. Many words, sentences, and even paragraph were scratched out and replaced several times, as if the sender could not decide on what to tell me.
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
Reading the first two words, he started in surprise.
'Hey Dad…'
It was Goten's handwriting.
* * * * * * *
* * * * * * *
Oh kami… what have I done?
~When it all comes down… you won't have control… over me. You can shape it how you want… but you have been revealed.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never gonna take me down.~
My fist closed abruptly, crumbling the already-damaged letter.
Goten… I never even knew of his existence for the first seven years of his of his life… and now… this…
I looked upon the bearer of realization, not noticing that my vision had begun to blur.
My tears… if there had been any… were lost in the sudden downpour.
I didn't know how long I hovered there. Hours… days… it was all the same.
~I see what you're trying to hide. Didn't take me long to realize. You can't fool me with your disguise. I can see right through your lying eyes.
Think your shot pushed me around, you're never going to take me down. So get outta my face, with your masquerade.~
Rain pebbled my body, cascading down my arms in tiny rivets. My clothes hung from my figure, soggy… and heavy. My eyelids concealed saddened obsidian optics. The letter should be only a mass of vulnerable mush by now.
I had saved the world more times imaginable. Rescued the lives of millions. It was horribly ironic that I could not save my own son. A cruel twist of fate.
Like Vegeta had been accused of so many times before… I have been consumed by my own battle .
I glanced out in the direction where Uub had left, and ignored the urge to follow his fading ki trail. Not this time… I had to see Goten.
~Masquerade…~