Yay! I got my first review! Wolf Amongst Elves, thankyou! About the weird symbols, I just got a new computer and it gets all weird when I convert documents to text format. I'll try to fix that. Now, Balak says that Goku is so strong that bad stuff will happen if he goes crazy, and I say: that is exactly my point! On to more 'creepy goodness!
Oh, by the way, from now on I'm going to be typing what Goku says in the way he originally talks in the manga. Lets just say he sure doesn't talk like a scholar!
Chapter Two: Visit to the Past: an Explanation
(Flashbacks are always in!)
Bulma took one last look at the starkly clean building before she got into her car and drove away. She so desperately wanted to free Goku from it, but if his power got out of control. . .it was too much to think about. "Its better this way," She told herself, but knowing that was a lie she wasn't satisfied.
Couldn't they have caught this sooner? Why hadn't they realized something was wrong? Thinking back, Bulma realized it had been happening for a long time.
*flashback, 1 year*
Sitting outside the Kame house, Bulma could hear Oolong and Puar chasing each other around the upstairs, knocking things over and making a commotion. She sighed and sipped her lemonade. Then Goku came outside. He was holding a radio and looking confused.
"I think this's broken," He said.
"Roshi's old two-way? I wouldn't be surprised, its ancient. What's wrong with it?" Bulma sat up.
"S' makin' a weird buzzin' noise. . ."
"Is it? I can't hear, but thats probably because certain animals are make so much NOISE!" She said loudly. Oolong could be heard swearing through the upstairs window. She picked up the radio and put it to her ear. No sound came from it. She turned it on. The sound was fuzzy, but not the way Goku had described.
"I think it must have stopped, Goku."
"Oh." Goku blinked. "'Kay." He grinned. "I w's prob'bly usin' it wrong." He walked back into the house shaking his head. "But I'm sure I heard a noise. . ."
*pause*
Yes, that was probably the beginning, no one would have guessed what was going on, since Goku was often making mistakes like that, but that must have been when it started. Bulma sighed. Just a few months after Sel had been defeated, and already he'd been showing signs.
Of course, it had gotten worse.
*flashback continues*
The enmity between Vegeta and Goku had not improved at all, and Vegeta was once again trying to prove he was the better fighter. Of course, Goku thought it was a fun game to spar with Vegeta, and didn't care. The two Saiyans had been going at it for a while when suddenly there was an unexplained yield.
"What gives? Are you throwing in the towel already?" Vegeta asked as he addressed a hold in his glove with disgust.
Goku screwed his eyes shut, something he'd been doing a lot lately. His breathing quickened.
"Oh what, are you trying to go to the next level, or are you just trying to piss me off?" Vegeta demanded, giving up on the glove. "Well Kakorat, say something!"
"What'd you call me?" Goku asked.
"Don't act like even more of an idiot than you already are Kakorat." Vegeta said dissmissively. He was sick of all the talk already.
"Don't. . .don't call me that. . .'s not my name."
"Well I say it is, now shut up and fight or go away." Vegeta retorted angrily.
"S' not. . ." Goku looked up. "S' someone else's name. . ." He shivered.
Vegeta glanced over at Goku. Something was strange. "What the hell's wrong with your eyes?" He asked, genuinely confused.
Goku's face changed. Suddenly he was grinning. "Ok, I'm ready to kill you now." He said, no longer speaking in incorrect conjuncutions.
"That's more like it." Vegeta smirked.
After a few seconds, though, it was apparent that Goku wasn't playing anymore. From his position in a tree Vegeta pondered his many painful, bloody wounds. "What in the blue moon has gotten into Kakorat?"
Goku raised his hand as if to fire another blast at Vegeta, but suddenly his demeanor changed again. He fell to his knees shivering.
"Kakorat?" Vegeta pulled himself from the foliage and dropped to the ground.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it! Don' call me that!" Goku gritted his teeth as if he were in pain.
"What is wrong with you?" Vegeta demanded.
"Quick!" Goku looked up at him. "You hafta go away! You hafta go away b'fore I kill you!"
"I'm not going anywhere, look, what's the deal? You baka, tell me what you're pulling here!"
"Kisama, ass! I told you t' run! Do you want t' die?" Goku was holding his head.
"You can't kill me. Don't be stupid. . .since when do you curse?" Vegeta tried to figure out what was going on, without losing his dignity.
"Vegeta, please, I can't c'ntrol myself any longer! Get away!"
"I'm not going anywhere. Who do you think you are, my mother?"
"Then DIE!" Goku stood up. His eyes glowed a furious blue.
"That's it! You've lost your mind!" He jumped away as Goku lunged at him. "This is madness. I'll fix you yet!" Vegeta flew off, unsure of what to do next.
"Come back coward!" Goku screeched. "Come back and face your death!" He stopped and stared up at the sky. "What 'm I doing?"
When Gohan and Chichi came to find him Goku was lying face down in the dirt.
"Goku. . ." Chichi asked. Goku sat up and looked at his six-month pregnant wife.
"Goku's not here right now, but if you leave a message after the slap, I'll try 'n' get back to y'." He smacked himself upside the head.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"How d'you know I'm your dad, Gohan? Do y' have a profiler or do y' just, y'know, know?" Goku asked.
"Gohan. . .what game is your father playing?" Chichi asked.
"I don't know. . ." Gohan blinked.
"Goku, knock it off, you're being weird."
Goku's grin left, as did his blue eyes, and he he began to shake.
"I think I tried t' kill Vegeta. . ." He said.
"Is that was this is about?" Chichi asked. "Look, he's a jerk. Its ok if you beat him up, it'll shrink his ego.
"I. . .wanted 'im t' die. I wanted t' see 'im dead. . ." Goku murmered, dazed.
"Goku. . .why were you acting so strange just now?"
"Strange. . .strange, I don't r'member strange. . .what'd I do?"
"You. . .nevermind. It doesn't matter. Why did you want to kill him?"
"He called me a bad name." Goku said, looking nervous.
"What did he call you?"
"He called me. . .h-he called me. . ." Goku's eyes flashed. "My other name. . ."
"You mean Ka-" Gohan began, but Goku c lapped a hand over his mouth.
"Don't!. . say that . . .ever."
"Why not?"Chichi asked.
"He'll hear you." Goku hissed.
"Who'll hear?" Asked Gohan.
"Think about it! S' a name, it hasta belong t' someone!"
"Dad. . .that's you."
"NO!" Goku howled. "'M not him, he's not me, he's someone else!"
"Goku, nobody else has that name." Chichi said seriously.
"But-"
"Goku, look at me. What are you doing?" She put her hands on his shoulders.
"I. . .'m confused. . ." He blinked his blue-cream eyes.
Chichi led Goku home and made him sit down on the couch. Gohan was already there, but he was in his room, studying.
"Goku, you've been acting unusual lately, and I want to know why. Is there something you're hiding from me?" Chichi confronted him.
Goku looked at her for a long time without seeing her. He shut his eyes and grimaced.
"Answer me!" Chichi half demanded, half begged.
It seemed to her that the real Goku was underwater, and something was holding him down. Suddenly he opened his eyes and it was like he had come up to breathe.
"Chichi?" He asked. "I think there's somethin' wrong with me, I. . .I can't c'ntrol myself. . .I feel like there's this evil thing inside my head and it wants me t' do bad things. . .S' named Kakorat, like I us'd t' be."
"Goku, that's not funny." Chichi said crossly.
"But I'm not lyin'!" Goku gasped.
"There is nothing in your head, ok?"
"But s' there, I can't make it go 'way!" Goku said exasperatedly. "It won' leave!"
Chichi looked at her husband's face and new it was the truth. Something had ahold of him, and in that moment she knew it would never let go.
"Goku, I think that you should get help," She said slowly, still not over the initial shock that Goku had some sort of mental illness.
"Help?" Goku asked like a little child. "I need help?" He reeled at this.
"Its not like you to act like this, you're stronger than this. Something's wrong with you!" Chichi tried to control her emotions, which had suddenly manifested in the form of tears. What would become of their baby now that this had happened to Goku? What would happen to Gohan?
"I'm scared. . .you hafta help me. . ." Goku implored her.
"Goku. . ." Chichi embraced him, out of pity, and found that he was shaking. "He's like a child," She thought. "This is what he's been reduced to, but why!"
That weekend Chichi took Goku to see a psychiatrist, leaving Gohan home alone.
The office had several school credentials hanging on the wall, and was very neat, with a row of filing cabinets concealing all of Dr. Benson's paperwork on the left of the it, and a nicely obnoxious plastic fern on the right. This gave both Goku and Chichi the creeps because it looked like someone they knew, but they couldn't decide exaclty whom.
"Vell, vhat seems to be ze trouble?" Asked the man, who was such a stereotypical shrink it was downright peculiar.
"Umn, there's a demonic bunny in my backyard. D's that const' tute trouble?" Goku asked.
"Dear, why don't you let me do the talking." Chichi hissed in Goku's ear. He nodded and looked at the wall. Chichi turned to the doctor and continued: "My husband has been acting a little bit strangely and I was wondering if you cold hlp me figure out what's wrong with him. I. . .I sound like I'm asking to get my car fixed. . .I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I zink I vill give your husband an analyzis, zince demonic bunny sightincks are razer uncommon. Please excuze us Mrs. . ."
"Just call me Chichi."
"Zertainly."Said Dr. Benson emphatically, with a gesture at the door.
". . Oh, right, I'm sorry!" Chichi got up and left nervously, hoping he didn't think she was crazy too.
Dr. Benson turned to Goku. "Now, firzt off, vhat is your name?"
"Didn' I sign a paper already?" Goku asked, scratching his head.
"Zust anzer ze kvestion, please." The Doctor said tiredly.
For a moment 'Kakorat' played on the saiyan's lips, but he forced himself not to say it. "My name's Son Goku. What's yours?"
"Please allow me to azk ze kvestions."
"Oh, ok." Goku blinked. His ears filled with imaginary laughter.
"Vhat is your occupation?" The shrink pulled out a laptop and began to type: 'childlike, rather slow to react, hints of repressed emotion. . .'.
"I. . .my occu- what-now?" Goku asked.
"Your job." Said two voices, only one of which belonged to Dr. Benson. and the other one added 'you idiot.'
"I'm- in martial arts." Goku had to catch himself from saying 'karate guy' because it sounded funny. He giggled at how funny that would have sounded.
"How long were you in school?" The question came.
"I didn' go t' school, but this guy named Roshi taught me some stuff, like how t' read an' do math. . .only not s' much of the math. I jus' never learned very well." Goku felt stupid telling this to a man with a doctorate degree. Shrill laughter resonated through his mind, forcing him to grit his teeth.
"Have you ever had a blow to ze head?"
"Lots'a times, I got a knack for that. When I's little I fell off a c liff 'n' got amnesia. I never did r'member what happened b'fore that." Goku shrugged. More snickering seemed to come from the walls and Goku looked around nervously.
"Have you ever had any traumatizink egzperiences, hmm?"
"Traumatizin'? You mean like scary? I'm not really afraid'a much, but yeah, a coupla times." Goku tried to think of a way to describe his alien encounters in human terms.
"I got mugged, an' my brother kidnapped my kid, an' I w's abducted by a buncha military spies, 'n' these weird people tried t' kill me. I w's kind of on this guy's hit list so. . .y'know. . ."
"You could just have easily have told him about Frieza, Sel, red-ribbon, and your brother, the way that mess sounded. You're gonna be in a straight-jacket before you can say 'lunatic'." Commented a voice in one of the filing cabinets. Goku swallowed.
"Tell me, vhat do you zee in this picture?" The psychologist asked, holding up a picture of an inkblob. Goku opened his mouth to speak, but what he was about to say was overridden by something else, and he answered "Blood- I mean, lawn furni' chur." He c lapped a hand over his mouth.
"I zee. Vell, zankyou for your time. Vill you please tell your vife to come back in here?"
"Ok." Goku got up and opened the door to let Chichi back in. She hgadn't heard what was going on, but she looked very nervous.
"I zink zhat your huzband is zufferink from schizophrenia, zince he is obvisously having illusions, he was glancing around ze entire time, and he behaved irrationally. He zeemed alzo to have difficulty zaying his own name, and he gave very bizzarre ansvers to ze rest of ze kvestions. I vill write you a przcription for his medicine."
"Schizophrenic. . .? Medicine. . .?" Chichi swallowed. "A-are you sure?"
"I am a profezzional zikiatrzt, of courz I am zyure."
"Skits-what?" Goku blinked.
"Its means you're crazy, dipstick!" The filing cabinet sneered.
"D'you guys think I'm crazy?" He suddenly felt very alienated, and not because he was a saiyan.
"Crazy is zuch a ztrong vord. . ."
"You do think I'm crazy!" Goku exclaimed.
"Thankyou," Chichi murmured, taking the slip of paper and Goku's wrist and walking out the door.
"Chichi, where're you takin' me now?" Goku asked.
She answered without looking at him. "To fill your prescription. . .to get your medicine."
"You didn't hafta dumb that down f 'r me. I know what a per'scription is."
"Do you?" Chichi asked airily.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked.
"Why're you doing this?" Chichi turned and looked at him.
"What d'y' mean Chichi?" Goku asked blankly.
"Acting crazy."
"But I'm not actin'. . ." It took a moment for the irony of this staement to sink in, but then both of them began to laugh nervously.
"Goku, do you know what schizophrenia is?" Chichi asked after they both stopped laughing and she'd gone to pick up his pills. They were sitting on the couch now.
"No." He admitted.
"Its a mental disorder. It means you see things and hear things that aren't real, and something in your head is making you act strange. This is supposed to help you, ok?" She opend the bottle and handed him a little pink pill. "Don't chew it, just swallow."
Goku looked at her, and then at the little capsule in his hand. Something about it scared him very badly, but he forced himself to injest it because he knew it would please her.
"There," Said Chichi. "You just have to have one twice a day. Thats not so bad, and then you'll be fine." She forced a smile and Gou forced one back. Most of his conscious mind had just turned to fluff, so it didn't occur to him to tell her that he didn't like the medicine at all, or that it made him feel like he really, really had to vomit.
Oh, by the way, from now on I'm going to be typing what Goku says in the way he originally talks in the manga. Lets just say he sure doesn't talk like a scholar!
Chapter Two: Visit to the Past: an Explanation
(Flashbacks are always in!)
Bulma took one last look at the starkly clean building before she got into her car and drove away. She so desperately wanted to free Goku from it, but if his power got out of control. . .it was too much to think about. "Its better this way," She told herself, but knowing that was a lie she wasn't satisfied.
Couldn't they have caught this sooner? Why hadn't they realized something was wrong? Thinking back, Bulma realized it had been happening for a long time.
*flashback, 1 year*
Sitting outside the Kame house, Bulma could hear Oolong and Puar chasing each other around the upstairs, knocking things over and making a commotion. She sighed and sipped her lemonade. Then Goku came outside. He was holding a radio and looking confused.
"I think this's broken," He said.
"Roshi's old two-way? I wouldn't be surprised, its ancient. What's wrong with it?" Bulma sat up.
"S' makin' a weird buzzin' noise. . ."
"Is it? I can't hear, but thats probably because certain animals are make so much NOISE!" She said loudly. Oolong could be heard swearing through the upstairs window. She picked up the radio and put it to her ear. No sound came from it. She turned it on. The sound was fuzzy, but not the way Goku had described.
"I think it must have stopped, Goku."
"Oh." Goku blinked. "'Kay." He grinned. "I w's prob'bly usin' it wrong." He walked back into the house shaking his head. "But I'm sure I heard a noise. . ."
*pause*
Yes, that was probably the beginning, no one would have guessed what was going on, since Goku was often making mistakes like that, but that must have been when it started. Bulma sighed. Just a few months after Sel had been defeated, and already he'd been showing signs.
Of course, it had gotten worse.
*flashback continues*
The enmity between Vegeta and Goku had not improved at all, and Vegeta was once again trying to prove he was the better fighter. Of course, Goku thought it was a fun game to spar with Vegeta, and didn't care. The two Saiyans had been going at it for a while when suddenly there was an unexplained yield.
"What gives? Are you throwing in the towel already?" Vegeta asked as he addressed a hold in his glove with disgust.
Goku screwed his eyes shut, something he'd been doing a lot lately. His breathing quickened.
"Oh what, are you trying to go to the next level, or are you just trying to piss me off?" Vegeta demanded, giving up on the glove. "Well Kakorat, say something!"
"What'd you call me?" Goku asked.
"Don't act like even more of an idiot than you already are Kakorat." Vegeta said dissmissively. He was sick of all the talk already.
"Don't. . .don't call me that. . .'s not my name."
"Well I say it is, now shut up and fight or go away." Vegeta retorted angrily.
"S' not. . ." Goku looked up. "S' someone else's name. . ." He shivered.
Vegeta glanced over at Goku. Something was strange. "What the hell's wrong with your eyes?" He asked, genuinely confused.
Goku's face changed. Suddenly he was grinning. "Ok, I'm ready to kill you now." He said, no longer speaking in incorrect conjuncutions.
"That's more like it." Vegeta smirked.
After a few seconds, though, it was apparent that Goku wasn't playing anymore. From his position in a tree Vegeta pondered his many painful, bloody wounds. "What in the blue moon has gotten into Kakorat?"
Goku raised his hand as if to fire another blast at Vegeta, but suddenly his demeanor changed again. He fell to his knees shivering.
"Kakorat?" Vegeta pulled himself from the foliage and dropped to the ground.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it! Don' call me that!" Goku gritted his teeth as if he were in pain.
"What is wrong with you?" Vegeta demanded.
"Quick!" Goku looked up at him. "You hafta go away! You hafta go away b'fore I kill you!"
"I'm not going anywhere, look, what's the deal? You baka, tell me what you're pulling here!"
"Kisama, ass! I told you t' run! Do you want t' die?" Goku was holding his head.
"You can't kill me. Don't be stupid. . .since when do you curse?" Vegeta tried to figure out what was going on, without losing his dignity.
"Vegeta, please, I can't c'ntrol myself any longer! Get away!"
"I'm not going anywhere. Who do you think you are, my mother?"
"Then DIE!" Goku stood up. His eyes glowed a furious blue.
"That's it! You've lost your mind!" He jumped away as Goku lunged at him. "This is madness. I'll fix you yet!" Vegeta flew off, unsure of what to do next.
"Come back coward!" Goku screeched. "Come back and face your death!" He stopped and stared up at the sky. "What 'm I doing?"
When Gohan and Chichi came to find him Goku was lying face down in the dirt.
"Goku. . ." Chichi asked. Goku sat up and looked at his six-month pregnant wife.
"Goku's not here right now, but if you leave a message after the slap, I'll try 'n' get back to y'." He smacked himself upside the head.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"How d'you know I'm your dad, Gohan? Do y' have a profiler or do y' just, y'know, know?" Goku asked.
"Gohan. . .what game is your father playing?" Chichi asked.
"I don't know. . ." Gohan blinked.
"Goku, knock it off, you're being weird."
Goku's grin left, as did his blue eyes, and he he began to shake.
"I think I tried t' kill Vegeta. . ." He said.
"Is that was this is about?" Chichi asked. "Look, he's a jerk. Its ok if you beat him up, it'll shrink his ego.
"I. . .wanted 'im t' die. I wanted t' see 'im dead. . ." Goku murmered, dazed.
"Goku. . .why were you acting so strange just now?"
"Strange. . .strange, I don't r'member strange. . .what'd I do?"
"You. . .nevermind. It doesn't matter. Why did you want to kill him?"
"He called me a bad name." Goku said, looking nervous.
"What did he call you?"
"He called me. . .h-he called me. . ." Goku's eyes flashed. "My other name. . ."
"You mean Ka-" Gohan began, but Goku c lapped a hand over his mouth.
"Don't!. . say that . . .ever."
"Why not?"Chichi asked.
"He'll hear you." Goku hissed.
"Who'll hear?" Asked Gohan.
"Think about it! S' a name, it hasta belong t' someone!"
"Dad. . .that's you."
"NO!" Goku howled. "'M not him, he's not me, he's someone else!"
"Goku, nobody else has that name." Chichi said seriously.
"But-"
"Goku, look at me. What are you doing?" She put her hands on his shoulders.
"I. . .'m confused. . ." He blinked his blue-cream eyes.
Chichi led Goku home and made him sit down on the couch. Gohan was already there, but he was in his room, studying.
"Goku, you've been acting unusual lately, and I want to know why. Is there something you're hiding from me?" Chichi confronted him.
Goku looked at her for a long time without seeing her. He shut his eyes and grimaced.
"Answer me!" Chichi half demanded, half begged.
It seemed to her that the real Goku was underwater, and something was holding him down. Suddenly he opened his eyes and it was like he had come up to breathe.
"Chichi?" He asked. "I think there's somethin' wrong with me, I. . .I can't c'ntrol myself. . .I feel like there's this evil thing inside my head and it wants me t' do bad things. . .S' named Kakorat, like I us'd t' be."
"Goku, that's not funny." Chichi said crossly.
"But I'm not lyin'!" Goku gasped.
"There is nothing in your head, ok?"
"But s' there, I can't make it go 'way!" Goku said exasperatedly. "It won' leave!"
Chichi looked at her husband's face and new it was the truth. Something had ahold of him, and in that moment she knew it would never let go.
"Goku, I think that you should get help," She said slowly, still not over the initial shock that Goku had some sort of mental illness.
"Help?" Goku asked like a little child. "I need help?" He reeled at this.
"Its not like you to act like this, you're stronger than this. Something's wrong with you!" Chichi tried to control her emotions, which had suddenly manifested in the form of tears. What would become of their baby now that this had happened to Goku? What would happen to Gohan?
"I'm scared. . .you hafta help me. . ." Goku implored her.
"Goku. . ." Chichi embraced him, out of pity, and found that he was shaking. "He's like a child," She thought. "This is what he's been reduced to, but why!"
That weekend Chichi took Goku to see a psychiatrist, leaving Gohan home alone.
The office had several school credentials hanging on the wall, and was very neat, with a row of filing cabinets concealing all of Dr. Benson's paperwork on the left of the it, and a nicely obnoxious plastic fern on the right. This gave both Goku and Chichi the creeps because it looked like someone they knew, but they couldn't decide exaclty whom.
"Vell, vhat seems to be ze trouble?" Asked the man, who was such a stereotypical shrink it was downright peculiar.
"Umn, there's a demonic bunny in my backyard. D's that const' tute trouble?" Goku asked.
"Dear, why don't you let me do the talking." Chichi hissed in Goku's ear. He nodded and looked at the wall. Chichi turned to the doctor and continued: "My husband has been acting a little bit strangely and I was wondering if you cold hlp me figure out what's wrong with him. I. . .I sound like I'm asking to get my car fixed. . .I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I zink I vill give your husband an analyzis, zince demonic bunny sightincks are razer uncommon. Please excuze us Mrs. . ."
"Just call me Chichi."
"Zertainly."Said Dr. Benson emphatically, with a gesture at the door.
". . Oh, right, I'm sorry!" Chichi got up and left nervously, hoping he didn't think she was crazy too.
Dr. Benson turned to Goku. "Now, firzt off, vhat is your name?"
"Didn' I sign a paper already?" Goku asked, scratching his head.
"Zust anzer ze kvestion, please." The Doctor said tiredly.
For a moment 'Kakorat' played on the saiyan's lips, but he forced himself not to say it. "My name's Son Goku. What's yours?"
"Please allow me to azk ze kvestions."
"Oh, ok." Goku blinked. His ears filled with imaginary laughter.
"Vhat is your occupation?" The shrink pulled out a laptop and began to type: 'childlike, rather slow to react, hints of repressed emotion. . .'.
"I. . .my occu- what-now?" Goku asked.
"Your job." Said two voices, only one of which belonged to Dr. Benson. and the other one added 'you idiot.'
"I'm- in martial arts." Goku had to catch himself from saying 'karate guy' because it sounded funny. He giggled at how funny that would have sounded.
"How long were you in school?" The question came.
"I didn' go t' school, but this guy named Roshi taught me some stuff, like how t' read an' do math. . .only not s' much of the math. I jus' never learned very well." Goku felt stupid telling this to a man with a doctorate degree. Shrill laughter resonated through his mind, forcing him to grit his teeth.
"Have you ever had a blow to ze head?"
"Lots'a times, I got a knack for that. When I's little I fell off a c liff 'n' got amnesia. I never did r'member what happened b'fore that." Goku shrugged. More snickering seemed to come from the walls and Goku looked around nervously.
"Have you ever had any traumatizink egzperiences, hmm?"
"Traumatizin'? You mean like scary? I'm not really afraid'a much, but yeah, a coupla times." Goku tried to think of a way to describe his alien encounters in human terms.
"I got mugged, an' my brother kidnapped my kid, an' I w's abducted by a buncha military spies, 'n' these weird people tried t' kill me. I w's kind of on this guy's hit list so. . .y'know. . ."
"You could just have easily have told him about Frieza, Sel, red-ribbon, and your brother, the way that mess sounded. You're gonna be in a straight-jacket before you can say 'lunatic'." Commented a voice in one of the filing cabinets. Goku swallowed.
"Tell me, vhat do you zee in this picture?" The psychologist asked, holding up a picture of an inkblob. Goku opened his mouth to speak, but what he was about to say was overridden by something else, and he answered "Blood- I mean, lawn furni' chur." He c lapped a hand over his mouth.
"I zee. Vell, zankyou for your time. Vill you please tell your vife to come back in here?"
"Ok." Goku got up and opened the door to let Chichi back in. She hgadn't heard what was going on, but she looked very nervous.
"I zink zhat your huzband is zufferink from schizophrenia, zince he is obvisously having illusions, he was glancing around ze entire time, and he behaved irrationally. He zeemed alzo to have difficulty zaying his own name, and he gave very bizzarre ansvers to ze rest of ze kvestions. I vill write you a przcription for his medicine."
"Schizophrenic. . .? Medicine. . .?" Chichi swallowed. "A-are you sure?"
"I am a profezzional zikiatrzt, of courz I am zyure."
"Skits-what?" Goku blinked.
"Its means you're crazy, dipstick!" The filing cabinet sneered.
"D'you guys think I'm crazy?" He suddenly felt very alienated, and not because he was a saiyan.
"Crazy is zuch a ztrong vord. . ."
"You do think I'm crazy!" Goku exclaimed.
"Thankyou," Chichi murmured, taking the slip of paper and Goku's wrist and walking out the door.
"Chichi, where're you takin' me now?" Goku asked.
She answered without looking at him. "To fill your prescription. . .to get your medicine."
"You didn't hafta dumb that down f 'r me. I know what a per'scription is."
"Do you?" Chichi asked airily.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked.
"Why're you doing this?" Chichi turned and looked at him.
"What d'y' mean Chichi?" Goku asked blankly.
"Acting crazy."
"But I'm not actin'. . ." It took a moment for the irony of this staement to sink in, but then both of them began to laugh nervously.
"Goku, do you know what schizophrenia is?" Chichi asked after they both stopped laughing and she'd gone to pick up his pills. They were sitting on the couch now.
"No." He admitted.
"Its a mental disorder. It means you see things and hear things that aren't real, and something in your head is making you act strange. This is supposed to help you, ok?" She opend the bottle and handed him a little pink pill. "Don't chew it, just swallow."
Goku looked at her, and then at the little capsule in his hand. Something about it scared him very badly, but he forced himself to injest it because he knew it would please her.
"There," Said Chichi. "You just have to have one twice a day. Thats not so bad, and then you'll be fine." She forced a smile and Gou forced one back. Most of his conscious mind had just turned to fluff, so it didn't occur to him to tell her that he didn't like the medicine at all, or that it made him feel like he really, really had to vomit.