Sorry for the wait, here comes Chapter Four: Explanations of Several Varieties, A Lush, and Mixed Nuts
Inevitably, Chichi discovered what Goku was hiding, and told the psychiatrist everything about it. Goku had to have another visit to the mental ward. This time his evaluation was being conducted by someone who spoke better english, but very stuck up.
Goku watched a person with tourette's syndrome trying very hard to stop shouting 'PRICK, BASTARD, PRUDE, etc' to this man, who looked quite flustered.
"Look here," He said to Goku, "whatever psychosis you have, it can't possibly be as severely manifested as that. . .that lunatic's!"
"He's telling me t' kill people!, Goku blurted out.
The man with tourette's whirled around to look at him out of his bulgy eyes. "They tell you to- MURDER- kill people?" On the word 'murder' his eye bugged out like he was possessed.
"I haven' actually done anything!" Goku said half defensive and half scared.
"Doctor this man is SCHIZO crazy!" The other patient cried.
"Oh dear. . ." The doctor pulled out a pad of paper and began to scribble on it.
"I'm not! I'm not! I haven't done anything to anybody! i just didn't take my medicine one day. . ."
"PSY-CHO!"
"No no no! Stop it!" Goku backed away until he felt the wall behind him.
"You're certafiabl- LY INSANE! MOMMY PANCAKE!" The man replied. Goku stared at him, wide-eyed, and slowly put his hands over his head.
"Will you two sirs kindly take your seats, you're upsetting the other patients!"
"I'm not a patient, I'm not crazy, its these two nutters who want to kill people!" An old woman shouted, drooling slightly.
"I didn't! I didn't!" Goku moaned exasperatedly, "Just stop talking. . .stop TALKING!"
"Alright, alright, stop it all of you!" The doctor waved his hands and everyone else shut up. "Now it is clear that all of you have some deep-seated issues, but this bickering will get you nowhere. Please, sit down," he added. The man with tourettes was trying desperately to keep his mouth shut. "HEIMLICH! ANHEUSER-BUSCH! SEXY BILLIARDS!" He babbled.
Goku got up and sat down in a chair obediently. He knew by now it was a bad idea to upset the shrink. "I... never wanted t' scared anyone. . ." He mumbled sadly. Somehow he knew it was the end of the line. The doctor strode across the room and picked up the receiver of the secretary's phone. He dialed a number and spoke into it in a low voice- a futile effort since when you are insane your senses are highly acute, so everyone in the lobby (including the secretary- hint, hint) heard him.
Goku was, infact admitted to the mental hospital later that day. chichi came, looking quite shaken up, to explain what was going on to him and to sign the papers.
"Goku. . .um. . .you. . .you're going to be staying here for a while. . .so. . .so um. . .if you behave maybe you can come. . .visit us. I promise we'll come to see you too. . .but you have to understand. . ."
"You're gonna leave me here? T' stay?" Goku asked. "Where will you be?"
"A-at home. . .I'm going to have the baby soon you know. . ."
"I'll be sharing a room with some. . .some crazy person?"
"Goku!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean t' yell, I didn't!" He looked pleadingly at her. "Don't make me stay here. . ."
"You get to have your room by yourself, since one just opened up, . .won't that be nice. that's awfully lucky. . ."
"You can't even lookit me! I'm not so stupid that I can't see that! Who's changed here, me or you?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Goku I'm sorry! I can't let you hurt our children! when you get a handle on your illness maybe you can come back!" Chichi stammered, and she left, crying. Goku felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. His nurse came and led him by the hand like a child to his room, and he never said a word.
It was the doctor's opinion that Goku had become schizophrenic from watching too much TV, but the doctor never knew about all the times Goku had been hit in the head. There was a good portion of his brain that had been shut off when he'd fallen off of the c liff and become amnesiac, and that was almost surely where the disease had originated. It might have been triggered by anything, but regardless of the cause, he was insane.
By the way, Goku almost never watched TV, as you probably already know.
The next day bulma came to see Goku, and Vegeta came to rebuke him (since he had nothing better to do).
Goku sat on a bench and looked at the floor, while they talked to, or rather, at him.
"Goku. . .are you. . .ok?" Bulma asked.
"You didn't try to think, did you. I warned you it wouldn't do any good." Vegeta sneered at him. (He thought Goku was merely being detained because he was an odd duck and the doctors were doing a routine check.)
"Vegeta, don't make fun of him."
"I doubt he's even paying attention. Are you going to tell him that the woman had her baby or not?"
At these words Goku looked up at them. "What's his name?"
Bulma stared. The child was indeed a boy, but how had Goku known?
"She hasn't given the whelp a name yet," Vegeta muttered, but the words sounded empty instead of insulting. Perhaps they even held a trace of pity. The saiyan prince was suddenly unable to look at Goku.
The illness was all too visible on its victim's face, in the form of a twisted expression of metal pain. Goku looked pathetic. No, he was pathetic. His picture could have been placed in the dictionary next to 'depraved.'
"I hope. . .someday. . .I get to see him. . ." Goku murmured.
"Get some sleep," Said vegeta. "You look like someone fired a canon off in your face."
"Vegeta. . ." Bulma cast him an angry glare. Goku sighed.
"S'ok. I did try t' kill him, after all."
After they left Goku looked at his hands. Tears fell onto them. "I. . .I'm crying. . .?" He said, surprised. "Why is it like this? Th-they hate me don't they. . .for bein' this way!"
"True dat," Quipped the voice. "You' one messed up brotha." Goku blinked, and wiped his eyes, but didn't answer it. His nurse came over to where he was sitting, hiding something behind her back. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"You're the new one, right?"
"Yeah. . ." Said goku. He felt something poke into his arm.
"Welcome to the Looney Bin." She muttered, and Goku stared up at her in disbelief. He would have pulled the syringe out of his arm, and chucked it because he was deathly afraid of surgical needles, but he was overcome with exhaustion. Everything began to blur together and his eyes crossed.
"Just you wait. . ."He slurred, before falling off of the bench in a drugged stupor.
Inevitably, Chichi discovered what Goku was hiding, and told the psychiatrist everything about it. Goku had to have another visit to the mental ward. This time his evaluation was being conducted by someone who spoke better english, but very stuck up.
Goku watched a person with tourette's syndrome trying very hard to stop shouting 'PRICK, BASTARD, PRUDE, etc' to this man, who looked quite flustered.
"Look here," He said to Goku, "whatever psychosis you have, it can't possibly be as severely manifested as that. . .that lunatic's!"
"He's telling me t' kill people!, Goku blurted out.
The man with tourette's whirled around to look at him out of his bulgy eyes. "They tell you to- MURDER- kill people?" On the word 'murder' his eye bugged out like he was possessed.
"I haven' actually done anything!" Goku said half defensive and half scared.
"Doctor this man is SCHIZO crazy!" The other patient cried.
"Oh dear. . ." The doctor pulled out a pad of paper and began to scribble on it.
"I'm not! I'm not! I haven't done anything to anybody! i just didn't take my medicine one day. . ."
"PSY-CHO!"
"No no no! Stop it!" Goku backed away until he felt the wall behind him.
"You're certafiabl- LY INSANE! MOMMY PANCAKE!" The man replied. Goku stared at him, wide-eyed, and slowly put his hands over his head.
"Will you two sirs kindly take your seats, you're upsetting the other patients!"
"I'm not a patient, I'm not crazy, its these two nutters who want to kill people!" An old woman shouted, drooling slightly.
"I didn't! I didn't!" Goku moaned exasperatedly, "Just stop talking. . .stop TALKING!"
"Alright, alright, stop it all of you!" The doctor waved his hands and everyone else shut up. "Now it is clear that all of you have some deep-seated issues, but this bickering will get you nowhere. Please, sit down," he added. The man with tourettes was trying desperately to keep his mouth shut. "HEIMLICH! ANHEUSER-BUSCH! SEXY BILLIARDS!" He babbled.
Goku got up and sat down in a chair obediently. He knew by now it was a bad idea to upset the shrink. "I... never wanted t' scared anyone. . ." He mumbled sadly. Somehow he knew it was the end of the line. The doctor strode across the room and picked up the receiver of the secretary's phone. He dialed a number and spoke into it in a low voice- a futile effort since when you are insane your senses are highly acute, so everyone in the lobby (including the secretary- hint, hint) heard him.
Goku was, infact admitted to the mental hospital later that day. chichi came, looking quite shaken up, to explain what was going on to him and to sign the papers.
"Goku. . .um. . .you. . .you're going to be staying here for a while. . .so. . .so um. . .if you behave maybe you can come. . .visit us. I promise we'll come to see you too. . .but you have to understand. . ."
"You're gonna leave me here? T' stay?" Goku asked. "Where will you be?"
"A-at home. . .I'm going to have the baby soon you know. . ."
"I'll be sharing a room with some. . .some crazy person?"
"Goku!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean t' yell, I didn't!" He looked pleadingly at her. "Don't make me stay here. . ."
"You get to have your room by yourself, since one just opened up, . .won't that be nice. that's awfully lucky. . ."
"You can't even lookit me! I'm not so stupid that I can't see that! Who's changed here, me or you?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Goku I'm sorry! I can't let you hurt our children! when you get a handle on your illness maybe you can come back!" Chichi stammered, and she left, crying. Goku felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. His nurse came and led him by the hand like a child to his room, and he never said a word.
It was the doctor's opinion that Goku had become schizophrenic from watching too much TV, but the doctor never knew about all the times Goku had been hit in the head. There was a good portion of his brain that had been shut off when he'd fallen off of the c liff and become amnesiac, and that was almost surely where the disease had originated. It might have been triggered by anything, but regardless of the cause, he was insane.
By the way, Goku almost never watched TV, as you probably already know.
The next day bulma came to see Goku, and Vegeta came to rebuke him (since he had nothing better to do).
Goku sat on a bench and looked at the floor, while they talked to, or rather, at him.
"Goku. . .are you. . .ok?" Bulma asked.
"You didn't try to think, did you. I warned you it wouldn't do any good." Vegeta sneered at him. (He thought Goku was merely being detained because he was an odd duck and the doctors were doing a routine check.)
"Vegeta, don't make fun of him."
"I doubt he's even paying attention. Are you going to tell him that the woman had her baby or not?"
At these words Goku looked up at them. "What's his name?"
Bulma stared. The child was indeed a boy, but how had Goku known?
"She hasn't given the whelp a name yet," Vegeta muttered, but the words sounded empty instead of insulting. Perhaps they even held a trace of pity. The saiyan prince was suddenly unable to look at Goku.
The illness was all too visible on its victim's face, in the form of a twisted expression of metal pain. Goku looked pathetic. No, he was pathetic. His picture could have been placed in the dictionary next to 'depraved.'
"I hope. . .someday. . .I get to see him. . ." Goku murmured.
"Get some sleep," Said vegeta. "You look like someone fired a canon off in your face."
"Vegeta. . ." Bulma cast him an angry glare. Goku sighed.
"S'ok. I did try t' kill him, after all."
After they left Goku looked at his hands. Tears fell onto them. "I. . .I'm crying. . .?" He said, surprised. "Why is it like this? Th-they hate me don't they. . .for bein' this way!"
"True dat," Quipped the voice. "You' one messed up brotha." Goku blinked, and wiped his eyes, but didn't answer it. His nurse came over to where he was sitting, hiding something behind her back. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"You're the new one, right?"
"Yeah. . ." Said goku. He felt something poke into his arm.
"Welcome to the Looney Bin." She muttered, and Goku stared up at her in disbelief. He would have pulled the syringe out of his arm, and chucked it because he was deathly afraid of surgical needles, but he was overcome with exhaustion. Everything began to blur together and his eyes crossed.
"Just you wait. . ."He slurred, before falling off of the bench in a drugged stupor.