Return of the Crazed
Wow, I am sooooo sorry! I have been so busy and so neglectful of this fanfic. To apologize, here is all the rest of it. Right now. No more waiting. Please don't hate me. I'll never take this long on a fic again, I SWEAR! But y'know, I have a finished fic with NO feedback at ALL......hint hint.....and I apologize if this seems rushed, but it is. I don't have any inspiration for this story anymore. If I didn't owe people the end because I posted the beginning I wouldn't bother to finish it. This is how I intended it to end all along, I haven't changed it....but it's really rushed. I hope I can manage to wrap this up well, bear with me.
Goku felt something cold pressed against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see what it was and found that he was alone in the back seat of Bulma's car. He'd fallen onto the window in his sleep and it was suctioned to his face. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair.
"How long was I out?" He wondered aloud. He rarely thought without speaking aloud now. He couldn't tell the difference. He go out of the vehicle and breathed in the fresh air that reminded him quite forcefully "You don't belong here.
It smelled like home. Or what used to be. He shook his head and walked into the house.
Chichi was setting the table and chatting with Bulma. He noticed their voices lacked energy. They stopped when he came into the room. He smiled and reached his hand behind his head sheepishly.
"I fell 'sleep." His smile was crooked, like it was going to fall off. Bulma flinched, wanting to fix it. Just straighten it like a picture on the wall. She watched him walk across the room and sit down in the middle of the floor. Instinctively, she resumed her conversation with Chichi.
Goku stared at his hands. His wrists were thin and bony because he couldn't satisfy his saiyan appetite at the hospital. He wasn't starving, but his stomach was always empty. There was a buzz in his head, as if he were leaning on a radiator.
"You don't belong here. They don't want you here. They'll kill you.
"They can't and they won't," Goku mumbled listlessly. No one heard him.
"They can poison you. They think you want to kill the baby. Kill Goten.
"That's stupid," Goku rubbed his eyes. Shadow kittens played at his feet. Bulma was speaking french. Her accent was flawless. Chichi sounded like a man.
"You have to run away. Get out of here.
"I never wanna leave. I live here.
"Not anymore. Not ever again. They hate you. Run away to where no one can find you. They won't be able to keep up. Just fly away!
They were staring at him. He'd been talking too loud. The voice laughed. The kakarot voice. He took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Jus' ignore me, I do that all th' time."
He got up and went to look for Gohan, not remembering that the boy now attended public school. Gohan's room was perfectly organized and clean. Nothing was out of place and the sheets on the bed looked like they had never even been used. A green bat was hanging upside down from the curtain rod, but when Goku came close it spread its wings and flew away through the glass of Gohan's window. It looked like fabric, like the napkins Chichi used.
"I'm seein' things...the window shoulda broken....." He left this room and went into his own. The one he and Chichi had shared. It looked the same, except that he didn't sleep there anymore. There were shadow cats everywhere.
"Mr. Brief's cat...they all look th' same.... but I know his cat duzzn have red eyes..."
He started digging through his drawer of their dresser. Nothing had been moved since he'd left. All the useless things he used to collect were still there. A slinky, a pair of fuzzy die, neon green earmuffs, a corkscrew, he took out a container of silly putty to play with and noticed something shiny lying beneath. It was mostly covered by the amassed clutter. He took it out.
"What's this for?"
"It's a letter opener," Kakarot growled low. He sounded like a predator stalking prey.
"But I don' have any letters. Nobody sends 'em t' me." Goku shooed a cat away from his leg. His illusions were becoming more real. More complex. They involved all of his senses now, so he no way to discern them from the truth.
"Why not keep it in your pocket until you need it?" Asked the voice. This seemed reasonable. Why not?
"But I don' have any pockets. I'll jus' stick it in my boot." Goku did this, shut the drawer, and left the room. Chichi was standing in the hallway.
"What were you doing?" She asked gently.
"I was jus' gettin' somethin' t' play with, see?" He showed her the silly putty.
"Oh, that's a relief... I... would you like to see Goten? He's woken up!" Chichi smiled too wide, changing the subject abruptly. She didn't think to ask anything else.
Four days later he had to return to the hospital. Bulma took him back after he said goodbye his young sons and Chichi. Goten's hair was very saiyan. It resembled Goku's already. Goku had smiled at it, but it made him sad. He didn't know why.
Sitting in his room that night, wicked thoughts plagued him. They weren't all from his disease, either. He felt hurt. Neglected. He knew he was dangerous, having saiyan powers that he didn't have the presence of mind to control, but knowing that didn't exactly help matters. He felt miserable. He felt like blowing things up until it didn't hurt anymore, but he wasn't exactly in the middle of a conveniently-placed wasteland or deserted island. There were other people. His voices told him that it didn't matter, but his heart said he should spare them.
"I hafta do something...I hafta get ridda this... this angry feeling...but how?"
"Fire a few energy blasts down the hall?"
"No."
"Blow a hole in the floor and wave to the people below."
"They'll be dead if I do that." Goku twitched uncomfortably.
"You could always play with your new toy."
"I don' have any letters."
At that moment Goku's nurse came in with his dinner. She wore overalls. In their front pocket was a piece of paper.
"There's a letter. Why don't you open it?"
"It... it isn' mine." He wanted to. He really did. He barely cared anymore.
"It still needs to be opened..."
"I can't," He started to think maybe the only reason he still had a conscience was Chichi. He loved her. He remembered that and he couldn't "open" anything.
The nurse left. Goku stared at the door, still seeing the letter.
"Open it...." It seemed like a way out to him. A way to escape the confinement without hurting Chichi.
"Open some letters," His blood began to rush. He took the blade from where he'd concealed it and ran the cool metal over his fingers. Letters.
"Just one....just this one..."
"M' sure Chichi won' mind if I only open my own..."
He could still see the letter in the nurse's pocket. It was resting right over the heart.
Wow, I am sooooo sorry! I have been so busy and so neglectful of this fanfic. To apologize, here is all the rest of it. Right now. No more waiting. Please don't hate me. I'll never take this long on a fic again, I SWEAR! But y'know, I have a finished fic with NO feedback at ALL......hint hint.....and I apologize if this seems rushed, but it is. I don't have any inspiration for this story anymore. If I didn't owe people the end because I posted the beginning I wouldn't bother to finish it. This is how I intended it to end all along, I haven't changed it....but it's really rushed. I hope I can manage to wrap this up well, bear with me.
Goku felt something cold pressed against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see what it was and found that he was alone in the back seat of Bulma's car. He'd fallen onto the window in his sleep and it was suctioned to his face. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair.
"How long was I out?" He wondered aloud. He rarely thought without speaking aloud now. He couldn't tell the difference. He go out of the vehicle and breathed in the fresh air that reminded him quite forcefully "You don't belong here.
It smelled like home. Or what used to be. He shook his head and walked into the house.
Chichi was setting the table and chatting with Bulma. He noticed their voices lacked energy. They stopped when he came into the room. He smiled and reached his hand behind his head sheepishly.
"I fell 'sleep." His smile was crooked, like it was going to fall off. Bulma flinched, wanting to fix it. Just straighten it like a picture on the wall. She watched him walk across the room and sit down in the middle of the floor. Instinctively, she resumed her conversation with Chichi.
Goku stared at his hands. His wrists were thin and bony because he couldn't satisfy his saiyan appetite at the hospital. He wasn't starving, but his stomach was always empty. There was a buzz in his head, as if he were leaning on a radiator.
"You don't belong here. They don't want you here. They'll kill you.
"They can't and they won't," Goku mumbled listlessly. No one heard him.
"They can poison you. They think you want to kill the baby. Kill Goten.
"That's stupid," Goku rubbed his eyes. Shadow kittens played at his feet. Bulma was speaking french. Her accent was flawless. Chichi sounded like a man.
"You have to run away. Get out of here.
"I never wanna leave. I live here.
"Not anymore. Not ever again. They hate you. Run away to where no one can find you. They won't be able to keep up. Just fly away!
They were staring at him. He'd been talking too loud. The voice laughed. The kakarot voice. He took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Jus' ignore me, I do that all th' time."
He got up and went to look for Gohan, not remembering that the boy now attended public school. Gohan's room was perfectly organized and clean. Nothing was out of place and the sheets on the bed looked like they had never even been used. A green bat was hanging upside down from the curtain rod, but when Goku came close it spread its wings and flew away through the glass of Gohan's window. It looked like fabric, like the napkins Chichi used.
"I'm seein' things...the window shoulda broken....." He left this room and went into his own. The one he and Chichi had shared. It looked the same, except that he didn't sleep there anymore. There were shadow cats everywhere.
"Mr. Brief's cat...they all look th' same.... but I know his cat duzzn have red eyes..."
He started digging through his drawer of their dresser. Nothing had been moved since he'd left. All the useless things he used to collect were still there. A slinky, a pair of fuzzy die, neon green earmuffs, a corkscrew, he took out a container of silly putty to play with and noticed something shiny lying beneath. It was mostly covered by the amassed clutter. He took it out.
"What's this for?"
"It's a letter opener," Kakarot growled low. He sounded like a predator stalking prey.
"But I don' have any letters. Nobody sends 'em t' me." Goku shooed a cat away from his leg. His illusions were becoming more real. More complex. They involved all of his senses now, so he no way to discern them from the truth.
"Why not keep it in your pocket until you need it?" Asked the voice. This seemed reasonable. Why not?
"But I don' have any pockets. I'll jus' stick it in my boot." Goku did this, shut the drawer, and left the room. Chichi was standing in the hallway.
"What were you doing?" She asked gently.
"I was jus' gettin' somethin' t' play with, see?" He showed her the silly putty.
"Oh, that's a relief... I... would you like to see Goten? He's woken up!" Chichi smiled too wide, changing the subject abruptly. She didn't think to ask anything else.
Four days later he had to return to the hospital. Bulma took him back after he said goodbye his young sons and Chichi. Goten's hair was very saiyan. It resembled Goku's already. Goku had smiled at it, but it made him sad. He didn't know why.
Sitting in his room that night, wicked thoughts plagued him. They weren't all from his disease, either. He felt hurt. Neglected. He knew he was dangerous, having saiyan powers that he didn't have the presence of mind to control, but knowing that didn't exactly help matters. He felt miserable. He felt like blowing things up until it didn't hurt anymore, but he wasn't exactly in the middle of a conveniently-placed wasteland or deserted island. There were other people. His voices told him that it didn't matter, but his heart said he should spare them.
"I hafta do something...I hafta get ridda this... this angry feeling...but how?"
"Fire a few energy blasts down the hall?"
"No."
"Blow a hole in the floor and wave to the people below."
"They'll be dead if I do that." Goku twitched uncomfortably.
"You could always play with your new toy."
"I don' have any letters."
At that moment Goku's nurse came in with his dinner. She wore overalls. In their front pocket was a piece of paper.
"There's a letter. Why don't you open it?"
"It... it isn' mine." He wanted to. He really did. He barely cared anymore.
"It still needs to be opened..."
"I can't," He started to think maybe the only reason he still had a conscience was Chichi. He loved her. He remembered that and he couldn't "open" anything.
The nurse left. Goku stared at the door, still seeing the letter.
"Open it...." It seemed like a way out to him. A way to escape the confinement without hurting Chichi.
"Open some letters," His blood began to rush. He took the blade from where he'd concealed it and ran the cool metal over his fingers. Letters.
"Just one....just this one..."
"M' sure Chichi won' mind if I only open my own..."
He could still see the letter in the nurse's pocket. It was resting right over the heart.