A/N: Ok if Gohan is your absolute, completely and utterly favorite character and you'd hate him do anything bad then do not read! I was tired of the same old thing: gay Vegeta, gay Trunks, Pan and Trunks, and so on. So I made my own. I was listening to a song by NickleBack about husband abuse and this just formed in my head. It's dramatic and very sad if you know Gohan and how he really is, but its not as bad as you would think.
Videl sat in a corner, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms raised above her face. The kitchen around her was littered with broken glass and miscellaneous items scattered about the floor. A bright red mark lay painfully on her upraised arm, a twin forming a bruise on her face. She had no will to fight back at her attacker. For one she knew she hadn't the strength to face his full power. For another, she loved him. No matter how much he had changed in the past two years.
"Gohan please." She whispered.
Gohan's upraised fist faltered. She glanced upwards to see the struggle in his eyes. But as his hand moved towards her she shrunk back, her head returning to its retreat behind her arms. She shut her eyes, waiting for the next blow but instead she felt his hand gently touch her hair before she heard him open the door and slam it behind him.
He'd changed so much. They had gotten married 5 years ago, living happily together for three. They'd even had a son, named Goku after his now dead (again) father. But then two years ago he'd leveled an entire city and come home fuming. Videl had never seen him so angry, so violent. Her humble, quiet, caring, pure-hearted Gohan had suddenly become a raging, angry, violent monster. But there were times when he was so gentle, so regretful that she wondered if he were two people.
For now she sighed, going through the almost nightly pattern, and began cleaning the kitchen. After which she'd tend to her new wounds and make up a new excuse before checking on Goku. The next day she'd have to find some new dishes. Preferably plastic this time.
Gohan sat, dangling his legs over the edge of the cliff he had flown to. The cigarette he had pulled out lay at his side. Angrily he picked it up and through it with all his power out over the cliff. It slammed into the other side, causing it to burst and a few rocks to be reduced to rubble.
Gohan hated himself. What had brought on this change? A simple answer enough. Just took the listener to believe it. Two years ago he had gone out to train in the very canyon he now sat over. He had accidentally blown up a rock wall that had been blocking the entrance to a cave for maybe a thousand years.
He had gone in to explore, using the light from his super-saiyan form to see. He had come upon a small red glob. He examined it for a moment, throwing rocks at it and poking it with a stick. He didn't really know why but he was intrigued. Finally he had reached down with a finger to touch it. The glob had wasted no time in leaping onto his hand and absorbing into his skin.
He had felt as if his whole being were burning to ashes. When that pain had faded he realized he no longer had control of his body. Only his mind and spirit remained. A new entity now controlled him. It had explained in a flash, as if proud of itself, what it now would turn his life into.
"I, my new victim, am a dæmon. I seek out prey with pure hearts and power. I take over their bodies and I change them and let them watch as their friends loose faith in them, as their family looses trust in them." He had heard it laugh viciously. "And then I leave them to die, with control over their body and no time left to say 'I'm sorry.'" And that was it.
It didn't want the world. I didn't want the universe. It didn't even want a city. It just wanted to make him seem on the outside to be uncaring and violent. And with his power it could easily do so. He was the most powerful of the Z fighters. Vegeta was getting on in age and loosing strength, Piccilo too, had to use a cane as Kami did. Krillin was spending more time just raising his family. Gohan himself had only begun training Trunks and Goten.
Gohan had never suspected the creature would get him started on smoking and drinking. Or that he would use him to hurt his own family. He would fall down and weep in his mental prison each and every night that the dæmon did its work. Occasionally, such as now, he managed to get a sweet moment of freedom and regain control. Never for long though. It was as if the thing had burrowed into every atom of his body.
He sighed and laid down on the wet grass staring up at the hateful black sky. If he had stayed at the house he would've had to watch Videl flinch every time he came near her as she cleaned the kitchen. Hopefully she would buy some new plastic plates. He rolled over onto his side and let a few tears roll down his cheek; only a millionth of the ocean that he had built up inside himself.
Goku had grown up hating his father. The abuse had started when he was just a 2 years old. Now he was three. He didn't understand what was really going on between them but he did know that daddy was bad and mommy didn't deserve to cry when he yelled. He could vaguely remember the stories she told him at night of a young, virtuous daddy. One that saved the day many times before and was always gentle. But little Goku didn't really understand that either.
He heard it get quiet down in the kitchen and then the door slam. Even at such a young age he knew the pattern. Had it down to a second. He usually made her cry in the kitchen and then he left. Sometimes it lasted longer sometimes so short he didn't know it had happened. But now he heard his mother sniffling as she picked up broken plates and threw them away.
Sighing the toddler rolled over and tried not to cry in his sleep.
A/N: *whimpers* I'm going to hate writing this fic. *wails* Gohan is my fav!!!!!!! Why oh why! Oh sorry all. Well anyways I think it will be interesting though. I'm getting lots of good ol' inspiration for this one. Maybe I'll finish it this time! Go me!