Orphaned- Chapter 3
Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ or DBGT or DB. I'm sorry, do I look like Akira Toriyama to you???????
Note- Third Chappy. And About Time Too! Ah, a bit of a warning here- I've got four- and five-year-olds acting like 20-year-olds. Stretch your imagination! You can do it!
Last Time- Piccolo told Radditz to give him one day and he'd be ready. Roshi sent Krillin to get Goku. Gohan saw a psychiatrist. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, see the previous part ^.^
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Gohan was curios. Curios by nature and inquisitive by prompt. He couldn't stop his brain from wondering about Mr. Chute and that girl. She was from his division and a year older than he. What was her name again? Christina? Yes, that was it. He remembered because she always told everybody to call her Chris and only the adults called her by her full name. She had nearly clobbered him with a plastic shovel when he called her Christina. This was the kind of girl who liked to believe that she was tougher than everybody else, and her pride would keep her from ever crying in front of a fellow child. If she broke down in front of an adult, it would have to be for something serious, because crying in front of an adult was about ten times worse than crying in front of a kid. His curiosity was driving him crazy; he had to know. Gohan went around to the back of the building where there was a small playground area and looked for Chris. She was playing in the sandbox with some of her friends so he walked over.
"Hey Chris," He said and she looked up.
"What?" She was sizing him up; looking him over to see if this was someone she knew or someone looking for trouble. When she recognized him as someone from her division, her hard stare softened, but just a little. She reminded Gohan a lot of a wolf.
"I need to talk to you about…" He hesitated, not sure how to continue.
"Well, spit it out!" She said impatiently, eager to get back to her sandcastles.
"It's about Mr. Chute," Gohan blurted. Chris's stare hardened again.
"Hey guys, I'll be right back." Chris told her friends. They nodded and went back to playing knights in shining armor. Chris led Gohan to a deserted area on the playground. "Ok kid, what do you want?"
"Kid? I'm only a year younger than you!"
"Whatever. You wanted to talk about the doctor?"
"Yeah. It's… He's…" Gohan couldn't find the right words.
"It's stupid, he's evil." Chris filled in.
"What?"
"Trust me, I know. I started going to him when I was your age."
"Stop it, you're making me feel like a baby," Gohan interrupted.
"Don't interrupt. And you are naïve enough to be one anyway." Gohan shut his mouth. "Anyway, he seemed like a nice enough guy, but then he said he wanted to help me find out about my parents. It was painful, and not just mentally. This guy isn't interested in helping us, Gohan. He just wants to satisfy his own curiosity. I don't know if you'd noticed, but those diplomas on his wall aren't from any universities I've ever heard of. I even looked them up. Nothing. He isn't licensed and he uses…unorthodox… methods to get what he wants." Chris rolled up on of her sleeves and showed Gohan a rash on her upper arm.
"What's that?" Gohan asked.
"Mr. Chute gave me an injection when I started having dreams. Whatever was in that needle wasn't safe, and probably wasn't legal, either." Gohan reached out to touch it but Chris pulled away. "Don't," She said, rolling down the sleeve. "It hurts like Hell and I don't know if it's contagious."
"Mr. Chute said he was going to help me find out about my parents and dreams," Gohan said, nervously. Chris raised her eyebrows.
"Watch your back." She stalked away back to the sandbox.
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Later that day, Mr. Chute called Gohan back into his office. He took Gohan to the other room and sat him down in a small chair that was across from another high-backed chair, identical to the one in the first office.
"Now Gohan," Mr. Chute began. "Are you ready to find out more about your past?" Gohan nodded cautiously. Mr. Chute smiled and drew out a long gold chain attached to a crystal clear jewel of some sort.
"What's that for?" Gohan asked.
"Today we will be doing regression-hypnosis therapy. You're a smart boy; can you tell me what that means?"
"You're gonna hypnotize me to remember what happened when I was a baby." Gohan said. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Yes. In order for this to work, I must have your total trust. Do you trust me?" Mr. Chute looked Gohan straight in the eye. Gohan swallowed and blinked. No, he didn't trust Mr. Chute at all. Maybe he had nothing to worry about then. If the hypnosis wouldn't work because of Gohan's lack of trust, it might be all right. Maybe. Mr. Chute leaned back in his seat. "Well? Do you trust me? Be honest." He pushed. 'Be honest?' Gohan thought. Well, ok…
"No." He stated plainly. Mr. Chute blinked. Well, at least he was honest.
"Ok. Well, I think we can try this anyway." Mr. Chute said, determined to push on. Gohan saw what Chris had been talking about now.
"But you said-``
"I lied. Now focus on the crystal." The therapist dangled in front of the boy's eyes. It was an interesting sort of crystal. The light reflected of the facets in such away that it touched Gohan's eyes. He began to feel slightly drowsy. Sunlight filtered through a window in dusty beams, adding to the relaxed atmosphere, and Gohan closed his eyes. Mr. Chute smiled. "That's it. Now. You are felling tired. Very relaxed." Gohan opened one eye.
"No I'm not." He had just remembered that he didn't trust this guy. The psychiatrist groaned.
"Come on now, you almost had it!" He said. "Let's try again."
"No, let's not." Gohan said, standing. "I'm gonna go now, if that's all right with you."
"No! We are going to figure this out!" Exclaimed Mr. Chute, also rising.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that I want to anymore." Gohan reached for the doorknob, but Mr. Chute stopped him and spun him around to face him. Taking a firm hold on Gohan's shoulders, he knelt so he was eye-level with his patient.
"Think about it! You could put an end to the dreams." Gohan looked at Mr. Chute. The psychiatrist no longer seemed remotely friendly. He had a strange look in his eye that Gohan didn't like at all.
"Mr. Chute, I don't want to," Gohan moved out of his grasp.
"No, no, no, you do!" The man's voice sounded desperate and hoarse now. "Yes, yes, you just don't understand how your mind works. Of course you don't! You're seeing a psychiatrist!" Mr. Chute seemed to be talking to himself now. His eyes kept darting around the room. Gohan went for the door again. "Oh no you don't!" Mr. Chute grabbed him and more or less threw him back into the chair. Gohan was truly frightened now and his four-year-old instincts began to kick in. He struggled to blink away the tears forming as Mr. Chute rummaged through a bag and pulled out a needle with a clear liquid in it. "This will help, yes, yes, yes. I will know your story." He was muttering completely to himself now as he approached the boy. He was right on top of Gohan now and the frightened child did the only thing he could; he screamed. Though he knew somehow that no one would hear, he screamed as loud as possible. There was something in him that seemed to be clawing its way out, and it was Gohan's logic that if he didn't let it out, it would completely tear him up.
Suddenly, Mr. Chute found himself embedded in the far wall. Gohan jumped out of the chair and ran for the door, which fell down as he approached it. In an instant he was in his dormitory. He didn't even remember running down the halls to get there. He didn't remember the frightened stares of adults and children alike as a small boy blew past them, apparently on fire. He didn't remember anything except that he was extremely tired. He collapsed on his bed into a deep sleep.
*****
Krillin landed in front of the Son house. The feeling of dread that had set upon him was now sinking in. Maybe he was just paranoid, but the house seemed to have a foreboding cloud hovering around it, and Krillin couldn't sense Goku's ki anywhere. He peered inside. Strange, the door looked like it hadn't been used in a few years. Krillin doubted Goku simply came down the chimney all the time; something was definitely wrong here. It took no effort to force the door all the way open, and Krillin stepped inside. There was dust everywhere.
"Goku?" No answer. "Chichi?" Nothing. They were obviously not home. 'And haven't been for a long time,' He thought uneasily. He found his way to Gohan's would-be nursery and did a double take. Crib, toys… Goku had a kid?!? Then where were they now? Krillin stretched out his senses as far as he possibly could but there was still no trace of his friend's ki. 'Wait a sec…' He dashed around the house. There had to be a calendar somewhere. 'Oh, here we go,' He thought, coming up on one. The days were neatly marked off until around the middle of the month. The only thing wrong was that the calendar was four years behind. How very unlike Chichi…
*****
Radditz flew almost lazily through the cloud-scattered sky. There was nothing to destroy, nothing to do. He incinerated a bush or creature now and again just to keep from falling asleep while he few, but he wanted something to destroy that would at least take a little effort, or possibly something that would cower in fear for a while. Eventually, Radditz came upon a small town. It wasn't much; a few houses and a couple of stores.
"Pitiful," He scoffed and landed directly in the middle of a somewhat busy street. Cars halted as people stuck their heads out of windows to see what was going on. It was amazing how fast people could sense danger, but how slow they were to react.
"Hey buddy, get outta the way!"
"Yeah, MOVE!" Two impatient motorists got out of their vehicles and advanced on Radditz, who faced the, smiled, and then… *poof* there were none. The outflow of the Saiyan's attack completely cleared the street. Cars were either thrown to the sidewalks or disintegrated. Panic ensued. Radditz was having fun. Soon nothing salvageable was left in the entire area and he moved on. This was the way planet purging should be done, not the Prince's way. Individually terrorizing each civilization was much more entertaining than simply wiping out the entire planet's population with a single blast. However, Radditz's way took to long. Ah, no matter. He had a fight to look forward to, but until then, this next city looked large enough to occupy him for a bit. He checked the sun. Only a few hours had passed since that foolish Namek had made his threat. Radditz continued toward the city.
*****
Gohan woke with a start on his bed. He didn't remember falling asleep, but that wasn't on his mind right now. There was a knot in his stomach and a buzzing in his head that felt slightly familiar, though he couldn't recall ever being sick in his life. On top of this, he also felt an inexplicable, unshakeable feeling of impending doom. How very odd indeed…
Ok, done. God, this took forever, but I finally found the time to type it!!! So how did you like? REVIEW!! Thank you, have a nice day… toodles!
~mysticGohan33~