"GET OUT YOU WORTHLESS CHILD!" His mother screamed. Goten glared at his parents before running off to his room. He had another fight with his parents. His father wanted nothing to do with him and his mother backed up his father. Goten could feel the tears pricking at his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He ran into his room and began to pack. He grabbed his walkman and switched it on. His favorite song echoed through the headphones, one that Goten could relate to.
In the land of dirt and plaster
lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
losing ground and falling faster
into a life that no one should have to live
He pulled the backpack he had packed over his shoulder. He felt a tear slip down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. He opened his window and flew out, heading to his brother's house that lay in the middle of the forest. The music blared out and Goten founded himself mouthing along to the words.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
A sudden pain grabbed Goten's heart, causing him to lose control. With the sudden lost of control in ki, he fell, down to the earth below. Seeing the ground near him, he tried to fly upwards but only succeeded in slowly down his fall. "Shit" He cried, as his body made contact with the ground. Thankfully, he wasn't too far off the ground, so he wasn't too badly hurt. He tried to get up, but the sharp pain in his heart stopped him. He groaned, holding his chest, trying to stop the pain.
behind the fake family image
behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
inside the cage that we've been given
I see an image of the future that we don't have
But as quickly as the pain came, it was gone. He got up, inspecting his body. Nothing seemed wrong. Confused, Goten started walking. He didn't want to risk flying and he was sure his brother's house was somewhere nearby.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
He came to a cliff. One he had never come across before. He could feel a small amount of ki being emitted from the bottom, near the sea. He peered over the edge. He could make a body laying there. Curious, he dropped his bag and climbed down to the bottom.
and what did you expect ... a perfect child
raised by TV sets ... abandoned every mile
we never get respect ... never a fair trial
no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile
He stepped on the rock and immediately regretted it. A sticky red substance stained the rock and Goten was sure it was blood. He looked at the rock covered in blood, then to the body that lay there. He couldn't see who they were and if he knew them because their back was facing them and the ki had disappeared. He stepped over the body to examine it. Surprised, he realized there were two. He flipped both of them over. "Trunks? Pan?" Goten stared at the faces. They both had their eyes closed and both had a smile on their faces. He fell back on his butt.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
His best friend and niece had died. He felt the tears threatening to spill again. He let them this time and they fell freely down his face. He touched the cheek of his friend and the hand of his niece. Cold. He kneeled down, forgetting the blood, and started to cry. Then something hit his face. He grabbed it, before it few away. A piece of paper, with writing in Pan's scrawl. Reading it, Goten smiled. His friends were waiting for him. Charging up a ki blast, he released it into his heart. He dropped down, dead, next to his two best friends. Three friends that grew together, died together. His hand, that had grasped the paper, opened.
"Best friends forever"
In the land of dirt and plaster
lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
losing ground and falling faster
into a life that no one should have to live
He pulled the backpack he had packed over his shoulder. He felt a tear slip down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. He opened his window and flew out, heading to his brother's house that lay in the middle of the forest. The music blared out and Goten founded himself mouthing along to the words.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
A sudden pain grabbed Goten's heart, causing him to lose control. With the sudden lost of control in ki, he fell, down to the earth below. Seeing the ground near him, he tried to fly upwards but only succeeded in slowly down his fall. "Shit" He cried, as his body made contact with the ground. Thankfully, he wasn't too far off the ground, so he wasn't too badly hurt. He tried to get up, but the sharp pain in his heart stopped him. He groaned, holding his chest, trying to stop the pain.
behind the fake family image
behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
inside the cage that we've been given
I see an image of the future that we don't have
But as quickly as the pain came, it was gone. He got up, inspecting his body. Nothing seemed wrong. Confused, Goten started walking. He didn't want to risk flying and he was sure his brother's house was somewhere nearby.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
He came to a cliff. One he had never come across before. He could feel a small amount of ki being emitted from the bottom, near the sea. He peered over the edge. He could make a body laying there. Curious, he dropped his bag and climbed down to the bottom.
and what did you expect ... a perfect child
raised by TV sets ... abandoned every mile
we never get respect ... never a fair trial
no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile
He stepped on the rock and immediately regretted it. A sticky red substance stained the rock and Goten was sure it was blood. He looked at the rock covered in blood, then to the body that lay there. He couldn't see who they were and if he knew them because their back was facing them and the ki had disappeared. He stepped over the body to examine it. Surprised, he realized there were two. He flipped both of them over. "Trunks? Pan?" Goten stared at the faces. They both had their eyes closed and both had a smile on their faces. He fell back on his butt.
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
His best friend and niece had died. He felt the tears threatening to spill again. He let them this time and they fell freely down his face. He touched the cheek of his friend and the hand of his niece. Cold. He kneeled down, forgetting the blood, and started to cry. Then something hit his face. He grabbed it, before it few away. A piece of paper, with writing in Pan's scrawl. Reading it, Goten smiled. His friends were waiting for him. Charging up a ki blast, he released it into his heart. He dropped down, dead, next to his two best friends. Three friends that grew together, died together. His hand, that had grasped the paper, opened.
"Best friends forever"