Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
Summary: Gohan can't help but think he's the lonely and forgotten child after Goku's demise and Goten's birth, no one pay's attention to the lonely boy. Now after years of suffering, how can the boy forgive and forget?
Authors Note: Ever since Fanfiction.net banned off the double spacing in new chapters and stories, my chapters will seem shorter --' sorry.
Forgotten Child
Chapter Two: Ruthless
The artic wind blew harshly as a storm was approaching. Shameless neglect summoned upon the world as all forgot the dramatic events that happened after the horrid ordeal with Cell. The depths of a child's loneliness remained untouched as he gazed bluntly by a rivers edge, skimming his hand across the freezing water.
Not the slightest twitch ran through his body as the below zero water pricked his subtle skin. He had his usual look of bitterness and suddenly plunged into the icy crystalline, remaining shielded from the worlds betrayal. All his memories drowned into the water as he did, and not a thought of disregard remained. All he wanted was time alone, but he got plenty of that.
After reaching the bottom of the lake, he stood there motionless. His head tilted up to the rippling, glassy surface and started into the morning sun. Boredom overtook his ruthless persona, and he began to swim up to the peak of the water. Dawn had broken his moment, and now was time to go home. Gohan floated out of the water and began to walk away from the icy peril, and into the wind with the artic water still dripping from upon him.
He trudged roughly with a cold glare he withheld for so long became part of him. Gohan's memories hit him again, haunting him, while killing the teenager softly. Nothing would relieve his corruption that tainted his innocent mind, because now, that precious mind has been locked away in a small box that never shall be opened. No matter how much his naïve sense in his heart tried to break free, the pain would still fill the constant gap. It was like a human catching a virus that couldn't be fought. Even if you get shots or take medicine, the cells will still give you a cold.
As Gohan isolated himself from the world of his family and friends, his mind grew heavier, and even though he had a shattered life of neglect, a glimmer of a little boy cries within his screaming soul. The world of shame he once knew turned into nothing but a piece of trash.
He came face to face with his childhood home, and he grimaced. A look of pure abhorrence sprawled upon his emotionless façade and he merely stepped up to the home of loneliness. Gohan opened up the door and walked in briskly and passed his mother and little brother without a word.
Chichi stared at her eldest son while feeding her youngest some mashed peas. Without a single word, she turned her attention back towards Goten. Gohan grew up over the passed couple of months, but something matured quicker than anything else, his childhood.
It was raining again. The tiny drops of rain pounded against his window softly, but tapped harder are time went on. He turned his head and stared blankly at a dull black wall, which resembled the endless void of hell. Gohan stared deeply into the wall, almost thriving for it to open and swallow him into oblivion. He wished deeply for the world's destruction so he could cease to live in this non-existent life of disregard.
The teenager gave a sharp eye to the world's pathetic gossip and news so he could realize if something were to occur. Maybe the moon would be shifted and the tides of the oceans would be disrupted, or maybe that damn Z-team would stop the disaster. Or with luck, a series of asteroids would finally hit the planet, but the Z-team would interrupt once more.
Gohan snorted.
Sadistic morons. All of them. He could care less if he were gone.
His abyss filled eyes shifted to the mirror on the other side of his chamber. An intense rush of pure imagination hit him, as a traumatic memory escaped is cluttered mind. A twinge of pain staged his heart as his childhood flashed before his eyes. Gohan's softened for a moment, but then harsh reality hit him in a split second.
The adolescent got up from his position and stared into the rain. He yearned to be one of those drops that did nothing but fall up and fly up, not worrying about one single thing. Slowly creeping up from his bed, he advanced his steps towards the window and unlocked the latch. It was then he slithered out from the window and felt the cool drops of rain onto his once dry body. In a matter of seconds he was completely drenched with the sinful water.
Gohan slowly crept away from the home he was raised in, but looked at it for a moment. It seemed day by day he spent less time into the house, only slept a couple of hours then stayed in the forest. Now for example, not even a half an hour ago had passed since he stepped into the house when he returned from the forest.
He shrugged once more while resisting the urge to roll his eyes…admitting bitter emotions to yourself was the first sign of insanity, and he couldn't have that now, could he?
The earth beneath Gohan's feet sank like quick sand. It was squishy, and mud already ran up his training gi, staining it nastily. He just kept marching like the ruthless soldier he was signed to be. Forgotten and faithless, the two words that seemed to be his characteristics, never to be noticed or given hope. Everyone in the world was either created to give him a hard time or ignore him, one of the two.
While cluttered in his thoughts, something in his mind snapped. There was someone here, someone watching him. His head turned to his side and he squinted his eyes lightly and felt around for an energy signal. He grunted and waved his hand as if he didn't care.
"Vegeta," he whispered monotonously.
The Saiyan prince himself stepped out from the shaded area and walked towards Gohan with the same emotionless persona. "What are you doing out here."
"What I do is no concern or business of yours," stated Gohan bitterly.
Vegeta glared down at Gohan, though had no intentions of provoking the teenager. "Don't get smart with me kid."
"Don't have to Vegeta," he said icily, "there is no need among Saiyan's, am I right?"
He rolled his eyes and leaned against a dead looking tree. "As I said, what are you doing here?"
Gohan raised an eyebrow in an amused way, "Well considering this is near my home." He then started to walk away from Vegeta, but turned around just as quickly. "The real question is however, what are you doing here?"
"Oh I'm simply enduring this pleasant weather," said the prince sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing kid? I'm simply here to see you."
"See me as in you need someone to beat around, or see me as in say hi and ignore me?" Gohan asked bluntly while facing the sky and abiding the rain. "I seem to be good at being invisible, maybe I have a new power."
"What are you getting at kid?"
"Nothing," he said softly, "You wouldn't understand."
"More than you'll ever know kid," Vegeta whispered while getting into an upright position from his slouching.
Gohan rolled his eyes and broke into his unsympathetic mode of life. "Now why would you be here to see me?"
"No I don't want to fight you, which is a surprise, and no again, I'm not here to ignore you," sighed Vegeta dully with a scowl, "I'm here to acknowledge in a way."
"Meaning…"
"To watch you idiot," Vegeta snorted while sitting down on a rock. "I thought you were smart."
Gohan glared menacingly at Vegeta and growled, "You're here to watch over me?"
"I thought we just went over this."
The boy ignored his comment and advanced his steps angrily. "So your telling me the power levels I have been feeling were just you?! WHO ELSE?"
"The green bean and I, that's all," he growled lightly. "Calm down damnit!"
"What are you now my personal guards?!" Gohan spat hatefully. A look of malice then spread across his face and he roared, "WHY THE HELL AM I BEING GUARDED?!"
Vegeta glared at Gohan and felt the energy of the young warrior rising to a peak, "Look kid calm down…"
"No Vegeta, I don't think so," Gohan growled maliciously. "Since I'm obviously interesting to watch, how about watching this!"
And with that came a flash of a solar flare. A blinding light came within and Gohan escaped once more. He was forgotten and would always be that way, no matter what.