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Summary: 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?
Forgotten Child
Chapter Three: Shattered
An unsympathetic glare of hatred cursed the world from a shattered soul. Wisps of raven hair, darker than the midnight sky, graced a teenage girls head as tears fell solemnly down her face. Harsh veracity hit her as she realized the appalling predicament she had been blighted with. It started out when Cell had been destroyed at the hands of her so-called father. He would constantly yell at her mother and finally the horrid dispute was settled in divorce. Much to her dismay, the young girl had no say in it, and kept quiet in her dark little corner; but one moment changed her life forever.
He shot her mother.
There were stains of crimson blood soaking up the floor, and a strangled cry from her mother was heard. The girl with pools of violet-blue could only stare in distress as cries from her mother filled the house. Her father stood there stunned and wordless at the ghastly deed he had committed. He immediately grabbed her mother's hand and gave her the gun. Sirens and flashes of red-blue blinded the area and the doors pounded open.
Police and paramedics stormed through the house and found the bloodshed scene. Her father instantly explained a faux excuse to save his hide, saying that the mother was emotionally unbalanced and shot herself. Thankfully she was healed, but sent to an institute for the mentally ill and unstable, letting her father gain full custody of her.
The young girl remained mute, not saying a word, as each night when she fell asleep, the scene played over in her head like a movie. Soon enough neglect fell upon the girl making her angry, and lashing out her emotions of self-abuse, when finally she ran away from it all. She escaped her father's clutches and ran to the outside world. That was four years ago.
Videl Amber Satan was no more a slave to lies.
The transparent tears from heaven had yet to decease from their unrelenting endeavor. One by one, the rain had fallen bluntly, making Gohan angrier each moment. He couldn't believe he was being watched over like some child. The very thought made the teenager growl with revulsion. Why were people just now noticing him? Just because he had grown out of a naïve stage in his life, and into a ruthless warrior, didn't mean he had to be gazed at like a mere child!
His former sensei and enemy had been spying on him quite carefully over the past couple of months. Gohan's power level had risen to extreme expectations and his aura had been blue, but now turned dark, like his broken psyche. Why hadn't they just kept him in utter disregard like the others had? Instead of paying attention to him, why hadn't they just watched that infant who is proclaimed to be his brother?
It didn't make sense to Gohan anymore, and ended up giving him a deep ache within his mind and heart. He hadn't turn to such things of suicide like some pitiful humans, but it didn't mean he hadn't tried. Slicing a dagger across his wrist wouldn't let him be greeted by blood, but faint red marks. No matter how hard he tried, he would not get to bleed out his life and sins that he was blessed with.
"Infidels, think they can try and chum up to me," he spat cruelly, "They have another thing coming. Since a child, I had done nothing but live up to people's dreams. I tried to reach an impossible goal of perfection but ended up with failure and deceit. They're all against me, all of them. There is nothing good in this world but the acid rain to burn away all salvation."
It had been a couple of hours since he last blew off Vegeta with that illuminating beam from the sun and escaped. He was now smart enough to wear a Ki necklace, so it wouldn't be traced so easily, even for his Saiyan powers. Gohan walked around in that damp abyss of the caves entrance while watching his atmosphere become of the weather. It was as if he was the element, and it was he. His gloomy disposition made the happiest person into a somber condition of the utmost depression.
The night's shawl was beginning to take over the sky and consume it into darkness. Gohan watched as pieces of broken crystal shone in the sinister void, yet the heavens remained trembling while sending off descended tear shed. He then sat on the cold floor, staring into the drops of water that fell, and thought of the trails and tribulations he was meant to fight. Not one person in the world knew how Gohan felt, because no one had his gift or anger.
"When pain is all you feel," he whispered, as pale wetness was present on his face.
It wasn't the rain.
"Bloody idiot," Vegeta growled viciously while blinking rapidly in the gravity room. After the insane flash, he had searched anywhere for a ki of Gohan's standard, but only found those imbeciles whom fought for the world, also known as the worlds Special Forces. "The green bean is going to kill me for this."
Over the years, Vegeta and Piccolo noticed a tremendous amount of energy and darkness overwhelmed Gohan. In other words, it frightened them, so they began watching the teenager in secluded areas, but he lost him. In a matter of minutes the hinges of the door were ripped open and in walked in a Namek, with his cape gliding on the back of him.
"Where. Is. He?" Piccolo hissed while glaring at the Saiyan king.
"Gone," Vegeta bluntly spat.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"The damn kid used that solar flare attack on me, and fled off. I've been searching for his energy, but it seems he thought ahead and but a Ki shield or charm."
Piccolo grabbed his head and growled in frustration, "This is bad."
"Oh really? I thought it was quite splendid," Vegeta sarcastically stated, then turned serious. "It is a bad time for this to happen. This is the time when a Saiyan teenager will do anything he pleases, from taking lives, to giving them. It is called the Angstica Cermonium; He who controls his own fate in Vegetasei."
"So you're saying?"
"What I am saying to you Namek is that, since he is Saiyan, half at that matter, this is the most destructive period of time he is feeling. Since he is also inconsiderate to this planet, we should watch out for sheer obliteration."
Memories of the past shattered into tiny pieces.
She was drenched as she continued her journey through the mountains, to her little home. It was only a matter of time until the mute teenager met her destination. Water cascaded down her body, and yet she didn't care. Life presumed to be as miserable as it began, but each time, tearing her heart to pieces, one by one.
Videl was unknown by the outside world because she kept everything inside. No one knew who she was, or what she had to go through. They didn't know her father almost murdered her mother, and took credit for saving the world. No one knew of the awful things she went through every night as she tried to ease her pain.
That was just it, no one would know. Her hair was longer, almost to her waist, and those eyes of blue were now a deep violet. Those were the eyes deeper than the soul lies. So witty and callous at the same. Brilliant.
She thought of the unkindly dilemma she was encountered with. Videl loved her mother dearly, and saw her every day in her heart, mind, and pictures she had taken, like she was never stolen from her. Though her father did such things to her mother, she couldn't help but feel a little love for him, yet hated him the same. Her mind overwhelmed her with such foolish things. You couldn't love something you hate right?
Why would the person you love, do such evil things? Why do the prettiest people do the ugliest things? It was just so wrong in this society of diversity, and it scared Videl. She was now sixteen, and had been recommencing her life slowly, while getting on her own. Catching fish, selling fruit, and making herbal healing medicine, earned money, and she bought clothes in nearby villages. She was like that since the age of twelve.
The teenager finally came to her home and was greeted with warmth. She wrapped one of her towels around her and shivered while starting a fire. Videl traced through her items and stared at a picture of her family. A five-year-old her on her dad's shoulders, his arms wrapped around her mother's waist, and their one golden retriever puppy-Sora.
Perfection was only so far away.
Kat: Hello guys No I haven't forgotten my story at all! I would NEVER do that, since this story has my full potential and all. I just have all this school, family problems, and such things that I have to live with --. I will defin. Finish this story, so don't you worry! How did you like my portrayal of Videl? New isn't it? A little realistic?
I appreciate a LOT on the reviews Means so much to me, really! I just wish I was good enough for you guys L I mean, my stories aren't even deserving to be on your guy's favorite lists!
Shadow Obscurity: I know isn't it? So denial, poor Gohan.
Tempest Dragon: Of course Videl is in this story! If she weren't it wouldn't be in the section lol but yeah, not a good story without her angst side.
GeminiDragon: I know, hate where I ended it too lol
Frying Pan of DOOM: AH yes, my infamous reviewer Hello again. You like to ask a lot of questions but I'm not going to reveal stuff like that, too bad J.