Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
Whenever I think about it, I freeze up. What if I'm supposed to be married? What if I was supposed to choose? Oh, come on, Goku, pull yourself together. What if…What if…What if you had tits? Then you'd be a woman. Come on, you'll have to choose. God damn, I don't even know myself. Everybody is always talking about me like I'm some sort of super hero.
I've only saved the universe a dozen times, often with the help of others. Guess I'll have to do what I do whenever I get a problem I can't solve. Pig out and fall asleep on the couch.
After having cleaned the fridge of edible things and collapsing on the coach I fall asleep. Oh damn, not this dream again. Dreams of me running through fields of flowers, bunnies with fluffy tails and fuzzy animals, I wake up with a wet face. Guess I've been crying again.
Well that's normal when your wife ran off with the top scientist of Capsule Corp. sigh Chi-Chi and Bulma, God damn, what I have done to deserve this. I thought, I got over that, after fourteen years. But I guess the wounds will never heal, new scars cover where the old ones are.
Every night I watch TV and fall asleep in front of it. God damn that's embarrassing. I know, I'll take dancing lessons.
Jazz, Modern Dance, Salsa, Breakdacing, Hip Hop … Man, so many choices, I think as I sit in front of the registration form. These days I wish I had a computer and knew how to use it. Then I wouldn't have to come here. We just get on the net and click around. Type in some words and voila, it's done! But nooooooooooooooooo. Every god damn penny went to Gohan, not that that's a bad thing or anything. He turned out fine, a teacher. Thanks to Gohan, Goten is still so dumb.
But I never got to live.
TBC