Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
A/N: Again, please enjoy.
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Ebony discerning eyes eyed their surroundings warily. He was in an office, but it didn't exactly look normal. Only a gold, mellow light coming through creamy curtains lighted the small, homey office. Books and papers were scattered every which way along the cheery oak desk and around the metal garbage bin on the floor. The walls were lined with volumes upon volumes of books, ancient and new. Green, healthy plants also decorated the room in several places. But it didn't fool the mind behind those eyes for a minute. The office was designed to look inviting to intimidated "guests;" Calm and homey, instead of those fluorescent white offices that are typical for typical doctors.
However, this wasn't a typical office. And that graying, slightly chubby man behind that desk smiling at him was no typical doctor.
Goku coughed and looked away from those smiling, accusing eyes down at the royal red-carpeted floor. "Mr. Son, please look at me," came the gruff, kind voice. His eyes guiltily strayed up to those gold-rimmed glasses. "Thank you, Mr. Son."
With a huff, the doctor lifted himself up from his wearied leather chair and came up by the side of the desk, leaning on his left arm, looking down on the seated saiyajin. "Are you aware of why you're here, Mr. Son?"
Goku frowned, "Will you stop calling me that?"
"Alright," the doctor said quickly, putting up his hands in a slight calming position, "is Goku better?"
The saiyajin sighed, letting his eyes stray again. "Yeah sure."
"Goku, please keep your eyes on me." This time his eyes went to the pipe stained tweed sweater. "My face, Goku, please." Unwillingly, the young man did so.
"Good, Goku. Now, do you know why you're here?"
Goku stared defiantly into those eyes. "I was mentally unstable. I had traumatic dreams about a demon that doesn't exist."
"And do you think that you're progressing, Goku?"
The saiyajin bobbed his head slightly, "Yes, Dr. Sullivan-"
"It's Gil please, Goku."
This was getting really annoying, really fast. With a deep breath, he calmed himself and repeated, "Gil, I do believe that I am improving. I believe that I was actually crazy. And I don't have those dreams anymore."
Dr. Sullivan nodded his head slightly and folded his arms, making a slight, "Hmm," noise. His hand went to a notepad on the desk to scribble down some notes. Goku's ebony eyes went to that hand.
Gil said offhandedly, "Goku, eyes on me please."
The saiyajin patiently waited as the doctor finished up his writing. Those wrinkled hands folded together onto his lap while he leaned more of his body weight on the wooden desk. The goateed face looked up from his notepad and said calmly, "Goku, despite what your friends say about you, I believe that you are a very intelligent man. I also believe that you are capable of bullshitting everything that you just said to me."
Goku's eyes widened and he protested, his disbelief clearly apparent. "But Doctor! I've already been here for six fucking months, dammit!"
"Please refrain from using language like that."
However, the plea was easily ignored. "God-dammit, my wife is going to give birth next month! It's our first child! I have to be there for her!"
With a bearing presence the doctor stood up and said angrily, "Mr. Son, I'm afraid that in order for you to be there for someone, you have to be there for yourself first! And as I've heard, contrary to what you've just told me, your nightmares are becoming much more violent!"
Suddenly, Dr. Sullivan had the look of a defeated man, looking at one of his most utmost failures. He said quietly, "I know that I told you that you'd be out of here soon if you just worked with our people, but your mind simply isn't stable enough for us to allow you to go back out there. In fact, it looks like it's deteriorating. Now, I'm sorry, but it just isn't safe for you, your wife, or your child to have you out there in your condition... I'm extending your time for another two months."
Goku stared at the doctor in horror; then he felt his violent fury and rage boiling to the surface. "You..." he hissed, "you BASTARD! I can get better! I work with your people every fucking day, dammit! I just need a little bit more time-"
"Which is why your time here is extended," Dr. Sullivan said calmly, going back behind his desk. "Please leave my office. Jake and Bill will accompany you back to your room. Good day, Mr. Son."
Goku stood where he was, glaring defiantly at the doctor. Gil looked up from his scattered work and nodded towards the door. "You can leave now, Mr. Son."
The saiyajin finally just growled in angry frustration and barged out of the office only to be greeted by obnoxious fluorescent white lights. Two nearly identical blond attendants were also waiting for him. Jake winced as the door was slammed shut. "I take it that didn't go so well?"
Goku muttered, "My time got extended."
Both attendants looked at each other warily. The green eyed Bill said in a semi-sympathetic tone, "Well, it's for the best."
The saiyajin slowly shook his head as they started walking back to his room through the sterilized white hallways. "Please, Bill. Are you saying that because you think it or because it's part of your job?"
"You do have to admit you are dangerous when you have those dreams," the blue-eyed Jake said a little icily. "Mike's hand still hasn't healed right from when he tried to wake you."
With a sigh, the saiyajin nodded. He couldn't refute that. For the last five months he would wake up from his nightmares on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. His cell was still flowered with bloody handprints and splattered rose rings. It still wasn't as bad as what was actually in the dreams, Goku thought darkly.
Taking the young man out of his brooding thoughts, Jake put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "Look, Goku. All you need to do is get rid of those nightmares. It's mind over matter! Then you'll be all set."
By then they had reached Goku's cell door, D-392. They opened the door only to be greeted by the overwhelming stench of blood. Instantly hands went up to cover noses. Bill said nasally, "Ugh, maintenance didn't take care of his room yet. Goku maybe you want to-"
The saiyajin sighed, "I'm fine," walking into the crimson room. He lied down on the bed, which, ironically, was the only place in the room that wasn't covered in blood. A loud clap rang through the room and he was left alone.
Staring out through the metal bars in his window he muttered to himself, "Mind over matter, huh? If only it was that simple." He flopped himself over to face the door, only to have his blood turn cold.
A note was written on the door in his blood, its letters still dripping, and it spoke a gruesome message.
'I shall visit you tonight, my love.'
A ball of panic welled up in Goku's heart. No! NO! This couldn't be true! It wasn't real! Vegeta, youkai no ou, was not real! He went to the door and hastily wiped it away with the front of his robe, erasing its entire coherency. "Bastard," he whispered. "Leave me the hell alone, Vegeta!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
That was the cry of pure anguish that Jake and Bill heard as they rushed to D-392.
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A/N: I'm in the middle of the next chapter already, so it will be up soon.
A/N: Again, please enjoy.
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Ebony discerning eyes eyed their surroundings warily. He was in an office, but it didn't exactly look normal. Only a gold, mellow light coming through creamy curtains lighted the small, homey office. Books and papers were scattered every which way along the cheery oak desk and around the metal garbage bin on the floor. The walls were lined with volumes upon volumes of books, ancient and new. Green, healthy plants also decorated the room in several places. But it didn't fool the mind behind those eyes for a minute. The office was designed to look inviting to intimidated "guests;" Calm and homey, instead of those fluorescent white offices that are typical for typical doctors.
However, this wasn't a typical office. And that graying, slightly chubby man behind that desk smiling at him was no typical doctor.
Goku coughed and looked away from those smiling, accusing eyes down at the royal red-carpeted floor. "Mr. Son, please look at me," came the gruff, kind voice. His eyes guiltily strayed up to those gold-rimmed glasses. "Thank you, Mr. Son."
With a huff, the doctor lifted himself up from his wearied leather chair and came up by the side of the desk, leaning on his left arm, looking down on the seated saiyajin. "Are you aware of why you're here, Mr. Son?"
Goku frowned, "Will you stop calling me that?"
"Alright," the doctor said quickly, putting up his hands in a slight calming position, "is Goku better?"
The saiyajin sighed, letting his eyes stray again. "Yeah sure."
"Goku, please keep your eyes on me." This time his eyes went to the pipe stained tweed sweater. "My face, Goku, please." Unwillingly, the young man did so.
"Good, Goku. Now, do you know why you're here?"
Goku stared defiantly into those eyes. "I was mentally unstable. I had traumatic dreams about a demon that doesn't exist."
"And do you think that you're progressing, Goku?"
The saiyajin bobbed his head slightly, "Yes, Dr. Sullivan-"
"It's Gil please, Goku."
This was getting really annoying, really fast. With a deep breath, he calmed himself and repeated, "Gil, I do believe that I am improving. I believe that I was actually crazy. And I don't have those dreams anymore."
Dr. Sullivan nodded his head slightly and folded his arms, making a slight, "Hmm," noise. His hand went to a notepad on the desk to scribble down some notes. Goku's ebony eyes went to that hand.
Gil said offhandedly, "Goku, eyes on me please."
The saiyajin patiently waited as the doctor finished up his writing. Those wrinkled hands folded together onto his lap while he leaned more of his body weight on the wooden desk. The goateed face looked up from his notepad and said calmly, "Goku, despite what your friends say about you, I believe that you are a very intelligent man. I also believe that you are capable of bullshitting everything that you just said to me."
Goku's eyes widened and he protested, his disbelief clearly apparent. "But Doctor! I've already been here for six fucking months, dammit!"
"Please refrain from using language like that."
However, the plea was easily ignored. "God-dammit, my wife is going to give birth next month! It's our first child! I have to be there for her!"
With a bearing presence the doctor stood up and said angrily, "Mr. Son, I'm afraid that in order for you to be there for someone, you have to be there for yourself first! And as I've heard, contrary to what you've just told me, your nightmares are becoming much more violent!"
Suddenly, Dr. Sullivan had the look of a defeated man, looking at one of his most utmost failures. He said quietly, "I know that I told you that you'd be out of here soon if you just worked with our people, but your mind simply isn't stable enough for us to allow you to go back out there. In fact, it looks like it's deteriorating. Now, I'm sorry, but it just isn't safe for you, your wife, or your child to have you out there in your condition... I'm extending your time for another two months."
Goku stared at the doctor in horror; then he felt his violent fury and rage boiling to the surface. "You..." he hissed, "you BASTARD! I can get better! I work with your people every fucking day, dammit! I just need a little bit more time-"
"Which is why your time here is extended," Dr. Sullivan said calmly, going back behind his desk. "Please leave my office. Jake and Bill will accompany you back to your room. Good day, Mr. Son."
Goku stood where he was, glaring defiantly at the doctor. Gil looked up from his scattered work and nodded towards the door. "You can leave now, Mr. Son."
The saiyajin finally just growled in angry frustration and barged out of the office only to be greeted by obnoxious fluorescent white lights. Two nearly identical blond attendants were also waiting for him. Jake winced as the door was slammed shut. "I take it that didn't go so well?"
Goku muttered, "My time got extended."
Both attendants looked at each other warily. The green eyed Bill said in a semi-sympathetic tone, "Well, it's for the best."
The saiyajin slowly shook his head as they started walking back to his room through the sterilized white hallways. "Please, Bill. Are you saying that because you think it or because it's part of your job?"
"You do have to admit you are dangerous when you have those dreams," the blue-eyed Jake said a little icily. "Mike's hand still hasn't healed right from when he tried to wake you."
With a sigh, the saiyajin nodded. He couldn't refute that. For the last five months he would wake up from his nightmares on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. His cell was still flowered with bloody handprints and splattered rose rings. It still wasn't as bad as what was actually in the dreams, Goku thought darkly.
Taking the young man out of his brooding thoughts, Jake put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "Look, Goku. All you need to do is get rid of those nightmares. It's mind over matter! Then you'll be all set."
By then they had reached Goku's cell door, D-392. They opened the door only to be greeted by the overwhelming stench of blood. Instantly hands went up to cover noses. Bill said nasally, "Ugh, maintenance didn't take care of his room yet. Goku maybe you want to-"
The saiyajin sighed, "I'm fine," walking into the crimson room. He lied down on the bed, which, ironically, was the only place in the room that wasn't covered in blood. A loud clap rang through the room and he was left alone.
Staring out through the metal bars in his window he muttered to himself, "Mind over matter, huh? If only it was that simple." He flopped himself over to face the door, only to have his blood turn cold.
A note was written on the door in his blood, its letters still dripping, and it spoke a gruesome message.
'I shall visit you tonight, my love.'
A ball of panic welled up in Goku's heart. No! NO! This couldn't be true! It wasn't real! Vegeta, youkai no ou, was not real! He went to the door and hastily wiped it away with the front of his robe, erasing its entire coherency. "Bastard," he whispered. "Leave me the hell alone, Vegeta!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
That was the cry of pure anguish that Jake and Bill heard as they rushed to D-392.
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A/N: I'm in the middle of the next chapter already, so it will be up soon.