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Chapter 7 Gohan's Understanding
The next day, Gohan flew to school. He had taken Videl home last night in his 2002 Dodge Dakota Sport. Bulma and Vegeta had gotten it for him on his sixteenth birthday two years ago. She had wanted to get him a little sports car, but Vegeta had forced her to pick a truck for him. At least they both agreed on black. He had put in a CD player stereo and bass and subwoofers. Everyone knew when he was home because his music rumbled the whole compound. His favorite band was always on, Senses Fail.
When he reached West City, he landed in an ally then walked to school, ignoring everyone he passed. He sat down in his classroom in his seat.
"Hey Go-chan!" Erasa bubbled out when the trio came in.
"My name is Son Gohan, I took the time to learn your name, Erasa, please learn mine." He answered coldly, bringing the girl down.
"Sorry Son-Kun." She looked down.
"Never, EVER call me that! I am Son Gohan, not him! I will never be him!" Gohan jumped up yelling.
"Who Gohan?" Videl asked carefully.
"My father! I will never be as good as him! Never!"
His father? Videl thought. Son Goku? She remembered from last night who his father was. Then she had a flash back from the first day Gohan came to school.
"Well where do you come from?" the teacher persisted.
"Dead parents. Where is my seat?"
"No one's comparing you to him Gohan."
"She is." Gohan sneered.
Videl touched his arm, instantly calming him down. "She didn't mean it." Gohan's tail twitched unnoticed around his waist. He sat down and let the rest of the day pass in a repetitive blur. Once the bell rang, Gohan rose from hi seat and walked to the roof.
As he looked over the edge of the building, the sound of Erasa calling him 'Son-Kun' kept ringing through his mind. "I shall never be him. Never as good. I am a failure. A disgrace. A DISGRACE!" Gohan shouted, his tongue easily slipping into his race's language. "A FAILURE!" He took off his wrist weights and looked at his scarred wrists. He picked up his right finger and pressed it to his left wrist. "It is time to stop." He swiftly brought down his hand two inches, using his ki like a blade. Blood started to drip. Gohan didn't make a sound as he repeated the action on the other wrist. He just stood, watching his life's blood fall to the ground. It made designs as it slowly cascaded down his arms. There were little hearts that got lines through them like they were broken and little X's all over. His got a sick pleasure from watching it fall.
"Gohan? GOHAN!" Videl screamed as she realized what was happening as he passed out, falling in a puddle of his own blood.
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