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Edit: July 18, 2008: ShadowMajin pointed out errors! Thanks!!
Sinful
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter Seven: Human
Human: a : having human form or attributes b : susceptible to or representative of the sympathies and frailties of human nature
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It became normal. Waking up into a dark room. Nightmares diminished. Though, finding him beside her or not wasn't so easy to predict. Some days he woke up later than others. Videl glanced to the side finding it unoccupied. No Gohan. The young woman wanted to smile, but instead she frowned from her sheer curiosity. Struggling, Videl got up and headed to the bathroom.
She entered and walked down the small aisle. The messy-haired female found Gohan shirtless (as usual like all mornings and nights), with water splattered on his face. The liquid droplets leaked down slowly with his form bent downward. Although his back was towards her, Videl could see he had a disappointed frown on.
Approaching with caution, Videl continued to watch Gohan as he looked upon his handsome yet sad reflection. She decided not to comment particularly on his expression, but she couldn't help but poke fun at him.
"Gohan, I never knew you were so vain," she spoke, not giving him eye contact. Instead her eyes were fixated on her hair as her slender fingers strained to pull out the hair tie that was tangled in her hair. It became bothersome.
His eyes flitted to her reflection and he did not smile, which followed his normal behaviour. For a moment, he ignored her and splashed cold water on his face again. Water trailed down his youthful face and he was fixated with it. His index finger traced his scar. In response his eyes narrowed as if he was feeling some sort of pain. When Videl glanced back at his reflection and saw the look on his face, she thought maybe he was feeling his scars reopening memories locked deep within his being.
The human-lady shook her head. She didn't bother to ask. For one, her concern would probably be useless because he'd probably say it's nothing. She didn't want to put up with his macho-crap, especially since she was too busy and frustrated in trying to get the hair tie out without resorting to cut her beautiful hair.
Gohan heard her soft, "Auhh!" and weak cursing. Finally he threw his attention at her by turning around to face her. She didn't seem to notice his never-ending stare until he walked to her and reached for her hair.
Immediately Videl pulled away and stared at him as if he was a big bad monster. "Gohan, don't touch my hair!" she warned sternly. Once she saw him relax a bit and come out of his very irritating-serious mood, she lowered her hands and explained. "I don't want you to rip it out—or cut my hair." Videl never liked his grim mood, a part of her feared seeing him so ominous. Sometimes Videl thought he was always trying to come up with new ways to kill people.
Gohan didn't say anything as he grabbed one of her wrists with his right hand. While she protested, he brought her to one of the shiny sinks and told her to turn around. Hesitantly she obeyed but for safety-sake she turned at a ninety-degree angle from the mirror. This way she could see what he was doing.
Videl carefully watched him like a hawk with arms raised (just in case she had to stop him). He turned on the tap and waited. He put his fingers under the flowing water many times before it was at a tolerable, pleasant temperature for a human. Then he cupped his hand, captured the water, and spilled it onto her hair in the area where the elastic would refuse to come out. He repeated this about ten times before actually trying to take it out himself.
Instantly she closed one of her eyes, expecting pain for when he would pull her hair. And it would be that time that she would have protested and screamed at him. Instead he was surprisingly gentle, taking his sweet time to do that task. Videl felt the occasional tugs, but she was still shocked at his show of tenderness and care. At first, she felt special in some odd way—but then it only produced suspicion for him.
After what seemed like over ten minutes, Gohan finally got her white hair elastic out and he got it out without ripping any of her hair. Her lips parted in astonishment. Without a word, he placed it in her tiny delicate hand.
Oh, they were so small and delicate. They contrasted so much with his. His hands were rough, big, and strong; hands that did labour. Hers… hers were soft, small and weak; hands that never did real physical work—especially not what he has ever done. As the days passed, he was beginning to understand how much they differed. The way they grew up, their customs, their morals, and even their species type were different. Only one of the very few things that they shared in common was their spirit for fighting.
Videl tilted her head to the side as his stare was upon her. This time his attention was on her hands, slowly trailing up to her face. She never knew why he did it… never knew what was going inside of his head. And it frustrated her.
Videl sang out, "Thank you Gohan," and clasped onto her elastic. When she saw his dark, now warmer eyes, shift to another sight, which were her eyes, she smiled. "That's better."
Gohan smirked at her, catching onto her happy mood. Getting her hair out of a mess couldn't be the only reason why. "Why are you so content?" he asked in a low voice, standing back more casually.
She grinned, baring her teeth. For the days gone by, she got use to the way he saw through her. She accepted that he paid attention to her, which itself was frankly flattering. "Seven days passed," Videl exclaimed happily with glittering eyes. Those were the same eyes that Gohan liked. They had spirit; except it intrigued him that happiness can cause this form of spirit.
"So what?"
Videl almost face faulted as she hoped that he would catch on. But then again, it was Gohan. She sighed and combed her hair with her fingers. "My period is over."
Gohan's smirked dulled a bit, gradually waiting for those words to sink in. Then he smiled. "Finally," he muttered.
Videl frowned. She would miss his extra company and care—and even weird way of being nice. "I hope you'll still be kind to me," she confessed quietly.
Gohan rolled his eyes—a habit that he picked up from his future mate. He crossed his arms, trying to ignore her pout. Until he heard her say, "That's how friends are supposed to be—the way we were those last few days. Watching movies at night, eating junk food, playing video games… I don't wanna lose all that." He slightly winced from her convincing tone that she was using. When he took a good look at her, and saw her weakness—her unshed tears—he submitted. After all it wasn't that bad playing virtual games, watching fascinating action films, eating chocolate—yummy chocolate—and extra salty foods. Videl was successful in showing him what else was out there, even if it were bad habits. Besides Gohan could always burn those extra calories. He wouldn't admit it, but he was beginning to take a liking to some Earth customs and inventions.
Heh. That woman knew what she was doing. And he didn't even see it coming.
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A considerably old man with a long head topped by a dark hat walked in the warm halls of Gohan's house. A small smirk was within the many lines of his wrinkled face as he proceeded to the younger Saiyan's kitchen where he hoped to find Gohan. As he neared and neared the main, generously large kitchen, his bony, skeletal-like fingers clutched tighter onto a long coiled paper in his right hand. When he finally got there, which only took less than a minute by his quick stride he saw the girl. He frowned.
Her head was stuck in the fridge as her round rear swayed side to side rhythmically. When she pulled out various meats, condiments, vegetables, the old man saw her portrait. She had a petite, pretty nose with nice proportional lips. Her eyes were a lively blue-purple colour, matching delightfully well with her dark, silky hair. As he continued to examine her, he noticed her curves of muscles and the curves from being a female. As far as he could see, as she was in sports bra and teal jogging pants, she was a tasty piece of meat. He weakly grunted before an amused grin played on his face. "So the boy is actually taking care of her," he said to himself, and the voice inside his head sounded amazed.
Videl waltzed to the kitchen's island counter; both of her eyes concentrated on the food as she created a sandwich. She continued to sway her hips side to side to the music ringing in her ears. As the song ended she became aware of her surroundings but was not attentive enough to sense an old man watching her.
He made a move to be noticed by innocently putting his hand on her shoulder. The old man expected her to scream or jump. Instead she fought. It was her reflexes. He caught her elbow; he twisted her around in one swift movement, using her force against her. Once she faced him, he grabbed her throat and pulled her up onto the counter to sit beside the half made sandwich.
"What the hell?" was the question that streamed through her mind.
Vide struggled to break free from his grip. Her eyes narrowed down at him menacingly, deciding to use her youthful flexibility to her advantage. Fighting to scream and call for help, not like she was able to scream with his hand on her throat, she swung herself forward. She was able to wrap her left leg around his cold neck, and pounded her right knee into his stomach. With her free hands, she raked into his flesh before looking for his thumb to bend back. In minutes she was free, retreating to the other side of the room. At the same time she rubbed her throat, recovered, and stared at this stranger with some hatred. Videl almost cursed when she saw him so calm. The way he acted was like she made no damage, which irritated and enraged her.
The old man showed off a toothy grin, revealing his fake pearly white dentures. "Where's Gohan?" he demanded. He was impressed with her.
Videl straightened herself up to be more assertive. She didn't like the way he was staring at her. It was like Gohan, but more devious and more on the lecherous side. She shuddered slightly, shaking her head at him. Maybe she was hallucinating. Young women and old men were never a good mix. "Who are you?"
The old man smiled at her without displaying his teeth. "Tell him it is Dr. Gero." His smile only sharpened more forcefully when she eyed him. On the other hand, her stubbornness could be annoying. Raditz had a right to be concerned.
He watched her leave the kitchen, still eyeing him, but departing to meet his demand. Gero's smile slowly slipped away when she was out of her sight. Sitting on a stool, he unrolled the paper, which looked like a map, or diagram, with familiar faces. One caught his attention, one of Yamcha with the 'X' on his face. The smile didn't come back yet.
"Okay, that guy was freaky," Videl said once Gohan returned to the room that they shared. Gero was now the target of Videl's suspicion. It bothered her to encounter such a man, especially since Gohan demanded that she stayed upstairs.
Gohan sat beside her on the bed, setting the tray between them. "I got Salina to finish your sandwich." He didn't intentionally try to change the subject.
Videl took it nonchalantly, though her jaw dropped slightly when she saw that her sandwich was missing a big chunk. "I thank you for checking if the sandwich was poisonous, but you didn't have to eat this much." She glared at him.
He simply shrugged, trying hard to hide his smirk. He fell back onto the bed while she ate. "Gero is my father's partner. Sort of. He's the guy who makes the androids for us. Actually, he makes a lot of stuff for us," the hybrid soon explained, while he watched his brown tail slither up and sway side to side. It reminded him of a snake responding to a flute. With his attention diverted away from Videl, he didn't notice her scowl and immense dislike for the old man.
Uneasily she shifted, swallowing hard on her food. "And what does that have anything to do with you?"
Gohan looked at her and blinked. His hands were now nestled under his head, surprisingly not angered with her curiosity. "I work for him sometimes."
"Work?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Sell his androids. Help him make the androids. Stuff like that. But don't worry he won't bother you anymore. I would have cracked his artificial skull if he hadn't told me you're the one who tried to elbow him first." She appreciated Gohan's concern to look out for her, even if he was being possessive. However, she wasn't going to express her gratitude anytime soon.
With a closed mouth, her tongue licked over her teeth to ensure that food didn't get stuck in her teeth. At the same time, she rolled her eyes and sarcastically stated, "And is killing people part of the job?"
"Sometimes."
She stiffened. "Is it for his amusement, Raditz's or yours?"
Gohan smiled at this question and sat up to meet her piercing gaze. "All three," he whispered, waiting for her to react negatively.
"Really?" Videl countered back, hoping he had something else to say.
"Actually, my father is more perverse, encouraging me to kill. Gero is subtler about it. But I think that's why they get along so well. I on the other hand…" he halted, trying to gather his thoughts to make sense. "I don't know what happiness is, really. So saying that I enjoy killing could be a lie."
"So you just do it?" Videl croaked, waiting for her fear for him to gradually fade away.
The male shrugged slightly, looking away from her, at the door. "Yeah. Something like that I suppose… It doesn't make me feel bad or really good. All I get is power." A pause. "But… power does feel good, only when the opponent is worth it."
Somehow her curiosity wasn't quenched. "When did you start…er… doing that?" she asked slowly, finding him more curious and mysterious before.
"Since I could remember…" came his somewhat distant reply.
She saw it again. His sudden and brief flash of—well—she always called it sadness. It wasn't it, but it was the first word that came into mind. Videl decided to stop prying. His sudden lack of attention towards her, or anything in this room, deterred her.
"Hey, how about we continue our training." Instantly his eyes flashed to her, watching her slip on a t-shirt.
He slowly smiled at her eagerness to be a better fighter. The hybrid fully intended to push her hard… push her until she fainted. Though, Gohan repeatedly reminded himself, he should not expend so much unnecessary energy and time on her.
He would need it when he had to make another kill.
Not like the opponent would be a real challenge.
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Frowning adorably, Goten ran back home, breathing heavily. Flying away from his father was tough work. Maybe the little boy should have asked to have more people join their big game of tag. That way, his father wouldn't be after him all of the time. His reasoning made sense.
"Hmm," the little boy murmured, looking around his house for a good hiding spot. "Hopefully daddy doesn't cheat and use his IT technique."
Quickly he ran around the room in some sort of panic, searching under the sofas and closets. As he did so, he passed a table that held a pillow. When Goten noticed it, he halted to look at what laid on top of the red pillow. The little boy grinned, admiring the glossy, orange ball. His two little hands struggled to reach the dragonball but he managed before he felt his father near. As fast as he could, Goten made sure that his ki was suppressed and ran into a nearby closet, clutching the ball close to his stomach.
Once Goku entered the house, his smile broadened. "Oh Goten!" he sang out, inching closer and closer to the closet. "Where are you?" Goku called out in a playful tone that Goten was used hearing. He waited and tilted his head so his ear faced the brown closet. His smile grew into a grin when he heard his son trying to stop himself from giggling.
Goten, who was shoved behind some jackets and coats, crept further back into the closet as much as he possibly could. His hands were clasped tightly around the orange ball as his heart paced faster and faster, knowing his dad was about to open the closet. When he saw his father's face and the big grin that the little boy knew and loved, Goten's eyes widened and his mouth let out a scream. This distracted his father and Goten took it as his chance to run away. And so he did.
Too bad Goku was too fast for him.
Goten pouted, holding the orange sphere closer to him. "That's not fair," he bleated, frowning.
The Saiyan slowly brought his son back to the ground, his eyes glittering. "Okay, fine. We'll play a game that you always beat me at," Goku proposed. "Or we could do something else entirely."
Endearingly, Goten placed one of his fingers on his chin. The other one was carefully holding the circular object. Soon, the little half-Saiyan smiled with twinkling eyes. "Hmm… I say we go exploring. Just wait till I put Gohan away."
The happy smile on Goku's face had somewhat dulled.
Goten didn't notice it. His back was towards his father as he headed back to the pillow. He levitated in the air and carefully put the ball away. With his little hands he patted it tenderly. When Goten turned to his dad, the man's smile had somewhat washed away, leaving a tiny frown on his face.
"Goten, who's Gohan?" Goku said with a strangled voice. He swallowed hard. Thankfully no tears had swelled up his eyes.
Innocently, Goten bit on his lower lip and pointed to the orange four-star ball. "I named the dragonball Gohan."
Then he slowly started to smile. "Why did you do that?" he asked softly, curiously.
Inhaling and exhaling hard, the young child soon smiled and explained. "Mommy said that you use to call the dragon ball 'Grandpa Gohan'. And then she said that Gohan—my brother—was named after him. So now, I just call him Gohan, just like you did for your grandpa." The tone he used was childish, innocent—and just something you would expect from Goten.
His happy demeanor was back. "Alright. I understand. And will you take care of Gohan?" he asked, softly smiling.
Goten nodded vigorously, happy too. "You can count on me Daddy!" he exclaimed, running to the door with his eyes on Goku. "Now let's go exploring!"
Goku felt his happy bubble being picked at. That was one of the things that Gohan and Goku did together. The Saiyan sucked it up and forced the frown away.
"Daddy, don't be sad," came Goten's low voice. When his father's gaze met his, Goten gave his best adorable grin. "I'll never leave you." He was quite perceptive for a child.
Goku felt a sudden warmth fizz inside of him. He walked to the boy and ruffled his hair. "I know. I know," he said. He bared his teeth. "Let's go."
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Gohan hadn't really seen Seventeen with emotion—the emotion of disappointment. He saw that empty look in the android's eyes when he told Seventeen that he couldn't come with him and do the deed tonight. The hybrid needed the android to stay behind because Gohan felt strongly about making the kill himself. To prove something, he told them.
So he flew off with grace. During the time it took him to reach, he let his thoughts drift on. At first he pondered on how he should eliminate Tien first. Swiftly? Painfully? Did he really care if he screamed and cried out like his last victim, Yamcha? Gohan frowned.
His thoughts bounced onto Videl. He didn't care that it did—only wondering if he pushed her too far with the training. She seemed to grasp the concept of flying and using energy effectively. "Good," he mused to himself. He would like to see how far she could go. Curious he was indeed.
Equipped in traditional Saiyan armour, Gohan took his time flying to his destination. As he was getting closer to Tien, he slowed down. An eyebrow suddenly lifted. There was another presence near the alien. From what Gohan could tell, this person—thing—had a much smaller ki level than Tien. He shook his head slowly. Too bad there wasn't someone more challenging.
Soon, Gohan landed on barren land. The infamous wasteland that he had found many people train on. It was a nice place to test power because no one was in sight. The mountainous hills could prove to be useful if they wanted to play a nice game of hide and seek. Gohan frowned bitterly. He wasn't up for that. No fun and games.
Tien and Chiaotzu had been exchanging punches, blows, swift kicks and other various strikes at each other, only to block each attack. The three-eyed alien was going rather easy on his smaller, weaker friend. He watched, somewhat joyful as Chiaotzu retreated back to catch his breath. At least three beads of sweat broke and ran down on his face. So the little clown had some power after all.
"Chiaotzu, I'm surprised," Tien said, chuckling a bit.
The little, white-faced midget smiled and laughed with his buddy. "I'm not that bad Tien!" he exclaimed before resting back into a fight stance. Determination glowed in his eyes.
Tien mimicked his friend and let his smile sharpened into a smirk. "Whatever you say. I'm not going to go easy on you." He carefully watched his friend levitate in the air to match his own tall height. With his third eye he scanned the landscape, wanting to use it in his advantage. Instead, all three of his eyes narrowed down curiously, seeing a stranger approach them. His fighting stance did not ease; it did the opposite.
"Chiaotzu, look behind you," he warned. His voice didn't show uneasiness but his body frame did. Slowly, Chiaotzu did what Tien said. Initially, he thought there was nothing to fear, but as this person neared and neared by foot—no—float to them inches off ground, there was reason to worry. And as each passing second came, sweat dripped, throats tightened and knuckles became white. Chiaotzu's began to shake. They saw the brown tail waving at them as if it was greeting them.
"Saiyan," Chiaotzu heard Tien whisper bitterly. They didn't know any other race with a tail like that and who wore such armour.
"Why do you think he's here?" the midget asked in a stifled voice.
Tien grew accustomed to his friend's normal high-pitched voice. Though now, he heard some fear, and only worried him some more. He half-wished he could reply, but the stranger had come into hearing range… and soon stood between Tien and Chiaotzu. Besides, Tien didn't know what to say to pacify his friend.
Chiatzou's little beady eyes examined the strange man—Saiyan—who stood so rudely between his friend and himself. He examined the potential foe. He had dark, spiky hair and empty eyes. Chiaotzu tried to ignore his swishing tail. It reminded him of a whip, which only made him flinch uneasily. He didn't have a good chance to look at the man's face to see if he was cross or amused. Whichever it was, it wasn't good.
Tien too couldn't help stare at the Saiyan, almost gawking. His build, size, scar, and those eyes were definitely intimidating. The eyes reminded him of a possessed soul, he thought and shuddered. The three-eyed alien swallowed hard. Just why was this guy here? What did he need?
"Can I help you?" Tien asked slowly, meeting Gohan's impenetrable gaze.
Gohan made a crooked smile and shook his head. "I don't think you two would want to kill yourselves willingly."
Tien and Chiaotzu's eyebrows shot up while their eyes grew bigger and bigger until they felt their eyes burn. At this, Gohan's crooked smile turned transparent. His eyes rolled with unbelief. How he was annoyed with this reaction.
"Kill ourselves?" Tien managed to muster out, still utterly shocked. The way Gohan nodded—so casually like it was an everyday thing—more than bothered Tien.
Chiaotzu slowly reached the ground from that sudden surprise. His legs had somehow started to move back. "Kill ourselves?" His voice was squeakier than usual. "Why would we do that?" Then realization emerged ungracefully. "You—" he started in tiny shakes. "You…"
Gohan turned around to face the little alien. "Yes. I will be doing the slaying today." Quickly his eyes darted back to Tien, then suddenly disappearing and reappearing beside the taller man. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I too fast for you?" he said mockingly. Videl's sarcasm had really rubbed off on him. Normally he wouldn't taunt his victims… just kill them and that was it.
Tien looked down at his arm that was held captive by Gohan's one hand. He struck at it but it wasn't as successfully as he thought. The three-eyed man growled and retreat his hand back to his side. Carefully, he looked at the Saiyan. "Who are you?"
Gohan didn't smile. Should he give his real name? It wouldn't really matter since they would die soon, right? "Gohan," he answered softly before reaching to knee Tien in the gut.
Tien gasped, feeling the hard blow. Saliva flew out of his mouth while his eyes diluted. A part of his mind was distracted—while the other tried to keep up with the fight that commenced. He heard the name Gohan before… but where? Did it matter?
Gohan executed a spinning roundhouse at the alien. It was so fast and hard that Tien didn't have time to run, scream, or defend himself. He heard a startling crack. All three alien's eyes were still diluted and snapped open as he was viciously kicked to the dusty ground. The wind picked up roaring the sand and dirt into the air.
Chiaotzu looked at his friend fall and lay there almost lifeless. He could see his buddy's chest rise and fall, indicating that he was still alive, but how strong was he? Would he be able to run out of here alive? 'I should be helping…'
Shock still enveloped him but fear escalated his hatred for this Saiyan. Chiaotzu let out a scream—a war cry—and headed towards Gohan. The little male was about to scream again—except this time with fright—when Gohan caught his tiny fist in one hand, overpowering the little alien. "Is this all you got?" the Saiyan asked, disappointed. Chaitzou's eyes wavered.
Only a few strong and steady hits were placed on the clown-like being before he looked unrecognizable. The victim didn't have time to scream as he felt his body being damaged to a bloody piece of mass. His eye was swollen, teeth banged out and if he weren't screaming so loudly he would have heard many crushing cracks, bones divorcing in tiny bits. Soon the abuse stopped coming so heavily, and it was then Chaitzou looked down to see what happened.
The first thing he saw was his dirty clothes from the sand tainted and mixed with his own blood. His legs were bruised and cut, but were not bleeding profusely. By now, Chiaotzu was onto the sandy, cool ground. The sun was out, but wasn't providing much heat because of the grey clouds. The midget managed to roll his head to the side and was happy to see his arm in place. Though…when he looked further he saw a disturbing sight. His elbow was twisted back with the bone distastefully poking out of the flesh. So that was where those shuddering snaps came from. Choking on a sob, Chaitzou saw the horrendous damage inflicted by the Saiyan. He couldn't recognize his arm either. His inside flesh was bubbling out of his white skin, making him look like a pale pink blob. This time he let out a shrilling scream. "Get out Tien!"
Tien's eyes instantly snapped open with the call of his name. He struggled badly to see what was going on, still out of his senses. All three of his eyes soon closed, until he recognized where that voice came from. "Chaizou…" he whimpered. His neck had somewhat snapped to the side. At least he could still move.
There were many hateful emotions stirring inside him because of this alien… an alien that had come out of nowhere and attacked them, intending to make a kill. He struggled to stand, only to fail and fall back.
"Tien," sang a soft mocking voice. It was Gohan, holding Chiaotzu by what was left of his collar. "Come on. Wake up. I know you want to see your friend die…" The only reason why he said this was to get Tien's undivided attention if he didn't already have it. If there were any other reason, it'd be to help raise Tien's power.
He especially hoped for the latter.
The three-eyed alien looked up, watching Gohan and the wrongfully beaten Chiaotzu. He was horror-struck at the sight. "L-let him go," Tien whimpered rising from the ground and he made a greater effort to stand up.
Gohan didn't smile or frown, which only infuriated Tien. However, Tien did smile when he saw what was left of Chaiotzu turn around and flip on Gohan's back.
"Ah, self destruct," Gohan commented, not closing his eyes. He had no fear from this attack for he knew the little clown-look-alike could not afflict any pain onto him.
Tien saw Gohan's overconfident face and felt a muscle in his mouth twitch. "No Chiaotzu!" he yelled desperately, reaching out to his friend.
He was too strong.
And it was too late.
A big puff of dark smoke surrounded Gohan as he felt a tiny power burst on his back. It wasn't painful; it did no damage. More like a tingling sensation… and now Gohan smiled.
The midget's self destruction was in vain.
Tien's eyes expanded to the point where holding the tears in became easy. "Chiaotzu…" he whispered strangely, waiting for the smoke to disappear. Maybe Chiaotzu did a lot of damage to this Gohan person? Hope was the only thing that kept Tien's anger under control. But then he saw Gohan unaffected—and amused. It broke Tien to an awful fit.
The alien staggered to his feet with a twitching frown planted on his face. His eyes narrowed stiffly closer together as he powered up, using his anger as fuel. "I will kill you…" he hiss-whispered through his shattering teeth. He never questioned why Gohan was smirking. Immediately he branded that this was only an overconfident, pompous Saiyan asshole. Weren't they all like this? Well, except Goku of course.
Gohan took a step back and stared at Tien. He was only smiling because he got what he wanted. A fight. A fight where his opponent would be at their maximum. Gohan craved for those bouts.
He watched Tien try to attack him but his foot and fist was too slow. Tien never landed a punch—a strike—on him. Gohan shook his head and caught Tien's bald head, giving him a stare that threatened he will shatter his skull. "And I thought you were going to give me a better challenge. Too bad you don't have time to show me the 'Solar Flare' attack." He carefully watched Tien's frown grow deeper and deeper.
'And just how exactly did he know about his Solar Flare attack,' Tien's mind screamed. He wanted those words to come out of his mouth, but he was too paralyzed with anger and a mix of fear and alarm. Frantically, the three-eyed alien made an effort to attack Gohan away with his fist, but the hybrid maneuvered himself around. He caught Tien's arm and snapped his elbow. Tien expected to hear his shoulder pop out but when he glanced down he saw his forearm severed instead. If he hadn't screamed he would have heard it.
Gohan, as always, ignored it when they looked helpless and started to yell. He kept calm and rested his left hand back on Tien hairless head. His right hand got a grip on the man shoulder, digging his fingers in if Tien moved. Slowly the Saiyan created a large energy stake and immediately he sliced it into Tien's skull. Again, Gohan disregarded another shrilling scream, the bone breaking, and the gory, bloody mess he had created. He just stood there, waiting for the stake to reach Tien's neck, and then vanquish. By the time it did, the three-eyed alien was dead, instantly crashing to the dusty ground.
The hybrid looked down at the three-eyed man and lightly kicked him over to see Tien's face. If he had been anymore sadistic, he would create another energy stake and gouge all three eyes. But no—he already created a mess and he was the one that had to bring Tien back to Gero. Gohan did not want to get dirty with his filthy blood. Damn. He should have brought Seventeen after all.
"Hmm… you're lucky that Gero wants your body… or else you would have rotted here," the Saiyan finally murmured. A windy breeze passed and speckles of dirt and sand rested on the dark red liquid.
Then came the change.
Carefully Gohan picked the lifeless body up, and carried it away.
Had he actually enjoyed that, he wondered. Did he find it fun, exciting? He concluded had better things to do with his time.
"Human" wasn't the right word – but it was the first word that came to mind.
Because one could be human and still commit a horrendous crime, one after another… after another… after another…
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Author's Note:
For some reason I really didn't like this chapter. There are some things wrong that I should fix, but meh, its fine the way it is. I still didn't go back to fix things in the previous chapter. I didn't have time. Ah school isn't so nice. Falling for boys and growing up is a big adjustment for me. sigh But, when I do have time (after exams) I will fix this and the previous.
Next update won't be for a while for obvious reasons. I have to do the review special still. I haven't forgotten. Mm… that will be the next thing that I will post from Sinful. I might randomly post one-shots maybe… but yeah. Keep posted.
Ahaha… there is an advantage for being part of my mailing list. I drew a pic for chapter one a long time ago, and I coloured it in Photoshop. I think it looks pretty for my first. Sooo… if you haven't joined… then that's your fault. stick out tongue
One more thing… I know it's been a while. I'm not sure when the next one if coming out because I'm not really happy with what I wrote so far, and I haven't have time to write anything. I'm not sure if I should retire from writing fanfiction. I have things written (not edited) but lately, it's been difficult to find time, inspiration and creativity to write something good. Well good enough for me. I part of me wants to write a lovey dovey story… the other part wants me to write a bad, death, hatred fic. shrugs We'll see what happens.
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