I own none of the DBZ characters. Please don’t sue me. These characters belong to Bandai.
This fic will later contain adult language, adult content, and shounen ai. Please read with
discretion.
This fic happens about 2 and a half years after the cell games. Gohan is 14 and a half.
"Haunted and Alone" Prologue
I sit here alone as I always do, alone in presence, alone in spirit, alone in life. I look
around my full yet empty haven. It’s ironic how a room so messy and full of stuff can be so
empty at the same time. I look to my computer desk; cans of generic cola are piled around
on it, some on the floor. Empty teacups with the bags still in them sit here and there
amongst the stacks of empty cup o soups and empty boxes of Pocky. Beneath the trash and
empty Little Debbie wrappers lay random scattered action figures and a few bottles of
acrylic paint that mom bought me, hoping it would give me a "creative outlet."
Painting is ok. When I first got them I painted a lot of pictures of my tousan, intending
to give him the best one, but he never got home. It’s been years now...
Oh right, getting back to my room, from my ceiling hangs various educational mobiles my
mother thought would help me along in my studies. She got the idea when she walked into my
room to see me staring blankly at my ceiling once. I do that a lot, just stare off into
space, thinking, imagining. The real world is such a cruel place. My fantasies are so much
better. There, him and me spar and play and fish, just like we used to before... before he
abandoned me... I mean, sure he was trying to save us all, but did he stop to consider how
*I* would feel? Did he? What should I expect? He never has. But this time is different.
This time he isn’t coming back in a year or two. This time is permanent...
Oh right... back to my room. In the corner is a heap of comics toppling over, anything from
"Spiderman" to "Neon Genesis Evangellion." The "Superman" and "Power Ranger" comics have
always been my favorite. I just love those poses the Power Rangers do. They look *so*
cool! Sometimes I imagine me and my dad are super heros together, making speeches and
saving the day. It would be so great! We could wear matching outfits, maybe with red capes
like Superman, and we could save the world and actually get credit for it.
Oh right, I was thinking about my room. On the wall are a few beat up posters of my
favorite super heros. Dende, I miss my father so much... Poor Goten, he’ll never even get
to meet him... Oh, Goten’s my little brother. He’ll be 2 next month. Mom spends a lot of
time with him. I guess she feels bad too...
I like to collect marbles. They are small and pretty, and they remind me so much of the
dragon-balls. If only... If only the dragon-balls still existed I would collect them all,
collect them all and wish for just one, just one person who could understand, who would
relate to me... who could end my loneliness.
*~*~*
Laters, plude
"Only *dead* fish always go downstream."
"The way to a man’s heart is with a broadsword."