Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Paranoid Eyes ❯ The psychiatrist, devil of a human ( Chapter 2 )

Behind Paranoid Eyes

[2] The psychiatrist, devil of a human

 

 

 

She'd made a decision. A completely stupid and hard decision. She was going to have her son see a psychiatrist.

 

Believing that these people weren't any help at all made the decision hard for her, since most of her teachings had come from her parents and knowledge. With another unbearable outburst late last night, that's what had decided it all. She didn't know what in the world was going on with her little Son Gohan at all, this wasn't a thing like him! Nothing!

 

Two weeks couldn't be so bad… she thought, staring at the light gray ceiling above. ChiChi stepped out of bed and dragged herself to her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, noticing the shade of black starting to creep up under her eyes. It was from the strange sound coming from her son's room that kept her up every night. Every time she went to check on him, he wouldn't answer or open the door, and it was usually locked.

 

Deciding to lose the thoughts for a little while, ChiChi had made some fresh, warm coffee to start the day and begin to pack later. Two weeks of paradise and relaxation! What could be better? Best of all, she was going to be with her most cherished friends which she always enjoyed being around.

 

After finishing the last of her drink, the widowed mother walked back upstairs to wake her youngest son up to get him started on the day. Warm milk was already in the microwave ready to be drunken for the little one.

 

“Good morning Goten.” ChiChi whispered as she uncovered the hybrid from his blankets. He stirred a bit before popping one eye open, then the next, already alert with energy to see his mom. He smiled lightly and yawned, pushing himself off the drooled on sheets.

 

The peaceful moment didn't last for long as a loud bang erupted from the room to the left causing both mother and son to jump. ChiChi shook her head and put an ear against the wall to hear what was going on in the next room. She heard more of that carving noise that sent shivers down her spine every night, the sound tickled her ears and brain at the same time.

 

Without another thought, she lifted Goten out of his crib and went back downstairs to the kitchen.

 

She had made an appointment for Gohan to see the psychiatrist later that day, and did not wish to tell him before hand. Who knows what disastrous things could happen?

 

Just then, there he appeared before his little brother, staring at the toddler in a curious way, as if he'd never seen him before.

 

“Well, good morning Gohan. You know, you don't have to get up this early. Would you like some breakfast?”

 

The hybrid turned his gaze towards his mother, blank coal black eyes catching hers. ChiChi turned away to avoid any other arguments that were to come.

 

“What?” Gohan asked, taking a seat at one of the wooden chairs as if everything were suppose to be normal.

 

“We're going to the store later, and I'd like you to come get out of the house.”

 

“Well, I guess.”

 

ChiChi looked at her son for a moment, shrugged, and continued working at the stove.

 

Gohan smiled slightly and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. He looked at his little brother drink hungrily from the bottle of milk. “Mom, is Goten going to go to school?”

 

“Of course. After all, I doubt he'll turn out to be a world hero. At least I know there won't be anymore disturbances for long time.”

 

The faking Saiyan grinned and lowered his head to the table. “I know mom, he won't turn out the way I did. He'll be a perfect son, right?” he looked up at ChiChi with a smile, one that looked innocent and perfect for the 13 year old boy.

 

She set out a couple plates of French toast and bacon, then sat down to face her son. His last statement with his actions confused her quite a bit. Mood swings? She decided to change the subject, “How've you been feeling lately?”

 

“The same.” he took one plate of toast and started to chew, still keeping an eye on his mother.

 

“And the same meaning as…?”

 

“I thought you knew.” Gohan knew what his mom was going to do, she was going to send him to some sort of therapist. A sly smirk formed on his lips, Let her.

 

She noticed the slight expression change on his face, trying to take in his mood. “Just a question.” I'll let the psychiatrist handle the question part.

 

With the rest of breakfast eaten up, there was nothing much left for ChiChi to do rather than clean the dishes, wash cloths, clean the house… the list went on.

 

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Gohan sat at his bed, thinking of many things to do but not having any brain to figure out which one to do first. He smelled. Yeah, a shower would be good first. He had to impress the psychiatrist for their first meeting later. He walked across the hall to the small bathroom and removed his only favorite piece of clothing. He set the purple gi on the counter by the sink then turned the water all the way to hot. Boiling hot. He actually really couldn't feel much of a difference in the water temperatures, must've been some weird sense.

 

As the water soaked his ebony black hair, his brain started to relax and concentrate for what seemed like the first time- in a long time. He felt at ease for a moment, and he liked that feeling. Back to the old Son Gohan.

 

`Don't block it out.'

 

The teen snapped his eyes open, “Can't you just let me be for once in my life!” he yelled to that voice.

 

“Why, your life is nothing but dried up memories.”

 

Ignoring what he thought wasn't real, Gohan finished his shower and dressed once again in the purple gi. Maybe some television would clear his mind?

 

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It was three in the afternoon, usually a time when ChiChi would nap or take a break, but it wasn't going to be like that today.

 

“Gohan! Come on, let's go!”

 

“I'm coming, hold on!” finishing his last piece of work, Son left everything settled on his bed and ran downstairs, finding that his mother had already gotten in the car, but there was no Goten. He got into the front seat besides her and snapped his seat belt, although he didn't really need it.

 

“Where's Goten?” he asked while relaxing back into the leather seats.

 

“Well your Grandpa stopped by earlier, but unfortunately you didn't hear me calling you. He said he'd watch Goten until we came back.” she gave her son a disapproved glance then fixed her eyes on the road.

 

“Sorry, I was working on something.”

 

“Oh yea, speaking of that, I've been hearing weird noises coming out of your room lately… what have you been doing?”

 

Gohan shook his head lightly, “Nothing. It's a surprise.”

 

ChiChi relaxed a bit when he'd said that, hopefully it was a good surprise.

 

“Well, what ever it is, can you please be a little quieter?”

 

“Sure Mom.”

 

Another hour or so, when the two reached the city, the sun was beginning to haze off its bright yellow, and started to turn a lighter shade of orange. “Ugh, it's gonna be dark when we get home.” pulling up to a brown brick building, ChiChi stopped and turned off the car. The place was titled “Dr. Injenue's Office”… How original. Gohan thought sarcastically.

 

Once again faking his questions, “Why are we here?” he asked innocently, following behind his short mother.

 

“We have to stop here for a minute or two.”

 

More like an hour or two.

 

They entered the main door, with a little bell ringing to notify someone has come inside.

 

“Hello.” a man with a plaid brown suite sat at a small desk right to the left of the entrance, a tag clearly printed with the words “Check In” stuck right in front of him. The few pieces of hair on his head were slicked back, obviously an older guy. “May I help you?”

 

“Um, yes. I was wondering if Dr. Injenue is available at the moment? I know we have to check in and all, but this is pretty urgent.”

 

“She has about another 10 minutes with a patient right now, she should be out soon. You can go ahead and take a seat in the lobby.”

 

“Thank you.” ChiChi slightly nodded her head and seemed to rush to the sitting room. She and Dr. Injenue, or FeFe, had met back after she'd given birth to Gohan. She'd seen the psychiatrist for a few weeks after the birth just to ease her life down a little bit. She trusted her.

 

“Mom, this is a therapy office, right?” Gohan was getting a little impatient, he wanted to see this `devil of a human' before that voice started to control him again.

 

“Yes, I know the doctor. I saw her after giving birth to you.” the raven haired women smiled sweetly to her son, hoping he'd be reassured by kind actions.

 

The Saiyan just sat back, folding his arms across his chest for another 10 minutes when a man with shaded eyes and a confused expression came out, murmuring many things under his breath. He watched the man walk out of the door. Weird.

 

Coming out less than 15 seconds later was a short women, with curly short black hair and glasses to match. She had a long skirt that went to her black high heel shoes, marked with flowers of all colors. Her expression was one of complete happiness and a care-free temper, Gohan turned green. That couldn't be, no one could be like that. The doctor was masking it.

 

She walked up to the Check In desk and wrote something down, then turned to ChiChi and Gohan.

 

“Hello, how are you two?” she smiled, pushing her glasses up her pale nose.

 

Gohan looked the other direction and frowned just a little to be noticed. ChiChi on the other hand, stood up to shake hands with the short lady. “Hello Dr. Injenue! It's been a while, eh?”

 

“ChiChi…? Wow you've changed!” the women returned the hand shake.

 

The widowed wife's face turned a bit red in anger, hoping the doctor didn't mean change by getting older.

 

“How have you been doing? Take a seat in my office, come on.”

 

“Gohan?” ChiChi nodded for her son to follow them, and with a grunt he did.

 

Dr. Injenue closed the door behind them and sat on a dark green sofa, crossing her legs with that cheesy grin on her face.

 

“Wow, is this Gohan? He's gotten SO big! And look at all of those muscles! What a handsome young man!”

 

ChiChi snickered, her cheeks flushing a bit as if it were her mother talking about her boyfriend. Gohan mused back with a disturbed look on his face, he wasn't used to being noticed like that.

 

“Yes, that's him. 13 and still young!”

 

“Wow, it's been that long since I've last seen you? So, how have things been?”

 

“Oh, they're fine. Just some difficulties with the family, but that's it. If you don't mind, could I speak with you in private?” ChiChi stood, waiting for the doctor to direct her somewhere else.

 

“Oh of course, here why doesn't Gohan step outside for a minute, you can go sit in the lobby deary.”

 

He stood with his arms still folded, then walked briskly out of the small room. He sat on one of the couches and caught the desk person staring at him. The boy snarled back.

 

…

 

“So, what's the problem?” Dr. Injenue motioned for ChiChi to reason with her.

 

“Well, you see… I don't know how to begin. It's not me, it's my son. He's just not himself.” her gaze shifted to the table separating the two sofas.

 

“Explain, please.”

 

“Well you see, Gohan is usually a happy kid. Does his homework, listens to his mother, you know. But these past two years he's just been… like, not to be judgmental or anything to him, kind of like a devil child.”

 

The doctor laughed lightly, “Devil child as in `Don't tell me what to do,' or `I'm old enough now,'?”

 

“No, no not in that way at all. By devil child- I mean devil child.”

 

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Okay I should stop there.

 

Well, hello all readers! I'm terribly sorry for the ridiculous late update, but forgiveness is forgiveness, doesn't matter. Carrying on! I've been reading so, so many fanfictions lately and I've gotten so many I want to add to my favorites list. I think I've been rather reading and learning that writing and sharing! But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I finally thought of a good, stable plot from here and on. I really think this will turn out to be a great piece, it's my first… so yea me! … Before I write an author's note longer than the story, I have one thing. I'm running out of ways to describe ChiChi. I keep saying “ChiChi said, ChiChi did, blablabla” is there any other way to say her name besides widowed wife, etc. Anything would be appreciated.

 

OKAY ENOUGH AUTHOR NOTES!

 

Thank you!