Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood of Affliction ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

AN: Hello people this is my first DBZ fic, and I am an absolute diehard Gohan/Videl fan. I like really any kind of G/V fic, but I especially like toying the Gohan's personality. In my fic Gohan came out of the cell games as a very dark person; he hates the Satan family for what Hercule did, and he despises Videl for…many reasons. This is very short, and it's just to see if anyone is interested. The poem in here is one that I wrote, and if you read Inuyasha fan fics yes I'm also the author of `Deafening Silence' so no I didn't steal the poem. Okay Gohan is 18 and is in 11th I think nothing official yet, Goten is 7 and Trunks is 8. If anyone knows more official ages please don't hesitate to tell me. I guarantee I will try and make this fic as original as possible, because I know there are others like it out there.

 

Blood of Affliction

 

Prologue

 

Small, rusty red spots could be seen on the paint chipped, pale green lockers; the steady rhythm of a pencil being dragged across the small storage bins was the only sound that echoed throughout the halls of Orange Star High. A tall, handsome teenage boy made his way towards the steps at the end of the hall; his feet made no sound as they padded against the speckled floor. A single strand of unruly opaque hair floated in between his deep onyx orbs; his jaw was muscular yet set tight. The clacking of the pencil ceased as the teen began his trek up three flights of steps; being in top shape the boy took the steps two at a time, and quickly reached his destination. A lone student passed him going in the opposite direction; the dark haired teen paid him no heed, but the unfortunate student straightened his posture as if sensing the dark aura radiating from the onyx eyed boy.

 

The door to the roof swung open in a fury, and the tall teen stalked out onto the open roof. The wind nipped at every patch of open skin, but the youth did not flinch; a golden gust swept about the boy. Thin strips of crackling light jumped around the teen as his hair flicked a saffron color, and his hard, dark hues vanished into his skull before being replaced by a fierce turquoise color that seemed to dare anyone to test their animosity. With a simple bend of the knees the youth shot into the darkening sky; a whip of lightening cracked from the foreboding clouds followed shortly by a crash of thunder that rolled through the city. Not ten minutes later the boy landed in a grassy meadow that was skirted by large trees of many varieties. In the center of the green expanse lie a quaint house, yet to the teen it would always feel empty.

 

A small boy with wild, spiky hair darted from the house, and latched himself onto the leg of the older boy. “Nii-chan” the boy yelled; the teen reached down in a single fluid movement, and swept the boy into his firm arms. The young boy began talking insistently about his day, and the older youth nodded his head ever so often to show his attention. The two brothers were greeted with the sweet smells of foods that were delicious beyond words as they set foot in the house. They both gave their greetings to their mother who tried her hardest to raise them without a father figure, and then set off in separate directions. The teen headed for his room to begin his moderate amount of homework.

 

After fifteen minutes of effortlessly answering unnecessary questions the youth stretched back in his chair, and allowed his thoughts to wander. The depths of his mind sped off like a bullet train until it tripped over a rather large obstacle. His attention shifted to a certain black haired, azure eyed problem. She was the bane of his existence; her arrogant, egotistical father had claimed every last shred of his honor. If that was not bad enough, as he lay lifeless in the thick, murky waters of failure this girl flittered above him with a pointy stick just poking him over and over again; it was as if she was tempting him to fight back, tempting him to try and regain what had been lost, but it was futile because in the end the violent waters swallowed him whole. Even her name caused a vicious look of malice to jump into his eyes, and a sadistic want to harm anything she associated with to dive into his soul. Ah yes her name…Satan Videl…

 

<Next Day>

 

The youth brutally slammed his large palm against the top of his blaring alarm clock effectively stopping the offending noise, and shattering it into oblivion all at once. He quickly entered the shower, and let the scolding hot water wash over his chiseled form; he could stand there for hours. After washing his body and hair he dried off, and pulled on a pair of baggy blue jeans with a grey long sleeve shirt on top of which a black t-shirt was placed; printed across the chest of the shirt in bloody crimson letters was the saying `The End Justifies The Means…'. The teen grabbed his things, and walked down the steps with stealth unlike that of a human. After inhaling a larger than human sized breakfast the boy readied himself to leave for the tortuous hell-hole that was Orange Star High. A dainty hand grasped his forearm, and sad eyes gazed up to pierce his cold stare. “Gohan try to relax…please” whispered his mother in a desperate tone. For the sake of his mother, whom he loved dearly, a fake smile flowed across his pale lips, but his eyes stayed cold and calculated like the predator he was.

 

Upon reaching the roof of the retched `educational facility' Gohan powered down, and strutted through the access door into the building. He was greeted by white washed walls, and loud noises from rowdy students. He gracefully descended the stairs, and paced into his homeroom; he felt no need to use his locker for he wanted to leave no trace that his presence had been here. As the clocked ticked the seconds away more and more students filed into the classroom with their `friends'; Gohan hated how fake some people were, cliques were so cliché. The last group to enter the room included the ever irritating Satan girl; Gohan's blood began to simmer as she took her place…right next to him. The teacher stood, and cleared his throat; he readily called all the names on the list, and received an assortment of answers. The announcements were quickly broadcast over the loudspeaker, and the bell for first period rang. Gohan maneuvered through the sea of students, and silently slid into his seat, again Videl shared this class with him. The teacher settled her pupils down as the late bell chimed. “Alright class, please retrieve last nights homework” she instructed in a nasal voice. Gohan slipped a single sheet of crisp lined paper from his binder, and slumped down in his seat; their assignment had been to write a poem about a topic of their choice…Gohan had chosen Darkness. The teacher began in the corner of the room, and worked her way through the students, making each one stand and recite his or her poem. When it was Gohan's turn the teacher smiled. “Well Mr. Son I do believe this will the first time we've heard any of your work” she was stating the obvious since he had only begun here a week before. Gohan stood to his full height of six foot four, and swept the paper into his hands. Taking a deep breath, he began to read the pencil strokes on the paper aloud:

 

Darkness

 

The darkness surrounds me
Is this how it's supposed to be?
I can't hear over this deafening silence
I can't see through my own blindness

I lay alone in the pitch black
Why did they stab me in the back?
My wounds are bleeding
But no one hears me screaming

Falling down unto the ground
I feel the pain to which I'm bound
The sky's tears begin to fall
But no one hears my call

They wash all the blood away
To be forgotten till another day
I don't want their sympathy
Please don't pity me

The darkness holds me tight
My only friend this dreadful night

 

After reciting the poem in a very dark yet blank tone Gohan slumped into the maroon color chaired, and carelessly dropped the lined paper onto his manila colored desk. The teacher blinked a few times before quietly asking the next student to stand up, and read their poem. Azure eyes locked onto stone cold face; the demi-Sayjin shifted his eyes in a very predatorily way, the scowl never leaving his face. She had the nerve to look at him, was she nuts; he could reach over and snap her pretty little neck before anyone could blink...wait pretty where the hell did that come from? The onyx eyed teen snarled at Videl before closing his eyes, and facing forward once again.

 

The sound of freedom blared heavily in Gohan's sensitive ears, but it was a sweet sound at that. Standing in a fluid motion, the demi-Sayjin hurried out of the room, but before he could go anywhere a voice stopped him. “Hey new kid” it called; Gohan's eye twitched in irritation. Slowly the male teen turned one-hundred eighty degrees to come face to face with the one person he hoped would fall of the face of the Earth…Satan Videl. She strutted up to him with pride in her steps; easy to do when your world's perfect Gohan snapped within his thoughts. “What” he spat in a cold voice that would make Vegeta proud. Videl squinted her eyes in an attempt to scrutinize him. “What's your problem?” she questioned in an acidic tone. Gohan lowered himself down a bit so that he could see into her eyes; a smirked graced his pale lips, and his fangs gleamed against the artificial light of the school. “You…”

 

 

AN: okay so there it is, really short, but it's only meant to see if anyone's interested.

 

 

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