Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ Without A Choice ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Jady 
Evil Goten and Trunks! Wicked cool...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 426 | Status: Work In Progress
Evil Goten and Trunks! Wicked cool...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 426 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 11: Without A Choice
In silence, Goten stared at the ceiling, watching it drip with blood. The blood wasn't really there. He knew it wasn't, but he couldn't make the illusion vanish. Against the door of his bedroom sat a small sword that Gohan had given him two months ago. He had the deepest urge to go for it and practice his training, but he couldn't make himself move. Something inside him was burning, and he had the feeling that it was because of Gohan. He hadn't had much training with using his senses in detecting things that were happening miles away, but inside his body was telling him that Gohan was in trouble, or needed him, but even if Gohan did what could Goten do? The youngest Son male didn't know what to do, so he remained on his bed, watching the blood drip from the ceiling.
As long as the waited there, no blood ever seemed to stain his clothes. The droplets would fall from above and vanish midway down. Goten frowned as he stared in silence, wondering why the blood wouldn't vanish.
A sudden jerk in ki caused him to sit up sometime further into the night. Definitely, he now knew it was Gohan. He couldn't help it anymore. Goten jerked through the window, hovering in the air, but paused as he sensed Trunks' ki behind him. Spinning, Goten sighed in relief as he saw the lavender-haired chibi dart through the sky. "Goten! Did you feel that?" exclaimed the young boy. Goten nodded furiously. Trunks was more trained, and he would know what was going on. "It's Gohan, isn't it?" he begged with worry. "Is he okay, Trunks?"
Trunks smiled at Goten with a devious sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah, Goten. Gohan's fine. He's just having some fun. Let's go join him!" With that, the young boy darted towards the surging power level. Goten hovered in the air for a long moment, watching as Trunks darted through the sky. Blood was dripping from the clouds that surrounded him. Everything was bloody. The entire world was bleeding, and it was because of Gohan. He didn't want to go with Trunks, but he couldn't bear to be away. Perhaps, by some miracle, he could heal the world's wounds. Goten doubted it.
~*~
As his hair jerked upwards in their golden locks, Gohan landed atop his school. Dawn was slowly approaching and the city was growing and becoming busier as people began leaving their homes to get a jump on the day. He crouched down with the force of his land, the cement of the building cracking beneath his boots. Slowly he rose back as Piccolo landed before him, arms folded across his chest. Gohan's eyes drew away from his surroundings as he stepped before Piccolo, eyes looking up towards the alien. Piccolo couldn't help but smile slightly, instead seeing the young three-foot boy looking up with hopeful eyes, begging him to come to his birthday party.
"Piccolo, could I have another gi like yours?" Gohan pleaded. Piccolo frowned somewhat. By giving Gohan another gi he would be playing into the insanity that the boy was being overwhelmed by. Still, those innocent eyes of the child Piccolo remembered caused him to give in. He reached down, fingers curling in the black locks of Gohan's thick hair. The boy exploded in a mix of white and blue light as his still damp jeans and shirt were transformed. Gohan stepped back as he looked down to the simple purple sleeveless outfit, a red belt circling his waist. Piccolo had neglected the turban, cape, and armor, leaving the boy's shoulders and chest visible, but Gohan was glad. The armor and cape tended to get in the way of fighting. He smiled up to Piccolo with a quiet thanks; only to see the green alien's back facing him. "Piccolo?" he questioned, stepping to the side of his old sensei. Piccolo remained silent as he looked down on the growing movement beneath the roof where they stood.
"If you do this, Gohan, and you take me with you…" he trailed off, and at the words Gohan chuckled. "It's wonderful, isn't it?"
Piccolo paused and looked to Gohan with confused and angry eyes. "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what chaos you're releasing?"
Gohan nodded with a smile, sitting down on the building's ledge. "Yeah, it's great. All those who could stop me, don't want to. All those who would are dead." Gohan looked over the ledge, hearing the voices echoing again in his mind. They were frantic little whispers and they made little sense, but his stomach and soul was burning. The power he could hold so easily was pressing against his fingertips, taunting him. "You wanted to rule Chikyuu years ago. You wanted it all, and my father stopped you. He's dead now, and his son wants to reawake and join you in your mission." Gohan held up his hand, fingertips crackling as lightening overwhelmed each digit. "It'll all be ours, Piccolo."
Gohan rose from the ledge, hovering over the streets. Cars had begun darting around the roads. The sun was beginning to rise higher in the distance. The light in Gohan's hand grew darker and larger until it hovered like a second moon above his head. Gohan grinned callously as the orb descended downwards, connecting with the ground. Screams of chaos, pain, and death echoed out among the city. The blast took down many buildings, including the school Piccolo stood on. The green alien darted higher into the sky to avoid the power of the Super Saiyajin, watching. Coldness overwhelmed his soul. Without a single word or frown, Gohan threw blasts down the buildings. He took no notice of the dying children, or the sobbing females that begged for his mercy.
The police didn't have time to respond to the calls. Sirens were heard before they were drowned out over the explosions. Fires caught to the buildings, leaving nothing but ashes and heaps of metal in their path.
As half the city was destroyed, Gohan paused. A little brightly colored butterfly dared to circle him. The wings fluttered softly as its tiny legs wiggled beneath it, hovering in the air. Gohan smiled as he watched the little winged creature soar a foot above him before turning back and dropping down, fluttering around his head. It paused in front of his eyes and seemed to pause. "Murderer," the butterfly cursed, glaring at him with his tiny black eyes. Gohan snarled and glared at the creature. It exploded in a ball of fire, dropping down to the chaos below. He glared angrily at the tiny fireball before spinning back to Piccolo. "Well?" he demanded, watching the floating alien for a response.
"You've gone completely insane," Piccolo muttered, eyes watching Gohan. He knew the insanity would only continue to grow. One day, the young demi-Saiyajin may kill Piccolo as well. Staring at the innocent pale face of Gokou's son, Piccolo couldn't imagine the event happening. Gohan… the innocent boy who couldn't stand to hurt anything or anyone…
"Come on, Piccolo," Gohan said, floating to his side. He reached out and took Piccolo's hand, tugging him above the street. With a smile, Gohan powered up, lightening circling his form, his left hand still holding tightly onto Piccolo's. Maybe, Piccolo mused, he was wrong. With Gokou gone, he was the only father that Gohan had. He could hear the boy's thoughts stating the same thing among the chaotic screams of insanity that were plaguing the teenager. Piccolo looked down to the streets, seeing once again the frightened faces of the people who had cowered under his power so many years ago. The thought didn't cause him to frown or shiver. Evil… it was only a drug, always addictive. A simple taste caused one to be overwhelmed with it, and its effects were twice as hard as a person who had given it up. Piccolo's power skyrocketed, nearly reaching Gohan's. With a dark smile, Piccolo released his grip on Gohan's hand and shot a blast down to the streets. He felt Gohan's thoughts of approval echoing within his mind. Piccolo quietly chuckled. Children… so easily amused.
~*~
"There he is, Goten!" chibi Trunks cried out as he came to a halt in the sky, golden locks collapsing back to lavender. Goten froze beside his friend, his locks also falling back to black. "Kami, Trunks…" he whispered, watching as buildings collapsed upon each other. "What's happened here?"
Trunks' eyes searched around the city's skies until they fell upon to figures hovering in the growing light. "It's Piccolo and Gohan," Trunks responded, a dark smile growing over his features. "They're destroying the city! Come on! Let's help!"
"Nani?" Goten cried, darting forward and grabbing on Trunks' arm before he shot into the violence. "Trunks! What are you thinking! What they're doing is wrong!"
"Goten, for crying out loud," Trunks muttered in annoyance, ripping his arm away from the younger demi-Saiyajin. "What do you think Gohan has been teaching us for years? What about my father? Do you have any idea how many people he killed? Saiyajins are not nice people! Now, come on! I want to have some fun!" Trunks turned and darted forward into the chaos, ki blasts striking buildings and cars and he rushed through the city's streets. Goten, on the other hand, made a dash for Gohan and Piccolo.
Within seconds he reached the two men, standing in front of them with a firm frown. "Gohan, you're hurting people!"
Gohan snarled and reached out, grabbing his brother's shirt. "That's what Saiyajins do!" he hissed before throwing Goten downwards. The boy hit the ground with a violent thud. He turned and tried to climb to his feet, but screamed in pain as a ki blast connected with him. Trunks appeared suddenly at his side with worry in his eyes. "Goten, are you okay?" the boy's hazy voice filled Goten's ears.
"Get away from him," Gohan hissed, kicking Trunks away. The lavender-haired boy skidded a few feet before pausing against a blazing trunk. He stood, watching as his friend's brother knelt down and grabbed the youngest Son, hoisting him in the air. Goten moaned out with pain. He'd broken a few ribs, Trunks thought as he tried to approach but was forced to pause at Gohan's angry glare. Gohan turned back to his brother with a snarl. "Why don't you and your mate do something productive?" he hissed before tossing Goten away. The youngest demi-Saiyajin struck Trunks, causing them both to roll back on the ground in a tangle of limbs. Trunks managed to pull himself to his feet, a little more than annoyed. "Mate?" he spat.
Gohan chuckled, hovering off the ground. "Whatever. Go destroy the west sector, huh? I expect nothing but ashes when I go there… or else." Without another word, Gohan darted towards the heavens, the golden aura making him look almost heavenly. Satan's a master of disguise, mused Trunks with a frown before he turned to Goten. "Come on, we've got a lot of work to do."
"What? Trunks, we can't destroy a city!"
"Well, you go up there and tell Gohan that!" roared the elder demi-Saiyajin. Goten paused, his eyes drifting upwards towards Gohan. With a regretful sigh, he moved to join the already fleeing Trunks.
~*~
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In silence, Goten stared at the ceiling, watching it drip with blood. The blood wasn't really there. He knew it wasn't, but he couldn't make the illusion vanish. Against the door of his bedroom sat a small sword that Gohan had given him two months ago. He had the deepest urge to go for it and practice his training, but he couldn't make himself move. Something inside him was burning, and he had the feeling that it was because of Gohan. He hadn't had much training with using his senses in detecting things that were happening miles away, but inside his body was telling him that Gohan was in trouble, or needed him, but even if Gohan did what could Goten do? The youngest Son male didn't know what to do, so he remained on his bed, watching the blood drip from the ceiling.
As long as the waited there, no blood ever seemed to stain his clothes. The droplets would fall from above and vanish midway down. Goten frowned as he stared in silence, wondering why the blood wouldn't vanish.
A sudden jerk in ki caused him to sit up sometime further into the night. Definitely, he now knew it was Gohan. He couldn't help it anymore. Goten jerked through the window, hovering in the air, but paused as he sensed Trunks' ki behind him. Spinning, Goten sighed in relief as he saw the lavender-haired chibi dart through the sky. "Goten! Did you feel that?" exclaimed the young boy. Goten nodded furiously. Trunks was more trained, and he would know what was going on. "It's Gohan, isn't it?" he begged with worry. "Is he okay, Trunks?"
Trunks smiled at Goten with a devious sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah, Goten. Gohan's fine. He's just having some fun. Let's go join him!" With that, the young boy darted towards the surging power level. Goten hovered in the air for a long moment, watching as Trunks darted through the sky. Blood was dripping from the clouds that surrounded him. Everything was bloody. The entire world was bleeding, and it was because of Gohan. He didn't want to go with Trunks, but he couldn't bear to be away. Perhaps, by some miracle, he could heal the world's wounds. Goten doubted it.
~*~
As his hair jerked upwards in their golden locks, Gohan landed atop his school. Dawn was slowly approaching and the city was growing and becoming busier as people began leaving their homes to get a jump on the day. He crouched down with the force of his land, the cement of the building cracking beneath his boots. Slowly he rose back as Piccolo landed before him, arms folded across his chest. Gohan's eyes drew away from his surroundings as he stepped before Piccolo, eyes looking up towards the alien. Piccolo couldn't help but smile slightly, instead seeing the young three-foot boy looking up with hopeful eyes, begging him to come to his birthday party.
"Piccolo, could I have another gi like yours?" Gohan pleaded. Piccolo frowned somewhat. By giving Gohan another gi he would be playing into the insanity that the boy was being overwhelmed by. Still, those innocent eyes of the child Piccolo remembered caused him to give in. He reached down, fingers curling in the black locks of Gohan's thick hair. The boy exploded in a mix of white and blue light as his still damp jeans and shirt were transformed. Gohan stepped back as he looked down to the simple purple sleeveless outfit, a red belt circling his waist. Piccolo had neglected the turban, cape, and armor, leaving the boy's shoulders and chest visible, but Gohan was glad. The armor and cape tended to get in the way of fighting. He smiled up to Piccolo with a quiet thanks; only to see the green alien's back facing him. "Piccolo?" he questioned, stepping to the side of his old sensei. Piccolo remained silent as he looked down on the growing movement beneath the roof where they stood.
"If you do this, Gohan, and you take me with you…" he trailed off, and at the words Gohan chuckled. "It's wonderful, isn't it?"
Piccolo paused and looked to Gohan with confused and angry eyes. "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what chaos you're releasing?"
Gohan nodded with a smile, sitting down on the building's ledge. "Yeah, it's great. All those who could stop me, don't want to. All those who would are dead." Gohan looked over the ledge, hearing the voices echoing again in his mind. They were frantic little whispers and they made little sense, but his stomach and soul was burning. The power he could hold so easily was pressing against his fingertips, taunting him. "You wanted to rule Chikyuu years ago. You wanted it all, and my father stopped you. He's dead now, and his son wants to reawake and join you in your mission." Gohan held up his hand, fingertips crackling as lightening overwhelmed each digit. "It'll all be ours, Piccolo."
Gohan rose from the ledge, hovering over the streets. Cars had begun darting around the roads. The sun was beginning to rise higher in the distance. The light in Gohan's hand grew darker and larger until it hovered like a second moon above his head. Gohan grinned callously as the orb descended downwards, connecting with the ground. Screams of chaos, pain, and death echoed out among the city. The blast took down many buildings, including the school Piccolo stood on. The green alien darted higher into the sky to avoid the power of the Super Saiyajin, watching. Coldness overwhelmed his soul. Without a single word or frown, Gohan threw blasts down the buildings. He took no notice of the dying children, or the sobbing females that begged for his mercy.
The police didn't have time to respond to the calls. Sirens were heard before they were drowned out over the explosions. Fires caught to the buildings, leaving nothing but ashes and heaps of metal in their path.
As half the city was destroyed, Gohan paused. A little brightly colored butterfly dared to circle him. The wings fluttered softly as its tiny legs wiggled beneath it, hovering in the air. Gohan smiled as he watched the little winged creature soar a foot above him before turning back and dropping down, fluttering around his head. It paused in front of his eyes and seemed to pause. "Murderer," the butterfly cursed, glaring at him with his tiny black eyes. Gohan snarled and glared at the creature. It exploded in a ball of fire, dropping down to the chaos below. He glared angrily at the tiny fireball before spinning back to Piccolo. "Well?" he demanded, watching the floating alien for a response.
"You've gone completely insane," Piccolo muttered, eyes watching Gohan. He knew the insanity would only continue to grow. One day, the young demi-Saiyajin may kill Piccolo as well. Staring at the innocent pale face of Gokou's son, Piccolo couldn't imagine the event happening. Gohan… the innocent boy who couldn't stand to hurt anything or anyone…
"Come on, Piccolo," Gohan said, floating to his side. He reached out and took Piccolo's hand, tugging him above the street. With a smile, Gohan powered up, lightening circling his form, his left hand still holding tightly onto Piccolo's. Maybe, Piccolo mused, he was wrong. With Gokou gone, he was the only father that Gohan had. He could hear the boy's thoughts stating the same thing among the chaotic screams of insanity that were plaguing the teenager. Piccolo looked down to the streets, seeing once again the frightened faces of the people who had cowered under his power so many years ago. The thought didn't cause him to frown or shiver. Evil… it was only a drug, always addictive. A simple taste caused one to be overwhelmed with it, and its effects were twice as hard as a person who had given it up. Piccolo's power skyrocketed, nearly reaching Gohan's. With a dark smile, Piccolo released his grip on Gohan's hand and shot a blast down to the streets. He felt Gohan's thoughts of approval echoing within his mind. Piccolo quietly chuckled. Children… so easily amused.
~*~
"There he is, Goten!" chibi Trunks cried out as he came to a halt in the sky, golden locks collapsing back to lavender. Goten froze beside his friend, his locks also falling back to black. "Kami, Trunks…" he whispered, watching as buildings collapsed upon each other. "What's happened here?"
Trunks' eyes searched around the city's skies until they fell upon to figures hovering in the growing light. "It's Piccolo and Gohan," Trunks responded, a dark smile growing over his features. "They're destroying the city! Come on! Let's help!"
"Nani?" Goten cried, darting forward and grabbing on Trunks' arm before he shot into the violence. "Trunks! What are you thinking! What they're doing is wrong!"
"Goten, for crying out loud," Trunks muttered in annoyance, ripping his arm away from the younger demi-Saiyajin. "What do you think Gohan has been teaching us for years? What about my father? Do you have any idea how many people he killed? Saiyajins are not nice people! Now, come on! I want to have some fun!" Trunks turned and darted forward into the chaos, ki blasts striking buildings and cars and he rushed through the city's streets. Goten, on the other hand, made a dash for Gohan and Piccolo.
Within seconds he reached the two men, standing in front of them with a firm frown. "Gohan, you're hurting people!"
Gohan snarled and reached out, grabbing his brother's shirt. "That's what Saiyajins do!" he hissed before throwing Goten downwards. The boy hit the ground with a violent thud. He turned and tried to climb to his feet, but screamed in pain as a ki blast connected with him. Trunks appeared suddenly at his side with worry in his eyes. "Goten, are you okay?" the boy's hazy voice filled Goten's ears.
"Get away from him," Gohan hissed, kicking Trunks away. The lavender-haired boy skidded a few feet before pausing against a blazing trunk. He stood, watching as his friend's brother knelt down and grabbed the youngest Son, hoisting him in the air. Goten moaned out with pain. He'd broken a few ribs, Trunks thought as he tried to approach but was forced to pause at Gohan's angry glare. Gohan turned back to his brother with a snarl. "Why don't you and your mate do something productive?" he hissed before tossing Goten away. The youngest demi-Saiyajin struck Trunks, causing them both to roll back on the ground in a tangle of limbs. Trunks managed to pull himself to his feet, a little more than annoyed. "Mate?" he spat.
Gohan chuckled, hovering off the ground. "Whatever. Go destroy the west sector, huh? I expect nothing but ashes when I go there… or else." Without another word, Gohan darted towards the heavens, the golden aura making him look almost heavenly. Satan's a master of disguise, mused Trunks with a frown before he turned to Goten. "Come on, we've got a lot of work to do."
"What? Trunks, we can't destroy a city!"
"Well, you go up there and tell Gohan that!" roared the elder demi-Saiyajin. Goten paused, his eyes drifting upwards towards Gohan. With a regretful sigh, he moved to join the already fleeing Trunks.
~*~
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