Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DOMINATION ❯ Arachnophobia ( Chapter 4 )

~*~Chapter 4: Arachnophobia

 

Your home is supposed to be your haven, your very own sanctuary. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case with me. Home just got worse like my school life did. My mother found a new friend called Alcohol and had dinner with it every night. Yes, I still got beaten. I taught myself to stay clear of her when she got the beer out, but she learned to get me when I least expected it.

 

“You have to sleep sometime.”

 

I thought that it was just a nonsense little threat that she declared to me when she had gotten drunk and tried to hurt me. But was I oh so wrong. When I slept was when she did things to me. Grabbed hold of my tail and had her way. Nothing sexual you sick perverts. She simply beat me senseless to take out her anger on my dad who, in fact, came back with a lawyer and divorce papers.

 

“Please let me go with you!” I begged with him when he had come back.

 

He stared down at me with sympathy in his eyes, seeing that I looked like I was always recovering from a fight with all the abuse I undertook. He still didn't know that mom beat me. I was too afraid to tell him that I was getting abused now. No one knew except for the stuffed tiger that I still slept with, holding onto it and crying myself to sleep after a beating. He told me that he would let me go with him once we all went to court and he won custody over me.

 

“The only problem Goten is that I live with Bulma and Vegeta in Capsule Corp. That means Trunks is there too.” He would hold me and rock me back and forth as I cried in his embrace.

 

“Please don't leave me here with her, dad. I can't stand her.” I would whisper and he would nod, understand everything. They went to court several times, fighting over the house, property, money, and child support.

 

The court meeting that took place today was to fight for who got custody of me. I wasn't allowed to go this time so I couldn't interfere. I stayed in the CC mansion, waiting for my dad to call and say that he had won. Thankfully Trunks was gone with his mother to the grocery store and he didn't know that I was here. I stood in his room and swam back in memories. Good memories where we would spend the night over here, never sleeping when we did. Always staying up until the sun shone through the windows, playing video games, eating and throwing popcorn at each other, sharing our secrets to one another… where did we ever go wrong?

 

I broke down in the middle of his room.

 

I spent most of the day in the kitchen, eating as much food as I could because I knew that once I got to my house with my mom, I was left to fend for myself. And half the time we didn't have enough food even for a human. Just cases and cases of beer in the fridge.

 

Vegeta had stalked in a few times from being in the Gravity Room, usually snatching a turkey leg or chugging a huge bottle of water. I had glanced at him a few times, recalling how finely sculpted he was or how godly he looked. Every angle of his body had to have been created by the gods. He was so incredibly handsome that yes I, no matter how much I hated to admit to it, felt tingly every time he was around. Sure I mused about Trunks' father constantly, but who in their right mind wouldn't? You had to be insane if you didn't find the saiyan Prince a gorgeous man.

 

Vegeta did sit down with me finally, deciding to eat lunch with me. We sat in solitude, snacking away at the mounds of sandwiches I made and the chicken flavored Ramen noodles to go with them. He looked at me a few times, looking like he wanted to ask a question, but shrugged it off, probably finding an answer he liked better. But once he did ask me a question, I almost fell out of my chair, not expecting it.

 

“So why did you fall in love with my son, brat?”

 

I was silent for a minute, thinking on his question. I didn't know how to really answer him. I knew why I fell in love with Trunks; because at the time, he was so easy to fall in love with. We had gotten so close that I had tripped and fallen face first in love with him. But telling that to Vegeta was like telling a Psychopath why people are good creatures and deserved to live. So instead, I answered it like this: “I dunno… I guess it's because at the time, it was so easy for me to.”

 

I didn't want to watch his facial reaction so I concentrated on my food. I know by heart that he would just give me a dull look and roll his eyes, but I didn't want to see his eyes. His face didn't bother me… it was the eyes on anybody that haunted me now. If you ever need to read what a person really thinks about you, look right into their eyes. They can hold any emotion that a person is feeling.

 

Silence fell around us again. One that was actually enjoyable for once. I rarely talked to Vegeta and every time I did, it was always something we could never agree on. I never really knew what to say to him. I had no interests in what he liked and I know that it was the same with him. But maybe I could get a little more conversation out of him. After all… I hadn't talked to people in almost 2 weeks. It would be nice to know that I still had a voice.

 

“I bet you're proud that Trunks beat me up when I told him my feelings.” I mumbled, still looking my food because of my growing paranoia.

 

I heard a little chuckle out of him. “Brat, I'm proud of ANYBODY who does something mean to Kakarot. My feelings towards the people who are mean to you or Gohan don't change either. I really hate your father and his kids.” He stated and I heard him take a gulp of his water.

 

I made a small smile. “That's pretty understandable.” I said and also took a sip of some grape soda, my favorite soda besides Dr. Pepper. “But you love what Trunks did to me, not just being mean to my family in general?” I asked him.

 

He sighed. “Eh, he was always mean to you so I just see this as an even worse way of treating you. Your friendship wasn't all happy, fuzzy, and dick suckingly fun. Since he was superior to you, he took his dominance like a fat kid takes cake. He's a little ass-fuck anyway so I don't care what he does to people. Sure I was glowing in pride when I learned he beat the shit out of you but I'm over it. My attention span runs short with those kinds of things.” He stuffed another sandwich in his mouth.

 

I was grinning widely now. I could just see Vegeta and his short attention span. “Great job son! You kicked Goten's little-- hey would you look at that!” I even loved his little pet name he gave Trunks. `Ass-fuck…' I mused and continued eating. I would make that my official pet name for him, too.

 

Time passed, at least an hour, and I could feel my father's energy coming up to the mansion. I smiled, praying with all my heart to Kami that he had won the court session so that I could live with him. I jumped up from the couch and ran for the front door. I went outside to see my mom's car pulling up with my dad following behind in the air, apparently not wanting to ride in the car with her. When he landed, I sprinted to him, leaping into his arms with giggles of happiness. “Did you win?” I asked him excitedly.

 

I looked into his eyes and immediately was drawn back in anguish. I could see how upset he was in those eyes that normally held happiness. I shook my head slowly, not wanting to know the truth. “I'm sorry Goten… I didn't get custody of you…” he sighed sadly and rested his head on my small shoulder.

 

“No…” I gasped and looked down, watching his chest shake as he tried to keep from breaking down. “No!” I cried and buried my face on his shoulder, crying and yelling how I wanted to be with him.

 

“Would you stop with the drama already? I want to go home.” I heard my mother and cried harder. When I looked up at her, I noticed that Trunks and Bulma had also gotten home, groceries in hand, watching me.

 

“Please dad, don't let her take me!” I pleaded as I held onto his neck for dear life, afraid that my mother would pull me off of him, away from the one person who I could talk to and who would protect me.

 

My fear came true as I felt someone grab me from behind and try to pull me away. I scrambled out of their reach and grasped my father, demanding that he fight her off. But nothing could prepare me for what he did next. “You better go with her, Goten…” he sighed and pulled me off of him, handing me to my pissed off mother.

 

She slung me over her shoulder and walked towards the car, me screaming, “NO!! Please no! I don't want to go!!” I looked up to see if anyone would help me. From an undecided Bulma, my grief-stricken dad, then to Trunks. For the slightest second, I could've swore that I saw worry on his face, especially in his beautiful blue eyes. But I guess I saw wrong because all he did was turn away, taking the groceries in the house.

 

Vegeta came outside from the GR, confusion on his face. My only hope to save me and I knew he wouldn't budge; no matter how much he despises my mother. He looked from me, to my dad, then back to me, and my dad again. Too late now… My mother and put me in the car, slamming the door in my face. She stormed to her side and got in, slamming her door too. She started the car and I continued to call to my dad, banging on the ki resistant window.

 

My mom pulled out of the driveway and went down the road a small distance. She then stopped the car and turned my head so that I was facing her. Her hand came forward and she slapped me across the face. Again and again until I had finally shut up. When I did go quiet, shocked about what had just happened, she let me go and kept on driving. I leaned my head against the window, holding onto my cheek, crying quietly to myself.

 

This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault…

 

We pulled up to our house in the country and she jolted to a stop, jerking me forward, the seatbelt choking me. “Stop your fucking crying and get out!” she screamed and I obeyed, struggling to get out as fast as I could. I fell out of the car and scrambled to my feet. “Don't you dare go anywhere! Get in the house and stay there till I get home!” she ordered and sped off down the road.

 

I went into the house and closed the door behind me, sighing and dragging myself to the living room. I laid down on the couch and hugged a pillow close to my body, sobbing into it and letting out my locked up emotions. I cried, screamed, cursed and yelled into the pillow, my sorrowful echoes ringing through the house. `Can things get any worse?' I thought to myself and continued to cry.

 

3 hours passed and my mom still didn't show up. I got off the couch and went to the bathroom, relieving my bladder. I then went up to the mirror and looked at myself, shocked at what I saw. I had dark circles under my red-rimmed eyes, my face was pale, the whites of my eyes had veins showing brightly and I looked thin, almost malnourished.

 

Sighing, I glanced around the plain white and blue bathroom and saw noticed my mom's pink razor with curiosity. I remember my brother telling me that if you cut your wrists deep enough, then you could die from blood loss. I walked over and grabbed the razor, watching as the light hit the silver blade in amazement. `I wonder… what would my mom say if she saw her little fag son in her bathtub, the tub full of his own blood seeping out of his wrists…?' I thought and grinned wickedly, so out of place on my face. `But… would I really kill myself? If I did, I'd go to Hell…It's so selfish of me…. What would my dad think?' My hands began to shake nervously and I freaked out, throwing the razor in the sink.

 

I put my hands on the sink, leaning onto it, hanging my head. “I don't know what I want to do anymore…” I whispered to myself. More stupid tears filled my eyes. Will I ever stop grieving? Would I ever be my happy self again? I eyed the razor again, my brain racing with decisions. `Only 4 more weeks of school left… And when school lets out, things will get better… so there's no point in killing myself to avoid school. And when it's summer vacation, I won't ever be home… so there's no point in killing myself to avoid home.' A little light of hope shined on me, but it was the fact that I still had to put up with getting harassed and beaten up for 4 weeks. `There's just too much pain. I don't like this kind of pain. I just want it to go away...' I eyed the razor for the last time and finally picked it up.

 

I looked up at my ghostly self and broke apart the razor, getting a small blade. I put it up to my thin wrist and noticed how shaky I was. Butterflies were flying everywhere in my stomach. I was terrified of actually killing myself. “Just one cut… just get rid of all this emotional pain.” I told myself and brought the blade down the veins on my wrist, wincing in the excruciating pain. But the pain faded when I stared at the blood seeping out of the cut, running down my arm. It was so amazing… so seductive. The crimson blood dropped into the sink and slid down the drain in a creepy trail. I watched the blood come out of the cut until it stopped bleeding. “Amazing…” I gasped and cleaned up the mess I made, not really noticing all the blood I had lost.

 

Drained, I went to my room upstairs and threw on some silk boxers to sleep in. I don't want to wait for my mom to come home in a drunken stupor so she can beat me to death. My eyes felt so heavy. I was so tired… but I didn't want to fall asleep. My mom always hurt me when I slept. It was the only way she could really abuse me. I lifted my arm up and started at the cut on my wrist. “I really cut myself…” I titled my head to the side and laughed at myself. “That wasn't too bad. It actually felt… good. I feel better now actually. This is great!” I smiled and continued to stare at the slow healing cut. `Just don't fall asleep. Whatever you do, don't… fall… asleep…'

 

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There are some realities that you would never think possible. For centuries people were amazed at the fact that they could enter into another world when they slept. In that state of unconsciousness, anything could happen to you. Dreams were your escape from the real world into one of fantasy, lust, adventure, or fear. Even some dreams (mostly nightmares) seem so real that you'd think they were actually happening. When I had nightmares, I awoke with sweat on me and I didn't know that I had been screaming until someone would tell me. Ever since I told Trunks about my feelings, I have never had a decent dream. Even to this day, I have constant night terrors or nightmares.

 

I had a dream tonight that I had been in a valley of deep gold grass and red overcast skies. I was walking towards what looked like a lake full off red water, shimmering in the blazing sun above me. I practically floated towards it, almost like it was pulling me to it. As I reached the bank of the lake an odd rotten smell filled my nostrils.

 

The water of the lake looked like it was actually a lot thicker than that of real water. Reaching my hand down into the lake, I noticed in the back of my mind that it was warm; I circled my fingers in it. Then bringing my hand up, I stuck one finger in my mouth, shocked at what I tasted: Sweet metal…or something metallic tasting. Almost like it was… blood… I looked around me to see that in reality, it WAS blood! This lake was a blood filled one! The more closely I looked, the more shocked I became.

 

Just underneath the thick red blood was a body floating around. Right next to it lies another one. I got into the blood-like water, reaching down and pulling the body out. I yelped in surprise at what I had pulled up.

 

It was Trunks…

 

Something brushed against my arm and I flinched, the hairs on my neck standing up. I looked my where it touched me to see nothing. `Weird…' Putting Trunks' cut up body back in the lake, I walked out further and grabbed one whose arm was sticking out in the air. Pulling it out, I cringed to see that it was Trunks again with his eyes missing. “Now that I notice it, that other one's eyes were missing too.” I recalled and set that one down.

 

Going through the lake to where the blood lake was reaching my waist, more tickly feelings crept on my body. I jerked my head to get rid of the feeling, finding it odd to be having these tiny sensations. My feet kept stepping onto something hard and crunchy; in the back of my mind, I could only imagine that it was more bodies of Trunks. The more bodies I pulled up, the more disgusting and disfigured they looked: Some with the brain tore out, some with the eyeballs hanging out of their sockets, or some missing a face completely.

 

Again more itching, tickle feelings crawled over my skin. Still nothing was on me. Slightly paranoid I began to wipe my hands on the places that itched or tickled. The sensations moved lower or higher depending on where I wiped. “What the fuck?” I said aloud, getting out of the blood lake. The feelings became more intense and I continued to try and brush them off. Still to no avail, I panicked. Millions of thin fingernails seemed to be crawling on me. I freaked out even more and fell to the golden grass and twitched everywhere. To anyone else, it would look like I was going into a seizure, but I'm trying to get this weird feeling off of me. “GET OFF!!” I scream.

 

My eyes shoot open and I find myself looking at the ceiling in my room. `It was only a dream!' I think and a smile spreads on my face. The only problem was that the feeling of fingernails on my skin didn't go away. I sit up slightly in my bed, feeling something sliding down my bare chest. I look down at myself and my breath catches in my throat at the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life.

 

5 spiders were laying on top of my covers. Big ones… The thing that had slid down my chest was the biggest of them all, being red, black and brown in color. It's spiny legs were long and had sharp points on the ends, poking in my skin. It started to crawl up my chest again and I backed away fast. The spiders sitting on my legs on the covers moved closer to me and I let out a shout of fear. Then I felt something crawling on my back onto my shoulder. I turned my head only to see the fangs of another big one next to my nose. “AHH!!” I screamed and went to get up, throwing the covers off of myself, only to see something even worse.

 

Spiders… hundreds of them…were crawling everywhere in my bed…

 

“OMIGOD!!!” I scream and jump out of bed, so many different species of spiders falling off of me, crawling on me, biting me. I throw them off of me and run to my door, tears rolling down my face at what I had woken up to. “How in the hell did they get there?!” I demanded to whoever could be listening. My eyes fix forward to see a line of the creatures coming for me. I scream again and go to open the door, only to see one giant black widow hanging down from the ceiling. I panic and head towards the window, squashing the bugs under my feet. I blasted into super saiyan and crashed threw the window, flying up as high as I could.

 

On the way up into the clouds I pot my mother outside with another man in a suit jacket. She had a beer in her hand and she was glaring at me. “YOU DID THIS?!” I shrieked at her, not believing what was going on. My own mother put those… those things in my bed?!? “Seems we have a bit of a spider problem.” My mother slurred and laughed, putting her arm around the man in the suit.

 

He wrote something down and brushed my mother off of himself. I flew down to meet them, still feeling like I had all those arachnids on me. When I landed I was twitching everywhere, screaming and crying about all the spiders that were on me, biting me, near me, watching me with millions of their eyes. “You're going to have to move out of the house, Ms. Son.” The man said, ignoring me and handing my mom a slip of paper.

 

“Oooooh really? I guess we're gonna have to do that, huh Goten?” she smiled in her drunken state at me and I lost it.

 

“You bitch! You put those spiders in my bed! That's where you ran off to earlier! You fucking bitch I fucking hate you!” I screamed and still twitched, convinced that I had spiders on me.

 

“Hey! Don't you start yelling at me! I don't care if you couldn't live with your dad! That gives you no reason to fucking yell at me you faggot!” she yelled back, stabbing me right where it hurt.

 

You'll pay bitch… I will never forget what you did to me…