Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hardest Lesson ❯ Bother... ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the song Bother, which is the property of Stone Sour, awesome band started by members of Slipknot and a few other people.

Author's Notes: This chapter is going to be written in an omniscient point of view.

Chapter Two: Bother…

"Wish I was too dead to cry…my self affliction fades, stones to throw at my creator, masochists to which I cater. You don't need to bother; I don't need to be…I keep slipping farther. But once I hold on, I won't let go `til it bleeds…"

Humming softly to herself, Kat climbed out of her car in time to be bowled over by a twelve-year-old bundle of energy and muscle. "Dacra! Get off of me, you're going to ruin my pants again!"

Grinning impishly, Dacra got off of his sitter and ran his fingers through his spiky mane of hair. "Sorry about that Kat, I don't know what came over me."

"Probably your sense of humor."

"Nuh uh!"

Rolling her eyes, she got to her feet and brushed the dirt and grass off of her clothing. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Mom's still home and she wanted me outside while she talked to dad…" He trailed off and chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. "She looked really cheerful when she got home last night."

"Well…maybe she's seen the errors of her ways and decided not to sleep around anymore?"

"Nah, she probably found another boyfriend and had a wonderful time with the guy."

"Well…at least you're thinking positively about it."

"You bet! As long as mom is happy, and doesn't leave me, I'm happy for her."

Smiling ruefully, she tousled his hair then laughed when he frowned at her. "You're a very strange kid, you know that?"

"So…you're a strange woman."

"Yeah but I'm allowed to be strange, I'm an adult."

"Oh yeah, you're definitely a dolt."

"Ha, ha, ha…that was so not funny."

"Yes it was, you…"

The front door flew open as his mother stalked out of the house, her eyes glittering angrily and a stream of curses flowing from her mouth.

Watching his mother in confusion, he walked over to her and grabbed her hand gently. "Mom…"

Turning her cold gaze down to her son, she sneered then jerked her hand from his grip and slapped him. "Get away from me you little brat."

Covering her mouth with her hands, she watched, in horror, as Dacra's eyes welled with tears even as his hand rose to his cheek to touch where he'd been struck. Over the whirlwind of thoughts and ringing in her ears she could hear his mother telling him that he was nothing but an unplanned accident that got her shackled to his father because the man felt honor bound to marry her instead of leaving her to take care of the kid by herself. Her own eyes welled with tears when the other woman sneered again, claiming that if she hadn't gotten married, she would have gotten rid of him as soon as she could. Watching the other woman climb into her car and take off, she looked away in time to see Dacra run into his house as though the devil himself was chasing him. Running after him, she shut the door behind her quietly and made her way into the living room, where he was crying on the couch, his small shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Walking closer, she was about to kneel beside him and hug him when she felt his father's hand on her shoulder. Turning her stricken gaze to him, she was surprised to see him smile once before motioning for her to leave the room. Walking out, she heard Dacra get off of the couch.

"She said…"

"Shh…don't worry about it boy, she doesn't matter anymore." Hugging his son close to him, he sighed and stared over the boy's wild hair at the retreating back of his sitter. Sighing again, he closed his eyes and hugged his son tighter, a frown marring his features. He just didn't know what to do right now.

"Wish I was too dead to care, if indeed I cared at all. Never had a voice to protest, so you fed me shit to digest. I wish I had a reason my thoughts are open season. For this I gave up trying one good turn deserves my dying. You don't need to bother; I don't need to be. I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on I won't let go till it bleeds…"

Author's Notes: As a side thought, even I don't know what to do…I have it all planned out in my head but…I'm just losing all of them with every passing day. Anyway, tell me what you guys think of this fic so far and if you think it needs a little help. Oh…and if anyone wants to attempt to draw his mother, be my guest. I love seeing people put life to my fics…especially when I can only do so much myself.