Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Psychiatrist ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Majin_Bulma 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
The Psychiatrist
Chapter3- The Psychiatrist
" I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!!!" The teen yelled in the parking lot of the building he would be staying at for a couple of months.
" I… don't CARE!"
" I hate you."
" That's fine with me! You shouldn't of have been such an asshole at school! I do so much for you and you cant even stay out of a fight!"
The boy didn't speak as they walked further into the building.
" Ill be back later" She spoke to him as they reached the empty waiting room.
" Whatever."
" Goodbye."
He didn't say anything again to her so she took her leave.
Trunks sat down angrily in one of the chairs that were set out, grabbing the magazine that was set atop of it he began to read through the pages.
About 15 minutes of waiting he was beginning to get very frustrated. No one was coming in or out of the room. Let alone he was the only one in the waiting room, and there was no window to ask for service. He ran his fingers through his purple locks like he always did when he was frustrated.
He stood up to go bang on the only door that was in the small waiting room. But as soon as he reached the door it was drawn open.
" Ah. Mr. Briefs! Did you just show up?" The raven haired young, very young man questioned to the other teen that was about a year older than him.
" I've been waiting in the damn waiting room for about 20 minutes. Where the hell is that damn psychiatrist."
" Well sorry Mr. Briefs. I would of thought you would have just come in. But Excuse me let me introduce myself!" The raven-haired man smiled. " My Name is Goten. Son Goten and I am your psychiatrist!" His smile grew even wider as he said this.
" You're fucking kidding me! YOU? Your probably younger than ME!"
" Yes. Only by a year."
" This is a fucking joke."
Goten placed a hand behind his head and laughed slightly. "No. This is no joke."
" God Damnit."
" Well. If you would like to come in Mr. Briefs... Would you prefer me call you Trunks? Or anything besides Mr. Briefs?"
" Call me any damn thing you want!"
" Don't get so defensive! I wont make you do anything you don't want!" He waved his arms in front of himself slightly. " So you don't need to be angry."
" I'll be angry if I want too! I don't even want to be here! Only losers come here!" The boy growled moving towards the soft cushioned couch. He laid on it positioning his feet on top of the pillows.
" Trunks, that's not very nice. They aren't losers."
" Just leave me alone! Don't bother me and I wont bother you."
" If that's what you want Trunks. If you need anything like a drink just ask me. I want you to be comfortable as much as possible." The raven-haired man announced.
Trunks didn't say anything except for fold his arms across his chest not wanting to talk to the other man anymore.
Goten just sat at his desk and began to take out work and work on it.
When the time was up and Trunks had to leave, Goten cam up behind him and placed a welcoming hand on top of his shoulder. " I hope you return tomorrow Trunks! Bring anything from home that you wish. And just walk in!" He smiled as the purple haired teen just waved him off and left out the door with his mother.
She looked at Goten with a funny look but let go of it thinking that's how psychiatrist's work.
The days went by like that. No talking except for Goten' greeting and goodbyes.
About 3 weeks of coming Trunks was getting bored with just sitting on the couch and listening to his Walkman.
So… When he went into Goten's office with his Walkman he just played it for a while, but soon grew bored of it and set it down looking at the raven-haired man.
Goten looked from his work to stare at Trunks and give him a small smile.
" Is there anything you need Trunks?"
" Why are you doing this?"
" Doing what?" He questioned the lavender man.
" Letting me do what I want! I've been to a psychiatrist before and they never let me do anything like this!"
" Well. While others force people to talk to them and tell them they're problems. I do things differently. If you wish to tell me then fine I will not force you. I'd rather gain the persons trust, and would like them to feel comfortable around me."
" I see."
" So. Its your decision Trunks."
" Well. After 3 weeks of just sitting here I've grown bored." Goten nodded in understanding. " So. I want to try something differently."
" Anything you want Trunks. Ask away!" Goten nodded happily.
" How about we switch positions."
" Like you being the psychiatrist?"
" Exactly."
" Alright"
The men got up and switched positions. Trunks sitting in the roller chair while Goten sat in the comfortable silk couch.
" Have you written anything about me?" Asked Trunks curiously as he leaned back in the seat.
" Actually. I haven't written much."
" Oh. And what little things have you written about me?"
" On the desk underneath all the papers. Its written in a book. I believe its already opened to the page."
" Why exactly are you letting me read this? My other psychiatrist never let me. Said it's between him and my mother only. But why are you letting me read it?"
" Because. I want you to trust me, and I don't have anything to hide. Plus if it's about you then you have every right to know what's being said, am I right?"
" Yes."
" So then! Lets begin!" He replies cheerfully.
(Trunks' POV.)
" Ok… Well what grade would you be in if you were still in school?"
" Well. I'd be a senior!"
" Were you really smart that you just passed through high school skipping grades?"
" Yeah, I guess you can say that."
" So… Why of all your jobs did you become a shrink?"
" Well. That's a good question. Mainly because I like to help people out with they're problems. I don't know, this job just seemed right, calling to me somehow. It's kinda weird. I just felt connected to this kind of work. Plus I enjoy it! Meeting new faces, new people, I find it very interesting" He chirped happily with a big grin plastered on his face.
" I see." I reply. I have no clue what else I should say, so I just say the first thing that runs through my mind. " Did you ever get into a fight when you were in school?" I ask curiously
" Well… One time I did." He began but then just went off downwards.
" Well? Lets hear it?"
" Well. I was one of those smart kids. The ones bully's or whatever like to pick on and such. Just started a fight for me being smarter than he."
" Bet he won. You don't look much of a muscle man"
He chuckled and scratched the side of his head. " Actually I beat him pretty bad."
" You?"
" Yep. No one ever messed around with me ever since."
" You don't look like the kind of guy that would do that."
" Looks can be deceiving. Eh?"
" Yes."
After a minute I began conversation again. " Are you married? Have any kids?"
" Actually no I don't. Remember I'm a year younger than you." He smiled.
I felt a little stupid. " Err. Ya sorry I forgot."
" No need to apologize"
I just nod to him in response." Do you have a girlfriend?"
" No. I don't."
" A guy like you? Good looks? Great personality? What every girl would dream of having?"
He blushed.
" I see. The Shy type huh?"
" Y-yes pretty much!" He laughed nervously.
" Hn." Trunks snickered. " Or are you gay?" I slyly asked. I know I have I'm a bit bi. It's just like I'd go out with any guy he has to be the right one. Or the right girl. It doesn't matter the sex, as long as they're meant for me. That's why I've only dated 2 times before. One female and the other male. One wanted me for my money, and the other wanted me for my looks and sex. Great actors if I may say so myself.
His face turned a crimson red, I watched as he stared down at the floor with his knee bouncing nervously.
" It's ok that you are man, I am too. Well, not gay but I'm bi. But I mean, it doesn't matter what sex you- when two people love each other then they should be together and not be looked down upon for being the same sex, you know? That's what's wrong with our society. ' Let's be against the Homo's!'" I puff out angrily. Of course, no one at my school knows I'm 'bi' or 'gay'- don't want to ruin my reputation, especially if its over know one- someone I wouldn't see myself with.
He took a deep breath and sighed a 'Ya'.
" You ever dated anyone?"
" Not really."
" Well, dude its not a ' not really' it's a 'yes' or 'no' answer. Get what I'm saying?" I don't mean to sound so … what's the word, lets say rude or snappy but I mean, I don't know, I guess I just don't have the patience and there's much more I want to know about him for some strange reason.
" Yes, but it didn't go well. I tried liking her. She just wasn't the one- we fought a lot. According to her my job was more important than her. And when it came down to it. It was. I wouldn't give up my job for her. Ever. I don't think I would give my job up for anyone. Until well, I find that one… special… person just fir me."
His words sank into my head; I stared off as I thought about what he had said. Just like me in some sort of way.
" I tried dating other people, nothing ever lasted long so… I said to myself one day. 'Stop looking for someone and let that person come looking for you.' And I will wait for that one day when I find that person just for me."
I nodded my head to him.
" I'm sorry. I sound like one sick love puppy." I heard him chuckle and scratch the back of his head.
" No. Your words are very wise."
" Wise?"
" Yes wise, your words… touched me in some way."
" Is that good."
" I do believe so."
" Then that's good." He smiled to me." Mind if I ask some questions?"
" Sure why not, shoot." I told him spinning a couple times in his very comfortable chair. I gotta get me one of these.
" You're a very bright man Trunks. Smart, attractive, sensible- so on and so forth. But why would you take drugs? Your mother told me that. One thing I don't understand is why people take drugs… And… Your fighting, I understand it can be frustrating with other people, and I totally know what it feels like to hit someone. But your records show that you've been in a fight almost every week- in the least day. I want to understand why?"
A frown crept to my features, that's a good question… " Well, not that's its any of your business Goten, but I do drugs because." I started, but soon lost my words as my eyes met him- and my head began to spin. ' Why? Why have I been doing drugs?' " Because…" I stared at the desk in front of me, my eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
" Of what age did you start using drugs?"
" I was about 13…" I began. I don't know why I'm telling him this- but for some reason I feel as if I can trust this guy. So I tell him. " I was hanging with some of the high schooler's. I don't remember how or when I met them, but that's who I hung around. I was standing and chatting with them when they all stared puffing on something- I immediately knew what it was. They told me to try it, I didn't want to. But I didn't want to loose the only friends I had. I didn't want to seem like a geek, or a loser… and that's when I first tried it. Then after that, I began to do it whenever someone else did… And then only when I got mad when I was all alone… I don't know why I do it. It's not a common thing though. I don't do it regularly, rarely at all."
I explained and watched as he nodded in understandment.
" I see. Peer Pressure."
" Guess you could say so." My fingers ran through my neatly combed hair. " And the fights- people just get to me- and most of the time they come to me and start it. It's not my fault."
I watched as Goten nodded his head towards me.
' I sound like a little kid.'
" So I hear you have a sister on the way."
" Ya, don't remind me."
" Oh? Is that bad?"
" I don't want a sister. Or a brother."
" Why not."
" Because. My father wont be around." I grumbled out sitting in the seat with a scowl on my face.
" Is he dead?"
" No. Divorced."
" Oh."
" I want to live with him. I hate living with my mother. She expects to much from me."
" I see."
" And with the new baby- everything's going to be about her. Everything. I'm moving out this summer."
" That seems so soon."
" Ya well, better off on my own than with them?"
" Your mom and the baby."
" My mom and her Fiancé."
" Do you not like him?"
" No. I don't. Not one bit at all."
" Is it because… you feel he is trying to replace your father?"
" No, not at all."
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Chapter3- The Psychiatrist
" I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!!!" The teen yelled in the parking lot of the building he would be staying at for a couple of months.
" I… don't CARE!"
" I hate you."
" That's fine with me! You shouldn't of have been such an asshole at school! I do so much for you and you cant even stay out of a fight!"
The boy didn't speak as they walked further into the building.
" Ill be back later" She spoke to him as they reached the empty waiting room.
" Whatever."
" Goodbye."
He didn't say anything again to her so she took her leave.
Trunks sat down angrily in one of the chairs that were set out, grabbing the magazine that was set atop of it he began to read through the pages.
About 15 minutes of waiting he was beginning to get very frustrated. No one was coming in or out of the room. Let alone he was the only one in the waiting room, and there was no window to ask for service. He ran his fingers through his purple locks like he always did when he was frustrated.
He stood up to go bang on the only door that was in the small waiting room. But as soon as he reached the door it was drawn open.
" Ah. Mr. Briefs! Did you just show up?" The raven haired young, very young man questioned to the other teen that was about a year older than him.
" I've been waiting in the damn waiting room for about 20 minutes. Where the hell is that damn psychiatrist."
" Well sorry Mr. Briefs. I would of thought you would have just come in. But Excuse me let me introduce myself!" The raven-haired man smiled. " My Name is Goten. Son Goten and I am your psychiatrist!" His smile grew even wider as he said this.
" You're fucking kidding me! YOU? Your probably younger than ME!"
" Yes. Only by a year."
" This is a fucking joke."
Goten placed a hand behind his head and laughed slightly. "No. This is no joke."
" God Damnit."
" Well. If you would like to come in Mr. Briefs... Would you prefer me call you Trunks? Or anything besides Mr. Briefs?"
" Call me any damn thing you want!"
" Don't get so defensive! I wont make you do anything you don't want!" He waved his arms in front of himself slightly. " So you don't need to be angry."
" I'll be angry if I want too! I don't even want to be here! Only losers come here!" The boy growled moving towards the soft cushioned couch. He laid on it positioning his feet on top of the pillows.
" Trunks, that's not very nice. They aren't losers."
" Just leave me alone! Don't bother me and I wont bother you."
" If that's what you want Trunks. If you need anything like a drink just ask me. I want you to be comfortable as much as possible." The raven-haired man announced.
Trunks didn't say anything except for fold his arms across his chest not wanting to talk to the other man anymore.
Goten just sat at his desk and began to take out work and work on it.
When the time was up and Trunks had to leave, Goten cam up behind him and placed a welcoming hand on top of his shoulder. " I hope you return tomorrow Trunks! Bring anything from home that you wish. And just walk in!" He smiled as the purple haired teen just waved him off and left out the door with his mother.
She looked at Goten with a funny look but let go of it thinking that's how psychiatrist's work.
The days went by like that. No talking except for Goten' greeting and goodbyes.
About 3 weeks of coming Trunks was getting bored with just sitting on the couch and listening to his Walkman.
So… When he went into Goten's office with his Walkman he just played it for a while, but soon grew bored of it and set it down looking at the raven-haired man.
Goten looked from his work to stare at Trunks and give him a small smile.
" Is there anything you need Trunks?"
" Why are you doing this?"
" Doing what?" He questioned the lavender man.
" Letting me do what I want! I've been to a psychiatrist before and they never let me do anything like this!"
" Well. While others force people to talk to them and tell them they're problems. I do things differently. If you wish to tell me then fine I will not force you. I'd rather gain the persons trust, and would like them to feel comfortable around me."
" I see."
" So. Its your decision Trunks."
" Well. After 3 weeks of just sitting here I've grown bored." Goten nodded in understanding. " So. I want to try something differently."
" Anything you want Trunks. Ask away!" Goten nodded happily.
" How about we switch positions."
" Like you being the psychiatrist?"
" Exactly."
" Alright"
The men got up and switched positions. Trunks sitting in the roller chair while Goten sat in the comfortable silk couch.
" Have you written anything about me?" Asked Trunks curiously as he leaned back in the seat.
" Actually. I haven't written much."
" Oh. And what little things have you written about me?"
" On the desk underneath all the papers. Its written in a book. I believe its already opened to the page."
" Why exactly are you letting me read this? My other psychiatrist never let me. Said it's between him and my mother only. But why are you letting me read it?"
" Because. I want you to trust me, and I don't have anything to hide. Plus if it's about you then you have every right to know what's being said, am I right?"
" Yes."
" So then! Lets begin!" He replies cheerfully.
(Trunks' POV.)
" Ok… Well what grade would you be in if you were still in school?"
" Well. I'd be a senior!"
" Were you really smart that you just passed through high school skipping grades?"
" Yeah, I guess you can say that."
" So… Why of all your jobs did you become a shrink?"
" Well. That's a good question. Mainly because I like to help people out with they're problems. I don't know, this job just seemed right, calling to me somehow. It's kinda weird. I just felt connected to this kind of work. Plus I enjoy it! Meeting new faces, new people, I find it very interesting" He chirped happily with a big grin plastered on his face.
" I see." I reply. I have no clue what else I should say, so I just say the first thing that runs through my mind. " Did you ever get into a fight when you were in school?" I ask curiously
" Well… One time I did." He began but then just went off downwards.
" Well? Lets hear it?"
" Well. I was one of those smart kids. The ones bully's or whatever like to pick on and such. Just started a fight for me being smarter than he."
" Bet he won. You don't look much of a muscle man"
He chuckled and scratched the side of his head. " Actually I beat him pretty bad."
" You?"
" Yep. No one ever messed around with me ever since."
" You don't look like the kind of guy that would do that."
" Looks can be deceiving. Eh?"
" Yes."
After a minute I began conversation again. " Are you married? Have any kids?"
" Actually no I don't. Remember I'm a year younger than you." He smiled.
I felt a little stupid. " Err. Ya sorry I forgot."
" No need to apologize"
I just nod to him in response." Do you have a girlfriend?"
" No. I don't."
" A guy like you? Good looks? Great personality? What every girl would dream of having?"
He blushed.
" I see. The Shy type huh?"
" Y-yes pretty much!" He laughed nervously.
" Hn." Trunks snickered. " Or are you gay?" I slyly asked. I know I have I'm a bit bi. It's just like I'd go out with any guy he has to be the right one. Or the right girl. It doesn't matter the sex, as long as they're meant for me. That's why I've only dated 2 times before. One female and the other male. One wanted me for my money, and the other wanted me for my looks and sex. Great actors if I may say so myself.
His face turned a crimson red, I watched as he stared down at the floor with his knee bouncing nervously.
" It's ok that you are man, I am too. Well, not gay but I'm bi. But I mean, it doesn't matter what sex you- when two people love each other then they should be together and not be looked down upon for being the same sex, you know? That's what's wrong with our society. ' Let's be against the Homo's!'" I puff out angrily. Of course, no one at my school knows I'm 'bi' or 'gay'- don't want to ruin my reputation, especially if its over know one- someone I wouldn't see myself with.
He took a deep breath and sighed a 'Ya'.
" You ever dated anyone?"
" Not really."
" Well, dude its not a ' not really' it's a 'yes' or 'no' answer. Get what I'm saying?" I don't mean to sound so … what's the word, lets say rude or snappy but I mean, I don't know, I guess I just don't have the patience and there's much more I want to know about him for some strange reason.
" Yes, but it didn't go well. I tried liking her. She just wasn't the one- we fought a lot. According to her my job was more important than her. And when it came down to it. It was. I wouldn't give up my job for her. Ever. I don't think I would give my job up for anyone. Until well, I find that one… special… person just fir me."
His words sank into my head; I stared off as I thought about what he had said. Just like me in some sort of way.
" I tried dating other people, nothing ever lasted long so… I said to myself one day. 'Stop looking for someone and let that person come looking for you.' And I will wait for that one day when I find that person just for me."
I nodded my head to him.
" I'm sorry. I sound like one sick love puppy." I heard him chuckle and scratch the back of his head.
" No. Your words are very wise."
" Wise?"
" Yes wise, your words… touched me in some way."
" Is that good."
" I do believe so."
" Then that's good." He smiled to me." Mind if I ask some questions?"
" Sure why not, shoot." I told him spinning a couple times in his very comfortable chair. I gotta get me one of these.
" You're a very bright man Trunks. Smart, attractive, sensible- so on and so forth. But why would you take drugs? Your mother told me that. One thing I don't understand is why people take drugs… And… Your fighting, I understand it can be frustrating with other people, and I totally know what it feels like to hit someone. But your records show that you've been in a fight almost every week- in the least day. I want to understand why?"
A frown crept to my features, that's a good question… " Well, not that's its any of your business Goten, but I do drugs because." I started, but soon lost my words as my eyes met him- and my head began to spin. ' Why? Why have I been doing drugs?' " Because…" I stared at the desk in front of me, my eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
" Of what age did you start using drugs?"
" I was about 13…" I began. I don't know why I'm telling him this- but for some reason I feel as if I can trust this guy. So I tell him. " I was hanging with some of the high schooler's. I don't remember how or when I met them, but that's who I hung around. I was standing and chatting with them when they all stared puffing on something- I immediately knew what it was. They told me to try it, I didn't want to. But I didn't want to loose the only friends I had. I didn't want to seem like a geek, or a loser… and that's when I first tried it. Then after that, I began to do it whenever someone else did… And then only when I got mad when I was all alone… I don't know why I do it. It's not a common thing though. I don't do it regularly, rarely at all."
I explained and watched as he nodded in understandment.
" I see. Peer Pressure."
" Guess you could say so." My fingers ran through my neatly combed hair. " And the fights- people just get to me- and most of the time they come to me and start it. It's not my fault."
I watched as Goten nodded his head towards me.
' I sound like a little kid.'
" So I hear you have a sister on the way."
" Ya, don't remind me."
" Oh? Is that bad?"
" I don't want a sister. Or a brother."
" Why not."
" Because. My father wont be around." I grumbled out sitting in the seat with a scowl on my face.
" Is he dead?"
" No. Divorced."
" Oh."
" I want to live with him. I hate living with my mother. She expects to much from me."
" I see."
" And with the new baby- everything's going to be about her. Everything. I'm moving out this summer."
" That seems so soon."
" Ya well, better off on my own than with them?"
" Your mom and the baby."
" My mom and her Fiancé."
" Do you not like him?"
" No. I don't. Not one bit at all."
" Is it because… you feel he is trying to replace your father?"
" No, not at all."
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