[AN]- I noticed there aren't many DBZ fanfictions on this forum, so I thought I might add one I'm working on.
MISGUIDED TENDENCIES
Part One
The cold swirled painfully through the pleasant darkness of his mind. His peace was interrupted by the shrieked cries of his victims that tore like white lightning through the hard shell of his unconsciousness. His shell cracked and shattered, bleeding crimson and dripping puss into his mind.
The exposed atmosphere that he managed to break away from before now pummeled his tender self-esteem and conscience. Cackling laughter ripped and bruised the tragic tattered flesh of his soul. It's your fault; all your fault?
The faces of those long past?usually grinning cheekily or laughing?now distorted in pain and absolute hatred. He curled into a tiny ball, trying in vain to protect himself from the assault. His hands rose to grip the dark tendrils of his hair, and he sobbed faintly. The sound was quiet compared to the steady beating rhythm of that voice. All your fault, all your fault, all your fucking fault.
A soft whimper now escaped his ragged, bleeding lips. Escape was impossible. He had no way to fight against that voice. The painfully true accusations surrounded his psyche and mutilated what else he had left of the ability to distinguish between truth and lies. His memories, before guarded so carefully, now tortured his tragic mind.
I'll do anything. Please, just stop this.
'You'll kill your former friends again?' came the cackling voice.
He wavered a moment, then surged ahead in resentment of himself for even considering. NO!
'Why not?' the voice wheedled. 'You already have once.'
No?no?I can't. His decision was swayed slightly, though he still clung bitterly to the idea that?that?what this monster was saying was wrong. He knew with all certainty that if asked again, he would crumble.
'Why do you care about them? You already killed your own father. They hate you now.' The whisper was like a lover's kiss in his ear.
His mind struggled to formulate an answer. The pain of this realization swept over him in a tragic swirl of self-hatred and complete deflation. A forlorn sigh of defeat left his bruised lips as the cackling laughter one again resumed.
'I thought so!'
The black outline of an "M", surfacing red and painful upon his tender brow, stood out darkly; it contrasted the pure, white flesh of its placement. The pungent odor of wild grass permeated through the twilight air, and his nostrils flared at the scent. The wild animals that had carefully guarded his broken body had long since fled, for the monster came upon them, and they could no longer protect him?from it or himself. Dark orbs opened, glazed and dull, gazing at the green grass on which he rested. The soft green petals, crushed beneath his heavy fall so long ago, were now stained crimson with his blood. They stood gently at the tips of his curled fingers, and at his soft exhalation, they stirred peacefully, contrasting the violent hell of the boy's mind.
A painful cough racked his body, and he rolled over suddenly to vomit a mouthful of blood onto the innocent foliage beneath him. The cackling voice spoke from above, strange and surreal with the former still swirling in the undulating gel of his now decimated mind.
"Well now, you look just terrible. So sad that Buu could inflict such damage without actually lifting so much as a finger."
Liar? the boy's mind whispered.
A powerful mental blow sent him sprawling. He held his pulsing temples after a mighty scream wrenched from his tired lips. "I will not tolerate any insubordination, stupid boy! I could easily leave you for the wildlife of this wretched planet to feed off your rotting carcass before you even die, but I offer you a chance at salvation! Take it?or I may even have to get my little servant Majin Buu to turn you into something yummy and gobble you up! Hmmm??"
The monster waited for any negative response. There was none?there was no response, either. "Well, that's better. Now, what was I saying before you so rudely interrupted my flow of thought?? Oh, yes. Your appearance. Well, let's get you fixed up, then. Perhaps I should just leave your superficial wounds to give you a more fearsome look? Yes?" Suddenly, that cackling laughter, coupled with maniacal giggles cracked through the boy's tender ears, and he was vomiting again?but from his gut. He vomited the last vestige of his meal?eaten so long ago in the fellowship of people he now assumed hated him?was lain out upon the grass in front of him. The sight made him sick with nausea. "I just can't wait to see their faces, the fools!"
The voice came again. "Why, it will be brilliant!"
Two small scaly hands raised, the fingers stretched wide, palms exposed?capable of such pain even in their paradoxical delicacy. The healing power, so ironic in this monster, swept over the boy's trembling body. The twisted guts fixed in place, the bleeding of the head dammed. A ragged breath from his torn lungs escaped, then was inhaled again to find them fully capable. But, just as his trembling body relaxed and felt pain no longer, the monster began to tug violently at his energy and detangle his very being.
His very soul was unraveling, and he could not even scream against it.
Instead, the tortured boy lowered his head and focused on something beautiful in his mind?only to find nothing of that nature existed there. Growing panic wrapped its spiteful tendrils around the boy's throat and chest as the very spool of his being was being unwound. Instead of balancing each other out, these two totally different experiences only served to worsen the other experience. Everywhere he looked he saw maniacal faces filled with pain and heard that terrible laughter tearing swiftly through his soul. But not a whimper escaped his sweet lips.
His hands clutched weakly at the grass, and his body's power drained as his mind's energy was drawn forth. Stop! He wanted to scream. Kill me!
The only noise that escaped his throat was a deep, melodious growl. The pain took form suddenly as the tugging ceased. The choking chords of panic tightened, ripping through his flesh to his spine. The pressure increased there, and a faint sob shook his body, though he was entirely unaware of the betrayal. A deep, painful burning swept through his spine, traveling like lightening?white and hot?to his tailbone. The muscled located in his gums just below and above the short, sharp canines flexed and bled, forcing the teeth outward to form fangs. His pupils dilated and contracted as he gave a soft animalistic yelp of pain. The burning of his spine snapped outward, and a new tail, covered in mucus and blood, lashed at the back of his thighs.
His mind pounded, his skull throbbing inward as the brain encased within seemed to increase in size. He was afraid, so afraid. The energy he had tried so hard to keep a secret locked away where no one could ever witness it now could break forth at not only his will, but his master's.
He gazed at the green grass stained dark with his sweat and blood, and he hated himself. Total, undeniable, absolute and disgusted hatred. It's your fault, all your fucking fault, bastard! Stupid bastard! Your fault!
"Goodness," the monster said, "that's quite a lot of energy you have stored up! Hahaha! I can see it now!" The rasping of two dry palms rubbing together made the boy feel sick again. A soft growl, menacingly quiet came forth from the torturer's lips, and he said, "Come boy."
The servant rose fluidly to his feet, not surprised to find himself clothed in the traditional Majin wear. The white pants and dark hand guards and footwear caged him appropriately. He was so afraid?more than ever before, though this time, the fear was for himself.
"Yes, Master Babidi," Gohan whispered, gazing with clouded eyes beyond the two figures only yards away. The dark "M" of his forehead pulsed in the stead beat of the darkness that now consumed his soul.
To be continued?
[AN]- Wow, my first DBZ fic posted! This is only a hesitant start because I know there have been several ideas for a Majin Gohan. Hopefully mine will be original. Please R&R and suggest improvements, things that are good, etc.
I know this chapter is a little wordy, but I wanted to fully describe the transformation to Majin.This fic will deal mainly with Gohan's relationship with his father.--It's an AU, by the way.
