Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker


Chapter 11 - So It Has Come to Pass by JayGoose


The house was so eerily quiet now. His wife’s pitiful sobbing had gone from hysterical to mute in the span of over an hour or so. He on the other hand had cried himself dry long before he’d even broken the news to her.

Gohan stared listlessly out of the kitchen window. The orange and read flames of light danced in the distance. Had the day gone already? Had this unfathomable awful day finally come to its end?

What had he been doing? Yes, that’s right. He had been getting himself a glass of water. After taking Videl some he had thought maybe it would be a good idea to get himself some as well. Dehydration was the last thing he needed right now.

The Demi’s bare feet made no noise as he moved across the tiled kitchen flooring. He sighed quietly before sitting down mindlessly in the dinning room chair.

He stared at the other empty seats. It as just last week wasn’t it? His family had all gotten together to share a meal. His mother, his father, his brother, his wife and his child.

A painful lump bobbed in his throat.

They had all been so happy. Pan, she had been her same old attention grabbing self.

He just didn’t understand it.

She was gone. How had that happened? He was a Super Saiyan for fuck’s sake. If he was so fucking powerful why hadn’t he been able to save her?

Fuck all that… He was her father. He should have been there. Even if she had gone crazy like his father had said. He should have been the one….

There was no way. It just didn’t make sense.

His Pan would not have killed her grandmother.

His Pan would not have turned on her grandfather.

His Pan was not a murderer!

A dull ache forced its way through to the black haired man’s consciousness. His eyes slowly fell downward to see water and his own blood staining the pristine white table clothe. He had been so careless… he’d broken the glass he was holding.

He had such a temper. He’d always had such a temper. Why when he fought Cell he’d been….

He froze.

Maybe that was it. Maybe this really was his fault. Maybe he had passed his horrible temper on to his daughter. She could have just snapped when Vegeta refused her. But still….

He’d never been enraged by something as trivial as romantic rejection.

There was something still just so wrong here.

His father’s face flashed across Gohan’s mind. He had seemed so… different. His voice. He’d sounded so sincere when he’d told the demi what had happened. But his eyes. The emotion never reached his eyes. Those usually bright shining black orbs had seemed overcast. Almost bone chillingly cold.

Try as he might he could not forget the feeling he’d gotten when he had looked into his father’s eyes at that moment.

But then, there was the body. His daughter’s body. When Piccolo brought his little girl to him….

His eyes rimmed with heavy tears.

She’d been mutilated. Her flesh had been badly burned, her left eye had been missing and her chest… she’d been torn open from her throat to her belly.

Piccolo said that he’d found her impaled on a stone spike at the bottom of the cave.

She was just a child. And his father was a Super Saiyan three times over.

It shouldn’t have taken anymore than a weak punch to subdue her.

He was standing now. The horrible revelation almost causing him to fall to his knees.

“Oh gods…” he muttered pitifully. “It… it can’t be. He couldn’t have… Why would he….”

“Gohan?”

He was almost relieved at the familar feeling of his mentor’s ki as it washed over him. Gohan shuddered and swallowed bitter tears. He looked up into understanding eyes and basked in the look that had always been for him.

“Gohan,” Piccolo said uncharacteristically soft, though his graveled voice still came through. He looked at the mourning demi sayian. He was a complete mess. His white dress shirt, the sleeves torn from it, was stained with various bodily fluids. His black pants ragged and dusty. He hadn’t even taken a shower. Not that Piccolo normally worried about his student’s hygiene habits, but it was totally out of character for Gohan to treat himself this way.

“Stop this. There is no use in crying over something that cannot be changed. We can bring them back with the Dragonballs. It’s what we al….”

“Yes!” Gohan said, his eyes wide, a crazed smile contorting his childlike face. “That’s right! We can use the Dragonballs!”

“Gohan….”

“Then we can bring back my little Panny and Momma! Then we’ll find out the truth.”

“The truth?” Piccolo asked. A little worried by Gohan’s suddenly erratic behavior. “What are you talking about Gohan?”

“Pan didn’t kill Momma, Piccolo,” the raven haired school teacher chirped, “It was Daddy. Daddy did it all. I know he did. And he killed Panny too. But it wasn’t why he said he did….”

“Gohan, maybe you should calm down,” the taller male said wryly.

“No, Piccolo! I won’t calm down,” he said, his eyes brimming with newly formed tears. “My Daddy’s gone crazy and he’s going to kill us all!”

“Go…Gohan?” A new voice interrupted.

Piccolo and Gohan turned and looked up to the kitchen doorway to see Videl standing there. Her puffy, red eyes widened with horror.

“Videl.” The young man said quietly, “You should be resting.”

“Is… is what you said really true?” The dark haired young woman asked. “Did Goku… did he really kill our little girl in cold blood?”

“Videl, Gohan is just upset, just as you are. But there is no way that Goku would do such a thing,” the former guardian tried his best to get a handle on the situation.

The demi’s wife didn’t seem to buy the Namekian’s story either. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she remained silent. Perhaps she was just too tired or perhaps she had already made up her mind.

Nevertheless, Piccolo helped his student up from the cold hard floor. He watched as Videl made eye contact with her husband. Gohan turned away hesitantly, causing her to grow angry.

“Why are you acting this way?!” She screamed suddenly. “She was my daughter too! I deserve to know what’s going on!”

Before Gohan or Piccolo could get a word in edge wise a new voice entered the fray.

“But of course you do.”

The three turned to the back door.

How could they not have sensed him there? It was….

“Go on son, I’d like to hear your little theory as well,” Goku’s darkened voice echoed throughout the deathly silent house.

“Goku what….”

“Piccolo…” the full-blooded saiyan said raising a staying hand, “Gohan was just about to enlighten us.”

The demi stared at his father, distrust darkening his young face. Not a word passed between them. It had come to a point where Videl couldn’t take it any longer.

“Did you do it, Goku?” She said as she advanced on the older man rapidly.

The spiky haired man looked down on the woman in distain. He didn’t say a word, but he couldn’t help the wicked smirk that grew on his face.

Videl’s bright blue eyes grew exponentially. Her mouth fell open in a horrified gasp.

“You… you did…” She gasped, stumbling back wildly causing her to fall on her ass.

“Stupid bitch, of course I did!” He said raising a glowing palm, “And the name is Kakarott!”

The screams were simultaneous, “Goku!” “Dad!”

Everything happened so fast that the demi hadn’t a clue what occurred. All he knew was that the ki signatures of his mate and his mentor were now none existent. He looked around, but all he could make out was the cyclone of dust and debris that whirled around him and the tears that were burning his vision. His aura was raging, and his heart was racing.

They were dead. But had he… had he killed them?

He’d lost control again and destroyed his home and his mother’s home in the process. But his power… it was so much more than he’d ever felt before. He raised shaking hands to his face. His fingertips grazing along a monstrous hairless brow. He could feel hair tickling the heels of his feet. How….

He looked up as hi felt another power approach him. His father… the murderer’s form emerged through the settling atmosphere. He stood before Gohan, his thick, hairless brows narrowing ice blue eyes.

“Finally,” a bloodthirsty growl rumbling throughout his voice, “You finally let go of that worthless human side of yours and became a true saiyan. Too bad I’ll have to kill you just like all the others. Though, this should actually be a lot more fun!”

Gohan opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted before he could say anything.

“KAKAROTT!” The voice that they both recognized as their Prince boomed through out the cleared area.

TBC