Disclaimer: This story is rated PG. It is not rated because of cussing, gore, violence, or lemons, it is rated so because even without these things (ok, so there is mild swearing and a sprinkling of violence) it is still (pardon my not-so-french) pretty damn freaky. The scenario can be explained thusly: a certain person has a certain mental problem. I'm not telling you who, but if you know me then you already know. Oh, and Sel didn't kill Goku, its an alternate universe where he's still alive. . . Prepare to be scared.
Rating: PG
Genre: Horror/drama
main character: Goku
"But I'm not afraid of dreams."--Goku, freiza saga
Bulma walked quietly down the hall of the institution.
"Room eighty-six, of course," She said to herself. How could she forget? She'd been there dozens of times. "Poor Chichi, it hit her so hard, I'm worried she'll end up in here with him!"
The lock clicked and she pushed the door open. Two dull blue eyes cast their glassy sheen in her direction. They blinked quizzically, light bouncing off of them and into Bulma's own pupils. She looked at the floor, unable to maintain her gaze.
The owner of those blue spheres smiled. His last visitor had been Chichi, three days ago, and the cold white walls were no substitute for a friend's face. He cocked his head to the side. Bulma was frowning at him, but why? He hadn't seen a genuine smile or heard laughter that wasn't forced in so long, he was desperate to find some source of joy again. There was only the memory of happiness that somehow permeated the steel door of his prison. He could have broken the thing, but then what would they have done to him?
Bulma eyed him with a similar fascination as she had when he was a boy, but she felt sorry for him now. The kid was really sick. how could this have happened? the strongest man on earth stood before her, but with schizophrenia. She didn't even want to imagine how Gohan and Chichi must feel.
Goku shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced around. He had every inch of the room memorized, right down to the cracks in the ceiling, he felt awkward, so he kept looking. He knew why bulma stared at him. she like so many others thought he would lash out at her because he was crazy. He wouldn't, he could never hurt anyone, but they wouldn't believe that.
It was Goku's turn to feel hurt. he was being treated like HE was the disease. something to be quarantined, confined. As there was no way to stop his mind from twisting up his thoughts, and telling him things he didn't want to hear. There was no cure, only his room, a little box to keep him in.
Finally, Bulma broke the silence. "How. . .how are you Goku?" she asked uneasily. because he was a Saiyan, when Goku was being affected by his schizophrenia his eyes became a strange milky blue. times like this he was totally unpredictable.
Goku sighed, with an audible melancholy tone in his voice and said simply, "Mmm, so-so." He seemed calm enough, but you couldn't help but get the feeling he was upset.
Goku was thinking o how, for some reason, Bulma was reminding him of a cow. He didn't know why, but she seemed very cow-like at the moment. This kind of thing tended to happen to him a lot now. He looked at bulma again. "How are you?"
What a question! Bulma was reminded of how overly-curious Goku had been when he was little. "I guess, I'm alright," She forced a smile and Goku had to restrain himself. "Chichi misses you you know, Goku. She told me. She wishes you were able to come home."
"Yes." Goku looked sad. Other than ÔChichi misses you' all hye had heard was Ômoo.' This bothered him because obviously that wasn't what Bulma had said. "I don't want to be here," Goku said, his voice starting to shake. "I hate it here! Why can't I come with you?"
"You're too sick Goku." Bulma bit her lip.
"But I don't feel sick. I feel lonely! And you never smile anymore. No one does. Are smiles even real or are you going to tell me I made those up too?"Goku shut his eyes.
"Goku, it just doesn't work that way, you ARE sick and you need help. you can only get that help here. All you have to do is be the way you used to be and then you can leave."Bulma looked at goku as she said this. he was swaying slightly.
"Please. . .don't do this to me!' Goku pleaded quietly. "I don't know how to get better but I know that sitting here every single day only makes it worse! I have to get out! Please, help me. . .please. . ."
"You know I can't."