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caughtinanetwork2012-04-28 02:24 am
neededahand) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-28 02:24 am
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3 dreams | Son Gohan | 4/24, 4/25, & 4/26 (backdated)
1) 4/24
[No visible reaction, as Gohan reaches over and turns the stupid device off. It's a dream he's had before and no one died.]
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2) 4/25
[Gohan's startled awake by a breeze through his window, and for a moment, sees nothing but Calculus. After another moment, he realizes that the Calculus is in a book. And that his face is also in the book. He groans and shoves it aside, before attempting to massage the headache out of his head.]
No more all-nighters... you'd think I'd have learned that by now...
[ooc: lyrics translation here.]
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3) 4/26
"--everything caved in, the robot was left alone. With no one to switch him off, eyes disconnected, left to rust and wait for his battery to wear down. Alone. Maybe he's still waiting."
Trunks would never look scared after one of his stories, of course, but he'd look interested. Trunks was nearly impossible to scare (Gohan had tried), and the story was more disturbing than actually frightening. It was something Gohan had thought about, modified from a personal experience, and it didn't really mean anything, anyway. Just a way to entertain the kid before bed.
The sky overhead glittered with stars, as the two boys laid back in the grass. Their campfire still burned merrily, and scattered around were Gohan's well-worn astronomy textbooks and the remains of the picnic Bulma insisted they take. Gohan had tried to refuse, reminded her that he knew how to provide for himself, but she would have none of it.
He'd still taken Trunks fishing, simply because fishing and camping and star-gazing were intrinsically linked in Gohan's own head. They were things his father had done with him, some of his most treasured childhood memories.
The realization that Trunks probably didn't have any memories like that had forced his hand, really.
"Hey, Gohan?"
"Yeah?" Gohan asked, reaching for the nearest of the books. He anticipated a question. Trunks had started asking his mother about spaceships, and he didn't exactly have this knowledge right in the front of his mind anymore.
He flipped it open, idly re-reading the inscription on the inside cover. "With love from Grandpa." Nearly every book he owned had a variation on that written in it somewhere.
Trunks turned over on to his side, just a little bit of firelight reflected in his eyes.
"You went to space, right? What was it like?"
He shut the book. Not the question he was expecting, but if he'd gotten all the scientific theory from Bulma...
Then again, she'd been on that trip, too.
"It was..." Hm. How to put this? "It was very big... limitless, I guess. If you find in the book how far away Jupiter is, and add in that we made it that far in ten minutes... then multiply that by the fact that we were traveling for a month, that might give you a hint. Not even a good one. I remember feeling very small."
He'd always felt rather small in those days. Still did.
"What else?" Trunks asked, eager the way only a six-year-old could be. "Did you visit any planets? Did you meet any aliens?"
Gohan choked back a laugh. Kind of ironic, that last question. "Yes and yes. I saw more aliens than planets, though. But we did land on the wrong planet first. The aliens who lived there read our minds and created this huge illusion to make us think we'd found the dragon balls."
"Why?"
"I guess they wanted something with us..." Gohan trailed off. "I don't really remember exactly what, but there was a monster in an acid swamp involved."
"An acid swamp?" The skeptical frown Gohan received prompted him to suppress another laugh. He wasn't sure which of his parents Trunks favored just then.
"It might not have been acid, but there was a monster," Gohan conceded. "I was five, you know. You don't always remember everything that happened to you when you were that little."
"Oh."
Trunks seemed to consider that, and even returned his gaze to the stars. "But there was a monster, right?"
"There was definitely a monster." If not at that particular point, then soon after...
"And you beat him, ri--"
[The dream cut off when Gohan was hit in the face by a particularly bright beam of sunlight. He groaned and pulled the covers back over his head. As bad as those days had been, things had been simpler then, especially where Trunks was concerned. Part of him was tempted to try and see if he could dream up the rest, but-- he frowned at the device next to his bed. It probably wasn't safe, he thought, turning it off.]
[ooc: please specify which dream you're responding to somehow. i apologize for the sheer... existence of this.]
[No visible reaction, as Gohan reaches over and turns the stupid device off. It's a dream he's had before and no one died.]
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2) 4/25
[Gohan's startled awake by a breeze through his window, and for a moment, sees nothing but Calculus. After another moment, he realizes that the Calculus is in a book. And that his face is also in the book. He groans and shoves it aside, before attempting to massage the headache out of his head.]
No more all-nighters... you'd think I'd have learned that by now...
[ooc: lyrics translation here.]
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3) 4/26
"--everything caved in, the robot was left alone. With no one to switch him off, eyes disconnected, left to rust and wait for his battery to wear down. Alone. Maybe he's still waiting."
Trunks would never look scared after one of his stories, of course, but he'd look interested. Trunks was nearly impossible to scare (Gohan had tried), and the story was more disturbing than actually frightening. It was something Gohan had thought about, modified from a personal experience, and it didn't really mean anything, anyway. Just a way to entertain the kid before bed.
The sky overhead glittered with stars, as the two boys laid back in the grass. Their campfire still burned merrily, and scattered around were Gohan's well-worn astronomy textbooks and the remains of the picnic Bulma insisted they take. Gohan had tried to refuse, reminded her that he knew how to provide for himself, but she would have none of it.
He'd still taken Trunks fishing, simply because fishing and camping and star-gazing were intrinsically linked in Gohan's own head. They were things his father had done with him, some of his most treasured childhood memories.
The realization that Trunks probably didn't have any memories like that had forced his hand, really.
"Hey, Gohan?"
"Yeah?" Gohan asked, reaching for the nearest of the books. He anticipated a question. Trunks had started asking his mother about spaceships, and he didn't exactly have this knowledge right in the front of his mind anymore.
He flipped it open, idly re-reading the inscription on the inside cover. "With love from Grandpa." Nearly every book he owned had a variation on that written in it somewhere.
Trunks turned over on to his side, just a little bit of firelight reflected in his eyes.
"You went to space, right? What was it like?"
He shut the book. Not the question he was expecting, but if he'd gotten all the scientific theory from Bulma...
Then again, she'd been on that trip, too.
"It was..." Hm. How to put this? "It was very big... limitless, I guess. If you find in the book how far away Jupiter is, and add in that we made it that far in ten minutes... then multiply that by the fact that we were traveling for a month, that might give you a hint. Not even a good one. I remember feeling very small."
He'd always felt rather small in those days. Still did.
"What else?" Trunks asked, eager the way only a six-year-old could be. "Did you visit any planets? Did you meet any aliens?"
Gohan choked back a laugh. Kind of ironic, that last question. "Yes and yes. I saw more aliens than planets, though. But we did land on the wrong planet first. The aliens who lived there read our minds and created this huge illusion to make us think we'd found the dragon balls."
"Why?"
"I guess they wanted something with us..." Gohan trailed off. "I don't really remember exactly what, but there was a monster in an acid swamp involved."
"An acid swamp?" The skeptical frown Gohan received prompted him to suppress another laugh. He wasn't sure which of his parents Trunks favored just then.
"It might not have been acid, but there was a monster," Gohan conceded. "I was five, you know. You don't always remember everything that happened to you when you were that little."
"Oh."
Trunks seemed to consider that, and even returned his gaze to the stars. "But there was a monster, right?"
"There was definitely a monster." If not at that particular point, then soon after...
"And you beat him, ri--"
[The dream cut off when Gohan was hit in the face by a particularly bright beam of sunlight. He groaned and pulled the covers back over his head. As bad as those days had been, things had been simpler then, especially where Trunks was concerned. Part of him was tempted to try and see if he could dream up the rest, but-- he frowned at the device next to his bed. It probably wasn't safe, he thought, turning it off.]
[ooc: please specify which dream you're responding to somehow. i apologize for the sheer... existence of this.]