Inner Workings of My Mind

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind

So dark and foul I can't disguise

Can't disguise

Nights like this

I become afraid

Of the darkness in my heart


What's wrong with me

Why not understand and see

I never saw

What you saw in me

Keep my eyes open

My lips sealed

My heart closed

And my ears peeled

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind

So dark and foul I can't disguise

Can't disguise

Nights like this I become afraid

Of the darkness in my heart


Hurricane by MS MR

Chapter 1

Gohan grit his teeth and clenched his hands at the overwhelming urge to destroy something. Anything. Recently, he had been agitated. No, it was more than that. He was more aggressive, sometimes to the point where he was violent.

He felt hot, clammy and he resisted the urge to pace around his room. Instead, he remained in his seat, his hands tightened into fists on top of his desk.

His pencil, snapped in half with his inhuman strength, laid on top of his scattered papers showing the integrals of his calculus assignment written in neat writing. Perfect writing, of course; his mother wouldn't accept anything less.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to focus. His head throbbed and his teeth and gums were beginning to hurt from gritting his teeth together so hard. Heat surrounded him. It was so hot.

One moment he was sitting, the next he was at the door, opening it. He walked down the stairs heading for the main door. Maybe he just needed fresh air. Yes, fresh air would help.

He glided through the kitchen, quiet on his feet, years of fighting and dangerous situations making his movements perfectly silent. His mother turned away from the stove, noticing his presence even though there was no sound to mark his entrance into the room.

"Are you done with your assignments yet, Gohan?" she asked as she prepared food. Her stomach was round with pregnancy and Gohan could feel the strong ki of his sibling. It wouldn't be long before Chichi gave birth.

Gohan made an effort to loosen his hands and relax his body before replying. "No, but I am just going to go get some fresh air. I will finish it when I get back."

She frowned and waved the wooden spoon in her hand in an admonishing manner. "Now, listen here, young man. You've been slacking off lately. You can go get fresh air after you finish your assignment."

Gohan resisted the urge to blast something to pieces, anger and irritation bubbling inside of him like molten lava. Don't misunderstand, he loved his mother very much and would never hurt her. But sometimes, she made him want to break something. Recently, he had to resist the urge a lot more.

His mother's demands had been increasing a lot more recently. He was only eleven, for Dende's sake! He needed to study more, she said, learn everything so he could become a great scholar. Scholars didn't need leisure time and they certainly didn't need to practice martial arts. No, no. Scholars didn't fight or get into violent battles to save the world.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Mom, I really need a break. I'll be back in a few hours."

He didn't bother to wait for her answer as he exited out the front door and took off into the skies. Gohan closed his eyes as he felt the air whip through his hair and along his body. The cool temperature made him feel slightly better. Now, if only we could get rid of his growing headache.

Gohan stood among the smoking and ruined forest, his hair yellow and spiked, his teal eyes flashing. It had felt so good destroying something. What he really needed was a spar, but he dare not. If he returned home sweaty and with his clothes torn, his mother would throw a fit.

He really wanted to power up to Ascended Super Saiyan to let off some steam, but he didn't want to attract the attention of the other Z-warriors. The young Saiyan could get away with powering up to the first level without attracting too much attention, but if he went any higher, someone would surely notice and come check on him.

With a heavy sigh he powered down before lifting off into the air to return home.

Bulma looked up from her work on one of her inventions when Vegeta entered the room with an irritated expression on his face. What had happened now? The genius set aside her tools to give her mate her full attention. She waited for the agitated Saiyan to say something.

After receiving no reason for his agitation for several minutes, Bulma attempted to find out what was wrong.

"Vegeta? What has annoyed you this time?" she asked. After receiving no acknowledgement she continued, "If you broke the Gravity Room just tell me so I can start fixing it..."

He shook his head and stopped his pacing, his eyes focused as if concentrating on something very far away.

"It is not that," Vegeta muttered. "He's doing it again."

"Who is doing what again?"

"The brat." the Saiyan Prince replied an annoyed scowl forming on his face. "He is powering up to Super Saiyan again, no one else is around, and he isn't sparring."

"Brat?" Bulma queried with a raising of her eyebrow.

"Kakarot's spawn."

"Oh. Gohan." Bulma said, smiling at the thought of the her godson. Then suddenly, concern grabbed ahold of her. "Is he being attacked?"

Vegeta shook his head once again. "It feels like he is just... destroying things. Rather violently, in fact."

Realization hit the Capsule Corporation heiress like lightning. "Are you concerned?" Bulma asked incredulously.

"Of course not, woman!" Vegeta snapped. "It has just been annoying the hell out of me with him increasing his ki all of the time!"

"Sure," the Briefs heiress responded with a roll of her blue eyes, clearly unconvinced. "All the time, you said? How often?"

"Fairly often," the Prince of Saiyans grunted. "It used to be every couple of days, but it has been every day for the last week."

Bulma nibbled on the edge of her lip with her teeth. "Do you want me to ask Chichi if there is something wrong with him?"

Vegeta grunted and didn't say anything. It was enough of an answer for his genius mate as she was an expert at interpreting his various sounds.

"I'll call Chichi later today," she decided, still chewing on her lip.

Vegeta grabbed her wrist, distracting Bulma from her thoughts. He lifted his hand up to tug her bottom lip out from between her teeth. She arched an eyebrow at him in question.

"Don't do that," he said. "You'll ruin your lips."

"Oh? And, why is that your concern?" she asked, a smirk spreading across her face and her bright blue eyes shining in challenge.

An equal smirk spread across his lips as he rose to the challenge in her tone. The Saiyan Prince leaned forward and claimed his mate's lips in a searing kiss. Her lips soft and cool, his warm and unyielding.

"Because I like doing that," he responded.


"Chichi? It's Bulma," the blue haired heiress said into her slim, black cell phone.

"Hey, Bulma. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing very well. I'm almost done with a new project of mine. I just wanted to call to check up. It has been a while since we talked. I hope you're not too busy?" Bulma asked. She lounged on her living room couch as she settled down for a long conversation with he friend.

"Not right now, Bulma. I just finished the dishes so I am going to take a break. My back is feeling a bit sore from the weight of the baby."

Bulma heard a slightly exhausted sigh from Chichi and the blue eyed woman frowned with worry. "How is the baby? No issues, I hope?"

"Everything is perfectly fine. The baby is just very active. Much more than Gohan was."

Chichi's voice adopted a frustrated tone at the mention her eldest son. Bulma's forehead furrowed with worry.

"Chichi, is there something wrong?" Bulma asked, jumping at the chance to find out if something was wrong with Gohan.

"No, Bulma. Everything is fine." In Bulma's opinion, Chichi didn't sound very sure of herself.

"What is it? Just tell me. I could tell by your tone of voice. Is it something with Gohan?" Bulma demanded.

"I just don't know what to do, Bulma! He is so moody and agitated! He isn't keeping up with his studies and he is mouthing off. My son is turning into a delinquent teenager!" Chichi's voice became increasingly agitated as her rant progressed. Bulma's mouth fell open slightly in surprise. She hadn't realize her friend was this stressed.

"Oh, Chichi... Tell me exactly what has been going on..." Bulma said with a sigh. The blue eyed heiress was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Vegeta listened in silence to Bulma's conversation on the phone with Chichi. It was slightly muffled, but his Saiyan hearing allowed him to hear both sides of the conversation.

His forehead furrowed in thought. He knew exactly what was wrong with Gohan. He just needed to confirm his suspicions.