3 dreams | Son Gohan | 4/25, 4/26, & 4/27
Apr. 27th, 2012 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neededahand4/25
[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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4/26
[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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4/27
"--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 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 were intrinsically linked in Gohan's own head. They were things
[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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4/26
[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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4/27
"--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 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 were intrinsically linked in Gohan's own head. They were things
