After finals were done I went back to my room. I was working on a new few inventions for quirks in general. While I was working I put my headphones in. I listened to some classic 70s music. Because who doesn't love that stuff.

I was on my computer looking at the new invention I had thought of. It would increase the users quirk without increasing the weaknesses and drawbacks and side effects. There would be designs specifically for each of the 3 types of quirks. Mutation. Emitter. And Transformation. These would only be permitted to pro heroes. Each one would have an identification and manufacture number. And after a purchase the corresponding numbers would be listed next to the hero. They would be manufactured privately and no knowledge of the technology would be released. Only that we can increase the strength of quirks. This is to prevent the devices from falling into villain hands. And you had to get special permission from the government, military, pro hero headquarters, and the company itself. These would be on the utmost security. And once a hero purchased the bands they would only activate by that hero with that quirk using identification. So in other words only they could use them. I worked on them all week. Determined to get them finished and made before the training camp.

We had a few days off to recover from finals. I was seated at my desk. It was a bright spring morning. Sunlight streamed into my room. I had the window open as a playful breeze drifted by. Birds chirped outside. I was humming along to Faith by George Michael and tapping my pencil, when I got a call from my dad. Looking at it curiously I picked it up and answered. Holding it up to my ear.
"Yeah dad." I said.
"Son." My dad sounded worried and freaked out. And was talking in a way like he was trying to keep me calm.
What could've happened?
"Now listen closely. Don't freak out. Don't get mad. Try to stay calm ok? Promise me?" He sounded really worried. Confused and concerned I agreed.
"Oh man.... Gogeta, THAT person is here." He said. I could almost hear the panic in his voice. As soon as he said that I turned white as a sheet and my blood ran cold. I stood up as quickly as possible. My chair clattered to the ground. I leaned on my desk for support.
They couldn't be. Why? Why are they? Why won't they leave us be? Why are they torturing us like this?

"W-What?" I said trying to keep myself calm. My breathing becoming labored.
"They want to see you." He said. I heard someone say something to my dad then a door closing. "Shit. Gogeta don't come. I don't know what they want with you. Stay where you are." He kept his voice level as he repeated the directions to me.
"Then why did you make this call to me?" I asked. Not believing my dad's stupidity sometimes.
"They forced me. They listened up to the point of me telling you to come then they walked out. But don't come." He repeated. His voice kept fading away like he was looking at the door waiting for that person to come in.

"Dad I have to." I took a shaky breath. "I have to face that fear sooner or later." I said. Dreading the moment to see them.
"If your sure." He said, concern in his voice. "See you soon."
"Yeah." I said. I removed my hand from my desk. I formed a fist and squeezed hard. The line buzzed dead. I put it in my pocket before bringing a hand up to my mouth to stifle a sob. I slowly crouched down till I was kneeling on the floor. Crying. Tears fell down my face and nose onto the black fabric of my shorts.
Why?
My shoulders shook.
Why now?

All to soon I was at my house. I stood staring at it from the forest. I had a hand against a tree, standing in the shade as the trees rustled in the wind. It looked so normal. But in reality I knew my dad was in there with a monster. Taking a deep breath I approached the house. I followed the dirt pathway as it lead up to my house. As I reached for the handle I noticed my hand was shaking. I gripped it with my other hand.
Damn it! Why? Why? Why!?

Tears trickled down my face as I hunched over. Unwelcoming memories popping into my head. Fast as lightning they came and went. My breathing hitched in my throat.
Damn it. If they see me like this I'm done for.

Eventually I calmed myself down. I wiped away my tears with the palms of my hands. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Almost instantly I was met with an argument.
"Why are you here?!" I heard my dad shout. He very rarely shouted. His voice was hard and menacing. But the next voice that spoke sent chills down my spine.
"To see Gogeta! I thought I told you that!" They're voice was equally as hard and menacing. Like they were insulting my father.
"You have no right! You abused and tortured him for years! Do you know how scarred he is! He has nightmares almost every night from your verbal abuse!" He shouted back. His voice was angry. It sounded like they were in the kitchen.

"Me!?!?! I never did that! What the hell are you talking about!?" Their voice shouted back. You could tell they were lying just by the sound. I hated their voice. It was like listening to nails on a chalkboard.
"Don't play dumb with me! Why don't you ask him yourself before he snaps!" My dad shouted back.
"Snaps like the monster he is!? Or snaps like the weakling he is?!" They shouted back. Shrieking like they always did. 
I don't want to see them. I don't want to be here. Why?

I slowly walked forward out of the entryway, through the living room and to the kitchen. Time seemed to move to quickly and not quickly enough. All to soon I reached the kitchen. I spotted them. My dad was standing across the table from them. His hair was even more wild than usual. The sunlight that was in the room did nothing to lighten the mood. It was as if an eternal darkness settled over the house that would never go away. Then there they were. The person who caused the darkness.

The person I dread to see the most...

My mother.

Oooooooooooo

The person Gogeta hates, despises, dreads, and fears the most is finally revealed. What could she have done? Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

Wait wrong show. Find out next time on The Universal Monster. There we go.

A.N. 1189 words! What do you guys think of Gogeta's mother. I will go more into depth next chapter. Warning it will have some mental illness kind of stuff.