Her hands shook as she tried to carefully pull apart the blades of the vibrant pink razor, hissing when she nicked one of her fingers. Chichi let out a humorless chuckle as she watched the blood seep from the infinitesimal cut. Chichi knew that what she was doing was dangerous. She might have some semblance of control, but one day she might just not have the control to stop herself from going too far, too deep. One day she might just kill herself. "Hey Mom," her son Gohan said, completely oblivious to her recent doings. "Mom!" She turned and saw her son standing at the doorway.