The original story of this 'main plot' is called "It's my Life" and was a humour fic. As this story progresses and after the sentimental crap it will get funny! I'm thinking when Gohan starts high school. As for romances, there will be random of those in this and if you're wondering why it's under the category it is now it's because of the latest chapter. For an example, if it's under the category of G/V it means the last chapter is G/V, so on so forth. And don't worry, there will be a lot of romance when our two demi-saiyans grow up…oops can't give it all away now can we?
Unforgettable
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter 1: The Innocence and Deception in a Girl
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My soul is the light of love,
My soul is the wing of support,
My soul is the flame of passion,
My soul is a wasteland of thought.
My soul is the purest water,
My soul is a silver harp,
My soul is a pot of greed,
My soul is a change of heart.
My soul is the halo of heaven,
My soul is the darkest hole,
My soul is only destruction,
Or a story, yet to be told.
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Piccolo paced over and over. The threat of Freiza came back and the Z fighters were somewhat ready for his grand arrival back to Earth. Piccolo knew they couldn't beat him, not without Goku for sure, but he felt something that everything will or might be all right. On this same battlefield that he was training young Gohan, Freiza would be here in a matter of days, or maybe even a couple of weeks. He knew Freiza was coming sooner or later, but that wouldn't stop him, or any other Z fighters to be at their max, especially Vegeta.
"Piccolo?" Gohan asked, "Is my dad going to come back anytime soon?"
Piccolo sighed. He loved this kid, even when he's annoying, he still loved him like the son he never had. After training him since he was a small boy, and fought side by side with Gohan and his father, it'd be hard not to love the two Sons. He didn't want to break his heart and to do that, it'd be very difficult. "I don't know kid. I-I thought he was dead—well I don't know for sure Gohan, but don't think like that. He'll be back."
Gohan looked sad for a moment as he grieved over his father, Son Goku, a legend, Gohan's hero, his father. There was never a time when he let anyone down, especially for his own family… "Um…Piccolo do you think he'd want me to train and get stronger until Freiza would come?"
Piccolo shifted nervously. "I'm not sure your mother would want you to, but Goku, nothing would make him prouder than seeing his son fight and defend for himself, and for the sake of others."
Gohan was suddenly snapped out of his trance and made a devilish smile, "Then what are we waiting for, let's spar!"
Piccolo managed to smile, "Sure, why not."
They both stepped back into fighting stance as they felt the cool breeze slip by. Piccolo started to advance and attack on Gohan giving him everything he got. Gohan was on defence, trying to hold up on his own. As much Gohan manage to counter, he couldn't, it seemed like Piccolo was at his max. Truth is, he wasn't. After what seemed like eternity, Piccolo managed to knock Gohan's head onto the ground, and threw a massive ki-ball at him. When the dust settled, Gohan looked like he was dead. He was KO.
Piccolo picked up the boy and laid him next to him as he meditates. I wish someone would come, Goku, or anything body would come, and save us all!
Dryly amused by his own foolishness, Piccolo wiped his bloodstained hand on his gi. He sat by Gohan, just to think and comprehend what the hell is going on.
*Hello?*
Piccolo looked at the boy who was "soundly asleep", it wouldn't be too long until Chichi would come and look for her precious baby. He'd take another minute to savour the evening cool air; even though if it smelled like freshly squeezed blood, the infamous smell of a burnt up battlefield.
*Hello?*
Piccolo turned in a full circle, his mind probing for that source of thought. It wasn't physic, but it felt it was, calling him, even though some bonds can stretch and call may people in a room at once. In this case, the thought was at or to him.
There was nothing. Piccolo just sat down again, thinking, or meditating, anyone worked for him.
"Hello?"
Piccolo spun around, dropped his armour, and set back into fighting stance.
He felt like a fool as he saw the girl staring back at him, wide eye. It was full of pure innocence.
She was looked smaller than Gohan, probably 6 years-old. Her body had no fat as it looked like she was scrawny, but Piccolo could see some muscle in her. She didn't look that weak. Her face showed innocence, while her body and posture showed a bit of deception.
Her attire happened to be a simple plain white dress. It was ordinary, unless you exclude that fact that there were numerous blood stains on it. He couldn't quite figure if she was a beggar's child.
She had ebony eyes, dark black eyes—dark as the midnight sky—dark as coal, dark as Goku's—even so it gleamed in the poor light. But even as crappy that description was, her eyes were extraordinary. It reminded him of a star just surrounded by darkness, by the dark sky, or a precious dark jewel that Bulma would fuss over. Her hair was also silky black, ebony, it looked soft, but in some odd way it could defy gravity—just like Goku's. As he stared intensely at her—she calmed down, and her hair settled down, cascading around her face. In serenity, she looked innocent.
"What are you doing here?" he asked roughly.
She laced her fingers and hunched her shoulders. "Y-you called for me. Y-you wanted a friend."
"You heard me?" he asked. How? Who was she?
Her eyes flickered at Piccolo then at the boy on the ground. "I hear a lot of things."
Piccolo shifted uneasily, "Aren't you afraid to be here, to be around here, out of the open? It's—"
She ignored him and glared at him with teary eyes, "Why did you kill him?"
Was it just he or did he hear her voice change? Piccolo sighed, "I didn't kill him, h-he got knocked out."
She was scared. "I have to go," she whispered. She walked away.
Piccolo grunted, "No wait" he followed her like stalking a prey and grabbed her around the waist and off her feet. Despite of her attempts, her kicking and her screams, she did put up a good fight. She began whistling.
"Ahhhhh," it was burning his ears. He let her go and she kicked him hard in the balls. He fell over, almost bearing to cry. He cursed under his breath. (AN/ and I didn't think he has balls…)
She was feisty little girl. She crouched on the ground with position much like a frog, knees bent, hands on the ground, eyes on him, staring him down as if he was the prey. "You could have taken him to a healer, a doctor."
Piccolo slowly sat up, hands still on his sore balls. "Er—no one here is a healer or a doctor, except his mother, but she would have a fit if I brought him home like this..."
She narrowed her eyes at the boy, and then glared at him, demanding. "What's your name?"
A muscle twitched in Piccolo's jaw. He didn't want to scare her if she knew about Piccolo. King Piccolo, the evil man who tried to take over the world and terrorized countless people. "I'm called, Piccolo."
She shifted a bit, "I heard stories about you, but I'm not afraid."
He countered, "Well, I don't want you to be. What's your name?"
She stuttered a bit, "G-Gochika, preferably called Chika."
He grinned, "Nice name but I think Grasshopper suits you more.
She wrinkled her nose, "Why?"
He made an 'I-know-everything-look'. "You jump a lot like a frog, feisty as a fox, but then hyper like a grasshopper."
She jumped back and snarled.
"See? But you're also much like a cat, but oh well." He hesitated but he had to ask. "Is your family camping or staying somewhere near the woods?"
She nodded slowly, "No."
He squint his eyes, "How did you get here?"
She only manage to whisper, "Fly"
He stared at her unbelievable. "You can fly?"
She looked back at the boy, "I think I can also heal him."
Piccolo licked his lips, He was very curious about this girl. She was just a girl, but no ordinary one. "Then do it."
Her gaze went to the boy lying on the ground then back at him for some kind assurance. She turned away from Piccolo and sat by Gohan. As her back was to Piccolo, she cut a vein on her neck with her nail as blood trickled down. She sat up the boy and opened his mouth. She bent her neck back and placed the boy's lips over the wound. Piccolo walked around and cursed under his breath. "Oh shit…"
Moments later he would see Gohan sucking on her wound, as if he never drank anything in days. Eventually he stopped and looked at the girl in front of him. He slowly rose to his feet and made a questioning look to Piccolo. "She's a friend?"
Piccolo nodded.
The boy nodded and licked the blood off his lips. The girl rose to her feet, something was different about her, her eyes, they kept flickering midnight black to a seafoam green. Oh shit…
She drew ki from her body and healed her wound then turned to the boy. "My name is Gochika, but called Chika. I think we are kindred."
Piccolo clutched onto Gohan's shoulder for support. "Saiyan?"
She looked down, "I don't know—but I think the boy and I are kindred."
The boy spoke, "I'm Gohan," and held out a hand. She hesitated and shook it.
Chika spoke with uncertainty, "Gohan…" She stepped back.
Piccolo choked, breaking the silence, "Do you often go wandering?"
Chika replied with no expression, "Sometimes, if I do they call me. Like you did."
Like I did…shit. "Grasshopper, I don't want you to listen to those people who call you, don't come, children are venerable to many dangers."
There was a strange expression in her eyes, which settled back to midnight black. "Yes, I know."
Piccolo walked to her and shook her gently, forcing her to look up at him. "Please don't listen to them."
"But then I don't get to see you."
A thousand knives in his heart would be less painful. How soft has he become, and where the hell did King Piccolo go? "I know, but we would always be friends. It's not forever. When you grow up, you'll find us, or we'll find you." Just don't come when Freiza arrives.
She nibbled her lip, "How old is grown up?"
Gohan watched in silence as Piccolo made his answer. He was about to say, when you grow tits, or when you go through puberty, but then she would just ask what that is. "When you are old enough to be on your own—and understand the things that goes on in the inside of yourself and what's going on around you."
Gohan made an amused look, "That can be literally forever—"
She looked at the both of them and hesitated, "Piccolo, would you recognize me when I'm that old. That'll be a long time."
Even if it was 10 years or forever, he couldn't forget those eyes, and that power he felt through her when she was 'healing' his young 'warrior'. "Don't worry, just please don't go wandering."
She sighed, "Okay I won't go wandering here, unless I have a really good reason to, but I won't."
Piccolo spun her around and grabbed her from behind, "One more ting before you go. What happens if you go wandering and someone tries to hurt you?"
She chuckled, "Is that a challenge Mr. Piccolo?"
Gohan frowned, "You can spar?"
She swiftly kicked Piccolo in the stomach and jumped, gliding in the air. She made a stop about a foot away as she set back into a fighting position.
Piccolo and Gohan stood back in somewhat of awe. They didn't expect this from her, from a little girl—okay maybe Piccolo did. However, this one was full of surprises. Piccolo's smiled vanished before it appeared on his face. "I want to teach you something." He grabbed her hand and directed it to a mountain near by. "Do you know how to make ki-balls?"
She shook her head, "No."
He smiled, "See that mountain over there," he pointed to the mountain, "I want you to direct your energy, like how you elevate, and blow up the mountain."
She nodded. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated. Nothing, nothing happened. "I can't do it!"
Piccolo shifted a bit, "We'll make this personal. When you look at that mountain, think of someone you despise or hate."
Her eyes went back to the mountain and she concentrated. Her mind wet blank as power surged through her, to her arm, slightly burning Piccolo's hand, and releasing out of her hand as a beam of light. As it went out—it thickened—then it hit the mountain with such force, it exploded.
Piccolo let go of her hand, more than pleased. He looked at her then back at Gohan for some assurance. It would be a long time until he would see her again…
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Piccolo walked to her, and somehow felt he should show her some affection, it was hard not to. "Thank you for healing Gohan," You would be a good asset to us, but… "Good-bye" He said as he caressed the soft cheek of her chubby mouth. She nodded, which looked like a bow to the both of them. "Bye Piccolo, Gohan." She stared at the both of them for a while.
She floated in the air, powered up, her hair defying gravity. Her light pale skin like Gohan's contrasted to the light yellow pigment of the sun, or was it from what she powered up. Super Saiyan? No, it couldn't be. She wasn't…
Many things puzzled him as she flown away. Some how, some way she would break her promise. He knew sooner or later, she'll be back…
…maybe too sooner for his liking…
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Woah that was pretty long. I think this one is better than my old version, more intense baby, and in this one, you can bet I'm putting effort in this! Mwahahaa…You be the judge and sorry for the inconvenience, but clearly I'm not rushing like I did in the old one. If I finished the old one, the ending would be the same in both…
Eventually I will pick up where I left off…
So R&R on your way out!!
It's very important if you review because it'll let me know if I should continue with this one or just screw the old one. I think this one is better anyways…
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Goku's DaughterNext time when you come back or if you come back:
-Freiza hopefully decides to show up-My hotty Future Trunks makes his arrival (I'm crossing my fingers)
-We figure out why Chika and Gohan are Kindred…and to whom? It's that obvious…
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