I own nothing of DBZ. This is a sequel. But if you want to read this story, Read Basket Baby. It will be worth your while.
The sky above the lookout was clear and blue. The vision to the ground below was crisp, not a cloud below. Piccolo stood at the edge of this platform with the wind whipping at his cape. His eyes were closed tightly. He clenched the note in hand, fighting the erge to rip the paper in many peices and then blow it up with a special beam canon.
It was a full day after the horricific event and emotions were strirring. His greif was so great that he refused to talk to any body, even Gohan. He wanted to scream into the air, he wanted to punch a hole through the floor, he wanted to destory a whole city but he was too weak to do anything but stand. He couldn't even manage to help the others find the Dragon Balls.
The namekian opend his eyes and stared at the distance in front of him. He had to calm himself. The Dragon Balls would be here shortly. Then he can be with Mori again and not let anyone take her away from him again.
He shook his head and rubbed his temple. He need to be in control on his emotions. He would not subcome to them. Besides, like he told himself many times before, the Dragon Balls would bring her back.
"Piccolo! We're back!"
The Namek turned around, finally calm. Gohan ran up to him but stopped short, not sure if his friend had secured his mood. Piccolo grunted, "I'm fine. So what's going on?"
The man sighed in relief and waved him to follow him, "We found the Dragon Balls. Dende is summoning the dragon right now. Calm on!"
The two walked to the group.
The boys, Gohan and Trunks, were eager to see Mori once more. Although, as Piccolo stood next to Gohan, he noticed an odd behavior the boy was doing. He was avoiding his eyecontact and kept rubbing his hands together. He would need to ask what the hell was wrong with him later.
The sky grew pitch black and the dragon rose from the balls in a beam of light. In a blink of an eye, the magical ceature floated before them. His green scales rippiled as he bellowed, "I am Shenron. State your wish."
Dende rose his arms up, "Shenron, we ask that you bring the young warrior Mori back to life."
The tension slowly rolled off everybodies shoulders as everyone leaned forward. The dragon said, "I can not state your wish. The one known as Mori refuses to be brought back. State another or I will take my leave."
Everyone's faces turned from joy to sorrow. Mori did not want to return to the living.
Gohan, already with a back up plan in mind (although he didn't want to use it) said grimly, "Bring back everyone Kira had killed."
The eyes of the beast flashed, "So you have wished it, so it will be." A flash of light appeared and Kyo and Buu stepped out of that beam of light.
Kyo gripped his head, "That...was weird."
Yamacha pointed at the tattooed warrior, "Hey! Didn't you die from the senzu bean?"
The man shook his head, "I died right as you feed it to me. Quazunaians aren't allergic to anything."
Piccolo balled his fists in anger as he blasted off to the one place that would hopefully bring him peace. Goten rubbed his head, "Kami! Now I will never tell Mori I love her!"
Trunks swung his head around, "You can't love her, I love her!"
Goten swung his thumb at him, "Well, Mr. Know-it-all, I kissed her before everybody went out to find Kira! So that means, she loves me!"
Trunks snorted, "If she really loved you then she would've said it in the letter!"
The two butted their foreheads together, arguing who love her the most and who Mori loved.
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the immature boys and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He knew that Mori was trying to keep that demon away from Earth. Even if that was true, he still hated her for leaving them. She was his sparing partner and somebody who helped him watched his daughter. She was his new rival, and she also came up with witty quips to use against them as they battled, unlike Goku. To tell the truth, he felt...a little sad at losing her.
Goku gripped his shoulder, "Hey, how about we spar a little, just like old times, huh Vegeta?"
The prince shook his head, "Nah. Mori is more of a challenge than you will ever be. I think...I am just going to the house and yell at the woman."
Vegeta walked over to the two boys fighting, gripped Trunk's collar and dragged him with him to the edge of the look out. "You can fight later boy. Your mother would not be too pleased if I didn't bring you home."
Mori walked the snake path at a steady path, in no rush to go to any specific place.
She knew that Kyo was now alive. She talked to him for a few brief moments before he disappeared to the living. Even when she knew he was alive, she wouldn't allow herself to be brought back. The consequences were too great. The demon could escape again at any moment, and she can't have that.
She did remember that Kyo did say that their people use to have a sage who new everything about demons, and that he may be able to help with that problem.
Although she did not know where he lived, she was going to find someone on this path.
With a sense of hope, she began to sprint down the path to wherever it went.
Yeaaah...I thought it would be more fun if Trunks and Goten fought for their love. So, there you have it. Please subscribe and review.