Hours turned to months. Months to years. Years to decades, to centuries, to millenia, to eons. And on the two slept, oblivious, knowing only that they loved eachother and would not be seperated, which was all an enemy could have ever done to hurt them. For three billion years the twin souls lay in the rain that did not collect, napping on, waiting for their time. They did not wait in vain.
On the exact second anniversary of their three hundred billionth year,
the man began to shine. He lifted his face to the endless sky and, his
identical soul still resting peacefully in his arms, began to cry.
Krillin, the brave and good (and rather small, truth be told) soldier of
the Earth was jolted from his pleasant sleep by a sharp knocking on the
door. Sitting up, he looked about him. He was downstairs, covered in a
rather ugly green and blue plaid cotton blanket. The TV was on. Apparently,
he had fallen asleep during the Godzilla marathon. Trying to remember what
had woken him up, he reached for the remote. He almost dropped it in suprise
when there was another sharp knocking, more impatient then before.
He glanced at the clock. Hardly seven. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Stifling a yawn, Krillin stood up and, kicking the blanket back onto the couch, went to the door. As he reached it there was yet another pounding.
"What?" he asked absently, rubbing his eyes as he opened the door.
"Um..." a female voice said softly, timid and nervous. Krillin raised his eyes and felt blood rushing to his face almost instaneously at the sight of the person who had come calling.
The girl held a striking resemblance to his best friend, Son-Gokuh. Had her chest been much flatter and her arms a little stronger, they would be identical. She was tan and healthy and strong. Her hair, the same as Goku's but for a more well defined blue-tinted shine, was shaped in the same untameable and wild manner. She was tall, and there was not an inch of difference in between her and Goku's height. She nervously brushed a shining crystalline tress behind her ear and cracked a smile at him. Even if she hadn't been undeniably pretty, Krillin would have blushed anyway, at the sight of her attire.
A nearly transparent scarlet scarf-like cloth was wrapped around her breasts, going across her left shoulder. The right was left bare but for a thin silver chain high upon it with a little dangling charm that was simply a crimson disc with blacks swirls upon it. The design was echoed in the centre of a tiara-like headpiece, thick bracelets on either of her wrists, identical anklets on her ankles, a ring on her right hand, and the shining band around her tight and powerful belly. Nothing but a cloth, crimson of course, covered her bare crotch. It was held with a silver chain. She smiled nervously at him, which he could not help but return. The blush started to drain.
"Um, what is it, miss?" he asked.
Her eyes started to tear up. Then, without warning, she leapt at Krillin and scooped him up in a suprisingly powerful embrace. Krillin, a little confused, just waited gracefully in her arms for an explanation.
"Krillin--!" she cooed happily, nuzzling her cheek against his. She giggled a little and tightened her grip, lifting the little man clear off the ground like a huge doll. Then, placing a sweet little kiss in the centre of his face, placed him back down.
The ex-monk cleared his throat. "Um, sorry if I'm being rude, miss, but who are you?" he asked, rubbing his face where he had been kissed.
She blinked, then spread out her arms in what the Bible called "the beseeching fashion".
"Krillin! It's me!" she exclaimed.
"Who's 'me'?" Krillin said, a little suspicious and beginning to doubt the girl's sanity, until, that is, he realized that she could not possibly have known his name if they had not met at some point.
"Goku!" she shouted, looking a little desperate to be recognized. "I haven't changed all that much, come on, please recognize me!"
Okay, she was insane. Krillin raised an eyebrow and glanced at the size of her chest and crotch. Nope, definately not a boy.
"Dear, how can you be Goku?" he asked, a little too sweetly. She huffed in anger and slapped him straight across the face. Krillin went flying, shocked at the force of her hit. He crashed through the wall, blood dribbling down his lip. He looked up from the ruins at her. She was looking pouty, like a child denied of ice cream. The little warrior stood up. It was nothing compared to what else he's been through but... still, no ordinary human could have knocked him off his feet like that.
"Krillin, damn you, why don't you recognize me!" she shouted, stamping her feet. Krillin examined her face. She certainly looked like Goku, the same wide innocent eyes, the snip of a nose and long thin bridge, the small mouth and the elegant round shape of her face, long strong legs and thinned waist...
"Goku?" he asked. "Is that really you?"
Her eyes eyes began to water again, a few stray drops trickling down the side of her face. "Oh, Krillin, your so stupid!" she sobbed as she went to hug him again. Krillin, a little disturbed at finding his best friend having turned into a girl (and a girl his secretly found attractive, even more disturbingly), did not return her embrace for the second time.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked as he forcefully pulled his--or her, apparently--arms off of his neck.
She put her hand behind her head sheepishly, a habit of Goku's. Laughing a little, she blushed in embarassment. "Yes, well, you see.."
Suddenly a strong, brawny hand was placed on hershoulder. Goku turned to smile at someone Krillin had never seen before. He was tall, taller then Goku, with hair similar to Goku's but much longer, shaggy, falling to his knees. He was tan with odd armour, a monkey-like tail slowly snaking around the girl's ankle. She either did not notice or did not care as she took the person's hand and kissed it.
"I can explain so, dear." said the towering man down to his "dear". Goku nodded, smiling at him and snuggling girlishly into his chest. Krillin glanced to one side, blushing a little at bearing witness to these two getting so chummy together. "My name is Radditz. I am Kakarot--"
"Goku." Goku corrected automatically.
"If you insist, Goku's." sighed Radditz, before continuing. "I am his brother. He has a rare Saiyan condition that incudes his evil qualities to come out in another form, in this case a girl. I came to Earth to find him and destroy this planet, but after he told me of his adoration of this place I have decided to spare it out of pure affection and utter devotion to my beloved sibling and to making him happy."
"....." Krillin stared at Radditz blankly for a few seconds. Goku sighed and stepped foreward, taking Krillin's hand in hers and dragging him through the door. Radditz followed, rudely clucking the interior of the house.
"I get it..." Krillin said, looking at the peaceful, sleeping face of Goku, who was cuddled in her brother's embrace. "So, he should have been a villain?"
"Yeah..." Radditz said absently, smiling lovingly (perhaps a bit too lovingly) down at his brother's (sister's?) crooning form. A hand bulking with muscle tenderly brushed one of her blue-shining tresses from her face. She made a cute clucking noise in her throat and shifted position, curling deeper back into sofa and into her brother, who chuckled and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"But why has he started to turn into a girl?" Krillin asked. He didn't get embarassed anymore when one of the siblings went to kiss or hug eachother. They did so frequently throughout the brief meeting and he was used to it by now. "He didn't use to do so, or at least... I've never seen him do so before."
"Yes, well, we've developed a theory on that." Radditz unwrapped his tail, which had been secured around Goku's ankle since the meeting had began, and re-wound it about her wrist, which had been twitching faintly as she dreamed. The fluxuating stopped and she sighed gently. "When he was very young, it was difficult to tell what gender he was. Besides, one is supposed to only very rarely switch forms, and for only a few seconds at that. But when he lost his tail, he also lost his ability to release the impurities the Gods wished to force on him. After a while, it began to build up and I guess he just sort of snapped. Now he's likely to spend fifty percent of the rest of his life as a girl."
"Fifty percent!?" Krillin choked on his coffee. It seemed a big deal to him. After all, he had just learned his best friend A) Was an alien, B) Was supposed to have killed him, the rest of his race and their planet and C) Was going to be a girl for half of the time.
Radditz nodded. "Perhaps more. During which time God knows what he may do. We've already discovered his female form to be vengeful, dominating, violent, easily angered, and well..." He got a dirty look in his eyes and looked down at the napping Goku. The edges of his mouth twitched in an effort to hold down a grin. Krillin, who was afterall not so innocent as his friend, was able to put two and two together.
"You mean you and--and she...?"
"Aheh. Yeah."
A sweatdrop formed on a side of Krillin's head. A big one. A huge one. One so big Chiatzou could have drowned in it. "Thanks for sharing, Radditz. I feel sick..."
"Oh, stop over-reacting." Radditz snapped. He thought of reaching over and slapping the little rat for his impudence, but thought better of it. His brother was obviously very fond of this pathetic Earthling and might not like it if he snapped off his little head. "It was a one-time thing. Incest isn't the worst he could be doing."
"Yeah, okay." Krillin muttered, resting his head in his hands. He thought for a few seconds before lifting his head again. "But what about Chi-chi!? Is she--Goku--her husband? And poor Gohan.. how is he going to take the fact that his Daddy is a girl!? And that his Girl Daddy has been... being... with his uncle!??"
Radditz rolled his eyes for what must have been the thousandth time. He couldn't help it. Humans were so unnessicarily excitable and loud and wasting. It was obnoxious. "Calm down, short stop. If they love my brother enough to deserve him, they'll accept it without a second thought."
"They better..." muttered Krillin, sighing and sub-conciously admiring the way Goku's hair shone so that you could see a faint blue reflection on her skin. She was really very beautiful, one of the most beautiful (if not the most period) lovely people, men or women, he had ever seen. Krillin, who's handsome body and loving heart were countered by his strange looks, afterall had little socialization with women. But even without comparison, it was rather obvious that Goku was really the prettiest thing, with a sweet smile and a twinkly voice.
"The flaming yaks want me to die!" whined Goku in her sleep.
Earlier...
An odd force had awoken the saviour of the Earth, the angel of hope to the homosapien race, little Son-Goku of the humans. It shone, piercing like the sun after years of darkness, and then fell to nothing. It had been so strong, however, that it had shaken him from his sleep. He had not been able to fall back to unconcious bliss so at last he gave up, rising from his bed and favouring his peacefully slumbering wife with a smile.
He called Nimbus, his ever-faithful "pet" cloud. The cold, but not frigid, winds that struck his body helped wake him. He was still a little incoherant though, as the cloud banked on the gravelly shores of a hot spring. Might as well take a bath while he was up early. Goku looked to the west, where he was sure the sun would rise soon. Or was it to the east? He gave up thinking soon, since it made his head hurt.
Goku stripped of his orange clothing, revealing a beautiful body that needed only stereotypical shining white dove wings to be a completed Mortal Angel. He stood in the cool darkness he was so in love with, smiling out at the steaming hot springs with gentle eyes. He was far too innocent, afterall, to realize his own beauty and the desire others would inevitably feel to own that beauty. Chuckling a little at the cute way little woodland creatures spied him from the safety of their trees, convinced they were out of sight, he stepped foreward into the not unpleasantly steaming water. Goosebumps rose on his skin from the clashing of frigid autumn air and near boiling liquid.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a jolt of pain he had never imagined possible literally knocked him from his feet. Goku fell in a tangle of limbs as water splashed and the animals went running. He screamed, but his voice was cut off when water rushed into his mouth and forced it's way down his lungs. He lay trembling, hardly breathing in the water for a few seconds, before, treacherously slowly, starting from the back of his head, liquid fire poured through his body. All reason was thrown to the window and he thrashed animalistically, shrieking and squirming as water enveloped him. Minutes passed and still the off-earthly ache did not cease tormenting him. From his mouth flooded hellish screams and inane babble. His thanatos surged and he tried desperately to drown himself. Eventually, when enough liquid was forced down his throat, Goku's body could no longer grip onto conciousness and he went under, trembling and whimpering softly in his comatose.
Luckily, the small water formation was really not so small and it was a windy day. Small waves pushed the unconcious man onto the shore before he turned over, burying his face in the water so that he would surely perish. He lay among the gravel, sobbing instinctively, as his body morphed and mutated into strange new forms. Spare blood oozed from everyone opening on his form, turning the gravel red and the river pink.
And that was how his brother found him; curled in a fetal position, trembling, sick, and in his new form.
At first, Radditz thought it was just some thrown-out dieing wretch or prositute thrown to her just desserts, but when he went to see if humans were edible, a feeling of deja vu struck him so heavily he could not harm the pathetic being without first inspecting her.
He lifted her still shaking body from the crimson-stained water and held up her face, more then a little suprised at her blossoming beauty. He saw no more then what everyone else saw, but to him the shining loveliness was multiplied by tenfold, since afterall, Goku was modeled after Saiyajin beauty, powerful and earthy and primitive.
Radditz knew, by a sense unrecognizable to the physical world, that this was his blood and his darling lost brother, but how (or why) he had somehow or another switched genders understandably a bit. But deeply rooted affection for his relations, and an unshaken tower of attraction to his sibling's shallow good looks, urged him to care for his darling brother, so infant-like in this state, like a parent.
He knelt on the damp rocks, cradling his brother's softly whining head in the crook of his arm, whispering under his breath words of praise and comfort to him. It was terribly uncharacteristic for him, Radditz, the all-mighty and cruel, to ever be so gentle and sentimental towards someone, but he just wouldn't feel right if he wasn't replusively loving to his brother. He may have been a heartless evil bastard, but in his heart of hearts, he loved his baby sibling more then anything else in the world. Even as an infant, Kakarot was so brave and loving for a Saiyan. They were such close brothers. Identical souls, really.
So as the sun rose the two loved siblings, half-embracing, fell asleep under the shade of the willows.