Hotshot: I decided to do all the movies once antroid-cell saga is done- not doing buu because there has yet to be a kaidub of it and I hope they will get to it soon. So, I don't know if I'm gonna do this one and start the android saga at the same time or finish with this one first or whatever. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
Kyru the Half-Sayian
History of Trunks
Prologue
Mountain Paozu
Gohan and Kyru ran through the forest, towards the Son house. They had felt Goku's Ki drop sharply mere moments ago and now, they were worried beyond belief. As they got closer, they could see Oolong and Puar there, watching.
"Hey, Gohan! Kyru!" Oolong called as the two got closer. They were quick to bypass their two friends and noticed that the warriors and Bulma, who was holding Trunks, were standing in a circle with Vegeta sitting on a rock. Gohan ran into the house, followed by Kyru, and bursts into the room that held Goku. They could see Chichi at Goku's bedside, along with Roshi and Ox King.
"Father?" Gohan called and Chichi looked over at him with tears in her eyes.
"Oh Gohan…Kyru..." Chichi sniffed. "I'm sorry…"
The two kids slowly glanced down at the peaceful face of Goku. That's when they felt it. Goku's Ki...was fully gone now.
"N...no…" Kyru breathed, her eyes wide. First her birth parents...now Goku? She felt Gohan wrap his arms around her and pulled her close to him, rubbing her back. He slowly led her outside and carefully sat her on a rock a few feet away from Vegeta. Kyru could feel Gohan pet her tail in comfort, something she couldn't return.
"Kyru...Gohan…" The two looked over and saw Krillin walking over to them.
"U….uncle Krillin.." Kyru's voice shook slightly and it was noticeable to anyone who could hear it. Krillin took a step forward when a green arm stopped him. Piccolo walked up ahead of Krillin before kneeling down beside the rock and looked at Kyru. He didn't have to worry about Gohan in this situation, the boy knew that the mourning of his father might be short lived and he had to be at the ready. Kyru on the other hand...she needs to have time to mourn. She is still only a little girl who had to, what he suspect, watch both of her father figures die.
Piccolo placed a hand on the girl's back of the head and leaned forward until their foreheads touched. He watched as the tears started to slip from her eyes and down her cheeks before reaching his free hand out and set it down on her back, rubbing it.
Unfortunately, a new threat emerged six months later.
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