Death. They say it's life's only inevitable. You're born, then you die. It's what happens between the two is the fun part. It happens to everybody eventually, no matter how big or small you are, all are equal before it.
Whether it's a good death, say passing in your sleep for instance, or a horrible, like being burned alive, screaming, waiting for it's sweet embrace, it comes for us all.
Then there's me. Mine falls into the catergory of Stupid Deaths, ones that people could have avoided if they were paying more attention, or if they just thought things through. I was never any good at either. Still not, for a matter of fact. How I lived as long as I did still confuses me.
I was out for a run, trying to get some exercise and enjoy the nice weather, when I decided it would be a good idea to go through some woods. I played in them often as a kid, I never really thought of the potential danger of doing so. But still, you'd expect a person to have enough common sense to slow down going through uneven terrain, right?
Wrong. A rock killed me. I knew as soon as my foot touched that damn tree root that things were gonna go bad, just not how bad. I slipped, and fell down and cracked my head open on my murderer, that damn uncaring rock. Thankfully small mercies do happen to foolish people sometimes, and I passed out almost instantly, dying of blood loss within minutes.
When my body was found, how my family and friends reacted, I don't know. All I knew is that as soon as Death took me, I was aware of myself. Is there a God? Do you reincarnate? Or do you stop existing? Gonna say no to the third one, becuase I soon "woke up", in a manner of speaking, with bright lights, angry voices and a feeling of everything being ... heavier.
'Hold up, what the hell just happened? Did I just die?! What?! Where am I?! I've never heard of an afterlife like ... oh. Oh please God no.' As my newborn eyes adjusted to the light enough for me to get my first glimpse of my new reality, I recognized that man off to the side, looking like he just doesn't care about the commotion around him.
'The hair, the armor, the wristbands, the freaking tail wrapped around his waist like a belt... oh please God don't let me be Raditz.'
AN: I have never wrote anything before in my life, so constructive criticism is welcomed, and if anybody wants to be a huge help and beta for me, I'd greatly appreciate it. This fic will be taking elements from Bringer Of Death by the fantastic npberryhill. I only hope I can do even a fraction as good a job as he has.