Disclaimer; I do not own the Dragon Ball/Z/GT Franchise or his characters, the same goes for Kill la Kill, but this story and everything I create in it, if I ever want to create something new, is mine.

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"Glimpses of Greatness"

Pan was proud; proud of her only grandson, Goku Junior. Everyone called him Goku just as everyone did with her deceased grandfather, long ago. Pan felt nostalgic at those memories; when she, her grandpa and Trunks traveled through space, searching for the Dragon Balls. Those were the memories she treasured the most. One of the few memories she could remember now due to her mind collapsing, sometimes making her forget important things. Now, in a bed, she knew it; she knew that soon, she would join her family.

"Grandma, I prepared some food for you"

His voice. It was almost the same as Goku's. There, with a plate in hand, Goku. Jr moved to his grandmother, leaving the spaghetti in the little furniture close to the bed, and sitting in the chair aside.

"How was your day, Goku?"

"As ever…work work work, and never fun at all" Goku told her with a bored face. "Why do you ask anyway? You already know what my answer will be, grandma"

Pan just giggled at that. Even when their aspects were almost the same, her grandson developed a different personality from his great grandfather. It had to be the fault of that Puck and Vegeta boys he hung out with. But Goku. Jr inherited her grandpa's innocence, that was certain.

"It's just that…hearing you talk..it makes me feel nostalgic"

Yeah, nostalgic, that was the word. In the last months, her life consisted of waking up, seeing her grandson, wait for the breakfast, and sleep again. It repeated through the day, and through the week.

Through the month.

"Nostalgic? Why?" Her grandson asked. She looked at him again, seeing the trace of curiosity filling his onyx eyes. Yeah; he definitely was like Goku. Seeing at him now, with sixteen years, he looked like Goku, too.

"My grandfather. You sound just like him, Goku"

"Who was your grandfather, grandma?" He asked.

"He was called Goku, and he was the strongest and most kind person in the universe" Pan replied with a smile in her face.

Goku frowned slightly; for him, this wasn't new. There were some days where his grandma told him about her adventures in the space, and he patiently heard her talk. It was the less he could do. His grandma occupied a special place in his heart as a paternal figure, the one who took care of him when he was little. His fathers, for what he heard, died from a car accident. It all happened when he was just a baby.

Now, he had to endure this. For her. Goku didn't doubt that his grandma's mental sanity was in the edge. And there was nothing he could do about it. She couldn't even remember that she already told him that story many times in the two past months, but the worst part was that Goku already knew who her grandfather was, and, in a futile attempt to see if she remembered something, he asked again.

"How he was? In appearance, I mean."

"Oh, Goku, you are almost exactly like him," She told her grandson. Pan continued to tell her grandson the qualities of her grandfather. "He was as kind as you, too."

Goku remained silent for the moment. If doing so would please his grandma, then so be it.

It only lasted a few minutes, but Goku got tired of watching Pan looking to the horizon in the window, without eating.

"Yeah, grandma, but I can assure you that he would have already eaten that plate if I prepared it for him."

"And that's the part where you don't are like him" She replied, taking the breakfast with weak hands. If she was younger, her stomach would have begged her for more to eat, but, alas, she wasn't. When she finished with the plate, Pan leaned in the bed, again.

"Tomorrow is the day. Have you packed all your things?"

"Yes"

"Pants?"

"Yes"

"Clothes?"

"Yes"

"Jacket?"

"Yes"

It continued like that until Pan made sure that her grandson packed all his things. He would be sent to a military-like academy, where the students had their own dorms, with services included. Or so she heard. Honnouji Academy, it was called.

"I told you to be careful, right?"

"Yes, grandma, I will be careful" Goku replied. He didn't want to go to that place, Honnio or whatever it was called. What about Puck? He wouldn't hear his jokes and puns for a long time. And Vegeta? He would not have anyone to fight and compete with. Vegeta always said that he was lucky for getting a request from that academy. He didn't think so.

Needless to say, the one who confirmed his transfer was his grandma, Pan.

He wouldn't reject it, for her, nor he would be mad, for her.

That happened eight months ago.

"I'm so proud of you, Goku," She told with a shaky breath. She could already see black points in her vision. This was how seeing the light felt? "Good luck, there…"

With the last breath, she closed her eyes. Goku saw this and saw how she wasn't breathing anymore.

"Grandma..?"

He moved her. He knew it was stupid to believe. She was so old. Too old.

But he still did.

"Grandma..please, don't..."

Pan remained still in the bed. "Don't leave me alone…" Goku. Jr whispered, his now watery gaze falling to the ground.

He only put his head close to hers, silently crying.

He was alone.