Goku!
The low, deep and loud voice made the cave almost tremble.
Shen-Long looked around.
"Here I am!!"
Goku was staring at the exit of the cave. He was looking at the black mountains now.
Shen Long nodded.
"I almost thought you left already."
"Of course I won't!"
Shen Long nodded and sighed deep.
"I hope I prepared you well enough. The journey to Minchaen will be difficult already."
"I'll be fine! Remember, I have gone through a lot already. I always made it."
Shen Long nodded again, slowly.
"But not like this….However..I trust you. I know you van make it to the city…I always knew…that's why I choose and trained you."
"Don't worry. I'll bring your letter to Sliver."
"Very well…your free to go now. Take care."
Goku waved one last time at Shen Long, and ran down the mountain.
He looked at the mountains before him.
All black.
Shen Long had told him that they ever had been green, full of forests, and life, a long time ago. But since the dark days they were black, and life less.
Before he had merges with the dragonballs, he had always wondered where the dragons came from. After he merged, he knew. It had brought him into their world.
At first, he thought it was just another planet, but Shen long had explained him that wasn't right.
He didn't really understand what it was, but he asumed he would understand later.
Those thoughts played in his mind when he reached the first mountain top. He had been walking all day already, but his environment hadn't changed much. Still black mountains.
He hadn't encountered any danger yet. He made a camp, and rested. The quest was still in his mind and keeping him awake, but he'd better not walk around during night.
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Sliver was sitting on a chair, his hands folded, and looked outside.
"Minchaen…last untouched place…last resort…" He whispered.
Shen Long had spoken with him, mentally. He had sent his warrior to this place. He hoped the warrior would make it. Many died traveling in the dark areas. Shen Long had assured him this warrior was different. Stronger, but a light soul and spirit. A warrior form the other realm.
He closed his eyes to think.
He had warned Shen Long a year ago.
He had had a strange dream.
He had seen Nefu.
"Nefu…Nefu…Where are you? Are you hiding? My friend?"
The dream had been so real. He could almost touch him. The dream was real. Nefu was alive. And with him, the hopes, were alive.
He and Nefu had been very close friends in their childhood. Nefu was the child of Ambach.
Ambach, he was the leader of this realm. This dimension. He was of an ancient kind, called the minchen, and this city had been called after that kind. They were very bright spirits, strong, light, calm, peaceful, and Ambach was also very wise.
When he had traveled once to another realm, the lower realm, he was seen there. Since than they had legends about…what was it called…yes, angels. He smiled. Of course, their ideas about angels came close to what Ambach had been.
Had been.
He was dead now.
And his only son, Nefu, was lost. Assumed dead. Or was he not?
Sliver opened his eyes and got up.
There was a lot to do today.
He looked right into the eyes of ..someone. Almost invisible, a shade, transparant.
"NEFU!"
The shade looked at him, surprised. It shook its head and disappeared.
"Nefu! No don't go!"
It was too late.
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Goku got up very early. He had slept only a very little, but he couldn't sleep anymore.
Hel ooked at the other mountains. He had a good view on the top. To bad he couldn't fly here. Somehow, he couldn't fly in this realm.
He turned around when he heard some sounds. Someone jumped out a tree. Or better- some thing. It had an armor, four arms, the upper two ones holding dolks, the lower two ones swords. Goku jumped back, into a fighting stance.
Goku could see the creatures face now. It had a human form, but no nose, no mouth, no ears, no eyebrows. Only two eyes, completely white. The skin colour was black (just like the armor) and long white hair. The creature didn't have an expression on its face. It swung the two swords to Goku. Goku dodged. It swung again. Goku grabbed one of its arms and wanted to throw it on the ground. The creature stabbed him in his side with a dolk.
Goku cursed and let his grip go. The creature swung again. He knocked the backside of Goku's head. Goku screamed. He fell on the ground. The creature swung his blades again, for the final hit. Goku gritted his teeth and became super saiyan. He raised his hand. The creature stopped. It looked at its melted blade. Before it could react Goku hit its chest. The creature fell with its back on a tree. It turned around and clumb back into the tree. It moved away without even making a noise.
Goku grabbed his side and hissed. It hurt. The wound was bleeding. He pressed his hands against it. It was not too severe; he wouldn't die. But, on the other hand, it would weaken him. And that, could be deadly.
After three hours he could continue, walking very slowly. The wound had closed now, but still hurt very much. After a few miles he stopped again, and decided to try to sleep.
He couldn't make a campfire, otherwise he would attract attention. He knew that he could be attacked while he was asleep, but did he have a choice? He had to sleep.
Nobody attacked him.
But the danger, the tension, and the pain kept him awake for a very long time.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
Something was close. He didn't hear, or see something, but he could feel it.
"Who is there! Show yourself now!!"
He saw something laying on the ground. A small figure. A child.
It was covered in mudd, and very thin. It looked up at him with large black eyes.
Goku sighed with relief. No enemy.
"Oh, I just thought you were an attacker. Are you allright? You scared me."
The child screamed in return, jumped up and ran away.
"WAIT!"
The child didn't listen. Goku remebered something Shen Long had told him. People from the darkened areas have darkness in their soul. They are afraid for everything, and only a shade of what they used to be. He also called them wights. They were not real wights, but looking like it.
The pain was less. Goku could walk faster now. He was more determined, after the attack, and seeing this child.
This world had to be free of the darkness.
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Earth.
It had been free of alien attacks, devil who wanted to destroy the world, or other life threatening evils, attacking humans, for many, many years.
Of course, martial arts were still practiced, and at a good level.
Saiyan blood was still living, in the juniors. The juniors just meant Vegeta Jr and Goku Jr, but they spent much timje together (training) and looked a lot like their ancestors, so everybody called them the juniors. They still didn't have the same power level as their ancestors had. They were training well, but somehow, they had missed the urge in their lives, like there had been in past. They had never been forced to fight a strong enemy. They had never been in life danger.
There was one person regeretting this.
Sometimes he spent time looking at them. They were allright, but still, he missed something. Mostly he just went back to his little hut, somewhere in a forest (where nobody could find him) sighed and was thinking about 'the good old times'.
He looked into a mirror. He looked older of course, he was old, after all. Unnatural for human standards. But he wasn't human, of course. Too bad, that this didn't pass to the nexst generations. But that would explain the quick power raises of half bloods. They lived shorter, but did reach the same power level (or a good part of it) in a much shorter time span.
Vegeta turned away from the mirror. His hair started to turn grey. It wasn't very noticable, but he suspected it would change in a few years. Saiyans didn't look old quick, but when they started, it would happen fast.
Probabely he would join his wife, children and most of his grand children in thirty years. He was looking forward to it. He had been lonely for so many years.
He could have stayed in capsule corp, but he would be nothing than a relic. A good-fighting, strong relic, but still….and freaky.
He didn't want that.
He closed his eyes when a sharp headache pulled through his head.
Damn headaches. They were bothering him for a long time. One time it was so strong it almost beat him unconscious.
This was also a bad one. He hissed. He eyes felt like they could pop out their casses. He stumbled to his bed and sat down.
He gritted his teeth. Pain pulled through his spine. He opened his eyes in a reflex. Everything was blurry.
And suddenly, all was over. Vegeta laid back on his bed, panting.
After a while, he took his black coat and cloack. He was going to take a walk, some fresh air would clear his mind.
The low, deep and loud voice made the cave almost tremble.
Shen-Long looked around.
"Here I am!!"
Goku was staring at the exit of the cave. He was looking at the black mountains now.
Shen Long nodded.
"I almost thought you left already."
"Of course I won't!"
Shen Long nodded and sighed deep.
"I hope I prepared you well enough. The journey to Minchaen will be difficult already."
"I'll be fine! Remember, I have gone through a lot already. I always made it."
Shen Long nodded again, slowly.
"But not like this….However..I trust you. I know you van make it to the city…I always knew…that's why I choose and trained you."
"Don't worry. I'll bring your letter to Sliver."
"Very well…your free to go now. Take care."
Goku waved one last time at Shen Long, and ran down the mountain.
He looked at the mountains before him.
All black.
Shen Long had told him that they ever had been green, full of forests, and life, a long time ago. But since the dark days they were black, and life less.
Before he had merges with the dragonballs, he had always wondered where the dragons came from. After he merged, he knew. It had brought him into their world.
At first, he thought it was just another planet, but Shen long had explained him that wasn't right.
He didn't really understand what it was, but he asumed he would understand later.
Those thoughts played in his mind when he reached the first mountain top. He had been walking all day already, but his environment hadn't changed much. Still black mountains.
He hadn't encountered any danger yet. He made a camp, and rested. The quest was still in his mind and keeping him awake, but he'd better not walk around during night.
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Sliver was sitting on a chair, his hands folded, and looked outside.
"Minchaen…last untouched place…last resort…" He whispered.
Shen Long had spoken with him, mentally. He had sent his warrior to this place. He hoped the warrior would make it. Many died traveling in the dark areas. Shen Long had assured him this warrior was different. Stronger, but a light soul and spirit. A warrior form the other realm.
He closed his eyes to think.
He had warned Shen Long a year ago.
He had had a strange dream.
He had seen Nefu.
"Nefu…Nefu…Where are you? Are you hiding? My friend?"
The dream had been so real. He could almost touch him. The dream was real. Nefu was alive. And with him, the hopes, were alive.
He and Nefu had been very close friends in their childhood. Nefu was the child of Ambach.
Ambach, he was the leader of this realm. This dimension. He was of an ancient kind, called the minchen, and this city had been called after that kind. They were very bright spirits, strong, light, calm, peaceful, and Ambach was also very wise.
When he had traveled once to another realm, the lower realm, he was seen there. Since than they had legends about…what was it called…yes, angels. He smiled. Of course, their ideas about angels came close to what Ambach had been.
Had been.
He was dead now.
And his only son, Nefu, was lost. Assumed dead. Or was he not?
Sliver opened his eyes and got up.
There was a lot to do today.
He looked right into the eyes of ..someone. Almost invisible, a shade, transparant.
"NEFU!"
The shade looked at him, surprised. It shook its head and disappeared.
"Nefu! No don't go!"
It was too late.
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Goku got up very early. He had slept only a very little, but he couldn't sleep anymore.
Hel ooked at the other mountains. He had a good view on the top. To bad he couldn't fly here. Somehow, he couldn't fly in this realm.
He turned around when he heard some sounds. Someone jumped out a tree. Or better- some thing. It had an armor, four arms, the upper two ones holding dolks, the lower two ones swords. Goku jumped back, into a fighting stance.
Goku could see the creatures face now. It had a human form, but no nose, no mouth, no ears, no eyebrows. Only two eyes, completely white. The skin colour was black (just like the armor) and long white hair. The creature didn't have an expression on its face. It swung the two swords to Goku. Goku dodged. It swung again. Goku grabbed one of its arms and wanted to throw it on the ground. The creature stabbed him in his side with a dolk.
Goku cursed and let his grip go. The creature swung again. He knocked the backside of Goku's head. Goku screamed. He fell on the ground. The creature swung his blades again, for the final hit. Goku gritted his teeth and became super saiyan. He raised his hand. The creature stopped. It looked at its melted blade. Before it could react Goku hit its chest. The creature fell with its back on a tree. It turned around and clumb back into the tree. It moved away without even making a noise.
Goku grabbed his side and hissed. It hurt. The wound was bleeding. He pressed his hands against it. It was not too severe; he wouldn't die. But, on the other hand, it would weaken him. And that, could be deadly.
After three hours he could continue, walking very slowly. The wound had closed now, but still hurt very much. After a few miles he stopped again, and decided to try to sleep.
He couldn't make a campfire, otherwise he would attract attention. He knew that he could be attacked while he was asleep, but did he have a choice? He had to sleep.
Nobody attacked him.
But the danger, the tension, and the pain kept him awake for a very long time.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
Something was close. He didn't hear, or see something, but he could feel it.
"Who is there! Show yourself now!!"
He saw something laying on the ground. A small figure. A child.
It was covered in mudd, and very thin. It looked up at him with large black eyes.
Goku sighed with relief. No enemy.
"Oh, I just thought you were an attacker. Are you allright? You scared me."
The child screamed in return, jumped up and ran away.
"WAIT!"
The child didn't listen. Goku remebered something Shen Long had told him. People from the darkened areas have darkness in their soul. They are afraid for everything, and only a shade of what they used to be. He also called them wights. They were not real wights, but looking like it.
The pain was less. Goku could walk faster now. He was more determined, after the attack, and seeing this child.
This world had to be free of the darkness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Earth.
It had been free of alien attacks, devil who wanted to destroy the world, or other life threatening evils, attacking humans, for many, many years.
Of course, martial arts were still practiced, and at a good level.
Saiyan blood was still living, in the juniors. The juniors just meant Vegeta Jr and Goku Jr, but they spent much timje together (training) and looked a lot like their ancestors, so everybody called them the juniors. They still didn't have the same power level as their ancestors had. They were training well, but somehow, they had missed the urge in their lives, like there had been in past. They had never been forced to fight a strong enemy. They had never been in life danger.
There was one person regeretting this.
Sometimes he spent time looking at them. They were allright, but still, he missed something. Mostly he just went back to his little hut, somewhere in a forest (where nobody could find him) sighed and was thinking about 'the good old times'.
He looked into a mirror. He looked older of course, he was old, after all. Unnatural for human standards. But he wasn't human, of course. Too bad, that this didn't pass to the nexst generations. But that would explain the quick power raises of half bloods. They lived shorter, but did reach the same power level (or a good part of it) in a much shorter time span.
Vegeta turned away from the mirror. His hair started to turn grey. It wasn't very noticable, but he suspected it would change in a few years. Saiyans didn't look old quick, but when they started, it would happen fast.
Probabely he would join his wife, children and most of his grand children in thirty years. He was looking forward to it. He had been lonely for so many years.
He could have stayed in capsule corp, but he would be nothing than a relic. A good-fighting, strong relic, but still….and freaky.
He didn't want that.
He closed his eyes when a sharp headache pulled through his head.
Damn headaches. They were bothering him for a long time. One time it was so strong it almost beat him unconscious.
This was also a bad one. He hissed. He eyes felt like they could pop out their casses. He stumbled to his bed and sat down.
He gritted his teeth. Pain pulled through his spine. He opened his eyes in a reflex. Everything was blurry.
And suddenly, all was over. Vegeta laid back on his bed, panting.
After a while, he took his black coat and cloack. He was going to take a walk, some fresh air would clear his mind.
