A girl walked down the crowded sayain street, basket of fruit in hand. The
street was full of life, not a single square inch was bare and empty.
Aliens and servants alike were seen at stalls buying food and items. For
themselves, and their masters
She watched as people walked in front of her, examining their clothes and features, trying to figure out their life stories. A man walking towards her caught her attention. She dropped the basket. The fruit it had contained fell out and began to roll onto the ground. But yet she didn't notice, all she could see was the man in front of her.
The girls eyes widened with shock "Goku?" her voice came out softly.
Her remark took the man by surprise, he could tell that she was in fact talking to him. "Excuse me what did you call me?"
She felt like banging her head into a brick wall of course it wasn't him. It was stupid of her to even consider the fact that he was. She bent over and started picking up the fruit, brushing off the dirt that had clung to the pieces. Her face went slightly red. "I'm sorry sir, you just look like someone I knew once."
The man looked down at her. She was an odd looking creature, not a saiyan, but some other race that was very similar. "Goku, that's not a sayain name."
She nodded. "It wasn't his real name everyone just called him that, but my father only referred to him as Kakarott."
She immediately could see that the name sparked interest in the strangers eyes. As if he had somehow heard the name before
The man narrowed his eyes. Kakarott, he knew that name, and he knew it well. "And how did you know this man?"
She shrugged. "I didn't really know him , but he lived on earth like I did."
The man strained to remember anything about a planet by that name. "I've heard of earth, but I don't know where it is."
A wave of sadness suddenly struck her, all her insides instantly went cold. "Unfortunately nether do I, I've lost my entire family." She could feel her eyes start to water but she knew that she couldn't cry in front of this man.
The stranger sighed. The girl was young, it would have been sad for the poor girl to loose her family at such a young age. He sympathised. "That's sad, I had a son once, he was sent away I never saw him again."
The girl stood up, she pulled some thing from her pocket.
The man narrowed his eyes with curiosity. "What's that?"
She showed him. It was some kind of picture, like a painting but more realistic. A large group of odd looking people lay standing together. Nearly all of them were smiling for some sort of reason.
"A picture, It's of all my friends and family that I lost," her voice came out weak. She was still trying to fight the tears.
She pointed to the far left.
"That's my family".
Then to the right.
"And that's Goku".
The man reached out and took the photo, he stared at the picture of Goku for a while. Hell, the man looked similar to himself, the resemblance was uncanny. He glanced back at the girls family. He could see that she looked just like her mother, if it was in fact the mother. They had the same blue hair. But her father, he could swear he looked familiar. As if he had somehow seen him before. "Excuse me but who was your father?"
He looked up, The young girl was gone. As he glanced up the street she was no where in sight.
He felt a tap his shoulder.
"Commander Bardock we have to go"
She watched as people walked in front of her, examining their clothes and features, trying to figure out their life stories. A man walking towards her caught her attention. She dropped the basket. The fruit it had contained fell out and began to roll onto the ground. But yet she didn't notice, all she could see was the man in front of her.
The girls eyes widened with shock "Goku?" her voice came out softly.
Her remark took the man by surprise, he could tell that she was in fact talking to him. "Excuse me what did you call me?"
She felt like banging her head into a brick wall of course it wasn't him. It was stupid of her to even consider the fact that he was. She bent over and started picking up the fruit, brushing off the dirt that had clung to the pieces. Her face went slightly red. "I'm sorry sir, you just look like someone I knew once."
The man looked down at her. She was an odd looking creature, not a saiyan, but some other race that was very similar. "Goku, that's not a sayain name."
She nodded. "It wasn't his real name everyone just called him that, but my father only referred to him as Kakarott."
She immediately could see that the name sparked interest in the strangers eyes. As if he had somehow heard the name before
The man narrowed his eyes. Kakarott, he knew that name, and he knew it well. "And how did you know this man?"
She shrugged. "I didn't really know him , but he lived on earth like I did."
The man strained to remember anything about a planet by that name. "I've heard of earth, but I don't know where it is."
A wave of sadness suddenly struck her, all her insides instantly went cold. "Unfortunately nether do I, I've lost my entire family." She could feel her eyes start to water but she knew that she couldn't cry in front of this man.
The stranger sighed. The girl was young, it would have been sad for the poor girl to loose her family at such a young age. He sympathised. "That's sad, I had a son once, he was sent away I never saw him again."
The girl stood up, she pulled some thing from her pocket.
The man narrowed his eyes with curiosity. "What's that?"
She showed him. It was some kind of picture, like a painting but more realistic. A large group of odd looking people lay standing together. Nearly all of them were smiling for some sort of reason.
"A picture, It's of all my friends and family that I lost," her voice came out weak. She was still trying to fight the tears.
She pointed to the far left.
"That's my family".
Then to the right.
"And that's Goku".
The man reached out and took the photo, he stared at the picture of Goku for a while. Hell, the man looked similar to himself, the resemblance was uncanny. He glanced back at the girls family. He could see that she looked just like her mother, if it was in fact the mother. They had the same blue hair. But her father, he could swear he looked familiar. As if he had somehow seen him before. "Excuse me but who was your father?"
He looked up, The young girl was gone. As he glanced up the street she was no where in sight.
He felt a tap his shoulder.
"Commander Bardock we have to go"