Disclaimer: I do not own dragon ball z, gt or super, that privilege is held by Akira Toriyama
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Hello and welcome. This is Kingkakarott speaking. This is the first chap of a brand new, awesome fanfic.
Its my first ever fanfic so pls guys take it easy on me. Dont forget to leave your reviews. Enjoy :)
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"Seven years, its been seven years since this downward spiral began. Still the resounding 'DADDY' rings clear in my ears. The stuff of my nightmeres. Why? why did he go and sacrifice himself , someone else should have done it for a change. I know its selfish of me to think like this but what can you expect from a 17 year old father deprived boy."
sigh*
"Mom fell into depression soon after that faithful day. She still cries from time to time. Maybe she misses him, we all do. I admire her, truly the strongest woman, well if you dont count a bio-engineered blonde. She overcame her shortcoming for what was most precious to her, her sons. Yes sons. My little brother was born soon after the 'games', as the gang dubbed it. Ah a bundle of joy he is. Maybe his birth is what triggered Mom's recovery.
sigh*
"He looks so much like him. A carbon copy if there ever was one. Sometimes it feels like he's still among us. But its never the same. Don't get me wrong, I love Goten to death, but 'he' gave life a new meaning. That signature grin, that carefree attitude; people were just attracted to it. He gave them hope, he gave them reason. How unfortunate his own son became the reason for his death".
sigh*
"Again delving into darker thoughts, maybe Mom's right I should get out more. Staying cooped up in a small room doesnt really help one's mental health".
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His scream was muffuled by his hand. Cold sweat glistening on his bare torso as he abruptly sat up. They have been occuring less frequently, the nightmares. They have always been the same, of the games that is, but his imagination had a tendency to run wild twisting the event into the most horrendous of ways.
A glance at the clock tells that it's 5:45 am. One hour before mom woke up. Sleep evades him. Sighing to himself he gets up from bed to follow his morning routine.
"Might as well get started"
Walking over to his closet he looks out of the window taking in the orange and purple hues. It was truly beautiful where he lived, Mount Paozu. A sanctuary for several creatures, for him.
sigh*
Breaking his train of thought, he opened the closet and let the nostalgia set in. His hand caressing the fabric of the attire. Orange, the colour of joy. His father's gi hung just beside his. A deep blue, almost purple you could call it. Donning his own gi, he didn't deserve to wear his father's, he set out of the house.
"Okay, this seems far enough",he said to himself, beginning to stretch out his muscles. Feeling the strain he knew he overworked himself yesterday but when has that stopped him. The stance came naturally to him, his father's from the turtle school of martial arts. Inhaling a deep breath he let all his inhibitions go
"Let go of your inhibitions, push your boundries, explore your limitations and find what stimulates you, that is the mark of a true warrior."
He smirked remembering one of Piccolo's lessons. Exhaling he let his body flow. Years of rigorous training came forward as the muscles in his arm contracted brimming with power. A punch was thrown.
Well, maybe leveling mountains is a great way to relieve stress.