The Forgotten
Chapter 2: Verge of Existence
Utau-Kurayami
Disclaimer: The authoress does not own any part of the Dragon Ball series. This story is entirely fictional, none of the characters or actions characters partake in, actually exist.
Gohan awoke with the biggest headache he had ever had.
"Please sir, I'm going to need you to move along. You're holding up the line."
"What?" Gohan barley muttered as he began to sit up. Before him stood a man about his size with pale blue skin, glasses, and two horns protruding from the sides of his head. The man was wearing a spotless white shirt with a cleanly pressed tie and a pair of nice work pants. He was currently reading off a small clip board and yelling into a megaphone right next to Gohan's aching head. Immediately Gohan jumped to his feet and began shouting, "Where am I? Who are you? What happened to the androids, and the city? WHERE IS TRUNKS?"
"Please sir," the blue man stated calmly, "You are dead, this is Other World. Now if you could compose yourself and make your way peacefully to King Yemma's desk everything will be explained."
Reluctantly agreeing Gohan took a deep breath to clam is frantic nerves. For the first time he got a good look at where he was. He was standing on a chalky green walkway that hovered carelessly over endless cream colored clouds. Off in the distance he could see a large white building with a green roof surrounded by several smaller buildings. The main building had a large set of horns coming out of the roof and everything was surrounded by an ominous crimson wall.
"Wow it's so big," gasped Gohan.
"Of course, King Yemma works here. Now move it along before you get sent to hell," the man declared, obviously irritated. Agitated by his remark Gohan blankly stared at the man, who strangely seemed to be moving away without actually moving his legs. In reality it was Gohan who was being pushed along by small, much exited little white orbs. Finally understanding what was going on Gohan began to walk on his own towards the buildings. As he got closer he noticed a sign hung over an opening in the wall. It read WELCOME, in bold green letters. Upon entering the largest building Gohan found himself suddenly standing alone in front of an enormous desk, cluttered with stacks of papers, books, a telephone, an empty cup, and a sign that said open. Behind this great desk was an even bigger man. He had on the ugliest purple suit that Gohan had ever seen, with a red tie that matched the color of his skin. He too, also had a pair of horns that stuck out of a purple hat. However his most noticeable feature was his long hair in back and his facial hair in the front.
"I am King Yemma," he announced in a booming voice that shook the very walls. "You are here because you have recently died. You no longer have a body and you will either be sent to heaven or hell based on the actions you took while living." King Yemma gave his speech from behind a book, as if he had done it several times already that day.
"Excuse me, but I think you are mistaken." Gohan boldly said.
"What! I am never wrong," King Yemma yelled as he slammed his book down on the desk, causing the cup to fall and shatter into thousands of pieces. He glared down at Gohan then suddenly sat back embarrassed. "I'm sorry; I thought you were just another soul who refused to accept their death. Clearly I was incorrect because you have managed to keep your body. Please state your name."
"I am Son Gohan. If you could I would really like an explanation to what's going on." Gohan spoke up to the man behind the desk.
"Gohan…Gohan…oh you must be Goku's son. Yes, well you do deserve an explanation." King Yemma mused. "You see your circumstance is very unusual."
"Why is that?" Gohan asked.
"You see when a noble and strong warrior dies they are allowed to keep their bodies and train with King Kai. However your timeline has ended and a parallel one has continued from another point, so you should not exist." King Yemma began slowly. Gohan took a deep breath about to ask countless questions, but was interrupted before he even began. "Just listen for now," King Yemma said. "Many of your friends have died haven't they? They are not here however; they have just vanished as if they never existed in the first place."
"What!" Gohan shouted.
"You really shouldn't exist either, but you must have done something great, or have yet to accomplish something." King Yemma continued completely ignoring Gohan's outburst. "I've never seen this happen before. I don't know what will happen to the present timeline but I suppose I could let you train here for a while until I figure out what is going on."
Gohan taking this information in had a very concerned look on his face. "So I can stay and train? But what about my world and Trunks, and the androids?" Gohan questioned with rising intensity.
King Yemma thoughtfully replied, "Yes you can train, but as I said I don't know how the timelines will be affected. Right now you have a living half that has just returned from fighting Freeza. I will allow you to stay here for now but we will have to see how things play out."
Filled with excitement and a little bit of confusion Gohan thanked the great King Yemma for his help. He charged out an immense door to his right, and then sharply turned back. "Which way is it to King Kai's?" Gohan asked sheepishly and smiled the Son grin.
"Just through that door," King Yemma chuckled "and over Snake Way…."
End Chapter
U-K: Gomenasai. This chapter is super confusing. I wanted to write down what was in my head, but that apparently didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Please review so that I can improve the story. Oh and get ready for the next chapter of The Forgotten.