"Ohhhhhhhh, my head." is the muttering of a little boy who just woke up.
"What happened to me, I remember fighting the Saiyins and getting hit but what happened to me."
The young boy finally took a look around and realized things had changed. There was no sign of any one he knew. Piccolo, Krillen, or even his father. Everyone was gone even the Saiyans .
"How long was I knocked out for, and why didn't anybody move me?"
The boy started walking around, shouting for any one to come and help him. Questions were popping into his head faster than he could come up with answers. His memory was starting to come back to him, but it was doing little to help him answer anything.
He remembers fighting the Saiyans. He wasn't paying attention and that was his first mistake. It should have been his last, but here he was, still living as far as he could tell. He could remember hearing someone shout "DIE!!!!" and firing energy at him but what happened to him after that.
"This is too much for me I need to find some one to help me," he said noticing a quiver in his voice.
"Don't be scared, be brave for everyone they wouldn't want me to be afraid."
The boy took to the air to look for the nearest city. Thinking back he remembered where the nearest city was, and took off in that direction. He flew for what seemed to be hours but couldn't seem to find anything.
"Where is it! It should be right h......"
He barely saw it. It was the city, but it couldn't be. The city he knew was a large, sprawling, bustling city but, what he saw below him now was ruins. From what he could tell the city was destroyed years ago but, he flew past it less than a day ago and nothing was wrong.
"There is no way I was knocked out for that long, where am I and what is going on."
