Different Hearts, Same Dream
Epilogue
A Dragonball Z Fanfic By Hana Noir
Kyrie awoke with a start. What a vivid dream, she thought, running a hand over the unblemished skin of her abdomen. Then she noticed the funny little woman floating atop a clear glass orb.
"Welcome," the old woman said, smiling slightly.
"Wha- wha-" Kyrie sputtered, completely confused now.
The woman merely shook her head. "It takes some getting used to, being dead that is," she said matter of factly, coasting over to look the startled girl in the eyes. Kyrie felt as thought her very soul had been examined. "I can see why he cares for you. You're a strong one." She snapped her fingers and a pile of material fell into Kyrie's lap. "Put that on." Feeling like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, Kyrie complied, dressing in the odd toga-style gown. "Oh, by the way, my name's Baba," said the old woman, heading for a door that had just appeared in the door. "This way. Enma's waiting for you."
Wide eyed, Kyrie stared at everything she saw with a childish wonder. Before too long, she found herself at a large desk, looking UP at the large demonlike figure seated there.
"You're just a little bit of a thing, aren't you?" Enma said, chucking at the way she lifted her chin stubbornly. "You're causing a bit of a stir here, you know. Messing up my records something fierce." He frowned slightly. "Of course, Piccolo is more than slightly responsible as well." He tapped a finger on the pile of papers atop the desk.
Kyrie flinched when he spoke Piccolo's name. It hurt, hearing it. She missed him with an intensity that was startling. Enma and Baba exchanged a smug look at her reaction. It was working out perfectly.
"Piccolo has gathered the Dragonballs," Baba said, her crystal ball flickering to life. Kyrie stared at it, fascinated. Then the picture in the ball came into focus. Piccolo stood atop the Tenka, a small glowing ball in one hand. At his feet were several others. "In moments," she continued, "He will summon Shenlon and make his wish. What happens next depends on you." Kyrie looked up, eyes narrowed.
"Me?" she asked, voice shaking. She was barely able to assimilate all that was happening, but she knew that something momentous was about to occur.
"You," Enma replied, nodding. "You see, you're scheduled to be reincarnated. But Piccolo's trying to wish you back to life. So, Kyrie, you get something that most humans in your position don't. A choice. You can choose to be reincarnated and start all over. A new life in a new body. You'll remember nothing of this life and be given a fresh start. Or, you can be resurrected and go back to your old life. With all of your memories of pain and joy. Consider carefully, young one." He and Baba stood silent as she weighed everything that she had just been told.
Do I want to go back? she thought. Her heart was telling her YES!! but her head was hesitating. She glanced over at the crystal ball again, at Piccolo. She could see the detemination on his face, in his eyes. But behind that was something else, a sadness that begged to be lifted. And it was that sadness that decided for her.
Eyes shining, she lifted her head, meeting their gazes squarely. "I want to go back. I want to see Piccolo again."
(Author's Notes: As I said when I started this, I had NO freaking idea where the story was going to go. I was as much along for the ride as you all were, dear readers. So, what next? is our question. I don't know, is my answer. Should I write a sequel? Let me know what you all think!)
