Chapter 3: The First Entry
Note: The last chapter was slow and short but I had a major writer's block and to tell the truth I still do. I'm going to try to make this chapter good but to be honest I can see the middle and end really well but the beginning is like a dense fog in a valley between the mountain top I'm on and the mountain to where the story picks up in momentum. I just got to blindly cut through it and hope I get to where I want to be. Please bear with me and remember as with most authors here, reviews help me fan the flame of creativity and production.
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Quote of the Chapter: Adventure is worth while in itself.- Amelia Earheart
Now:
Gohan and Trunks looked into the small cardboard box that the coroner gave them, in it was capsules and a wallet that was worn and burnt around the edges. They were Goten's only possessions. The two sat together in the sitting room of Trunks' suite of an office in the new Capsule Corporation Building.
Trunks sighed, holding up a number 33 green capsule. "I gave him this before he left, I filled it with those Girl Scout cookies he loved, you know the Thin Mints." Gohan nodded with understanding, Goten absolutely went wild over them the first time he had them when he was nine. Gohan smiled at that memory. "Let's start looking for the journal." Said Trunks, inadvertently jerking Gohan out of his reverie. Trunks opened up a 24 green capsule in his hand to reveal a metal box with a sticker label on it.
"Goten's Stuff: Stay out Dad, it's not my extra Halloween candy! The sad thing is that probably would have worked or was true." Read Gohan with a small smile. Trunks snorted and opened it up. It did indeed contain Halloween candy or rather the wrappers from the many years he had collected candy. Goten was such a pack rat with weird stuff like that. That and the digital notepad that Trunks had given his best friend before he left. Trunks took it out and used a USB cable to hook it to his laptop which was connected to a projector. After keying in some commands the lights dimmed and the projector turned on.
"This is the first entry, on the right is his actual hand writing. The left is the same but in an easier to read font and with most of the spelling and grammar checked." Said Trunks. Gohan nodded, he was a bit insulted. After all he was the one who came up with the digital notepad reader's program, over twenty years ago to be exact. Instead of voicing this he started to read.
Dear Trunks,
Well, sorry but I kind of forgot I had this thing until I landed on Pole-sai and wanted to tell you all about it. But trust me space was dull, all I did was exercise and burn out the Graviton's stupid core so many times that Vegeta would flip out on me. I'm actually a pretty good cook now, one day I was so bored I made a whole dinner blindfolded. It turned out great, almost as good as your mom's cooking, maybe someday I'll be as good of a cook as my mom. Turns out that while Gohan may have gotten that crap-load of brains, and I got the culinary gift. I'm one lucky Sayajin.
It's pretty cool here, the sky is this romantic rosy magenta- grayish color with golden and pink clouds, almost like a sunset but all the time here. When the star that lights this planet sets the sky slowly turns into a deep royal violet and the clouds transform into this violet and orange tinge that complements it like hot fudge on rocky road ice cream. The stars here shine like they do in the city when everyone has their lights on, it's nothing like home. So far I've seen only wastelands, lots of sand, boulders, and this spiky thin grass stuff that hurts like hell to even touch. I think those are covered in jellyfish stingers. I haven't come across anything living yet, unless insects count. I've been bitten by a lot of them at night.
I found a bunch of ruins though, so at one point someone lived here. Everything is demolished and I've seen skeletons of folks who seemed to have died rather suddenly. Most are about the size of human babies and small human children and with humanoid skeletons as well. A lot have died due to twisted necks, bashed in skulls, or ribcages. Judging by the notes and messages I've seen and that weird seventh sense, I think that most were killed by their loved ones, something must have been really bad for anyone to kill a kid like that. I can't imagine what though.
If anyone is still living I can't seem to find them at all. I'm picking up kis like crazy but can't find hide or hair of the owners of said kis. I'm thinking maybe they are ghosts or really good at hiding. Maybe they are invisible. Here's the weirdest part, I'm picking up the kis of whole cities that are completely suppressing hope. It's like when we suppress ki, only with emotions, desires, and thoughts. I don't know why they'd go through all that trouble to control their psyches but not their ki as well.
For now I'm just camping out and traveling around this planet on that Jet Bike your mom gave me. I figure I shouldn't draw too much attention to myself just yet, I'm not sure on what's out here yet. I just get bad feelings about this all. I wonder what you are doing right now, probably working or doing some boring thing like that.
Despite the ill omens, I want to find some adventure and soon. I think that maybe I also got all of the Sayajin adventurousness. All Gohan does is work, read, and do that superhero bit with Videl. I don't know how he can't want to do stuff like this. That goes for you too, Trunks.
Love,
Goten.
Trunks and Gohan shared a look, both took more than a little bit of offence at that last comment. Trunks ordered up a few bottles of wine and lots non-messy finger foods for their dinner. When the food came he gave an order to his assistant that he and Gohan were not to be disturbed unless it was Vegeta or Pan calling and any calls that were personal were to be directed to the two.
It wasn't often Trunks gave an order of that kind, the assistant chalked it up to the fact that he had lost Goten due to that nasty virus so soon after returning from where ever he went for so long.
Two Years Ago:
Goten finished signing his name with a flourish, he could just see his brother and friend's faces when they saw that last bit. He'd probably get the shit pounded out of him as well. But all in all it was worth it.
He looked around, nothing, but what was he expecting? A big huge alien choir popping out of nowhere and singing Beethoven's Ode to Joy? Standing up from his perch on the edge of a cliff, he dusted the sand off the seat of his blue gi's pants and tightened the white belt. It was a replica of his father's first gi, and his great-grandfather Gohan's colors. He decided not to fly the colors of the Kame School, after Vegeta's warning he decided not to take unnecessary risks like that.
Hopping onto the green Jet Bike he speed off, leaping off the fifty foot cliff and into yet another dune covered desert. Going on instinct he headed out, hoping that he'd find a clue soon. No need to waste time on a dead planet, right?
"Soon, I feel it. Something's going to happen tonight."