Chapter 4: Sushi and Wine
Note: Hey kiddies! I am giving lots and lots of thanks to ye who deemed this thing worthy of continuation! Kid Buu is laying about waiting for me to get sick of it, but after all of your praise and adoration I will press on. I think I am nearing that peak of where I saw the story's plot going (see chapter 3's note to understand.) I hope you are following the four golden rules of being a great fan fiction reader…
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Quote of the day: Life is under no obligation to give us what we expect.
-Margaret Mitchell
Trunks took another sip of the ruby red liquid. The warm sweet bouquet of flavor danced on his tongue and down his throat slowly as he took in the words projected upon that wall before him. Gohan was slowly picking through his platter of sushi, he loved the salty and slightly bitter mackerel and the sweet soft egg bits the most. Both had yet to say a word to each other since the food and drink had come and they once again had started to read.
Dear Trunks,
I was picked up by a troop of Pole-jin this morning and they whisked me away to their fort under the mountains. They don't eat half of what the humans eat and were very surprised when I opened a food capsule and ate a normal Sayajin sized meal. All in all they are extra nice and love to ask and answer questions about everything, and I mean everything! Sometimes it borders on perverted, but that's okay here. They have different ideas on what's taboo and what's not. I am in what they call Sanctuary right now; it is the only place these people feel safe in. They have this shield, like a force field. However, it is for catching dreams, wishes, and hope and preventing them from getting out of Sanctuary. The place is about ten feet underground and the entrance is so hard to spot I am sure I couldn't find it again, even if I had all the high tech gadgets that you could give me. The place is lit by artificial light every hour of the day and night and you can tell some have lived down here for years due to their pale skin and almost albino appearance.
They all have green hair, though the shades range from almost blond to almost black and the variations are numerous. Their skin seems to be a lot like ours though it is thinner and also has a green-brown tinge. Most seem to be as tall as Tein, but I saw one or two here who are taller than Piccolo and I met a guy who's about as tall as Vegeta with out the hair. I can not tell the differences in their sexes, as I understand it there are four genders. It's really hard to understand much more than that, not to mention a bit embarrassing as well. They all wear these robes that look like long heavy dresses with loose sleeves, which is very comfortable. I don't look half bad in this. Outside of the Sanctuary they wear clothing like the army on Earth, camouflage, thick boots, and everything is so durable to the point of it lasting through almost any abuse. Most don't leave this place; they are too scared of what waits for them.
I'm told they live in fear of Dream-Eaters. That's why the cities and towns of the surface are dead and filled with ghosts, and why parents are willing to kill their children. Here's exactly what I was told, almost word for word. It sounds like a stupid ghost story you'd tell me when we were little.
About twenty years ago a thing crashed onto the planet during a meteor shower, no one paid it any mind and most didn't know it even existed, but someone wished upon it as it fell like a shooting star. Someone told me the wish was made by a little boy for adventure or a new toy, and that makes sense to me.
The wish infused the thing with just enough energy to ensnare the first soul who touched it, a young teen with a crush. So much energy was in the teen's dreams, wishes, hopes, everything. It feed off of the energy of that and grew stronger reproduced. Soon an army rose up made of the zombies that the Dream-Eaters had drained and wiped of free will. They'd go and take children from their beds, when the children got harder to find they took teens then adults. They burned down buildings and crops, nothing was safe from them.
Now they rule the surface, capturing any of the Pole-jin who dared to walk on the surface. Only under extreme pressure or if they were skilled at combat will the Pole-jin leave Sanctuary. The Sanctuary is equipped with shields and blocks as well as traps that target the Dream-Eaters' DNA and energy. Unfortunately you can't kill them unless you get rid of all of them at once. If you could manage that you'd kill everyone they took over.
This all sounds hopeless, but when has that ever stopped me? I'll find some way to end this and come back with this kick butt story to tell at the get-togethers.
Later,
Goten.
Gohan smiled a little at the brave words of his little brother, he sounded so much like their father. Gohan popped a piece of egg sushi into his mouth, however brave the words were the situation was a hopeless one without divine intervention or the magic of the Dragonballs. Trunks looked at Gohan, he was thinking the same thing.
"He was so optimistic. Some times I wondered if I would have been that way if I didn't grow up on the battlefield. Dad was like that too, until Cell, but he still had that feeling. If we were there, maybe we could have helped him out and gotten home by the end of the month. Maybe we should have asked your dad to accompany him." Gohan said with regret. Trunks frowned.
"There is no point doing that to ourselves. We made errors, he made errors, in the end it all comes down to the fact that none of us are perfect and we have to deal with it. He wanted to go alone, to become his own person. None of us could have gone with him without insulting him. Let's just focus on getting him back, not just bringing him back to life, but back to normal." Said Trunks with determination and the force of royalty giving an order. Gohan gulped and nodded, Trunks was right.
Two Years Ago:
Goten sighed as he put away the Notepad, he had mixed feelings about being here. He felt glad to be with people again, but he loved the feel of being alone and totally in control of everything that was going on. He sat on the sill of an open and very large window. The air was still and warm, like being in the doldrums of the equatorial islands, minus the fresh saltiness of the sea and the sweet scent of the flowers. He smiled and looked at the robe he was wearing, it was an odd mix of olive green and gray. No shoes were allowed, which was a good thing, he liked to go barefoot. Everything was carpeted, it helped to amplify the shield.
Below was a courtyard of a school, children were playing and laughing below him. It was quite funny to see how similar the games were to what they played on Earth, he didn't get to play a whole lot of games with his peers. He would participate in gym class, but during recess and after school he'd spar with Trunks, Gohan or whoever would and could deal with his everlasting youthful energy. After all he was Sayajin, and as Vegeta and Gohan had told him fighting was in his blood and on Vegeta-sai fighting was how children played. However, he did know the games and the sports of the humans. He knew a lot of stuff like that, for some reason he could remember cultural things like that with ease. Languages also stuck with him like culture and fighting.
He remembered taking an IQ test in school before, a lot of IQ tests actually, and he couldn't remember the scores. He did recall that Gohan stopped the scores from getting to their mom, and telling him that he was an artistic genius like their father. He wasn't allowed to tell his mom unless he wanted to be forced to study like Gohan was. Their mom had a bad habit of only seeing what she wanted to. Gohan told him he'd cover for him for as long as he wanted to, Goten always thanked Gohan for that. He was so lucky to have a brother who understood him so well. That was part of the reason he was here, to fulfill the need to become what he was meant to be. Gohan never held him back, in fact he would help him out however he could when ever he was asked. He was so lucky.
Goten grinned, he would go back to see the scientists soon and finish going through the data and other things they had on the Dream-Eaters as well as let the scientist do what ever tests they wanted to on him. It was going to be a learning experience for everyone.
That's it for now. . . Later
P.L.S.