Sorry for the wait to anybody who has been wanting more to this story. I
just had writer's block for about five months, that's all.
My twenty-first birthday has come and gone, and I did not receive ownership of DBZ and all of its characters. Maybe I'll get it for Christmas.
I awoke from my sleep in the late afternoon, but I was still tired. I reached out to find 18, but she had already gotten up. Her side of the bed was cold. She had probably gotten up two or three hours ago. I ordered my sleep addled brain to try and sense her, still no small task even after all these years of living with her, and after a minute of searching I found that she was not in the house or on the island. As a side note I noticed that neither was Marron. I sighed. I had hoped that it was all a dream. That she hadn't become involved with a man older than her father. Who wasn't one of her father's best friends. That my sweet little Marron was just going through one of those little mood swings that control so much of a teenagers life. That when I got out of bed, everything would be back to normal. The hurt and anger in my memory shattered all of these illusions. Then it started to fuel my suspicions. Where was Marron? Had she run back to Yamacha? Anger roared back into my head, but I forced it out. I couldn't let this anger control me. But I couldn't forget it either. I needed to understand.
After finally getting out of bed and after a shower, I headed down stairs to the living room where I heard the noise of the television. I saw Master Roshi as I rounded the corner and assumed he was watching one of his shows. I was surprised to see a weather report on the screen. I sat down next to the turtle hermit and watched the report in silence. His eyes never left the screen. A storm was approaching the section of the ocean where the island is located. It didn't look to bad to me. Roshi seemed very interested in it. But there was something else on his mind. I could feel it.
"Hmm, very fitting." Roshi's word startled me. He hadn't moved to look in my direction, or to get my attention.
"Yeah, I know." Sometimes I knew how a whole conversation with Roshi will go without ever having to have it. He was probably going to tell me how my anger was like a storm, rare but powerful. And often misguided. He was going to tell me that I was to hard on Marron, and that I shouldn't let the anger I felt about the situation rip us apart. I knew all of this deep inside me, but something else was there. "My whole life fells like a storm right about now."
" Storm are necessary Krillian. Sometimes they are destructive, and other times they wash the world clean. You have a right to be angry, Krillian. Angry at Marron. Angry at Yamacha. Angry at the whole ordeal. But the storm will rage inside you until you understand. Don't let that anger destroy Krillian, let it create. Fix this." Roshi rose to look at me. Then left to watch the approaching storm clouds.
I sat there absolutely stunned. It took minutes for the advice to set in. Understanding dawned on me. I knew what must be done. I walked out on the beach and stood beside my master, and watched the gray sky moving in on the blue above us.
"Where are they?" I asked with taking my eyes of the storm.
"Capsule Corp. They went to see Bulma and Bra." Roshi's eyes didn't leave the storm either.
I closed my eyes as my sense's stretched across the distance to West City. The ki spiked in my mind's eye as familiar individuals came into focus. The Briefs and surprisingly the Sons were all there. My wife and daughter were there. I could sense some one close to Marron. It was Yamacha.
I opened my hands as soon as the fists formed. No. No anger. Not yet. I need to understand. I turned to Roshi. "Almost all of the old gang's there. This must be some spectacle. To bad we weren't invited to the reunion."
Roshi chuckled. "But we were, Krillian. And to be honest I think that they are all waiting for you."
I nodded and started to lift off of the ground. Roshi called out to me. "What are you going to do Krillian?"
"Something I don't know if they deserve," I replied. "I'm going to listen."
Roshi smiled a genuine smile. "I don't think I've ever been prouder of you Krillian."
I smiled back. "Thank you, Master. But I wouldn't burst just yet." A serious looked crossed my face. " I have a felling this just may be the eye of the storm."
Thanks for reading!
My twenty-first birthday has come and gone, and I did not receive ownership of DBZ and all of its characters. Maybe I'll get it for Christmas.
I awoke from my sleep in the late afternoon, but I was still tired. I reached out to find 18, but she had already gotten up. Her side of the bed was cold. She had probably gotten up two or three hours ago. I ordered my sleep addled brain to try and sense her, still no small task even after all these years of living with her, and after a minute of searching I found that she was not in the house or on the island. As a side note I noticed that neither was Marron. I sighed. I had hoped that it was all a dream. That she hadn't become involved with a man older than her father. Who wasn't one of her father's best friends. That my sweet little Marron was just going through one of those little mood swings that control so much of a teenagers life. That when I got out of bed, everything would be back to normal. The hurt and anger in my memory shattered all of these illusions. Then it started to fuel my suspicions. Where was Marron? Had she run back to Yamacha? Anger roared back into my head, but I forced it out. I couldn't let this anger control me. But I couldn't forget it either. I needed to understand.
After finally getting out of bed and after a shower, I headed down stairs to the living room where I heard the noise of the television. I saw Master Roshi as I rounded the corner and assumed he was watching one of his shows. I was surprised to see a weather report on the screen. I sat down next to the turtle hermit and watched the report in silence. His eyes never left the screen. A storm was approaching the section of the ocean where the island is located. It didn't look to bad to me. Roshi seemed very interested in it. But there was something else on his mind. I could feel it.
"Hmm, very fitting." Roshi's word startled me. He hadn't moved to look in my direction, or to get my attention.
"Yeah, I know." Sometimes I knew how a whole conversation with Roshi will go without ever having to have it. He was probably going to tell me how my anger was like a storm, rare but powerful. And often misguided. He was going to tell me that I was to hard on Marron, and that I shouldn't let the anger I felt about the situation rip us apart. I knew all of this deep inside me, but something else was there. "My whole life fells like a storm right about now."
" Storm are necessary Krillian. Sometimes they are destructive, and other times they wash the world clean. You have a right to be angry, Krillian. Angry at Marron. Angry at Yamacha. Angry at the whole ordeal. But the storm will rage inside you until you understand. Don't let that anger destroy Krillian, let it create. Fix this." Roshi rose to look at me. Then left to watch the approaching storm clouds.
I sat there absolutely stunned. It took minutes for the advice to set in. Understanding dawned on me. I knew what must be done. I walked out on the beach and stood beside my master, and watched the gray sky moving in on the blue above us.
"Where are they?" I asked with taking my eyes of the storm.
"Capsule Corp. They went to see Bulma and Bra." Roshi's eyes didn't leave the storm either.
I closed my eyes as my sense's stretched across the distance to West City. The ki spiked in my mind's eye as familiar individuals came into focus. The Briefs and surprisingly the Sons were all there. My wife and daughter were there. I could sense some one close to Marron. It was Yamacha.
I opened my hands as soon as the fists formed. No. No anger. Not yet. I need to understand. I turned to Roshi. "Almost all of the old gang's there. This must be some spectacle. To bad we weren't invited to the reunion."
Roshi chuckled. "But we were, Krillian. And to be honest I think that they are all waiting for you."
I nodded and started to lift off of the ground. Roshi called out to me. "What are you going to do Krillian?"
"Something I don't know if they deserve," I replied. "I'm going to listen."
Roshi smiled a genuine smile. "I don't think I've ever been prouder of you Krillian."
I smiled back. "Thank you, Master. But I wouldn't burst just yet." A serious looked crossed my face. " I have a felling this just may be the eye of the storm."
Thanks for reading!