Chapter 3: The King

The day was coming, and I was tempted to leave my village to go. But one look in the mirror told me otherwise. These few months dad didn't leave me alone. He made maids teach me all the proper ways to be a lady. He even threaten me that he'll destroy my armor. How horrible, but I must keep face. When I wasn't forced into dress and had piles of make up on, I was socializing at one of dad's many parties. Some of the guess even brought their sons. Which they would try to ask for my hand. I happily decline, stating I was promise to Goku.

My father did not like this. He kept telling me to stop believing in those fairytales. Whenever he did, I left the castle for weeks. During those weeks I trained heavily, I improved my skills. And just when I was going to make my way to start heading to the tournament, he stopped me. So here I am, dress in whatever you call this, a qipao. It's blue with gold flower patterns. I do like how it looks on me, but it didn't feel me.

As I was doing my dancing lessons I was allowed to listen to the tournament, over the radio. It was the only compromise me and father agreed on. Whenever the announcer mention Goku I stopped. This happen a few times, and it angered father. He warned, unless I get through the lessons without stopping or the radio goes. How, troublesome. So, I continue dancing. It was when they announced the winner that I stopped one final time.

This is because I became enraged. There was no way my Goku could have lost, if it wasn't for the stupid car! My father was walking up to me when I took the stupid books off my head, and stormed out the dancing hall. This is just so unbelievable! I locked myself in my room.

I angerly paced within my room. I was so angry I throw down frames, and punched the mirror hanging on my door. After that punch, I sat on my bed crying. I didn't know if I was because Goku lost or because I wasn't there to watch the fight. Without knowing it I had fallen asleep. When I woke up again it was night, and I finally unlocked my door. I was going to get one of the maids to help clean the mess but stopped in my tracks at what I saw. It was dad, on the floor, against the wall sleeping. Moments like these remind me he does care for me, and that I would always be his little girl. I woke him up, and we ended up cleaning and talking all night long.

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I… I… I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S DEAD! WHY?

I started feeling tears flooding my eyes. NO! There's no time for tears! I need to find out who did this. THEY'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! THEY'RE GOING TO PAY FOR EVER CROSSING ME! I grabbed my power pole, my friends tried to stop me. I pushed past them and got the dragon radar from Bulma. I'LL FIND YOU!

When I caught up to Krillin's killing I felt my blood rushing, and I just saw red. HOW DEAR HE! I went in for an attacked. Soon enough he beat me. How could this happen? What am I going to do? Soon I could smell something cooking. My hunger was currently stronger than my resolve. I found the source of the smell, and ate. When I finished came out some strange guy.

He ended up helping me take down the killer, and to my disgust, he ate him. Was this how Bulma felt when I offered her the centipede when we first met? Now I can't make fun of her anymore. Me and Yajrobe went in search of King Piccolo, the one who sent for Krillin's and other fighters' deaths.

When we first encountered him I was once again outmatched. Then we heard from Master Roshi to seek help from Korin. After going through a weird place, and feeling like I could die from drinking the Ultra Divine Water. But after I recovered, I felt my strength tenfold. And once again I went in search of that monster. Before I left, Korin gifted me another flying nimbus, since my other one was destroyed.

One my way to King Piccolo, I heard a familiar scream. I went to investigate, and it was no other than Chichi. Ignoring the soldiers behind us, Chichi and I were having a small catchup. I commented that she grown, like her height. We shared a smiled before the soldiers reminded me, that I have something important to take care of. I quickly disposed of the soldiers, and they told me where Piccolo was located.

One last parting words with Chichi, and then I headed to Kings Castle. There me and that monster had over battle. This time I wasn't leaving without coming out the victor. So, I did, but the price of my body and the destruction of a city. With the help of Yajrobe, we went back to Korin Tower. There I was healed and found out there was a way to bring back my dead friends. There was hope yet. And what I came face to face I was not prepared for.

I burst into rage was I saw that green face. I was already prepared to attack when this Popo character stopped me. He then explained what was going on. To top it off, I agreed to 3 years of training, just so my friends could come back. I was so happy I almost forgot I couldn't see them be revived. Now I question, am I really ready for this. The promise to get stronger and an ultimate battle had me excited. This excitement was stronger than I ever had in years. Almost like it was taking control of everything else about me.

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Just when we were about to be shot by the soldiers, I gave my biggest battle cry, ready to keep my dad safe. After news about King Piccolo killing fighters spread, dad burst in my room stating we had to run for our lives. For the first time, I saw my father having a face of panic. I then suited in my armor, and followed my dad out the kingdom. Now here we stand, against these pathetic soldiers.

Just when I was about to attack, he showed up. IT'S GOKU! I felt so overjoyed that he's still alive. After everything that's been going on, I was so happy to see him. I ran up to him, and we ended up talking. He commented on my height, I felt myself blush. He was still shorter than me, but still cute.

Our conversation was cut short by the soldiers. Then I saw Goku change from the happy face, I've come to known, to a serious, angry face. I witness him take care of those soldiers. I was so amazed at how strong he gotten. I was so hypnotized by his movements. Every move was flawless, you could almost see how powerful his hits were.

Before he left to fight King Piccolo, he said his final goodbyes and I couldn't help feel scared for him. But instead of voicing my worries, I gave him my biggest encouraging smile. I wished him luck, and watched him leave. The moment he was out of sight, I finally let the tears fall. I screamed good luck at the top of lungs, before I went back to helping dad.

He then did something I was expecting but truly needed. He hugged me tightly as I cried. I felt so scared that I was going to lose my dad. I was scared that Goku would get hurt. I was scared something bad was going to happen to me.