Chapter 4: Year 1. Part 1
When we went back to the castle, I was ready to do anything my father told me to do. Instead he didn't tell me anything. I asked him, and he said I could do whatever I wanted, as long as I stood home. I agreed and went to one of our courtyards. I decided that I should train, and keep my body focus. Cause you never know what could happen. It was long into my training that someone came looking for me. They told me that my father had summoned me.
When I came to my father's chambers he was standing on the balcony. I went to join him, and I saw he had a huge smile. "It's over." I looked at him confused. "Kings Piccolo has been defeated. He's dead." I felt my face break out into a smile. That evil monster is gone.
"Goku did it, daddy!" I ran into dad's arms and hugged him. I felt a great relief wash over me. This was just the greatest news, ever! During the next few next days, everything was quiet, too quiet.
Whenever I asked the house maids, where's my father, they always respond. "In his room, young lady."
After a week of him in his room I finally confront him. "Daddy? What's the matter?" I walked into his room. Come to find out it's pitch black, everything is close. I walk up to one of the windows and pulled back the curtains. "Dad, what is wrong with you?" As I walked over to the bed, I notice the many wine bottles on his night stand. What is going on with my father?
As I walked up to the stand to clear off the bottles, I found a calendar with a date marked. When I read it closely it said, "Happy Anniversary." I was left speechless. No wonder around this time dad always seemed to be the sadness. I tried waking him up. After a few tries it did. We went down for some lunch, since was around that time.
We then spent the day walking in one of the gardens. After dinner I made him promise that he wouldn't drink that heavily anymore. After a month of trying to get back to normal, dad surprised me. "Chichi."
"Yes daddy."
"So, do you still want to train?" I nodded my head, and silently hope he meant it. "Ok, so I will train you heavily." I started to jump with excitement. "But." I stopped and looked at my dad. "When you turn 18 you would truly consider finding a husband, and learn what it takes to rule a kingdom." I was shocked.
"But… But… But what about Goku, daddy?"
"I'll think about it. If he shows up." I just can't believe what I'm hearing. Is dad being for real?
"But what about the promise, dad?"
"You were children then, you aren't anymore. And if you don't marry before your 19th birthday, I will choose your husband." I really can't believe this. I was left speechless. This is insane. I ran past him and towards my room. "Pack your bags, we leave at dawn." Those were the last words I hear before I reached the top of the stairs.
Once in my room, I lock the door and fall on my bed. I hug my pillow tight as I try thinking of a plan to get out of this. Then I remembered that the next martial arts tournament way before my birthday. Maybe I can enter and bring Goku back with me. YES! That's a great idea. I just won't tell dad, or he'll try to stop me. I then got up from bed and grabbed my dairy, and wrote my plan down. Nothing is going to stop me now.
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After days in and out training seem to start having a pattern. A boring, lifeless pattern. During the first month it was interesting. Then I was starting to get the hang of the training till Mr. Popo gave me a sparring partner. He too was lifeless. I love the training, but there's nothing up here. I'm not even allowed to look down to earth, and catch a glimpse at what my friends are doing. I understand I can't go down there to see them personally, but not even being able to look down at earth in general?
The sky doesn't have clouds to watch. The place feels so empty. And it's way too quiet for my taste. But the good thing about this place, is at night, under the endless stars. Sometimes I would lay back after a hard day of training, and watch the stars.
Ok, time to get back to it. I spent too much time daydreaming. Let's go through the motion one more time. I hope the bell doesn't ring this time… Nope. After lunch another spar session with my other self. I think I'm getting the hang of this life energy business… Nope. The next day was time to train in a different time. I wonder where I'll go next. This type of training is always exciting.
Days turn to weeks, weeks into months. Before I knew it, it had been 6 months, and I was taking one of my rest days. I decided to meditate; one of those new habits I was starting to develop. As I meditated a weird smell caught my attention. I opened my eyes, then the smell was gone. I was confused, but chose to ignore it. I closed my eyes again to meditate, again that weird smell. This time I kept my eyes closed and tried to figure out the smell.
It almost smelt of apples, with a hint of flower and smoke. What a funny combination. The more I tried to focus on this smell the calmer I was feeling. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mr Popo trying to catch my attention. "Goku. Why did you fall asleep?"
"I'm not sure, Mr. Popo." I stated confused.
So, instead of being sent to my sleeping courters, Mr. Popo figured I slept enough to start tomorrow's training earlier. What a bummer. The rest of the night into the next day I train heavily. When night had fallen again and I went to my room I had a weird thought. Maybe that smell from yesterday, I smelt it somewhere before. Maybe I know someone with that scent. As I was falling asleep, that scent teased my nose once more. Instead of reacting to it, I let it smother me as I fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke, I felt something weird in my pants. When I took off the covers, I saw something poking under my pants. When I pulled my pants down come to find out it was that my wiener was hard. I actually panicked, this never happened before. I was in between asking Mr. Popo or marking it down as a one-time thing. I marked it as a one-time thing.
During the rest of that day it was hard to focus, since my thoughts kept coming back to what happened this morning. After lunch, before I started my afternoon training, I finally got the nerve to ask Mr. Popo what could this mean. I went up to him and asked what does it mean to have a hard wiener. He looked at me confused. I then pointed to my lower region and repeated my question.
It felt like my cheeks were on fire as I waited for an answer. At first, he gave a light chuckle. Great! He's laughing at me. He then told me that's normal for a growing body. I then asked him, why does it happen? Sadly, he did not have an answer to that. I'll add this to a list of things I'll ask one of my friends, when I see them again.
So back to my afternoon. As I started to do some warms, I noticed Kami was speaking to Mr. Popo. What concerned me was I was able to hear a good chunk of their conversation before they went deeper into the temple. Why did Mr. Popo tell Kami about my little problem? And why did Kami react like that was something completely new to him? To top it off, why did Mr. Popo feel the need to speak to Kami away from me? I hate when they do that sometimes. Like what could they possibly be hiding.
Once warmups were done I started to get into my rhythm I had forgotten about the whole ordeal. As I practiced my kata I have failed to notice that it had gotten dark. It's when Mr. Popo called for my attention that I began to noticed the dark sky.
As I ate dinner Kami showed himself. He spoke with Mr. Popo while I ate. I was paying them no mind. After I took my last bite is when Kami addressed me. "Goku, it has come to my attention that you might be lacking in education."
"Um, what do you mean?"
"Other than martial arts did you ever got schooled?" I looked at him confused for a moment till I remembered when I was first training under Master Roshi. I told him how Master Roshi would site Krillin and I to do some reading and counting. Even go as far as trying to solve problems. It was super hard, and Krillin was always better at it than me. But I didn't put much thought into that.
"I see. So as of tomorrow, every afternoon you would study. And Mr. Popo will teach you things, that's not martial arts." I was about to whine till he held up a hand. "That is final. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded and looked down at my empty plate.
That night as I tried to fall asleep that scent hit my nose again. I, again, let it smother me as I fell asleep. Once again in the morning, I had a hard wiener. That's twice now, and it didn't help Mr. Popo saying it's normal. It hurts to peep like this. So, to take my mind off it, I tried mediating. That kind of worked.
This morning I was sparring against myself, just great. Even though I gotten better at the life energy thing, I still wasn't always beating that doll. Since I was in a frustrated mood, due to this morning, I decided to make the spar session a game. If I could land 3 kicks and 3 punches, before lunch, I'll count that as a success. And so, it began.