Chapter 6: Year 2

It has officially been one year since I started training with Mr. Popo and Kami. I was in the middle of practicing my katas when Kami appeared. He had the dragon balls floating behind him. He approached me and I went to a relax state. He walked up to me and tried speaking me into getting rid of my tail. For good!

I tried arguing, I even tried reasoning with Kami. I asked why does my tail have to go. What does it have to do with the moon? He never answered me. He only said that it was a must, and it needs to go. We decided to do it before my rest day, since comes to find out I would be out for a day or two. The days after my tail was removed, I became very aggressive. Hell, I was outright violent. My temper was out of control.

I would have random ragging outburst during sparring sessions with Mr. Popo. Every time Kami tried to speak with me, I ignored him. I was still enraged of going through that pain. One night, after a brutal training, I laid on my bed tried to calm down. Then out of nowhere, that smell I thought I forgot, found its way into my nose. I instantly relaxed, and fell asleep.

The next day, I wake up relaxed and calm, after so many days of anger. I even felt that weird feeling between my legs. I was such in a better mood, I didn't pay it no mind. The rest of that day my calm attitude was shocking to Kami and Popo, but they did not comment. I still gave them angry stair when they tried talking to me about anything that wasn't training.

Since then I allowed to fall asleep to that scent, that it became almost a drug. On top of that, I developed this weird habit of hugging my pillow in my sleep. I didn't understand it, but combine with the scent it was a welcome feeling. Almost as if I was with someone.

Somewhere during those months, I even smelt that scent while doing extreme training. It kept me relaxed, and going. Or sometimes it made me aware of a tight feeling in my pants. When that happens, I work extra hard to get rid of it. It was faster and easier than meditating it away. After 4 months, the day before I went into the Room of Spirit and Time, I finally told Mr. Popo about the scent I kept smelling. But even he was confused by the smell.

Once inside the room I felt something I haven't in years. Isolated. During my time in that room I could have died, but I at least pulled through for a month. During that month I trained as hard as I could. But there were times I would see things. I would see grandpa, not smiling, but… but… I would cry heavily when I saw that. Sometimes the room made me see my dead friends, and I was left not being able to move from all the guilt. And sometimes I would hear this faint giggle, and it made me strangely happy. And disappointed when the giggling stopped. Once I left that room behind I felt a whirlwind of emotions.

The next couple of days I found myself reflecting on what happened in that room. I came to terms it wasn't my fault my friends died. I did avenge them, so let what can't be change be forgotten. Grandpa always said to not put mind to things that can not be changed, but look forwarded to new possibilities. So I was looking forward for the day I can see my friends again. It'll be so awesome!

But I was still confused about the giggling. That plagued my mind more at night, as I tried to sleep. As I hugged my pillow and thought about the scent, I came to enjoy, I started hearing the giggling again. It was such a wonderful sound. I even found myself giggling along as I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day I found Mr. Popo hovering over my bed. It surprised me so much that I fell out of bed.

"Goku, who's Chichi?" I felt my cheeks heated up.

"Why do you ask?" I kind of didn't want to know, but curiously be damned.

"You kept saying that as you slept. And clean up, you're drooling." CRAP!

Looking away and fidgeting with my fingers as I spoke. "Chichi is a girl I met while me and Bulma searched for the dragon balls. I helped her and her dad put out the fire around their home." I fell silent for a moment thinking what else to say. "She's nice. She can ride nimbus, when my other friends can't. Plus, she's fun." Mr. Popo just looked at me, and I could feel my face burning more, and almost like I was holding my breath.

He then chuckled. I got so frustrated. Was he making fun of me again?! I turned of my heel and stormed out the room. I didn't eat breakfast; I was just so mad. Once I got outside to start some warmup when I felt the tightness. Just great! Another source of frustration. I didn't speak to Kami or Mr. Popo for the whole day. It was around dinner time that I finally calmed down, and had forgotten the reason for my frustration. The next couple of weeks were uneventful training, and the random tightness.

Then came the day I had to do training in the outside world. Now time for some time away from this boring place. One day Mr. Popo walked up to me and said he had some type of place he wanted me to train for the day. But before I did, I needed new clothes. At this time, I finally noticed that I was getting taller and bigger than before.

That day my weighted clothes became triple as heavy. It took me a while to adjust. Then Mr. Popo took me to the Pendulum room. I really don't like this room sometimes. It's worth than the clock room. Mr. Popo told me that this training exercise is for me to keep a clear head, especially when there's a lot of distractions. Before I could question him, I was sent off.

I was then standing under an oak tree. At first, I didn't get what's the deal. Since I already knew how to clear my head of distractions. That's one of the first times I've learn along my journey, why do I have to learn it again. Just then, I was able to smell it. I was then so compelled to find the source, when I stopped myself the last second. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Popo wanted me to block out that smell. Maybe he saw that it was distracting me. I didn't think it was, but he probably saw it different. I was actually feeling sad I had to block that scent.

But then I wonder did Mr. Popo wanted me to block out everything? Was I not allow to smell that scent, or enjoy the sound of those giggles? I frown deeply as I got ready to meditate. I made one last promise to myself. That when the fighting is over that I'll go in search for the person who had that scent, and who giggled like that.

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It was the day after my 17th birthday party, and I was helping the maids clean up. Li was there, talking to his grandma. Then they walked over to me. "Miss, it's about time you understand you don't have to bring yourself to such a low level. Stop cleaning and get ready for queen lessons." How could she say such a thing! I understand that I'm a princess, but doesn't mean I'm above cleaning and helping others.

Just when I was about to tell her that my father showed up. "Sweetie, once done get ready. We're going to a training trip." That brought a smile to my face, and I cleaned faster. Lately dad had been easier on me. Sometimes I wonder why, but I didn't mind. He was supporting my dreams, while also trying to get me to see his dreams.

Once he left I noticed an awful looked Mrs. Ying gave my dad. When I was going to ask she was already walking away. Li was left behind and he even asked if he could help me. Why did he want to do so now? I was about to put the broom away when Li held onto my hips. I tried to push him away, but was surprised that he was stronger than last time. But looks like I had to use more strength than usually. What a waste of stamina. I punched him square in the chest, and ran away.

When me and dad went training, I finally asked dad. "Could you teach me the Kamehameha?" He seemed thrown off by the suddenly questions. He then agreed, but I had to get stronger. This is going to be so awesome.

During this training trip he really touch me the Roshi style. And I couldn't believe how harder it was compared to the training before. It was so exciting. But I did wonder, why dad didn't teach me the first place? All I know I'm going to adopt this style into my everyday life. Even if I'm not training, in the sense, I'm going to challenge myself at everything.

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For today I couldn't feel uneasy. I haven't been able to sleep lately, no matter how heavy I trained. Even Mr. Popo said that I seem out of it. So he said that we will take a break today. I then asked the question I asked the month I started. "Could I look down at earth and see how my friends are doing?" Mr. Popo looked at Kami, who was standing next to him. Silence fell heavily among us.

Kami then said I couldn't, that I'll get distracted. I accepted the answer without a second thought. At this point I came to realize my desire are nothing but simple wishes. Only thing that kept my spirit shrining was the knowledge that a great challenge awaits me. And with that my mood changed to overly excited. I'm going to enjoy this challenge. It better be worth everything I sacrificed. My desires, the things that bring my comfort. The fight better be worth all the trouble I went to get this new strength. It has to be, for me to just want to punch the living out of that person.

Even though I knew I was going to face my greatest challenge, I never got a name to go with it. I finally asked Kami and he told me it was Piccolo. NO! IT CAN'T BE POSSIBLE! I KILLED IT! Then Kami told me what happened, and if he was really died Kami wouldn't be alive. My anger grew, and then I thought about it. This new Piccolo is stronger than the other one, and he gave me a lot of trouble. Well looks like I do have a great challenge after all. Since I'm growing stronger and stronger, and this time I have a bigger motive than just winning the tournament.

Not only am I going to win the tournament, I get to fully test my new strength on a worthy opponent. And maybe I get to show off some of my new moves that I been working on. With that new breath of excitement; I got back to practicing a few new techniques till dinner.