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"I am sorry Gohan, but it's true, you can't be wished back." Explained the figure who now had removed his hood, revealing his purple skin and white mohawk.

"What!" exclaimed the eleven year old Gohan. "Why can't I go back? The Dragon Balls can wish people back to life! They can wish me back right?"

"Not this time Gohan." Replied the purple skinned being.

Stumped by the explanation that followed Gohan laid down on the ground, curling up into a ball, hugging his knees and started to sob. Dying wasn't pretty, but he thought that like the others he too would get wished back.

'I am not getting back, I am not getting home.' was the sentence which was repeated over and over again in the young boy's mind.

'What do I do now?' The Supreme Kai asked himself, he didn't know how to deal with kids and their emotions. Turning to his assistant he said: "Go find a human who has a body, has experience with kids and watched the fight."

"As you wish Supreme Kai." Kibito replied as he took off.

'Saiyans are not known to have the skills to interact and comfort children in emotional states. Somebody bodiless will probably not come over as encouragingly as somebody who still has a body. If they had a kid of their own and have watched the fight it will be easier for that person to help instead of relaying the situation to somebody who has not.' The Supreme Kai thought.

Flying over the flower fields in Heaven, Kibito was thinking how he could comply with the Supreme Kai's wish. How could he pick the right person? Finding a human with a body wouldn't be a problem. Experience with kids was something they could search up in the records they had of each person who died. The problem would be somebody who knew what the child has been through. There were multiple giant screens in Heaven, each broadcasting something else and people could go and watch. In Heaven there were multiple activities you could do and watching fighting back on earth wasn't a popular one. Most of Heaven's residents were content with the peaceful environment. Landing at the screen which broadcasted the Cell Games he noticed that most already left and the others were preparing to.

"I have a question for all of you." Kibito called out to the group.

The residents weren't surprised of the big red figure that landed by them, when you're dead you don't question much.

"I am searching for somebody who can help the kid you all saw just fight." Kibito continued.

The present group remained silent, some because they themselves couldn't process what they just witnessed. Others because they don't have experience dealing with children and others were scared of how to handle with such a powerful kid. As the silence remained Kibito was about to ask again but one man stepped forward.

"Well, there may somebody who fit the bill, but she stomped away angrily after seeing that afro guy raking in the credit for defeating Cell." Replied the man.

"Can you tell me where she is?" Asked Kibito.

Pointing past Kibito: "Probably at the gym." Answered the man.

When you died and you still have your body there is a chance you get to the planet of warriors in Otherworld. When you are qualified for it you can choose to either go there or go to Heaven, if you don't qualify doesn't mean you can't fight anymore, you can train in Heaven.

Landing at the entrance of the gym, Kibito heard the sound of fists hitting a punching bag.

After stepping inside he saw the only person inside who was still busy:

Right straight punch

Left straight punch

Right sideward kick

Left straight punch

Left straight kick

Right hook

Right straight punch

After that last punch a ripping sound was heard as a vertical tear formed on the right side of the bag and the sand started to spill out of it.

Seeing the punching bag total loss the fit figured woman did a backwards summersault, charging a blue orb in her hand and fired it at the bag, causing it to explode.

While slightly panting the woman turned towards Kibito. "What do you want?" She asked in an irritated tone.

Surprised at the ferocity the woman displayed Kibito was silent a bit too long for the woman's liking.

"Unless this person is invisible and can hide his energy, I assume you came for me, if not you can get out the doorway so I can pass." The woman stated as she had grabbed a towel and began to wipe the sweat of her face as she walked towards Kibito.

"You have experience with children, do you not?" Kibito asked just as the woman passed him.

The woman froze at hearing those words, standing still she ran her hand through her black semi spiky hair which reached till her mid back. Despite being here for four years she couldn't help but still feel sorry for her daughter she left behind in the living world. Despite being a working mom she always managed to make time for her, the same can't be said of her father who was always 'too busy'.

She knew the risks her job involved, being a policewoman isn't exactly a safe job. There always was the risk that some punk with a gun could get lucky, she was always healthy and very fit, but after getting shot once that changed. While it was only a flesh wound, one centimeter more to her left and she would be dead. She remembered her little girl standing next to the hospital bed asking with teary eyes if mommy was going to be okay. She reassured her that mommy would do everything to be able to go back to her. True to her word she trained extra, soon she was feared by all criminals for her martial arts. Despite being a great fighter she couldn't prevent a drunken truck driver crashing his truck into her police car.

As her eyes and voice softened up she replied: "Yes, yes I do, why?"

"As you may know the child who defeated Cell didn't make it and right now he has an emotional lockdown." Kibito explained.

Snapping her head up in attention. "Where is he?" She asked, grabbing Kibito by his collar and staring him straight in the eyes.

Surprised at the determination displayed in the human's eyes Kibito replied: "Follow me."

'I hope she can help the boy.' Kibito thought as they flew.

Beside him the woman was staring ahead with her determination-filled eyes. 'If I can't intervene with the injustice being committed on earth right now I sure as HFIL am going to try to help the boy who saved it.'

Gohan was feeling like he was in a very dark and cold place, he didn't know what to do or what to think. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but that wasn't even possible anymore. He knew he couldn't stay like this, but if he broke out of his reverie he knew he had to face the purple and the red skinned beings. He didn't want to face them and them reminding him he had now no family to be happy with. No friends to visit, no future little sibling to play with, no father to laugh with, no mother to talk to.

As Gohan was mulling over this he felt warmth embracing him, a hug, before he could wonder about a voice was softly talking to him:

"Thank you."

The voice was soothing like a mother's, it was thanking him, he didn't know what to say back.

"You don't have to say anything"

He decided to do just that, relaxing his body he slightly shifting into a more comfortable position.

"You can just let it all out if you want."

That did it, Gohan returned the embrace and started to hug this person tightly as tears started to flow down his face again. Not wanting to let go, he held onto the person like lifeline, afraid that if he let go he would fall down into that dark and cold place again.

"I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay with you as long as you want."

Deciding to look at the person who was comforting him he opened his eyes and looked up to meet a pair of blue ones which were showing genuine concern.

"Who are you?" The boy asked with a tired expression on his face.

The woman smiled at the boy, glad that he opened his eyes, as she answered: "You can call me Miguel."