OKAY THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT I KNOW! I WANTED IT TO BE SHORT BECAUSE I WANTED TO LEAVE YOU GUYS HANGING OKAY? I KNOW THAT ALL YOU GUYS WILL DEFINETLY KNOW WHO HAS SAVED GOKU BUT STILL, THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE!
"Breathe…breathe…!" Kakarotto could hear a voice. He couldn't quite grasp where he'd heard the voice before. He knew the voice; he just could add a face to it. This voice was deep and sounded a little angry, even though it wasn't shouting or didn't seem annoyed. It sounded…frightened. "Come on, Kakarotto breathe damn you!" Kakarotto was beginning to feel his body again. There was a pair of hands on his chest pumping on the spot where his heart lay beneath his skin, bones and muscle. "You can do it, Kakarotto! Come on you Baka!" A pair of warm delicious lip connected with Kakarotto's pushing air into his lungs. Twice the lips presented him with air before the hands started pumping away at Kakarotto's chest again. Kakarotto's ears picked up the sound of heavy breathing. "Come on! Come on!" Suddenly there was pounding on Kakarotto's chest instead of pumping. "Breathe Kakarotto; I'm begging you please breathe!" Kakarotto felt a sting in his chest and a burn in his throat. Gasping and choking for precious air, Kakarotto's saviour rolled him onto his side so that he wouldn't struggle with the recovery of his breathing. Kakarotto opened his eyes to find himself in extremely familiar surroundings. Lush red fields and only a few trees. There was a lake nearby and Kakarotto could have sworn that he saw an old campfire and a bloodstain on the ground. Suddenly, Kakarotto knew straight away who had saved him. Kakarotto rolled back onto his back and his black eyes met with a well-known gaze…