A/N: Hello fellow readers, here is my next chapter of A Broken Soul. Just to be ahead, I won't post chapters every day. But I will try as best as I can to post in when I have the chance. Now…let the adventure begin!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT.
"Talking"
Thoughts
"Mental link"
The Voice
Chapter 2
I wake up with the sun shining down on my face again. I decide to climb down and search for the person who spoke to me last night. But how can I even do that if I never saw this person…
Maybe…
"H-Hello…," I whispered.
No response.
In frustration, I yelled in my own understanding.
"Please come out! I don't know what to do! I don't even know anything about myself!
My eyes starts to leak water when I didn't hear that voice.
"Please… I need your help…"
Kurai…
"What…?" I gasped in my own language.
That voice…Its coming from…my head?
The dark voice chuckled lightly.
You shall be the key to our clan's victory…My child…Just like your father…
"Wait! What's a father? Who's my father? Who are you?"
You will meet him when you're ready…Do not fail me, Kurai…
I heard nothing else from the voice in my head after that. Strangely, it felt kind of good to hear someone to talk to…even though I can't see them…But I was happy about two things… I have someone to talk to…and I have something called a father! That has to be a good thing, right?
I'm gonna find him now!
Slowly, I have this strange feeling in my head…Lots and lots of things I didn't know before is now coming clear. The human language now makes sense to me now! This has to be the voice's doing! I smile widely at the thought.
"Just you wait, father," I exclaimed in the new language, "I'll find you and our clan! We'll be together again!"
I start running and laughing unconsciously with excitement. I hope to run into someone who would recognize me. Now that I know this language, people will probably won't hate me!
"Father~!"
No response.
"Father?"
Nothing.
"FATHER~!"
"Hey, you looking for someone," a voice yelled.
I stop instantly and look around to find the source of the voice. Quickly, I see a little girl walking towards me. She's about my height, but definitely a human. She has pale white skin and big black eyes with freckles on her cheeks. She has on a red shirt, brown shorts, black shoes, and a white headband holding her dark brown hair away from her face.
"Hi…," I said shyly, "are you my father?"
"No," the girl laughed, "but I can help you find him if you want. Are you lost?"
"Sorta'…"
"Well you can stay at my house!"
"I-I…"
She quickly grabs my hand and drags me along with her. I look at her face that shows her smiling brightly at me. The girl doesn't even know me and she's already nice to me.
What did I do to make her act this way? Humans are so weird…
"By the way," the girl said, "my name is Monique."
"Monique?" I repeated.
"Yeah! What's your name?"
"My name…?"
Well…the voice has been calling Kurai a lot… Maybe that's my name…
"Kurai…"
"Nice to meet ya, Kurai!"
So weird…
We finally stop in front of a small house in an open land. It's nice and all…but I'm kind of scared to go inside considering what happened last time… Monique was about to walk into the house until she notices me not moving.
"What's wrong, Kurai?" Monique asked.
"Is anyone in there?" I asked.
"Nah. I live here alone. My parents died two years ago…"
"Died? What does 'die' mean? What's a year?"
"You don't know what death is? Or years?" I shake my head meaning 'no'. "Well a year is about 365 days. For example, I'm eight years old! Do you know how old you are?"
"…A day is when the sun and the moon switches in the sky, right?"
"Sorta' like that."
"Then…I'm one day old…"
Monique gives me a confused look for a while until she smiles. "Okay!"
"And what does dead mean?"
"Uh…we can talk about that later! C'mon, let's go inside."
I carefully follow her inside the house and look around. The place wasn't bad; it looks a bit different from the last house.
Even though I just met this girl, I think I can trust her…
No. you can't trust her.
"You again," I whispered.
She's not to be trusted, Kurai.
"But she hasn't done anything to hurt me like…"
Those humans? She's just like them…Just wait and see…
"But…"
"Kurai, who are you talking to?" Monique asked.
"Uh…" Should I tell her about the voice in my head? Will she treat me like the other humans did? Maybe I shouldn't… "Nothing…"
"Okaaay…Well, can you tell me about your daddy? Where do you think he is?"
"I… don't really know…Like I said, I was born one day ago…"
"*Sigh*…Well maybe he'll find you here…These woods aren't that big…" Monique walks into another room for a while until she comes back with two cups in her hands.
"Thirsty?" she asks as she gives me the cup.
"What is it?" I asked looking in the cup.
"I-Its water… You drink it…"
"Oh…" I blushed with embarrassment.
I do as she says and realized how thirsty I am. I finish my drink in a matter of seconds. "Can I have some more?" I asked.
For some reason, she laughs again. "Sure. You're funny, Kurai!"
The girl leaves and returns again with more cups of water. The moment I see her, I snatch the water and practically swallow it in one gulp.
"More please?"
"So what do you want to play?" Monique asked.
"I don't know," I said sadly.
We sat on the couch for a while until she suddenly smiles and run out of the room giggling. Soon after, she comes back with an armful of…clothes, shoes, and hats.
"Let's play Dress Up!" Monique said happily.
"Dress…Up?"
She drops the clothes between us and smiles widely at me. "Yeah! We just pick any clothes we want and play around!"
This is so strange…but it seems fun…
I give her a smile. "Okay, I'll try!"
She giggles as she grabs a few clothes and run to her room.
I put on a black tank top, a fluffy yellow scarf, big gray boots, and these…legless bright green pants.
Monique comes back 'dressed up' in her outfit. She has on a long green shirt that stops to her ankles with a pink and white belt around her stomach, white gloves, and bright pink shoes.
"So what'cha think?" Monique asked.
"I guess it looks nice," I said, "but I think my pants are broken. It has no legs!"
Monique gives me a confused look for a few seconds until she laughs again.
"What's so funny?" I asked with a blush.
"It's not broken, silly," she laughed, "It's a skirt."
"Oh. So what do we do now?"
Monique grabs a small black from the table and smiles. "We pose for pictures!"
"Picture?"
Once again, she laughs at me.
I wonder why she laughs so much…
"Pictures are something you keep as a memory. With this, we can take lots and lots of 'em!"
"Wow! Really?'
"You bet! C'mon!"
For the first time since I met her, I laughed with happiness.