Chapter 8: Reliving History

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As I lie facedown in dirt, I found myself dreaming. My vision was fuzzy at first, but continuously got better. I found myself flying through the air, with my fist in front of me, as if I was about to punch something, and sure enough, I did. Before I knew where I was I was hurdled right through a soft-like substance. After I was completely through I looked back and saw that it was a person that I had punched a gaping hole through. He had green skin and antennae. Before I knew what was going on he spit something round and saliva ridden right out of his mouth toward the ground. Disgusted, I looked away to realize that I was falling. I began to panic before my vision went fuzzy again. When it cleared I was still falling. Actually, I was falling faster than I was before. It felt like I was hurdling to the Earth like a rocket of some sort. I heard a faint voice. Someone shouting something.

It sounded like they were saying "I told you I'd win."

Suddenly, before I was able to comprehend it, my head slammed right into the side of something. I didn't know what it was, but it flew about twenty feet in the opposite direction. I lay on the ground, the right side of my chest aching for some reason, which is strange, considering how hard I slammed into that object. I looked up to see another green figure laying motionless on the ground.

Wait a minute.

I recall reading about a green man fighting with Goku on his adventures. Piccolo, I think his name was. Yes, Piccolo the Namekian.

And then it all came together.

I'm reliving all the major ancient battles that my grandfather fought in over his lifetime. The first vision I had was when he defeated the Demon King Piccolo, and the second was when he defeated his son, Piccolo Jr., at the World Martial Arts Tournament years later. As my vision went blurry again, I couldn't help but wonder where Goku's journey would head next. Before I could see anything, I was struck in the abdomen with the most painful and burning feeling that I'd ever experienced. When my vision cleared, it appeared that I was holding someone with long hair in what seemed to be a full nelson. I don't know what this burning feeling is, or what it could be, but as it passed directly through my body, I began tasting blood. I fell to the ground in order to be met with the view of a kid in a yellow robe. I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't be sure who it was. I looked over at Piccolo, who was standing above the person that I had been clinging to. He said something about Saiyans arriving at Earth in one year. Then I remembered: this was when Goku and Piccolo teamed up for the first time to take down my Great Uncle Raditz. And that child that I just saw was my Grandpa Gohan.

I was suddenly taken to a desert. I was standing on a rock. The wind blew dust behind me, and I was met with the gaze of a rather short man with ancient Saiyan armor and spiky hair. Vegeta? Of course, this was the time when Goku fought Vegeta for the first time, when the Saiyans came to try to take over Earth. Suddenly I felt my body fill with energy. A lot of energy. My body began glow red, and before I knew it, my body was surrounded by an aura and I was rushing at Vegeta faster than a bullet as all the energy I had drained like water out of a faucet. The scene changed very rapidly and instead of punching Vegeta, I punched what appeared to be a man with a completely white body and a purple dome on his head. Lord Frieza, this seemed like. The red aura that had previously engulfed my body was now yellow, and my hair felt like it was standing up. As it brushed by my eyes, I noticed that it was yellow as well. I felt strong. Stronger than I ever knew possible. This must have been when my grandfather transformed into a Super Saiyan for the first time, and boy, is this a lot of energy to control.

My vision changed once more. This time there was a large blue dome right in front of me. It looked like a large ki blast, and there was what appeared to be a bug-looking creature on the other side. It looks like Cell. We must be in some sort of beam struggle. I felt powerful, yet super exhausted at the same time. My left arm was hanging limp. I couldn't move it without a strong pain running up my shoulder. As Cell's beam overpowered mine, it looked like he collapsed in pain for a moment. This was when I heard a voice in my head.

It shouted "NOW'S YOUR CHANCE!".

I shouted as loudly as I could and released every single last bit of energy I could muster from my body. Cell's body began to disintegrate as I overpowered him and blew him away for good. I guess Goku's not the only person who's experience I relived in this dream. Looks like I relived Gohan's experience of defeating Cell too. My vision went black, and when it came back, I was suspended in mid-air. I was once again exhausted, and it looked I was struggling against a pink fellow with a large white ball-like object. Majin Buu is what it looked like. Being more exhausted than the previous vision, I couldn't find the strength to hold the ball anymore and I lowered my arms.

Suddenly, however, out of nowhere, I felt strong again. I didn't understand it, but I quickly powered up and regained control of the ball and blew it right back at Buu as he was disintegrated in it. The Spirit Bomb. That was what he had used to win this fight. Labeled as one of the most complicated ancient, and time-consuming moves, one is suppose to concentrate and request that all the living things they could think of give their energy for the purpose of making one large energy ball. I've never seen it done before right in front of my eyes, and to experience it firsthand is astonishing, especially because of how big this one was.

My mind traveled to other visions during my unconsciousness. The first time grandfather became a god, becoming a Super Saiyan 4, defeating a Tuffle named Baby, defeating an android known as Super 17, and defeating the ultimate opponent, Omega Shenron, who extracted his power straight from the Dragon Balls themselves. These visions were amazing. I knew that Goku was one of the greatest fighters that ever existed, but this just surpasses everything that I originally perceived about him.

But just when I thought I was going to experience yet another ancient battle, I began to feel something solid brush up against my face. It was then when I finally regained consciousness, and boy did I find myself in a pickle today.