A/N: Final word count- 11k (now im really glad i didn't put this with the intro, otherwise it would've been a near 16-17k chp XD)
Hello again friends family and guys named Bill! It's your host Monokub with another exciting episode of DBZ!... or at least half of one.
Apologies for the delay on this one, my work finally picked up more hours for me so, while the additional hours + pay is good, leaves me with less energy to write as it is, so probably expect more writing from me towards the weekends for awhile. I will make it a priority to at least get 1-2 done during said time (unless i got some days off then who knows ^^). However, because of the additional energy it takes out of me for my job, it also lowers my writing energy, so there's a good chance this got a bit jumbled here and there the further along it goes. Heck, i started finishing the chapter around 7:20 and nearly an hour later I finished it and that was just a few small scenes. I tend to notice the more i write the more energy and thought process that goes through my mind, but until it finally clears, my head gets a little jumpy so its harder to concentrate. Apologies again for that XP
Now, without further ado, enjoy!
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"Do you have anything else to say, Raditz?" King Yemma asked tapping his pencil's eraser to the table. He was a little impatient with the Saiyan that lied to him just to get five minutes alone to talk to Goku.
Raditz simply chuckled as he shook his head. He was ready for whatever fate awaited him. "I've said all I could. If this idiot still refuses to see reason, then he's beyond my help. You're on your own from here, Kakarot. Take my advice or don't, it'll be your death, not mine."
"Raditz..." Goku still couldn't believe the recent turnaround in his brother's personality.
To think, not a few hours ago this man was trying to kill him, Caulifla, and Piccolo after kidnapping their daughter and threatening to destroy the Earth. Now, face to face with the actual ruler of the afterlife, he stood his ground and demanded to speak with his brother, simply to warn him about the other Saiyans that would be set upon the earth within a year's time, and retreat to a new planet if possible. Of course, Goku had no intention of skipping out on what could potentially be one of the best fights of his life, but it still amazed him how much Raditz had changed over a very short amount of time.
From wanting his brother dead to trying to protect his family with the best information he could provide.
As for Raditz, he couldn't tell if his brother still repulsed him or not. While he did have a Saiyan's spirit in his desire to fight, he lacked the mental fortitude to think of the potential danger. He didn't care if these were Saiyans that could topple them with a finger at their current strength, nor did he care if the ensuing escapade resulted in his death, again. All Goku cared about was the chance to fight, refusing to surrender a fight that hasn't even started yet. It was the one admirable trait he kept with his bloodline.
And the most he could do for his mother's final wishes.
"Well then, Raditz. I'm afraid this is where we must depart." King Yemma stated as he slammed a fist onto the desk. Within an instant, a large gaping hole of blackness opened under the proud Saiyan's feet, Raditz showing no reaction as he descended.
"Wait! Raditz!" Goku wanted to reach for him as he took a step, even though it was too late.
"Never forget what it means to be a Saiyan... Brother." The last thing he saw was a smug look in his brother eyes, the closest thing he could give in his state to a fond farewell. As quickly as the hole appeared it just as quickly closed up, returning to the docile flooring where Raditz once stood.
"Aww man... Does he really have to go to Hell?" Goku complained. It wasn't like he didn't see the bad stuff Raditz had done, he had a firsthand experience at his brutality. But out of the last few minutes, with Raditz having little to gain for just using this opportunity to lie to him, he could tell there was a genuine care in his heart, even if it wasn't for his brother himself. "I really don't think he's such a bad guy."
"I'm afraid King Yemma's rule is law around here, Goku." Kami solemnly stated. "Once his decision has been made, it can not be undone, even by him."
"Yes... about that..." The muttering caught both their attention as King Yemma tapped his pencil against his head while examining his small notebook. "I did take note about Raditz's recent change in behavior for these last few hours. While it does nothing to make up for the countless worlds he subjugated, or lying to ME," he huffed, "there was what my associates consider an anomaly."
"An anomaly?" The younger brother had no idea what he was referring to.
"It's when a soul's judgement is to be considered under revisement for one reason or another." A female blue-horned oni with pink glasses and a black suit explained. "Depending on the upbringing a soul had since birth, it could be considered possible to reduce or give a damned soul a lighter sentence, history depending. After all, it wouldn't be that fair to condemn all souls if they simply felt they had no choice or didn't know it was wrong." She flipped through several pages of her clipboard. Though given this soul, it definitely wouldn't be the latter...
"Really? That's great!" Goku was already cheering to himself at the possibility. No matter who he was, Raditz was still his brother in some way.
"Now, now, don't get ahead of yourself." King Yemma slammed the book shut in one hand. "We said possible, there's no guarantee. All things depending, he could also end up somewhere worse in Hell."
"Wait. You said 'in Hell', right? Is he not there now?"
"At the moment, he's currently awaiting a full evaluation in purgatory, the borderline between both afterlives." The female Oni replied, checking over her list. "As it happens, he is currently occupying a cell as he awaits further examination."
"Well that doesn't sound so bad." Raditz had a chance to not get sent to Hell, or at the very least, one of the better parts of it, whatever that would entail. "How long does he have to wait?"
"Let's see... under current regiment, and counting the souls still waiting ahead of him... I'd say in about 40 years."
"FORTY YEARS?!" Goku couldn't even keep himself in front of a TV for more than an hour! He couldn't imagine the intense boredom one would suffer being stuck in a room for that long. "That's insane!"
"Well it is a soul that was nearly condemned to Hell. It's honestly better treatment than most get. With that said, if he had any other decent merits to him, it would be a lot easier to find his place in the afterlife." She advised.
"You mean if he did anything else good, it could improve his chances?" Goku asked, earning a nod.
"Ahem." Kami coughed into his fist, snapping Goku out of his thoughts. "Goku, I'm sure you have a bit on your mind, but shouldn't we be moving on to... you know..."
"Huh? Oh, right!" Goku had nearly forgotten the actual reason he was here in the first place. "So, can we go through Snake Way or what?"
"What did I say about showing respect?" Kami muttered frantically. He already wasted enough time here just talking about his unexpected brother. With the Earth at stake, literally every minute counted towards the Saiyan's arrival.
The great King Yemma leaned his head over his fist as if deciding Goku's own fate right on the spot. "Fine... If you want it that badly, take Snake Way to King Kai."
"Ahh! Thank you, your greatness!" Kami bowed respectfully.
"I'll summon a guide for you. Just go right outside and wait." He instructed with his thumb.
"Wow, really? Thanks, Yemma!" Goku thanked with a casual wave, learning nothing of Kami's numerous warnings as began to jog past the enormous desk.
"However," Yemma paused him, "if you fall off of Snake Way, I don't want you to come crying back to me."
"Uhh... Okay..." He wondered what he meant by that.
"Goku," Kami spoke as he walked around the table, "have a safe journey. This will be a most challenging year for you, as well as Caulifla."
"Oh, right! Cauli!" Goku suddenly remembered the other important part of his dilemma. "She got hurt during our fight with Raditz. Do you think you could-?"
Kami raised his hand nodding already knowing where he was going with this. "I'm well aware of the woman's current status. I shall do what I can to aid in her recovery while she's at the Lookout. However, you should know, depending on how serious her injuries are, it could take several weeks for her to fully recover, even with my healing."
"Really? Man, she's not gonna like that." He could recall a handful of times she wanted to train even while she was pregnant with Gohna. It would always take several hours to talk her out of it, convince her to train in a way that wouldn't injure her stomach, or bribe her with enough food until she was too full to train.
Chichi lost a good amount of money during those occurrences...
"Well, I'll leave her in your hands then. I know you'll take care of her." Goku smiled with a wave as he ran for the door. "And let her know I'm sorry for the wait. She was kind of expecting me to come home sooner. Bye!" Kami just smiled to himself as Goku left.
He hadn't changed a bit. After all these years, he was still the same spirited young boy he was when he first met, just older. He cared deeply for his friends, his family, even those of his enemies like Raditz. And above all, he cared much more for Caulifla than he came to realize, much like the wife did for him.
Turning his back to the door, Kami gathered his thoughts. I hope you come back in time, Goku. The Earth as been targeted by some of the most despicable beings the universe has to offer... He gazed at his fist knowingly. "Goku was one of the greatest warriors our world has ever known. And yet, to these Saiyans, he's nothing more than an inconvenience. I'm not even sure if King Kai's instructions will be of help. It seems until he's returned, our only hope will be to rely upon Caulifla and her daughter, and there's still no guarantee they will be enough-"
*WHAM!*
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" King Yemma's startling voice shouted from behind the guardian of Earth. He was a busy man with virtually an endless stream of souls to deal with! He didn't have time to listen to someone talk to themself! "Go home! I have work to do!"
"Ah... ha..." Kami chuckled anxiously as he scratched his head, sliding away as respectfully as he could. "O-Of course, your Greatness! I'll just be getting out of your way now. Goodbye!" It would appear whatever inner turmoil he had left to deal with he would have to resume once he returned himself.
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"Terribly sorry for the wait." Another blue-skinned Oni with glasses apologized as he drove the small red car. Goku's attention was fixed to the sight of the endless stream of clouds, a view that stretched to the very end of the heavens and then some as he sat in the back of the car. There was somehow nothing and a lot to see throughout the small car trip. "But don't you worry, I'll get you to the head of the Snake Way before you know it! You're in good hands with me."
"Whoa..." The young Saiyan continued gape at the incredible view. In the short amount of time, this world became more fascinating than anything he's ever experienced. Giant kings who controlled the afterlife, demon secretary who were basically pencil pushers, and an entire dimension, if not universe, where the dead roamed and met their final resting place. It would be a lot of fun to explore such a setting if the world's crisis wasn't at hand.
"So, Snake Way is very long and extremely treacherous." The Oni continued. "What kind of shape are you in? Good?"
"Me?" Goku finally heard as he looked back. "No. I mean, I was pretty healthy when I was alive. But I don't think so now that I'm dead..." It seemed like an obvious question, really. If he was alive, healthy! If he was dead, not healthy! There really wasn't an in-between here. "Hey," another thought crossed his mind, "what's King Kai like? You've met him before, right?"
"Oh sure, lots of times." The oni's eyes were glued to the stony pathway ahead. "He's surprisingly down to Earth considering he rules over every other deity in this region of the universe."
"Ah, he must be strong! I can't wait!" Goku could hardly wait! A god that was like a god to all other gods? That sounded awesome! He could only imagine the potential strength a man like that had!
He could tell this was going to be a fun, easy-going adventure!
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"I can't believe we got stuck with the hard part." Krillin moaned as he looked over the necklace containing one of the Dragon Balls. He was currently wearing the best grey suit he had on hand with a matching hat, preparing to deliver the news most people would dread hearing on arrival.
"Well, what do you expect?" Roshi replied as he continued to fly the small red airship over the valley. "Launch was the only one who knew how to get to the Lookout, and Bulma refused to let us join them to drop off Cauli."
Krillin lowered his brow at the last statement. "As I recall, that was because you tried to cop a feel over Bulma before they did."
"Eh, heh heh, I, uh... Don't know what you're talking about!" He laughed nervously with a faint blush over his nose, doing a terrible job to feign ignorance. "Besides, someone has to tell Chichi about what happened."
"But couldn't we at least wait until Bulma was with us, too? How do you think she'll react if I tell her 'Hey Chichi! How was your day? Goku's dead, Cauli's practically hospitalized, and your goddaughter's been taken by a demon.' If she doesn't string me up on a noose, I'll be the luckiest man alive!"
"Calm yourself, Krillin." Roshi soothed, placing a firm hand on the monk's shoulder. "You won't have to do this alone. I'll be by your side from the start. If you have to suffer, I'll suffer with you."
*sniffle*
"Master..." It was moments like this that made Krillin proud to call him his master as tears filled his eyes. Despite all his shortcomings such as behavior, weird training methods, and habit of trying to hit on anything with a firm pair of breasts, deep down he was a true sensei, through and through! And he was going to prove that very soon as they slowly came to a stop, landing a few yards away just outside of the Son Family's home.
With a newfound determination, knowing his training master had his back, Krillin took a deep breath as he took off his hat. "All right... let's do this." He said boldly as he stepped out of the aircraft.
*FWOOOOOOOSH*
And immediately regretted it.
"Wha- Wait! ROSHIIII!" Krillin begged waving his arms, watching as his beloved master suddenly burst back into the air, flying as fast as the ship would take him.
"Sorry, Krillin!" Roshi waved back while out of earshot. "But she likes you more than me! I believe in you!" He just didn't believe whatever Krillin said had the ability to keep Chichi from killing them, at least not him.
"ROSHI! YOU DOUBLE CROSSING-!"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Krillin!" The door suddenly opened to a surprised Chichi, wondering what all the commotion outside her door was.
"Huh? O-Oh! Chichi! What a- uhh... pleasant afternoon!" Krillin was beyond nervous at this point. Being put on the spot, ditched by his previously described "beloved master", and had zero time to come up with a proper explanation for the events leading to this moment.
"I thought I heard something out here." She smiled warmly, making it all the more painful for what news Krillin had to deliver. "What brings you out here?"
Everyone knew about Chichi's feelings for Goku, even after he married Caulifla. It was hard to forget the minor breakdown she had at the tournament following Caulifla's somewhat "forced proposal", or the straight hour of self-loathing she endured after realizing it was her own fault to begin with. That didn't stop the woman from loving the man though, picturing each day with him as if they were meant to be together.
All of which somehow made the following news harder for Krillin to muster.
"Oh! Uh... N-Nothing's wrong! Why would something be wrong? Can't a guy just show up unannounced at your doorstep without the 3rd degree? Hahahaha..." He stammered endlessly, trying to plan on how to break the news to her while stalling at the same time, and failing.
"Does this involve Goku or Cauli?" The mention of their names almost made Krillin jolt on the spot.
"What? N-No, not specifically. It's just-"
"Then is it about Gohna?" The woman nearly gasped. "What happened? Is she okay?! Where is she!?" She couldn't picture the thought of something happening to her beloved goddaughter!
"No no no! It's not about Gohna, she's perfectly fine! Perfectly healthy!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, minus a slight bruise on her left cheek. "Y-You see, about Goku and Cauli-"
"Did they do something? They did something, didn't they!" The woman grumbled with her fists at her hip. "Ughhhhhh! I swear, one of these days, those two are going to get themselves killed!"
Chichi, PLEEEEASE stop making this any harder... Krillin gulped as little beads of sweat dripped from the back of his head. "What I was trying to say was-"
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" A low tone voice spoke from within the house. Stepping behind her, Krillin's fear heightened at the sight of the Ox King making his presence known, towering over Chichi as he smiled to the bald man. "Krillin! How are things? Still good?" He asked with a wide smile.
Oh, well this just made everything better. Now while Chichi tied his head around a noose, the Ox King could take his time pulling him limb from limb the minute Krillin had to deliver the bad news. It's a good thing the young man already used the bathroom before all this started because at this rate, he was about to lose control of his entire body. "Y-You see... G-G-Goku and Cauli, they're..." He gulped again. "T-They're... uh..."
"They're what? Go on..." Chichi blinked in confusion. If it wasn't that big a deal or nothing bad happened, then what was little guy so nervous about?
"T-They're... They're all..." He took a deep breath. If he was going to risk his life doing so, he might as well rip the band-aid off and get it over with! "They're all having so much fun that they decided to spend the next few days at Roshi's!" He laughed uneasily. WHY DID I SAY THAT!?
"They're spending the next few days there?!" Chichi's brief look of shock almost gave Krillin a heart attack before she sighed. "Oooh, I wish they would've discussed it with me first. They don't even have a change of clothes." She did feel bad about being left out for even longer than expected, but she was at least relieved to know they were all doing okay.
At least it gave Krillin a chance to catch his breath for a minute as his speeding heart started to slow down. He guaranteed he was about to have a heart attack if she kept pestering him with questions in front of her mountain-sized father behind her. It also gave him time to "Y-Yup! And don't bother calling them because they're not coming back-"
"They're not coming back?!" She hastily shouted. Without getting a straight answer she didn't know what to make of this. If this was some ploy to move somewhere without telling Chichi then she could assure them they would all be in very big trouble!
"I-I mean for a few more days! Yes! Not for a few more days! B-But they'll be back real soon, I promise!" So far the only tricky part about where this conversation was headed was figuring out how to explain Caulifla's injuries if the family did somehow all come back at once.
"Well which is it? Are they coming back or not?" The woman impatiently tapped her foot. Krillin could supply an entire village of water with the amount of saliva he was involuntarily gulping, unable to control himself. If it wasn't for the Ox King patting her shoulder gently, he didn't know where this conversation was going to end.
"Now, now, sweetie, let's take this conversation inside." He suggested. "I'm sure Krillin would like to get off his feet. They must be real sore after the long travel."
"N-No, I couldn't. I mean I wouldn't want to impose-" The man's attempts to distance himself from the imposing figure was useless as the Ox King casually grabbed his hand.
"Nonsense, you wouldn't be imposing. You can tell us more about how everyone's doing! It's been a long time, you know."
At this, Chichi exhaled deeply as she returned to the house as well. "I guess I should get some tea ready." Perhaps a cot too now that she thought of it. After all, if Goku and his family were going to stay at Roshi's for a few days, there was no reason she couldn't return the favor by treating her guest with the same hospitality. It actually made her smile now that she thought of it. It would be like a little exchange between houses when it was time to pick up Gohna again!
"Oooooh... how... wonderful..." Krillin could only watch in terror as Chichi closed the door behind him. Trapped within the confines of the most overprotective Godmother, and her massive and imposing father, who was also Gohna's godfather, Krillin had a single thought to his mind as he considered his many options to make a hasty retreat. Roshi owes me BIG time...
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"Here we are, Snake Way!" The oni announced, awakening Goku from his snore-induced slumber. "Exit to your left. Watch your step."
"Eh? What...?" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he stepped out of the small car. There were only so many clouds one could look at before the view became boring, and the car ride became a soothing slumber. "Whoa! So this is Snake Way, huh?" As it would happen, the view that now lied ahead of him was beyond mesmerizing.
Starting with a serpents head, he saw an endless road that stretched on for near infinity, a road that earned its name with its snake-like body, twisting and turning miles beyond miles away. And if he didn't know any better, he swore he actually saw some loops far ahead in the distance, the road was so long!
"So this is Snake Way, huh?"
"Yes, indeed." The oni happily obliged.
"So what am I supposed to do now?" Looking back on it, he never really did consider how exactly he was going to travel all the way to the end. Would he be able to get a passing airship, or maybe another car, or-
"Just start walking." The demon casually replied. "You'll want to take Snake Way all the way to the very end. That's where you'll find King Kai."
He jumped across the Snake's head for a better view, looking as far as his eyes could stretch. "Sure is long, huh?"
"Uh-huh. In fact, according to legends, Snake Way is about a million miles from end to end."
"A MILLION MILES?!" Seriously?! He didn't think he would have to travel on foot THAT far! He was no stranger to travel or distance, but he doesn't remember the last time he had to actually use his own two feet to travel a literal million miles away! He could walk around the entire Earth over 120 times, and it still wouldn't being as long as the Snake Way! "Has anyone ever made it the whole way?!"
"Only one person in the last one hundred million years." He raised a finger assertively. "I believe it was King Yemma himself if memory serves correctly."
"The big guy from before...?" Now he truly was starting to wonder if he would be better off training with the red giant himself. If a man like that could handle his brother, then why not just train with him and get the training started earlier? "Well... I guess if there's someone who's already made it to the end, then I might be able to manage it, too."
"It's possible. But please be careful not to fall of the clouds." He warned. "Hell lies beneath those clouds, and once you go there, you can never come back."
"Really? Wow." Ok, well at least there was some excitement to the seemingly endless journey. "Oh, hey! What do I eat? Maybe I should've packed a lunch or something?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine." Said the man who has clearly never met Goku before. "Think of it this way: You're already dead, so the chances of you starving to death are slim at best."
"Oh, yeah..." He kept forgetting that minor detail about being in the afterlife- it was after his life. "I guess I better get a move on then."
"I wish you the best of luck." The oni replied as he started walking back to his car.
"Bye- Oh, wait! I got a favor to ask you!"
"Yes?"
"Well... Do you know who Fortuneteller Baba is?"
"Yes, sir. She comes by to say hello every once in a while."
"Okay, great. Think you can tell her something for me? Tell her I need her to go see Master Roshi and give him an important message. I want him to know that no matter what happens to me, he can't bring me back for a year."
"Let's see if I've got this all down." The young demon pulled out a small notebook, one that reminded Goku's of Launch's. "Don't... bring back... Goku... for one... year. You said Master Roshi, right? Consider it done."
"All right, thank you for everything." He smiled, preparing for what would be the longest travel of his life. Right before he took the first step to the journey of a million miles, one more thought crossed his mind. "Oh, and there's one more thing I need you to tell him for me too!"
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*wooo*
There was a slight whistle to the wind as the green demon Piccolo descended to the ground, standing in a small pond of water. He didn't really know what to expect from the little gremlin he currently held in his right head. He still played the memory of her attacking Raditz with all her might, with a power that far surpassed both her parents and Piccolo's. It was enough to actually tower over Raditz's own power level for a single strike, inflicting the most damage any of them had done to him in those few minutes of fighting!
Looking at the girl made him disgusted with himself. Disregarding his personal thoughts on the matter, he still couldn't believe the position he was in. Here he was, a demon king in his own right, and now he was going to be stuck practically babysitting this little brat for the next year. If she didn't show any promise anytime soon, he would be ready to leave her right then and there.
"Alright, I've let you sleep for long enough, kid.." He said, holding her by the scruff of her outfit. "Now wake up! It's time for your training."
*snore*
"Mmmh... wanna wide... the pony..." She mumbled in her sleep.
It was no surprise as this got a small grumble from her abductor as he shook her a little. "Ridiculous..." He wasn't going to show any kindness towards her as he dropped her face first into the pond.
There were some air bubbles floating around her for several seconds before she started flailing, gasping and yelping as she stood up for air again. "Ahhh!" She coughed up some of the water in her lungs. "W-What? Where am I?" She looked in every direction except behind herself, her mind still in shock from the sudden awakening. She'd never seen this place before, some endless range in the middle of nowhere, a dozen plateaus as far as she could see.
Then again, until today, the most she's seen of the world was her home and the nearby forest.
"We need to talk. Get out of the water." A gruff voice from behind her ordered. Shaking a bit, she slowly turned around as her eyes widened in fear.
"Y-You... I know you!" She shrieked taking a step back.
"You do?" He was rather surprised by the announcement, though given it was a child, she could've thought he was anything she saw before.
"Y-You're that bad man my mommy beat into a pulp!" She accused. "She told me so herself!"
She barely beat me! He grumbled to himself.
"Wait..." It was then she realized her biggest dilemma. "W-Where's my mommy? Daddy?" She called out worriedly. The last few moments before she last lost consciousness were a blur. She remembered getting angry, then slapped, then the next thing she knew she was waking up in this pond. "Mommy! Daddy! Where are you? I'm scared!" She searched around frantically as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes."Mokmmyyyyyyyy! Daddyyyyyy!" And, unsurprisingly, she started to cry.
The whole day had been a disaster since she left the house. First she gets abducted by a mysterious man she never met before, then her parents are brutally attacked by the same man, then she gets knocked unconscious, and finally it loops back to the start of it all and she gets abducted by another strange man. If it wasn't for the grand stories her mom used to tell her in bed, she would have no idea who this mysterious green man was!
..Actually, now that she thought about it, she still had no idea who the mysterious Mr. Greenie was...
Piccolo had barely spent a minute with the whining brat before feeling his patience wane. "Whiny little brat... We don't have time for this!" He yelled lifting her from the back of her Hanfu outfit. Every moment she took bawling her eyes out was another moment wasted of training. The child continued to sob as he carried her out of the water, tossing her to the ground again where she continued to cry out.
"Aaaaahahhhhahahhhhh!" She couldn't help herself! There were so many things going on in such a short amount of time, and every new thing that happened was scarier than the last! She almost wished she was back home studying with her other mother!
"Shut up!" Piccolo barked, resisting the urge to put the girl out of his own misery. "If you don't stop that crying, I'll snap you in half!"
"Tch... heh...eh..." She hiccupped a little, trying to stifle her own crying. "B-But... but..." She couldn't stop sniffling, hard as she tried.
"Now listen up. I'm only going to say this once." He spoke with a somewhat softer tone, feeling it necessary given what he was about to reveal to her. "Frist... your "Daddy" was killed today."
"W... What...?" The girl nearly froze on the spot. Even with a childlike wonder and imagination, that was one of the few things she could hardly believe.
"You remember what happened, don't you?" His eyes lowered as if he was sending the information directly into her mind. "In order to defeat the man who took you, your father sacrificed himself." The entire world immediately felt emptier to the young girl as the memories started to flow back to her.
While on the bring between keeping and losing consciousness, she could recall vivid details, mostly based on what she heard. She could remember the sound of her parents struggling against the bad man, hearing the constant shouting, pleading, and begging to take the shot that would claim Goku's life. She could feel the sadness in her mother's tone for some reason, feeling as if she agreed to something she never wanted a part of. And she could remember the sound of the blast as Piccolo launched his attack, all before she finally lost consciousness completely, and everything went dark.
"N... No... D-Daddy... Mmmmmh..." She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that were leaking out. She couldn't take it. What child could? To hear that one's father died out of nowhere just to protect them? It took an insane amount of willpower, or overwhelming fear of getting killed by the green man in front of her, to hold it in as much as she could.
"Stop! Stop right now!" He barked, making her jump. "I already warned you what would happen if you cried again!"
"B-But... But Daddy..." She did her best to stifle the crying, wiping her tears into her sleeves. It was the best Piccolo supposed he was going to get out of this.
"Now I'm sure your parents mentioned the Dragon Balls to you at some point. Their friends are currently trying to gather all seven in the hopes of bringing him back to life."
"B... But... What about Mommy?"
"Your mother isn't our concern." He snarled, glad he had at least something to stop her incessant whining. "Your mother's fine. She got hurt, but she should make a recovery within a few weeks. A month at most."
"Ah! So she's okay?" A small smile finally appeared passed the young girl's teary eyes. "Where is she? Let's go see her!"
"I told you, she's not your concern!" Piccolo snapped, almost getting another teary sniffle from the young girl. "Your parents and I killed the man who kidnapped you. But before he died, he told us about the other Saiyans who will reach Earth in one year." Looking back on it, it did seem a bit strange. As opposed to simply revealing the fact the Saiyans were on their way, it almost appeared as if he was trying to warn them about the impending danger. A strange thought, but not one of his concern. "And we have reason to believe that they are even stronger than he was. If that's true then even your parents won't be able to stop them. Not even if I were to help him."
That... That wasn't possible, was it? Her parents were two of the strongest people in the entire world, as far as she was concerned. She was told countless stories about what they did as children. There's no way they wouldn't be able to handle whatever bad people were coming their way, even if they were stronger!
"But if you can be trained, your strength may give us the edge we need."
"T... Twain?" She lisped a little as she looked at her own two hands. I can be stronger... like Mommy and Daddy? Something about the thought was... weird to her. It wasn't scary, it was threatening, it was... kind of exciting. Just the mention that she could grow to be as strong as her parents was something she tended to dream about when she wasn't studying, "Like Mommy and Daddy?"
"Tch..." He was tempted to scoff at her behavior, being that of any snot nosed brat he came across. Yet he could tell there was a certain flare in her eyes that he didn't expect. "Yeah, like your parents. "Yes, like your parents."
"Bu... But I don't even know how to fight." Sure, she had the speed to outrun a lot of the creatures that lived in the forest near her home, but she never engaged in an actual fight with many of them. And if it ever did come to such a matter, she usually managed to kick or punch an animal away before making her escape. She's never actually fought an animal before, let alone another person.
"That's because you're blind to your own potential. Though you may not believe it, you are incredibly strong. But you're still in need of training. And so it's my job to help you fight that strength."
"But... But how? I'm not that strong." She shriveled a little as she noticed the widening grin on Piccolo's expression.
"You want me to prove it?" He didn't give her a chance to decline as he gripped his entire hand over her head, lifting her off her tiny feet.
"Ah! Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down!" She whined, kicking and flailing as she tried to pry the grip off her forehead. She was clearly no match for the green man if she couldn't even pull his grip off of her. Was this supposed to prove what he meant?
Sadly, for her sake, no.
Eyeing one of the nearby plateaus, Piccolo's grin widened as he knew the perfect way to test it. Without any hesitation, pulling back his arm, he chucked the girl as hard as he could through the air, hurling her directly at the plateau's side. A part of him wondered if this would be considered going overboard for a small child. Then again, considering it was the daughter of his most hated enemies, it would've been a win-win if this little "test" went sideways.
Do it! Release your power! Let's see what you got!
It was the scariest sight the girl had ever witnessed as her heart pounded faster with every second. Her eyes refused to close as the sight overwhelmed her, tears flowing passed her eyes as her vision filled with the monumental structure standing before her. Her mother was gone. Her father was gone. It was all on her. Nobody was going to save her. She was all on her own out here with the bad man, and the only one she could rely on was herself this time.
I don't wanna die... She cried in her mind, forcing her eyes shut. Somehow closing her eyes made her fear worse, knowing the impending death was coming but never the when. I don't wanna die... She wanted to be like her parents. To be a hero like them, to go on adventures like them. She wanted to do everything like them. But she didn't think it would involve coming this close to her own death! I DON'T WANNA DIE! And it was within that moment, something sparked within her. A flash, be it energy, an emotion, something. Something that told her not to surrender.
I... I refuse to die... And then, everything changed. The once timid demeanor the girl portrayed was suddenly one filled with rage and anger. An anger at the plateau that was going to kill her, an anger towards the bad man who was responsible for her parents getting hurt, and an anger at... herself. She couldn't explain the anger, she was new to it. All she knew was that the angrier she felt, the stronger she felt, and the stronger she felt, the more a pool of energy started to form around her.
Piccolo was rather surprised by the sudden flow of energy, feeling it nearly doubling with every passing moment even though the girl was getting farther and farther away.
And that's when it happened.
*shoooooooom!*
Raising her fists directly in front of herself as she flew, a large beam of energy suddenly burst from the child's mysterious aura, blasting straight ahead at the oncoming rocky formation and blinding the entire field in a mysterious white light. Piccolo couldn't even watch the proceeding event as it happened, the light was so bright. All he could do was shield his eyes to the best of his abilities as the resounding explosion went off in the distance, knowing full well it was the little girl's doing. He kept his eyes shut for a good ten seconds before he noticed the light dimming passed his eyelids. Opening them again, he gasped at the sight he beheld. It was the furthest thing from what he expected.
"What the... How did she?!" He couldn't believe it.
Gone.
Everything was gone.
In front of the young girl, probably fifty feet in width, was a smoking hot crater, one that stretched on farther than his eyes could see. He could feel the heat rising off the charred terrain as he soaked in the view, jaw gaping open as he tried to comprehend what he just witnessed. Unbelievable... She's more powerful than I could've expected. For a second, a part of him almost feared the potential threat the girl could be to himself. Then again, he could tell she had a long way to go if her own shocked expression was any indication.
"Wuhhhh..." Gohna was at a loss. Like before, her emotions overwhelmed her, and by the end of it, she was at a complete loss for what transpired. She's the one who did it and she was still terrified of herself. "What just..."
A small glare formed over Piccolo's face as he marched over to the young girl. I'm not sure how I feel about this. He admitted to himself. To think I'm about to train the child who's likely to become one of my greatest enemies. I must be losing my mind. His mind was the furthest thing from lost as he stood over the girl. He knew it as well as the other did that there was little choice in the matter. If he wanted to save the planet he wanted to rule, he needed every advantage he could get. If one of those advantages required making his own enemies stronger, then so be it.
"D... Did I do that?" Gohna had no idea how to feel about this. Should she be happy thinking her mother would be proud of her? Should she be terrified she had no idea what she did in the first place?
"That's right." She tilted her head back until she could see Piccolo gazing ahead. "It's time you realized your power. It appears your strength is linked to your emotions. You can't control it, which makes things very inconvenient for us..." There were a number of things he was going to need to teach this child before she could be properly trained. "We'll never defeat the Saiyans unless we correct it. And of course, we will."
"Huh?" She couldn't fully understand what he was getting at, but assumed he meant learn to control what she just did willingly.
"We're going to turn you into the greatest warrior this world's ever known. Got that?"
"The greatest..." A small look of enthusiasm crossed the girl's eyes as she stood up, dusting her knees from the cloud of dirt. "You mean... even stronger than mommy and daddy?"
Piccolo could admit it was a bit more refreshing to see a look of excitement on the girl's face, rather than the constant whining he dealt with till now. "Yeah, much stronger than they could ever be."
The young Gohna looked to the ground, feeling a bit more determined than usual at the thought of all this training. "Then... I could be a hero just like them..."
"Hmph." A chuckle almost crossed his lips. The child had a one-track mind, much like her parents. Perhaps that was going to make things smoother. "You can focus on being a hero later, but right now we need to focus on your training. We only have a year to prepare you to defend the planet with us. You don't want everyone on Earth to die, do you?"
"W-What?! No!" She squealed. "I don't want anyone to die! I just... I don't wanna get huwt..." She poked her fingers sheepishly.
"MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!" The girl meeped as he shouted. He swore, this girl was like a broken scale with how much her personality flipped back and forth. "We don't have time for this! Your training has begun! Now shut up and take off your tunic!"
The girl moaned to herself as she reluctantly did as instructed. She didn't know what to expect of the coming year, save for the fact her mother and father weren't going to be able to help her for the time being. She was scared of the man, but also had a minor annoyance with how strict he was being with her. "Okay, okay... Mr. Bossy..."
"What was that!"
"Nothing!"
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"Mmmmmhhhh..."
"Take it easy there, girl. We're almost there." Bulma told Caulifla who was lying in the back couch-like seat of the yellow aircraft. It was a little small, with Caulifla needing to prop her head against the wall of the vehicle, but it was the most Bulma could do to make her comfortable on the way to the Lookout. Glancing outside, she turned to the blue-haired Launch who was still piloting into the seemingly empty sky. "Are you sure it's around here?"
"It's got to be." Launch nodded, keeping her focus on the sky ahead. "We already passed Korin's Tower, so it's got to be somewhere above here." Launch was getting more frantic as the search went on. From ending up at Roshi's house to finding herself in the aftermath of a battlefield was a lot to take in alone. Finding out Goku had died, Gohna was kidnapped, and Caulifla was in critical condition was even worse. "I know it has to be close..."
Bulma gave a small frown to the young woman. She didn't know if this version of Launch truly knew where it was or not, but she couldn't fault her for it either. As much as she wanted to, she knew Caulifla was running out of time, and if they kept things going as they were now she was going to succumb to her injuries. "Listen, Launch, maybe we should turn around and head back to West City. It's only half an hour away from here, and I'm sure if we left now, we-"
"Look!" Launch suddenly yelled excitedly. "There it is!"
"Huh?" Bulma gazed out the window, growing fairly surprised and relieved at the sudden development.
Just over the distance, looking as nothing more than a mere dot that steadily grew in size, was the legendary Lookout she had heard so much about. Coming closer into view, she was actually surprised by how big it was getting. It looked like a giant bowl with a small palace in the center of it, several trees and flower beds lining the front and sides of the entire structure. It was big enough to almost fit a small town on it, with an array of primary colors along the bowl's edge, and a large pole-like structure stretching down far passed the clouds.
Truly, it was what many could consider a fitting home for the man known as "Kami".
"Wow, look at this place! It's huge!" Bulma still couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Why hasn't anyone discovered it before?"
"Cauli told me Kami could move the entire place if he desired." Launch smiled as she replied. "Apparently, until Goku found it when he was a kid, it was always on the move, so nobody could reach it."
"He could move the whole structure? That's incredible!" Looking out the window, her eyes lit up at the sight of a mysterious figure watering the flowers, as well as another one that was coming out of the main structure itself.
On the other end of the gaze, the mysterious person stood at attention with a typical red-lipped smile as Kami himself stood at his side, holding his treasured wooden staff. "I believe that's them, Mr. Popo." Kami had awaited the chance to see one of his two students after so long. He only wished to himself that it was under better conditions than a medical emergency.
The same look of joy was on Launch's face as she exited the vehicle, giving a genuine smile and a small bow as she greeted the two. "Kami, Mr. Popo. It's nice to meet you two again."
"It's nice to see you too, Launch." Mr. Popo greeted back as Bulma worked on getting Caulifla from the backseat. "Especially in comparison to that other persona who hangs around you."
"Heh heh, sorry about her." She apologized slightly embarrassed, rubbing the back of her head. "She assured me she's deeply sorry for the trouble she might've caused." Even though it wasn't explicitly written in the same journal, she had a feeling her other self wasn't as apologetic as she claimed.
"Alright, nice and slow..." Bulma ushered as she walked Caulifla over to the pair, one of her arms slung around Bulma's neck as the older woman helped her walk. The girl was in such a state she couldn't spare the energy to so much as open her eyes.
"Oh my." Mr. Popo was already aware of the poor woman's condition and had a room prepared for her, but he still didn't expect it to be as bad as this. "She looks terrible."
"Still better looking than you, I bet..." Caulifla joked with a slight grin, wincing as Mr. Popo lifted her into his arms. He was relieved to see despite the circumstances, Caulifla hadn't lost that cheeky attitude she had as a child after all these years. It became something of a game between the two during the few years she and Goku spent training here to see who could one-up each other more. If she had the energy to still remain this brash, then it proved she still had some life left in her.
"Let's take her inside, quickly." Kami instructed, directing the two women to the small hut connected to the left of the central structure for them to follow by.
The accommodations weren't all that they were cracked up to be, despite the exterior of the abode. The inner walls were plain and grey in color with only a small stripe of black and red across the edges of the floor. With about two hollowed out windows across the walls, aside from the skylight that had a small roof-like structure itself, there wasn't very much light in here either. As for the appliances, or lack there of, there was a simple stony bed at the end of the room with a few pillows across it, as well as a small wooden table with a plant on it at the center.
It may not look like much, but for several years, it was a place of home to that of Goku and Caulifla.
"Gently does it now." Mr. Popo said as Bulma and Launch carefully placed her upon the line of pillows. "I apologize for the lack of comfort, but it was the best we could make do with on such short notice."
"It's not your fault, Mr. Popo." Launch patted his back comfortingly. "I don't think any of us expected an alien to suddenly arrive from space, either... Or to find out Cauli and Goku were aliens themselves."
"Do you think you can help her?" Bulma asked concerned, continuing to fret over what form of help Kami could provide.
Kami gazed over the young girl as he placed a gentle hand over her forehead, scanning over the girl's body with his eyes and ears. With his heightened sense of hearing, from the sound alone, he could already assess the damages. "It's just as I thought." Kami stated. He gently nudged his free hand over the girl's sides and stomach.
"Nnnnngh!" Caulifla nearly hissed as she clenched her eyes tighter.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're going to get better soon." Launch soothed as she gently stroke her hand.
"So? Can you help her?" It felt like forever since the last time Bulma had her eyes completely open. They were no more than a quarter of the way since she first saw her after leaving Roshi's, and being absolutely nothing now as she continued to moan.
Auspiciously, Kami gave them an endearing and soft nod. "Her injuries can be healed. However, from what I have gathered, she's currently suffering from nearly a dozen broken ribs, and several of her organs have ruptured." Centering his palm towards her stomach again, he began to concentrate as he gathered the sufficient amount of energy he could.
"That's terrible!" Bulma couldn't believe the state she was in! She sprained an ankle once in high school, she couldn't tell how Caulifla was dealing with that sort of pain! "Can you help her?"
"Patience, now." Mr. Popo calmly said, raising a finger to his lips. "He knows what he's doing."
The others watched as a small array of white light gathered around Kami's palm, all while his pupils started to glow white in tandem. From the center of his hand, a small wave of energy began to spread across the girl's torso, slowly filling it with a warmth Caulifla hadn't felt in what seemed to be years, though was actually just a few hours since before her fight with Raditz.
What troubles me is the accuracy of these strikes. Kami made a mental note. These ruptures weren't just random. They were coordinated, intentional. What sort of cruelty will these Saiyans be capable of once they arrive? He dreaded the very thought, pondering the sort of horror they would unleash on the masses if this is what they do to just one enemy.
After about twenty seconds, the energy finally dissipated from Kami's hand as his pupils returned to normal. Caulifla, who had once been wheezing ever so often and moaning to herself, finally appeared to be breathing normally again, however slowly it was to normal. "I've healed her organs and stemmed the bleeding. But, as I feared, it'll take some time before I can heal her completely. My healing isn't as potent as it once was when King Piccolo and I were one." He looked over Caulifla's face as she girl slowly opened her eyes partway.
"So... is that a yes or a no about eating tonight?" Bulma smiled at Caulifla's notable concern, sounding like the sort of thing she'd ask about after an ordeal like hers.
"Cauli!" The scientist smiled as she kneeled to the girl's side, stroking her head. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got ran over by a truck... repeatedly." Trying to test the limits of her new recovery, the girl barely managed to lean herself half an inch off the bedding before falling back down again. "Ahhhh..." She couldn't remember the last time she felt pain like this, if ever. It felt like someone pushed her stomach after she swallowed a bowl full of glass, it was so painful.
"Take it easy, you're not better yet." Looking around the room, Launch smiled as she fetched the nearest maroon-colored blanket she found, draping it over the girl up to her neck. "You're lucky to be alive."
"Alive..." Her eyes almost widened a little as she recalled the events vividly. The torment she went through, the pain Raditz inflicted on her... and the loss of someone close to her. "Goku... is he...?" The look on the women's faces as they glanced at one another said it all. It was a bitter truth, but one Caulifla was rather fine with in this scenario. "Pffft... typical. He always was too decent for his own good." She laughed lightly, wincing again as the pain briefly flared from it. "We have the Dragon Balls... right?"
Bulma smiled at the question, seeing how she was aware of the plan. "Not yet, but we're getting them. Give it two days... three days tops! Then we'll see him again!" Kami wanted to correct the woman, knowing about the recent change of plans, but couldn't bring himself to in Caulifla's condition. Knowing her, she'd storm out of the place to find the Dragon Balls and force Goku to come back, no matter how battered or beaten she currently was.
"That's go-" The girl blinked as she stopped, suddenly remembering something else. "Wait... Gohna!" Launch swiftly pressed down on her shoulders gently, stopping the girl before she could raise herself up with worry. "Where... Where is she?"
"Gohna? She's... er..." The scientist began to fret as she tried to come up with an excuse. She was so busy worrying over the young girl about her condition that she forgot to think of any form of excuse to tell her. It almost made Bulma wonder if she would've had an easier time telling Chichi that Goku was dead in comparison. "She's just... uh..."
"Being dropped off at your house by Krillin and Roshi as we speak!" Launch happily lied, giving a casual but knowing look to the other woman. "Right, Bulma?"
"O-Oh, right! She's doing just fine!" She quickly played along waving her hands. "She just has a minor scrape or two, but other than that, she's perfectly healthy!"
"Huff, that's a relief." The mother sighed rubbing her forehead, followed by the sigh of the two other woman who were glad she bought their little 'misinformation'. "For a second, I thought something terrible was going to happen."
'Hahaha..." The women laughed anxiously, not that Cauli could tell in her disoriented state. In all honesty, neither of them knew if it would be better or worse to tell her later down the line, knowing it would be impossible to keep this a secret for long.
"Why don't we allow her to rest for now?" Mr. Popo suggested, gesturing towards the door. "She has a long recovery ahead of her."
"All right." The young scientist gently patted the girl's head again as she stood. "You rest up and get better now, you hear?"
The young woman just gave a small chuckle to this as she closed her eyes to sleep. It was a long road for her, but it was also going to be an annoying one. She had no idea she was going to prepare for the next possible month bedridden, but it sure beat resting in a hospital for several extended months, and that's provided they could fix her up in the first place. As Launch gave one more wave, being the last one out the door, another thought crossed Caulifla's mind as she opened her eyes again.
"I have to go to the bathroom..."
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"Thank you so much for everything." Bulma gave a small bow in appreciation He truly was a miracle worker for being able to accept Cauli like this, on top of everything else. "It means a lot."
"Please, you needn't worry. I'll ensure Cauli makes a full recovery." Kami smiled in return, nodding. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"You've done more than enough, trust me." There were still so many things Bulma was trying to wrap her head around. This whole "fortress in the sky", Goku and Cauli's origins, the Saiyan threat that lied ahead. It was all so exciting yet frightening for a young scientist's curiosity. "We should get going ourselves. By now, Roshi and Krillin should be back at Kame House, so the sooner we can find the Dragon Balls the better."
"Actually," Launch spoke up, "if it's alright with you, I'd like to stay here and keep an eye on Cauli. Someone needs to help in her recovery."
"Are you sure about this, Launch?" Bulma was a little surprised at the woman's eagerness. "I don't have any extra capsules on me, so if you stay here, you won't be able to come back down for a while."
"I'm sure." It was impossible for Launch to disagree as she nodded. "I still have a transmitter on hand, so I can notify you of Cauli's condition as she recovers. Besides, someone's going to need to tell her the truth after she fully heals, and I think it might be safer if it was someone she knows." She smiled back to the great lord of the sky with a somewhat hopeful look to her. "Assuming that's alright with you, Mr. Kami?"
Kami just laughed at the girl's politeness, taken in by her sincere nature. "I'm sure we can accommodate at least one more person around here. Right, Mr. Popo?"
His humble assistant gave an accepting nod and smile like he always had. "I believe so. Just as long as you can keep your other self in control."
Launch returned with her own minor laugh, scratching the back of her head with a slight hint of nervousness behind it. "Heh heh, I'm sure she'll be fine. She shouldn't cause any problems as long as she knows Cauli's recovering here."
"In that case, allow me to escort you to the accommodations." He offered, walking the girl to another building connected to the main central one.
With the two perusing the facilities, Kami gave Bulma his undivided attention. "I won't lie to you, Miss Bulma. This year is going to be a fairly difficult one for not just you, but the rest of the planet. Are you sure you're all ready for this?"
"Hopefully." Bulma lightly joked. "But it's not like we can just stop if we want to, right?"
"Hmhm, indeed. But I trust everything will turn out just fine as long as everyone keeps their spirits up."
"I think so too."
She couldn't lie. She felt a crushing sense of worry at the tip in the back of her mind. There were so many questions that were left unanswered and more that wouldn't be answered until the day of the Saiyan's arrival came. How strong were their new enemies? Did they have the power to fight back? Would any semblance of their lives return to normal? Looking back on it though, she supposed there wasn't a part of her life that was normal at this point, not since she met Goku.
And to be honest, with the amount of friends she's made along the way and adventures they've had, she wouldn't wish it any other way.
Returning to the aircraft, she gave one last fond farewell to the beloved guardian of Earth as she prepared to leave. "I'll be back to check on her in about a week or two. Hopefully, we'll have Goku back with us by then. Thank you again for all your help."
"Think nothing of it. My only regret is that I can't afford to heal her too hastily. Otherwise, I run the risk of harming her more by forcing her body to heal itself." He lamented. It tore at him to recall the many times he often had prayers sent to him, and the numerous times he was unable to respond in kind. "Have a safe journey, Bulma. I look forward to your next visit."
"Same here." And with one goodbye, the perky scientist's aircraft blasted off into the sky, returning to the small island of Master Roshi's with posthaste.
Waiting until the craft itself was no longer within view, the simple calming expression Kami once wore slowly dropped to a solemn view, looking over the horizon of the planet he called home. I can only hope our efforts are worth the results of a positive outcome. I fear the Saiyans may only be the beginning of a spectacle that will affect not just ours, but the lives of every man, woman, and child upon this world.* Gazing into the empty expanse of the blue yonder and the stars above them, a final thought crossed Kami's mind.
"Goku... Caulifla... All of our lives may very well depend on the two of you. You two are our last hope, and the only ones I can trust before my end finally comes..."
"At last, the pieces are in place and the plans are in motion. As Goku travels the path of Snake Way, Caulifla slumbers to heal her injuries, and Gohna begins her training with the dreaded Piccolo. With three of our best hopes preparing for the imminent Saiyan arrival, will our heroes be able to train in time to combat the intergalactic threat? Or will they become the stepping stones of the Saiyan's complete and worldly domination? Find out next time on DRAGON BALL Z!*
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A/N: Another grandiose chapter completed, and one more step towards some big changes coming this way ^^ If the raditz appearance last chapter wasn't any indication, changes and more will be coming to this fic as it starts to ever so slightly detour from its anime counterpart.
I really dont have a lot to say this time around towards the end, usual apologies for sloppiness, work is taxing to say the least X_X I should definitely save my writing for after work, not an hour before i have to go to it just 20 minutes after waking up... huh... unless of course the writings fine, in which case, hallelujah ^^!
Again, thank you all so much for your positive feedback and support! You guys really make it worth doing this and im thankful for it ^^! Only last tidbit I have to add is that, lately, ive been getting spammed with art commission things asking me to pay them for artwork- their reviews and or messages are clearly false (not a single one of them ever mentioning what story or what its about XD). For those who actually are interested in doing art for this series, I have no problem whatsoever if someone wants to do fanart, and i'd even be open to an art trade of like "their picture in exchange for an intro/request scene" or something. But I will NEVER PAY WITH REAL MONEY, much less do I have any so I really can't do it even if I wanted to. Just wanted to throw that out there (seriously what's with the bots lately?)
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