KKGA part 5
Eep. Haven’t written in a while. O.O’
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*****
“Are we done yeeeeeeeeet?”
Gohan sighed. “No.”
“Shimatta.”
We had been standing there...and standing there...and standing there. If I had been a sane person, I would have run away screaming my head off by now.
Apparently, I’m not a sane person.
Rou chugged and hummed along to a beat only the old coot could hear in a circular path around us, and it was driving me NUTS. I know he was my ancestor, and all, but geez!
Dad and the others rested under a tree. Sitting. Lucky them. It’s only five hours, I reminded myself. I’ve lived hundreds of years, this is nothing to me! NOTHING!
And finally…
“Whoo!” Rou collapsed on the ground, sweating and gasping for breath. I smiled; the torture was over! OVER! HA HA!
“Hey!” Goku yelled as he and the others ran over. “You two feeling any stronger?”
“Humph,” my ancestor snorted. “It’ll be a while before they start feeling anything! We’ve still got twenty more hours to go!”
Gohan groaned, and I began to weep, saying, “Why me?! Why me?!” It just never ended! This wasn’t fair!
“Aw, quit your griping, youngen’, and focus on your ki!”
I looked up at the young Saiyan behind me, and we both sighed. “Whatever.” Folding my arms, I concentrated on my ki signal, all the while thinking, Ugh! I despise meditation...
I suppose I dozed off after that, because I could hear myself snoring...loudly...wait a sec…
Looking up, I find my convict: my own great-whatever-grandfather. I guess sleepiness is hereditary!
“Gohan,” I said, nudging him in the gut with my elbow sharply. With a grunt, he shook his head and threw me a dirty look.
“What?”
“Check him out.”
“Hey! Rou! Are you sleeping?”
No reaction there. It was time for me to intervene.
“HEY! YOU ASLEEP OR WHAT!?”
“YAH!” Rou woke up with a start, his snot bubble popping. “Where...am I?”
“You were sleeping, weren’t you?” Gohan said accusingly.
“I was not! I merely appeared to be sleeping.”
I barked out a laugh. “It appeared to us that you were snoring. Tell me, do you always blow snot bubbles when you meditate?”
Gohan snickered.
Rou’s face scrunched, making it look like an oversized prune. “To the untrained eye, I may have appeared to be sleeping. ‘Sides, it’s a well known fact that Kaioshins do not lie!”
“Guess you don’t me all that well, then,” I said out of the corner of my mouth, rolling my eyes skyward.
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing!”
*****
Much...much...much...MUCH later.
“Snooooore...”
“Kid, you’re snoring.”
“And?” I challenged, opening only one eye to look back at him. “What’cha gonna do about it?”
“How much longer?”
“’Kay, just let me check my watch...oh, look at that! No watch!!”
“Never mind, smartass.”
Gohan returned to meditating, and I went back to my contemplation of the back of my eyelids. So...bor...ing...
“Oh no!” Goku’s voice came to me from the tree farther down the hill. He sounded distressed.
Gohan heard it too. “Dad! What’s wrong?”
Plastering a (fake) smile on his face, Goku waved up at us like nothing was going on. “It’s nothing, you two! You--you just concentrate on those powers, okay?”
Gohan and I looked at each other. “Er, okay.” I went back to meditating, but kept my ears and mind’s eye out for what was happening. Had to be Buu. Unless some other freak had appeared on Earth...
I shivered. That was NOT a nice thing to think about.
*****
“Wow! Look at that Gotenks go!”
“He sure is wonderful!”
Ugh, I groaned in my mind. They sound like they’re at a football game or something! I wish they’d let us see what’s going on!
Apparently, something exciting was going on between Gotenks and Buu. I had sensed a great battle going on, along with the deaths of what had to be millions, billions even, of people! It really made my head hurt.
Or maybe it was Rou’s utterly insane cackling.
“Rou, how much longer?” Gohan complained, giving a voice to my thoughts.
The old man looked up from his manga. “Twenty more minutes.”
I knew this strategy; Dad used to pull it on me all the time when I was impatient. I sighed and mentally thought at Gohan, (Don’t even try to argue; you won’t win.)
(Ugh. Fine.)
So we sat there while Goku, Dad, Kibito, Gato, and Fiddlesticks chattered about the battle they were watching via crystal ball. I could feel myself falling into an easy slumber. But I was fully determined not to turn into Rou. I decided to entertain my psyche with contacting Mitsuro. I mean, if the guy was somehow fused into my body and mind, shouldn’t I be able to speak with him?
(Mitsuro?)
Silence.
(Dear Kami, I feel stupid talking to a dead god. MITSURO!?)
(What?!)
Finally, an answer from the divine ancestor. (I was just experimenting.)
(Ah.)
(Hey, if you’ve been in my body for hundreds of years, why haven’t we talked at all?)
(I thought I should restrain from speaking to you until you were old enough to understand why you could hear me and would not go telling people, “I hear voices!”)
(That does make sense.)
(I know,) he sniffed airily.
I fell silent for a while, then said, (Mitsuro, can you tell what is happening on Earth?)
He didn’t answer immediantly. (I feel a great battle waging between Buu and another. But something else is bothering me.)
(What?)
(The silence.)
(The silence?)
(Earth is silent, like all of its inhabitants are all gone.)
(I think they are. I heard them cry out a little while ago.)
(This is horrible. I don’t know if we can win this battle, Kid Kai.)
(Hey! You need to keep up your spirits!)
(I am a spirit.)
(Oh...yeah.)
“Are we done yet?” griped Gohan. “Can’t you feel that hundreds of people are dying down there?!”
I had to agree with the young Saiyan. I mean, the pain transmitting from Earth was tearing my heart apart, and Rou’s reading manga! I could feel anger boiling up inside of myself, steadily rising.
“Oh, it takes a little while for the really strong ones,” Rou explained, talking like he was elucidating this idiots or, worse, children. “Ooh, you must be super strong!”
I simply couldn’t take it anymore. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, fists clenched so hard that my knuckles were pale. Gritting my teeth, I shrieked, “I’m tired of your games, you old man!”
Suddenly, the world was different. The sky, the many moons, the grass, the people around me, all different. I was unexpectedly seeing them from afar, like watching a movie. A raw fire rose up in my soul, body, and mind, and the raw passion of it left me gasping. It took me a second to realize that this new force was me, that I was generating this awesome power. The flame was fueled by my emotions and was blazing like a star gone supernova and gave me an unbearable need to torch the entire planet of Kaioshin-Kai. It would be so easy, I realized right then, to do that; so much energy surrounded me. Everything, everyone, was becoming a mere object, a toy, a tool to feed this fire, with no value whatsoever. It was a temptation that refused to be ignored, and a glory I never knew could exist.
Thank God for Mitsuro.
(Kid! Kid, stop this!)
“Wha?” I looked around at the shocked faces around me. “What is it? Guys?”
Rou, shivering uncontrollably with terror, pointed at me with one quivering finger. “Your--your face! Look at your face!”
Confused, I materialized a mirror and gasped.
Dark indigo-blue stripes framed my face, two on each cheek. A moon, backwards and of the same color, was centered right on my forehead. Yet again, my hair had grown, as long as Goku’s when he transformed into Super Saiyan 3. “What the hell?”
Raising one hand, I attempted to swipe my bangs back. Only to discover the newly-fixed Z sword in my fist. It was even more perfect than it had been before; the metal of the blade shined like silver and the handle, once dull from old age and mistreatment, gleamed in the sun.
“Okay, I’m so confused.”
“Er…just sit down. We don’t have time for this,” advised Rou.
“Alright.” I sat the sword beside me and plopped onto the dirt, folding back into a lotus position.
We didn’t talk after that.
*****
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? WE’VE BEEN SITTING HERE DOING NOTHING WHEN WE WERE DONE A LONG TIME AGO!?”
“Aah!” Gohan’s voice brought me out of my trance. “What, what!?”
Gohan glared down at me, like I was the one who had done something wrong. His eyes simply burned with fury. “Rou’s been making us sit on our butts for over half an hour now! We could have been down on the Earth by now!”
My turn. “WHAT!?” How could he? My own ancestor betrayed me, and possibly threatened the survival of the Earth!
“Yeah, yeah, but get a load of your new powers! You are both much stronger,” Rou said, wagging a finger up at us.
“We are?” I certainly didn’t feel it. Looking down at my hands, I searched deep inside myself, and found diddlysquat. “I don’t feel nothing. Are you sure?”
Whack! Down came the ruler, right on my forehead. I’ll tell you what, that little piece of wood smarts.
“Of course I’m sure! Kids these days…” he muttered under his breath. I heard a few other impassioned comments on his descendants, especially some really good ones about your truly.
“Wait…” Gohan said, his voice very concentrated and serious. “I think I feel something. Ya just gotta look deeper, that’s all.”
“Oh?” I did as he said and found something…different there. Like there was this ancient and powerful force that had been in my body forever, but I had been unaware of its presence until now. It had a radiance too awesome to be described in any language and too powerful to be measured. I had a complete feeling of reverence wash over, as if I was witnessing the birth of the universe.
“Wow…” I murmured, more to myself than Gohan. “It’s…”
“…Wonderful,” finished Gohan, giving me a small smile. I returned it.
“Well, you two lame-brains, go ahead! Try it out!”
“What? Oh, sure. Kid?”
“Sure.” I inhaled deeply, preparing myself. If that one taste of this new power had been that shocking, I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like at full strength. “I just have to believe.”
Rou suddenly blanched and threw up his arms. “Wait! Try believing someplace else!”
Too late.
With a combined yell of strength and determination, Gohan and I reached out to that new energy within us and grasped it with both hands. It was like grabbing hold of a lightning bolt; it burned as it surged through my body, energizing me in a way in a way I never thought possible. The feeling of it was simply remarkable, and comforting, like the arms of a loved one. I swear to this day that I heard a fanfare of carillons, a call of rejoice that made my heart and soul ache to answer it. It suddenly registered to me as music…soft music, like the sound of a flute being played, but so much more. It spoke to me with no words, and I understood it. Understood, and answered.
The whole time, I’d had my eyes tightly closed. When I opened them again, I was instantly aware of the dead grass and burned ground underneath my feet. Looking up, I almost laughed out loud; almost twenty feet away, Rou was flat on his ass, his face turning dark purple from his contained fury. “Er…whoops?”
“Wow!” cried Goku, his face displaying every single emotion he was feeling. “That was great! I’m so proud of you, Gohan.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
Dad walked up to me, a sad and yet happy look on his kind face. “Kid Kai…” Uncharacteristically, his shoulders drooped and a tear dropped from his eye.
“Dad!” I yelped; I hadn’t seen him cry in years and years. It was disturbing. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, it is nothing, really.” He wiped the tear away with one finger. “You are just growing up too fast for my liking, that’s all.”
“Aw, pops.” I embraced him tightly, hugging him as close to him as I could. “I’ll be fine. Honest.”
“I know, I know. I just can’t help it.” Holding up one finger, he said, “Close your eyes, son.”
I did as told. When he said, “Okay, open them,” I was astonished when I did. In his hands was an old leather scabbard. It was quite obvious it was made for the Z Sword; the top, where the sword entered, was encrusted with cerulean jewels, and those were framed by polished gold.
“This belonged to the Dai Kaioshin, before Buu,” explained Dad. “It always hung in his room, even before I was a god, passed down from Dai Kaioshin to Dai Kaioshin, ever since the first Kaioshins.”
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“Go on, sir,” Gato encouraged me. “You deserve it.”
“Oh. Okay.” Like I had thought, the Z Sword fit in the sheath perfectly. The shearing sound it made going in made my heart sing the same way powering up had. I belonged to the blade, and the blade belonged to me. We were one. One.
“Let’s go, Gohan.”
*****
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