| Author:Swiss Army Knife Email: dragonswissarmyknife@hotmail.com |
| Two Great Powers - The Legend and the Lesser Prolouge - Little Boy from Another World |
| Son Gohon cradled the little baby boy in his arms. Gokuu, as he called him. No longer angry or raging, but sleeping peacefully like any other child. He wasn’t, of course, just any child. Gokuu was special, as was evident from the very moment the old man had laid eyes on him. That had been just two months previous, and since then the whole world had changed in Gohon’s once routine life. He leaned back in his chair, gazing fondly at the babe in his arms. Then he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back board and allowed himself to remember how he had gotten into his present situation; an old man with a child barely over a year old in his care He had been out walking through the woods, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright light flash across the sky. Interested, he had followed the light until it streaked toward the ground and landed with a small explosion. Worried that someone might have been hurt at the landing of what appeared to him to be a meteorite, he had hurried off the spot where he thought it had landed. Upon reaching the place, Gohon had found nothing but a crater. The area immediately surrounding the slight invert in the ground had been completely incinerated. He walked cautiously to the edge of the hole, and was shocked to see a small sphere of metal in the center. Before his eyes, a door had slide open on the side with a hiss. Then from within the ball, Gohon heard the faint sound of an infant crying. Unable to turn away, Gohon slid down into the hole and approached the craft. Slowly, he had peered inside and got the biggest surprise of his life. A little baby boy lay inside, crying loudly. The child was naked and a strange furry brown tail shot out if his rear end and curled around and around in the air restlessly. Unsure what to think, Gohon reached out and caught the tail in the air, fingering it gently to see if it was real. It was warm, just like a real tail would be. He squeezed it softly. Immediately, the child screamed at the top of his lungs. Surprised, Gohon released the appendage and took a step back. Apparently, the boy’s tail was very real and very sensitive. After a moment, Gohon peered back in at the spiky haired boy, who was rubbing his tiny black eyes with little fists to dry his tears. When Gohon’s shadow fell over him, he turned his red face to look at the body over him. He made the smallest whimpering sound, and Gohon’s face immediately softened. He smiled at the baby, and reached to pick him up. He lifted him into his arms and rocked him back and forth. The boy made a cry of protest upon being picked up, but they soon gave way to Gohon’s soothing voice. “Don’t cry, baby.” He said softly. “I have no intention of hurting you.” He smiled again happily. He had always wanted a son, but unfortunately he had never married and had a family. It was perhaps his greatest regret, for he loved children. And now, as he held this baby in his arms, a ridiculous thought came to his mind. Why couldn’t he take in the child? He hadn’t been with anyone in the sphere, and now he was alone. No child could survive all alone. “Would you like to come home with me?” Gohon asked the babe. “Would you like that…” His voice trailed off as he came to a realization. The baby would need a name. A smile came once again to his heavily wrinkled face. “Gokuu.” He said after a moment of thought. “It is a good name. You will be coming home with me, Gokuu.” He gently patted the boy’s head. The little child looked up at his hand with narrowed, unhappy eyes. He reached out and took hold of Gohon’s wrist with amazing strength, and then chomped down on his hand with all his might. Gohon had yelled loudly in pain as two rows of tiny teeth had penetrated his flesh. This attack had been the first of many, as the little boy that came from the pod from space had proven to be a wild and angry little terror. He screamed and cried, he kicked and squirmed, and he bit and lashed out with uncharacteristic strength for such a little baby. Gohon had tried everything to calm him, but nothing worked. Nothing. He couldn’t even keep a diaper on the boy, and as the days passed, Gohon’s hope of taming Gokuu wavered. Still he refused to give up hope. Then one day it had happened. He had taken a walk carrying Gokuu on his back, when the boy threw another fit and fell from the basket attached to Gohon’s back. Horrified, Gohon had made a grab for him, but before anything could be done, Gokuu fell over the side of the cliff that they had been walking by, and hit his head hard on the rocks below. Gohon still wasn’t sure how he survived, but somehow he had. That was only the day before and now little Gokuu showed no signs of injury. He was asleep in his arms, absolutely unchanged. Accept for one thing. He was no longer as wild as he was. Before, even in his sleep he had been nearly uncontrollable. Gohon didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he had great optimism that the bump on the head the boy had received had somehow soothed his anger and made him normal. Then again, Gohon thought glumly, looking over at a pile of glass that had a one time been a priceless vase, which Gokuu had destroyed only this morning. Maybe normal is too much to hope for. Sighing, Gohon got up and went to put the baby in his bed. He would know if anything had changed in the morning… ***** Gohon was delighted. He could not remember the last time he had felt so much elation. Laughing and giggling in his lap was a small baby boy – Gokuu, the child he had attempted to take in as his own, but without much success. At least, until now. Gokuu had awoken that morning with no animal-like snarl or vicious attack, but laughing and giggling like any normal baby should. When Gohon had nervously come into the room housing the makeshift crib where Gokuu slept, the baby had been standing up on the side of the crib, the biggest smile that you could ever hope to find on his face. Seeing the man that would become his “father” Gokuu had immediately stuck out pudgy little arms to be held, and squealed with happiness. Big onyx eyes sparkled and danced with pure, unblemished joy. From that moment, Gohon had stopped and prayed to Kami-sama, thanking him so much for this miracle. For it was a miracle. Gokuu was somehow transformed into how he always should have been. Whatever demon had been haunting him had disappeared. It was in all the best day of old Gohon’s life, and he swore that happy day, even as the boy he would call son slept peacefully in his lap, that he would grow up just like that…happy… ***** Somewhere unfathomable in the deepest star filled recesses of the darkest meditation, far away from the new family, a dark evil laugh resounds through an endless abyss. The owner of this laugh observes the babe with the tail, now so safe and secure – so innocent and unaware of his fate. …it seemed that finally, after so many years, years of endless searching, he had finally found just the one he was looking for… He laughed even more maliciously, thinking about what the following years would bring. ~ I’m coming for you, little Gokuu… I’m coming… ~ 3 years later… It was a beautiful afternoon. The shinning sun stood out in the clear blue sky with golden rays, warming the Earth and it’s people. Close to a little village, was a pretty forest in its springtime prime. Flowers blossomed on every patch of grass, and trees reached for the heavens, their new, waxy green leaves shouting their praises. Birds soared through the air in pairs, and everything in the world seemed to sing in harmony… “Gampa! Gampa Gohon!” A sweet boyish voice called through the thick green brush. Wandering through the high grass, little Gokuu pushed his way into a forest clearing. He just knew that his “Gampa” was around here somewhere. Looking around with shinning, yet puzzled back eyes, Gokuu dropped back to his knees and waddled forward, furry brown tail curling playfully in the air. “GAMPA!” the boy screamed. That morning, he and his grandfather had left their tiny cottage home in the village to go and collect firewood for that night. It was a very regular routine, and so when Gokuu saw some wild berries he stopped marching along behind his loving “father” and had tottled after the food, not in the least worried about getting lost or separated. It was only after he had devoured the whole bush and lifted his head to find himself utterly alone that he took notice and became even the least bit apprehensious. Still, Gokuu was a brave little boy, and he set off to find his Grandpa, following the most likely path. That was at least ten whole minutes ago, an exceptionally long period of time for a child of Gokuu’s age. Finally, he sat down on his little rear end in the dirt and just looked up and around at the canopy of trees above him. “Gampa Gohon?” he whimpered, sticking his fingers into his mouth fearfully. His eyes became itchy as tears threatened to well up in his eyes. Where was his grandpa? Grandpa didn’t just leave him like this. He was always there! He was about to break into tears when suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. Someone was breaking through the underbrush. “Gokuu? Gokuu, are you here?” came an old, friendly sounding voice. Gokuu’s little head whirled around. He was up on his feet and into the strange man’s arms before you could count to three. “Gampa Gohon!” The child was obviously delighted. Son Gohon smiled down at the boy clutching his legs with great fondness. He patted the child’s head. “And where did you run off to?” He asked sternly. Gokuu’s face hardly dampened. “Eat’n!” he said. Gohon sighed. “Now, Gokuu, what did I tell you about running off?” he asked. Gokuu paid no attention. He ran around and around his Grandpa’s legs, giggling happily. Gohon simply sighed again and then grabbed the boy around the waist, hefting him onto his shoulders. It had been three years since Gohon had found Gokuu, and he had grown like a weed into a highly energetic, and ignorantly happy four-year-old boy with an amazing appetite and even more amazing strength. Gohon sometimes wondered what he had gotten himself into. The child was no longer a wild child, but he certainly was a handful. It was days like these he wished he had eyes in the back of his head and four arms. “Go home!” Gokuu pounded on Gohon’s head with tiny, surprisingly powerful fists. “Let’s go home now, Gampa!” Gohon waved his hand at the child until the pounding stopped. “Don’t pound my head, Gokuu!” he repeated for what had to be the thirtieth time. “You’re giving Grandpa Gohon a headache.” Obediently, Gokuu stopped pounding, and instead gave Gohon a big, suffocating hug. “Okay, Gampa!” he said happily. “I luv you.” Heart melting, Gohon smiled up at the child and then leaned down to pick up his bundle of wood. It was time to go home. That was enough for one day, thank you very much… ***** By the time Gohon and Gokuu were in sight of the village they called home, the sun was almost down. Oranges and yellows and beautiful purples filled the horizon as the sun sunk in the sky until it was only a sliver. The beginnings of the clear full moon were just beginning to become clear in the rust colored sky. In another hour or so, it would be perfectly visible. Gokuu hummed and giggled happily atop his Grandpa’s shoulders, tail curled loosely around Gohon’s shoulders. He was a very content child; never in his life could he remember not having everything he needed. Everything was Gohon. And Grandpa Gohon was always there… A few minutes later, they reached home. Gokuu was placed on his feet, and he took his Grandpa’s hand as they finished the short walk through the village to their own little home at the other side. He didn’t notice the strange man that followed them, face covered and eyes filled with malice. He snuck along behind them, hiding in the shadows every time that one of them would look his way. His beady, malicious eyes never left the tailed little boy at Gohon’s side, not even for a second. It was what he had waited all this time for. All these years, and he was finally ready to begin… Just as little Gokuu and Gohon had made it to their door, he jumped out from the shadows and hurried over to them. Gokuu jumped as he felt a hand suddenly land on his shoulder. Instinctively, he grabbed for Gohon, only then turning around to see who it was that had touched him. He gasped in fear when he saw the masked face and dark, ominous eyes that stared down at him. “What do you want?” Gohon didn’t sound very pleased with this man, Gokuu noted and he shrunk into his side, uncomprehending. The man held out a long fingered hand to Gohon and smiled icily. Gohon cautiously shook it, mistrust on his face. The man then bowed deeply, and when he straightened back up he removed his mask. “I am Yokoshima.” He said simply. His voice was thick and harsh sounding. “And I have come to see you,” He pointed a bony finger at Gohon. “To speck to you about the boy.” With these words, his eyes narrowed and focused on Gokuu, clinging to Gohon’s side. “I do hope that it is not an imposition.” The man finished, and he smiled a thin looking smile. Gohon observed the man coldly. Something about him felt…wrong. “No, not at all.” Gohon answered, somewhat tensely, and turned about to open the door. If it was about Gokuu he needed to hear it, no matter what the messenger. Once inside, the strange man took a seat on the small couch and Gohon offered him a glass of water. Still, his eyes never left Gokuu. Gokuu was at first very wary of this man, who always seemed to be looking at him. He ventured a look back into the man’s own face once, but looked away almost immediately. The man’s eyes were like black holes, sucking in all warmth and baring only darkness. When Gohon finally settled himself across from this man, he spoke to Gokuu. “Son, please go on and get into bed. It’s late.” He said quietly, and gestured to Gokuu’s door. The boy was reluctant. “But, Gampa! I wanna stay up wiff the visitor too!” he whined. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep with such an interesting person in the house. Gohon was not to be moved. “Go and get into bed now.” He said in a soft quiet voice that was clearly threatening. Rarely ever did he take that tone of voice with the boy. Clearly disturbed, but not wanting to test his grandfather’s anger, Gokuu protested no longer and hurried off to get into bed, closing his bedroom door behind him. Quickly changing into his pajamas, Gokuu ran back to the door, and stuck his ear to the wood in hopes off hearing bits and pieces of the conversation. Unfortunately it wasn’t until the voices began to rise with anger that the words became clear to Gokuu. And they frightened him a little. In all his short years of life, he had never heard his Grandpa yell… “NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” His voice was raised and furious. Gokuu shrunk back. Was that Grandpa? “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND FOOL!” Another voice joined him. “YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!” “I HAVE THE AUTHORITY….” The voice suddenly got much softer, and although Gokuu could make out no more of what was being said, he continued to hear the angry whispers and hissing as the two men argued on. Soon after, there was the sound of feet, and the front door slammed furiously. Hearing someone approaching his door, Gokuu turned around and dove into his bed. He was doing his best to look asleep when the door cracked open a tiny bit. Gokuu recognized the shadow that cast across his bed as Grandpas through half closed eyes, coming to check on him. Then he heard him whisper, “Goodnight, dear one…you are safe here with me.” Then the door shut, and Gokuu was left to ponder what on Earth had caused all that fighting between his grandpa and the strange man. What had it had to do with him? Was the man a bad guy? Unable to stay still with so many questions bouncing around in his head, Gokuu hoped out of bed and started for the door to go and find his grandpa. Before he got ten feet, however, there was a tapping sound on his window. Without thinking it through, Gokuu waddled over and peered out the window out into the now almost pitch black of night. When he saw nothing, Gokuu was confused. What had made that noise? Always having been a curious child, Gokuu was not content to sleep until the mystery was solved. Grabbing the window seal, Gokuu strained his muscles and pushed the glass plain of glass in the window up, so that he could look out, unhindered. Then suddenly, so abruptly that Gokuu almost wet his pants, a face showed up before him. He gasped as he recognized it as the strange man that had come to visit. The black, cold as steel eyes bore into his, and a smile that seemed anything but friendly fit tightly to his weathered face. “Why, hello, Gokuu.” The man said, as if surprised to see him there. Gokuu’s answer was timid. “Hello…” He muttered, somewhat fearfully. The man cocked his head. “What’s wrong, little child? You aren’t scared of me, now are you?” he asked. Gokuu nodded meekly. He held up his fingers, indicating a small amount. “Maybe just a little bit.” He said. The man laughed; a frightening sound in itself. It seemed to be filled with dangerous secrets, and it lit up his eyes and set them on fire. “Don’t be afraid of me, Gokuu!” he said, in a tone of voice that might have been called jolly if it wasn’t so piercing. “We have just barely met, and we are going to grow to be such good friends!” Gokuu was beginning to feel unsettled. Part of him longed for Gohon to come in again and make the man go away. The man must have sensed his uneasiness, because the next thing he knew, there was a bony hand on his small shoulder. “Don’t be afraid of me, Gokuu. You have no need to fear me if you have done nothing – it is only when you are bad that you need worry.” He said softly and with a sincerity that caught Gokuu of guard. “I know that you do not understand why I have come to see you…your “Grandfather” does not either.” He looked right into Gokuu’s eyes, and for that moment, all of Gokuu’s fear was erased. “I am going to tell you part of a story, boy.” The man continued, voice mellowing seductively. “And when it is done, I will help you understand what I have come for…” Gokuu gulped, his eyes and ears drawing in every word was the story began. Gokuu sunk deep into the words of the story as he listened to the man paint his picture… ~ Once in a time that is yet to come, a great warrior will rise above all others in all the universe. His name will be like that of the gods – everyone will know it and respect it. Many others will try to come against him, but they will all fall; crumpled under the power of this man. He will have waited, resting, like in a deep sleep for the day when he will rise like Thunder! With the strength like that of a dragon he will come on the day of all days… The Great Battle will have come… The day that the centuries have waited for…. No longer will he be called a myth. No longer will he be forced to wait! He, the great Legend will prove himself in the Great Battle. He will bring down all opposition, until the moment when the blood runs dry from the Lesser… Then he will have proved his worth! THE LEGEND WILL APPEAR! The Great Battle and The Legend will become truth, and all the universe will fall under his feet…~ Gokuu was mystified; he sat, lower body resting against the widow plain, totally absorbed. The story was enchanting, and his mind felt numbed… Only the strange man’s voice broke through. “You may be the Legend, Gokuu.” It said. “I have searched the world for one that was worthy, and finally I have found you. I saw you when you fell from the sky, and the time has come for you to come with me and begin fulfilling your destiny…” Gokuu didn’t even blink. “My…my destiny…” He murmured drunkenly. “Yes, that’s tight, little Gokuu. But first, you must leave here…” The man said. This almost broke Gokuu from his stupor. “B-but…Gampa! I don’t…” “Shhhh!” The man soothed, and he stopped. “That’s okay. All you have to do right now is look up into the sky…look up there, Gokuu.” Gokuu did what he was told, and slowly turned his head up to the sky. Sitting with the pale clouds floating past it, was a beautiful pale full moon. Somehow, this in captivated Gokuu even more, and he stared at it, eyes dulling. He felt his heart suddenly start to beat faster and faster. His mind seemed to become very agitated. Slowly, he crawled out of his window, reaching for the moon… ***** Gohon was sitting on the couch in front of the fire. His mind was heavily troubled; his thoughts consumed by the stranger’s visit that he had received that night. His lip curled in anger and disgust every time he thought of the man, and his evil proposition. He had come to take Gokuu away from him! He still couldn’t believe it! That man had wanted to take his little boy and train him to live up to some ridiculous legend that would almost surely end in his death! Yes, he to had heard the myth of the Legend, and all that he would accomplish. His childhood marshal arts masters had told it to him long ago, and it was to teach him to weigh carefully the cost of power. In the myth, the Legend would be great and powerful in the end, but the road there would be hard – almost hard enough that it would kill any normal person without the strength to get there. And then there was the small overlooked part of the myth that was the real reason that the Legend was so terrible. …until the moment when the blood runs dry from the Lesser… Gohon remembered the words from memory, as they had given him chills as a boy. The Legend was a murder. In order to reach his power, he would have to kill; and that was unacceptable… Of course, it was just a myth. It wasn’t as if there really were coming a great Legend to rise up above them all, but that didn’t stop this man from being in less dangerous. He truly did believe these myths and stories to be true; Gohon could see it in his eyes. And he would try to recreate them if he could. That was were the danger came from… What still bothered him, even now that he was alone in the house, and Gokuu was tucked safely in bed, was the way the man had reacted to his rejection of his ideas and attempt to take away Gokuu from him. He had said, with perfect sincerity, that Gohon didn’t have any say in it. That it was fate and destiny at work, and that Gokuu would become his pupil. He still cringed remembering the malice with which he had told him that he would pay if he tried to interfere with this destiny of his son’s… The way that he had said it… Suddenly, Gohon was filled with an icy coldness that started in the pit of his stomach, and then spread through his entire body. Oh no… Gokuu! Without any more hesitation, old Gohon grabbed his cane and hurried as quickly as he could for his son’s room. Why hadn’t he realized? How could he have been so stupid? When his fingers finally wrapped around the door handle, Gohon wrenched open the door and gazed frantically into the relative darkness of Gokuu’s room. He anxiously pulled out a match from his pocket and fumbled for the lamp. “Son?” he called, voice almost cracking as he prayed desperately for an answer. None came. Finally, he was able to get the lamp lit. He turned it up as bright as it would go, and then looked over frantically at the bed, hoping and praying that he would see a small snoring lump, and spiky black hair sticking out from the pillows. He was bound to be disappointed. Gokuu was not in bed. “Oh my goodness, no!” Gohon gasped in horror, gazing at the rumpled, barely used blankets, and the vacant pallet. His eyes then trailed to the open window, and his eyes widened in disbelieve. Overwhelming guilt filled him, and he ran to get his coat. It was up to him to find Gokuu. As he hurried out the door into the unlit street all he could hope for was that it wasn’t too late… That was when he heard the screams… ***** Yokoshima watched from the corner of an old, vacant building at the chaos that he had helped cause. People ran screaming in all directions. Fires had sprung up from the shells of destroyed buildings, and was spreading to everywhere else. Terror was on every face, and all that had been caused by him and his genius. He couldn’t help but laugh! “MONSTER!” A young mother screamed, shielding her baby from the rubble as she ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the mayhem. Many others joined her cry, and they were right. Gokuu was a monster. Yokoshima had watched the transformation of his soon-to-be pupil with great interest. The way that the moon had affected him was amazing! The way that his eyes had turned red, and his face had become like an animals. The fur, and the huge size! He had transformed into a giant monkey! Huge, and angry, and unstoppable! The limitations were nonexistent! And the power! His power had risen from the barely enough to breath with, characteristic of all babies and young children, into a mighty force unlike anything that he had ever seen! It was amazing! And Yokoshima’s favorite of all, had to be the monster’s temper. Without provocation of warning, the once docile little boy had erupted in pure, terrible rage! Then he had begun his destruction. Crashing through buildings, hammering whole trees flat with enormous fists like anvils! He roared his rage, not even stopping for the sake of the people, many of whom had not been able to get out from underneath his steps before his foot came down… Yokoshima was having terrific fun. To him, this was merely a demonstration of what this child would be capable of once he was finished with him. His mind burned with the pictures of the world under a Legend such as this! Then he heard the cry… “GOKUUUU!” A voice resounded through the night sky. The huge animal that was Gokuu turned around from his destruction. He roared in the direction of the voice, searching for its owner with huge wide blood red eyes driven into a frenzied madness. Yokoshima spotted a figure run out into the open, and immediately recognized it as Son Gohon himself. He ran in front of the beast that had been his honorary son and waved his hands in the air, calling to the boy who could no longer hear him to stop what he was doing right now! Fool. Yokoshima thought, watching him. He is asking for death. Then a smile slipped onto his lips. “Yes, that is just what he is doing…” he said quietly, a chuckle rising in his throat. “That is just it! I warned you about messing with fate old man!” His shout of warning was not heard, and as Gokuu looked down at the man who had been his father all of his life, his eyes registered no recognition; no compassion. And with that, in one blindingly fast moment that Yokoshima would laugh at for years after, Gokuu raised his enormous foot into the air above Son Gohon… And brought it down hard, just as the sun began to whittle away at the moon. Ten minutes later, Gokuu returned to his four-year-old self, totally ignorant that he had just killed his own father… ***** When Gokuu woke up that morning on the cold hard ground, the first thing he noticed was that he was not in his own bed. The next thing that bothered him was that his clothes were gone and he was naked and cold. Seeing a scrap of cloth to the side in some rubble, be pulled it free and wrapped it around himself. That done, he looked around at the mess and became truly upset. Was this his home? Where was the village? Where was his house? Where was his grandpa? Standing up on legs that seemed to be made of jelly, he surveyed his surroundings. Every building lay in ruins. Fires burned, just beginning to finally wear themselves out. People huddled together near the remains of their homes, crying bitterly both for the lives lost, and in relief that they were one of the lucky few that had missed the tragedy. The chilling wind stirred Gokuu’s hair and his shivered, wrapping his tail around him for the small amount of warmth it provided. He wobbled forward, feeling like he had been drugged. His mind felt slow, almost like he had just woken up from a deep sleep and was still partially dreaming. What had happened here? Why where all these buildings destroyed? Walking unsurely down the main road, he came to a large group of people gathered in a circle around something. A few of the women were crying. Gokuu didn’t understand; what was wrong? Coming closer, some of the people standing in the group looked up at him suspiciously. Gokuu barely noticed. He was used to being stared at; being a little boy with a furry tail had its drawbacks. What he did notice was the accusing expressions on the people’s faces as they looked at him, like he was more than just a freak of nature – he was…a monster? Seeing his tail, one man with long shaggy grayish blue hair came up to him and grabbed his arm roughly. “You did this, didn’t you, freak!” He shouted harshly. He didn’t seem to notice the little boy’s frightened, clueless face. “You did this!” “I don’t understand…” Gokuu whimpered back, tears welling up in his eyes. “What happened?” The man looked shocked. “You don’t know all the destruction that you just caused? Look, look what you did to you own father, you little freak! Look what you did to Son Gohon!” The man dragged him forward and pushed through the crowd so that Gokuu could get a nice long look. The little boy stood, stock still, unsure of what to do. If his mind had been frozen before, than now he had no mind left. Lying before him, just beyond his bare feet, was his Grandpa. Or what was left of him… ***** Gokuu was beside himself with grief. That was…that had been…his grandpa. That… His mind wouldn’t focus. The tears that had threatened to fall all day finally could not contain themselves. They fell in streams down his face, while he choked on sobs. “Gampa Gohon..?” he whimpered, barely able to breath. “That’s right you freak,” The man beside him let go of his arm. “Look what you did!” Gokuu was sobbing to loudly to hear. All he could think of was Gohon. What had happened to him? What happened?! He started to kneel down beside him, to touch him, but before he could, someone stepped in front of him… Looking up, Gokuu was surprised to see the man that had come to him last night and told him a story. It had been a good story, he remembered. But he couldn’t think how it had ended… Now that man was standing over him, between him and the terrible tragedy that was his grandpa. Gently, the man reached down and wiped the tears off Gokuu’s face. “Who…who are you?” Gokuu managed. The man smiled and patted his head. There was a hint of malice in his voice when he spoke that sent shivers down Gokuu spine. “My boy, I am your new master…” He said. |
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