...I have no idea how it came to this. I look down at the kid, Gohan, and then at the campfire. I seriously have zero idea how this happened. One moment I'm fighting Piccolo, the next I'm joining Gohan in his training. Why, I know not. Besides this vaguely eager, and terrified, feeling. Like I NEED to help them. Ugh, I wish my memories would return fully. But right now, I don't remember much. Just flashes of blue, purple, and pink. Oh, and a very annoying laugh. No idea where the last one is from.
Anyways, I am now stuck with training with Gohan. Oh well, at least I got a shirt! And learned what I look like. I have this strange pink antenna thing on my head that's fashioned almost like a ponytail. I also have red eyes, a leath, muscular body, a sweet six pack, along with a perfect jawline and white pants with a belt that has a stylized M on the buckle.
"So, what's your name?" Gohan asks me curiously as I stare at the campfire, thinking about my new look. Blinking I look over at him and shrug.
"I don't really have a name." I reply before looking at the fire again, missing his shocked expression.
"What? But how!? How do you not have a name?" He asks me, causing me to shrug again.
"You remember back to our conversation when you stumbled upon myself and Piccolo? About me not remembering anything? Well, it seems I don't remember my name either." I explain to him again.
"Do you really remember nothing?" The sweet child asks, concerned for me, which causes me to smile and shrug. Don't know why, but this kid is very likable.
"Well, a few names float around my mind, but I don't feel like any of them are mine. Especially this one stupid name. Fryza or something stupid like that. Whoever named their child that must have hated them, huh?" I joke with a smirk, getting a laugh out of him, and a chuckle out of myself.
"Still, it must be sad to not have a name for yourself." He tells me, a frown on his face.
"If need be, you can just call me Majin." I offer, causing him to shake his head.
"No. It'd be weird calling you that. Especially if we meet someone else of your race!" Gohan insists, causing me to shiver. Something inside of me is screaming that meeting another Majin is a very bad idea. I don't know why, but it feels important enough to obey the feeling regardless. So I give a nervous chuckle.
"Why don't you come up with a name for me then?" I ask with a shrug. Gohan looks at me in shock.
"Really?" He asks surprised.
"Sure, why not? I doubt you'd pick something stupid. Right?" I ask, adding a subtle, dangerous edge to my final word and a slight narrowing of my eyes, causing the child to gulp with fear. Good.
"R-right! Um, let me think here..." He mumbles out a reply as he goes silent for awhile.
"...I got it! How about Gum? Since you are pink and stretchy like chewing gum!" He suggests, looking proud of himself. I want to argue. It sounds stupid! But that look on his face. It's so adorable and it'd be downright evil to just destroy that pride. So after a few moments of silence I decide to give in.
"...fine. Majin Gum it is." I say with resignation. I feel as if this is going to stick around for a long while.
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Appearance wise, think like a cross between Super Buu and Fit Buu, with a few different details. As for why his name is Majin Gum? Because, he's going to stick around for awhile! HAH!