Peace.
You look down at the clouds, floating above them almost idly. Your Aura tamed and compressed beneath your skin as the winds bend around your immovable form.
The whispers seem to quiet, the scent of potential blood does not reach this high into the sky. It's quite relaxing. Just floating there in the apparently endless Blue. You breathe in, black eyes roaming picking out shapes in the clouds below you. You breathe out.
The air is thin up here, crisp and fresh. You find it a little startling how fresh. Up here there isn't the underlying need. Or rather a remarkable lessening of it. There isn't anything to vaporize here. The Blue is just scattered light from the sun and the air, scarce as it is, is Yours. The only Human, half or otherwise, to take a breath this high up.
Breathe in, oh hey, that cloud looks like a Dinosaur. Breathe out. You feel rather introspective up here, finding things you didn't know you had just seem to float away. You like this feeling, you think. And the colour. Blue.
You have decided you like Blue. It is, nice.
A faint smile plays on your lips, before you shake yourself a little. After all, you can't be late on your first day Tutoring Gohan. Not that he'd know you were late, you haven't told him yet.
But that's just part of the fun! You exert your Power and accelerate downwards, straight past terminal velocity in an instant. Another mild exertion and you aim over the horizon, back to your native timezone and Capsule Corp where Dawn is about to reach.
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Gohan's rest is interrupted with a sudden yank, the warm snuggly blankets vanishing and COLD!
"Come on Gohan! Up you get! It's time for Training!" You crow, holding the bucket upside down. The ice-cold water that had once been in it currently soaking into his crib.
You patiently wait 1.25692 seconds for your voice to sink into his waking mind, then dash to the doorway, narrowly missing the enraged amateurish punch from your Twin
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT YOU!" He roars in pure Alien Rage, the threat stumbling off due to lack of appropriate cursewords. Rising into the air more efficiently than he'd ever done before, he races through the still air, his Aura bursting out in Gold as he assumes his Yellow form.
You simply laugh mockingly and vanish into the hallway, then watching your Twin move ever so slowly, unlatch the window faster than sound, carefully raising it and shooting out (Momma says if you break another window she'll take away your toolbox). Your enraged twin takes the bait, shooting out of the window, looking around for you.
You drop down, having stood just above the window, grabbing him by the tail and watching him freeze.
Giggling sadistically in his ear "It's time Mini-me, that you learned how to swim! And I found the perfect spot, and not far off the coast."
You shoot through the air grinning, a begging younger brother dangling behind you as you reach the coast. Out past the sandy beaches, the darker blue of the ocean calls to you just as the bright sky does.
"Now, Momma always said, sink or swim. Oh and if you use Ki or Fly, I'll beat you till you stop." You threaten idly, before letting go.
It takes a couple attempts before Gohan realizes you are serious, but a severe internal bleeding never hurt anyone.
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You float back and forth, luxuriating in the sensation of Freedom, freedom from gravity, the earth and rules.
"AAAHHHHH!" You ignore that. The wide open sky above, with traces of whispy clouds drawing faint possibilities across it. The only important sound is crashing waves, the sound of Motion, of progress, leading to your inexorable conquering of the entire galaxy, crushing everyone who opposes you to less than dust. Feels good.
"GOSSARD HELP! SHARK!" You lay back on thin air, trying to find shapes in the clouds, hands behind your head
"I'll get you back for this you big meanieeee! Eep! Two of them??"
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When you return home bearing a shivering, dripping wet Gohan, with sharkbites on his clothing you are smiling, so content.
And THEN you see the bad man. Men. Daddy and GREENman are talking
"I dunno Kami, it's like I just hit a big block, and the boys just won't stop, Gohan is, well, you can sense hi...Oh, hi boys!" He grins in that stupid way of his, scratching the back of his head in an attempt to not look suspicious.
"Daddy! Gossard was so mean to me! He made me fight Sharks!" That Tattletale! He runs into the man's arms.
"Did not! I was just teaching him how to swim. It's not my fault sharks think he is delicious." You defend yourself, crossing your arms in a petulant pout.
You don't get ANY dessert that night and proceed to ignore him for a whole week for being a tattletale
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Gohan's rest is interrupted with a sudden yank, the warm snuggly blankets vanishing and COLD!
"Come on Gohan! Up you get! It's time for Training!" You crow, holding the bucket upside down. The ice-cold water that had once been in it currently soaking into his crib.
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Gohan's rest is interrupted with a sudden yank, the warm snuggly blankets vanishing and COLD!
"Come on Gohan! Up you get! It's time for Training!" You crow, holding the bucket upside down. The ice-cold water that had once been in it currently soaking into his crib.
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Gohan's rest is interrupted with a sudden yank, the warm snuggly blankets vanishing and COLD!
"Come on Gohan! Up you get! It's time for Tra-Eep!" You jump out of the way as Gohan attacks, pushing his Yellow form higher, every object in the room rattling as you nimbly dodge.
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You carefully slide the window up before entering your shared bedroom, Gohan being too quick now to open it mid-race
Gohan's rest is interrupted with a sudden yank, the warm snuggly blankets vanishing and COLD!
"Come on Gohan! Up you get! It's time for Training!" You crow from the doorway, the bucket upside down and falling impossibly slowly to your senses. The ice-cold water that had once been in it currently soaking into his crib.
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You dash in and out of clouds, laughing. Maaybe it was a little cruel bolting all of his tools down, but it's not your fault! He should know by now, Ignorance means Failure. If someone doesn't know how to use screws or bolts, you are quite happy to give practical rea-Sparks!
You rear back instinctively as a near-perfect copy of you floats, flaring yellow Ki everywhere. Then you remember he is a pitiful Mini-Me and proceed to twist your Ki Yellow as well. Sticking your tongue out, you grab him and proceed to give him an object lesson on Power. It seems to help him, whenever he gets all beaten up he comes back stronger by a little.
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"And you are sure this isn't lethal? I mean it's the OTHERWORLD Goku." You sigh, running a hand through your blue hair. Honestly, your husband has the craziest ideas.
"Yeah, Kami says a guy named King Kai can help get around my block, and is offering to train me to my full potential." Goku grins, lifting into the air "Look after the kids for me will you? I gotta go, Kami is waiting. Bye!"
Insufferable impatient brain damaged...You fume as Goku vanishes faster than you can see, to go Die. Especially right now, with the children being cranky and suffering growth spurts, trying to shove Five or Six years of development into a single month. Aliens! Still, there is so much data and they Are your perfect boys
BOOM!
"Gohan did it! "Gossard made me!"
You head over to see what is broken this time, not noticing a flash of green as a certain reincarnation of a certain Demon King listens to the entire conversation.
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You step outside of the Lookout, having just opened the way into the Land of the Dead, the Otherworld. Silently you wish your pupil success with his new teacher, turning your attention to the burgeoning Energies of his twin children. Truly astounding, the two are unlike anything you have ever known, from your long life protecting the planet you love or your readings into matters mystical.
While you have known of power of that scale, having achieved such might yourself in your youth before casting it aside as with your Evil thoughts, no being you have known possessed that power before the second celestial cycle. Less than two years of life, and...what was that?
You glance around, old bones creaking. A small fluctuation in Ki, or your senses going in your prolonged age.
"Mister Popo." You call "I do believe it is time for some refreshment. And perhaps today is the day you break my chess rec-"
You stop, feeling a dread presence behind you. With a decisive crack your staff shatters in two and a strong, powerful GREEN arm holds you from falling
"I think it's time you and I have an intimate talk. About our past."
You look around for your protector as you call up your aging Ki reserves. And then you see it. A drop. A crimson drop falling from a branch. Falling from a bound shape tied to the branch.
Grief floods your body as you feel the hand press against your chest, emotion getting the better of you, too shocked to fight the flood of Ki "I guess I am rather like my father after all."
A flash of blinding light emanates as your body dissolves.
For the briefest of instants you are both Kami and your predecessor, and now descendant. In that instant you act. A tiny beacon with a command resonates outwards. And fourteen balls respond to the homing signal.
Moments later, seven turn to inanimate stone.
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That was nearly too easy. You stretch a little, then with a flick of your wrist vaporize the cow you had used. Then you look down at the Electric Rice Cooker on the ground, sealed shut with the essence of a Protector held within.
"Gullible old fool. Still, a pretty good impression don't you think?" You ask it
"Oh, what do you know. Now then, I have some apprentices to collect. Aliens. Heh. Why settle with just Earth." You turn and leave the Lookout behind, empty.
(To be continued)