Don't ask me first. Read it first. Then ask me.
--Juuchan, chibi jinzouningen
Estoy muy loca.
Definitive parody of life: Unfinished Business (which one may that be?)
Definitive parody of my non-existent life: OOF!
http://neptune.spaceports.com/~juuchan (I suck at websites. Obvious, neh?)
Act like an angel and get good impressions. Act like an angel in front of
adults and ye can get away with murder.
The one word definition of reality: itsnotmygoddamnplanetgotitmonkeyboy?
The three word definition of life: It goes on
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Unfinished Business
A Dragonball Fan-fiction
[Insert standard disclaimer]
Author's note: It's a killer to write this (and you'll find out why soon enough)
but don't expect to see this out anytime soon. Despite its title, it's not your
standard bash-each-other-new-villain-shows-up type of Dragonball fan-fiction.
In fact, the only graphic descriptions of fighting will occur in the budoukai
(and that's a LONG way off). If you're looking for battles and insane ki levels,
this isn't it. This is probably somewhere in-between a W.A.F.F. and a dark
fiction(that's very descriptive, ya know?). Thank you for reading. As usual, I
have a few warnings, including that there IS cursing in this and violence not
meant for very young minors (as long as mum's the word, but that's only in the
epilogue and I got bored enough to write it).
�
Dedicated to my uncle, whom I called papa.
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Prologue
They say I'm a little girl. Well, they say I *look* like a little girl. I
don't see that anywhere in me. All I see is a girl who's suffered a lot more than
most. Well, not suffered. More like experienced. A friend of mine once told me
that if a person looked into my eyes, they would see something beyond what the
11-year-old would see.
If only they knew.
Perhaps they shouldn't know; it *is* for the better. But it is too late
for that now. I am no eleven-year-old, I am no Super Saiya-jin, no Saiya-jin, nor
a half-breed. I am merely human, and if that doesn't allow me to weep, to cry, to
make my mistakes . . .then I don't know what will. I am a fighter, but never good.
I'm here at last, in the fields of flowers and life. No, not just life,
but also death. I watched the petals swirl around in a graceful cyclone knowing it
wasn't the flowers, but rather me, forever cycling in a whirlwind of troubles,
happiness, and the path that life will lead.
*Oh, how I missed everyone. I miss you Goku, I miss you so much. Why
did you have to leave?*
"Is it that bad?" A hand could be felt on my shoulder. I finally realized
I was kneeling on the earth, one fist planted two inches into the soil, crying
silent tears. I refused to look up and stared only at the flowers that were so
pain-stakeningly placed by Chichi.
*Yes it is. Yes it is that bad that Goku's gone. It is that bad no one
will ever grow to be a man like him. It is that bad the only person who really
understood people is gone.*
"He's gone forever isn't he?" I asked, choking. "He's gone forever and
can't be brought back to life with the Dragonballs, nor anything else."
"And so? He would have preferred it this way. He knew it was his fault.
As long as we keep him in our heart and soul, he will be there, for you, for
Chichi, for everyone else. Come on, let's go back home."
*Don't say goodbye.*
I turned around to look at the wizen old face covered with wrinkles and
wondered, wondered if he was right. But to me, it all seemed so impossible. Goku
defied the odds so many times; why not this time? I *wanted* Goku back, I wanted
him to be there to greet me every time I finished my lessons, to hug me and
carry me on his shoulder as he flew to his friend's house, to laugh and smile
whenever I told him a story, to raid the kitchen together, to look innocent when
Chichi found out, to see his cheery old smile on his forever young face.
Yet, he was right. I couldn't hold on to the past forever. He knew what
was right; he was the Rou Kaiou-shin.
"But first," Rou Kaiou-shin said to me, his voice in a manner I didn't
like, "can I see your breasts?
I blinked at the statement, watching the drool drip from his toothless
mouth and that halo floating over his head-- and promptly whirled around,
spinkicking him several hundred meters away into the nearest mountain.
Who would have thought Rou Kaiou-shin was a pervert?
******
As I watched the cold rain fall, I wondered if it was all worth it. I
waited so long for the Dragonballs to recharge, and so much longer for the
right time. And yet when I came back, everything was still the same, and not
willing to be undone. Even Chichi had accepted it, but then, to her, Goku had
already died long ago.
Who was I kidding? I was mourning the loss of someone everyone knew was
going to die sooner or later, whether it was the cancer or not.
"Did you have to kick Rou Kaiou-shin that hard?" Kaioubit asked in mild
annoyance as the old dead freak ranted on about how hard I kicked him on one
side of his head.
"The freak deserved it." I continued to look out the window. The rain
matched my mood, dark, dreary, and freezing cold, but not quite snowing.
"Well, from the way he's blubbering, I'd say you're better at martial
arts now." Goten TRIED to be cheerful. "I remember way back when you refused
to learn."
*And disappointed Goku more than what he was ever willing to express.*
I turned my head slowly toward Goten and stared at him. I was positive
that there were tears brimming at the corners of my eyes, but I didn't care
anyway. "Make up for a lost cause. I still don't match any of your former
friends." It was so hard not to run into his arms and cry, not to hug him
and say how much I missed him. He looked so much like his father; the same
carefree smile; the wide eyes and down-set eyebrow; the high forehead; the broad
chest; the powerful curve of his arm where I still remember him carrying me.
"That's because they've been at it for life; you've only started."
*Oh, you don't know. . that doesn't give me any excuse though.*
". . . . .besides, no one was willing to hit you when you were that
little; you looked just like a little doll."
"Do you intentionally choose to say that or something?"
"Huh?"
I sighed. "Nevermind. I guess I just don't feel so good today."
And I didn't. How could I? This planet was different from where
I lived, this country nearly backwater compared to where I stayed. Not
to mention that all the hopes I had were crushed.
*But you knew that early on, and although you denied it, it
egged you all along.
Shutup.*
"Well, I need to talk to you anyway," Goten said to me. "You know
this is the year of the Tenkai-Ichi Budoukai, which is a little early
since the United Nations matter is coming up directly aft--"
"Everyone! Dinner's ready!" Chichi called from the kitchen, stepping
into the dining room occasionally to finish placing the silverware. The set
was only for three, because only three of us actually ate. Kaioubit and Rou
Kaiou-shin didn't need to eat.
"Thanks kassan!" Goten yelled. He turned to look back at me. "Well,
that's dinnertime. If you still remember how it was back then, I would be
impressed."
"I don't have Saiya-jin metabolism."
"Eh? Back then, everyone thought you were perhaps the missing link
between the two races. You ate like one when you were little."
I blushed a furious pink and *would* have hit him, if it wasn't for
the fact I knew hitting him would only end up breaking my hand, not matter
how much living on Alpha 4 had helped me. Besides, I *had* changed. I didn't
eat like a glutton for once (although everyone told me when I was little, I
was quite different) and didn't look like one of those china dolls whose eyes
closed whenever you tipped them over. And I wasn't that beautiful either. Not
with these glasses.
"Hey, Aiwawa, are you coming?"
Of course I was. Who in the world would want to *miss* Chichi's cooking
if they could eat it?
*Are you forgetting something?*
*No, . . not that I can think of. *
Later, I found out Kaioubit went to get some bandages and accidentally
left Rou Kaiou-shin in the room. We went off to dinner, of course.
******
�If aliens were to ever visit the planet Chikyuu, they would think that
perhaps the humans were insane. If they visited any of the offworld colonies
that existed, such as Rigel Five or Alpha 4, they would think we were smart, but
still insane. In truth, I think that the gajins are the ones who are nuts,
building a small road the same width as an eight-lane highway, except that only
four of the lanes can be drive on: the other four are purely for decoration. I
can still Uncle Vejita laughing at that, calling us humans fools. "A complete
waste of space and work," he said: "what a funny little race humans are."
Although I would agree somewhat on the latter statement, I would
disagree with the former. Humans *are* little compared to the races Capsule
Corporation and Associates have introduced through galactic trade, and
perhaps are funnier than most, but places such as the road built purely
for decoration is not a complete waste of work and space. I would have had
the same opinion earlier on, but living on Alpha 4 for six, no, five years
has taught me something about admiring scenery when you can.
Goku once said that Chikyuu was a beautiful place, but to keep it
beautiful, you must also admire it and respect it. That was probably the
most intelligent fact he ever said from his own brain that didn't concern
fighting. Yet, at that, he was so dead right that if he was still alive,
he probably could be anointed the Nobel Peace Prize.
One of the reasons why people lived offworld.
The pollution was getting rather bad in heavily populated cities,
so the council of the United Nations negotiated with major technology and
industrial companies, gambling for perhaps a longer history for mankind.
After all, humans only lived for 400,000 years, insignificant compared to
other former races. And with that, Chikyuu's population was moved off,
part by part. Chikyuu had made incredible progress starting a few years
before the 29th Tenkaichi Budoukai.
Still, from what I have learned, I know that no matter how far
humans traveled, they were still the same because the world revolved
around Da Kaiou-shin and family. Which was exactly why I wasn't
particularly happy after dinner. Well, I *was* happy, but Rou
Kaiou-shin . . well. . .
"Ya know, teeing off the original Kaiou-shin is not the best
action in the world."
"*sigh* Please tell me something I don't know."
"Well, isn't not good for first impressions, especially after
five years."
"Spare me."
It wasn't the fact I was particularly mad in anyway, but everyone
made a big deal out of Rou Kaiou-shin. Why I chose to disrespect him is
unknown to me. Perhaps an ingrained reflex from my childhood?
"Goten honey, why don't you let Aiwawa have some rest? She's had a
tiring day." Chichi stopped at the edge of the doorway. "You will need some
sleep, too."
"Sure mom," Goten called over his shoulder.
I could see the reflection of the woman in the window panes, dotted
by little dots of water. She looked bright, young, and so cheerful, such a
difference from this morning where she cried like there was no end. She
wasn't really that young, more than 65 at the least, but sometime before I
came under her adoptive wing, she had used the Dragonballs to renew her
physical youth so she could hunt down Goku (or something to the likes of that;
no one ever told me the complete version).
There was a pain at the pit of my stomach, a sort of twisted knot
type that simply couldn't go away. It suddenly occurred to me that something
was wrong, so wrong
(is it that bad?
Yes it is)
that Chichi hadn't told me. Something she never told anyone. Then, it
disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Chichi-mama?" I called.
Chichi stopped briefly in her tracks. "Yes?"
"I missed you." My voice was still childish, slightly
singsong-ish type.
******
Perhaps it was just for the effect, or perhaps, it was something more. But
I knew what I came back for a reason. More or less, Chichi still had the tape.
I looked at Chichi, studying her movements. "You have an audio tape?"
She gave a nod, this very much like a bird. "It's the cutest thing
you'll ever hear."
"Which is what you've said for all of them," Goten added. "Though it
is true about Wawa-chan."
I frowned. Everyone always said that for some reason, and it was so
not true.
Chichi only shook her head and insert the tape in the player, pressing
the play button. What came out first was nothing but static, but it cleared,
and you could begin to hear a couple of voices. It started out with a child's
high pitched singsong voice and was followed by an alto voice that was in a
way, more masculine then what the typical man would be:
"Hiya!"
"Say hi to everyone Waa-chan!"
"But I don't wannna! That man scaring me!"
"Come on, say hi."
"Oh, okay. . . hiya!"
There was a deep grumble from someone (I assumed it was Vejita).
What continued was a long ramble of sentences in the cutest little
voice one could imagine, whining endlessly about playing, not wanting to
do any homework, or learning martial arts because they were "tiu hard!" At
some point, Chichi left to do some chores, but I hardly noticed until I heard
someone speaking to me.
"Kawaii desu, ne?" Goten said to me.
"It's. . . . hard to believe that was me." I couldn't find anything
else to say, thinking about how it was literally possible Chichi, Goku and
Goten even put up with me. But it was true; it was cute. So nauseatingly
cute--
*No one was willing to hit you; you looked just like a doll.*
*Yes*, I thought, *just like a little china doll everyone's afraid
of breaking.*
I reached out a hand, stopping the tape with one index finger. For
some reason, it still seemed wrong. I mean, I was like that when I was
little and it just couldn't be that I was such a brat!
"Aiwawa?" Goten got worried.
I buried my face in the crook of my hand arms, hand clasping arms
as I began to cry. My lungs choked as if iron braces had encircled them,
tightening every second, trying to end my life. The tears came as a flood,
the flood of memories streaming endlessly. I saw everything then,
everything that happened, everything that could have. And then, I saw
how foolish I was to simply assume everything was like I thought it was.
"It's okay to cry, Wawa-chan," Goten tried to assure me,
"it's okay."
"Get away from me!" I shrugged off his hand violently and
continued to sob.
*How could I? How could I expect it to be this way?!*
"You can tell me what's wrong." Goten kept his distance
minimum. "It's okay, really."
"What's wrong?!" I lifted my head with a snarl. "*What's wrong?!*
I'll tell you what's wrong! Everything is! Nothing is like I remembered,
nothing like I was told, nothing *ever* like the way it should be. And
everybody's hiding something. I know that!"
Goten calmly approached me, laying a hand on my arm. "But how
much can you tell?
I jumped. . no, *flew* out of my seat, pounding my fists on his
chest. I guess it shocked him how much it had hurt him, and ever more how much
it was huriting me.
"Everyone's changed! It's not like what it used to be! Everyone's
got something to hide and no one is willing to tell me a-an-anything
until it's t-too late! Oh, but Saiya-jins have nothing to worry; you live
forever! A-and it just simply su-sucks. . . "
Anger exhausted, I collapsed on his chest, my chin resting on
his shoulder, dampening his shirt with my tears. Yet, he made no effort to
move me. Instead, he just stood stock still, and after what seemed to be an
eternity, slowly moved one comforting hand around me and began to stroke my hair.
"Sshhh, it's okay, it's okay. . . ."
I never knew Chichi was watching us until Goten told me later, but
even then, I didn't care. I really didn't care. I came for a reason, and I
will accomplish it.
For Goku papa, for him.
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Fin.
If you are confused, don't worry, Everything will be explained one way or
another. As soon as I stop going hyper, I will continue this. .
--Juuchan, chibi jinzouningen
Estoy muy loca.
Definitive parody of live: Unfinished Business
Definitive parody of my non-existent life: OOF!
http://neptune.spaceports.com/~juuchan (I suck at websites. Obvious, neh?)
Act like an angel and get good impressions. Act like an angel in front of
adults and ye can get away with murder.
The one word definition of reality: itsnotmygoddamnplanetgotitmonkeyboy?
The three word definition of life: It goes on.
AIM: Ms Kuchan