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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Twenty-two

You felt the sun on your face before you even recognized that you were awake. It was a warm slice of air but at the same time damnably offensive to your eyes. You put a pillow over your head as you tried to ignore the fact that you were waking up. Unfortunately with how hard it was to breathe lately, the pillow didn’t help. So you were forced to move it.

Slowly you turned over to the side that didn’t have bright open windows letting the sin in. You blinked heavily as you tried to wake up. You needed to get up to get something to eat. That would slow down your deterioration. You knew that. But it felt like an impossible task. You were too weak to really do much lately. It was shocking how week you’d gotten so quickly, how frail you felt.

It had been one week since Goku and you had gotten married. So far he had found and brought back another dragonball but there was still one more to go. You’d lost another ten pounds and no matter what you did, everything hurt. Based on some colorations in your vomit and other waste you had a bad feeling that your kidneys and other such digestive organs were on their last few days.

Mr. Popo tried to help as much as someone could in this situation. At the start Of the week brought you one of those magic beans with every meal. Yesterday, however, there had only been one. You were blowing through their senzu bean supplies like they were going out of style. And that guilt are you up from the inside out.

This time when he came in you made a personal request. You needed a piece of paper, a pen, and something hard to write on. The scary genie man complied with your wishes with a somber tone. The moment that you had it, you worked on a simple letter for Goku. Just Incase. And one for your parents. It was sad how narrow your life had gotten. You’d not kept in touch with any of the friends you’d once had in school. It was hard when they were in that place for 7 hours of their day. But you didn’t regret leaving school for a home study when you had. If you hadn’t you never would have met Goku.

His letter, though the shortest, was the hardest to actually write. Your hand shook as you tried to convey what you’d wanted. Just Incase…

“Why don’t you come outside today?” Kami asked as he stood in the doorway.

You smiled at the old man. After being there for a week you’d almost gotten used to the two of them - Mr. Popo and Kami. They really were among the best.

“Can I borrow your cane?” You joked weakly.

Kami smiled dimly as you started to propped yourself up. “I can arrange something.

With a flash of light you saw what he’d made. Right beside your bed was a wheelchair. And with a pulse coming from the guardian, you felt yourself being lifted into it and gently put down. Mr. Popo went behind to push you in the wheelchair.

“Your energy is almost gone,” Kami explained. “You’re fading fast.”

“Like a falling star,” you agreed.

“We have run out of senzu beans and the last dragonball is proving difficult. He may not make it back in time.”

Your swallowed thickly. You had started to come to terms with that when you realized that you’d gotten less and less of those beans. You had even cried out all of your tears last night. Which is exactly why you weren’t crying now. Instead you were just looking out to the area. Not that you could see much. Your sight had been deteriorating rapidly over the last few days.

“Can I see my parents again?”

Kami looked at you with a great level of understanding. You knew that you sounded like a child but you were passed caring at that point. You were dying. Who cared if some old man thought you were week?

“That can be arranged. Mr. Popo will take you to see them right away.”

You whispered your gratitude. It was better than leaving them a letter you supposed.

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“Oh my dear brave girl,” your mother said as she looked at you from the doorway.

It seemed that she was the only one home. And apparently you’d found tears enough for her. She moved over to you and kneeled down next to you on the chair.

“You’ve run out of time haven’t you?”

You nodded as tears fell from your eyes. You felt her hands grab onto one of yours and onto the wheelchair. She looked at Mr. Popo and smiled a sad smile.

“Thank you for bringing her home. But I think that it’s time I talked with the guardian of the planet. Do you think he would mind the company?”

You weren’t sure who was more shocked at her words. You were going to go with you considering that in the next moment you felt like you were getting pulled through a tunnel made of a galaxy. And in the next second you were back at the lookout.

“Don’t look so shocked dear,” your mother said as she went behind the chair instead of holding onto your hand. “You’re the one who has been going around the world with another saiyan, I’m allowed to have my own secrets.”

“I would like to hear some of those secrets,” Kami said as he walked out of the shadows.

So did you.

Your mother started to push your chair into the building. Kami moved aside for her until everyone was inside the main foyer.

“Mom, what was that?” You asked weakly, feeling your heart racing in fear.

“Instant transmission,” she answered. “Basically teleportation.”

“And how would an Earthling have learned of such a technique?” Kami asked.

“The simple answer is that my brother and I are not Earthlings.”

Your mother had a brother? You’d never met him. You were actually feeling rather cheated now. Also wait, did your mom just say that she wasn’t from Earth? So aliens existed?!

“M-mom?” You asked with a quiver.

“Shh, if you’ll indulge me. I will explained. But first darling, let me start off by saying that while we do like you...maybe love you...my brother and I aren’t your parents. We have just done our best to keep you alive and out of the horror that you were born into.”

Kami stayed quiet. As did you. But you had so, so many questions. Seriously...what the fuck?

She moved around the chair and looked into your eyes again. There was something about her that frightened you. She seemed so calm.

“If you just listen and you agree, there’s still a change you can stay alive sweet Girl. But only if you agree to leave the moment I’m done explaining. If you don’t, we will respect your decision and you can stay here.”

“I…” you stopped talking.

What did you even say to that?

She stood up once more and with a sidewards glance to Kami, started to explain. “My brother and I are from a planet called Yardrats. We were enlisted by our government to experiment on a child that had been sent to us. This child just narrowly escaped the destruction of their home plant. And as luck would have it they landed on our planet in a slightly defective pod so that they didn’t have the neural aggressive programming that the saiyan race was known to employ. Unfortunately when a rich warlord from another nearby planet heard that we had you sweet little girl, they came for you.”

“My government gave you up after my people started to be slaughtered. He wanted you in order to prolong his own life. Their people had learned how to gain near immortal youth by regularly transplanting organs from capatible races. And saiyan organs go for trillions of credits on the black market because adults are so hard to take down, much less in one piece. You were just a child...they harvested everything they wanted from you. My brother and I did what we could to keep you alive with machines until we could escape. They only let us stay with you because they wanted fresh platelets and spinal fluid whenever they wanted. We finally got you out when you were about ten years old...and you had been in the induced coma for so long...it was heartbreaking.”

She gripped your hand tighter. “We made it to Earth and managed to transplant human organs into you. But the only thing that stopped you from rejecting them was the transplants was regular doses of the serum this monsters created. Even that started to weaken as you got older. And then it stopped working shortly before you met that saiyan boy. When he showed up at the door...we knew...it was over. But we did our best. You had a good life here on Earth, didn’t you?”

“...I...I don’t...you’re lying aren’t you? You look so human. I’m human.”

“We’re as human as that Namekian. My brother and I just have a nanite suits on to blend into this world. Haven’t you ever wondered why we’ve never taken you swimming? Or went outside of the house when it was raining?”

Your head was swimming. You looked over to Kami for any sort of help. Her explanations only brought up a million more questions.

“But I remember being a child, I remember…”

“Memory implants. It was easy to compile a bunch of memories from local children and place them into a neural programming helmet. Over the years, your mind filled in the gap with what made sense to you. Now we don’t have any more time. If we leave now I might be able to save your life. But only if we leave right now.”

“Will I get to come back?” You asked.

“Maybe. I can’t promise you when. But my brother and I will do everything in your power to save your life. But only if we leave right now.”

You had no way of knowing that Goku was on the way back with the last Dragonball. That he was only a few minutes away.

Weakly you nodded at the woman you had called your mother for years. Then you looked to Kami and spoke. “Remember you promised to help him.”

And before you even had time to hear his response, your not-mother took you off of the planet via instant transmission.
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