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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Thirty-two
It had only been a few months but you wouldn't believe how much you had missed flying. It wasn't exactly the same. You weren't on nimbus so there was a different feeling. You had to hold your body straight, using your spine and core muscles, but it was easier than you would have thought given the fact that Gohan was going to so fast. Gohan's arms were around your ribs. He tried to hold onto your middle by your waist but then with your hair in the way he hadn't been able to see. Either way you were kind of enjoying yourself. It felt nice; safe. Also you missed the sensation of flying. It was very much like swimming without the sensation of being wet and getting pruney, coupled with the feeling of the wind in a car hitting you in the face. Though if you had to choose you'd say the nimbus was better simply because it was easier to relax. Being held wasn't bad though, but you could feel how uncomfortable Gohan was with all the physical contact.
The only complaint you had at the moment was the fact that he was going too fast for you to really take in the sights. That was a pity. You were also highly confused about where he decided was 'private' considering the fact that you had passed the city edge a long time ago. And by long you meant that you and Gohan had been flying for maybe two minutes - that's just how fast he was going.
"What's your hurry?" You asked him, hoping that he'd be able to hear you over the wind.
He did, thankfully. You were also suddenly thankful that you didn't get a bug in your mouth. Was that a concern with flying? Of did the wind breaking bullet shape keep those away? You sort of wanted to reach out to see if you could get your hand through the barely visible barrier just to see if it was a semi-solid or if it was a trick of light.
"I want to hear your story. But I also wanted to introduce you to some really important people."
...oh...he better fucking not be talking about who you thought he was talking about. You tried to figure out if you were headed towards the mountains. Unfortunately you'd gotten lost in the sensation of flying right off the bat that you hadn't paid that much attention. That was probably a mistake. What you noticed however was that you and Gohan were now over another large city and...it looked familiar. You'd been there before. Your mind paused as an extremely large, semi-circular building. Capsule Corp.
"Bulma," you whispered to yourself.
"What'd you say?" Gohan asked as he started the descent.
You braced yourself for touchdown but Gohan kept you lifted off the ground, gently letting you touch back down. He must have had a lot of practice with that. Which would have been a lot more interesting if you weren't about to panic. You also would have noticed the fact that he looked quite embarrassed, though he was trying to hide it by not facing you.
There were two other strong power levels pretty much right through the door. And in response you locked yours down so tightly that you weren't sure anyone would be able to tell you from the next person on the street. Gohan looked down at you as he stepped a little to the side, seperating away from you at an appropriate distance. He noticed that you'd started to look around and withdraw. Gohan shook his head with a good natured smile.
"They're not going to hurt you. Bulma is one of the best people I've ever met, and her son Trunks will be excited to see you. Vegeta...well...he's not so bad," Gohan said with a sort of nervous chuckle.
"I feel like you tricked me," You said unhappily, staring at him sourly.
"No, no! I didn't mean to trick you! I know you didn't want to come over to my house but I thought…" he motioned towards the big Capsule Corps, "this would be better."
"How?!" You demanded loudly, waving your arms around a bit.
When you realized that you'd just yellowed at the tall teenager, you clamped your hands on your mouth. So much for keeping as low of a profile as possible. Though you doubted that someone yelling out 'how' would catch the same amount of attention as waving your ki around. At least in this situation.
"Uh…"
See he couldn't even come up with one. Gohan laughed nervously. That didn't stop him from reaching out to grab your hand when he saw that you were about to focus so you could run away. You may have abused the technique but...it was how you managed life in your new situation. Besides the more you used it the better you got. And at least you had one advantage if things got to be really bad. Assuming that your opponent gave you the two seconds it took to concentrate, raise your hand, and disappear.
"Come on, please?" Gohan said as he held onto your non dominant hand, looking directly into your eyes. "I promise you - if anything happens I'll be there okay? But nothing's going to happen."
He was jittery and excited. It was odd how you knew that but you brushed it off.
"If they end up hating me it's your fault," you muttered to him, softly submitting.
Gohan smiled and led you into the building. The woman who let you in was one you'd met in passing the last time you were in the building. This time she looked quite a deal older; her blond hair wasn't nearly as fresh looking. And she was moving a lot slower than you remember. Considering you just saw her maybe...half a year ago as far as your perception went (give or take a few weeks) it was so strange. You knew you'd been gone for a long time but it was just strange to see the effects. It was like reality was bending all around you and you couldn't keep up.
Soon you were at a table, kicking your legs back and forth, with your tail laid over your lap. The tip kept twitching up and down as you nervously waited to see what was going to happen. Thankfully Gohan was across the table and nothing bad had happened yet.
"Where did you want me to start?" you asked, nervously.
"Uh, well...I guess from the beginning. That way everything makes sense."
You shook your head slightly. Starting from what you understood as the beginning would probably make the situation worse. It definitely made things a bit more confusing seeing as you'd have to contradict yourself a lot.
"The beginning makes it worse. Uh...let me just…" how did you explain this. "Okay, so there is a lot and I'm going to try and explain it but it won't make sense until I tell you the full story okay?"
He nodded and you took a deep breath.
"First, I guess I was born on the saiyan homeworld. I don't remember it at all. I don't know how old I was when I left because I don't know when it was destroyed. My ship was on route to another planet and I guess it malfunctioned. I crash landed on Yardrats and seeing as it wasn't programmed to make me an aggressive little thing, I guess the Yardrats took care of me. They ran what they told me were harmless experiments to see what I could do I guess. They'd never seen a saiyan before. But then word got out to a traveling warlord who wanted to use my body for spare parts. Apparently our organs and other things go for trillians out in space. My adopted parents managed to convince the warlord to take them with him, and me, so they could keep me alive in a coma like state. That way there would be a constant supply of blood, platelets, spinal fluid and everything else. But most of my organs were harvested. My heart was the first thing to go, then my kidneys, stomach, liver...I was cut up so many times that it's a wonder there were enough machines to keep me in that vegetable state."
Gohan looked so disgusted that you nearly flinched. But you held your ground. This wasn't what was emotional for you. Everything about this time in your life had been told to you. You remembered none of it. It was just like talking about something that came out of a textbook.
"Maybe two or three years of harvesting parts from me and doing their best to keep me alive, my adopted parents finally found the opportunity to get me away from that life. They came to Earth with me. They transplanted human organs into my body which...I guess worked for some time. They used a serum that the warlord had created to make sure that the transplants didn't fail. And they compiled memories from a lot of local kids to put in my brain. Like all the big milestones that kids on Earth go through. They said my brain just filled in the gaps as I got older so I honestly couldn't tell you what I actually lived through and what's real. At least not up until I was fifteen. Then the serum they'd been giving me started to fail. My body started to reject the organs. None of the doctors that the schools sent me to had any idea what was actually happening. So they just told me that my body was running on hyperdrive and it was causing my other organs to fail."
"Oh man…"
"Yeah, hurt like hell. Some days I could run a mile a minute. Other days it would hurt to get out of bed. The hurting part happened way more often as I got closer to dying. And I was dying. They'd given me a death date and everything. They told me I would die sometime after I turned eighteen."
"...but you're still alive," Gohan was confused. "Does that mean you only have a few years to live?"
"Hey, Gohan...let me finish. It might make a bit more sense if you do."
Gohan shifted in his seat, nervously. You could see the concern on his face and you sort of hated that. The look of pity and fear. You really hated that. It made you feel so weak again. Like you were right back in your failing body and could do nothing but wait for death.
You tilted your head up and looked up at the ceiling. Okay, deep breath. He wasn't meaning anything bad by it. He wasn't meaning to make you feel like all of the bad memories and feelings were going to come rushing back at any moment. He didn't know how the story went. It was definitely a doozy.
"When I was seventeen I met a boy. Your father," you told him. And you held up your hand was a serious expression, daring him to speak up. Gohan closed his mouth tightly. "He was training with Kami at the time but he came back down to get life experience. He said training, I said life. Well I never actually told him I thought it was because he needed life experience but...it was kind of obvious. Your father didn't even know how to order a hamburger. Anyways, I'm getting off topic. I met him and we got to know each other. We became pretty good friends. But then he found out that I was dying. And like the hero that he was, he decided that we were going to go hunt the dragonballs to make me better."
A sort of realization started to pass over Gohan's face. Oh boy was he in for a shock. There really was no way to truly predict the next part of your story. And you weren't even going to get into the details.
"With Bulma's help...for things like a capsule house to go and the dragon radar, we were able to get to five of the balls fairly easily. But by that time I was a wreck. I didn't look like it but yeah, I was giving out. My body had been put under so much stress that every day was a challenge to do normal activities. I pushed it so your dad didn't see it until the end. He'd brought back the sixth ball and at that point they'd run out of senzu beans at the lookout. I wasn't going to make it. Kami had Popo bring me to my adopted parents. At the time I didn't know they had adopted me so...you can guess the next part was a shock and a half. I found out that they adopted me, that my parents were actually brother and sister. And no, they weren't incestous. They just raised me together. So...anyways, they were from Yardratz. And yes they look like aliens. No I had never seen them that way because of a lot of science and technology. My adopted mother told me what was happening, told me that I was a saiyan, that your father was one, and that the guardian of the world was a Namekian. Up to that point I had no idea about any of that. Like, none. She gave me the choice to die on Earth of leave and possibly live. Even though it really hurt to leave everyone behind, I figured that I could come back when I was healed. I didn't think it would be as long as it was. And trust me, it was a long time...like, I was kept in cryostasis for almost seventeen years while they regrew organs from my dna to reassemble me."
"Oh wow...so you're...actually my dad's age?"
"Legally yes?" you answered uncertainty. "Mentally and physically no. I only remember about maybe, maybe eighteen years worth of things. And most of that is all made up crap that I didn't even live through. It's just that I'm about as experienced with life as most eighteen year olds I guess."
"But you're in sophomore year. I thought you were supposed to be sixteen like me," Gohan pointed out.
"I had been doing home studies since I was fifteen. And then I took like half a year off when I met your dad. And when I woke up from being patched back together, I stayed for rehabilitation. There's where I learned how to hide my ki and the instant transmission technique. I learned that while I was figuring out my new body. Or at least...it felt new to me. I could actually do things, you have no idea how nice it is to be able to run around without worrying about if I was going to have my heart fail," you said, smiling weakly at that point. "And since I couldn't exactly come back as...well me, I had papers forged saying that I'm my own daughter. Which is weird, and probably very disturbing on some level. I changed my last name and I really don't know why, it wasn't actually needed. But I didn't...feel completely like the same person so I thought I needed something different. Your dad's name just seemed natural. He's the reason I'm who I am now. Without him, I have no idea where I'd be or who I'd be."
"Yeah, he has that effect on people," Gohan smiled fondly.
He had no idea.
"Anyways, I didn't think I would be up to the senior level. I'd spent too much time out of school. So I thought that being a sophomore might work. As long as it meant I could have a chance at life again, I didn't mind going through some of the years over. Besides in all the years I was away...there was a lot to learn about history. Earth's been busy."
"That's one way to put it," Gohan remarked.
"Long story short. I'm legally old, mentally and physically young. I'm a patchwork doll with new parts and stolen memories. And I'm still new to being an alien even though that's the way I was born."
Gohan tilted back in his chair. You could see that you'd given him a lot to think about.
"THAT'S SO COOL!"
You turned to look at the kid in the doorway. His eyes were side and his mouth was open in quite a smile.
...wow, he was pretty strong for such a tiny little thing.
"So you're a saiyan like me and Gohan huh?"
"She's a full saiyan like my dad and your dad," Gohan corrected him.
"So cool," the little boy said with a smile.
You turned your body towards him and smiled. It was hard to summon a real one as all of the memories swirled in your head. But you managed. He seemed so happy.
"Where'd you find this one?"
The voice was rough and gruff. It didn't sound like he was very happy. You looked up from Trunks to see a man who was dotting off sweat from his brow. His hair was dark and defied gravity, eyes dark and focused. He shared more traits with Gohan it seemed like than the little boy which you assumed was his own son. That was sort of odd.
"...I'll go now," you said quietly under the gaze of the aggressive man.
He grunted as he sat the rag back down around his neck. Instead of paying you very much mind, the man walked over to the fridge. You stood up and started out the door. Or you would have depite Gohan trying to tell you that you didn't need to leave...if it wasn't for the lilac haired boy. He brought you down to your knees rather quickly.
You were paralyzed as the little tyke grabbed your tail.
"Trunks let go!" Gohan called out.
You gripped your hands as you tried not to jerk around. It only hurt worse when you did that.
"Huh? Why? Does it hurt?"
You nodded, trying not to bite your tongue.
From behind you, you heard Vegeta make a snide comment, "So you're still weak enough to be stopped by your tail? Pathetic."
"Vegeta, play nice," Bulma's voice called out as she too entered the area. Her son, Trunks, finally let go of your tail. "You're just jealous that yours still hasn't grown back."
You knew that your own adopted parents had helped you grow yours back. And that Gohan kept saying that his grew back when he needed it to survive. But there was something comforting hearing that it could grow back from another source. Like third time's the charm sort of deal. While you were sure it was a great weakness to have you'd gotten attached to the thing. It felt right, like it made you whole.
Without saying another word, Vegeta walked right back out of the room with a carton of orange juice in his hand.
"I swear...that man," Bulma let out a deep breath being smiling. "Hi, I'm Bulma...hey, you look familiar. Have we met before?"
You nodded. "I was friends with…"
Huh, you weren't supposed to say his name.
"She was friends with Gohan's dad!" Trunks said for you.
You nodded. Good. You didn't have to find another awkward way to put it. "Yes, I was. You lent us the dragon radar and the house. Sorry, I don't think we ever returned any of that to you."
"Don't sweat it. But seriously? You're the same girl? Gheeze, Saiyan genetics are unfair. You barely look like you aged a day."
"She was frozen mom, she's still only like eighteen," Trunks filled her in.
Bulma looked down and then back to you. "So was that your wish? To get frozen in time until you could get fixed or something?"
You shook your head. "No, it was actually too late to use the dragonballs. I had outside help at the last minute. Kami made a different wish...when I was off planet."
You had Gohan's interest again. Not that you'd ever really lost it to begin with. But it had been reinvigorated with that. "Kami made a wish?"
"Yes," you nodded. "I was really good friends with your dad. Kami made him think that I died before he could save me. That way he didn't try to go off world to find me...or bring me back before I had time to heal. Either way would have killed both of us. But your dad really couldn't handle that kind of failure. We were pretty close. So...Kami made a wish. Your dad can't remember me. And he won't remember me until I call out his name. Something like that."
Gohan went quiet. "My dad has been dead for years."
"Yes, I know," you said quietly.
"Well that's lame. Kami sounds mean," Trunks spoke out.
Internally you agreed with him. It hurt so much to know that Goku didn't remember you. And that the moment you said his name on Earth...he might remember if he ever came back. You didn't want that to happen. But at the same time you did. If he did remember and chose to stay with his family you'd break. If he remembered but chose you...then you'd be a homewrecker. You didn't want either of those things to happen.
"Why don't you just say his name already?" Trunks said.
"I don't want him to feel bad," you finally settled on an edited version. "...we were really close and he took what he thought was my death really hard. Knowing him, he'll feel like shiiii uuuuuh, crap...yeah, anyways. He'd feel bad for not coming after me."
And again, you didn't want to ruin Gohan's family. He didn't deserve that. Neither did the mini-goku named Goten. You weren't going to wreck their family on purpose; you also didn't want your heart any more broken than it already was.
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