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[Thread Power Level: 100,000] [Katchin wrists flavoured as ki disorder. Current PL: 50,000]
Darkness.
For a very long time all he he could sense was endless darkness of oblivion, as if existence was nothing but a glimpse of pulsating energy - a fragment of a broken, almost destroyed soul that insisted on lingering, refusing to be erased - in the middle of nowhere. The void where time and space were nothing but an empty concept, a place not even the gods could easily access, no matter if they were entities of creation or destruction. In a sense, it was a place that wasn’t even supposed to exist, a bug in the fabric of the multiverse, created whenever divine intervention was due, even if unknowingly and unwillingly.
Little by little that fragment grew, fusing together with another forgotten soul that happened to be there. They were separate and yet wouldn’t be able to continue on existing without the other. Attracted by the emptiness of nothingness, they merged into a single soul that was not the first nor the second, but a brand new soul. The fusion of the very essence of the being was something that defied even the magnanimity of the potara fusion of a kai. Some would even say that the merge of souls was unprecedented, but yet, it happened.
The universe is full of miracles.
Alas, the soul was now whole, but consciousness was still non-existent; it was still hibernating from the shock of shattering from the first soul and complete oblivion of the second - too much stress to be handle by the souls of mortals, no matter how legendary they were in life. But that’s the cycle of life. One may achieve greatness, but he will die nonetheless. Only legacy can live forever, and legacy doesn’t mean anything in the reincarnation process. A soul must start anew, no matter what.
That’s the fate of mortals.
But this case… This case was quite different. It was a forced resurrection, an incomplete and unknown process. The body began to form itself around the soul, harnessing the lingering energy both souls had before merging. Bones, veins, organs, muscular tissue. Little by little it started taking form. Not that of a fetus. No, this process was far too complicated and odd to go through the normal means of life. It was a life granted by the wishes of the Kaioshin, something beyond what a normal mortal could achieve by the ways of biology.
The race belonged to that of the two souls that composed the being: a saiyan, which was made obvious by the tail that slowly sprouted from his back, curling as the body moved to a fetal position, being nourished by divine energy.
12 years old. That’s the maturity that body reached as it was completely formed. An odd number, some may say, but who’s entitled to question the will of the gods, even if the gods themselves don’t know what they desired when it happened. The soul was also wise with his desires. At that age he isn’t completely naive, but at the same time is not completely stubborn, filled with solid beliefs that are hard to be changed. Flexibility, just like the bamboo, the greatest example of the martial arts world.
The world of void the body and soul were in started to fade away, like dust in the wind and from the complete darkness, a new darkness surged. It wasn’t as pitch black and empty. No, it’s canvas was blessed with sparkling dots of blue starlight. The waning moon smiled at his rebirth.
The naked body floated in the skies, still in fetal position, with his eyes closed, as if he was peacefully sleeping. Then, like an impulse, it stretched and clothes magically appeared around his body; a symbol of his warrior’s soul molded by life, death and blood. Shortly after that the soul’s silver cord was finally ruptured and his connection to the otherworld severed.
Like a feather in a windless night, it slowly fell to the ground, landing atop of the sand of the island’s beach. The caressing waves gently touched his shoes while the rest of his body cuddled at the brown grains.
As if a jolt of lightning had struck the body, his eyes twitched and he grimaced. Countless random images crossed his half-asleep mind and he suffered because of that.
Battles.
Countless battles.
A never ending wave of violence, hatred, blood and death. Suffering, loss, despair. All those feelings flooded the boy’s heart and they hurt him. They hurt like a knife’s blade piercing right through his heart and thus he cried. The tears rolled down his face, watering the sand below his face. His hand twitched now and he grabbed the sand, as if it could save his life, but it escaped through his fingers, just like the hope was escaping his heart.
”N-no…” his first word muttered in this life was a plea for mercy. He didn’t want this suffering, this pain, this burden and yet he was paying the price of the actions his new self didn’t perform. Was it fair? Was it justice? That’s a question that cannot be easily answered, but he was condemned to suffer it nonetheless. And it made him angry. It’s easy to turn sorrow and sadness into rage and the grimacing and pained expression quickly turned into a fury.
Upheaval that led to an outbreak. The boy pushed himself up and was now on his four limbs, panting heavily. More blood, death, war. Broken bonds and lost comrades. Failure. Ultimate failure. What had this soul accomplished? In the end, nothing. He wasn’t sure what he was seeing, it felt like a movie, like he was living the life of someone else. It was weird, but the feelings were so real, that he couldn’t help but to absorb those feelings. ”N-no!” this time his voice wasn’t a mutter, but a stammering shout. ”No!” now there was no stammering, but a clear conviction. He didn’t want that, it was not fair!
His aura was flared, ghostly-white and pure, but the feeling of his ki was of regret and shame. He had failed. He wasn’t sure why or in which way, but there was no doubt about that. He let people down, he had been foolish and was paying the price. His eyes finally opened and the first thing he saw was the drawings of his tears on the sand, the image of impotence and weakness and he hated it.
He frowned his brows and grabbed the sand again, with so much force that this time it didn’t escape through his fingers. The boy gritted his teeth hard and growled. He pushed himself backwards, sand in his hands and now was standing atop his knees. ”NO!” he shouted with all his lungs. His aura intensified, sending the sand around him flying away as if he was the epicentre of a cyclone. ”NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!” his tears were pouring down his face relentlessly and the rage made veins pop out in his temples.
His aura flicked from white to gold and his hair waved upwards as he felt the hatred against himself to burn like the flames of hell, hurting his heart. He opened one of his hands and grabbed his chest, where his heart was supposed to be. ”It hurts! I don’t want it to hurt!!! I hate it! I hate it!!!” he wished he could just rip his heart of his chest, but the only thing he felt was even more pain and so he shut his eyes closed with his feature facing the skies above, almost as if he was instinctively pleading to the gods for mercy, but none came.
”AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” that scream came from his very broken soul and his power exploded for a second, ascending the legendary super saiyan state, but his body was not yet ready for such power and as quickly as it came, it faded away.
The golden aura vanished together with all the energy the boy had and he plummeted back to the sand, passing out from the sudden burst of power he withstood. He was out cold, but still crying.
If a star wished to be born, there was one thing that it must do: collapse. It must collapse, it must crumble, it must combust and die in the darkest of night; destroy itself to become new. So that's what he did; he collapsed. He crumbled. He died. But this was not his destruction; this was his birth.
• • •
The face of this Saiyaness had been met by the pressuring winds due to the velocity of her being in flight, its cool breezes fingering through the fluttering tresses of her pallid blonde hair as the female soared throughout the skies at a rapid pace. The force of nature’s winds had whipped back all the strands from the woman’s face, her bangs that had once been safely secured behind her ears now whirling and wavering through the combing fingers of the howling wind. She could feel the airflow as it swept along the warmth of her skin in an invisible ocean of exultation, a ghastly aura surrounding her being as she flew en route to the Kame House residence. The evening was in a state of tranquility as nighttide was languidly nearing, the ocean below at rest and the sky a mesmerizing display of radiant glows.
The Saiyaness’s oculi of phosphorescent golds gazed down amongst the motioning waters below, her molten heart captivated by the gentle blur of ocean life as her being soared. The ocean beneath was lovely; dark and deep. It soothed her soul as she temporarily admired it, the pummeling winds made of haunting souls that moaned and groaned in whistles and whispers as she flew. It's ghostly choir chilled the breeze, orchestrating a rise of gooseflesh amongst the plains of her ecru skin as the woman once more repositioned her face to gaze ahead.
And then she felt it.
Such power. The gooseflesh that had invaded the body of this female soon grew harsh in its course as her being suddenly received the apperception of one’s power level nearby, the outburst evoking her oculi to narrow ever so slightly. It had erupted immensely, rising swiftly like a sole flame that had bursted into a wildfire; although, the combustion succumbed to defeat, dying rapidly like a blown out wick as the hybrid cautiously pursued the location behind such energy. The dame’s honeyed orbitals perused the inferior acreage below as she flew toward the source of withering energy, the Saiyaness attempting to scout out any oddities in case it was a possible ruse, aware that some suppressed their ki to conceal—one could never be too sure.
But oddly enough, Sonoshee saw nothing...but a mere boy.
The sight forced her heart to swell in the midst of her throat, ceasing one’s breath. As if the young boy had been washed ashore, he laid motionless amongst the island’s dampened shoreline, the gentle lapping of the sea’s waves purling and plashing against the hardened outsoles of his boots. From within the sky, Sonoshee aimed her body in his direction as she concernedly approached him, sighting no personal valuables within close proximity of his body. It was as if the ocean had chewed him up raw and spit him out dry. Only a feet away from him now, the blonde pointed her toes directly downward and rose a left knee as she gracefully descended from her flight, landing softly upon the powdered sand with her right foot before her left.
The sight of this boy laying so lifelessly demolished the thumping organ that hid behind her fragile rib cage, Sonoshee’s beauteous features contorting into a disheartening expression of confusion and utter tribulation. It harmed her greatly, the vulnerable sight of this boy; had these newfound wounds on her heart been translated onto her skin, not a being could possibly recognize the Saiyaness as she sorrowfully gazed upon him. He couldn't have been any older than that of a pre-teen, his face youthful and tender as he unconsciously laid there; fresh, glistening trails of salted tears were present along his cheeks. It was quite the untold story of what had happened to the young boy, the woman left with no indications of his whereabouts or identity. Not a single belonging near. He had nothing; nothing but the very clothes that he wore. It was in that moment of observation that her mind had been made up:
Sonoshee was not going to abandon the vulnerable boy.
Without delay, the bronze dame had quietly stepped around him and now stood just before his thick of onyx hair, his body laying out before her as her fragile hands tenderly cupped the underneath of his arms. Delicate phalanges coiled inward as she grasped ahold of him, Sonoshee thoughtfully pulling him back a few feet to remove him from the tickling waves of the shoreline. Once she had done so, the Saiyaness lowered oneself onto her knees within the sand, situating her rear amongst the heels of her boots as she sat back upon her legs. Desiring to bring nothing but comfort, the blonde had cautiously raised his head and placed it amongst the surface of her toned thighs, the dame relaxing the contraction of her quadriceps to lessen the hardness beneath his head, providing much cushion for the young boy. There was the option of bringing him back to the Kame House, but that would have required the Saiyaness to reposition his being and carry him; although he had no external wounds to the naked eye, it was unknown as to whether or not he had an internal injury. Flying back with him could possibly endanger him if he were injured, and that was not a risk the woman was willing to take.
She would wait here on the vacant island.
As Sonoshee fixated her sights amongst him, she found herself holding her breath, listening intently to his deep, even exhalations as his being remained benumbed, her hair loosening and beginning to slide as she leaned forward over him to directly peer at his face. As she had, individual strands of caramel blonde uncoiled over the bronze skin of her shoulders, one by one, and slowly at first, then all locks at once. One hand rose to set back the silky tresses behind her ears whilst the other buried her nimble fingers into the black, spiky strands upon his head, gently working apart them apart, lifting and spreading them. “What happened to you…?” the blonde inquired in a dazed tune, her voice soft and mellifluous as she pondered aloud. The blonde stroked the boy’s hair with the slightest of pressure, fearing that any additional weight would disrupt his deep rest. There was something so tender, so motherly about the gesture as she attempted to provide the unconscious boy comfort, Sonoshee’s oculi crestfallen as her eyelids drifted down in a somber fashion, silently observing his childish features beneath her. It was a nurturing gesture, one that might as well have been the Saiyaness whispering you're safe now into the quiet depths of his benumbed state. She could only wonder just how long it’d be ‘til the boy woke, but she had not minded;
That idea struck his unconscious mind over and over again. In the middle of the endless darkness that once again dominated over the infant saiyan, he could see flashes of memories. Again, they didn’t really feel like their own memories. No, he was watching it from a spectators point of view, but at the same time the feelings were way too real. The oddest part, though, was that he remembered those things from more than one perspective, with more than one feeling pouring into his frail and lost heart. One was far more predominant and relevant than the other to the point it was unfair to even compare, but there was more than one nonetheless and that just added to the immense mess and confusion on his head.
On the outside he grimaced again, heavily breathing - almost panting - as he struggled in a realm that wasn’t accessible by those who were in the realms of reality, but other than that he was just out for the count. When the maiden approached, he could sense her presence, but at first he didn’t distinguish it from the memories that were coming as a meteor shower, sparkling for a brief moment, intense and overwhelming, only to fade away immediately after as another one began to shine.
It was hard to keep up with all that and he honestly couldn’t really cope with it all. Slowly but steadily, one body of pure light was approaching, walking unopposed by all the flashes of memories as if it was a being that transcended time and space itself. It was impressive and warm and, from his spectators standpoint, he stared directly at that golden form in awe. His soul was almost begging for this golden creature to save him from this nothingness, where he was plenty and not enough at the same time. A dichotomy, some may say; a specially painful one.
“What is it to exist? Maybe we don’t exist.” the question was scary. To think that all of this could be nothing but a illusion of a delusional soul was frightening and whenever this thought crossed his mind he felt like choking. No, not even choking, he felt like drowning in a onyx sea of sorrow and doom.
He feared what he was has, what he was maybe becoming. It felt like he was losing the struggle within. He could no longer restrain his despair, his worries. His strength was fading, with was made obvious by the sudden plummeting of his energy signature; he was giving in.
[Power Level drops to 20,000]
But then the light approached again, spreading its warmth and reaching his core, just like the tender touch of a mother. But how did he know that it was a mother’s touch? Which memory was responsible for telling him that? He looked deep into his core once again, waking up and slowly emerging from the onyx sea of hopelessly and stared into the empty black skies, where some memories - blurry memories - were exposed before him. He had no motherly references in neither the lives he could reach for, so why did it feel somewhat familiar?
A painful moan could be heard as the maiden adjusted his head onto her lap and he could remember that from somewhere, somewhere deep within his memories, something his soul had to fight a whole path of thorns just to grasp at that concept. ”T-to… M-mo…” just like an impulse from a broken heart, he uttered a word that could or could not make sense to the bronze-skinned woman that was tending to him. He didn’t quite know why he had said that or what exactly he did remember, but it felt like that was the best motherly reference his mind and shattered soul could access right now.
What did this word mean to him it was yet unknown, but his power level began to rise again and go back to “normal” and his eyes slowly opened. He blinked twice as he stared at the sand, seeing a comfortable and warm “pillow” of bronze where his head was resting and, somehow he cuddled a bit, crouching into some sort of fetal position. What was this feeling? ”Mommy…” he whispered without stammering this time as he once again closed his eyes. ”You feel like a mom… But I’m not sure what is a mom… It’s warm… And I was so cold… The light… I saw the light coming and it felt good… I was drowning in… Nothingless…” and even though he was speaking, he wasn’t really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth; it was his heart speaking, not his mind.
Then he opened his eyes again and he moved his head so he could stare at her. His eyes were still sleepy, but they spoke a lot; the boy’s eyes didn’t match a boy his age, they were much older and filled with melancholy. And above all that, they looked absurdly familiar, even though the boy was not.
A glaze of perplexity skimmed the golden oculi of this Saiyaness as the very neurons within her mentality rapidly erupted in order to anatomize the child’s incomplete mutter, Sonoshee’s intellect feverishly whisking through words, faces, phrases and memories, any and all valuable recollections to aid in the process of deciphering the youngling’s somber murmur. What could he have meant to sputter out? Had he meant...tomorrow? If so, what was tomorrow? Or had he somehow been acquainted with...Tomoroko? The maiden’s dark eyebrows kneaded into a contorted expression of puzzlement, perplexed by the plausible concept. Could he...have known Tomoroko? But if so, how? Though in the midst of her baffling thoughts, the woman felt her own breath cease within her lungs, her beauteous features now softening at the visual of the youth’s fragile eyelids arising; his beautiful and dark orbitals were now vulnerable as they were exposed to the world afore him, blinking away the darkness of unconsciousness as he came to surface.
The sun-kissed being of this Saiyaness glaciated upon such a sight, a feeble blush flourishing amid her cheeks as her heart swelled beneath her bones with ebullience to the boy’s awakening. It meant he was alright; the boy was going to be alright. Brimming with utter alleviation, Sonoshee’s lungs inflated as her nude lips produced a sigh of relief, her bronze shoulders momentarily sinking with collected composure. Having been laying laterally amongst his side, the child had coiled his limbs inward as he shriveled up into a fetal position, gently cuddling himself into the warmth of the hybrid’s thighs. A subtle gasp exuded from the her, Sonoshee easily awed by the youth’s mindless action of affection; he was so vulnerable and innocent that it pained her. Gently now, Sonoshee allowed her soft fingers to presume their work as they brushed back the locks that tickled his forehead, each spike sluggishly falling back into place as the blonde laced her fingers throughout his mane. He was quiet for a moment, and she had wished to ask him a few questions, but then he spoke barely above a whisper;
and she had almost wished that she hadn’t heard him.
"Mommy… You feel like a mom… But I’m not sure what a mom is… It’s warm… And I was so cold… The light… I saw the light coming and it felt good… I was drowning in… Nothingness…” the vulnerable child had meekly whispered, his head shifting upon her lap to gaze directly at her. His heavy lids faltered with the weight of slumber, the onyx depths of his irises mirroring a galaxy of exhaustion and dejection. His tender eyes drooped with age as they softly blinked away the lingering grasps of sleep, silent yet, voluminous in a sense of...familiarity. Though, the wonderment of how such eyes had been familiar to Sonoshee was cast aside as the Saiyaness found herself pained by his fragile words. Carefully unwinding one’s fingers from the boy’s luscious locks, the blonde’s hand rose to cup itself around her mouth, Sonoshee’s honeyed irises faintly quivering in place as one’s earthling heart absorbed his disheartening words. Slowly, then rashly all at once, a glistening liquid swelled along the very brims of the woman’s lower eyelids, her dark lashes crashing into the droplets with each blink and tangling wet beads of salt betwixt her long lashes.
He didn’t know what a mother was...?
Though, she couldn’t be one to question such; had Sonoshee not devoted herself to the Saiyan Alliance some years ago, she too, would not have known what a ‘mother’ quite was. She was raised by a militant Saiyan of few words, a domineering man with a warrior’s heart; thus, had she not observed from afar the love that Tomoroko showered her beloved boys with, this Saiyaness wouldn’t have known the mere essence of such affection, either; and certainly, from what she had witnessed, there existed no greater love than that of a mother’s.
Removing a hand from one’s quivering mouth, the Saiyaness dismissed the swelling tears that swayed upon her lids as she silently blinked them aside, once more placing her hand amongst his head and gently brushing his bangs back. Not a word pierced the silent air, the only notable soundtracks to be heard were the faint rustles of wind-blown palm fronds and the lapping choir of sea-salt waves; and although the Saiyaness was silent, her mind was screaming bloody hell. There had been an innumerable count of questions Sonoshee so desperately wished to inquire of the boy, but so little opportunity was present in his given state. Was he in danger? Harmed? Where was he from? How did he end up here? How old was he? Where was his parent, if still alive...? Though, to avoid overwhelming the lost boy, the Saiyaness chose to interrogate and dissect his origins in a later time when he was well rested, and instead of pummeling him with such, the bronze hybrid queried the simplest of inquiries.
“What is your name, handsome?”
Upon questioning the youngling, the face of this Saiyaness innocently sank to the side as her head of blonde cocked at a slight angle, her honey-gold irises disappearing behind closed lids as a captivating smile waltzed upon the woman's simpering lips; and in this smile had there been something far more beautiful than the stars themselves: the existence of sincere kindness. Indeed it was true, Sonoshee was not the strongest, nor the fastest. And yes, perhaps it was possibly true that her being did shame those of her kind for being nothing but a mutt; a crossbreed of Earthling and Saiyan blood, not authentic like those who were pure-bred. But she was a good woman;
a good person.
A beautiful soul who always put others before oneself, a kind soul who carried nothing but light in her smile and love deep within her bones; a Saiyaness with the charming heart of an emotional Earthling. She had simply cared far too much, and was much too kind for one’s own good—and sometimes, such was a disadvantage. But of course, only would a fool underestimate the power of a kind woman, for in this world of blood and battle, kindness was a choice that stemmed from one’s incredible strength. And in that moment that the Saiyaness smiled at the cradling boy who so vulnerably laid his head upon her lap, she had ever so willingly devoted her being into caring for his lost soul. Be it temporary, or awhile, she’d help him, she’d care for him.
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