The Gifta CAPOW backstory by Dot
--Core Universe: Dragon Ball
Debris littered the empty streets, and the main road that ran through the city bore an enormous slash down its length. Many of the buildings had been demolished completely, and the few that were still standing appeared as if they had been ripped in half by some monstrous force. Huge, gaping craters was all that was left of other places.
And one metal rod stuck in the ground with a tattered orange cloth tied to it marked where a young man was killed. The bloodstains that the dying boy left behind had long been washed away. The memories, though, were still as fresh as they had been a year ago.
"Gohan..." I choked out, tenderly stroking the ground. "Your father would have been so proud of you..."
After Goku died of a heart attack, my dreams of making Gohan a famous scholar died as well, when two creatures who called themselves the 'Jinzouningen' appeared. Kuririn, Yamcha, Chaozu, Tenshinhan, Piccolo, and Vegita--Goku's comrades while he had been alive--gathered together to fight this new threat. They were all killed, and the Jinzouningen began destroying everything in sight. The population of the world dropped sharply, and those still alive spent their days in terror and despair. The burden of fighting the Jinzouningen and training Vegita's young son Trunks fell on Gohan.
On that fateful day, I had begged my son, having already lost an arm to the Jinzouningen, not to risk his life any longer. Gohan had replied that, as Goku's son, he had a responsibility to the world, but promised that he would be all right. The last image I had of Gohan was the kanji bearing his name that I sewed on the back of his gi as he and Trunks flew into the sky.
Even now, I could almost imagine the broken, battered body of my son sprawled before me. The brilliant light which had shined in his eyes, so much like his father's, was cruelly snuffed out, leaving behind two coal-black pits that refused to close. After burying Gohan next to his father, I had returned to where he was killed and erected the small monument to him using a scrap I had saved from making his gi.
Once again standing before the tattered piece of cloth waving limply in the wind, I let all of the emotions I had locked within her for the past year to spill on the dry, lifeless concrete.
I squeeze my eyes shut and curl into a little ball. I don't want to be here, but I don't know where to go.
Somebody please wake me up from this nightmare...
"Miss? Are you all right?" I asked gently, reaching out to the young lady. As soon as my hand made contact, the young lady jerked up and her eyes snapped open.
"Are you lost?" She asks. Her voice is gentle and kind, like Kent's, and like...like...I can't remember, but I know I've heard a voice like hers before.
I nod. "Hurts..."
She frowns. "Can you stand up?" She sounds worried. Why?
I nod again, and stand up. My legs wobble a little, and she holds my hand to steady me. Her hand is warm, and it makes me feel stronger.
She throws something on the ground, and like magic, a flying disk appears. "Do you know where you live?"
"No." It is not quite the truth, but I don't care. I don't want to go back there again, ever.
"Then you can stay at my house for a while." She opens of the top of the flying disk, and helps me in. "By the way, my name is Chi-Chi."
"My name is..." I think hard for a while. "Samui."
She looks at me funny, then shrugs, and starts the engine. Soon, we land in front of a domed-shaped house.
"The bathroom is down the hall and to your right," she says, as she opens the door and lets us in.
"Thank you," I say, and walk down the hall.
I was setting the food I made for her on the kitchen table when she walked in, my clothes hanging awkwardly from her small, skinny frame. She thanked me again in her quiet voice before sitting down and digging into the food, scarfing everything down with the speed of a ravenous animal.
I sat down across from her. "Do you have any family?"
She hesitated a bit, then shook her head. "No."
"Do you think there's anybody looking for you?"
Samui looked up at me, the expression in her eyes one of absolute terror. In one swift motion, she dropped her spoon and knocked over her chair. The next thing I knew, she was running out the door at full speed.
My path is suddenly blocked by a tall man with scary eyes. "Where are you going, little miss?" His voice is laced with venom.
I back up half a step. "S-stay away from me."
He laughs. "Or you'll do what?" He begins walking forward.
I keep going back. "Stay away from me," I say, this time making myself not sound as afraid. I trip on something and fall.
The man is almost standing over me. He smiles like a cat that's about to eat a canary. "Make me."
My hand closes over something sharp. I don't like to hurt people, but this man gave me little choice. I leap up, aiming for his eyes.
I miss by a fraction of an inch.
The man touches the pencil-thin wound on his cheek, and gets angry. "Damn bitch!" He blurs, and I barely avoid his fist. I use this opportunity to slam the broken glass into his rib, pushing myself away from him at the same time. I land a little bit hard on my side.
When I stand back up, my heart is beating like a jackhammer. The man is still staring at where I hurt him. Slowly, the expression on his face changes from shock to rage, and he looks up to glare at me. Before I can even blink, he punches me in the stomach, and I go flying into a building. A loud explosion sounds over me, and things start falling on me.
I panic. If I don't get out soon, I will die. I've got to get out got to get out GOT TO GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
"Damn bitch!" Juuhachigou yelled, holding his hand to his face. Samui had actually managed to hurt him? They move too quickly for me to follow, but when the dust settles, Juuhachigou's side is bleeding. While my mind still boggled at this fact, Juuhachigou knocked Samui into the building she's standing in front of and shoots a ball of energy into it, causing the building to collapse. Juuhachigou gave the ruins one last contemptuous glance before pulling something out of his side and flying away.
I waited until I was completely sure that Juuhachi was gone before running forward. I froze in mid-step and my heart skipped a beat when the rubble shifted.
Samui looked like a completely different person. The frightened look that I had seen before was gone, replaced by an absolutely emotionless mask that sent shivers up my spine. Samui's light grey, almost-pupilless eyes turned my way, and I was certain that she would have had no qualms over killing me if she saw me as being a threat to her. She took a step towards my direction, and then her eyes rolled into the top of her head as she collapsed.
The door opens again, and Chi-Chi comes in. She talks with the doctor for a while. Then the doctor leaves, and Chi-Chi comes closer to my bed. She looks a bit nervous.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you where you were from. It wasn't any of my business." She takes my hand, and her warmth spreads into me. With her other hand, she hands me a sheet of paper. "Here's some places that you can go if you don't have any place to stay."
After a while, she gives my hand a squeeze, gets up, and leaves. My hands quickly become cold again.
"Samui!" I exclaimed when I opened the door. "They discharched you from the hospital already?"
"Yes." Samui shifts on her feet awkwardly. "I've come to give this back." She held out the sheet I had given her.
I gave her a puzzled look. "What for?"
Samui's eyes lowered to the ground. "I...I decided..." she looked
back up at me tentatively. "Can I stay with you?"
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The day before Chi-Chi died, she had already began to feel ill. I was really worried about her, but she assured me that she would be fine. By late evening, though, Chi-Chi was so weak that she had to go to bed. I wanted to call for a doctor, but Chi-Chi wouldn't let me. I wish I had disobeyed her, because she passed away that very night, and I didn't even find out until the next morning.
I'll never quite understand why Chi-Chi chose to keep my existence from Trunks, or vice versa, or why she didn't tell me when she was about to die. Maybe she thought that she could have survived the night and was going to tell me in the morning. I wish that she could have chosen some other way to go about it, because after finding out about Trunks, I felt (and still feel to some extent) that she took unfair advantage of my trust. To think that she had sent me out of the house on errands every time Trunks dropped by, and that she never mentioned the fact that she was actually good friends with his mother!
Sometimes I wonder if Trunks and I could have started off better if Chi-Chi had introduced me to him. Or maybe Chi-Chi really did do the right thing, because [illegible]. Heck, she was already taking a big risk by welcoming me into her home, even after seeing what happened.
I still have the teddy bear that Chi-Chi gave me, but I don't sleep with it any more for fear of making it fall apart. It's a miracle (and a lot of thread) that that thing is still somehow in one piece. Gohan must have really liked that bear, because it was in danger of losing its stuffing even when I inherited it.
Strangely enough, now that I'm older, I tend not to think of that bear as 'mine' any more. True, Chi-Chi gave it to me, but I keep feeling like I'm only borrowing it. As if I could really give it back to its 'rightful' owner.
I miss her.
'Tori' (my made-up designation for years) refers to, of course, Akira
Toriyama, the artist of Dragon Ball.
'Jinzouningen' literally means 'man made men', and collectively refer to
the human- or machine-based creations of Dr. Gero.
'Jinzouningen' literally means 'man made men', and collectively refer to the human- or machine-based creations of Dr. Gero.