《Shoko in the Dragonball Universe》 Awakening - Chapter 1 I died, yet I still think. Absence of but self is all I can conceive in the ''present?'' There may be more ''outside'' of my thoughts but I can''t believe it. I can recall my ''past?'' or of what I can believably think of as the past iteration of ''i'' within a body. Really, what a sad life of loneliness, mediocrity, cowardice and failure. What I was should never be again, yet there are parts which I can''t help but find endearing. Albeit those were fictional, some impossible wishes. If only I could live one of those wishesDD Pain my body is being crusD AH . I . T . NnGNG!!! "AwAwaAAawaWAaawAWAAA" ͯŮǤ ˤϏΤޤ ΥˤˤһwQ줷Ƥ顢ҽץʂ䤷ޤ󤭤ʤäե`ˤ褯ˤޤ礦 "wAaHAAA wHaAwAwaWAWA AwaAaaAaAA" Being crushed, manhandled then barraged by a cacophony of sounds kept me in a distressed state longer than I would want to admit. Drifting in and out of consciousness and seeing strange purple and green humanoids in a loud nursery is a lot to adjust to. One baby has such a cry that starts suddenly but continues with vigor for a long time, this startles me for a moment even if I''m sleeping! I can''t help crying a bit, I''m a baby after all. Others agree with their own protests. Moving is hard the best I can manage is to move my limbs slightly and shimmy my body side to side. While doing this I seem to have discovered I have a brown tail by accident. It started with a twitch then it brushed against my leg, so I focused on it and it moved! It does not seem to be weak as I could lift it within my field of vision for identification. Heh, this new life is getting interesting. I just hope I don''t look like those frogmen. Here comes a purple one now, did you sneeze and decide to check up on me now Nurse Frogman? Ah, its checking something at the base of my crib. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. ޤǰƤޤ󣣣ݤuҽѧν̻ My crib is being moved this is a first. Usually they bring all of the things needed to check up on me. What could they have in store for me? I''ve never described what kind of place my crib is. The walls are made of a transparent material with an open top with soft white padding underneath to support my attempts at moving around. The ceiling is plain but looks shiny, could be some metal. The lights up there dim or become too bright when I''m being poked and prodded by a frogman and I''ve even witnessed a rare red fishman do that job once. He placed me into some dark pod and hooked me up to a few tubes. A transparent door closed on me. Nurse Frogman, whats going to happen now? Eh?! Fluid is rushing in with me. I think you missed something nurse. My mask! Look! in! the! pod! I''m going to die again. I''ve obviously offended it. While the fluid overtakes my head the Nurse continues to disinterestedly look down not one bit caring about my demise. Was I wrong the whole time were you not a Nurse. Instead Experimenter Frogman P. Watch how your mouse struggles with the last breath it will take, against the cruel fluid that with certainty will end it! The fluid burns as it fills my lungs as I can''t help gasping for more. And more. And more... I''m not dying! Experimenter Frogman P, It was a success. After a few minutes the fluid no longer burns nor too hard to breath. I watch for hours as it continues to look at the instrument still uninterested in anything but its data. When I suddenly fall asleep. Edification - Chapter 2 ?1??111??11?1??1?11?1????11?1111?11?111??11??111?11?1111??1??????11?1??1?11?111??111??11?111?1???11????1?11?11???11?11???11??1?1?11??1?? ?1?1??11?1???1?1?1?1??1??1?1?11??1???1?1 ?1?1??11?11??1?1?111??1??111?11??11??1?1??1??????1??11???11?1111?111??1??11??1????1??????1???11??111??1??11??1?1?11??1?1?1111?1??11????1 S e . r v .e . L . or r.d Freeza! Saiyan know your place, Lord Freeza has graciously provided the Saiyan race with a great purpose. Dutifully serve well and be rewarded with civilization combat and plenty. However. Failure. Means. Death. Multitudes of pathetic races strive for what has been given magnanimously by Lord Freeza. How wise King Vegeta was to seek petition into The Freeza Force when visited by King Cold in galactic year 730. A Saiyan warrior of 214 galactic centimeters is equipped with a standard Freeza Force blue one piece bodysuit with no sleeves or leggings???, in an intimidating Freeza Force black and sand torso armor with full tasset and shoulder???, along with Freeza Force black and sand wrist guards and boots???. He is bald with a black mustache towering over me while regaling on about duty, service and battle for resplendent Lord Freeza. Lord Freeza sure is gReaT. I feeL prOuD to bE FreeZa''s solDier! All Saiyans must complete one mission starting between the age of 0-3 galactic standard years. Recognition of a successful mission entitles one to call themselves a Saiyan Warrior, and is equal to reap the benefits of our proud Saiyan society on planet Vegeta regardless of power level. Difficulty is proportional to the saiyans power level at the time of assignment, yet success rate improves for the older saiyan. As you have been selected for early deployment and Freeza has high expectations, an essential technique has been grated: ''Power Ball???''. This technique produces blutz waves commonly seen by natural moons, skillful application will ensure your survival by facilitating a transformation into the great ozaru. It is recommended to not use the technique within 5 galactic kilometers of your only Attack Ball???. Furthermore the Attack Ball??? has the capability to project a Holographic Power Ball??? for a short time, 30 galactic standard minutes within 10 Gkm. SucH a hOnor! The patHetic raCE i''m sent to coMbat wiLl nOt denY mE my RighTfulL PlACE withIn the ranKS of SaIyan WarrIORs on planEt vegEtA! We will now do some combat training. Follow along. A pathetic furry humanoid with hideously large eyes and fluffy fur with two underdeveloped arched ears onto of its head is lazily eating a fruit on a rocking chair. For this training we only need to secure the planet. Which means all intelligent lifeforms must be eliminated. The proud Saiyan Warrior walks strait until only a few Gcm of it, heartily grins with a sparkle to the white finish and lifts up his well developed thigh so his Freeza Force standard boot??? looms over this repulsive being and mightily stomps. This is how easily its done. Blood and viscera slide off of his Freeza Force standard boot??? thanks to its hydrophobic coating leaving it spotless with a sparkle. Give it a try yourself. Two are inside this house. Eliminate them. I begin to crawl up to this handsome Saiyan Warrior but then realize I feel light. So I attempt to stand, one foot underneath, hands to the one knee and with a push with my arms and opposite leg i''m up! Walking past the mess and into the wooden house after pushing over the weak door with primitive sticker decorations showcasing an even more deformed characture of the first furry humanoid. Following the stench and whimpering into a room for defecation and behind a plastic curtain I rip it off. A slightly smaller and one about the size of its counterpart outside scream and shake hysterically while crushing each other. InFeRior wEak tHiNgS. I jump inside with them, as distAStEful as toUcHing thEm is, I must complete my mission. Jumping onto the big ones fur I place my hands onto either side of its head and squeeze. Blood and gray matter splatter everywhere and I quickly do the same to the other, if only to never have to look at thEm agaIN. Returning to the still untainted proud Saiyan Warrior I can''t help but envy his Freeza Force armor set???. But I manage to raise my arms into a mock salute to emote that I''ve completed the task. Stolen novel; please report.Not bad, time to show you a few more methods to complete the mission. He picks me up with one muscled hand as to allow me to see more of the world from my new vantage point. You''ve seen nothing yet kid. We start to rise until the previous house is but a color from my perspective. Now look over at that fragmented white patch. I dO so. That is a city, thousands to millions of those furred intelligent beings live in those. Destroy all of those with a single exertion of force and eliminating the remaining with the use of a Scouter???, a solid tactic to quickly clear this mission. Now observe closely. He points with his palm in the direction of this city. A purple ball of light starts to collect in front of his palm growing with each wisp of light that enters. When it reaches double the diameter of his palm a purple glow illuminates his forearms accentuating the tone contained within the sparkling Freeza Force standard bracers??? and I can''t help but glance at that bald head containing the purple hues as they reflect into lines of light forming a majestic glare. Don''t blink kid you''ll miss it. Hurrying to look back to the purple ball of light it discharges leaving a streaking afterimage leading towards the city. With a blinding flash followed by a pressure wave that displaces the clouds and ground. Only when the dust clears do I see a dark area where a former white patch lay. Train hard and one day you''ll be effortlessly capable of such a feat. I CaN''T coNtAIN my eNvY anD adMirAtioN of tHIS SaIyaN WarRior, I''lL tRain untIl iT kIlLS mE! Lets move to the next city and I''ll have you gather qi energy to use the Power Ball??? A city easily twice the size of the other is directly below us. We are still too high up to view any details. Alright kid, being so close while I gathered that ball of qi, I hope you identified the feeling of qi. Don''t disappoint. In 30 galactic minutes i''m going to throw you onto the city from here. As a reminder failure means death. I wish for more time. What did the qi feel like? Tingling of an electric shock, yet brushing gently onto my skin as the wind after a close encounter with death when time to relax and reflect and recover in an isolated flower patch under a shade tree is found. I focus on the air with my eyes closed and hands out trying to coax this technique into existence. Just air I can''t feel it at all currently. Maybe, where did the light of his qi come from? It only came from around his hands, so was he releasing it from there? Feeling deep within myself focusing my awareness into the spine and tracing it along with the blood flow I manage to feel the hidden current of qi swirling around alongside all of these sensations. Focusing my awareness onto my palms I strain to attract the qi outside. It isn''t until I start getting sweaty and out of breath did a flicker of qi brush the outside of my palms. Taking forceful rhythmic deep breaths the qi starts obeying, gathering in the amounts I need to follow the directions of this technique. Open your eyes. I dO So. Push the Power Ball??? away from yourself and stare at it kid, time is up. The sparking rays emitting from this ball of qi are mesmerizing as I push it away from myself, it glides to a stop not far away. Well kid, with this you''ll eliminate that city. But don''t think you''re a Saiyan Warrior yet as this is only training. I''ll finish cleaning up this planet and when you wake up look forward to your mission. And the next saiyans you''ll see will be your parents. I can''t spare any effort to look away from the Power Ball??? as my blood pulses threatening to explode out of my body while my heart is punching itself out of my chest. But I think I see the outline of the SaiYan WaRriOr saying a few things i''m only half picking up, yEt I dOn''t tHink I mIsseD anyThiNg eiTher. ?1???1?1?11??1???11?1??1?11??11??11?1??1?11???11?11????1?111?1???11?1??1?11?1111?11?111???1??????11??1?1?11?111??11??1???11?1??1?11?111??11??111 ?1????1??11????1?111??11?11?1??1?11???11??1??????1?1??11?11????1?11?1??1?1111??1?11????1?11?111???1??????1???1?1?11??1???111?1?1?11???11?11????1?111?1???11?1??1?11?1111?11?111? ?1?1?111?11????1?11?1?11?11?1??1?11?111??11??111??1??????111?1?1?111??????1???????1???11??11?1????11?1????11?11???1???11??11?111??11??11??11?111??1???11?1??111??11?1111?111?1???1?11??1?11??1?1?111?1???1??111??11????1?11?11?1?11??1?1?11??1?? Medical Pod Life - Chapter 3 *pu la bub pu la bub pu la bub pu la blub pu la bub budduuaa pula bub pu la bub* Gentle bubbles caress my body with a relaxing feeling while soothing my aching head with its steady melody. Deep blue clear fluid lifts and sways me slightly. I can''t help but take a large breath of fluid and sigh, releasing a cloud of bubbles. Awareness takes hold as I look around this pod. Lights softly illuminate the silver interior, the bubbles stream out of gridded vents on the bottom. The transparent door displays that Experimenter Frogman P has vacated its position of staring at the controls and that no one else has taken its spot. Clenching my tiny fists in trembling anger, I sHould punIsh it for scaRinG mE! After thrashing around the pod in a tiny murderous tantrum for an unnecessary amount of time, the anger smolders. Slightly tired while panting fluid I recall the vivid dream I had. The dashing Saiyan Warrior giving me a through training while displaying overwhelming firepower~ Wait. Saiyan?! Hold on, maybe I''m misunderstanding something. That was an intensely real dream, I can only think it was a dream because of the pod is the last place I recall being before it. Even though there is a longing to be held in his palm again, it felt real~ Forcefully coughing a cloud of bubbles a few times. I don''t think I''ll ever forget it. There is no reason to think Saiyans are real. The only beings I''ve seen are those frog and fishmen, strange. But I''m apparently some monkey by the looks of that cute prehensile tail waving through the bubbles at me. My skin is fair as snow, a perfect example of a healthy hairless monkey baby. There is a concern I''ll have a monkey''s face despite looking mostly human after seeing those aliens. Feeling around my head while twitching the facial muscles I can conclude that at least I don''t have a muzzle, everything seems to be in place for human-like facial features and I seem to have a full set of hair. This is incredibly saiyan-like! L-lets just wait for some outside confirmation before getting excited. The transparent window mundanely shows a spartan room with cerulean metallic walls. This could take some time. *pu la bub pu la bub pu la bub pu la blub pu la bub budduuaa pula bub pu la bub* Floating in breathable fluid in kinda fun. Now able to move around while still being difficult, swimming is good exercise for my developing muscles. I wish the rare red fishman nurse could see me now. Or maybe not as it could decide to add me to its aquarium, fed flakes for the rest of my life never to explore this planet settling for a plastic castle instead. Tragic! These medical tubes really stick on well. Tricky tail get back here, don''t deny my grasp. How could you move?! Willing to dart away, betrayal of the highest order! Stop being so much faster than my weak arms and legs! Now tired after playing a reflex game with my tail I''ll settle down and drift to sleep after not seeing anyone through the window. ng.nt and will be send out soon. Sure, let me see. Very well. Hmm? Someone is talking. I open my eyes to see reflected two beings. The rare red fishman nurse and a toned human woman with long black hair where the bangs frame the face with two downward arching spikes while the middle parts asymmetrically fan mostly horizontal and the back feathers downward in a compressed wave all of her hair is gravity defying but sways with the air as if only entertaining it for a short while until it decides to stop indulging it. She is wearing the Freeza Force green and black standard armor with tassets and top armored open finger punching gloves but without the pauldrons???. Eh?! Where did that come from. Looking further there seems to be a furred belt. This over the top saiyan appearance! She is walking toward the pod stopping right outside to stare at me with her steel gray eyes. We stare at each other for quite a time. Open it. Wait a galactic moment while the incubatory fluid drains. Now. R-right away! *Tzzzssh fwoosh* Suddenly I''m swept away by the fluid''s tide and on the way to the metal floor, until I''m simply picked up by this Saiyan Warrior. Fixed and cradled in her powerful arms our eyes lock, the battle resumes. She reaches up with a hand to activate her Scouter??? eyes never straying. *.000?? ????????????* She displays her first emotion by hardening her lips into an even straighter line than before and tightening her jaw. Yet she continues to look into my eyes. Which planet has been assigned? *bi di didi di didi di* From this data, it has been left to our discretion. Anyplace from the extremely low priority list. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.Our lab technicians seem to have set up a program to pick at random, that will be used once we are done here. I''ll decide, show me the list and data for the planets. This is highly unusual. I can not allow it, as the Assistant Director of the Freeza Force First Saiyan Support Center, this would be against protocol! I''m adjusted to rest comfortably onto one arm. This Saiyan Warrior raises her arm in the direction of the Assistant Director without breaking eye contact. Red qi begins coalesce rapidly sending spiraling motes of searing light dancing around the cerulean metallic room. Choose your next words carefully. Silence descends on the room. This Saiyan Warrior''s cold yet animalistic eyes have become more likable suddenly. *gulp* I-i-i must be mistaken! Plleaase decide, the dattata I i I will bring up nooww! *didi dididi dii dii did di di di di di dididi* Cerulean reins again as the light takes a normal hue. She takes a few steps and only now does she break eye contact to manipulate the console. *didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di, didi di* System: 9045XY, Planet Namek. Record it. R-right away! *di di di didididididi didi didididididi dididididi di dididi didi di di di* As.ssigned, pleasse confirmm! Un. She resumes our contest. Time seems to expand for galactic hours as those steel gray eyes bore into my own. Shoko. Kachan! It means archive, a saiyan name derived from soko. For a saiyan warrior with little expectations except to accumulate experiences by surviving. She stares at me for a few galactic moments more, then turns around while taking a few steps. Send her off now! I''m gently handed off to the Assistant Director. Y-yy-e-es! R-riight awawway!! She turns to takes one last glance at me then departs with a straight back and even steps out of the silver metal door. I''m quickly disconnected from the medical tubes. *huff fuuu gulp* The red fishman turns towards me and squints in what I can only assume is a glare. The sooner I get rid of you could not come quick enough! Soon he is off into a fast walk. The walls passing quick enough for a new door to be discovered in a few galactic seconds as we traverse the long curving cerulean metal corridors. There are two reflective yellow lines painted on the floor. We are following the inner line. There are various types of beings mostly frogman but sometimes the rare human types with no tail and even ones with purple elongated heads and yellow spots to even stranger types. We pass by some from the outer line and those from inner line. Sometimes an Assistant Director. is said in a friendly or acknowledging way. *huff fuu haaa haa* Finally! [Attack Ball??? Embarkation Bay] The bold yellow engraving displays. We walk up to a console and the red fishman rapid types for a few galactic seconds, only to whisk away towards one of the standard spherical with a single ruby window on front Attack Ball???. After hitting a device he had brought with it from a compartment at the console, the ball opens. *kit. ssshuuhaa* The walls are padded with white square gridded cushions, there is a well supported tan seat in the center flanked on both sides by functional hand rests that angle down at the wrist area and holds high contrast green displays. When I''m placed down and strapped in I see that the door has an integrated console and displays to be used when closed. The red fishman starts interacting with one of the green displays. *bi. bii. di di di didididididi didi didididididi dididididi di di di. bleep. bi* With that it slots the device into the side of the interior console somewhere and steps out and turns to face the ball. It takes out another device presses a few buttons. *girururu raaaraaaraaa dish* A few seconds later the ball closes as it does I hear his parting words. *tisshuuu.* Good riddance! *kit.* I''ll have you for sushi one day! My tiny fist clenches. Suddenly the scenery outside blurs as the only indication of the balls movement. *hisssss* Humph. Maybe after a nap, I''m suddenly feeling sleepy. I won. d. er. wh. at. yea. r. it. is. Wil. l. Veg. e. ta. be. dest. r. oyed... ??????????????????Kachan. DDDD We see from outside of the Attack Ball??? soaring through space. A ruby window shows a sleep crying Shoko with black hair, hair that greatly resembles her okasan except the slightly longer length at the back. Mistakes - Chapter 4 A fireball falls across the pale green atmosphere of Namek too far to be seen by any settlements the planet holds. Strobing flashes dazzle any attentive fauna scattered across the sky blue flora adorning the planes and bluffs. Sonic booms bombard the ground once this missile nears its destination, to be suddenly silenced as simultaneously the ground receives a shock overwhelmed by a kinetic explosion, throwing a cloud of dirt that blankets the immediate area sending any surviving fauna into hysteric flight. As the dust settles, a white metal ball with a circular ruby window emerges from the lowest point of the newly formed crater. Viewed from outside, a 1 galactic year old saiyan girl is curled up and strapped in the seat, illuminated in predictable intervals by a blinking yellow light. DDDD "nnnnghaaaa~" ...eh? An annoying green light is blinking through my eyelids. Just a bit more. Opening my eyes to find the source it appears to be coming from the front console interface. Guess I''ll have to move there to turn it off. I lean forward to crawl, yet find myself unable. There appears to be a harness keeping me in place. Searching for some sort of latch, buckle, leaver or really anything at this point! This tan harness has no visible signs of being attached to anything but the seat through crevices and they won''t budge! Di. Did that red fishman really hate a cute baby enough to sabotage my harness leaving me to die!? Assistant Director, what a joke, it probably killed the last thing to hold the position! Trying to harness qi from how it felt in the dream, I feel for the sensations flowing through my bloodstream and nerves. Palms forward, aiming at the offending belt strap between my legs. A trickle of red qi comes through my palm, pooling into a radiant orb the diameter of 1 Gcm. I''lL maKe iT iNto rEd fiSh anD chiPS wheN I reTurN! The pool of qi expands to 8 Gcm, red luminescent tendrils of swirling sparks break off, superficially scorching the padding lining the walls. ThiS wHolE bAll! JuST ExPloDE! *Failure. Means. Death.* "Da-wam idt!" Sparks multiply, scattering strikes against the interior cause black scores, tarnishing its once pristine condition. A haze of smoke easily fills the cabin. In an attempt to salvage this situation I try to reclaim the qi out of the rapidly deconstructing orb. Pain lances across the entirety of my arms, then spreads. Tears flow as if to escape the backlash unmolested. Qi fizzles out leaving a haunting echo throughout my memory. "Hii... HiWaAAa. hIWAAAAwa,Hii. awaawAAAaw,hIi. ahWaaaAWAWa,hii. AwAWaaAWAaaaWAaawaa,Hii!" Stupid! Blow up the Attack Ball??? while in it, why not just commit suicide it would hurt less?! Anger till this point, where my mind simply goes retarded. I''ll need to temper myself if I survive this. I-i jusstt can''t stop crying, it huurrts so much! It''s hard see and difficult to breathe. "kofu, kofuu kofukofu" This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I need to think! How can I open this damned Attack Ball??? and out of this harness? I''ve never questioned it before but why can I even understand what others said? I didn''t know Japanese? That dream, everything changed since then. Experimenter Frogman P, this is your doing again! Am I going to turn out to be an android too, haa?! Information must have been uploaded into my memory how much, I can''t tell. There must be a way to operate the Attack Ball??? or else every infant saiyan sent out would die before opening the door. Lets look around carefully to see if anything stands out. At the front panel on the left side are an array of buttons controlling the mode of programming and calculations, The middle is for a touch screen display and the right is for quick manual controls and overrides. I''m an idiot. Truly an idiot! This memory upload is too smooth, I can hardly tell anything weird is going on. Only by having such a disappointing life before could I ever compare the differences. "kofu kofu" The front panel is too far for my arms. And I can''t see the hand rest controls to recall what they do! I''m going to try stretching my tail to the right release button on the front panel. Pivoting my hips to the left, slouching and propping my left up underneath while crossing my right leg over my left as a counter weight and putting my whole body into it to adjust as needed. Stretch! Stretch! These straps, digging into my already wounded body. Too merciless! Just a few more Gcm. Tail fight! *klitch tsrururu tik* *thunk* I''m free! "haha kofo hiiwAwaa kofaha" *kit. ssshuuhaa* After crawling and stumbling towards the controls I take my first steps onto the freshly exhumed dirt and my exposed wounds with the intense rays of the suns. I collapse to cry again, I hurt all over. My hands and arms are red with charcoal black lines running the length of my arm and to my shoulders turning down to my sternum and branching into tiny lines that fissure and run around the rest of my body. I''m bleeding from my pores, I i-i really might lose my chance to be a saiyan. It''s not like I would end arriveing at King Yemma''s mahogany desk for a favor and ask him to contact Kami to wish me back. I''m from outside this universe, would that even work? If I live I must not die, for the longest time possible! Just a little. sleep. and I''ll be. fine. *bi. bii.* *?????????????? ??/??* *[??????/??/??0 | ??????????????: ???????????? ?????? ????????????. ???????????? ??????????. ???????? ???? ?????????????? ???????? ???????????? ???? ?????????????????????? ??0???????? ?????? ???????? ?????? ???????????????????? ??????????, ?????????????? ???? ???? ?????????? ??????????????????. ?????? ???????? ?????????? ?????????????????????? ???????? ?????????? ?????? ??????????????????. ???????? ?????????? ?????????? ???????????????? ?????? ?????????? ????????????, ??0?? ?????????????????? ????????????????. ?????????????? ????????????????: ?????????????????? ??????.]* Consequences - End *hyuuuuuuuuu~, hyuuuuuuuu~* Wind blows pockets of dirt into small clouds within the crater carved out of the ground by the Attack Ball???. Laying immediately in front of the ajar door face down, Shoko, entirely covered in blood and charcoal black with red branching fissures. The wind sways her black hair gently as blue flowers land softly creating a cute arrangement in the black waves. *hyuuuuuuu~ saaa saaa, hyuuuuuu~ saaa saaa* DDDD Infront of me is an endless line of white orbs surrounded by mist which disperses in only a small area around them. Move along in an orderly fashion. No dillydallying. A blue skinned horned human-like demon wearing a white collard shirt fitted with a black tie, black pants, shoes and belt. Is giving out directions with a megaphone in a casual way as if he has done this millions of times before. After an unknown time he disappears too far away to see or hear. This is it, i''ve died. It''s a relief to not go back, into the absence where only I existed. What now, could I get a favor from King Yemma? Move in an orderly fashion. Don''t cut in line, you''ll be sent to the back and have to wait all over again. It did seem to take forever to reach this point and I can''t even see anything which looks to be the destination. This is such a cruel fate to be killed so easily by my own stupidity and failure. I guess even in this life I can''t accomplish anything. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Move as an orderly line. Don''t bunch up. Be patient." Kachan, I''ve wasted the life you gave me and such a good name. I-ii might have gotten strong an. aannd had cute kids of my own. Now. Your bloodline dies with me... Move in an orderly manner, nearly there. I. Ii-i''m glad to be dead. What could I have accomplished anyway? My mind was already tainted by that memory upload starring Nappa. This is better, maybe I can see Kachan. Next. Yes, you! Come on you''re next to see King Yemma. Who do we have here. Ah yes, a bit incomplete from your karma alignment. Shoko, Age 1 year, died from destroying the qi channels which lead to blood loss. Karma is in the evil alignment, while not a great evil. There is not enough positive karma to balance it out. So it is judged that your soul will be sent to HFIL for as long as it takes to restore your karmatic balance and you submit to the reincarnation cycle. "Wait! C-could you send me to my Kachan! O-oor bring me back to life with the dragonballs!" I wouldn''t even consider the dragonballs due to insufficient positive karma. Furthermore your Okasan was judged 5 years ago and sent to HFIL. This is penance, not where one is gifted with their desires. Perhaps your next reincarnation will be fortunate. *Clank!*