Dragon Ball Z Fanfic: His Heart, My Weakness

Ch 1: A Warm Touch

Son Goku stared lifelessly at the rotten corpse of his grandpa. The way his shoulders shook gave off the impression that he was crying, but in reality, he had no more tears to shed. He used them all up two weeks ago and had spent that last week just staring.

The poor boy blamed himself for his grandpa's death. 'If only I went with him' were the words that he mentally repeated over and over again. The past four weeks did nothing to ease the boys torment. His face had a sunken hollow look to it and his skin was a deathly pale due to the lack of nourishment. His dull black eyes accompanied by heavy bags underneath was a testimony to his mental state.

Just as the boy was about to close his eyes in defeat a sudden pulsing warmth started in the small of his back and suddenly spread all over his body. The unexpected sensation made him cry out in delusional fright and he sprang up, but with no energy, he merely fell face first into the ground. The warmth disappeared and quickly reappeared in full force. it felt as if his back was on fire.

Adrenaline corsed through his veins and gave him the energy to leap up and make a mad dash deeper into the forest. In his blind panic, he failed to notice a small rock that jutted out of the ground. He tripped over it and fell. Closing his eyes, he expected to hit the hard forest floor but was met with soggy sand.

Goku opened his eyes when he felt a small wave of water crash into him. He had landed next to a small stream. The boy suddenly realized how parched he was and hurriedly used his his hands to scoop up some water and poured it past his chapped lips. Only half of the water actually made it down his throat while the rest soaked the front of his shirt.

He drank about ten more scoops of water before he was finally able to think clearly. The warm sensation returned and settled on his back when he accidentally choked on the water. It pulsed lightly and resembled a gentle pat.

After a small coughing fit, Goku suddenly grinned. The warmth had led him to a stream so it must be nice! Goku opened his mouth to speak but the warm sensation pulsed harder as if urging him to walk. Goku complied and walked foward. A few steps later, he reaized that the pulsing lessened.

Worried that the mysterious warmth had somehow began to leave, he retraced his steps and found that the pulsing returned when he stopped before some bushes. It wanted him to go this way.

Goku and the warmth played the odd game of hot and cold for a while until Goku managed to walk right into a tree. The boy cried out and stumbled back. The pulsing jumped to his face and rapidly heated. It was apologizing. "Hehe, its alright," Goku said. His voice came out slightly gritty since he hasn't used it in about a month.

The pain mysteriously vanished when the warmth left his face. Goku lightly panicked and tried to call out to it, but a touch to his foot had him looking down. There was an apple by his feet. The warmth returned in his hands. It wanted him to pick it up. Goku bent down and picked up the fruit. Its refreshing scent made his mouth water and a soft pulse on his head told him he was allowed to eat.

Goku had devoured fruit in three bites and marvled over the sweet yet sour taste. It was even surprisingly crunchy despite having fallen off a tree. 'I wonder what kind of apple it was,' Goku thought as he wiped his mouth with his hand. "Can I have more please?" Goku held his hands out and grinned. A wave of warmth slammed into him and literally took his breath away. It was all focused into his eyes and he found that he was suddenly very sleepy.

Goku fought against the warmth. He had questions he wanted to ask it! 'Your questions will have to wait Goku. For now you must sleep,' said a echoing voice. Goku gasped when he saw a trasparent hand pressing firmly against his eyes. He had lost the battle as he slumped against the tree and slid down. By the time he touched the ground he had fallen asleep and the transparent hand dispersed.