Super Dragon Ball: Redux Kaizen

Arc 1: C1

(Continuing From the Previous Chapter, The Following Day On Planet Earth. . .)

Morning crept its way through the partially cloudy horizon with the very nature of the wilderness waking up early to the sun's rays. Although, one particular commuter, was still laying his morning away in bed, his soft in-and-out breathing showing how carefree he was despite the time. However, his eyebrow scrunched briefly, his body shivering due to the lack of warmth as his blanket was scattered on the floor.

"Ko~~~~~~a~~~~"

He groaned, his body turning to the other side from the discomfort. Whatever, dream or memory he was having, he didn't recognize the voice. Whatever they were trying to say came out in muffles and was barely decipherable.

"Li~~~~~~ve. . ."

Now that was something he could at least understand. But, much to his dismay, all it did was cause him to delve deeper into the dark parts of his mind. Images flickered through his head, a jumble of moments that he could remember so clearly. . .as if they were yesterday. Twisting and turning, he tried to fight them off but couldn't. Though suddenly, the images ceased into one instance. . .the worse one that could have possibly popped up into his head. He knew this scene, his point of view looking around before looking down at his hands. Blood. . .lots of blood. Shaky hands hovering over a pool that drenched his clothes and the faint image of a figure bruised and bloody to no salvation. But unlike the previous message that was muffled, this one was recognizable.

"Shikuro. . .Li-live. . .please. ."

Eyes finally shooting open, the young Saiyan rose from his bed in a panic, his hand clenching over his heart as sweat drenched his body. He took in deep breaths, trying his hardest to regain composure. He shook his head in an attempt to snap himself into reality before he has a panic attack. Once he calmed himself, he looked around once more before taking a look at his hands. The morning sun had brightened them, its rays seeping through his window blinds as birds chirped outside his window. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face until he heard his phone buzz on his nightstand. Groggily and a bit annoyed after what he had experienced, he truly wondered who could be bothering him at this time.

Regardless, he still picked up the phone and took a look at the message sent.

"Hey, where are you right now?" -Ace

Shikuro raised an eyebrow before replying.

"Home? Why?" -Shikuro

"Home!? Dude, what are you still home for? You sick?" -Ace

Now the Saiyan was even more puzzled. Sure, he could catch a cold from here and there, but enough to make him call out? Never.

"No. . .? Of course not. What's up?" -Shikuro

There was a small pause after this reply. For a moment, Shikuro was beginning to think his friend's phone had died and now he was waiting for it to turn back on. Though, soon enough, the next message to come would liven up his day quite quickly.

"Bro. . .class starts in 10 minutes. . ." -Ace

If one were to listen closely, the sound of someone's mind breaking into a million pieces could be heard. The young Saiyan didn't even respond, not because he was contemplating what he wanted to reply with. . .no, it was simply because he was incapable of doing so. His mind? Rendered mute? Body? Completely frozen. Facial expression? Well, he was at least smiling perpetually, right? Good enough if you ignore the silent, high-pitched screams he was trying to hold back. A few seconds passed before the Saiyan shot out of bed as if he were a cat splashed with water. He tripped a bit on his comforter, his lips letting a curse slip in between as he made his way to the closet and grabbed one of the closest sets of outfits he could find.