The Warrior of Pure Heart | Dragon Ball Z

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Despite her strong determination, the truth was that Chi-Chi wasn't sure how exactly she would find Piccolo and Gohan. So her first instinct was to return to the battlefield where she had last seen them. When she arrived at that place, it was already night, and only the light of the moon and the stars illuminated the field.

She flew aboard the Flying Nimbus, hoping to spot something in the shadows that would give her some clue, although she knew that was highly unlikely. Raditz's body was still there on the ground, right where they had left it earlier, with everything and that big hole through his torso caused by the same technique that had ended Goku's life.

Chi-Chi wondered what would happen to him. Would his body serve as food for the beasts of the field? It seemed like a fitting end to someone who, in just a few minutes of meeting him, had caused her so much pain. But on the other hand, he was Goku's brother, or so he had claimed. What would Goku have done if he were there?

Probably, despite everything, he would have wanted to bury or cremate him, she concluded with certainty. That was the kind of person Goku was.

There wasn't much she could do to do the latter, but perhaps she could do something about the former, considering there was already a large hole in the ground only a couple of meters from them. So, although somewhat reluctant, Chi-Chi took the time to carry that heavy body on her back and take it toward the crater

"I'm doing this for Goku, not for you," Chi-Chi uttered to herself, though the words were directed at the dead man on her back.

Carrying it was not an easy task, but in the end, she reached the edge of the crater and threw the body inside. It rolled down the side until it reached the bottom. Chi-Chi also descended, ready to put some dirt on the body, but nothing more. Already at the bottom, she noticed the remains of metal and circuitry scattered all over and what appeared to be a larger part of a round structure.

His ship? Chi-Chi wondered curiously. Had it been destroyed during battle? It was likely.

She did not give much importance to it and concentrated again on covering the body with soil to leave it completely buried. It was a tiring task, especially considering that she wasn't at her best after all that had happened that day, but she managed to complete it.

Once done, she stood dirty, sweaty, and tired next to the lump on the ground, taking even a minute to say a few words.

"I wish you had been a good man like your brother was. And of having met in other circumstances, we could have been brother and sister or even friends. But I suppose that how you were is not entirely your fault but the result of how you were raised and taught. Perhaps you lacked in your life the love of a true mother, the guidance of a father, or someone to teach you the things that are truly important. For that reason, I feel very sorry for you. But I promise with all my might that I won't let Gohan turn into anyone even remotely like you. Whether he has Saiyan blood or not, he is my son..."

Finished with her makeshift funeral, Chi-Chi climbed out of the hole and remounted the Flying Nimbus. She looked around, just contemplating the night and the stars. She didn't know where to go now; she didn't even know which way Piccolo had gone with her son. How would she find them?

If only I could feel his ki like Goku did, Chi-Chi thought with frustration. Although thinking back, she could try it.

Goku once tried to teach her to do just that a few years back, before Gohan was born. It had been long since she last thought about that, but she forced himself to remember. She sat on the Flying Nimbus with her legs crossed, her eyes closed, and began to breathe slowly, trying to calm her spirit.