Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 32

Eyes opening blearily, she shut them once more as she grunted in discomfort. Her head felt as if it was driven into a brick wall nonstop, and she raised a hand to her forehead to try and rub the pain away from her rude awakening.

An amused voice spoke above her. "Get enough sleep, little cub?"

Nachi gasped right away, sitting straight up and looking straight into fuchsia eyes similar to her own, which were glittering in amusement, joy, and even sadness.

"M-Momma...?" The girl choked, taking in her form with blurry eyes that were overcoming with tears.

She looked just like she remembered, with her long, spiked hair reaching down to her knees that was just as unruly as her own. She was only dressed in a pink leotard, boots long enough to cover majority of her legs paired with gloves that reached her biceps. The familiar scar that ran from her left temple and across to the bridge of her nose. Nachi remembered asking her where she got the scar from, and her mother always jokingly told her she received it when she first discovered how to use ki.

The same warm gaze that always made her feel protected, safe, even when they were under the watchful eyes of something much more sinister they'd ever witnessed.

Nachi immediately stood, shakily reaching for her mother's face and cupped it, not believing it was really her. Was it a mirage, a visual to taunt her in her afterlife for the rest of her life?

Papri placed her hands above her own, squeezing them softly as it to tell her that yes, she was very much real. "My sweet, little Nachi... how much you've grown," the older woman cooed, smiling as Nachi's tears were now running down her cheeks. "Give your momma a hug, yes?"

Nachi sobbed as she clutched the woman to her arms as if she were a teddy bear. She cried into her neck, having to be the same height as her mother and couldn't reach her shoulder. Her fingers dug into the skin of her mother's shoulders, but the woman didn't seem to care. "H-How? How am I seeing you? I-Is this a dream?" She hiccuped.

Papri soothingly ran her fingers through the younger girl's hair. "No, darling." She spoke, her tone was solemn. "I'm dead, as you know. And now... so are you."

Nachi pulled her face away from Papri's neck, looking up to finally notice the halo above her head, and though she couldn't see one above her own, she knew it was there as well.

That's when she finally scanned the area they were standing around in.

It was... yellow everywhere, from the cloud-like texture hovering in the air. The skies were pink, with yellow grounds and grassy plains with unfamiliar bodies roaming around the area. They didn't seem to pay her any mind. She'd also seen some of the bodies dragging around stone clubs for whatever reason. She could pinpoint some of the people with Saiyan tails, and their armor made it obvious.

"Am I in... Hell?" Nachi asked, wearily sticking to her mother's side as some of the aliens gave her looks.

"That you are, little cub." Papri stated, cupping Nachi's cheek. "Unfortunately, King Yemma counted your earlier years as a reason for being here. Plus... he seems to have his hands full with the amount of humans showing up for judgement, so he hasn't been thoroughly checking anyone's history." Papri held her young's gaze meaningfully.

Nachi's eyes grew dim, knowing exactly why. "Daddy... he really..." She turned her face away. She couldn't even say it as she didn't believe it happened. He wasn't... in the right mind, she reasoned with herself.

Papri took her hand, pulling her along as she lead them to a destination in mind. "Your father... well, I've always known he was a cruel man. For reason, of course. However, I do know he has always loved you with all his heart, even if he couldn't physically show it. But you know that, don't you, dear?"