Chapter 3
It had been around a decade or so, since Ginse had first appeared on Earth, and as she was soaring the skies, long hair fluttering in her wake while the wind was caressing her smiling face, the girl was reminiscing about her past, and pondering upon many things, including the contrast of how her life was as a saiyan, and how it was as an earthling.
No longer did she don the dull and boring, saiyan armor that her species wore almost as zealously as a cultist wearing their gown; and instead, the flowing textile of her cotton clothes caressed her skin, fluttering in the breeze and smelling like fresh herbs and natural perfume.
She often preferred to wear form fitting clothes, a little skimpy and revealing, but not distastefully so; she was indeed a tease, her aura one of confidence and allure, and likewise with a deep sense of crity and discernment, with a fiery disposition and likewise an almost… motherly and caring allure, whenever she found someone to help.
It was such a joy, to have now spent over half her life in the endeavor of building things anew, instead of concocting up new ways of pilfering destruction.
Although, to pnt the seeds of such abundance, the old, decrepit crops had to have been removed.
You see, the Briefs family were among the retively few scientists, who much like the girl’s actual parents, were renegades. Their world had still been pgued by wars, vile secrecies and pathetic parasites, who sought to deceive the popution into giving out their own wealth and the products of their bour, to so-called “representatives” and “kings”; “tribute” or “taxation”, either way, it was not just theft, but a vile and erroneous cim that “I own you, and you are my sves.”, from the so-called “elites” who did nothing but parasites off the work, hardship and suffering of all those around them.
Upon having learned of this, Ginse was disgusted, even more so than she was at her species way; at least the svery of the saiyan race was open and in-your face, whereas the one on earth relied more on guile and manipution; it was one thing to outright initiate violence, but to try and deceive someone into not only accepting it, but asking for it and defending it… both forms were vile, but the tter much more insidious.
The Briefs family had been fighting the system for pretty much their entire lives, keeping their inventions off the record and often handing them out to whoever required them most, without asking for anything in return, except donations, which were few and far between.
However, their funds were pretty much what they’d been left with, after Dr. Briefs killed his parents and secured their assets in his youth, after having learned that they were deeply entrenched with the svery system on Earth; which is how he found out about it, in the first pce, and then started being one of the first to leak information out to the public, about what was going on.
For many years, it had been more or less a cold or shadow war, between the earthlings who were opposed to the “kingdom”, and the “red ribbon army” of the state, before this strange little girl appeared from the stars.
Enraged at what she learned was going on, the girl decided to explore the world and see for herself if that was so, taking around three years to see the in’s and out’s of Earth society; both for the sake of thoroughness, and on the assumption that perhaps the Briefs may be lying to her. She would not be making the same mistake she made with Frieza, ever again.
However, at around the age of 10 or so, the girl finally had enough and decided to use her power to help humanity outgrow its oppression. In a span of a few short months, every single so-called “royal household” and family had been decimated, every single army base and house of parliament destroyed, every single thug of the system, badged or otherwise killed off, as the world was finally on the cusp of liberty once more.
Seeing this opportunity, the Briefs, using their resources and influence, could have used the internet and media to instill a new system, and prop themselves up as the so-called “saviours” of humanity and dupe the people into supporting their new paradigm.
Ginse tried to push them towards that decision, not because it’s what she wanted, but to test and see if they had the resolve and strength, to not be swayed by the allure of so-called “power”. She lied, telling them they could now reign and have humanity into their own image, and with her power, achieve that very easily.
Yet, Boxa and Panchy looked at her with disappointment.
“Ginse. We don’t care how powerful you are. We have vowed to use our strengths to overcome out weaknesses. The biggest weakness is fear, and the only form of fear, is fear of the unknown. Why would anyone seek to allegedly “control” another’s life, or worse, let another try to do that, if not because they hate themselves? Whether one’s a sve to the ego of another, or to their own ego… one’s still a sve. But, through self love, and thus love of others, we express our true selves and thus manifest true liberty. So, no, young Ginse. We will not step in as humanity’s new wardens. We’ll live our lives as we deem right, and likewise leave others to do so as well.”
Ginse rushed in, regretting that she stooped to lie to them about her intentions, crying as she hugged them dearly, and vowed to never lie again.
These earthlings, though apparently weak in flesh, seemed so much more robust in mind and heart, than any saiyan she had met before.
It was in that moment, that they started actually becoming a family. Boxa and Panchy embracing the girl and gradually growing to love her as a daughter, with her coming to love and treat them as her mother and father. Not as a repcement for her actual parents, for whom she still cared, perhaps more so than they deserved, but there was a genuine bond, with Ginse realizing that family was so much more about connection, than it was about lineage and blood.
Thus, henceforth, she started introducing herself as Ginse Bulma Briefs, in remembrance of her saiyan heritage and origin, while likewise embracing her new life as an earthling.
“Fuaaah… I love myself; and life, and the essence of things… and whatever else…”
She sighed, before ughing with joy as she nodded to herself, letting the wind caress her cheeks and have her long hair careen in its pyful, jovial breeze.
Suddenly, though, a familiar beep started echoing in her ears, the girl then pulling out her dragon radar from her pocket, and seeing a globe of light flickering on its dispy.
“Yes. Another one! Only one more to go, after this. Holy fuck, if this legend is actually true…”
“My goodness!” A voice called out to her, as she gracefully nded on the grass, before an old, but cozy looking house within the forests of Mount Paozu. “Where did you learn to fly like that, young dy? Are you a student of Baba’s?”
“Oh, hello there.” Ginse dusted herself off, rearranging her messy clothes as she turned around to greet the kind looking old, crippled man, who was sitting on a log and sipping from his cup of tea. “Who’s Baba, though? Oh, and, like…” She gnced his missing leg, before noticing the crutch beside him. “You know, if you want help around the yard or something, I’d be up for helpin’ out.”
“Oh, hahaha! I appreciate the gesture, young dy! But, I can manage on my own, don’t worry.” He smiled, delighted by her dispy of kindness, before rising to his feet and coming closer, every move appearing strained and arduous, though his face would barely even flinch or wince, at all. Not because he was trying to not show it, but because he had the strength to push through it, and view the agony and hardship as a challenge, every twinge of pain accompanied by a valiant smile, in the face of it. “Oh, and as for your question, she’s someone I know, who dabbles in magic. I had assumed you were her student, what with your ability to fly and such.”
The girl’s eyes opened wide with intrigue, getting closer to the old man and excitedly raising her tone, happy at the opportunity to learn more about magic, and likewise many other things.
However, Gohan wouldn’t reveal anything about her, respecting the privacy of his teacher’s sibling, to which Bulma scoffed, dissatisfied but without harboring any ill will.
Afterwards, the conversation flowed rather naturally from one topic to the next, the girl enticed by the old man’s apparent wisdom, and he by her willingness to learn and vibrant personality.
“You know… Ginse was it?”
“Yeah; or Bulma, if you want to use that. Whichever you feel like.”
“Well, Ginse. It’s rather refreshing to have met such a vibrant individual, such as yourself. You know, in many ways…” His eyes once more went to her bright haired tail, which she’d been vigorously twisting, swaying and twirling about, since she’d arrived. “You remind me of my grandson. Would you care to tell me…”
“Hey, grandpa!” A young, plucky boy with massively unkempt and spiky hair, suddenly emerged from the nearby woods, soon to turn his gaze towards Ginse as he approached. “Who’s your friend – hey! You have a tail, too?!” He rushed forth, grabbing the girl’s furry appendage and closely inspecting it, eyeing it suspiciously and snorting in a deep, deep breath as he took in its scent, before meeting the young woman’s gaze. “Neat!”
As their eyes met, there was a rather profound connection between the two, almost a familiar one, and after several moments, the girl turned around and faced Gohan once again.
“He’s… not really your grandson, is he?” Her question, although sincere and well meaning, hit Goku like an arrow through the heart, and before Gohan managed to respond, the boy rushed between them, several tears coursing across his cheeks, as he instinctively assumed a battle stance, as if to defend both himself and his beloved grandpa, from what he perceived almost like an actual attack.
“You take that back!” He shouted, in between his snorted sniffs. “He is my grandpa! He is! He is, he is, he is, he is!”
The girl could tell how much they loved each other, her own eyes moistening with tears at the heartwarming sight; both at how the child rushed to defend his grandpa, and at how lovingly the old man was looking at him, with compassion.
“Goku, my boy…” Putting a hand upon the child’s shoulder, Gohan crouched to come and look in Goku’s gnce at eye level, taking in a deep, deep breath before letting out a long sigh, before speaking in a loving voice, but resolute tone. “I love you with all my heart, and I am honoured that you would call me grandpa. There are, however, things I’ve yet to tell you, and thought I’d leave for when you were older. But, it seems like the moment has finally arrived.”
For a few hours, the three shared knowledge and stories, with it being revealed how Gohan arrived upon Kakarot, when he was young.
It hadn’t been too long after Ginse’s own arrival in this world, that a peculiar pod had crash nded somewhere in Mount Paozu, during one of Gohan’s hikes across the nd in search of herbs, seeds and flowers for his gardening and permaculture food forest.
Though he’d suspected that Goku might have been some kind of experiment, or perhaps alien of some variety, he nonetheless took in the child as his own, caring for the boy as any worthwhile parent would.
Then, one day, the boy hit his head upon a rock and seemingly had a change of disposition, his violent general disposition, turning to one more rowdy and excitedly boisterous, instead of vile and bloodthirsty. His lust for bloodshed, having then gradually turned over the years, to an enthusiastic desire for fighting and self improvement.
However, as the conversation moved on to Ginse revealing more about what she knew regarding the saiyans, how they react to the full moon and turn into the gargantuan oozaru, Goku slowly started to withdraw into himself, getting more distant, which was extremely out of character for him.
At some point during the conversation, he rushed out into the woods, crying and screaming, his charge breaking through stone and wood alike, until he reached the end the edge of a rge cliff.
“Goku, what’s wrong?” Ginse’s voice resounded in his ears, her voice feeling almost like knives carving into his chest.
“Get away from me, you witch!”
“Look, I don’t actually mean any ill, kid. But what I said is true.”
“Not, it’s not! It isn’t! It just isn’t, all right?! Leave me alone!” His crying only intensified, with every word of consotion Bulma tried to give, until it soon clicked for her. How he’d sorrowfully been looking at his grandpa and his wounds, after she’d expined what the oozaru was. How he cringed and winced, upon connecting the dots of why Gohan put curtains on the windows, and insisted that he not go out, during a full moon; and so many other signs.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Her voice softened, her muscles loosening as she felt compassion for the boy, reaching out with her hand, to which he growled… but did not ask her to leave, again. Instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his fists, so hard that they could bleed. “You crippled your grandpa.”
Hearing those words hurt the boy like nothing ever had before; any wound he might’ve had before, was nothing compared to this. Never once in his life did the boy cry, nor even shed a tear, but now… he colpsed to the ground, screaming and shouting as tears flowed from his eyes like never before, his entire body shaking profusely, as the pain and agony, along with the revetion, unlocked his memories of both that night, and those prior to his arrival.
Then, after several long moments, the by finally uttered his first coherent words in several minutes, as he looked over the edge of the cliff.
“If… if I would actually… die, if I jumped off… if it would restore… grandpa’s… I would kill myself to…”
In that moment, Ginse lunged towards the kid, grabbing Goku in her arms and tightly hugging him, in a long and loving, genuine embrace, some of her own tears falling on his cheek, as she held the boy’s head close to her chest, her heartbeat drumming in his ears.
“I know you love your grandpa, Goku; and I know you didn’t want to hurt him. But, whatever we all do, it’s always by choice, and always with a purpose. Learn from your mistakes, instead of wallowing in the regret of having committed them. If you want to outgrow your mistakes, then learn from them. Be greater in every moment, than all moments prior.” With that, she turned the boy around and looked deep into his eyes, her gaze loving, although firm and resolute. “Are you willing to do that? Son Goku.”
“Yes! All the yes!” With that, the young boy reciprotated the hug, crying on Ginse’s chest, the girl smiling as she embraced him once again, before feeling her cheeks redden, getting flustered as Goku nonchantly used her shirt to wipe away his tears and snot, almost ripping it clean off of her.
“My, my… what a delightful moment.” From the nearby woods, Gohan’s voice resounded in their ears, with Goku immediately rushing into his arms, pushing both of them to the ground.
“I’m sorry, grandpa! I didn’t actually mean to hurt you.”
“I know you didn’t, child; and I still love you, all the same. No matter where you come from, it’s what’s in your heart, that reveals who you really are. And so long as your heart beats true, I will always love… my son.”
“I love you too, grandpa!”
With that, the two shared a long, loving embrace, with Ginse soon thereafter interjecting, wanting of course to crify and give her input.
“Ahem, what’s in your heart and your mind. And in soul, in spirit; quality of choices, consciousness, expressed divinity and veyond, etc, etc, and of course, among other things…”
“Hahaha!” From several trees away, a young man with long and flowing, violet hair ughed, smiling as he nodded to himself, upon seeing the beautiful moment unfold before him. “I love you too, mom.” He said to himself, wiping away a tear as he looked upon the signet bearing a picture of him as a child, and his mother teasing both him and his twin sister. “I promise I’ll find you… and then bring you home, once more.” With those words and solemn vow, he looked up towards she moonlight sky, and took a deep, deep breath, his jacket swaying in the breeze, before he vanished in thin air.
However, he was not the only onlooker, you see. There, someone on the higher peaks of Mount Paozu, a tall and peculiar looking figure, with strong features and peculiar looking… green hued and bck spotted armor donning his visage, was smiling deviously.
“My, my, my… what a heartwarming scene, is it not? Do you see now, little cleric? What you and your kind…” He spoke in a clear and pyful tone, crouching as he pulled up the blue skinned, wounded man’s face up from the dirt, his azure robes tattered and the odd floating circle behind his head, shattered to pieces. “Whoops! My mistake.” He rolled his eyes, noticing that the blue skinned man was no longer responding, instead only twitching as he was gasping his final breaths. “Guess I applied a little too much pressure, for your frail little body. I was hoping you’d st at least a little longer. Oh, well… send your infantile so-called “destroyer”, my spiteful regards, will you?”
With that, he crushed the blue man’s skull into his grip, before rising to his feet once more, sighing in relief and almost reminiscence, before looking towards Ginse, raising his eyebrow in appreciation and respect, and thereafter nodding almost with affection, before opening a portal and then stepping through.
And that’s where we’ll be leaving the story, for right now.
Although from a writing perspective, I will keep some of the, ahem… “mysterious” characters’ descriptions ambiguous, until their full reveal in the story, but otherwise I think it’s rather evident that they are this story’s version of Trunks and Cell.
There will likewise be further explorations of Frieza’s and Cooler’s story, aside from Ginse’s and Goku’s.
But, what do you think happened with Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa?
What happened with the saiyans in general?
Where is future bulma, and why is trunks looking to find her?
Find out in the next parts.
Anyways, among other things…
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Anyways, among other things...
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any "higher cim" to anyone's lives, than whoever's living those lives.
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc...
Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things...
Always question everythingThe more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know
Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin' what, etc.
WAHUURFIII
MUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/
True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/
Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-svery/
Exposing "virology", "germ theory" and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/
Exposing and retaliating against "israel" and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/
Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/
Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-svery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/
Anyway, among other things...
“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.
Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, care and love, imagination, courage, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond... among other things...
HARAGUURFIII WARAHUURFIII WAHUURFIII
MUAAAAH AHAHAHAH AHA HA HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA AHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
