I'm already against that, this time with a FF that, let's say, doesn't have several parts. *G*




It was raining, and the drops were pearling down her face, she ran through the dark streets of the city. She didn't know who she was, where she was and where she belonged, but she knew one thing, she didn't belong here. dark shadows appeared behind her, her heart racing. She walked on with soaked things, turning into an even darker alley again and again so as not to get caught. A ray of light appeared, the helicopter had caught her and she could no longer escape, she screamed in fear.


"It was just a dream," soothed Son Goku Pan, who was lying in bed in sweat and gasping for air. It was 3:00 a.m. and that dream, it wouldn't let go of her. "Sleep against," said Son Goku reassuringly, and Pan closed his eyes.


Again she ran, behind her dogs, one overtook her, "NO" she shouted, but it was too late, the dog had caught her.pan dragged himself forward, the dog had caught her right leg, it hurt, but the pain of the heart was greater. Where was her grandfather, who always saved her when she needed help, who was always there for her when she had a problem. But now he wasn't there. He couldn't help her, or did he really not want to? She was strong and could have defended herself, but she couldn't, she was missing something. Mute tears rolled down her cheeks. Again the helicopter but no one woke her.


"Stand up!" shouted Gohan, her father. There were still tears on Pan's face. "So what's going on?" he asked and took her in his arms. "He wasn't there to help me," said Pan, sobbing. "But he's here, but ..." he looked at her right leg. It was full of blood. Now Pan open it too, but it was just a dream, wasn't it? "Father come on!" shouted Gohan. Immediately Son Goku came running. "What is it!" he asked worriedly, staring at the leg.Then on Pan's face, who was still crying. "Don't cry pee" he finally said cheerfully and took Pan in his arms.


A year passed and Pan's nightmares got worse and worse, with more and more injuries. There was a large tunir in front of which everyone wanted to take part. Himself, Kuririn, who knew he was going to lose, but he enjoyed fighting. Everyone passed the opening rounds, and now the decision of the lottery came. "Fortunately, nobody fights against anyone in the first round," grinned Kuririn, the others didn't really care, the main thing was fighting. Pan was the first to go, and had no problems either. Now SonGohan came along, he too had zero problem beating the woman named Ladia Ko. But the last fight should be more than a fight. "What's going on Son Goku?" asked Piccolo in his good-humored manner. "That one ......


Will you see? Son Goku and Anonymous walked into the ring."I will destroy the earth, but first my fun" greeted his opponent. "I know, but first, what's your name? If I'm already defeated, I at least want to know by whom" "My name is Obo" When he said this, he bowed. "So Obo," grinned Son Goku and attacked. A solicited fight ensued. After all, Son Goku was at the end of his tether. "I have no mercy," said Obo and struck one last time. Son Goku flew out of the ring, through a wall, and he didn't stop. Pan ran over to it, held the lifeless body and knelt. That was unfair, she thought. Big tears rolled down her cheeks, now her dream should come true. He couldn't help her now. In a rage she slapped Son goku's lifeless body, she hated him, why did he have to die. but then he disappeared and for good. everyone else had thrown themselves on Obo, but this one was now in top shape and knocked everyone down, that was 3 years ago.



Pan is now an adult, she was wanted, out of anger and desperation she had killed people for no reason. She wasn't sure what she was doing, she wasn't interested in how the people are doing who now found out that someone they knew had died. She didn't care how the children felt now, the knowledge that they never saw their father again, or their mother. She ran through the alleys, she kept turning into one that was darker, she no longer thought about her grandpa, her father or her mother, she had already forgotten them, she no longer knew who she was, where she was, yet where she belonged, but there was one thing she knew exactly that she didn't belong here. It struck her as familiar, as if she had been here before, and she already knew her thoughts too. suddenly she remembered. all the memories believed lost. The most important thing, however, was her grandpa. Son Goku. Pan a lot, now she was aware of what she had done, it was wrong, she thought of her suffering, how she had suffered when her grandpa died, now she knew again who she was and where she belonged.The light, it was the helicopter, and the dogs came, what should she do? In dreams she was always woken up by her grandpa, who had taken her in his arms, but that was the reality now, wasn't it? it rained. Pan got to her feet, not wanting to leave the world until she had made good all the damage she had done. From the scoop she drew new strength and new hope, her aura shone in a gold, from her coat, which was already completely torn, she took a knife, she led it to her wrist, and snorted once. Blood spurted from her pulz vein, it was over, she knew that, now she could go back to her father, but most importantly to her grandpa. Her body dissolved and the first sun streaks turned the sky into a pink red. The individual particles of her body were distributed in all directions and gave rise to life where there was none. her death resulted in new life, and Pan's debt was settled.





I hope you like it. And tell me if you think short stories are better than endlessly long ones.


BlackWolf