Translation
Fanfic: Auf Wiedersehen, Grossvater
me again when you die?And never talk to me again? "Son-Goku was visibly sad." No, unfortunately not. "Gohan smiled." But ... I want to leave you something ... there is a ball in my chest ... an orange ball with four stars in it. I don't know what it is, but there is something fantastic in it, I can feel it. It should be yours, just like the nyoibo. And one more thing, my little one, I will always be with you ... remember that ... even if my body is not there ... my soul ... it will be ... always. "
As soon as Gohan had spoken the last word, his body gave in to the injuries, and he let it happen, he had now completed his last task. His eyes closed, his breathing stopped, and finally his heart stopped beating too.
The little boy's thoughts raced so fast that he couldn't grasp any of them. Grandfather - dead - gone - always - alone ...
Son-Goku was too young to really understand what death was, but he knew that his grandfather would never speak to him or do anything again.What to do now A thought finally seemed tangible. Grandfather once said that dead people should be buried. And then his head was just empty, dull and foggy.
Goku got up and went to seal the lifeless body that had once been Gohan in a stone tomb.
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5. Alone
Gohan. It was written on the largest stone slab of the same person's grave. Son Goku got up and ran towards his house. His gaze was just as empty as his soul, as if all will to live had departed from him. And at the moment that seemed to be the case. His grandfather's death had shocked the boy because he had never imagined that grandfather could just be gone.
When he got to his house, or rather what was left of it, he gathered some clothes and got dressed.
Within the next few days, Goku completely rebuilt his house. It hadn't been as difficult as he'd imagined. He also looked for what was left of rice and pasta, and "straightened" the slightly damaged well next to the house. Life was as it had been before the fateful night, but something crucial was missing. Grandfather. Time seemed to stand still and yet to go on inexorably, sliding through your fingers, the sun was only half as bright, the food tasted only half as good, the leaves no longer shone.
Day after day, Goku sat in front of his house and pondered what was totally atypical for him. Otherwise he hardly did anything, ate nothing, seldom drank. In short, he was no longer himself. That went on for a week or two ...
In a green, blooming meadow, where butterflies and bees frolicked, sat a little boy with black hair that stuck in all directions and a simple blue combat suit on his body.His head was on his knees, and his arms and tail wrapped around his legs. His gaze was dull, his eyes, it seemed, had lost their luster for ages. It had only been a few days. Only days since his life had suddenly changed. The boy was strong, he was smart, but he felt lonely and helpless. 'What should I do?' he asked himself. 'Grandfather is gone. Forever. Just because. I am all alone ... "and the words" all alone "echoed in his mind, his soul, his heart. Then the boy began to cry. The tears ran unhindered down his little face, his body became with jerky sobs He sank forward on the grass and hid his face behind his arms and his head of hair. Still sobbing heavily, he wiped his face and smeared the tears on it. The salt water stung his skin. With an effort he straightened and the sobbing gradually subsided.Goku raised his head and looked up at the sky.
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6. Farewell
And the little one looked up and up into the glistening light of the sun. Trying to find answers to his innumerable questions. But he gave himself a jerk and got up, turned around and walked towards his house. Something had occurred to him ... all hope was not lost for him yet. He walked a steady corridor that soon brought him to the rebuilt little house. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and turned to a half-rotten chest. He put his hands on the lid and pushed it up and back until it came to a stop on its own. Son Goku looked inside; In the chest was a beautiful Chinese fan, some papers, some old-looking books, and some clothes. Not what Goku was looking for. So he started digging a bit until he came across something round, smooth, cool.He reached for it and pulled it out.
It was a glittering ball of golden brown color that contained four small red stars. So what. This was Grandfather's legacy to him. He looked at the ball in amazement and delight. He had never seen anything like it. But then again, he hadn't seen a lot ...
Suddenly the child got something like a flash of inspiration ... he remembers Gohan's words ... "But ... I want to leave you something ... in my chest there is a ball ... an orange ball with four Stars in it. I don't know what it is, but there is something fantastic hidden in it, I can feel it. It should belong to you, just like the Nyoibo. And one more thing, my little one, I will always be with you ... remember that ... even if my body is not there ... my soul ... it will ... always be. "Son-Goku smiled. No, he was far from alone. After all, he had grandfather.
Son-Goku put the ball down and ran outside, only to come back a little later with a blossoming branch of cherry.Thereupon he grabbed the Nyoibo, which now also belonged to him, as well as the ball, and went to his grandfather's grave. He carefully placed the crystal ball and the cherry twig on the grave, the nyoibo next to him on the ground. Kneeling, he raised his hands, pressed flat together, to his forehead, eyes down in awe. At that moment not a leaf seemed to move, not a rustle of leaves, everything went quiet.
"Grandfather ...", Goku began. "I want to thank you. You taught me a lot and I admire you. When I grow up, I want to be like you. I hope you have it well, up there in heaven. Give my regards to the gods. Maybe we'll see each other yes in heaven again one day. "He paused, like a speaker trying to impress his audience. Nobody was there, but everything that was alive was enough of the audience.
"Peace to your soul.", The boy finished and bowed his head again low. Then he got up and he had changed.His previous awe was gone, instead he looked down at the pile of stones solemnly and proudly. "Goodbye, grandfather.", Said Son-Goku and turned around, disappeared into the dense jungle.
As soon as Gohan had spoken the last word, his body gave in to the injuries, and he let it happen, he had now completed his last task. His eyes closed, his breathing stopped, and finally his heart stopped beating too.
The little boy's thoughts raced so fast that he couldn't grasp any of them. Grandfather - dead - gone - always - alone ...
Son-Goku was too young to really understand what death was, but he knew that his grandfather would never speak to him or do anything again.What to do now A thought finally seemed tangible. Grandfather once said that dead people should be buried. And then his head was just empty, dull and foggy.
Goku got up and went to seal the lifeless body that had once been Gohan in a stone tomb.
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5. Alone
Gohan. It was written on the largest stone slab of the same person's grave. Son Goku got up and ran towards his house. His gaze was just as empty as his soul, as if all will to live had departed from him. And at the moment that seemed to be the case. His grandfather's death had shocked the boy because he had never imagined that grandfather could just be gone.
When he got to his house, or rather what was left of it, he gathered some clothes and got dressed.
Within the next few days, Goku completely rebuilt his house. It hadn't been as difficult as he'd imagined. He also looked for what was left of rice and pasta, and "straightened" the slightly damaged well next to the house. Life was as it had been before the fateful night, but something crucial was missing. Grandfather. Time seemed to stand still and yet to go on inexorably, sliding through your fingers, the sun was only half as bright, the food tasted only half as good, the leaves no longer shone.
Day after day, Goku sat in front of his house and pondered what was totally atypical for him. Otherwise he hardly did anything, ate nothing, seldom drank. In short, he was no longer himself. That went on for a week or two ...
In a green, blooming meadow, where butterflies and bees frolicked, sat a little boy with black hair that stuck in all directions and a simple blue combat suit on his body.His head was on his knees, and his arms and tail wrapped around his legs. His gaze was dull, his eyes, it seemed, had lost their luster for ages. It had only been a few days. Only days since his life had suddenly changed. The boy was strong, he was smart, but he felt lonely and helpless. 'What should I do?' he asked himself. 'Grandfather is gone. Forever. Just because. I am all alone ... "and the words" all alone "echoed in his mind, his soul, his heart. Then the boy began to cry. The tears ran unhindered down his little face, his body became with jerky sobs He sank forward on the grass and hid his face behind his arms and his head of hair. Still sobbing heavily, he wiped his face and smeared the tears on it. The salt water stung his skin. With an effort he straightened and the sobbing gradually subsided.Goku raised his head and looked up at the sky.
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6. Farewell
And the little one looked up and up into the glistening light of the sun. Trying to find answers to his innumerable questions. But he gave himself a jerk and got up, turned around and walked towards his house. Something had occurred to him ... all hope was not lost for him yet. He walked a steady corridor that soon brought him to the rebuilt little house. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and turned to a half-rotten chest. He put his hands on the lid and pushed it up and back until it came to a stop on its own. Son Goku looked inside; In the chest was a beautiful Chinese fan, some papers, some old-looking books, and some clothes. Not what Goku was looking for. So he started digging a bit until he came across something round, smooth, cool.He reached for it and pulled it out.
It was a glittering ball of golden brown color that contained four small red stars. So what. This was Grandfather's legacy to him. He looked at the ball in amazement and delight. He had never seen anything like it. But then again, he hadn't seen a lot ...
Suddenly the child got something like a flash of inspiration ... he remembers Gohan's words ... "But ... I want to leave you something ... in my chest there is a ball ... an orange ball with four Stars in it. I don't know what it is, but there is something fantastic hidden in it, I can feel it. It should belong to you, just like the Nyoibo. And one more thing, my little one, I will always be with you ... remember that ... even if my body is not there ... my soul ... it will ... always be. "Son-Goku smiled. No, he was far from alone. After all, he had grandfather.
Son-Goku put the ball down and ran outside, only to come back a little later with a blossoming branch of cherry.Thereupon he grabbed the Nyoibo, which now also belonged to him, as well as the ball, and went to his grandfather's grave. He carefully placed the crystal ball and the cherry twig on the grave, the nyoibo next to him on the ground. Kneeling, he raised his hands, pressed flat together, to his forehead, eyes down in awe. At that moment not a leaf seemed to move, not a rustle of leaves, everything went quiet.
"Grandfather ...", Goku began. "I want to thank you. You taught me a lot and I admire you. When I grow up, I want to be like you. I hope you have it well, up there in heaven. Give my regards to the gods. Maybe we'll see each other yes in heaven again one day. "He paused, like a speaker trying to impress his audience. Nobody was there, but everything that was alive was enough of the audience.
"Peace to your soul.", The boy finished and bowed his head again low. Then he got up and he had changed.His previous awe was gone, instead he looked down at the pile of stones solemnly and proudly. "Goodbye, grandfather.", Said Son-Goku and turned around, disappeared into the dense jungle.