Tomodachi




Please save my soul !!!






Chapter 1: As blue as your eyes ...




It was quiet, but no one took pity on hearing the silence. Akari didn't hear them either, but she felt them. The stars shone in the sky, but Akari made no effort to open his eyes and enjoy their sight. She was tired of paying her attention in the auspicious glow and following the twinkle to another defeat in her long search. She was tired of life and found herself thinking of just turning around, just going home ...


Neither Akari`s head nor her heart had anything against this decision ... only the small chain around her neck kept her from it.


Akari felt the small round-cut gem between her fingers, but it didn't remind her of anything. Even the melody, which Akari was humming softly to himself, could not find a permanent place in her memory.

Akari believed that she had known this wondrous song since she was a child, but she wasn't sure. She was never quite sure what her childhood was about.


Only fragments of her past came back piece by piece in Akari`s memory. She had forgotten everything that was once. There was only one thing that she had never completely got out of her head: her father.


Akari felt the wind gently brushing her hair and the dusty sand she was lying on as it swirled around her. Little by little she built up her father's face in front of her.


He had deep black eyes, whose eyebrows of the same color were always drawn deep into his face, which made it look even darker than it actually was. His hair had also been black and standing on end and sometimes Akari had the feeling that even his soul was black.


Akari also remembered that her father's pride had forbidden him all his life to show his good sides.

Akari`s eyes were light green and apparently had the ability to look into every being's soul, so that she had never had a problem loving her father despite his exaggerated vanity and selfishness.


Yes, Akari remembered that. She had loved her father, but ... had she ever hated him too ?!


"No," thought Akari and smiled a little, "that can't be. Then why should I look for him?"


Akari was looking for her father. For years on every star in the galaxy. Something overshadowed Akari's memories since her father hadn't come home one day. Everything Akari knew and believed in had slipped from her soul since then.


Akari opened his eyes and looked up at the stars. She could have sworn to have been to every little point in the sky and still been right.


No, Akari didn't hate her father, but did she really love him? Maybe it was just the hunt for her past that drove Akari across all worlds to find the answer in her father !?

Akari soon got tired of thinking and sat upright in the dust that covered everything as far as the eye could see.


"One more," Akari whispered into the wind, as if she were speaking to him, "Just one more star, then I'll turn back, do you hear Tomodachi?"


A strange sparkle hissed through Akari`s gemstone and in the next moment two pairs of hooves whirled up the sand.


"I don't want to anymore, Tomodachi. I want to go home. Just one more star, then it's over."


Akari sighed loudly and then looked deep into the light blue eyes of a snow-white horse. His mane moved in the wind like in water.


Akari looked at it for a long time, as if her gaze would penetrate the horse, but then suddenly her gaze slipped past the horse and she looked intensely at a small blue point in the distance.


"Do you see the planet there?", Akari asked and showed her friend the direction, "It is just as blue as your eyes! It should be!"

But Tomodachi no longer heard this. He had come back on the chain, ready to find the end of a search that had been two lives.




Five friends stood in front of a huge blackboard that listed the finalists of the big tournament and studied them thoroughly.


A few minutes ago they got stuck in a crowd and had to stop one of them, namely the extremely easy-to-travel vegeta, from simply blowing that crowd away, which meant that they had missed the draw for the finals.


Without a word they now looked at the encounters. Vegeta grinned and realized that he would face his absolute archenemy Son Goku in his second fight if both of them defeated their first opponents. In Son-Goku`s son Son-Goten, Vegeta did not see a bigger problem and would not have objected to pitting his own son Trunks as well. This one, however, was supposed to meet the "greenling" Piccolo in his first fight, while in the last fight two fighters met who all five did not know and who actually didn’t really matter to them.

Now just one more question remains: who would Goku meet? He was standing seriously thinking in front of the blackboard when Vegeta looked over at him. In the picture, next to Goku`s, there was a girl on the board, who was maybe only 14 years old. It had dark blonde hair and a pink headscarf tied over it.


Vegeta had to grin again, but this time mockingly.


"Well, Kakarott, scared of the brat?" He sneered. Everyone else jerked their heads in Vegeta's direction. This "kakarott" was his trademark for provoking Son Goku. But he didn't let himself be disturbed and gave Vegeta a completely normal answer.


"No, it's just ..."


He supported his chin with one hand and his elbow with the other.


"I don't know her, but ... her look ... I can't help it, but it's like yours, Vegeta!"


Everyone was staring at this part of the board. In fact, the girl was grinning in a sneering way only Vegeta used to grin.

Vegeta got mad.


"Pa, you are crazy about Kakarott," he grumbled and pulled away with a grin, as if he was turning his back on a fool. The others followed without a word.


About 50 meters away, Akari was sitting on the wall that separated the ring and the stands from the forecourt. She ignored the crowds that passed by and looked up at the clouds as they moved over her in all kinds of shapes.


Next to her crouched a snow-white kitten with frost-colored eyes and silver paws. When Akari looked down and looked at it, she had to smile. She took an ocarin out of her pocket, put it to her lips and spell playing a somehow beautiful, but also sad song. The little kitten rocked to the tune like a palm tree in the wind.


A small group of finalists pushed their way through the crowd in the forecourt, while the fans in the stands were roaring warmly.


The sounds of the ocarina penetrated only faintly through the thousands of voices, but Vegeta had hardly heard them when he stopped dead and looked around.

Unfortunately it wasn't too big and the crowds blocked his view.


Son-Goku hadn't heard the melody, but had grown quite tall and was able to see over the heads of people, so he saw his first opponent crouching on the wall.


Delighted, he pushed his way through the crowd (he parted them like Moses shared the sea). The others followed him without really knowing exactly where they were going.


"Hello," said Goku and held out his hand to Akari in a friendly manner.


But no sooner had she looked up to him and thus ended her song, the kitten jumped hissing loudly onto her Akari`s lap, hunched over her head and raised her hair.


Son-Goku quickly pulled his hand out of the cat's scratching field.


"Tomodachi!", Akari scolded and still took the hissing cat on the arm. But when this did not give up, Akari banished her back to the chain with a snap of his fingers amid the amazement of those standing around.

After a while, Son-Goku was the first to recover and held out his hand again.


"Hello. I'm Goku, your first opponent," he beamed.


Akari bowed her head and rolled her eyes so that she could just see Goku above her and grinned at him nastily. She got up and stood on the wall (but she wasn't taller than Son-Goku yet) and reminded Son-goten, Trunks and Piccolo of someone in particular (all three looked at Vegeta at the same time).


"Hm ...", Akari began, "one can really feel sorry for you."


With these words she disappeared lightly, balancing on the wall.




While Son-Goku and Co. were amazed at the strange girl and no one doubted that she could easily compete with Vegeta in matters of "conceit", Akari hung on to her thoughts. She staggered happily over the wall as if she were dancing to a song and ignored how she slapped one or the other in the face or kicked the pit of the stomach.

It had been a long time since she wasn't worried about anything like now and a cozy warm feeling bubbled up inside her. Fragrances of all kinds rose up her nose that she had never noticed before. She felt completely free of any thoughts, although she wasn't sure why. It was as if Akari knew that something miraculous was about to happen, although she couldn't find anything like that in her mind, no matter how long she digged through them.


It was actually part of Akari`s way of thinking about such things until she had found an answer. This time, however, she didn't care. She did not want to give up this feeling, which was connected with a tremendous ease, at any price.




Meanwhile, the other finalists were already waiting in the anteroom that led to the ring (they didn't worry about the final; it was normal for them to be there, but everyone felt that this time was a little different than usual ...)


"Nice girl, really," Trunks said ironically.

"Indeed."


Son-Goten was sitting on the floor next to Trunks, preparing himself a bit for the not exactly easy fight against Vegeta. He had already had his "Oh-my_God-that-can't-be-look" for a few minutes and was staring straight