Chapter 17
Pikkon hovered down into the rift in spacetime Shin created. Having mastered the ability to trap air in one’s qi field, he had enough air for days to breathe. Pikkon had been temporarily resurrected for the sole purpose of mending the space-time that had been ruptured. The warrior and the Supreme Kai looked around to the battleground to find it was just as they’d been told of.
The tears in space-time were definitely present. Some were tears that had been opened up in Hell, the true Hell and not just Other World’s lower sections fit for punishment. Many denizens of Hell were leaving through the portals Buu and Goku tore up. Others opened up to Snake Way while another opened up to King Yemma’s office, where the giant red man was suspiciously absent.
“I see the rips in space-time were not at all exaggerated,” Shin said. “It seems a great battle took place here. Wouldn’t you agree, Pikkon.”
The alien almost didn’t hear the Kai speak. He was too busy thinking about his own battle with Majin Buu. Buu’s words about his true nature rang in Pikkon’s ears all those years later.
When I first met Majin Buu…He thought. He knew what I was. Someone who wished to commit violent actions…to make this galaxy my personal playground and conquer it. Everyday I regret my foolishness.
He hung his head in shame, thankful he was not on the receiving end of Son Goku’s Super Saiyan wrath. Pikkon would be burning in Hell right now and he couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it. He sighed in exasperation of his former state.
Is all it takes to reform someone, to truly change their heart…? He wondered. Is time?
He looked up to the cosmos, knowing if he hadn’t been threatened with being imprisoned in a star for all eternity, Pikkon would probably be rotting in Hell right now. His heart was truly changed for the better but only after being reined in for centuries by Shin and the other Kais. It was a blessing in disguise as they showed him happiness he’d never otherwise know.
“Thank-you,” Pikkon said.
“What?!” Shin asked.
“Oh-!” he replied. “Nothing! I, just…”
He turned back to the mess at hand and began blasting at the souls crawling out of Hell. The figures that were slowly taking shape were blown to smithereens. Shin fired bolts of qi at the remaining ones as well, vaporizing the escaping souls.
“I’ll get these small fries,” Shin said. “You start patching up the holes.”
Pikkon nodded before flying towards a portal between this world and Hell. After Shin had sent the escapees back to the afterlife, the remaining souls quickly retreated back into the fiery pit. Upon arriving at the torn space, he manifested qi into his right hand.
After a moment of focus, he then solidified the qi into a sewing needle and thread. Pikkon quickly went to work patching up the two flaps of torn space-time. After binding it together he turned to find Shin had begun doing the same to another rupture in space-time.
Reality Binding Thread. Pikkon remembered. One of the most skill intensive qi techniques, requiring years to master. It’s one of the hardest powers to master due to the immense amount of qi one must concentrate into less than a centimeter’s width. What a chore it was to attain it.
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“I’ve got this side,” Shin said. “Go ahead and do the northern corner.”
Pikkon nodded before flying to the northernmost tears in reality. As he did, the alien warrior felt partially responsible for the signs of destruction around him. He remembered that, in a way, his evil deeds would always be a part of Majin Buu. The more evil one committed, the greater the portion they shared in Buu’s power.
If evil refuses to repent…Pikkon thought. The more likely actions like this will be carried out. Evil that goes unpunished only breeds further destruction. That is something I will never forget…
After a thousand years, the wait was over. Yamoshi had never felt so good as he ascended to the land beyond everything else. He had seen it from his position in the Realm of Souls but never actually experienced it.
Other World was far below him, even its highest peak so great a distance he could no longer see it. Above Yamoshi was light. A light so bright it practically blinded him. He could see and yet couldn’t see the brilliant white he was approaching. Explaining was an impossible task as his soul was filled with intense warmth and mirth.
It’s so beautiful…He thought. So, so beautiful.
He finally reached the pinnacle of what he was soaring too. Yamoshi found himself standing on ground as soft as silk that was shining as bright as diamond. Staring forward he could see a large light that encompassed all of the area in front of him that prevented him from gaining a better vision of the place.
But there was someone he could see. She stood in front of the mass of light, staring directly at him. She was dressed in pure white, just as Yamoshi was. The blond hair that reached midway down her back shined almost as brightly as the light behind her. As she saw Yamoshi, she approached him. After drawing so close that she could embrace him, she ran her hands across his face.
“I’ve been waiting here since the moment I died,” she said. “I never entered Heaven, knowing you could not join me.”
“So it is just as I feared,” Yamoshi said. “You’ve been waiting here…for a thousand years…just for me. Tell me…was it worth it? To deny yourself for your lost love?”
“I cannot believe otherwise,” she answered. “All I wish now is that…you will be with me. For all eternity.”
Yamoshi stroked her face, unable to turn away from the joy in her eyes.
“I never intended otherwise,” he said. “Just know that every day that I was fulfilling my duties in the Realm of Souls…I longed to join you. I never intended anything else besides resuming our love.”
“Then let’s go together,” she said. “As we were meant to.”
He nodded before they turned the bright, white light in front of them. The pair of Saiyans clasped hands, just as they did before her death. Yamoshi forgot the invigoration of holding her hand that he had longed for a millenia for. In her grasp, he felt as if he could do anything, that nothing was impossible, that every accomplishment or desire was his for the taking. He could only describe it as the power of love.
“I couldn’t enter this place without you,” she said as they walked forward. “All I could think of was how scared I was in my last moments because I never thought I’d see you again.”
“As was I,” Yamoshi replied. “I dreaded every moment in the Realm of Souls for the sole reason I was not with you.”
“Oh…” she said. “I’d never want to live a life without you. Please…Please…share every moment moving forward with me.”
“I will,” Yamoshi answered. “I will. Forever and ever.”
And as they walked into the blinding light, the two were immersed in the most beautiful of sensations.