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5/18/2025, 5:42:57 AM
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Okay, how did this go again? Ah yes! “Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong” you declare, bringing out your guitar and strumming it. “I am the disciple of the Grand Supreme Kai, the one that rocks the heavens! I am the disciple of the Supreme Kai, the one that befriended the one and only Majin Buu!” You play a tune, and proudly proclaim, “I am the Champion of the Heavens, child of the people of planet Plant, child of Champions of Earth, Son Gohan!”
Mom applauds, even wiping a tear from her eye. Hehe, nice. Buu cheers, pumping his fists in the air.
And… Kiclee stares at you with an almost indeterminent expression. You almost worry you’ve bewildered or even annoyed the girl… until she finally starts to let out an excited squeal as she seems nearly starstruck. “Eeeeeeee~!”
…Okay that’s a positive reaction right? “Right then, now that we know each other-”
“A REAL LIFE GOHAN!” she exclaims. Kiclee then runs to you, almost bouncing in place. “Oh wow I haven’t seen a redheaded one of you all that often! And you play the guitar too? Oh oh oh you’re a Saiyan right?! CAN YOU GO SUPER SAIYAN!?!”
“Y-yes…?” This is not what you were ready for.
Mom chuckles a little. “Well, you’ve met my son now, Kiclee-”
“SON?!” She does a double-take upon heading that. “WhaaaaaaAAAAAAt?!”
“Okay, okay, calm down Kiclee.” you request. “Before I answer anything else, I need to know. Have you been fighting off Garlic Jr. and all his new cronies all this time?”
Her shoulders slouch and she hangs her head. “Kinda…”
“Again, let’s take this from the top.” mom requests.
She rubs the back of her neck. “Ahem. So, I showed up here like… a month ago? I was helping Prika with a new technique of hers, when suddenly this big shard of like… weird glowy stuff came down. Seemed like a time rift but I wasn’t able to find my way back out of it, and so I… guess I was stuck here for a while.” She starts to move toward that rocky outcropping, continuing, “I came across this jar thing and a message left behind near it.”
“...Kiclee, if you don’t mind my asking, WHEN exactly are you from?” Bra asks.
“Oh! Age 1982.” she says almost casually.
You feel like your jaw is about to fall off as it hangs open, agape. “Age… nine-TEEN eighty two?!”
“Yeah-huh!” she confirms. “Anyway, this is what I found when I started looking for a way home.”
(cont.)
Okay, how did this go again? Ah yes! “Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong” you declare, bringing out your guitar and strumming it. “I am the disciple of the Grand Supreme Kai, the one that rocks the heavens! I am the disciple of the Supreme Kai, the one that befriended the one and only Majin Buu!” You play a tune, and proudly proclaim, “I am the Champion of the Heavens, child of the people of planet Plant, child of Champions of Earth, Son Gohan!”
Mom applauds, even wiping a tear from her eye. Hehe, nice. Buu cheers, pumping his fists in the air.
And… Kiclee stares at you with an almost indeterminent expression. You almost worry you’ve bewildered or even annoyed the girl… until she finally starts to let out an excited squeal as she seems nearly starstruck. “Eeeeeeee~!”
…Okay that’s a positive reaction right? “Right then, now that we know each other-”
“A REAL LIFE GOHAN!” she exclaims. Kiclee then runs to you, almost bouncing in place. “Oh wow I haven’t seen a redheaded one of you all that often! And you play the guitar too? Oh oh oh you’re a Saiyan right?! CAN YOU GO SUPER SAIYAN!?!”
“Y-yes…?” This is not what you were ready for.
Mom chuckles a little. “Well, you’ve met my son now, Kiclee-”
“SON?!” She does a double-take upon heading that. “WhaaaaaaAAAAAAt?!”
“Okay, okay, calm down Kiclee.” you request. “Before I answer anything else, I need to know. Have you been fighting off Garlic Jr. and all his new cronies all this time?”
Her shoulders slouch and she hangs her head. “Kinda…”
“Again, let’s take this from the top.” mom requests.
She rubs the back of her neck. “Ahem. So, I showed up here like… a month ago? I was helping Prika with a new technique of hers, when suddenly this big shard of like… weird glowy stuff came down. Seemed like a time rift but I wasn’t able to find my way back out of it, and so I… guess I was stuck here for a while.” She starts to move toward that rocky outcropping, continuing, “I came across this jar thing and a message left behind near it.”
“...Kiclee, if you don’t mind my asking, WHEN exactly are you from?” Bra asks.
“Oh! Age 1982.” she says almost casually.
You feel like your jaw is about to fall off as it hangs open, agape. “Age… nine-TEEN eighty two?!”
“Yeah-huh!” she confirms. “Anyway, this is what I found when I started looking for a way home.”
(cont.)
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