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♡Cell's Multiplication♡

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Chapter 1 - Chapter One: Dark Epoch Approaching

Chapter One: Dark Epoch Approaching

Silence… Rustling… Silence… Having the person who literally created you a few days ago being killed leaving you without a purpose alone and defenseless must suck right? That's at least what Jr thought, sniffling and sobbing, they barely knew their father yet still missed him all the same.

"Someone? Anyone?" They asked without answer, walking and walking seemingly forever, not being able to go near any city or town without being run out. Not knowing what to do, they started watching the now revived Z fighters from afar, though never daring to approach in fear of attack.

"Dad would want me to defeat them out of revenge for his death but… if he couldn't defeat them, how could I? I'm not nearly as powerful as him…"

They questioned themself as they nervously gazed at the Z fighters training ground from the foliage. Eventually, deciding to cut their losses, they left the foliage that they were hiding in and ventured into the world unknown to them.

Trying to not get caught in the crossfire of the world they made sure to go far, far away from Z fighters Hoping that their KI doesn't get noticed by them. Slowly as the daylight sinked down to the horizon they eventually reach a field filled with tall, dark green grass which sits in the isolated mountain range alone. Jr staggered through the tall grass eventually collapsing under the large pine tree sitting on the edge of the field. Jr eventually gathers enough energy to bring themselves to look at the night sky, amazed and marveled "This… this place is wonderful! Why would Dad ever want to destroy a world so vibrant, verdant, and magnificent?" Jr has had many questions about the world as a whole, how many stars actually exist out there in the universe? How do you tie your shoes? What is a pomegranate? Being a creature who was literally created only a few hours ago of course they'd have many questions but none as important or interesting as the question about what type of man their father was. What type of music did he like? What was his favorite ice-cream flavor? Did he actually love them…? Pondering all these questions mixed with the exhaustion of the tiring and chaotic day slowly, gently brought them to sleep.