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I think I wrote this one in a flow of mind. Format's barked.
Maybe my expertise is in writing out mundane stuff...?
More of a concept than an actual story. (this seems to be central to all my works.)
Dear Diary,
I want to explain some things so I don’t lose my mind. I was born into a small village where the majority of the people there were animals of the sorts. It felt like I was in a children’s book at points. I lived with a family of mice despite being a human. I think they’ve been waiting to tell me I was adopted, but unfortunately being the way I am I already figured it out. I have no idea how I died in my past life, and I don’t want to be a bother.
If there’s anything I’d need to unlearn in my short four years of life it would be the absurd amount of food. It wasn’t really expected, living in a world where dinosaurs still roamed the earth and my parents were both known hunters and I had six different siblings. All of them were mice as well, some younger and some older. I will now introduce them in order.
Basil is the oldest one, he’s kind of hot headed and people would say he’s a delinquent, but he’s actually quite introspective. He’s 16.
Jerry and Julius are both twins. They like pulling pranks on people and taking food from the pantry. They’re 14.
Apricot is the second oldest after the twins. She has no big sister energy at all since the parents got babysitters for the younger ones. Myself included, but I’m always sneaking out. She’s 12.
Mousili is 7 years old and thinks that makes her very impressive. But I’m turning five in a few months so I’m catching up.
And our youngest is Bee. She’s a very very recent addition.
And I was named Churin. I think chu is the sound mice make. Wait, no, that’s Pikachu…
A lot of people would probably be more freaked out about the circumstances of randomly dying and then being reborn into a new and unknown world but I read a lot of Isekai novels while I was at the hospital. This is kind of standard. I never would’ve expected this to happen to me, they said I was having a pretty smooth recovery and I’d be back in time to celebrate my sweet 16. Kinda messed up if I think about it. It would make more sense for me to have an existential crisis since I’m here despite having no religious beliefs at all, so I’m not sure how it all works. The one computer in the village library doesn’t have any answers either, so I ended up aimless for a few days after my birthday. That’s when Apricot gave me this diary so “I stopped looking like a mopey loser.” Her words, not mine.
I’ve been writing this in an area I’ve never been in before. I kinda biked really far, then I took a fisher boat. It’s not running away if I wrote a letter though… I’m on a journey with my camera, I’ll be back in a week probably…. Yeah, it sounds pretty bad even writing it down. The area I wandered to was mostly a wasteland, but there were a lot of mountain like pillars. It was pretty neat, here, I’ll take a photo with my camera.
I think I’ll stop writing now, there’s a huge pile of ants surrounding a bunch of uneaten food.
I was so fixated on the ants that I didn’t notice the person sneak up behind me. I didn’t yell at all, no way. I don’t know how he did it, he’s wearing a purple… I know what this is, Julius wears one all the time when he trains at the dojo. Oh. A Dogi! Most people just say Gi, or martial arts uniform. It’s very distinct in terms of the rocks. And dinosaurs.
I stare at the boy. And he stares back at me. I probably look ridiculous wearing nothing but a T-shirt and jeans in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t scream “I’m a random civilian, where are my parents?!” Harder than if I tried. Mom and dad were probably freaking out by now if they got to my letter, but I have no idea how many days it’s been.
“What are you doing…?” I’m interrupted by my train of thought. He’s so soft spoken, he’d be the mouse like one out of the two of us here.
“I’m counting the ants. They’re all well coordinated in food searching. Do you see how they line up?’
And if he squinted really hard, he did see how the ants were almost marching.
“Uh..Yeah.”
“Pretty cool, right? I’m Churin.” I introduce myself.
“…Gohan.” He murmurs.
“I think that means rice, right?”
“…yeah.” Ahh, this kid is too shy. It’s making me feel so bad.
“Do you want to watch more ants with me? I saw some red ones further down.”
“Sorry, I can’t. I need to train.”
“Train for what, a tournament? My brothers train too sometimes.”
“No, not that kind of tournament… it’s for the fate of the world.” Woah, that’s serious. Or his parents set him up way too high. I wanted to say more but he got there first.
“Everyone’s expecting me to fight… but I hate fighting!”
I shrug to response.
“Well, that makes sense. You’re a kid. You’ve only lived in peaceful times.”
But you’re a kid too… was his unspoken thought. I’m way too wise beyond my age, but I died when I was fifteen. Is there some kind of mental math I need to adjust for or am I just stuck at 15 year old brain until I actually turn fifteen? Shaking my head, I try to think of what would help a kid who feels like he’s holding the world on his shoulders based on adult expectations.
“Have you ever tried fighting dirty?”
“…I can’t do that. I need to fight like my dad does.” Oh no. I can’t handle boys with dad problems.
“Look, Gohan.” And I stand up from my spot for emphasis. “You aren’t your dad. If you don’t like fighting, you need to find a way to make it work for you. And fighting honorably is stupid when people want to actually hurt you. (If this was a thing about honor.) So who cares if you elbow someone or do a bunch of cheap tricks?”
That didn’t make him happy at all, but I guess that’s to be expected. Kid has a lot to deal with.
I would’ve continued but then I noted something big was above us. A human tenses up when feeling like they’re in danger, and I definitely felt like whatever was above would kill me in one go.
And when that landed. I was in shock. That was Piccolo from dragon ball Z. Instinctively I blurted out the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t Piccolo’s name.
“Big green?!”
He grimaced, likely because there was a kid here. I barely had time to fully think before I started rising in the air.
“Alright, time for you to go home.”
As he practically lifted me and my bike up with one hand, I started yelling to Gohan. (holy shit, that’s Gohan!)
“Oh, kid! Do you have email?!”
He watched me float up to the sky and palmed his mouth to shout.
“No! I could try getting one!”
Okay, so he’d probably never get one if I recall how much Chichi hated him getting distracted. An email friend would definitely count as that.
“Never mind! I live in the salmon village! It’s all we’re known for!”
I kept shouting until it seemed like he couldn’t hear me anymore, and then I waved goodbye.
I was unceremoniously dropped off at the entrance to the village with all my stuff intact.
I should probably thank Piccolo for not breaking anything I brought and mostly shoving it into my bag or into the capsules.
“Thanks, Big Green!” I knew this would piss him off but it’s not like I could actually call him by name. Unless he could read minds. That’s probably something one of them could do.
“Mmmgh.” He gave a noncommittal grunt and flew away.
Apricot was sitting outside our house painting her nails.
“Your jaw is going to be stuck that way.” She said.
As I walked by, no one in the village was panicked at all. The brothers were watching TV and I stood outside the window with my mouth gaped. They waved to me. I waved back.
“Did you catch any flies?” Mousili ran up to me and then out of the house.
I went into the house where Bee was crying and my mom was reading the letter.
Dad spoke to me. “I thought you said you’d be back in a week? It’s only been two days. Did you have a nice sleepover?”
“I changed my mind”, I said, and then immediately ran to the library.
“We should’ve bought you a computer, not a camera…!” My mom said as I closed the door.
I stood there in the library staring into nothing.
Holy shit.
I’ve gotten the revelation of a lifetime.
What do I even do…?
Oh. Nothing. I remember a lot of dragon ball and power scaling is insane. Can’t do anything for Vegeta or Cell or Buu. Like. I’m totally screwed from the get go, huh.
I have no fighting capabilities and all I did was tell Gohan a bunch of things I picked up from watching my older brother. Haha.
I really can’t do anything, huh.
I sit in the library surrounded with books mostly for kids and some for adults and I go on the computer and out of morbid curiosity, I type in the words “Dragon Ball Wiki.”
Goddamn. It’s actually up. I guess this is gonna be the way I get through the plot.
Elsewhere.
“Mr Piccolo, how do you fight dirty?”
“…No.”
For the most part, he thought he had imagined the entire thing with the girl. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere.
The only thing that was letting him know otherwise was the photo that had fallen out of her hands.
Notes:
The daydream I had on this concept was entirely different. It was mostly focused on Churin being a strategist type of character and involved fighting a bunch of movie villains, but then I thought “wouldn’t that be a bit ludicrous?” So I toned it down. The end result is still her being friends with Gohan though.
In a world where most fics are centered on the main characters I once again make myself entertained by playing with rocks in the sand.
The funniest part of doing minimal research for this was learning most of those random wastelands have actual names and that the animal people uh. Only exist because of drugs. “DBZ worldbuilding is weird” is never a sentence I thought I’d type.
Maybe I’ll revisit this in a later arc as like "Gohan's non fighting friend...?"
Maybe my expertise is in writing out mundane stuff...?
More of a concept than an actual story. (this seems to be central to all my works.)
Dear Diary,
I want to explain some things so I don’t lose my mind. I was born into a small village where the majority of the people there were animals of the sorts. It felt like I was in a children’s book at points. I lived with a family of mice despite being a human. I think they’ve been waiting to tell me I was adopted, but unfortunately being the way I am I already figured it out. I have no idea how I died in my past life, and I don’t want to be a bother.
If there’s anything I’d need to unlearn in my short four years of life it would be the absurd amount of food. It wasn’t really expected, living in a world where dinosaurs still roamed the earth and my parents were both known hunters and I had six different siblings. All of them were mice as well, some younger and some older. I will now introduce them in order.
Basil is the oldest one, he’s kind of hot headed and people would say he’s a delinquent, but he’s actually quite introspective. He’s 16.
Jerry and Julius are both twins. They like pulling pranks on people and taking food from the pantry. They’re 14.
Apricot is the second oldest after the twins. She has no big sister energy at all since the parents got babysitters for the younger ones. Myself included, but I’m always sneaking out. She’s 12.
Mousili is 7 years old and thinks that makes her very impressive. But I’m turning five in a few months so I’m catching up.
And our youngest is Bee. She’s a very very recent addition.
And I was named Churin. I think chu is the sound mice make. Wait, no, that’s Pikachu…
A lot of people would probably be more freaked out about the circumstances of randomly dying and then being reborn into a new and unknown world but I read a lot of Isekai novels while I was at the hospital. This is kind of standard. I never would’ve expected this to happen to me, they said I was having a pretty smooth recovery and I’d be back in time to celebrate my sweet 16. Kinda messed up if I think about it. It would make more sense for me to have an existential crisis since I’m here despite having no religious beliefs at all, so I’m not sure how it all works. The one computer in the village library doesn’t have any answers either, so I ended up aimless for a few days after my birthday. That’s when Apricot gave me this diary so “I stopped looking like a mopey loser.” Her words, not mine.
I’ve been writing this in an area I’ve never been in before. I kinda biked really far, then I took a fisher boat. It’s not running away if I wrote a letter though… I’m on a journey with my camera, I’ll be back in a week probably…. Yeah, it sounds pretty bad even writing it down. The area I wandered to was mostly a wasteland, but there were a lot of mountain like pillars. It was pretty neat, here, I’ll take a photo with my camera.
I think I’ll stop writing now, there’s a huge pile of ants surrounding a bunch of uneaten food.
I was so fixated on the ants that I didn’t notice the person sneak up behind me. I didn’t yell at all, no way. I don’t know how he did it, he’s wearing a purple… I know what this is, Julius wears one all the time when he trains at the dojo. Oh. A Dogi! Most people just say Gi, or martial arts uniform. It’s very distinct in terms of the rocks. And dinosaurs.
I stare at the boy. And he stares back at me. I probably look ridiculous wearing nothing but a T-shirt and jeans in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t scream “I’m a random civilian, where are my parents?!” Harder than if I tried. Mom and dad were probably freaking out by now if they got to my letter, but I have no idea how many days it’s been.
“What are you doing…?” I’m interrupted by my train of thought. He’s so soft spoken, he’d be the mouse like one out of the two of us here.
“I’m counting the ants. They’re all well coordinated in food searching. Do you see how they line up?’
And if he squinted really hard, he did see how the ants were almost marching.
“Uh..Yeah.”
“Pretty cool, right? I’m Churin.” I introduce myself.
“…Gohan.” He murmurs.
“I think that means rice, right?”
“…yeah.” Ahh, this kid is too shy. It’s making me feel so bad.
“Do you want to watch more ants with me? I saw some red ones further down.”
“Sorry, I can’t. I need to train.”
“Train for what, a tournament? My brothers train too sometimes.”
“No, not that kind of tournament… it’s for the fate of the world.” Woah, that’s serious. Or his parents set him up way too high. I wanted to say more but he got there first.
“Everyone’s expecting me to fight… but I hate fighting!”
I shrug to response.
“Well, that makes sense. You’re a kid. You’ve only lived in peaceful times.”
But you’re a kid too… was his unspoken thought. I’m way too wise beyond my age, but I died when I was fifteen. Is there some kind of mental math I need to adjust for or am I just stuck at 15 year old brain until I actually turn fifteen? Shaking my head, I try to think of what would help a kid who feels like he’s holding the world on his shoulders based on adult expectations.
“Have you ever tried fighting dirty?”
“…I can’t do that. I need to fight like my dad does.” Oh no. I can’t handle boys with dad problems.
“Look, Gohan.” And I stand up from my spot for emphasis. “You aren’t your dad. If you don’t like fighting, you need to find a way to make it work for you. And fighting honorably is stupid when people want to actually hurt you. (If this was a thing about honor.) So who cares if you elbow someone or do a bunch of cheap tricks?”
That didn’t make him happy at all, but I guess that’s to be expected. Kid has a lot to deal with.
I would’ve continued but then I noted something big was above us. A human tenses up when feeling like they’re in danger, and I definitely felt like whatever was above would kill me in one go.
And when that landed. I was in shock. That was Piccolo from dragon ball Z. Instinctively I blurted out the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t Piccolo’s name.
“Big green?!”
He grimaced, likely because there was a kid here. I barely had time to fully think before I started rising in the air.
“Alright, time for you to go home.”
As he practically lifted me and my bike up with one hand, I started yelling to Gohan. (holy shit, that’s Gohan!)
“Oh, kid! Do you have email?!”
He watched me float up to the sky and palmed his mouth to shout.
“No! I could try getting one!”
Okay, so he’d probably never get one if I recall how much Chichi hated him getting distracted. An email friend would definitely count as that.
“Never mind! I live in the salmon village! It’s all we’re known for!”
I kept shouting until it seemed like he couldn’t hear me anymore, and then I waved goodbye.
I was unceremoniously dropped off at the entrance to the village with all my stuff intact.
I should probably thank Piccolo for not breaking anything I brought and mostly shoving it into my bag or into the capsules.
“Thanks, Big Green!” I knew this would piss him off but it’s not like I could actually call him by name. Unless he could read minds. That’s probably something one of them could do.
“Mmmgh.” He gave a noncommittal grunt and flew away.
Apricot was sitting outside our house painting her nails.
“Your jaw is going to be stuck that way.” She said.
As I walked by, no one in the village was panicked at all. The brothers were watching TV and I stood outside the window with my mouth gaped. They waved to me. I waved back.
“Did you catch any flies?” Mousili ran up to me and then out of the house.
I went into the house where Bee was crying and my mom was reading the letter.
Dad spoke to me. “I thought you said you’d be back in a week? It’s only been two days. Did you have a nice sleepover?”
“I changed my mind”, I said, and then immediately ran to the library.
“We should’ve bought you a computer, not a camera…!” My mom said as I closed the door.
I stood there in the library staring into nothing.
Holy shit.
I’ve gotten the revelation of a lifetime.
What do I even do…?
Oh. Nothing. I remember a lot of dragon ball and power scaling is insane. Can’t do anything for Vegeta or Cell or Buu. Like. I’m totally screwed from the get go, huh.
I have no fighting capabilities and all I did was tell Gohan a bunch of things I picked up from watching my older brother. Haha.
I really can’t do anything, huh.
I sit in the library surrounded with books mostly for kids and some for adults and I go on the computer and out of morbid curiosity, I type in the words “Dragon Ball Wiki.”
Goddamn. It’s actually up. I guess this is gonna be the way I get through the plot.
Elsewhere.
“Mr Piccolo, how do you fight dirty?”
“…No.”
For the most part, he thought he had imagined the entire thing with the girl. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere.
The only thing that was letting him know otherwise was the photo that had fallen out of her hands.
Notes:
The daydream I had on this concept was entirely different. It was mostly focused on Churin being a strategist type of character and involved fighting a bunch of movie villains, but then I thought “wouldn’t that be a bit ludicrous?” So I toned it down. The end result is still her being friends with Gohan though.
In a world where most fics are centered on the main characters I once again make myself entertained by playing with rocks in the sand.
The funniest part of doing minimal research for this was learning most of those random wastelands have actual names and that the animal people uh. Only exist because of drugs. “DBZ worldbuilding is weird” is never a sentence I thought I’d type.
Maybe I’ll revisit this in a later arc as like "Gohan's non fighting friend...?"
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