Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven's Gift To Me ❯ Dead Pigeons and Other..... Things ( Chapter 3 )

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The Adventures of SSJ4.20

Heaven's Gift to Me


Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).

Now I present chapter 3.

Setting: Earth| Time: Present


Dead Pigeon and Other...Things


***************************Six Months Later******************************

I was out with my herd of goats that I tended and raised to supplement our

food supply. Along with them I had a couple of cattle with small flocks of

geese, chickens, peacocks, and pigeon's. All which contributed to our

survival. We were a poor family. Most of the animals we obtained was by

trading and the cattle were gotten when I had a windfall of money from my

disabilty. Fortunatly there was a local hay farmer who always gave us price

breaks. With me in the yard was Haakon, Frigga, and Freya. Haakon had

recovered with in the first week of his arrival. He astounded us with his

strength, advanced physical, and mental skills. Though his speech

development "seemed" on par with human children his dexterity, ablity to

walk, run, and jump were on par with a human child of around 5 years-of-age

or better. His senses were apparently far more developed than a humans as he

was able to scent and track a mouse we had in our house one evening a week or

so ago. It was quite a shocker when he swiftly darted from the couch and

pounched on the unsuspecting rodent. It sqeaked once before he crushed it,

then to my utter astonishment ATE IT! Cripes I went through the roof at

first till I calmed myself and realized that if he could do that then he MUST

be able to eat raw meat as well as cooked. I never told anyone about that

since he never developed any negative side effects from the strange meal.

That wasn't the only unorthidox snack my little son had. The problem had

presented itself the second week of his life with us when he ate all of

Frigga's large gold fish right out of the tanks. Oh Frigga was so mad at

him. I assured her once we could get him to understand NOT to eat her fish

we would get her more. This assured her but I was not sure it would be easy

to teach my son to ignore his hunting instincts just yet. It seemed that

anything HE deemed edible was. I realized that I would have to wait till he

could understand better. For now I watched him as he kept a close eye on the

pigeons that flew above us every so often. He did this almost every time we

were in the goat yard since he recovered. I then noticed he deepened into a

crouch while his tail swished like a cat that was ready to pounce. When

another plump fowl went over head he lept straight up, snatched the startled

bird, and landed with a soft puff in the sandy groud of the goat yard. He

dispatched it with a swift bite to the back of the neck just like a cat

would. He crowed triumphantly as he sat back and looked at his kill a moment

then beamed at me. (Ô.Ô) I was startled but not entirely surprised as I

smiled at him approvingly. His body language was clear to me as he turned

his attention back to the bird to try and figure out just how to start on his

meal. "Your not going to let him eat that raw are you?" Freya asked in an

astonished tone. "Well not with the feathers at least." I replied calmly as

I made my decission. "Here Haakon, let Mamma get those nasty tastless

feathers off for you." I offered as I reached for the dead bird. He made no

move to stop me, trusting that I was not taking it away from him entirely.

He watched with great intrest as I cleaned the bird of its plumage. His eyes

lit up when I handed the now fully plucked bird. I didn't think he'd wait

long enough for me to gut it first. I was right, for the moment I handed him

the featherless carcass he tore right into it devouring every little morsel

bone and all. "YUK! That's gross." Frigga stated as she watched her little

brother eat. "Yeah he looks like the wolves do when they catch a pigeon."

Freya commented back. It sort of weirded me out too but I was determined to

let him follow his instincts as much as possible as I believed this would

help him grow and develop properly. He knew what his body needed even more

than I could guess. I also knew that raw meat had nutrients that were lost

when cooked and that since it seemed his people COULD eat raw meat it was

likely that they NEEDED to eat it from time to time to sustain proper body

functions. The only thing out side of the feathers that was left of the

pigeon was its two bright red feet and beak. "Oh look it took off soooo

fast it's feet flew off from the g-forces." Freya said while making the

disembodied feet dance while humming the original Dragon Ball© theme song.

Haakon and Frigga laughed at their big sisters silly if not slightly macabe

performance. I too had to smile, leave it to Freya to come up with something

like that. I then took Haakon over to the hose to wash off the blood and

gore. "Well I think it's time I give you some lunch before you catch all the

pidgeons my son." I said to Haakon. He looked at me questioningly. "You

want to eat food?" I asked, knowing he already understood the words "eat"

and "food". Sure enough his little eyes lit up with anticipation. He hopped

nimbly on to my hip and we left the goat yard followed closely by Frigga and

Freya. As always he insisted on nursing first before eating solid foods

*pigeon appetizer excluded of course*. He started to play with my face

playing with my face piercings. "Hey don't pull so hard on mamma's labret."

(A/N: In case you didn't know "labret" is lip piercing) I warned as he pulled

on it just a little too hard. Once I finished nursing him I set to making

his, the girls, and my own meal while Freya and Frigga kept him occupied.

Soon we were all enjoying a good lunch. "Oh look....Buddah belly." Freya

sang as she pointed to Haakon's VERY full belly which stuck out slightly.

She then began to lightly rub his full tummy. I smirked when she was

rewarded with a huge belch followed by him giggling as she started tickling

him. Since it was a very warm October day in the Arizona desert we called

our home I took Frigga and Haakon out to the wading pool I had bought the

begining of Summer. "Keeee!" Haakon cried with glee as he made to hop off

my hip so he could jump into the waiting water. "Hold on a second there

bratski, let me get your diaper off first." I said as I quickly removed his

diaper. No sooner done he was off and into the pool. Frigga was right

behind him after Freya had changed her into a bathing suit. Freya and I sat

back under one of our palo verde trees to keep an eye on the playing

children.


******************************* Haakon **********************************

*SWHISH!* *SWHISH!* His tail moved side to side, now he was in his element.

He was the preditor and the fat flying birds prey. His mother had diligently

brought him out to where he could indulge his instinctive need to hunt. Up

until now he would just watch and study. He'd even watch the orange thing

his mother called a "cat" jump and catch smaller birds before. This time he

was ready though, his heart began to beat faster as he deepened his crouch.

His tiny muscles charged with an electrical type feeling as his senses

reached their peak. *SWHISH!* *SWHISH!* His blood sang as his target came

into view. Working on primal instincts honed by ages of evolution he sprang

to the air clasping his prey tightly stunning it. Once on the ground the

terrified bird began to struggle which prompted a quick decisive bite below

the head just as he'd seen the "cat" do. It jerked twice more before dieing

completely. His acomplishment filled his wild heart joysly causing him to

throw back his head and howl with pride. He then looked to his mother for

his due reward of her approval. Her smile was all he needed, he had done

well and he knew it. As he looked back down at his kill he pondered on just

how to eat his food. His mother as always was ready with a solution. She

spoke to him in a tone that told him so. Curiosity and anticipation coursed

through him as he watched his mother take the bird and began to take off the

outer layer. That was fine with him they weren't very tasty looking. When

she handed it back to him it did indeed look A LOT more tasty than before.

With out hesitation he set upon his first kill. When he finished his bird he

laughed as he watched his eldest sister did silly things with the birds feet.

His mother then nicely washed the blood off of him while speaking to him. He

recognised a few of the words she spoke. He even practiced them in his head

to speak them when he was ready. This time she was going to give him a meal

and boy was he ready for it. The bird had been a appetizer and he was ready

for the main course. He hopped easly onto her hip and road it to the place

where she made and they ate the food. Once inside she settled down on one of

the chairs and offered him her breast. As he suckled steadly of her mother's

milk he played with the shiny objects that adorned her face. As he pulled a

little harder than normal on the lower shiny object, she gave him a verbal

warning that he was hurting her. He complied readily as he learned his

limits with her. When she was done nursing him his two sisters entertained

him by winding up his fuzzy, buzzy toy (A/N: yes a toy wind-up mouse.) and

setting it loose on the floor. Oh yes, this is how he learned to catch those

tasty little treats. He truly loved this pounching game and it made time

pass swiftly helping not think of his still hungry tummy. His mother soon

remedied this as well as she fed him all he could eat of the tasty food she'd

prepared. His eldest sister said something in a playful tone while rubbing

his very full belly. That was helpful as he felt a lot better after he

burped. He giggled as she began to tickle him lightly. Soon after his

mother took him out to the water he played in with his sister. He loved to

play in the water it helped cool him and the sensation on being in water

appealed to him. Anxiously he tried to hop off his mother's hip, but was

foiled till she freed him of his diaper. He then happily splashed in the

water. Life was definitely good now.


********************************* Reginleif ******************************

It was nice to have Freya around all the time now that school was out. It

made caring for my extreamly active son so much easier. I wasn't too upset

about his spryness since keeping up with him helped me get back into shape

quicker. Though it did play havoc with my arthritis. Even so I still

couldn't go to town. Haakon never leaves my side and he growls and hisses at

people who were not "family". This happend the first time we took him to

town and we decided to wait till he was older when he could understand better

to socialize him.

One thing that still bothered me. Even though Kirkjbur figured no one would

come for him. I had one of my "feelings" that someone might. Almost every

night I'd sense a strangeness. Like a presence that was...seeking. It had

a male signature to it and felt very far away. I wondered if it was one of

Haakon's relatives or just a new entity that was trying to communicate with

me. If it was one of Haakon's relatives then that paticular individual was

pretty damn powerful at astral projecting or something akin to it. If it was

a new entity then I would find out it's intent soon enough. While I pondered

this Freya interrupted me. "Do you think someone is ever going to come

looking for him?" Freya asked suddenly. I was startled that she was

thinking along similar lines. I felt a cold hand grip my gut at the thought

of loosing him. I set aside this feeling though to actually consider her

question using my psychic capabilities to "see" the possiblity. I sent out

my feelings but came up inconclusive, I shrugged. "I need my runes, I can't

focus objectivly enough with my vision alone." I replied. "Want me to get

them?" She queried. I nodded my head and she left to retrieve my runes. I

have been a working Shaman since I was 19 years of age. I had always been

able to see the future with my precognative vision then later more clearly

with my runes. I also could do many other things that I had been called

apon to do for my kindred or others. I had done everything from seeing the

future to exorcising evil spirits to speaking with the dead, to channeling

God foces. For me it was a strange world I lived in from day to day. Since

childhood I had ever existed between the world of men and the worlds of

spirits and entities. I didn't understand as a child that the "nice helpful

voices" were actually the voices of the many deities that existed. They had

ALWAYS treated me as like one of their own, that is like family. I figured

that was one reason that I had survied what my counsiler called a horrific,

nightmareish, life of being raped almost daily, beaten, demeined, and forced

into child prostitution by my father. Myself the result of him raping his

eldest daughter...my mother. His wrong doing but he chose me to pay for it.

As to my grandmother his wife. She took on the role of the one to break and

"punish" me. Mentally and emotionally torturing me regularly till to the

outside world I seemed unstable or at least a imaginative, hysterical little

girl that could not be trusted and acted strange. They could not see the

tourtured child that could see the future and heal with a touch, yet had no

self esteem and desperatly wanted some kind adult to save her. But no one

came, relentlessly she continued to try and mold me in their own sick and

twisted image. But I refused to be like them. Inspite my grandmother's

"best" efforts I kept true to myself believeing in the good in humankind and

wishing to help others with my "gifts". My inner spirit remaining

uncorrupted by their ploys. Most "ordinary" folks get freaked out by me

because of all my unusual capabilities and mannerisms. Even Kirkjbur had

said on more than one occassion that he believed I was not "entirly" human.

He said I seemed more like a ancient entity with amnesia or something.

Knowing all these esoteric crafts and things. Yet I had NEVER been taught by

any corporeal being. All my knowlege seemed to already be in my head, just

waiting to be remembered. Or one of my "God" friends would offer me a lesson

in my dreams. Now swiftly approching 40 years of age my skills were sharply

honed. Even so I knew that I was so close to the question being asked it

would take all my skill to push aside my own feelings and "see" properly.

Freya soon returned with my runes. I sat on the ground liking the vibrations

the Earth sent to me. I asked Freya's question to the runes as my hand mixed

the 24 antler runes till I felt that strange trance feeling I get when I tap

into any of my gifts. As if my hand had a will of it's own I grasped the

first three runes setting them into a triangle formation. Raiðo was the

first rune, the rune of physical journies. It was in it's straight most

position. The next rune was an inverted Berkano the rune of the Goddesses and

Earth. The third of the first set was fully upright Othalla rune of family.

It read that someone not of this world would journey in serch of a family

member. Since I had the "feeling" about it being a male concluded so. I

continued to the next set. The first of the second triad was an upright

Nauðiz the rune of need. The next was a strait up Dagaz the rune of balance.

The third was the rune of Mannaz the rune of mankind and soul mates. I

understood this to mean that the one who journied from far away to seek a

family member needed to also find balance and either humanity or true love.

I continued to the final three, the result of the other two. The first rune

was an up right Jera rune of completion and cycles. The second was a strait

up Wunjo rune of wishes and joy. The final one was Perthro rune of Ørlög or

destiny/fate. This ment that the out come would bring completion, joy and

was fated. It would happen no matter what. I felt a coldness in my belly as

my runes spelled it out clear. One of his family, likely a male would

actually come seeking Haakon out finding what they needed to become complete

and know joy and this was fated. "Yes Freya, someone WILL come looking for

him." "When I don't know, but it shall be inevitable since it's fated it is

part of destiny." I told her. I was unaware that tears were coming down my

face. This was a destiny I didn't want to face. I didn't want to loose my

son a second time. Freya put a comforting hand on my shoulder which gave me

the strenght to give myself a mental shake. I had to get a hold of myself

and live in the now. As I stated I didn't know WHEN they would find him

here. I only knew that they would. For all I knew now Haakon would be a all

grown up man by then, or they COULD come next week. Some things about the

future were harder to see. For now I had him so for now I would love, care

and enjoy him as if he'd be gone tomorrow till that day did come. So what's

gonna happen to you?" Freya asked. I looked at her curiously cocking my

head to one side. Only then becoming aware that my face was wet. I wiped

the tears from my face. "I mean what will happen to you as result of this?"

She said reforming her question. I shrugged and gathered up the runes from

the first reading, placed them back into my pouch, and shook it vigorously.

I then placed my hand into the bag and began to trance again. The first rune

that appeared was Gebo rune of gifts. The second was Ansuz strait up, the

rune of all Gods. The third was Berkano up right, rune of Goddesses and

Earth. It read a gift from the Gods and Goddesses. I set out the next

three. The first was up right Eiwaz rune of ultimate protection from all

harmful evil things on ALL levels as well as the tree of life. The next was

a strait up Uruz, rune of strength and health. The third was up right Laguz,

rune of new beginings. Thus far meaning the Gods and Goddesses were going to

give me the gift of protection, strenth and good health, and lead me to a new

life. I fore stalled my own assumption of meaning a life with out Haakon.

Instead I set out the final three. The first was Elhaz, rune of Valkiries,

protection, and life. The next was Ingwaz, rune of power. The final was

Perthro again indicating it was once again fated. All of the third set were

in their up right possition. The last part meaning I was also to recieve the

gift of life as well as power as is fated to happen. I told Freya of the

results. As I straightened up one rune seemed to leep out of the bag and

landed at the very end of the spread. I looked it was the rune Mannaz

straight up, rune of mankind and soulmates. I knew from experience that when

runes "jumped out" on their own it ment it was to be with the reading as

well. I furrowed my brow. Did this mean that a partnership of a sort would

be forged? Or that the gifts that the Gods and Goddesses were to give me

were to be used to help mankind? It couldn't mean "soulmate" since I was

already with my Kirkjbur...could it? I shook my head mentally rejecting the

third. I could not decide to I told her the two possiblities. She nodded as

she looked at the spread with her head cocked to one side with a thoughtful

look. I had been teaching Freya a bit about the runes and their uses and

meanings. She was also being given lessons by a Hopi shaman friend of ours.

She too was gifted with the sight and sometimes she saw things I negelected

to see. "But Reginleif doesn't the Elhaz rune symbol in Hopi and Zuni mean

winged serpent or dragon as well?" I nodded and she contiued. "Maybe they

are going to give you DRAGON POWER along with all the other stuff to help

people." She replied. I shook my head from side to side in disagreement,

but I did conceide the possibility a few moments later. We were about to

speak more on this when Frigga came running over. "Mamma, Mamma, Haakon

caught another bird." She shouted. I got up and went over towards the pool

with Freya only a heart beat behind. Sure enough there was little Haakon

looking up at me while beaming with pride at his latest kill. This time it

was one of my roosters that liked to wander out of the livestock yard. I

knew one day he'd meet an untimely end, but I NEVER imagened it would be at

the hands and fangs of my baby boy. With a sigh I went over and plucked the

fowl for him. But it seemed he had hunted this one for later as he was still

full from the huge lunch (and pigeon) he had eaten only 30 minutes ago; as he

made no move to take the plucked bird from my proffered hand. I asked Freya

to watch the little ones for a few minutes while I went to gut the bird so he

could have it later. When I reached the gate the air was filled with a

distressed "AURUUUUU!" sound from Haakon. I was not surprised to feel him

climb on my back and hang on to my shoulders with tiny though powerful hands.

Ever since he came to me he never let me out of his sight, perfering to ride

on my hip or as he was doing now. He made scolding sounds at me for even

thinking of leaving him behind. Even if it was just 150 yards away in the

kitchen trailer. I turned my head towards him and smiled to him as much as

to myself. "Yeah I know...but I thought you might have wanted to play in the

pool a while longer." I replied to his scolding tones. He made a snorting

sound so much as if he was saying "humph" that I had to chuckle. I entered

the house and started my task. I left on the head opting to skin off the

fine feathers and removed the beak as he liked to eat every bit of the bird.

Very much like Kirkjbur that way. Kirkjbur had lived in times when he hadn't

food for days due to poverty. Thus he learned to waist nothing, including

anything that's edible. I never got use to that so I ate more "normally"

leaving such..."delicacies" to Kirkjbur and Haakon. After I finished I

noticed that Haakon was rubbing his eyes and acting very fussy, I knew it was

time for his nap. "Come on baby boy you need some rest." I said as I headed

back to my trailer. I called out to Freya who was still out at the pool with

her sister that I was going to put Haakon down for a nap. She acknowleged me

with a wave of her hand and a quick "O-Kay" before I resumed my walking. He

fussed a bit more till I got him in a new diaper and all snuggled up on the

couch with his favorite stuffed toy, a huge white tiger I had won at the fair

last March. Frigga had come in to watch some cartoon videos while Freya came

in to watch Haakon while I went to start up supper for everyone tonight. I

had to wait till I was "absolutely" sure he was in a deep sleep before I left

to save me another "scolding".


I love to cook, bake, and everything. I had been taught at an early age and

by 13 I could cook just about anything. For me cooking was a good way to

relax. Kirkjbur had come into the kitchen and saw me preparing the chicken

that Haakon had caught earlier. "Say, when did you kill the chicken?" He

asked curiously. I was so into what I was doing I didn't think when I

answered. "I didn't Haakon did." I answered (oh crud!). I winched inwardly

preparing myself for his retort. "HAAKON DID?" "HOW?" He demanded. "He

just jumped up caught it and broke it's neck...just like the pigeon." I

replied (DOH!). "PIGEON....I DON'T SEE A PIGEON." He insisted. His raised

voice was really starting to annoy me so I turned and gave him a stern look.

"That's because he had it for lunch." I said flatly. "YOU DIDN'T LET HIM

EAT IT RAW DID YOU?!!!" Kirkjbur hollered with panic in his voice. (Ô.Ô) I

just looked at him wide eyed. NEVER in all our 10 year marriage had I hid

anything from him nor had I EVER lied. "OF COURSE I COOKED IT FIRST, WHAT

KIND OF MOTHER DO YOU THINK I AM?" I shouted back with indignation (Oh my

Goddess I just lied to him...eek!). He nodded believeing my answer.

"Okay...fine, just make sure he doesn't eat ANYTHING raw....ESPECIALLY NOT

MICE." He barked as he left the kitchen to allow me peace while I cooked.

*SIGH!* Good thing he didn't ask me if Haakon HAD eaten a mouse. I don't

think I could lie to him twice. He nearly had a heart attack when he

finnally learned about the fate of Frigga's fish. If he wasn't so worried

that the doctor's would find out that our son was not human he would have

rushed Haakon to the hospital to have him checked for illness. We knew that

even IF they never saw his tail that his normal body temprature of 102° would

be the first suspicious thing they would find our about him. Naw I

DEFINITELY am going to NEVER tell Kirkjbur about the mouse incident. I put

in a large beef roast for the rest of the family in along with Haakon's

chicken. I had also added chuncks of carrots, potatoes, celery and onions

along with several whole garlic cloves. Like Kirkjbur, Haakon simply adored

vegetables if they are roasted in meat broth. The unique meat combination I

was cooking was sure to make for a taste treat for all. It had taken me only

30 minutes to accomplish the task and put it in the oven to cook. I went

back to check on Haakon, he still slept so I took the opportunity to do some

laundry. By the time I returned an hour later he was just stirring from his

nap. "Hey you." I said with a smile to Haakon as he opened his eyes and

smiled at me. "M-m-mamma!" He chirped happily out of the blue. (Ô.Ô) My

eyes flew open in total surprise. He was only six months old and he said his

first word. I shook my head in wonder at his never ending supply of

surprises. As he started to climb on me I smelled the distinct odor of a

diaper that needed changeing...NOW. "Hold on now you little rug rat." Let

me get you a new diaper on first before you sit on my hip, okay." I said as

I intercepted him and gave him to Freya while I went to the back of the

trailer to get Haakon a fresh diaper. As I retrieved the needed item I heard

Haakon make a peculiar sound followed by Freya and Frigga screaming

"EEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!" "REGINLEIF, HE JUST ATE A MOUSE!" Freya screeched.

*SIGH!!!* "Here we go again." I muttered to myself.



(A/N: Yup, Reginleif should start a pest control business. That way she and Haakon could reduce the mouse population and get him free meals to boot. XD
I hope your likeing chibi's POV's. I thought it might add dimension to the story. Till next chapter take care all and stay safe.)

;D