Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's Lonely At The Top ❯ The man and the mountain ( Chapter 1 )

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It's lonely at the top

By The Fan Fiction Nymph

 

A dark silhouette stood out against the explosive colors of the sunset. Dangerous reds and orange hues. It was a lonely way to end the day. Not that it had started as one; it had been like any other. Chi-Chi had woken him with a nice hot breakfast and had given him a sweet kiss before he left the house. Just like any other day.

 

But Chi-Chi did not understand, nor did Gohan - he was too young and Chi-Chi simply was not a fighter however strong she may be. The tired warrior let out a heavy sigh and turned away form the setting sun and walked to wards the darkness of night.

 

It was rare for him to be alone like this; he usually trained with his son or best friend, even with his ex enemy Piccolo. Sometimes even Vegeta would join him. Right now though, it was just him and the night. The solitude it offered was both comforting and frightening to him.

 

Watching a lizard quickly crawl into the comforts of its hole caused him to smile. The days were scorching here in the desert and the nights were freezing. It was best for the cold-blooded reptile to return to the warmth of its den. He however did not feel like returning yet. And moved on.

On the horizon a great mountain loomed above.

 

A smile flickered his lips as he began to run with impossible speed. At the base of the mountain he started jumping from ledge to ledge and from rock to rock. It did not take this super man long to reach the summit. From the top he looked down the way he had come and then looked up to the night sky. Onyx black, clear of imperfections with only the sparkle of far off stars to distract the eye. Another flicker of a smile and then a solemn frown replaced it as he looked about the summit.

 

Among the snow patches and rocky terrain a single tree grew, twisted with much of it's roots exposed. The roots seemed to be more like the trunks of other smaller trees, which reached out in every direction in hopes to gather water.

 

He came over to admire the tree, he walked around it several times, and then stopping front of it bowed his head in respect. He sat down on the rocks next to it. They were not so different, this tree and him he thought. Not much different. He nodded thinking and closed his eyes, arms folded on his chest.

 

“I know exactly how you feel great tree,” He whispered “It's lonely at the top.”