Son Gohan 飯
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To be strong means to remain standing when everything else falls.
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-- chose.
Not out of obligation.
Not by inheritance.
By choice.
So that others who might live what I am living right now…
…may only know it as stories told by grandparents, in the warmth of home.
Not out of obligation.
Not by inheritance.
By choice.
So that others who might live what I am living right now…
…may only know it as stories told by grandparents, in the warmth of home.
June 16, 2025 at 9:57 PM
-- chose.
Not out of obligation.
Not by inheritance.
By choice.
So that others who might live what I am living right now…
…may only know it as stories told by grandparents, in the warmth of home.
Not out of obligation.
Not by inheritance.
By choice.
So that others who might live what I am living right now…
…may only know it as stories told by grandparents, in the warmth of home.
-- the rain carves into the ground—one of which flows straight into my small refuge.
There is no coffee.
No books.
No warmth of home.
Only the whistle of the wind.
The crashing thunder.
The storm that never ends.
The cold.
The hunger.
The loneliness.
I’m not complaining.
This is the life I --
There is no coffee.
No books.
No warmth of home.
Only the whistle of the wind.
The crashing thunder.
The storm that never ends.
The cold.
The hunger.
The loneliness.
I’m not complaining.
This is the life I --
June 16, 2025 at 9:56 PM
-- the rain carves into the ground—one of which flows straight into my small refuge.
There is no coffee.
No books.
No warmth of home.
Only the whistle of the wind.
The crashing thunder.
The storm that never ends.
The cold.
The hunger.
The loneliness.
I’m not complaining.
This is the life I --
There is no coffee.
No books.
No warmth of home.
Only the whistle of the wind.
The crashing thunder.
The storm that never ends.
The cold.
The hunger.
The loneliness.
I’m not complaining.
This is the life I --
-- afternoons—with their scent of wet grass—something truly delightful.
Today, things are very different.
That same rain I once loved watching through the window of my room now seeps into my bones.
I'm nestled in the hollow of a tree, seated on the damp earth.
I watch the thin streams of water --
Today, things are very different.
That same rain I once loved watching through the window of my room now seeps into my bones.
I'm nestled in the hollow of a tree, seated on the damp earth.
I watch the thin streams of water --
June 16, 2025 at 9:55 PM
-- afternoons—with their scent of wet grass—something truly delightful.
Today, things are very different.
That same rain I once loved watching through the window of my room now seeps into my bones.
I'm nestled in the hollow of a tree, seated on the damp earth.
I watch the thin streams of water --
Today, things are very different.
That same rain I once loved watching through the window of my room now seeps into my bones.
I'm nestled in the hollow of a tree, seated on the damp earth.
I watch the thin streams of water --
#DBZ
#DragonBallZ #UnyieldingCourage
Interlude In The Rain
Between the Sacred Land of Korin and West City
______________
It rains.
A constant, unending rain.
On days like this, I used to stay inside the house.
A good book, hot coffee, and the desserts my mother lovingly preparar made those --
#DragonBallZ #UnyieldingCourage
Interlude In The Rain
Between the Sacred Land of Korin and West City
______________
It rains.
A constant, unending rain.
On days like this, I used to stay inside the house.
A good book, hot coffee, and the desserts my mother lovingly preparar made those --
June 16, 2025 at 9:55 PM
#DBZ
#DragonBallZ #UnyieldingCourage
Interlude In The Rain
Between the Sacred Land of Korin and West City
______________
It rains.
A constant, unending rain.
On days like this, I used to stay inside the house.
A good book, hot coffee, and the desserts my mother lovingly preparar made those --
#DragonBallZ #UnyieldingCourage
Interlude In The Rain
Between the Sacred Land of Korin and West City
______________
It rains.
A constant, unending rain.
On days like this, I used to stay inside the house.
A good book, hot coffee, and the desserts my mother lovingly preparar made those --
-- unbearable.
And I don’t want to see what’s inside.
I don’t find the radio I need.
But I know someone who might be able to build one for me.
Someone who might, perhaps, give me a moment of relief.
I begin another dangerous journey.
This time… toward West City.
#MiraiGohan #DBZ #FanFic
And I don’t want to see what’s inside.
I don’t find the radio I need.
But I know someone who might be able to build one for me.
Someone who might, perhaps, give me a moment of relief.
I begin another dangerous journey.
This time… toward West City.
#MiraiGohan #DBZ #FanFic
June 12, 2025 at 5:59 PM
-- unbearable.
And I don’t want to see what’s inside.
I don’t find the radio I need.
But I know someone who might be able to build one for me.
Someone who might, perhaps, give me a moment of relief.
I begin another dangerous journey.
This time… toward West City.
#MiraiGohan #DBZ #FanFic
And I don’t want to see what’s inside.
I don’t find the radio I need.
But I know someone who might be able to build one for me.
Someone who might, perhaps, give me a moment of relief.
I begin another dangerous journey.
This time… toward West City.
#MiraiGohan #DBZ #FanFic
-- gauze, bandages.
And a pack of aspirin.
A small miracle.
No food.
Not a single bar, not one can.
The survivors—if there were any—and the looters took everything.
Clothing, on the other hand, is plentiful. Some garments are still usable.
I avoid going near the houses. The stench is --
And a pack of aspirin.
A small miracle.
No food.
Not a single bar, not one can.
The survivors—if there were any—and the looters took everything.
Clothing, on the other hand, is plentiful. Some garments are still usable.
I avoid going near the houses. The stench is --
June 12, 2025 at 5:58 PM
-- gauze, bandages.
And a pack of aspirin.
A small miracle.
No food.
Not a single bar, not one can.
The survivors—if there were any—and the looters took everything.
Clothing, on the other hand, is plentiful. Some garments are still usable.
I avoid going near the houses. The stench is --
And a pack of aspirin.
A small miracle.
No food.
Not a single bar, not one can.
The survivors—if there were any—and the looters took everything.
Clothing, on the other hand, is plentiful. Some garments are still usable.
I avoid going near the houses. The stench is --
-- deserted streets, on foot, checking store after store. I’m looking for the basics: a portable radio, medicine, hygiene items, clothing… Not just for myself. For anyone I find. For those still holding on.
It’s a hard task.
Most medicines are expired.
But I find a few bottles of alcohol, clean --
It’s a hard task.
Most medicines are expired.
But I find a few bottles of alcohol, clean --
June 12, 2025 at 5:58 PM
-- deserted streets, on foot, checking store after store. I’m looking for the basics: a portable radio, medicine, hygiene items, clothing… Not just for myself. For anyone I find. For those still holding on.
It’s a hard task.
Most medicines are expired.
But I find a few bottles of alcohol, clean --
It’s a hard task.
Most medicines are expired.
But I find a few bottles of alcohol, clean --
-- of burned flesh rotting beneath the rubble.
Bodies no one could—or wanted to—bury.
My stomach twists.
Nausea rises in waves.
I want to vomit.
But I don’t.
This is what awaits me.
This is what so many people live through.
And this is how I’ll learn to live, too.
I start walking the --
Bodies no one could—or wanted to—bury.
My stomach twists.
Nausea rises in waves.
I want to vomit.
But I don’t.
This is what awaits me.
This is what so many people live through.
And this is how I’ll learn to live, too.
I start walking the --
June 12, 2025 at 5:57 PM
-- of burned flesh rotting beneath the rubble.
Bodies no one could—or wanted to—bury.
My stomach twists.
Nausea rises in waves.
I want to vomit.
But I don’t.
This is what awaits me.
This is what so many people live through.
And this is how I’ll learn to live, too.
I start walking the --
Bodies no one could—or wanted to—bury.
My stomach twists.
Nausea rises in waves.
I want to vomit.
But I don’t.
This is what awaits me.
This is what so many people live through.
And this is how I’ll learn to live, too.
I start walking the --
-- afford to be seen. Not yet.
The sun already shines fully over the earth when I spot one of those towns—one I passed less than a day ago. I descend slowly over what was once a commercial district.
I’m still in the air when it hits me.
The smell.
That foul stench of death.
The stench of --
The sun already shines fully over the earth when I spot one of those towns—one I passed less than a day ago. I descend slowly over what was once a commercial district.
I’m still in the air when it hits me.
The smell.
That foul stench of death.
The stench of --
June 12, 2025 at 5:57 PM
-- afford to be seen. Not yet.
The sun already shines fully over the earth when I spot one of those towns—one I passed less than a day ago. I descend slowly over what was once a commercial district.
I’m still in the air when it hits me.
The smell.
That foul stench of death.
The stench of --
The sun already shines fully over the earth when I spot one of those towns—one I passed less than a day ago. I descend slowly over what was once a commercial district.
I’m still in the air when it hits me.
The smell.
That foul stench of death.
The stench of --
-- I know I won’t get far without at least a little food.
I remember some of the places I flew over on my way to Korin Tower. Devastated zones. Ghost towns.
Abandoned places.
There, maybe, I’ll find what I need.
Once more, I rise into the sky, crossing the clouds, staying hidden. I can’t --
I remember some of the places I flew over on my way to Korin Tower. Devastated zones. Ghost towns.
Abandoned places.
There, maybe, I’ll find what I need.
Once more, I rise into the sky, crossing the clouds, staying hidden. I can’t --
June 12, 2025 at 5:56 PM
-- I know I won’t get far without at least a little food.
I remember some of the places I flew over on my way to Korin Tower. Devastated zones. Ghost towns.
Abandoned places.
There, maybe, I’ll find what I need.
Once more, I rise into the sky, crossing the clouds, staying hidden. I can’t --
I remember some of the places I flew over on my way to Korin Tower. Devastated zones. Ghost towns.
Abandoned places.
There, maybe, I’ll find what I need.
Once more, I rise into the sky, crossing the clouds, staying hidden. I can’t --
-- My stomach growls in protest, demanding food. I haven’t eaten in over thirty-two hours. In this wasteland, which was once a forest full of life, there’s nothing left to eat. I sigh. I don’t complain. There will be a time to find something for my mouth.
I want to start training right away.
But --
I want to start training right away.
But --
June 12, 2025 at 5:55 PM
-- My stomach growls in protest, demanding food. I haven’t eaten in over thirty-two hours. In this wasteland, which was once a forest full of life, there’s nothing left to eat. I sigh. I don’t complain. There will be a time to find something for my mouth.
I want to start training right away.
But --
I want to start training right away.
But --
-- since the world still had a chance to avoid breaking.
No.
There’s still hope.
I place a hand on my chest.
The small pouch with the five Senzu Beans is still there.
Five chances.
Five moments that, used wisely, could change everything.
There are no guarantees.
But it’s worth trying.
--
No.
There’s still hope.
I place a hand on my chest.
The small pouch with the five Senzu Beans is still there.
Five chances.
Five moments that, used wisely, could change everything.
There are no guarantees.
But it’s worth trying.
--
June 12, 2025 at 5:55 PM
-- since the world still had a chance to avoid breaking.
No.
There’s still hope.
I place a hand on my chest.
The small pouch with the five Senzu Beans is still there.
Five chances.
Five moments that, used wisely, could change everything.
There are no guarantees.
But it’s worth trying.
--
No.
There’s still hope.
I place a hand on my chest.
The small pouch with the five Senzu Beans is still there.
Five chances.
Five moments that, used wisely, could change everything.
There are no guarantees.
But it’s worth trying.
--
-- the pain running through my muscles, I slowly get up and stretch, looking for some relief in my stiff back and neck. Not since Mr. Piccolo trained me—back when Raditz arrived—had I slept like this, out in the open, with only the sky as a roof. Fourteen years have passed. Years of ruin. Years --
June 12, 2025 at 5:51 PM
-- the pain running through my muscles, I slowly get up and stretch, looking for some relief in my stiff back and neck. Not since Mr. Piccolo trained me—back when Raditz arrived—had I slept like this, out in the open, with only the sky as a roof. Fourteen years have passed. Years of ruin. Years --
-- broken and burned trees. A ray of light, sharp as a dagger, cuts into my eyelids and wakes me. At first, I’m disoriented. My whole body aches. I remember sitting down… and nothing more. But I woke up lying on scorched earth, as if exhaustion itself had taken me down without asking.
Ignoring --
Ignoring --
June 12, 2025 at 5:50 PM
-- broken and burned trees. A ray of light, sharp as a dagger, cuts into my eyelids and wakes me. At first, I’m disoriented. My whole body aches. I remember sitting down… and nothing more. But I woke up lying on scorched earth, as if exhaustion itself had taken me down without asking.
Ignoring --
Ignoring --
#DBZ #UnyieldingCourage
Chapter 2 – There Is Still Hope
The sun barely peeks through the remnants of the world.
The body aches. Hunger burns.
But in the chest…
five seeds.
And that is enough to rise.
_____________________
The sun rises behind the mountains, slipping through the stumps of --
Chapter 2 – There Is Still Hope
The sun barely peeks through the remnants of the world.
The body aches. Hunger burns.
But in the chest…
five seeds.
And that is enough to rise.
_____________________
The sun rises behind the mountains, slipping through the stumps of --
June 12, 2025 at 5:50 PM
#DBZ #UnyieldingCourage
Chapter 2 – There Is Still Hope
The sun barely peeks through the remnants of the world.
The body aches. Hunger burns.
But in the chest…
five seeds.
And that is enough to rise.
_____________________
The sun rises behind the mountains, slipping through the stumps of --
Chapter 2 – There Is Still Hope
The sun barely peeks through the remnants of the world.
The body aches. Hunger burns.
But in the chest…
five seeds.
And that is enough to rise.
_____________________
The sun rises behind the mountains, slipping through the stumps of --
// Thank you very much for reading #UnyieldingCourage #Chapter1 - A Present From Master Korin.
June 11, 2025 at 8:10 PM
// Thank you very much for reading #UnyieldingCourage #Chapter1 - A Present From Master Korin.
#UnyieldingCourage #Chapter1 - A Present From Master Korin.
The journey to Korin Tower is long.
And dangerous.
The androids roam aimlessly, destroying everything in their path.
There’s no pattern—only chaos.
And to make matters worse, in the rush and nerves… I forgot to bring even a portable radio.
The journey to Korin Tower is long.
And dangerous.
The androids roam aimlessly, destroying everything in their path.
There’s no pattern—only chaos.
And to make matters worse, in the rush and nerves… I forgot to bring even a portable radio.
June 11, 2025 at 7:59 PM
#UnyieldingCourage #Chapter1 - A Present From Master Korin.
The journey to Korin Tower is long.
And dangerous.
The androids roam aimlessly, destroying everything in their path.
There’s no pattern—only chaos.
And to make matters worse, in the rush and nerves… I forgot to bring even a portable radio.
The journey to Korin Tower is long.
And dangerous.
The androids roam aimlessly, destroying everything in their path.
There’s no pattern—only chaos.
And to make matters worse, in the rush and nerves… I forgot to bring even a portable radio.
No Turning Back
The sky was unusually clear that night. No clouds, no storms, just a blanket of stars stretched across the heavens like quiet guardians. The moon hung low over the silhouette of Mount Paozu, pale and silent, watching as if it, too, knew something was about to change.
The house was
The sky was unusually clear that night. No clouds, no storms, just a blanket of stars stretched across the heavens like quiet guardians. The moon hung low over the silhouette of Mount Paozu, pale and silent, watching as if it, too, knew something was about to change.
The house was
May 9, 2025 at 6:42 AM
No Turning Back
The sky was unusually clear that night. No clouds, no storms, just a blanket of stars stretched across the heavens like quiet guardians. The moon hung low over the silhouette of Mount Paozu, pale and silent, watching as if it, too, knew something was about to change.
The house was
The sky was unusually clear that night. No clouds, no storms, just a blanket of stars stretched across the heavens like quiet guardians. The moon hung low over the silhouette of Mount Paozu, pale and silent, watching as if it, too, knew something was about to change.
The house was
I cannot stop being who I am, I guess.
May 6, 2025 at 6:55 AM
I cannot stop being who I am, I guess.
At times I find quite difficult to go on. However, here I am, still fighting.
May 6, 2025 at 6:40 AM
At times I find quite difficult to go on. However, here I am, still fighting.
Honor and dignity.
April 19, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Honor and dignity.
As a #PotterHead, I'm delighted to be here at King's Cross.
March 8, 2025 at 7:19 AM
As a #PotterHead, I'm delighted to be here at King's Cross.