2: Kakkorot

3 Months Passed

(Kakkorot’s POV)

Ow...my head really hurts. Wait were am I...with that said who am. I look around for any sign of life I am startled when I see an old looking man staring at me. I jump back and sit on my tail, which by the way really hurt. I look again at the man. Even with out my memory he looks strange to me. He has white hair and is rather round he also doesn’t have a tail and he is just looking at me as if he was inspecting me. I’ve had just about enough of this I am going to say something.

“Old Man!”

Was about all that came to man but then I continue with...

“Who are you, Why are you staring at me and were on Earth is your tail?”

Yea that sounds like a good thing to say to me. Lets just hear what this old man has to say.

“Young Goku I’m Gohan your grandfather and I am thrilled that you have awoke.”

What did he call me, a young Goku what is a Goku?

“Um...What is a Goku.”

The man laughed I am getting angry again. How dare he laugh at me.

“What’s so funny you!”

He ceased laughing and gave me a smile.

“You my boy, You have lost your memory when you were training you see you are a fighter and I am your grandfather and in a month you are about to go on a mission for me.”

Fighter huh? That’s about the only thing that makes sense. What mission is he talking about is this man crazy.

“If you’re my grandfather then were is your tail?”

“Well most humans don’t have tails you only have one because of a birth defect.”

What is he trying to say and what is a human. Is that my race, how weird the thing that keeps popping in my head is Sayin.

“Birth defect you say? You say I’m human? Well then explain to me what a sayin is.”

“Oh not again Goku, Sayins are these abominations from this show you use to watch. You use to all ways pretend you were one and now your starting to really believe it.”

“Show?”

He nodded.

“You see part of your head injury is making you think weird things you are going to just have to trust me on this one or you will be burnt to the stake like some freak.”

That don’t sound good. I guess I have to trust my “grandfather” I’m sure my memories will come back soon. I hope.