The large Saiyan looked over at Yang as he embraced someone who Grisha could feel had passed. The old man’s ki had slipped away and watching the bald man mourn over someone he cared so dearly about made Grisha feel uneasy. He imagined himself in his place, holding Lena. Grisha knew his attitude would have been entirely different if Lena had died in his arms. Just thinking about it made his hands shake. He would have gone berserk! Grisha might have seemed primitive compared to everyone else, but he was familiar with death. An old one would pass in Kousetsu Village every now and then, and there would be a funeral.
There was a short blast of air at Yang’s back. Grisha’s shadow cast over him as the giant knelt and rested his large hand upon Yang’s bald head. It was meant to be a comforting gesture—and secretly, Grisha just wanted to touch his shiny dome (good luck). “Better place,” Grisha told Yang. It was what Lena always told him. When people die, they always went to a better place—at least the good ones did and the old man seemed like a good person. Retracting his hand, Grisha stood as he solemnly peered down at Yang: “Old man rest now.”
After paying his respects, the Saiyan turned. He had his own people to return to and protect. He saw that Erika and Okoro had arrived, and a large grin expanded on his face upon seeing his little sister. It then vanished upon hearing Erika’s off-handed dismissal. She might have been shy about appreciating her new friends, but it was lost in translation with the simpleton. He still hadn’t gotten over how she had yelled at him earlier. Grisha’s hands clenched into fists and he growled at her, “Grisha no like stupid girl either!”
Suddenly, Grisha lunged, and it wasn’t at Erika. He passed right by her to once again capture Okoro in a rock-hard embrace. Grinning happily as his tail enthusiastically whipped behind him, Grisha told her: “Baby sister, come meet Lena!” Without giving her a chance to protest, he tucked Okora under his arm and lept into a sprint toward the frozen north.
Kousetsu VillageLena was sitting at her favorite window, people-watching as her mind wandered over where Grisha had run off to this time. He talked about some green man, which had disturbed her a little, especially with how he had returned from Mt. Tengoku. He had looked like a survivor of a great explosion. Tobias was outside shoveling the snow away from the entrance of their dome-shaped home when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He stabbed the shovel into the ground and looked to his right. Squinting into the distance, he saw a large arch of snow rising into the air, and it was headed right for him! Blinking in disbelief, his blue eyes widened in panic. Ditching his shovel, he ran over to the door and managed to get his hand upon the doorknob when suddenly Grisha slid to a halt before the home, and a wave of snow followed. The snow and ice painted the entire face of their home white and buried the path Tobias had made. White, excited plumes were leaving Grisha’s mouth as he panted from his long run and announced, “Grisha has baby sister!”
Tobias resembled a snowman grasping the door, and when he turned his head, the ice cracked away to reveal his red, angry face. Lena was startled by the ice that abruptly covered her window. “Grisha?” she queried. Leaving the window, she ran over to the door and opened it only to find a wall of snow dumping into the house. With a startled squeak, she jumped out of the way and gazed at her father who was still scowling and covered in snow.
“Grisha’s back,” Tobias irritably confirmed.
Lena’s face lit up and she ran passed her father to see Grisha holding Okora up—much like a lion cub in some famous Disney movie. The people of Kousetsu curiously gathered around. Tobias’s eyes widened in horror when he saw Okora’s tail. “No…” he breathed in dread.
Not another one. He already couldn’t stand Grisha. Now there were going to be two? Lena’s mouth fell open in awe at seeing Okora. Grisha had a sister? Really? They both had tails but they didn’t look alike. But wait, there were others like Grisha?
“Grisha…how…what’s going on? You have a family?” Lena questioned in confusion.
Grisha only proudly grinned.
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