Yakone stood at the center of the grass field and above him were yellow clouds just roaming about. As they were roaming along, he stared at them with a slight smile. He wore his hell outfit which consisted of gym tank top that was colored black with red letters on it stating the word "Hell" and black gym shorts. He also wore black sneakers shoes, looking like air force ones.
About that time, villains had shown up and there was a lot of them. Some had cracked their neck and hands. While others ignored that whole process and just started to walk up on him with one of them speaking.
"You wanna know the best thing about your father not being in hell anymore since we got feel his energy? It gives us more room to beat you up."
"I have acquired my father's strength. It will be unwise to fight me at your current power levels."
They started to attack and all of their attacks had failed. He kept dodging them, blocking, and even counter punching and kicking them in the face and body as they started to drop like flies. Now the body count was zero since all of them were knocked out on the ground.
"Gee, I sure do love it when the clouds are made of condensed sulfuric gas." This part of Hell was more... hellish than the rest. Out past the center of stability run by Ogres, past the bramble woods, past the ashen mountains, and to the plains of decaying black grasses and acidic rains. This was a more typical outlook of what most living beings thought Hell would be, and generally only the far more malicious souls were condemned to wander these wild fields as a form of punishment. Amara had been wandering the outskirts of these plains when a fight broke out not terribly far from her location, a respectable battle power of thirty thousand fending off many weaker foes at once.
"What in the hullabaloo?" Her slow flight over the fields didn't mistake the figure or the slightly familiar signature before her. She had seen this man only once before back when Yangcong still had breath to draw, before he was taken away by Yemma's Ogres. Amara landed not too far from him, glancing around at all of the depleted souls before her eyes locked on to the back of the man's head. "Hey! Aren't you Yakone?" The dead son of Yangcong that, by all means, should've already been recycled due to his fate of death at birth?
He would casually turn around to see Amara and now a light smile appeared on his face as he had both his hands on his waist.
"Hey its you. errr..."
He wasn't sure what her name was as his finger lightly touched his bottom lip.
"I'm sorry, I don't recall getting your name the last time we met. But you already know who I am so i'm actually surprise you aren't attacking me like most of these people here do. My father was a war criminal and I understand that he did evil things... but you must have been his friend or something right? because you haven't attacked me. Which is quite odd."
Yakone would bring his hand out in an attempt to shake her hand.
"If you knew my father, can you tell me what he was like? Was he really evil like everyone says he was?"
Even though he has heard the same tale over and over from the rumors and from his mother who gave a lighter clean version of how Yangcong was. He never heard anything good that came from a complete stranger like Amara. He looked at her with puppy dog eyes, wondering if she knew the truth that he has been forever been wondering his whole life.
"Oh right. Never got to actually exchange names since he ended getting hauled off before the big reveal. You can just call me Leriac if you'd like!" An old false name from a bygone era. Yet Yangcong and anything revolving around him were some of the few things that Amara was genuinely careful about broaching. She had no idea if his lost son would immediately try and kill her for a second time if her name was revealed. "Well, I'm not attacking you because I normally don't attack people even if I don't think like them. I wouldn't really call myself Yangcong's friend either, but I could sort of understand what drove him to such... extreme measures." If only that old fool had been able to hang on to his sanity.
Amara would accept the handshake, noticing something strange about Yakone in the process. Where was his halo...? "Oh! You want to know more about him? Well, to be frank dude he did some really horrible shit when he was alive. I'm talking about mass murder, manipulation, terrorism, all of that jazz. He did it to pursue a sort of peace upon Plant, but the ends seldom justify the means. He had a wicked shell even if the core was supposedly pure."
He shook his head in disbelief as he turned away from her after hearing what she had to say about his father. Was the stories true... was his father really... His clenched both his hands and kept shaking his head. Why was his life like this...Why was the world so cruel to him! Why did everyone see his father as a mad lad! WHY....
Time had essentially stopped for him as he collapsed to the ground and on his back. His power level had dropped to 6,000 and his hair going from white to black. Along with his tail and his eyes going from a red to a green in color. He was knocked out for a second since his mind had been racing a million miles per hour. He finally woke up after a few seconds of laying there and he got up and stared at Amara.
"Sorry about that, must have been this air or something."
His face had looked sad and he had sighed in disbelief. As he kept wanting to know more answers, he gave up on it. He then looked at Amara and lightly smiled awkwardly.
"Dude? Are you alright?" Her words seem to have frozen Yakone in place, Amara blinking as the man gave her a thousand-yard stare. She slowly waved her hand in front of his face only for no reaction, Amara genuinely confused. "Uhh, sorry if I broke some bad news to you or something. I'm sure that Yangcong made a genuine effort to become a better person in Hell, but there was a reason he didn't make it into Heaven." It was surprising that he did such a quick one-eighty in the first place after dying. From how he was pre-death Amara had expected the vicious borderline raving man to continue in the same violent and vendetta-fueled way he had been.
And then he collapsed. "...I didn't even know souls could faint." Then again, was he really a typical soul? Something felt OFF about his energy compared to last time, demonic almost, and he lacked a halo. Amara's eyebrows furrowed a bit as she knelt by the man's side, shaking him gently. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey- WAKE UP ALREADY YOU GOOBER!" The white hair had vanished back to more of a natural black, Yakone seemingly out cold before rousing himself tens of seconds later. "Yeah. The air." They didn't need to breathe either?? Something was definitely suspicious. "My father? Well from what I can remember he was one of the best men around. Though I didn't know everything about him so maybe there was also some horrible secret now lost to time."
He tried playing it off as he scratched the back of his neck before looking back at her.
"And your mother? what about her?"
He tried his best to avoid the current awkward situation of him just passing out of nowhere. She had mention how her father was a good man and he lightly smiled on that.
"I wish my father was like that. It's a good thing that your father was seen as the best. That's a good thing to be known for. So how exactly did you die and were you apart of that war that was going on, on Planet Plant? We also get news down here as well when people die. It's strange I know."
As he got up from his fall, he looked around to see Ogres roaming the area. He was quick to attempt to grab Amara's hand as he tried to run off with her to a nearby tall grass. He would whisper to her if she was next to him.
"Those Ogres don't like it when people who don't belong in hell's section. We have to be quiet."
The ogres eventually walked out of the region and the ghost was cleared for now. Yakone laying on the short grass and laid like he was a snow angel.
"Aight. Whatever you say." Even if Yakone had somehow never died or resurrected himself with the help of a Demon, that shit was none of her business. Amara was determined to not interfere with the affairs of the living unless they directly and specifically asked for it - like Taori coming to her for some advice on the crown. "Oh my mom? Don't know too much about her I'm afraid. I know WHO she is and what she's like on a distant level, but we never got to have a personal relationship before I ended up kicking the proverbial bucket." Cheri was still alive, probably unaware that Amara even was her true daughter. It was a bit sad but not much could be done about it now.
"You don't have to compare Yangcong to anyone else. Even if he was objectively not the best, he cared enough in his own way to try and turn his life around when he came down here." Though Yakone brought up a somewhat random topic: the Plant War. "Oh that thing? No, I'm afraid I died separated from the events of the war. I ended up fighting someone over personal stakes and... well you see how it turned out for me." Technically not a lie. Her bout with Yangcong was between THEM, not a byproduct of Rosemary or the Tuffles. "So anyway-" He grabbed her hand suddenly, the woman tempted to yank it back and send the ghost flying but ultimately relented as she was dragged into some tall grass.
An Ogre patrol passed by, Amara smirking slightly as the red and blue Otherworld janitors made the rounds. "Thanks for the concern, but the worst they'd do to me is say some choice words and strongly recommend I return to Heaven. ...We tend to get a lot more leeway and privileges than most of you folks down here if that wasn't obvious."
"I never knew what was it like to be in the mortal realm. I have only heard the news of it being more dangerous and evil compared to Hell. I really don't know if that's true or not. I'm just hoping that i'm wrong about that.
I just want to witness it on my own. You see, my father and mother paid a particular demon in order to allow myself to leave this place. However this demon in question has left this plane and decided to go about his business. I only came back to see if I could find out more news about the mortal realm. Since I can leave this place, I can learn more about this world... Tell me something, if you were in my father's shoes. What would you have done to stop the war? From what my mother has said, the saiyans can't be reasoned with and I really don't know why that is..."
As much as he wanted to grasp the situation at hand, he doesn't have the experience of ever being a saiyan from Planet Plant. He just has the experience of being a saiyan who has been dead all of his life....
"Depends on where you go," Amara shrugged, plopping into the grass with a small huff as she stretched out her legs. "Wander into an active war zone like Plant and it'll probably be riskier than Hell, but take a trip to Earth and you'll find it to be a pretty peaceful place to be." She did feel a bit bad at the thought of growing up dead. Hell wasn't necessarily a horrible place to be if you stuck to the inner rings, but there was no travel. No new planets. No real connections to be made with other people. Spending an afterlife there was one thing but having LIVED there practically your whole life was another.
Though her suspicions were confirmed shortly thereafter by Yakone's admission to making some sort of deal with the (a) Devil. "Well if y'all thought that was a good choice... it's up to you. Frankly, I wouldn't much trust a Demon and their deals. Could turn out really bad for you in the long run." There was always some sort of catch when it came to that sorta stuff. Doubly so if it let Yakone break the barrier of death and explore the living realms, even as a shade. "Well I'd try and form some alliances with foreign powers and call them in to either mediate or help crush the other side. Trying to win the war the same way it has been fought is a fool's errand, but Yangcong's particular methods of going about that were questionable."
"Oh, I wasn't the one who made the deal. My mother told me that she made a deal with the demon when I had arrived here as an infant. He told her that he would give up her soul if it meant that I could live my normal existence with her. It was agreed and even though thirty years seem like a long time. Hehe, thirty years in here is almost like a split second you know. This place doesn't keep track of time. Its kind of strange really. But then my father showed up and I had told him that all I ever wanted was to be able to go to the mortal realm and see what it was like. My father gave his soul in order for that request to be made...
Now I have my freedom to travel the realm. It costed everything... My father didn't want me to sign the contract for that agreement, so he decided to willingly give up his own soul for it."
He almost looked in sadness as he almost chuckled.
"My father was really strong huh. I could only hope to be as strong as him someday and maybe just maybe. He is watching me somewhere..."
Though he knew that it was false hope to believe in such a thing....
"Your MOTHER did that?" Even if it was to protect her newborn baby from immediately passing on, it also condemned said baby to a life in Hell. "Golly that sounds pretty, eh, strange? Then again it's not like I know much about parental bonds, so I won't judge too hard." Though when Yakone mentioned that thirty years had slipped by in the blink of an eye, she was inclined to nod in agreement: "Yeah I've been here for what's objectively a little over a month," Slight lie to twist the timeframe "But it's simultaneously felt like years and days. I've picked up on a lot of stuff really quickly and I think part of that is due to the weird time dilation thing."
Apparently, Yangcong hadn't been yeeted by the authorities, he gave up his own powerful soul to transform his dead baby adult son into a ghost via a pact with a Demon. Amara could only stare for a moment as that all soaked in, blinking thrice. "Well... at least it looked like he wanted to give you a chance to see something other than Hell and sometimes the neutral grounds, right?" As for the chance of some shred of Yangcong still existing, she DOUBTED it. The man made a pact to give up his soul. Demons slurped that up like a noodle bowl.
“They are both gone from this plane of existence never to return. One moment they were standing in front of me and the next they told me their goodbyes.
My mother told me, to be careful and make sure that no matter what I decide to do in the mortal realm. That I help heal the world that is covered in darkness. My father, He told me that no matter what I decide to do in this world. That he will forever be proud of me and loves me.
As much as I miss the both of them. They both gave me a second chance. Yet, the evil that people saw in my father Yangcong. I never saw it and I will always love him for what he did. Sorry for just rambling on, I just never been in this situation before.
The war meant a lot to my father, but he should have abandoned it years ago. Perhaps the both of them would have been alive if he did do that. But his military and his compassion to wanting to help the next generation to not live that war life. He wanted to save their lives just like he tried to do for me. “
Yakone wasn’t sure if he knew all of the facts since it came from his mother. All he could hope for, that she was right and that his father was truly a kind man.
"That's rough buddy." Amara wasn't entirely sure what to tell Yakone. She was the last person to be expressing any sort of sympathy or empathy for him. The afterlife had settled a layer of apathy atop her normally emotional shell, and she couldn't even fathom what it was like to have your entire existence spent in the land of the dead. "Do you ever think that there's a lot of unfair expectations being put on your shoulders despite the circumstances? I'm not gonna try and convince you one way or another, dude, but seriously stop to think about it first. Is a war that you have never seen or been affected by really your responsibility?"
Yangcong may have given up what remained of his soul to allow his son some questionable freedom towards living an actual life, but planting all these ideas in his head about 'carrying on' the legacy? Few things could make Amara feel much of anything now, yet the very thought of that sent a small spike of bitter trepidation racing to her brain. "Regardless, I can safely say that the Plant war IS going to be ending soon. The battle powers on both sides are getting ridiculous and with Rosemary gearing her forces up, it's only a matter of time until one of the two sides gives in."
As much as he wanted to debate on the topic and to defend his family and mostly his father's action, he just couldn't. When the majority says one thing, how can the minority expect to compete?
"I'm glad that I had a chance of living both lives... being dead and now being alive... It's a blessing that I know that I will end up here in a familiar place I have always been at. Then its also a curse knowing that I will end up here again... When you know your faith.. you aren't scare of death... sorry about my rambling and of course not. I don't want to live my life in a war that my father fought in and failed. I want to change the world for the better. But I don't know where to begin. The mortal realm is still brand new to me and if you could can give me some advice that would better prepare me for it. I am willing to listen and learn.
I also don't know who this Rosemary is, but she sounds like a powerful foe... Thank you for taking the time to help me in my endeavors..."
He had so many, he didn't know where to begin..... He just looked at Amara and smiled.