#cheelye

  A screech tore through the wintry battlefield and she stumbled, Dragon Balls falling all around her as she fell. She landed in a nest of wishes she could've granted, if only she'd spoken up a moment sooner. If only she'd remembered what to say in the face of Shen Long, who still floated above her and radiated glory and awe.

  If only.

  But Cheelye hadn't stated her wish, despite how hard she'd tried. She was too late to do anything now, and she could do little more than watch as the world around her exploded into furious light.

She shut her eyes in avoidance of her mistake. Her cheeks were warmed by fresh tears—tears she hadn't shed in who-knows-how-long—as she lay splayed out on the ground. Brilliant flashes erupted from somewhere beyond her eyelids. She didn't care to look. She heard Lemo scream from nearby and didn't care to reply.

  Because when she opened her eyes again, just a few moments later, she saw a bloody pelt half-buried in the snow and she knew.

  She saw that mysterious fusion, his energy so vast and pulsating it made her head pound, standing over the remains of her friend. And she knew.

  Her body seized up. She breathed through clenched teeth, gazed at the mighty dragon who flew overhead, and cried out.

  "G...Give me another chance!"

  And the dragon nodded its massive head in understanding, and Gogeta's eyes went wide in understanding, and Cheelye smiled bitterly in understanding.

  One more chance.

  Everything faded to white.