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Chapter 18 - Red Ribbon - Part 7

Goku and Chi-Chi stood at the base of the massive stone pillar, looking up until their necks ached. The tower didn't just reach the clouds—it pierced through them, disappearing into a hazy blue infinity.

"Alright." Goku said, tightening his sash.

"Upa, stay close to your father's spirit. We'll be back with a way to fix everything, I promise!"

"Be careful!" Upa called out, his small voice echoing against the stone.

Goku leaped onto the pillar first, digging his fingers into the weathered grooves of the rock.

Chi-Chi followed right behind him. She wasn't about to be left behind while Goku got stronger.

The First Thousand Meters

For the first hour, the climb was steady. They moved with a rhythmic pace, pulling themselves up inch by inch.

"You doing okay, Chi-Chi?" Goku asked, looking down at her.

"You're looking a little pale."

"Shut up and keep climbing!" She snapped, though her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

"I told you, I'm a princess of the Ox Clan. A little exercise isn't going to—oof—stop me!"

Above the Clouds

By the second hour, the air began to thin.

The lush green of the Sacred Land was now just a distant, emerald blur beneath a blanket of white mist.

The wind grew colder, whipping Chi-Chi's ponytail around her face and tugging at their clothes.

The air... it's getting harder to breathe.

Chi-Chi muttered, her fingers starting to cramp. Her muscles were burning with a dull, throbbing heat.

Goku was feeling it too.

His usual boundless energy was being drained by the sheer verticality of the task.

"Bora wasn't kidding... this is way harder than any training I did with Master Roshi."

The Test of Will

As night began to fall, the tower became a shadow against the stars.

They were exhausted, hungry, and their hands were raw.

Chi-Chi's foot slipped on a smooth patch of stone, and she let out a short yelp, her heart jumping into her throat.

Before she could fall, Goku's hand shot down, grabbing her wrist.

"Gotcha!" He grunted, pulling her back against the pillar.

Chi-Chi leaned her forehead against the cold stone, her chest heaving.

She looked at Goku, who was panting but still smiling that stubborn, determined smile.

"Why are you still going? You're hurt worse than I am."

"Because." Goku said, looking up at the faint silhouette of a platform high above.

"That guy is strong. If I don't get to the top, I can't protect anyone. I have to be better."

Chi-Chi felt a surge of something—not just competitive fire, but respect.

She adjusted her grip, her resolve hardening.

They continued upward, two small figures against the vast, dark sky, climbing toward a legend they couldn't yet see.

As the moon climbed higher, the air grew so thin it felt like breathing through a veil.

Chi-Chi's fingers were raw and bleeding, her muscles trembling with a fatigue so deep it reached her very bones.

Every pull was a battle against gravity, and in the silence of the heights, her mind began to drift.

I remember the smell of cherry blossoms.

Chi-Chi thought, her eyes glazed as she stared at the gray stone.

Back when the world was small enough for me to conquer.

"Look at you, Chi-Chi."

Her mother's voice echoed in her mind. Ushimi looked so radiant, standing in the shadow of Pleasant Mountain.

"You're getting so strong. A true princess of our clan."

I lived for those words.

Chi-Chi's inner voice continued, darker now.

I watched my father, the great Ox-King, laugh as he grew soft and rusty. He told me I was already catching up to him. And I believed him. I was a fool. I walked with my head held high, convinced I was a titan among ants. I thought my strength was the ceiling of the world.

Then came the tournament.

Then came... him.

I remember the dust of the arena. I remember the shock of his movement, like the wind itself.

When Goku defeated her, It was an execution of her ego.

He didn't just beat me, he showed me that the top I was so proud of was just at the base of a mountain I hadn't even dared to look at. For years, I hated that feeling. I hated knowing how small I was.

The memory shattered as a pebble clattered past her face.

She blinked, the freezing wind snapping her back to the present.

A few meters above her, Goku had stopped moving.

His head was slumped against the cold pillar, his eyes closed. The exhaustion had finally won; he had fallen fast asleep mid-climb.

"Goku? Hey, dummy! Wake up!"

No response. Slowly, his fingers began to slide.

The muscle memory that held him to the tower was failing as his grip loosened.

His body tilted backward, surrendering to the void.

Adrenaline surged through Chi-Chi's exhausted limbs, overriding the fire in her muscles.

She lunged upward, her hand snapping out to catch his wrist just as he began his terminal fall.

The sudden jerk of his weight nearly tore her own fingers from the rock, and she let out a scream of effort, her teeth gritted until her jaw ached.

"Don't you dare..." She hissed, her eyes wide as she stared into the abyss below them.

"Don't you dare fall now! You're the one who's supposed to be limitless, remember?!"

She stared at his sleeping face—peaceful even while dangling over certain death. For the first time, the mask disintegrated.

Looking at him, she realized he wasn't just a rival. He was the reason she was even standing on this tower, pushing past the ghost of the girl who thought she was "enough."

In that freezing darkness, miles above the earth, Chi-Chi felt her heart transform.

The arrogance was gone, replaced by a deep, quiet admiration

The first rays of the morning sun pierced through the sea of clouds, painting the sky in violent shades of gold and crimson.

The air was frigid and so thin it felt like needles in the lungs.

Goku's eyes flickered open.

For a moment, he was disoriented, the memory of the climb swirling in his head. Then, he felt a warm, wet sensation dripping onto his cheek. He blinked, wiping a smear of deep red from his eye.

It was blood.

He looked up and his heart nearly stopped. He wasn't holding onto the tower; Chi-Chi was holding him.

She had her legs locked around a narrow ledge, her left hand white-knuckled as it gripped a crack in the stone. Her right arm was hooked firmly around Goku's torso, supporting his entire weight. The blood was trailing down from her forearm, where the rough stone had shredded her skin during the hours of holding her position.

"Chi-Chi?" Goku whispered, his voice cracking.

"You... you carried me? The whole time I was out?"

Chi-Chi didn't answer. Her head was bowed, her chin resting against the cold pillar. Her eyes were glazed, staring at nothin.

Her body was trembling, yet her grip was like a vice. She was past the point of exhaustion; she was operating on a primal instinct that refused to let him fall.

"Chi-Chi! Hey! I'm awake! You can let go now!" Goku reached out, grabbing the tower to take his own weight back.

The sound of his voice seemed to pull her back from the edge of the void.

She let out a long, shuddering breath that sounded more like a sob. Slowly, her head lifted, her eyes struggling to focus on him.

She looked at him with a hollow, ghost-like expression, her face pale as death itself.

"Goku...?" she rasped, her voice barely a breath. She didn't let go immediately; her fingers were so cramped they had locked into place.

"You're... you're still here..."

"I'm here." Goku said, his expression softening with a look of profound realization. He had never seen anyone, not even his Grandpa or Master Roshi, push themselves to this kind of limit for the sake of someone else.

"I've got myself now. You did it, Chi-Chi. You saved me."

A weak, flickering smile touched her blood-stained lips.

"Don't... get used to it..." She whispered.

Goku looked up. The top of the tower was finally visible—a small, circular platform just a few hundred meters above.

"We're almost there." Goku said, his voice brimming with a new kind of fire. He reached out, gently placing her arm around his neck.

"This time, I'm carrying you."

Goku adjusted Chi-Chi against his shoulder, his own recovery speed already dulling the ache in his chest.

"Just a little more, Chi-Chi! Look!"

With one final burst of effort, Goku hauled them both over the edge of the final stone lip.

They tumbled onto the smooth, polished floor of the summit.

The air here was silent, save for the whistling wind and the sound of Chi-Chi collapsing onto her back, staring at the sky with wide, unseeing eyes.

"We... did it..."She managed to croak, her voice sounding like grinding sandpaper.

She couldn't even lift her hand to wipe the dried blood from her face. She was completely spent, her body pushed far beyond its mortal limits.

Goku stood up, remarkably steady for someone who had just climbed miles into the sky.

He looked around the circular plaza. It was beautiful, adorned with intricate carvings and large jars, but it was eerily empty.

"Hello? Master Korin?" Goku shouted, his voice echoing off the stone pillars.

"Is anyone here? We came for the Sacred Water!"

Silence. There was no sign of a great hermit or a powerful warrior.

Goku walked to the center of the platform, looking behind the large water jars, but found nothing but shadows.

"Maybe he went for a walk?" Goku scratched his head, then noticed something. In the center of the plaza, a narrow, ornate staircase spiraled even further upward, leading to a smaller, secondary level that seemed to float above the main floor.

"Hey, Chi-Chi, look! There's another floor up there!"

Chi-Chi let out a weak groan, her eyes fluttering shut.

"You... go on... just leave me here..."

"No way!" He reached down and gently scooped her up in his arms again. Despite her exhaustion, a faint, tired blush touched her cheeks as she instinctively rested her head against his chest.

"We reached the top together. We're finishing this together."

Goku began to climb the spiral stairs, his footsteps echoing in the sacred silence. As they ascended, the air felt even more charged with a strange, ancient energy.

They reached the upper sanctuary—a cozy, open-air room filled with more jars and a single, long wooden staff leaning against a pillar.

And there, sitting on a red cushion with a small bottle tied to a cane, was a small, white cat with its eyes closed, calmly leaning on its staff.

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