The Nimbus cloud promptly stopped, the golden sunset ricocheting beams of light into the surrounding area. The Z Warriors were repairing the damage from Akira's kamehameha. In the far distance, Roshi was giving his tree a solemn funeral, a small dusty mound marking the resting place.
 Akira jumped down from the cloud, his backpack holding the few belongings he brought from the Tamatzu house. "This is all I have left from my home." Akira thought. "HOUSE! Not home. This is now my home." He thought, angry for letting his emotions slip. He put his head down, sad for the upset he will have caused for the Tamatzu family. He began to silently cry, tears rolling from his green determined eyes.
 Roshi looked up from the grave of his plant, the tears gone, only wanting to avenge the death. He saw Akira, head lowered. His pledge to avenge the death seemed clear in his eyes.
 He marched over to the hapless teenager. Gohan left his work, and jumped from the roof to make sure Roshi didn't do something stupid. Akira looked up to see an angry Roshi staring at his face, his forehead dripping with sweat from his backbreaking task. Roshi ignored the tears, a mixture of hatred and fear clouding his judgement.
 "Hey you, red head. You think you're getting away with helping out. You are going to repair my house from top to bottom. I swear to you, you will pay!"
 Akira looked at him, the tears welling up even more. He held them back, to look strong, even though he was mentally distressed.
 "I just left a family which loved me. I've never had a family that loved me! Haven't I been punished enough. Obviously you don't think so. You think I should still have to fix YOUR house for something YOU asked me to do! Shows what kind of soul you have." Akira said angrily, the tears rolling freely. Roshi stood rooted to the spot, shocked, then blushed.
 "I'm... Akira... I'm s..." Roshi stuttered, embarrassed by his anger.
 "I don't want your pity. Just help me learn what I need to know." Akira said. Gohan put his arm around Akira, and led him into the house, leaving an apologetic Roshi speechless.

 

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 After Akira had fed and watered, the Z Warriors met outside, forming a small circle.  Gohan seemed to take lead of the group, while Akira shrunk away from it all, in awe of Gohan's power.
 "I told you all before that Akira has been chosen by destiny to uphold this task. Even so, he still needs to learn." They all nodded in agreement.
 "Today," Gohan continued, more so talking to Akira than the group, "I want to teach you to see your energy. Maybe then you can fly."  Akira looked shock at this.
 "I've always wanted to learn to fly." Akira said, stuttering, and slightly shy. He began to up his courage level, and continued. "How do I learn to see my energy?"
 Gohan looked at Akira dubiously, and then realized the amateur brain inside the body that flowed with power from its amazing soul.
 "Sit down, cross legged. Put your hands a couple of inches apart, and focus on your emotions." Akira did this, and sat, staring at his hands, the emotions of the day flowing through his head and heart. "They loved me!" Akira thought, the words rattling around his mind endlessly. "They loved ME!" He thought again, until he realized the pain he had caused.
 "THEY LOVED ME!" He screamed. A small ball of white energy appeared from between his hands, and he lifted off the floor, floating, a powerful aura glowing around him. The Z Warriors looked on in fascination and horror. They had never seen anything quite like it.
 The power surge stopped, and Akira dropped to the floor, heavily drained of energy. Gohan helped him to his feet.
 "Well done Akira. Do you want to stop now, or carry on?" Gohan asked. Akira mouthed the words carry on, before an ecstatic smile came over his face, and once again, Akira lifted into the air, manoeuvring slightly this time.
 The time passed, like sand spilling into the egg timers chambers, and Akira grew more skilled at flying. He was suddenly zooming everywhere. The Z Warriors commented on how quick he learned. Before they knew it, it was late.
 "Damn. I didn't realize it was this late." Gohan said, looking at his watch. "Hey Akira," He called to the boy flying through the sky, "Where are you staying tonight?" Akira dropped to the floor, breathing deeply for lack of energy.
 "Dunno," Akira said, still heavily breathing, "I haven't thought about it."
 "You can stay at my house. I'm sure my mom won't mind. So how about it?" Gohan said, a small smirk on his face. Akira suddenly looked excited.
 "Can I fly there?" He asked eagerly. Gohan began to laugh, before shaking his head.
 "Sorry, but it's a long way away, and it's in the mountains. You'll collapse." Akira suddenly looked glum. "Don't worry, when you grow in stamina and power, you will be able to cover long distances very easily. For now, use the Nimbus." Promptly, the Nimbus pulled up. "Shall we get going?" Akira nodded, grabbing his bag and jumping on the Nimbus.
 "Let's GO!" Akira shouted, and the Nimbus shot off into the distance, with Akira laughing in the distance.