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Tien sighed and leaned against the side of Kame House. The dragon was dead. Maybe Goku could convince Kami to revive him and maybe not. If not…Tien wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He sighed, kicking at the sand. His grief continued to stab at him, waking him during the night, refreshing his pain just as he thought it was fading.
“Sorry, Chiaotzu,” he mumbled to himself. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to stick together through this.”
He didn’t know why he said anything. Chiaotzu was dead. His best friend was gone.
He was alone.