The best way to describe death had always been the greatest dilemma mankind had to face and ponder unceasingly. After all how are you to relate a place that you can never return from? Theories have been made on the after-life endlessly since the dawn of mankind's sentience but none amongst them ever turned into facts. Atleast until an individual gets there himself.

The realm I personally landed in, was to my surprise the exact representation of the after-life I had notions of when I was still among the living. An endless shadow-land that extends far out to the cosmos in all directions. And sitting at the center, on a throne hidden in the realm's shadows, an androgynous being whom one cannot totally comprehend even after being set free of one's physical restraints.

Garbed in a lighter dark clothing and still exuding a presence unmatched the being cannot personify an abstract endless entity as Death any better. The realm is far removed from the domains of time and space – of that I knew from the beginning. That it is also out of the domain of reality was realized when my sense of perception grew out before I ever realized it. It is worth mentioning that ages later – after having witnessed a plethora of stranger aspects I would still struggle with determining the authenticity of this particular incident.

The being neither spoke nor judged – it witnessed. And somewhere along the way – after regaining back a shred of that sapience that made me uniquely myself – I realized that I was no longer in the being's presence. Having been raised by the religious terms of a pantheon that widely believed in reincarnation, my shred of sapience optimistically hoped for a rebirth. As good as different pantheons made afterlife sound out to be – I was always of the opinion that it is over-rated. An endless eternity of stagnating idleness – even a utopic one – sounds like a good mental torture to me. Sapient mind is simply not for idleness.

My hunch was given some weight when on one of my fleeting moments of returning sentience I could feel the physical nature of the engulfing darkness around me – a mammalian womb most hopefully. That my sentience escapes me more often than not doesn't surprise me. An infantile brain – much less an embryonic one – is not made for holding onto an adult's sapience. At this vulnerable stage and until the toddling years an infant needs its instincts to survive. Developed sentience can only lead to more complications at this stage.

If my speculation is right then overtime as my body and brains develops more, my sapience shall get methodically adjusted into myself mentally until it is totally assimilated. Which is a good thing as exercising my brains this young in its formative years can actually up its mental potential by quite a relative margin compared to its original potential.

Somewhere in my trance I was borne – an uncomfortable feeling I am quite glad to have not experienced with my full sapience. I do not recall when I first got to realize it but seemingly somewhere along the way I just knew that I had a brother. It took a few sapient-trances and some measure of overheard conversations to realize it was an older twin. An ever-smiling lady with flaming auburn hair and purple eyes – always speaking energetically in slowly comprehensible languages; and a somewhat unrecognizable man with raven hair and glasses were the only two memories I seemed able to carry on from this often-fleeting trance-like time period when looking back in the future.

The smiling lady and the raven-haired man abruptly stopped making appearances in what I will later learn to be about one and a half years after my birth. It again took me awhile to realize its meaning – the death of my parents. That was the first time my trance-like sentience bothered me. Having been a regular presence I never tried to decipher who those two people were; even my knowledge of my brother's existence was the result of a co-incidental hearing in on conversations. The sudden break from the norm made me realize the loss of a certain feeling of warmth and safety – which in turn subconsciously made me exert my sapient-induced awakenings to figure out what was I missing. My complacence robbed me off of knowing my parents before I had the opportunity.

This in turn drove me to exert myself to figure out my surroundings more. In short get a better touch-in with my brother. It was not long after that that an aged elderly woman with graying hair came to our lives. A lively woman – yet calm, collected and with an endless capacity for patience. And still she had a presence that demanded attention at some primal level of myself. Her qualities mentioned earlier soon came to be tested when suddenly my brother and I got seized by some inexplicable violent tendencies. Frankly I was quite flabbergasted by these violent urges as I was sentient enough by then to realize that they should not be normal – but seeing as I was not alone in displaying such urges and the old lady (christened lovably Granny Peg by my brother and I's first words) looked like she knew what she was doing and seemed like succeeding at it too – I started concentrating more on controlling them in my limited sapient-induced awakenings through sheer will-power.

An accidental hit on the head during a hard ruffling curbed them for my brother somehow – not that I am complaining. Seeing how much time she invested upon us I gathered that Granny Peg actually was now our guardian and not a caretaker as I had deduced earlier. The trances between my awakenings began to shorten for awhile before I realized it. My motor-functions turned to my control in full. And with my increases sentience I someday made a very shocking discovery – I had a fifth limb. Or rather I have a prehensile tail sprouting out of my back. Fun fact about partial sentience – unless extremely necessary I cannot go to a shock.

The idea of mutation and atavism flew out the window when on a close inspection during one of my awakenings I realized that my brother and I are fraternal twins (I possessed auburn hair with amethyst eyes while he had raven hair with onyx eyes). Further inspection led to the discovery of another prehensile tail sprouting from his back. It took some awakenings to extract some relevant knowledge from my sentience for the implications to set in. In one such awakening I squeezed the tail of my brother – the perfect lab-rat in the opinion of infant me – and goof-ball dropped like a sack of potatoes. He was back to toddling away within moments of my releasing his tail without ever realizing something was amiss.

My experiment completed; I could no longer gather the drive to focus my awakenings on the implications of my findings until I manage to recover my full sentient potential. Thus I returned to training my brain muscle during my awakenings and roughhousing with my – apparently Saiyan – brother during my trances all the while waiting for the day of the full awakening of my sentient conscience. Awhile later I started comprehending Granny Peg's cooing during my awakenings and as if I needed further guarantee of my dilemma, she called brother Goku. That she referred me by Yami went by me mostly ignored.

Had I been more cognizant I would have wondered what had a Saiyan baby by the name of Goku been around a modern facility in a city (I checked it during one of my awakenings; we must be loaded to be somehow living in some well-lavished futuristic home) rather than with an old man by the name of Gohan in some remote wilderness. But with my infantile attention-span and prioritization – I could not care less.

It took me awhile sometime later to realize myself no longer falling in a trance. One must ask how I came to that realization. While snooping in on Granny Peg's regular journal I managed to comprehend written script for the first time in my life. My sense of joy on this realization went out the window when I managed to catch up to what I have actually read. Written in bold flowing letters was an inscription that changed forever the meaning of my existence in this second life –

"The Journal of my Life – by Margaret "Peggy" Carter".

Shock rang through me for the first tie in this life followed quickly by dread. Saiyans in the Marvel Universe? I am fu**ed.

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(A/N): Its good to be finally back in the game after such a long hiatus. Extremely glad on what I could cook up to with the sudden muse I got. Here is to hoping I do not fall into a writer's block for the umpteenth time.

~Ryuukage5400.