AN: Howdy doo, all! This is another one of my weird little POVs. Trust me, you'll figure out who/what this is. If not, tell me. I don't own DB(Z) or any of the characters, but if you really want to get me a Christmas present, feel free...
Pure of Heart
The old man...let's see...
It's really not hard to search his mind and read down to his heart. I must see what's inside in order to determine whether or not a person is worthy. Whether or not they are worthy is permanently stamped on the person's heart.
Let's see...the old man...
Oh no, this will never do. No, I can't allow this. He has a good heart, but by no means is it pure.
He's jumping onto me now, but he is not worthy. My golden body parts beneath him to let him fall right through. I laugh inwardly as he hits the ground. Hard. He stands up, cursing to himself. Definitely not a worthy person.
Next is the girl. Blue-haired, young...
Perhaps...younger is often better for this...I must read her heart for purity.
No. No, no, no...
My stars, these people! Is there no hope? Is there no one worthy?
The girl is also a relatively good person, really she is, but not pure-hearted. Thus, she goes the same way as the old man; I part to let her fall. She is greatly angered, but there is nothing she can do. She did not pass the test.
There is one more person to be tested, apparently. Perhaps this one will prove to be different.
A child; a young child. Quite an odd one as well, if I may say so. He laughed a lot, I clearly remember that.
As the child prepares to jump onto me, I extend my touch and read him, scanning hismind and his heart for what I need to know.
If I had possessed a jaw when I got that reading, I daresay it would have dropped at what I found within this child. He is the first being I had ever seen in which I could not find a trace of something that was not good. Every thought and every action of this boy were exemplary.
The child's heart is as pure as diamond, as clean as freshly-fallen snow. Unblemished and untainted in a way I had never seen before.
He jumps into the air, and my decision is made. The boy's feet land firmly.
There is much suprise among his friends, but the child himself is overjoyed. Not conceited joy, but true, innocent happiness.
I have found someone that I will be proud to bear. A child whose name I plucked from his own mind, without him even knowing.
A curious child.
I will carry him gladly for as long as his heart remains pure.
And I can't help but wonder how long that will be.
AN: I believe wholeheartedly that the Flying Nimbus has to have some form of intelligence in order to determine who has a pure heart and doesn't. That's where this comes from. Hope ya liked it!