-dusts off old account- -coughs-
Vegeta: Well, well, well look what dork decided to show her face on FF again. Oh, but what's this? She's in a different section.
Me: You know what? Shut it.
Vegeta: It's been awhile since you've written something. This better be good, or else...
Me: Or else what?
Vegeta: I'll think of something.
Me: Yeah you work on that.
Me: Disclaimer-I own everyone you don't know.
Vegeta: You couldn't handle me anyways.
Me: Just shut it Vegeta.
My brain was trapped in that delicate state between dreaming and the real world. Flecks of my previous vision popped up behind my dark eyes. What on earth had happened? Where was I? Why couldn't I remember! My burning chest began to heave as the questions raced through my mind. Don't open your eyes. You don't know what you'll find. My eyes clenched as I tried to roll my body into a more comforting position. GAH! Two shots of blinding pain ravaged my body and my teeth ground together.
"Gohan!" A smooth familiar voice yelled my name before trying to roll me to my original position.
Tears squeezed through my tight eyelids and onto whatever surface was under my back. Feeling drained of energy, I half-opened my eyelids only to be blinded by several fluorescent lights behind a figure. Squinting, I recognized the man with the long hair leaning over me, Mirai. Gods, what was going on?
Adjusting to the lights, I scanned his face and the numerous cuts and scars that littered it. If it weren't for his trademark hair, I wouldn't have recognized him. This…wasn't my house or any house I'd ever seen before. The walls were a bright gold color and were decorated with hanging plants and flowered curtains. It reminded me strongly of Bulma. This had to be a capsule house, but why were Mirai and I in a capsule house and what had happened to him?
"Mirai…what's?"
A wet cloth was pressed to my forehead.
"You…don't remember?"
Remember? What was I supposed to remember?
"Moro? Your father? Goten? Nothing?"
My temper was starting to flare toward the purple teen.
"No, I don't remember anything. What's going on?"
He sighed and removed the cool feeling from my head,
"Your father, he left to train one of his friends w-when Moro attacked. By the time we realized, he'd taken out a good chunk of the people and cities on the planet. We-We tried to fight him, we really did but we were no match for him."
…
My eyes were fixed on the hanging plant. My family…wha-what happened?
"M-mom?"
His eyes fell to the bed posts as he whispered my answer.
"Dead."
My voice had fallen to a hoarse whisper that beat Mirai's.
"Goten?"
He shifted uncomfortably and refused to meet my gaze. Oh gods. Goten…dead. A sting penetrated my chest as I pictured my little brother. A distant explosion barely entered my ears and I looked at Mirai with a questioning look.
His blue eyes drifted toward the noise.
"It's Moro. He's at it again."
That bastard was still alive! I had the urge to throw Mirai through the roof. I spoke to him with a deep threatening voice,
"He's still alive?"
The hair bobbed up and down.
"We couldn't defeat him. You're father left to get one of his friends to help. Last time I saw him he was beaten half to death."
My fist grasped the bed sheets.
"When did he leave?"
Not noticing my anger, Mirai cleaned some blood from his face,
"Awhile ago. Apparantly, his friend lives on a different planet."
Another planet? Dad could be stalled until tomorrow! My teeth began to grind.
"So, are we just going to sit here while that b-bastard destroys the rest of our planet!"
Mirai stood up and lingered in the pink doorway,
"The last time you said that, Moro beat your head into a rock wall."
GRRRR. That little punk better watch himself before he finds his head in a rock wall.
Wanting to put his head into an oven, I swung my feet off the bed and white lights burst in my eyes. Pain shot through me like poison and I collapsed on the floor. Goddamnit. Just by doubling over, I could tell there were some broken ribs. Cuts covered my arms, legs, and general torso area and blood was dried over my tattered pants. Who knew what happened to my shirt.
Grabbing the doorframe, I painfully pulled up my broken body and hobbled down the hall. Another explosion found its way to my ear.
"You hungry?"
Mirai asked while stirring a pot of what smelled like stew. Forgetting my anger, I said yes and threw myself into the chair by the large wooden table just to receive another jolt of pain.
"I hope your father gets back soon. I don't know how much more this planet can take."
"Hey, Mirai. How about you get out there and fight him?"
"I can't. I barely got away last time and I'm still too weak. It wouldn't do any good."
Just sounded like he was afraid to me, but I did hope that dad got back soon with his 'friend'.
"Did dad say who his friend was?"
"No nothin'."
Silence engulfed the room and I shifted uncomfortably.
"Err…how about Krillen or Tien or Yamcha? Did they survive?"
Grabbing some bowls, Mirai's scent changed. He really didn't like talking about this but I had to know.
"No, I don't think so."
Grabbing spoons, he put down two bowls of stew and tiredly plopped himself into the chair across from me. Gods, he looked tired. I wonder…
"Have you slept at all?"
"No, I—"
I stood up and raised my ki as high as my tired body would let me. Dad's ki signature had just entered the atmosphere. I felt a small bit of comfort when he spiked his in response. At least I had some family left on this planet.
"Gohan, you can't go. You'll get killed!"
Rolling my eyes, I slammed the door only to have him open it behind me. I was not going to let him drag me back. I was going to see my father even if it did kill me.
All right, all right, how was it? -braces for impact- please review.