by:Mandy, Insane Saiyan
Disclaimer:DB and DBZ ain't mine, it belongs to the God of Writing, aka Akira Toriyama.Anything contained within this story, tho, belongs to me-charaters that are original, storylines, ect, and you cannot take without asking. THanks.
This is the start of a series.
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The mother hummed as she warmed up the bottle. That in itself was a complete rarity- she hadn't been happy in a long time.
As she stood there waiting for the bottle to finish warming up, she thought of what had taken her to this day. Exactly 3 months ago, everything had been fine.
But then they had came.
Leaving a rain of destruction in their path, they enjoyed killing. It seemed to be one of their favourite things, not something that wasn't normal in the villians that had been faced in those days.
The Z Fighters could have easily defeated them.
But it had come at as a complete surprise, and in a time they weren't ready. Their most powerful warrior had just passed away-of normal circumstances, so no dragon ball could be used to bring him back.
It left a noticable gap in the Z Fighters, one that wasn't fixable by the time that the cyborgs came.
Piccolo had been the first to go. The androids had discovered the weak spot in the armour, and destroyed it quickly and without much doubt.
With Piccolo gone, Kame was gone, and that meant the dragonballs were gone.
Everyone was more careful after that, but the android/cyborgs grew quickly more stronger, too quickly. The Z Fighters weren't able to get as strong as fast and it was what made it hopeless.
They tried to stay hopeful but it was too hard. If any of them died, they could not be resurrected, unless another trip to Namek was done.
And they needed everyone here.
The androids were sadistic. When they found out about the diminishing hope, they sought to make it even worse. They took joy in even the most littlist of the worst evils. They delibertly left the baby of them all alive so he'd have to watch his friends being killed off. Maybe they somehow sensed how powerful he was. But even him wouldn't be much hope against them-with everyone they destroyed they got more powerful.
In the end only 4 of them had escaped much harm. Vegeta, in a rare stroke for him, gave his life to spare the others.
But it didn't help. With only 3 of them around, the situation, if it hadn't been before, became utterly hopeless.
In the end the only fighter left that was capable of anything was Gohan. Muraskige was too little to do anything-she'd never learned much fighting.
They tried to finish Gohan off, but they didn't succeed.In the end, they just stop trying. They didn't see the point in it anymore-besides, there was more fun things to destroy.
That was the situation today.
A living hell.
But today she was somewhat happy.
She'd found some hope in the darkness. She took the bottle off the warmer, and turned around. She leaned down and gave the baby the bottle it had been crying for. Finally content, the baby sucked happily on the bottle, and she smiled just a bit.
She brushed the baby's purple hair back, and kissed it on the forehead.
And quietly she whispered the one thing that had given her hope....
...her one dream in this darkness, surely not to be shattered by anything.
"You'll save the world someday."
For he was like his father.
Utterly strong.
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To be Continnued
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