Shot Power
By: Atomic Kokoro
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Storyline
Goten is kidnapped and his powers are locked deep within himself. He has to escape or he will be taken from Earth and sold as a slave.
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Before You Read
YES! Goten is seven. Duh. End of story. Well, that story. This is the beginning of a new one! I honestly should stop doing this.
Food is yummy, on with story.
Chapter 1
Taken Away
He guessed it was just for the celebration. Mom said that they were going to Bulma's to watch some Fireworks. Trunks was going to be there and he couldn't wait. Parties were always so much fun. They ate a lot of food and everyone laughed. They would have parties just because they wanted to! It was a time to get together and just hang out.
The family arrived after five. Gohan rang the doorbell. It was Trunks who answered the door. "Hey, everyone!" he gasped and let them in in. He punched Goten in the shoulder lightly as he entered. "How's it going, Goten?"
"I'm good, thanks," he said, taking off my shoes. "How about you?"
Trunks nodded. "Same."
He showed us inside when their coats were hung and their shoes were off. Goten's family sat down at a table but I stayed back to play with Trunks for a little while. He told me to dress in my gee so we could spar outside and I did without hesitation.
"Gohan. Me and Trunks are going out to play," he said to Gohan before we left. He said something about "Trunks and I" but Goten didn't listen; he was halfway out the door anyway.
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Trunks was stronger but Goten was faster. Almost evenly matched in speed and strength. Goten would be faster if his hits didn't hurt so much. Trunks threw a right cross and Goten blocked with his left hand, kneeing him in the stomach while so. Trunks grabbed his shoulders and tossed him head first into the ground. Goten groaned and tried to get up but he stepped on my back to keep him down. "I win again, Goten."
Goten groaned again, but this time in defeat. "This isn't fair."
Trunks laughed and helped Goten to his feet. "Don't worry, Chibi. You'll beat me someday. Just not anytime soon."
Goten rolled his eyes. He could turn any compliment into an insult faster than a cheetah could run. Chibi was a nice touch, though.
"Let's go back. I bet you're hungry."
Goten nodded. "Of course! When am I not?"
"Like father, like son. You're brother's out of the ordinary, though." They both laughed. Eventually, they calmed down and there was a moment of silence before both boys whipped around and stared at the dirt road.
A lone figure stood, staring at them. Trunks and Goten looked at each other for a moment. "Do you feel that, Goten?" he asked.
"Yeah. He's strong." The lone figure lifted his arm to his face and a high-pitched sound was unleashed. Trunks and Goten screamed and covered their ears, each falling to their knees. "It hurts!" Goten yelled, although it was a useless statement as for, one, it was obvious, and two, no one could hear him.
Trunks managed to open one eye and just managed to dodge a punch. Goten wasn't so lucky and was sent flying into a tree.
Trunks looked at his friend, still covering his ears. He didn't know what to do, but he was soon occupied by another opponent. That noise is so distracting, he whimpered in his head. How can I fight and block out the noise at the same time.
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Meanwhile, back at the party, Gohan was wondering where the Destructive Duo was; food had been served and they still weren't back. He stood up, earning everyone's attention. "I'm gonna go look for Trunks and Goten," he said.
Two steps to the door, however, and some party members plugged their ears and screamed in pain; Gohan, Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo.
Everyone stood up at once (save for those who were yelling) and tried to figure out what was wrong. "This is ridiculous! What is that sound?" Gohan shouted over the noise.
"It sounds like a whistle," Piccolo replied just as loud.
Vegeta looked around for a second when the sound stopped. "What the hell was that? Did someone pull out a dog whistle or something?"
Gohan jumped to his feet. "We better find the kids. They could be in trouble."
"Or responsible for what just happened," Vegeta muttered.
Goku blinked with innocent confusion. The next second, he was dead serious. "Gohan's right. They're in trouble. I can sense two Ki's."
Suddenly, the four fell back and plugged their ears again. Videl ran over to Gohan. "What is it? Is it that sound again?" Gohan didn't reply, unable to since he couldn't hear her over what he was hearing.
Bulma turned to the fighters who weren't unable to move. "Go find Trunks and Goten," she order and they were out in an instant.
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The noise stopped long enough for Trunks to defend himself and for Goten to get back up again, assume a stance. Goten looked at the lone man in the center of the road and charged at him, full speed. "What was that? What did you just do?" he demanded.
The man brought his whistle back to his mouth and blew into it. Goten fell to the ground, screaming in sheer agony. Trunks reacted the same way. Trunks' opponent rested down beside him and pulled something shimmering from his belt. The clouds cleared from the sky and moonlight glinted off of the object.
The man stopped his whistle and both demi-Saiyans opened their eyes. Goten glanced back at Trunks and his enemy. The opponent brought the object down forcefully on his best friend. Goten screamed in pain, but a different kind. An emotional pain. "Trunks!"
Goten stood to aid his friend, but the man beat him to the punch and blew the whistle again. Goten screamed and fell to the ground. "No!" he screamed repeatedly. "No! No! No!"
Trunks' opponent approached Goten and brought (what Goten learned was) a knife to his neck. "You will tell us how to get the Dragonballs, or I will kill you." Goten stammered over his words, shaking his head. Tears flowed from his eyes and he ended up sobbing in the end. "I swear, you don't tell us where to find them and I will kill you."
The boy just sobbed. He was on the edge of death, his ears were ringing, his best friend was dead for all he knew, and he hadn't eaten supper yet. "Fine," the opponent said impatiently. "You'll die, just like your friend."
"Stop," said the man with the whistle. "He might be of use. Look at him."
The man with the knife looked at Goten. "Yeah? What about him?"
"He's a boy," the man continued. "He's that young and with a friend. Someone will be looking for him eventually. Someone who may know where the Dragonballs are."
The man with the knife thought about this for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right, Keiteki."
"Of course I'm right," Keiteki said. "They'll find the dead one and they'll be wondering wear this one is. When we figure out who is looking for him, we can...negotiate a little something-something."
The man with the knife nodded. "Too bad we left all the supplies at the base. A little interrogation..."
"No, not with a boy. Not yet."
Goten felt little more relieved but he was still stressed and quite upset. "You'll come with us," said the man with the knife. "You'll behave like a good little boy or we'll have to punish you." Goten nodded quickly. "Good. Now, let's go." Keiteki began down the road. Goten took one last look at Trunks over his shoulder.
Nothing. Not the slightest warmth of Ki.
From what he felt, Trunks was dead.
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Krillin raced around, trying to locate either boy or their attackers. Unfortunately, they lost the sense when they were halfway there. He could feel the Saiyans and the single Namek catching up. The group landed near where they last felt them which was in a forest, nearby a great field where a dirt road lead by.
They looked around, shouting Trunks and Goten's name. There was nothing. No sound or response.
The rest of the Z-Fighters arrived a few minutes later and helped search around for the lost children. There was nothing at first, but it was Vegeta who locked on to the first clue. He paused, expression of horror upon his face.
Everyone could feel the tension from the Prince and looked back at him. "W-what?" Krillin asked, unsure if he should've said anything. "What is it?"
Vegeta looked to his left where the field was and sprinted out of the forest. Everyone raced out after him and stopped dead in their tracks.
Before them was the Prince. And in his arms, his lifeless son.
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After Notes
Terrible, I know. Why do I even have "Before You Read" and "After Notes" on my stories anyway? What am I gonna say? "Next time on "Shot Power"! If I say anything I'll give away the rest of the story so I'm just gonna announce useless questions until someone tells me to shut up!" No. I don't think so. Well, I do say this;
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