May 17th, Age 767: Announcement Day
Kohlra knelt before her television, black eyes wide in horror as her mother sat behind her, crocheting in her favorite rocking chair. Their living room had yellow walls and a yellow sofa with red pillows, the rocking chair the same color as their flooring. A frail and pale woman with brittle blonde hair rocked back and forth gently in their chair, fingers working methodically to weave yarn around a needle.
"What is it, baby?" Brishe's soft voice called out, Kohlra still glued to the television- breathing shallow.
The nineteen-year-old Saiyan sat slack jawed like a little school girl, knees apart while she shook. There was… a man on the television, broadcasting from their local news station. At least, he looked like a man? He claimed that his name was Cell, and that he would be hosting another World Martial Arts tournament in ten days.
"It'll be all of you against all of… well, me. Haha. If none of you can win by either knock out or ring out, then I'll reward your failures by extinguishing all life on this pathetic dust ball. Need a little more motivation? No? I didn't think so."
The man laughed maniacally, Kohlra's heart dropping into her stomach. Brishe's ball of purple yarn had run out by now, her kneeling down into a wicker basket full of colorful balls of even more yarn.
"Kohlra, I'm talking to you." Brishe sternly reminded.
Kohlra clicked the dial on the television so that it turned off. Her mother didn't need to know about the chaos outside of their door. Her heart wouldn't take it well.
"Everything is fine, Mama. I'm going to go pick up your prescriptions though, okay?"
Brishe nodded, Kohlra kneeling down to hold her mother as she placed a kiss on her forehead.
The entire Earth stood still while Cell was on air, panic erupting in the streets. Parents packed what little they could, dragging their terrified and weeping children through the streets into their cars. There was screaming as Kohlra walked outside, erupting all the way from the city. The entire Earth was shouting out in terror, while this Cell guy was undoubtedly laughing.
Taking to the air immediately, Kohlra flew through the sky- her yellow camisole and blue jeans fluttering in the wind along with her long, waist-length black hair. With annoyance she brushed her bangs out of her eyes, thankful inwardly that she didn't have any neighbors around her. Watching her fly through the air while that crazy bug guy was on TV would most likely not fare well for her.
Soon, Kohlra landed in the forest to peek out at the city, her heart in her throat as she began to feel a strange energy approaching. Was that… her?!
"I was afraid that you wouldn't show up." A voice called after Kohlra- her own voice to be precise.
A carbon copy of Kohlra stood before her, clad in a blue training suit that she'd never seen before. Their hair was the same length; their nails were the same- but the other girl looked apathetic.
"What? Who are you?" Kohlra asked the woman, who began to advance towards her.
"I'm you." The doppelganger answered simply, brushing her hair behind her ears as she continued to corner the weaker version of herself. "Well, a much more well-rounded you. Or, would that make you, me? Gods, this time travel nonsense is really screwy."
The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply, her cold stare resting on Kohlra as she shivered. Eyes traveled towards the sky as the other woman remembered this day in her time period. "I remember this day. Mom was making that afghan for our little cousin. It was purple."
Kohlra widened her eyes, barely able to get a single word out before the woman had her fist implanted firmly into her stomach.
Kohlra gasped and gagged. "I take no joy in doing this to you, but I have a mission that I have to accomplish. I'm… sorry."
Kohlra didn't even get a response in. The woman had grabbed both sides of her face in her hands and snapped her neck to the left, dark eyes turning white as her life faded from her body. Green energy was sapped from Kohlra's face as the woman absorbed it, closing her eyes as she took her memories and energy.
The woman sighed and cocked her hip to the side, a message coming in from the scouter she kept on her person. Well, the device had been like a scouter, but she had Bulma tinker with it back in Conton City so that it was like an ear piece.
"Kohlra? Come in, Kohlra? Are you there?" A male voice inquired.
Kohlra pressed her finger to her ear with a blank face, eyes scanning the area cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Trunks had been the one on the other end of the call, everyone watching Kohlra from the Time Nest far off.
"Are… are you okay?" He asked with concern.
Kohlra frowned as she looked at one of her many, many counterparts in time.
"Besides the fact that I just literally killed myself- yeah. I'm good. How're you?"
A cranky man's voice soon rang through the scouter, Kohlra twitching lightly.
"We don't have time for any of your sassy nonsense!" Came the Elder Kai's voice, screeching into Kohlra's ear as she winced.
"Chill out, old man! You're gonna ruin my ear!"
"Just get this show on the road before I send someone else in there!" He concluded, shaking his old fist at her from the Time Nest.
Kohlra rolled her eyes and sauntered towards her counterpart, still frowning as she knelt down. Her finger went back to her ear for a second as she knelt.
"Everyone cover your eyes." She said softly, Trunks and the Elder Kai questioning her with confusion.
"Why?"
"What do you plan on doing?!"
"I'm going to take her clothes, and I don't want your knuckleheads looking at our body! So, close your eyes!"
The men complied and Kohlra swapped outfits with her corpse, brushing herself off lightly before she extended her hand outwards. Blinding light built itself into her palm before she released it, blowing a small crater into the dirt. The impact shook the ground, startling the citizens from afar even more.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?!" The old man hissed, Kohlra ignoring him as a female voice peeped from the background. It was Chronoa.
"She's gonna bury her." Chronoa said sadly, chewing her knuckle gently. The boys shut up after that, and Kohlra buried that timeline's Kohlra before she bowed respectfully.
