My Sweet Angel
By JustTJ
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay guys, let's get things straight. First off, this is my first attempt at a mature story, hence the M Rating, and can only be found in the crossover section between Dragon Ball Z and Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. I tried a couple times on crossover couples, but when my sister pitched this idea to me, at first I rejected the idea because it seemed a little weird, but then later on I changed my mind and decided to give this one a shot.
Please don't flame or criticize me, alright? Again, this is my first attempt, so give me a little credit, alright? If you have someone to blame, blame it on my sister, alright! But hey, at least this is better than using an OC, that's for sure.
Chapter One:
Stocking's Unusual Day
Yet another attempt at catching ghosts. Not. Panty and Stocking had just returned to their home within the church on the hill outside of Daten City. However, both were covered in ashes and dust so dark that you can actually make out their eyes. Panty looked over longly at the couch, as if it was inviting her to relax on it. She sat down on the emerald-colored couch and let out a tiring sigh.
"Again, you should've let me worried about that Ghost," Panty said over to her little gothic sister, Stocking, who was in the middle of shaking the ashes and dust off of her usual Lolita dress and her violet-bubblegum hair.
"Who said you were worried?" Stocking asked, beginning to pull strands of her hair out where she could see it before running her hand through it, dusting it off. "I told you not to do it, yet you stupidly went ahead and done it. You never think straight, do you know that?"
Panty leaned back against the couch where her arm was hanging by the armrest and her head leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as she lets out a loud yawn. "Not my problem, sis, that's for sure. Look, the important thing is we collected the Heaven Coins we need. Well, at least two, to be precise."
Stocking sighed as she looked away, finally able to rid her body of the ashes and dust, which had left some dirt marks on her face, dress, and hair. "You have a good point there. So, how was that date you had, last night? You know, about that guy who was wearing that Homer Simpson shirt?"
Panty then reached one finger to her ear as she began to clean out of whatever unknown substances could be laying around in there, her eyes rolled up to the ceiling once again.
"Oh, you mean that guy?" Stocking nodded. "Oh, after eating out at that fancy restaurant, we went back to his place and did it three times in a row..." Panty then sighed. "Until I found out he was married when his wife walked in on us. The first time I've had anybody else scream their heads off. But then again, I never really liked that guy."
Stocking scoffed, looking over to her older sister. "You're overdoing it again, Panty. Don't you even want to have a boyfriend for once?"
"Boyfriend?" Panty laughed. "Why would I need a boyfriend what with so many hot cute guys here in Daten City? This city's paradise if you don't count the Ghosts terrorizing the city!"
"Oh? You mean that?"
Stocking then pointed towards a window not too far from her. Panty then leaned up to look to see what Stocking was talking about and, just looking outside the window, both seemed to notice three big strong Ghosts with their usual black skin were knocking down tall buildings was opening up some of them while swallowing the people who seemed to be inside at the time. Panty sighed and waved her hand.
"They'll have somebody else clean that up." Panty then leaned back against the couch once more and took out the TV Remote from underneath one of the couch cushions. "I think I'll watch that show about those hot guys doing those routine exercises. Those guys sure know how to stay buffed." While saying this, a hint of drool was seen hanging from one end of Panty's mouth.
Stocking sighed. "Oh brother. I think I'll take a shower and then get some of that leftover pumpkin pie from last night."
Panty pushed down a button on the remote, and then a split second later, the TV instantly came on. "Suit yourself." Panty lets out one of her flirty smiles as she looked lustfully at three men, who were doing exercises and were wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Stocking scoffed in disgust.
"Whatever."
Stocking made her way over to the hallway where her bedroom was located at the very back. Ah yes, there it is. The door with the skull on it with a sign that says 'Keep Out' on it.
...
After Stocking felt refreshed after taking a nice warm shower, put on another nice pair of clothing of a Lolita dress and her hair dried up from the water, Stocking left her room, trying to adjust a bow on her head. She was simply walking down the hallway, her hands still adjusting the bow and her mind thinking about that leftover pumpkin pie that she would soon devour into the pit of her stomach. All in the while, Stocking couldn't help it, but to feel a little jealous about her sister Panty. She's been with more men than Stocking ever had.
Stocking had never been with anyone, and only lied to Panty that she had slept with other men in hopes to irritate her. The only except, however, was for that cruel disgusting ghost she happened to stumble upon while helping Panty trying to pick out a cute hot guy to do it with. Stocking sighed. It was love at first sight, and even though she had never met this ghost nor had ever heard of him, she had fallen instantly in love with him, the warm fire burning in her heart, filled with an emotion that Stocking knew all too well. Love. An emotion she rarely feels.
Stocking had only gone on a few dates with this ghost, and at first this Ghost never really loved her back, but then, seeing as how Stocking was devoted to him, even going so far as to turn her back against her duties as an Angel to dispatch Ghosts and to elope with him, the Ghost realized that he too returns her feelings. Panty, however, saw that at first the ghost was only using Stocking as a servant, and getting her to do things he was even too lazy to do. And Panty was always protective over her little sister.
Stocking fought back, trying to prove that her love is indeed real to Panty who had never experienced love before. When Panty had shouted to Stocking that this ghost doesn't even love her, Stocking felt as if she was going to break down, but then her heart filled with surprise when the Ghost admitted that he indeed loved her and had bought an engagement ring, in the shape of feces, and had asked her to marry him. Stocking felt like a lucky teenage woman. She had agreed to marry him and he had carefully places the ring on her middle finger.
Panty tried to fight back, only to be stopped by Garterbelt, who had mysteriously appeared from out of nowhere, who had told Panty to watch and wait. Stocking could never had felt happier than she did that night...only to see that the Ghost was slowly fading away, stating to her as if he was born to meet her, that they were destined to meet. He gave Stocking a sincere smile and had thanked Stocking for everything they've been through together, stating it was really fun to hang out with here...right before he faded away, leaving behind nothing but a Heaven Coin.
Soon after that happened, Stocking held on to her feelings as much as she could, clutching the ring she had once worn on her hand. She remembered falling to her knees and crying, and then Panty walking over and knelt down beside her, who took her little sister into her arms and lets her cry on her shoulders, grieving for the loss of her fiance, knowing that she would never see her true love again.
Stocking lets her arms hang down on both sides of her body, still making her way out of the hallway. All that was in the past, now. She knew that she would never find another guy to be with, even if it's for a million years. Oh no, she could feel the stinging in her eyes, indicating that the waterworks are about to start. Stocking laid a hand on her face and rubbed her eyes with her fingers, hoping to stop herself from crying. She then lets out a heavy sigh.
"Waah! Where did this guy came from? Stocking, get your ass in here! Stocking!"
Stocking withdrew her hand from her face as she immediately ran towards the end of the hallway and into the living room, where the first thing she saw was Panty sitting on the couch with a frightened look on her face, her eyes still focusing on the TV. Stocking could make out Panty's shoulders shaking, as if she was scared of something. Stocking cocked her eyes.
"You screamed for me to come in here for this?" she asked.
"No, you dolt! Look at the screen! I was just changing the channel and then this freak happens to show up!" Panty shrieked.
Stocking's eyes widened a little. Freak? Could it be a Ghost attacking a local news station? This she gotta see! Stocking then took a seat right next to the frightened Panty, who somehow was cleansed of the ashes and dust from their earlier attempt at catching the unnamed Ghost they had hunted down, and turned her attention towards the TV. Stocking couldn't believe it. Right before the camera, there stood what seemed to be a human-bug-hybrid-like creature, with a face of a man and the hands of a human, yet there were green shells covering most of his body, he had what seemed to resemble a helmet on his head with a yellow jaw plate along with holes which somehow resembles the ears, has purple streaks under his eyes and down his face, had magenta-colored eyes, and had black wings on his back, black shoulder pads, especially one on his chest, and there were dark-green speckles all over his body with the except of his lower legs which were entirely black and his feet resembled that of shoes which were yellow. He's also shown to have a stinger between his wings, but Stocking could only guess what that was used for.
This creature was holding up a news reporter by the throat, the pain on the poor man's face. The creature asked him, "You there, tell me, is this Studio B?"
Stocking's eyes widened. Not only does this guy has a handsome face...he also has a hot voice! Stocking shook her head a little. Whoa, where did that come from? Stocking then continued watching as the creature lets go of the man who had fallen to the ground. The man watched in horror as he said in fright, "O-Of course i-it is!" He then turned towards the crew offscreen. "Call Security! Hurry!"
Then, with a flick of the creature's fingers, there was a red glow followed by a small explosion. Panty's eyes widened a bit more out of anger while Stocking places a hand over her mouth in shock. Stocking then saw the creature's handsome face turning his attention towards the camera, as if looking directly at the Anarchy sisters.
"I am Cell. I have a message for all the people on Earth."
Panty lets out an angry grunt. "What do you know? That's us, as well."
"Shh," Stocking said, placing a finger to her lips to silence her sister, as they both began to listen for more information.
"Now pay attention to what I have to say. Your boring lives are about to get a lot more interesting from here on out. I've had fun terrorizing Earth, but now I have something far more entertaining for this pathetic little planet. For those of you who don't know me, take a good look at my face." Cell squinted his eyes at the camera and then spoke again, but this time in a more monstrous and croaked tone. "The big monster of Nikki Town!"
Panty and Stocking's eyes widened. They had heard of the recent news that had happened in Nikki Town about the entire population of the city completed deserted. The only thing left behind were the clothes of all the citizens as if they had been sucked right out of them. They had also heard of the news of other cities disappearing, such as Ginger Town.
"Fuck!" Panty shouted. "So that guy was responsible?"
Stocking narrowed her eyes right at Cell's face, and couldn't help but to stare at his magenta eyes. They look about the same color as her bubblegum pink highlights in her hair. She watched on as Cell spoke again, back into his normal voice. "I am the evolved form of that creature, and I'd like to thank all the inhabits on this pathetic world for providing me with the bio-extract that I needed. But the reason I'm here is to announce the whole new Martial Arts Tournament. I'd like to name this tournament known as the Cell Games. Seems quite a catchy name, don't you say?"
Panty sighed. "Figures."
"The Cell Games will be held 9 days from today at S5.5 28 miles northeast of East City. There you will find an arena that only I designed myself. I designed it after the initial one at the last Martial Arts Tournament. I believe it is my ideal place to crush my competitors. Bring me your best fighters and I will fight them one by one in a contest of strength." Cell smirked straight at the camera. "This is the last chance for Earth. If I am not defeated, it belongs to me!"
"WHAT?" Panty shrieked.
Stocking lets out a small gasp. "Is he that serious?"
"However, the fighters will have the advantage since I won't have to rest between battles. After one fighter gets knocked out, a new one will enter the ring immediately. The rules are the same as the Martial Arts Tournament: if you give up or any part of your body touches the outside of the ring, you lose. Although, and I will try to avoid this, if you die, you will also be disqualified. I hope I haven't frightened any of you of the Cell Games. Now that you know where the competition will be held, all you have to do is find the courage to show up." To Stocking, it felt like the last few words were spat out with venom. "Now watch this. Here's a glimpse to see what you're up against."
With that, Cell raised his hand up towards the wall behind him. There was another red glow forming right in his hand, and before the Anarchy sisters knew it, there was another huge explosion, and saw the red energy beam smashing through the wall, making a pathway through the city and destroying a lot of buildings in its path, and had then exploded into the mountains.
"No fucking way!" Panty shrieked.
"He's that strong?" Stocking asked.
Cell lets out a soft chuckle. "Come and get me if you dare! Now then...let the games begin. The tournament starts in 9 days! Good luck!" He then lets out a laugh as he turned to face the hole on the wall. He then bucked his wings up right before flying through the hole and into the half-destroyed city, and immediately disappeared out of sight.
Panty held up the remote with her hand shaking so hard, and after pressing down a button, the screen turned dark. They stared at their reflection on the screen and can make out the frightened and shocking looks on their faces.
"Ugh, that disgusting freak! If he's that strong as he looks, then we can kiss this planet goodbye!" Panty cried out. She then raised her fists in the air. "And we don't have enough Heaven Coins to get back to Heaven in time!"
"He says 9 days," Stocking reminded her. "So what are we going to do? We just can't sit around and do nothing until these Cell Games he calls them."
Panty then got up to her fist and raised up a fist. "Simple, sis! We can enter these so-called Cell Games and give him a piece of our minds! He didn't say anything about using weapons, so just one shot from Backlace and he can say hello to Hell for me!"
Before Stocking could reply, another voice spoke up. "Out of the question." Both sisters turned to look and standing right behind the couch was their African-American mentor, Garterbelt, wearing his usual priest robes with both his arms behind his back. Panty and Stocking's eyes widened with confusion.
"What the...? Where did you come from?" Panty shrieked.
"You saw that broadcast?" Stocking asked.
Garterbelt nodded. "I cannot allow you two to enter the Cell Games. If he is that strong, then there is no doubt in my mind that you both will stand a chance against this Cell." Garterbelt then looked down at Panty, and then at Stocking. "Therefore, when the times comes, you cannot go to the Cell Games."
Stocking's eyes widened. "What? Why? We saved the world before! We can simply do it again!"
"SHUT IT!" Garterbelt shouted. "You two are the only ones in this world that can help rid it of Ghosts, and if you two were to go out there and die, then you both can no longer protect it from our own enemies. It'd be best to let other fighters in this world handle that monster Cell. Besides, we must not meddle in the affairs of this world, and you both had known that the minute you came here."
Panty grunted and crossed her arms and laid them on her chest. Stocking just turned her head and leaned her head down where her eyes are focused on the carpeted floor.
"But then...what would happen if that creep succeeds and claim Earth as his?" Panty asked.
Garterbelt closed his eyes and leaned his head down. "I wish I know."
Stocking could feel a violin string break, her head moving over towards Garterbelt with a mad look on her face and fire burning in her green-teal eyes. "You wish? How could you say something like that if we don't even give it a try! Just let us participate in the Cell Games! We can handle him ourselves!"
Garterbelt reopened his eyes and glared angrily at Stocking.
"No! You are not going and that is final!"
Stocking then glared at him for a minute, and then leaned her head down where she angrily stared at the floor. She lets out a scoff as she turned around and made her way to the hallway, heading to the very last room which she calls her bedroom, the pumpkin pie in the fridge forgotten in her mind. Panty watches as Stocking walks off into the hallway. She blinked a couple times, wondering what might be going through her poor little sister's head.
...
"Hmm, Daten City? The most famous town there is. Wouldn't help to wander through this town, won't it? Eh, heh, heh."
...
A few hours later, Stocking was in her room, sitting right by her pumpkin-shaped table. In her hand held a book with a red cover, but with no title. Her eyes moved sideways from left to right, left to right, as if this book was intentionally getting her attention. Stocking then stopped mid sentence. She leaned the book down on the table and turned her head where her eyes were staring at her window.
She had watched the broadcast where Cell had just announced the Cell Games for five minutes, and already, she felt somewhat...interested about this creature. Stocking can't tell what made her interested in him, but this wasn't the first time Stocking felt this. The first time was...Stocking shook her head wildly. No, no, no! She's gone past that! She doesn't want to go through with it again! The first time she actually felt this was when...she had fallen in love at first sight with that Ghost.
Stocking scoffed. She hates to admit that she does find the creature Cell very interesting, but she decided not to go through with it again. Besides, even if she does get to meet Cell face-to-face, she cannot deny the fact that he would never lo...even consider liking her. She sighed heavily, turning her head back as she held the book up continuing to read it.
It just doesn't seem fair to her. Many people get to meet the love of their lives, and Stocking...she gets nothing! Zip! Notta! Whenever she comes so close to meeting the love of her life, it just merely...slips away from her clutches. Stocking closed the book and laid it on the table. She then sat and walked over to her bed. She passed through the see-through curtains hanging from her bed stand and merely just laid down on her bed face-first on her soft warm blankets.
She then leaned her head up and her eyes move towards the window again. "Maybe some fresh air would do me nice."
As if on cue, Stocking could hear a screeching noise before she could hear Panty's voice talking through a speaker.
"Stocking! Quick! The Demon Sisters unleashed a huge horde of wolverine ghosts into the Daten City Park! Take too long and I'll ditch ya!"
Stocking lets out another sigh, as she jumped up from her bed and made her way towards her bedroom door.
...
The citizens at the Daten City park were running away for their lives, screaming in fear as the black wolves started chasing them and howling them away. Most of the citizens had their clothes torn to shreds as they run for their lives against the black ghost-like wolves who were chasing them out of the park. Right near the center of the park sitting at a nearby bench sat two sisters with unusual red skin, one has two red horns sticking out from her long crazy green hair while the other has one horn on her forehead like that of a unicorn with her long white hair tied in a high ponytail, and was also wearing glasses on her face. They were both wearing the same beige uniforms, consisting of jacket, red tie, short skirt, and high heel shoes. The only difference was that one of them was wearing knee high socks that covers most of her legs.
"Eh-heh, it seems fun to watch those lousy mortals run away with fear. I just can't seem to get enough of it! Don't you agree, Ms. Kneesocks?"
The other sister nodded. "Yes, Dear Sister. Now at last, we can have this park all to ourselves."
They were named Scanty and Kneesocks, known as the Demon Sisters, the daughters of Corset, the Mayor of Daten City itself. They watch in amusement as the wolves cleared out the rest of the park from the citizens, as some retreated back to the Demon Sisters, which bowed in respect towards them.
"Ah, much better now," Scanty said, stretching out her arms and then placing her hands to the back of her head. "Being daughters of the mayor has it's advantages, don't you agree?"
Kneesocks simply nodded. "It appears so, Dear Sister. So what do you think we should do now?"
However, what the Demon Sisters didn't know was that they were being watched at this point. A mysterious figure was hiding in the branches of one of the trees in the park. The figure was too dark, we can't even see his face at this point. He simply looked relax, laying against the tree branch, as he looked down at the Demon Sisters who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"Heh. Pathetic excuse for evil. That's what they are. For demons, they're lacking self-potential."
Scanty placed a hand over her mouth as she lets out a small laugh. "Just wait till our plan comes to fruition, Ms. Kneesocks. When we're done with our little army of wolves, we can use them to overtake this city. One of our rrrrrrrules to follow in order to overtake this fair city."
Kneesocks places a finger between her eyes to push her glasses back into place, with a smirk on her face. "That does sound nice, Dear Sister. If the citizens here are that frightened, think of what'll happen when our army is complete."
"It was your idea after all, Ms. Kneesocks," Scanty said with somewhat an alluring smile on her face. "You were the first one of us to come up with this plan."
Kneesocks looks away, and when she did, her entire face suddenly changed into a paler red, a couple droplets of sweat beginning to form on her face. "Dear Sister, stop it. You're making me blush."
"You blush too easily, Ms. Kneesocks," Scanty said, placing both hands on one of Kneesocks' shoulders. "You should have someone take a look at that."
"I'm fine. Really, Dear Sister, I am."
"Tch. How utterly disgusting."
Kneesocks then raised her head up, her blushing faded away, and looked around. She thought she had heard someone, but couldn't seem to find anyone. The only people she see are her older sister and their pet ghost wolves.
"Ms. Kneesocks, what is it?" Scanty asked, her eyes widened a little out of curiosity.
Kneesocks shook her head, not wanting to worry her sister. "Nothing, Dear Sister. I thought I had heard something, but it's probably just the wind."
Before Scanty could talk back, another voice interrupts. "Is it the wind, or is it our jeep that really pissed you both off?" Both Demon Sisters then looked over towards where the voice came from, and right before them was an all-to-familiar pink jeep, the front facing them, and on top of the hood was Panty, who was standing with a cocky look on her face, and Stocking, who was sitting there next to her sister with one of her innocent smiles on her face, holding her Honekoneko doll in her arms.
Both Scanty and Kneesocks got up to their feet and stared angrily at the Anarchy sisters. "Ah! The Angels!" Scanty shrieked. Many of the ghost wolves turned and then started to growl at Panty and Stocking, pure hatred in their eyes for disturbing their masters. "What are you doing here?"
"This park has been emptied out for our own use," Kneesocks explained, placing both folded hands on her hips. "Since we're in a happy mood today, we're giving you one last chance to clear out."
Panty then laid a fist on her hip and stared angrily at the Demon Sisters. "This park belongs to everyone. Just because you fucking demons are the daughters of that BDSM excuse of a Mayor doesn't mean you get to do what you fucking please."
Stocking nodded. "You two should really learn how to share once in a while, might make some more friends that way, you know?"
Scanty merely laughs. "Friends? Who needs friends when we have each other, right Ms. Kneesocks?"
Kneesocks began to blush a lighter shade of red again, looking away and placed a hand on her face. "You're making me blush again, Dear Sister."
"Your faces are red to begin with, you know!" Panty insulted. "Now get out of here and take your stupid dogs with you!"
The Ghost Wolves growled more louder with a hint of anger at the Angels, surrounding the Demon Sisters as if to protect them and some crawling their way over to Panty and Stocking.
"Now, now," Scanty said, waving up a finger. "You should know better than to mess with our pets." She then leaned a hand down and began to put one on the head, running her red fingers through it's black fur. "These guys' feelings get hurt very easily, you know."
Panty sighed and then jumped off from the hood of their jeep and stared at the wolves as if they weren't a big deal. "Well, looks like we have no choice but to fight." She then turned to face her little sister. "Ready, Stocking?"
Stocking nodded, slipping off the jeep and onto the grass-covered ground right next to her sister, right before tucking her half-kitten, half-skeleton doll into her shirt. "Ready, Panty."
The figure up from above the tree could see through the branches right at Panty and Stocking, and lets out a soft scoff. "I take it these are the protectors of this town. They don't even look like angels." He then eyed over at Panty. "That one looks like she's always confident, yet I have a disgusting feeling about that one." He then eyed over to Stocking. "And that one...hmm...I'm not sure about this one. She seems much happier despite looking like one of those Goths I always see. Might want to keep an eye on her for now."
Both Panty and Stocking reached for their legs, as they began to strip a peculiar clothing; Panty's hands reached into her skirt and began to strip herself of her pink panties, while Stocking began to strip herself of both her black-and-blue striped stockings. They then held up the said clothing and they each glown a blue color, and then within moments, Panty's panties took the form of a handgun while Stocking's stockings took form of striped katanas.
"Heh, stubborn as always," Scanty said. "Shall we, Ms. Knesocks?"
Kneesocks nodded, a smirk coming onto her face. "Yes, Dear Sister."
Scanty and Kneesocks then did the same as Panty and Stocking did; taking off parts of their clothing. Scanty was stripping herself of her scanties and Kneesocks stripping herself of her knee high socks. Scanty's scanties then took the form of a type of gun much different than Panty's, and Kneesocks' socks took the form of two scythes, both of them the color of black with a yellow outline.
"You're in for it now, Angels," Scanty said.
"We know, we know, we've gone through this, many times," Panty said, shaking her head. "So if you gals wanna dance, then lets dance!"
...
The fight had already begun. Panty was handling with Scanty and some of the Ghost Wolves while Stocking was fighting against Kneesocks and the other ones. Panty seemed to be handling herself quite well, but I would say the same thing for Stocking. She was surrounded, and since there were too many enemies around, she can't seem to keep up with them, and with Kneesocks, it was ten times worse.
Stocking blocked off Kneesocks attacks with both her katanas, Kneesocks thrusting her scythes closer and closer to Stocking's face. A smug look came to Kneesocks' face. "You poor unfortunate angel. Do you honestly think you can win when your sister doesn't even like you?"
Stocking kept her position. She knew Kneesocks was throwing lies at her to overthrow her, but she'll think twice before messing with the Gothic Angel. "You're lying."
Kneesocks then moved both her scythes sideways along with Stocking's katanas, Kneesocks leaning down towards Stocking with their noses inches away from each other. "Oh?" Kneesocks said. "You always to put faith in the wrong sort of people, Ms. Stocking. The people you love would be your downfall."
Stocking then managed to kick Kneesocks square in the stomach, sending her a few inches back. Stocking could hear the wolves growling behind her, so she turned around and swiped her katanas in the air, and sure enough, the wolves disappeared, so she knew they would attack her for fighting against one of her masters. Kneesocks then stood up and straighten herself out.
"I mean, look around you, Stocking. Your sister's always into human men, your mentor is looking for love in all the wrong places...what about you? No matter how much you fought, no matter what you do, there'd be not a soul in this world who would ever think about liking, heck, maybe even loving you!" Stocking's eyes widened. Kneesocks smirked. Good. She was getting to her. "And why is that, you wonder? Maybe you're just holding back on your feelings, or maybe you're not suppose to fraternize with anyone...or maybe they see you as a freak!"
Stocking was then about to charge at Kneesocks, but then for a split second, she felt being pounced on the chest and her back laid out on the grassy ground. Stocking looked up and saw a yellow-black scythe had pinned her down by her left shoulder, about an inch close to her hair, and saw that she can't seem to escape. She reached out for her katanas, but saw that she had mistakenly let go of them when she was slammed to the ground. She turned and saw her katanas laying there on the ground, right before turning back into regular black-and-blue striped stockings.
Stocking then saw a few ghost wolves pressing their paws about both her arms and her legs. Some even looked under Stocking's skirt, and for some reason drooled for about a moment. Kneesocks walks over towards Stocking with only one scythe remaining in her hand, and then held it up and let it lean back against her shoulder.
"An angel had never stood a chance against a demon," Kneesocks stated. "That has been held since the beginning of time. A certain rrrrrrrrrrrule in which both you and your sister must know!"
"Stocking! Get away from her!"
Stocking then moved her head over and saw Panty fighting her way towards her little sister, but the wolves were over crowding her path. Panty fired as much as she should, but then Scanty jumped right in front of her and they both begun to fight with their guns as if in hand-to-hand combat without even firing them. Stocking could hear Kneesocks laugh.
"Why would your sister even care about you?" she asked. "I always thought she'd never hang out with a bad crowd. But then again, that bad crowd just has to be you, is it not?" Kneesocks then placed the sharp tip of her scythe almost touching the skin on Stocking's neck. A worried look came to Stocking's face. "Don't worry. I'll free you from your suffering and pain."
With that said, Kneesocks waves her scythe up in the air as if it was a golf club, and was ready to slice off Stocking's head off. Stocking lets out a shriek as she turned her head to once side and shuts her eyes as tightly as she could, fear developing into her chest. This was it. She was going to die, and there was ntohing she could do to stop it. She lost. She had let everyone down. She even wonders if she'll be allowed back to Heaven...if she were to, at least.
Just then, unexpectedly, Stocking felt a huge gush of wind sweeping by, and when Stocking look up, she saw Kneesocks being pushed away by the strong wind current. For a minute there, Stocking thought she could see a shade of black and green. The wolves began to growl at whatever it was that had attacked their master and lurched against this being, but then Stocking felt another gush of wind and the next thing she knew, the wolves were also blown back.
She felt another presence there with her, and yet this person is going so fast, she can't quite make out who it is. She can only make out shades of black and green most of the time, and it was blurry too, so she can't make out any descriptive details.
BLAST! BLAST!
Both Scanty and Panty turned and saw that most of the wolves were being blown up. Both their eyes widened for a reason; Panty seeing as how she was always the one to blow up the wolves, and Scanty because one minute Kneesocks was about to kill Stocking, and then the next, they looked as if they were about to lose. The other wolves growled as they tried to run attack whatever it was that was destroying most of their little herd.
"No, you furry dogs! Get back here and protect me!" Scanty called out.
But most of the wolves were already swept away into the sky and then blasted into bits. Panty used the chance to attack Scanty without trying to get distracted for at least one bit. Stocking tried to sit up, but she wouldn't dare touch the scythe holding her down. She heard somewhere that demons would get burn if they were to touch an angel's weapon. Would it happen if Stocking used vise versa? What if she burns her hands when she touches the scythe. She then tried to worm her way out, but the sharp edge of the scythe was about an inch away from her shoulder and the handle was touching the ground, so in a way, she was trapped.
Stocking then suddenly heard a growl before her. She leaned her head back where her bangs fell from her face. Her teal eyes widened as there were three more ghost wolves looking angrily at her, as if she was the one responsible for these sudden attacks. Stocking gasped as the wolves jumped up in the air and were about to attack her. She then leaned her head down and closed her eyes tightly, but then all of a sudden, Stocking felt as if she was being held under someone's arm and she could make out a blurry shade of green. Then the next thing she knew, she was standing up again, wobbling a couple times until she could retain her balance. She looked around and saw the last of the wolves were destroyed and Kneesocks' scythe was laying before her.
"You...you..." Stocking quickly turned around and saw Kneesocks, her ponytailed hair going all over the place and her white bangs laying out all over her face. "I don't know how you're doing this, but you're going to pay!" Kneesocks then waved her only scythe in the air. "YOU'LL FUCKING PAY!"
Kneesocks then ran over to Stocking with her scythe held up high. Stocking looked over and saw her two stockings, so she dodged a couple of Kneesocks' attacks and was able to grab one of her own on time, transforming it into a katana and blocked off Kneesocks's scythe.
"You're more stupider than I thought," Stocking called out. "I'm not the one doing all of this!"
Kneesocks squints her eyes and angrily glares at Stocking as if staring straight to her soul. "Be that as it may, you're still going to fucking pay!"
They both withdrew their weapons before Kneesocks was about to give out another attack, but before she could, Stocking felt another gush of wind and Kneesocks was thrown up into the sky, and in a split second, crashed onto the ground, leaving a small fissure in it's wake. She then sat up but felt as if she was being kicked in the head and was thrown right in front of Stocking on the ground. Her scythe immediately turned back into regular socks as Stocking knew that Kneesocks was knocked unconscious.
Stocking then looked back up to see who was doing all this, and then for a split second, she could make out a pair of magenta eyes staring back at her before suddenly disappearing.
Her eyes widened.
Those eyes...why do they look so familiar?
Then it hits her. Those eyes were almost about the same color as the highlights of her hair, as she gripped the katana as tight as she could.
"It can't be...it just couldn't be..."
"Stocking, you alright?"
Stocking then looked over and saw Panty running up to her. Panty then wrapped her arms around her little sister in a very tight embrace. "Oh thank God you're alright!" She then withdrew and placed two hands on both of Stocking's shoulders. "Don't you dare scare me like that again! I almost puked when Kneesocks was about to kill you! How did you do all this?"
Stocking then looked down on the ground. "I-I don't know. I didn't do all this. I..." She then stopped. She knew Panty would never believe her saying that someone else has joined in on the fight, so she lets out a sigh and lets her shoulders slump down.
"Well, the important thing is that you're alright," Panty said, patting Stocking on the shoulder. "I already took care of Scanty and I see that Kneesocks is also down for the count. I've already collected the Heaven Coins, too." Panty then reached into her pockets and shows her little Gothic sister the coins. Stocking quickly counted them and saw they only have five.
"Only five?" Stocking cocked her eyebrows. "I don't get it. There were like about 20 wolves here."
Panty shoved the coins back into the pocket of her skirt as she leaned back up. "You'd think we'd be use to this, by now. Anyways, I think we should head back. Garterbelt should be done cooking dinner right about now." Panty then turned around and headed straight back for their pink jeep See Through. Stocking then turned around and looked out at the park which was now officially ruined during their little fight.
She knew there was someone else there...someone who had saved her life...someone she would like to thank...someone with magenta eyes...Stocking also felt as if something was missing too, but she can't quite make out what it is.
HONK! HONK!
Stocking then turned around and saw that Panty had already drove up next to her in See Through. "Come on, Stocking! What's the hold up?"
Stocking sighed as she leaned her head down, before climbing up onto the passenger's side and buckling in with her seatbelt. Panty then fired up the engines as they both drove off out of the park and back into the busy streets of their town.
While they were driving away, however, the figure walks up in the middle of the wreckage in the park and immediately spotted both Scanty and Kneesocks, both passed out and laying on the ground.
"I could just as easily end their lives now, but then again, they seemed to be no threat to me for the moment. Hmm? What's this?" The figure then knelt down on the ground as he reached his hand out. He then pulled something off the ground and then leaned back up. "Well, well. It seems someone seemed to have left you behind. She might miss you terribly if you're not returned. Let's go and pay her a visit, shall we?"
...
Stocking had just got done taking a relaxing bath and had already put on her short black pair of PJs, but then she decided to not wear her bow on her head. She always hates it whenever she forgets and then the next morning, it get tangled in her long hair and it takes up nearly a half an hour of her morning to untangle the mess.
As soon as she was done drying her hair she immediately left the bathroom and then headed back into her room. Stocking walked over to her bed and walks through her see-through drapes and then laid down in the center of her bed. She then threw her blankets over her and felt warm and soft. That's how she usually goes to sleep like this. She then turned to lay on her side, but then about a couple minutes later, she opened her eyes and then immediately sat up.
"Ah! Honekoneko! Where are you?" she cried out. Stocking then looked under her pillows and then under her blankets, but still cannot seem to find her half-kitty, half-skeleton doll. She immediately threw the covers off of her and jumped out of her bed as she looked through her closet, her other piles of dolls, her dresser drawers, even going through her snack collection which she stole from Garterbelt and kept it locked away so no one would tell the difference.
"Honekoneko! Honekoneko!" she cried out, as she hopelessly goes through her other stuff. She still cannot find her doll. She then leaned straight up and looked out her window, where the moon was shining and the stars were laid out over the sky. Stocking realized that she must've lost it while they were battling the Demon Sisters and those Ghosts back at the park. How could she have not known that she lost her doll back at the park and simply forgot about it! Stocking's eyes then moved towards her floor as she lets out a couple sniffles.
That doll was precious to her than anything else, which is why she was always seen carrying it. The reason why was that...that...Stocking shook her head. It's no use crying over spilled milk, and it's no use crying over a doll. Besides, she did left it at the park, she can go ahead and get it tomorrow. The citizens are probably still scared about the commotion that happened at the park earlier today, they probably won't head over tomorrow. But then again, she's afraid that someone might take her doll.
Stocking shuddered. If someone were to steal that doll from her, she'd go on a rampage, going through every nook and cranny in Daten City until she could find her missing doll which she always treasures the most. She lets out a sad sigh.
"Tomorrow, I'll head back to the park and find Honekoneko," Stocking said to herself.
Stocking then clapped a couple times, and when she did, all the lights in her room went out. She then walks over to her bed and through her see-through drapes and crawled under the safe covers of her blankets. She then leaned her head in on her pillows as she lets out a couple more sniffles before seemingly falling into a deep sleep, unaware of a shadow standing right outside her window...
Stocking ran. She ran and ran and ran into the darkness. She tripped a couple times, but she still kept going. She was running for the light, as if she was in a tunnel. She reached her hand out, hoping to grab hold of the light. Stocking then made out a black outline of a figure within the light. It seemed to be a boy, about Stocking's age. He looked back to her, but then shrugs and then turned his back on her as he walks into the light.
Stocking ran twice as fast as before, hoping to reach out to this boy. It was a dream Stocking always had...wanted to find someone to love and the struggles she goes through to earn that love from a certain male.
"Please! Come back! Don't leave me! Please come back!"
Stocking tripped, but then got back up and continued running. She was almost close to this boy, as she continued to call out, "Come back! Please! I can't live without you! Come back!"
She was almost close to this figure, so close to the light, but then something stopped her...something very cold. She saw her legs being covered in ice, and saw that it was slowly forming up almost towards her hips and waist. Stocking raised her hands up in fright, and then looked back towards the figure who was still walking away from her. Tears had finally fallen from Stocking's eyes, as she lets out a sob.
"Wait! Come back! Please! I don't want to be alone! Don't leave me, please!" She then lifts her hand up to him, hoping to catch him from where she was standing. "Please come back!" She then lets out a few more sobs until she suddenly felt cold to her waist. The wind began to pick up, and the boy was slowly fading into the light. "Please! I love you! Don't leave me! Come back! Please!"
Before long, the cold wind began to freeze Stocking further and now the ice had engulfed her stomach and her arm. Before long, the ice made it's way up towards Stocking's neck along with her other arm frozen in place. She looked up and saw that the figure faded away...as the light faded away from the darkness. Stocking felt the cold breeze blowing against her, yet the ice seems to have stopped in it's track. Stocking closed her eyes, tears falling down her face endlessly like a river, as she lets out a few more sobs.
"Please...don't leave me...I don't want to be all alone..." Stocking then started to cry, almost her entire body trapped in ice, the cold breeze rubbing against her face, stuck in the middle of the darkness, where no one could hear her cries.
"Please...don't leave me...I don't want to be all alone..." Stocking lets out a few sobs before opening her eyes. She blinked a couple times before realizing where she was. It was just a dream...which felt like a nightmare to her. Stocking then leaned up and looked around. She was back in her room. She then wrapped her arms around her body. She could feel the wet tears on her face, like she was also crying inside her dream and out. She can also make out the cold breeze as well...wait, cold breeze?
Stocking then ran the back of her hand over her eyes to wipe away her tears as she turned to her right. She saw that her window was opened. She cocked her eyebrows. I don't remember leaving the window open, she thought to herself. Stocking then pulled away the covers of her blankets away from her and got up from her bed. She then walks over to her window and sticked her head out. She looked from left to right. Maybe she forgot to lock her window and the wind must've blown it open. Stocking shrugged. It was a possible explanation for all this.
Stocking then backed away from the window and grabbed both edges, pulling them together before locking them in place.
Stocking froze. She felt as if something wasn't right in her room. She looked out her window and felt the hairs of her neck shooting up from their roots. Her eyes widened with fear. Then another explanation came toher: what if someone had broke into her room, waiting for the right moment to jump out and attack her, and possible rape her? Stocking stood still, letting her arms fall to her sides. She could feel another presence in her room...and she has a feeling that it's not Panty, at that. Her sister would never come into her room in the middle of the night, unless it was something important.
Stocking then slowly turns around and faces the darkness in her room. She can make out the light from the moon shining down through the window and onto the floor, but still doesn't give out enough light to light up even the darkest corners of her room. She then inhaled deeply through her nose and out. She then raised both her hands up, and after gulping, clapped both her hands twice. Light then came on all over her room, and Stocking kept her figure at the sight before her.
"Hello, my dear."
End of Chapter One
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Originally, this was suppose to be a one shot, but then I decided to tease you guys into waiting. I know this isn't like me to write something like this, but I've had this idea for a while now and I just wanted to write it down hoping to get it out of my mind. Thank you all very much for your support. Don't forget to review.
By the way, I hope I haven't made anyone OOC. I watched some episodes from both respected series over and over again hoping to get the characters' personalities and motives right. I'm planning to watch some more episodes again before writing down the next chapter though.
I do NOT own Dragon Ball Z or Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. They're just a few of my favorite anime and they belong to their respective owners. If I do own them, however, it'd be every fanfiction writer's dream to even just own at least one of these shows. Thanks for your attention.
