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Android23. R&R please. Enjoy!
It was raining, the sky painted a deepening black, like that of a soulless being, which was what he almost was. 23 felt his hands curl into the fists he had to make so many times before, over and over. They never learned, did they? They couldn't just leave him alone, or even let the earth be all alone. They always had to come and fuck everything up. He sighed, feeling his hair matted to his shoulders. It was different this time...this time he was losing. He didn't show it, but the blood trickling down his lips and his wincing only made the other fighters think. They all were silent. 23 raised his head and glared at his foe. His foe walked toward him slowly, but slow enough for 23 to have more than enough reason to call her a crazed bitch.
He toke a step back. He could feel his blood pumping into him. He was wincing more. He was afraid, yes. If he died -that was it - it was over, all those lives will be lost. He could feel the saiyan blood within his body pump hard and fast, ripping through him like rivers of adrenaline. If he lived through this he'd be a much stronger warrior...if he lived. He stood his ground and gritted his teeth. He watched his foe fire an unexpected blast at one of his companions. He heard the scream and watched as he dropped, dead. 23 felt his body tremble.
He then felt his power rip out of him. The rain was rebounded away from him as the wave of energy burst from him. His eyes flashed yellow, his body covered by a golden aura. He glared at her. He reached for her neck and caught it. She squirmed in his cold grasp, a squirming which 23 found delightful. He pulled his other hand back, ready to let loose. He glared into his mother's eyes. Her eyes filled with what he thought to be sorrow. 18 was grasping his arm, trying to break free. He was confused..How?..No, his mother was dead! This was a cheap trick! But..What if..? He screamed and let loose a barrage of blasts, tossing 18 away from him. He kept firing, the rain pelting against his body. He screamed more. He ran at the body, firing on. He finally stopped, the body blow to pieces, steam rising from the destroyed burnt parts. Rain...it was his only comfort in a world where he would always be alone...and where he'd never stop the pain encasing his body.
It was raining, the sky painted a deepening black, like that of a soulless being, which was what he almost was. 23 felt his hands curl into the fists he had to make so many times before, over and over. They never learned, did they? They couldn't just leave him alone, or even let the earth be all alone. They always had to come and fuck everything up. He sighed, feeling his hair matted to his shoulders. It was different this time...this time he was losing. He didn't show it, but the blood trickling down his lips and his wincing only made the other fighters think. They all were silent. 23 raised his head and glared at his foe. His foe walked toward him slowly, but slow enough for 23 to have more than enough reason to call her a crazed bitch.
He toke a step back. He could feel his blood pumping into him. He was wincing more. He was afraid, yes. If he died -that was it - it was over, all those lives will be lost. He could feel the saiyan blood within his body pump hard and fast, ripping through him like rivers of adrenaline. If he lived through this he'd be a much stronger warrior...if he lived. He stood his ground and gritted his teeth. He watched his foe fire an unexpected blast at one of his companions. He heard the scream and watched as he dropped, dead. 23 felt his body tremble.
He then felt his power rip out of him. The rain was rebounded away from him as the wave of energy burst from him. His eyes flashed yellow, his body covered by a golden aura. He glared at her. He reached for her neck and caught it. She squirmed in his cold grasp, a squirming which 23 found delightful. He pulled his other hand back, ready to let loose. He glared into his mother's eyes. Her eyes filled with what he thought to be sorrow. 18 was grasping his arm, trying to break free. He was confused..How?..No, his mother was dead! This was a cheap trick! But..What if..? He screamed and let loose a barrage of blasts, tossing 18 away from him. He kept firing, the rain pelting against his body. He screamed more. He ran at the body, firing on. He finally stopped, the body blow to pieces, steam rising from the destroyed burnt parts. Rain...it was his only comfort in a world where he would always be alone...and where he'd never stop the pain encasing his body.