A/N: Finally wrote another chapter! The boys meet the Shadow and their journey begins! Yay! Thanks for those who reviewed! That means so much for me!
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Chapter II – Shadow
Trunks and Goten gazed around in wonder and in slight fear of the hostile environment they had been wished into. The heat quivered around making everything appear foggy and hit the little boys in waves that matted their clothes to their bodies. The air hung eerily quiet and even the slightest whisper felt like a sin. Now wind, no sound of any kind and it was creeping out the two boys used to noise and hassle around them.
Gazing around, the wild-haired boy frowned deeply. His usually so much better senses that the others had were... duller. Like there was a veil between him and his...what? His nose, taste, hearing and sight were normal but what was lacking? He turned to Trunks, abruptly needing to know the other boy was there.
" We're in middle of a desert of somekind..." Trunks concluded, trying to sound smart, looking around, flinching at the loudness of his own voice. This whole place felt so wrong and for some strange reason his throat was constricting like holding back a scream.
" Trunks..." Goten swallowed, apparently feeling the same strange feelings, and pointing upwards where his black gaze was also fixed. The lila-topped boy lifted his head to look upwards and gasped. A huge black something was hanging on the sky like a sun. Pulling forwards their minds and feeling, feeding to them, more foreboding as thousand angry Vegetas. He fell on his knees onto the gravel, but was quickly forced to stand up again due the scalding-hot ground.
Death and pain...
Malice and sadistic pleasure...
It called to darkness and sin...
" What is that thing..." he wondered as the sudden rush of fear and helplessness rose within him. He almost sobbed. What was wrong with him and this place everything!.? He wanted daddy... He couldn't tear his gaze off of it.
" I wanna outta here!" Goten wailed, huggin himself as the unexplainable panic consumed him. He couldn't think straight nor even try to reason with the feelings. Gotens shut his eyes with huge starin of his own will. He just wanted home!
Soon the miserable duo was screaming and crying in fear and all negative emotions, hugging standing each other for reassurance. The black vortex encouraging them to let it all out, feed it! Hugging; it helped a little, but not enough. The blackhole in the sky grew more powerful, feeding off in the sadistic pleasure from the boys' distress even more.
The heat and the unnatural brightness was dehydrating, and crying wasn't helping any, them quickly and their faces and arms were burning red. There was no shadows anywhere. The light just was there, coming from no certain direction, but from everywhere. They were covered in sweat from head to toe.
They should have never made that wish. Trunks bit his lip. They should never have even thought of the whole ' We-wanna-see-Hell!' This certainly wasn't the place his Papa had told them and got always smacked by Mother for telling them such vile fairytales. Damnit! He was the older of them; supposed to take care of things...
The fear's horrifying grip tightened it's iron fist around their hearts and minds, making even the breathing hard. Goten sobbed and whined quietly, too scared to wail loudly and too tired to do so. He wanted his big brother. He wanted Uncle Vegeta... Goten was hungry and tired, death suddenly feeling like very good option...
The time passed on and their sensitive child's skin were almost blistered. The half-Saiya-jins felt suddenly the air cool down just a little and like... someone was there, blocking one fracture of the unholy lights rays. Call it a sixth sense, will you. Had the boys not possessed blood of alien warrior race this might have gone unnoticed by them. Maybe it was finally death... maybe they were hallucinating.
Goten lifted his tear-stricken and burnt face anf froze, his mouth dropping at the sight he wasn't sure to welcome or fear.
" Tr..Trunks...ss..." he croaked, shaking the other boy. Trunks already gaped with same experession of horror, surprise and curiosity natural to childres of that age. In front of them, no more than four feet apart, stood the ugliest and scariest creature a child could possibly dream up.
It was shocking pink, that kind of piercing pink that sends shiver down your spine, ten feet tall and covered in scars and...was that blood? It was something resembling a human with long-furred hands and legs, weird satanic piercings covering it all over. Long shiny beast's claws were attached to them and slivers of something were stuck inot them. Perfect for ripping and plundering.
The creature carried no other clothes but a loincloth.
It fixed it's pupilless yellow eyes at the shivering boys in fron of it. Those eyes held more evil than the whole Earth could probably ever contain. So hypnotizing... Small curved horns stuck out of its head like deformed trees. In short; the epitome of demon and evil.
The creture itself scared the remaining crap out of the boys, but what really made them freeze in soul taking terror were the eyes;the face. Mad, twisted into a axpression that shouldn't be even humanly possible, living for the pure kill only. The only word the duo's paralyzed minds managed to dig from out was 'death'.
It smirked and Goten and Trunks began backing up, panicked and shaking like leaves.
" Ah...Looka that. It's been damn to long since ah've last had any fun...Coulda use a snack." It licked its lips in very disturbing way, reveling rotting sharp teeth. " Brats' flesh has always been mah favorit, y'know...juicy, fresh... so tasty..."
Goten and Trunks could only stare as the demon went on how good they tasted and what he'd do with them. It took one jolly step forwards and Goten leaped backwards, but Trunks was too paralyzed to move.
" Ah'd like to see how he is going ta pull this one..." the pink abomination smirked, pure malice shining from it's face as it brought one hand to strike the frozen half-breeds, attacking. Goten and Trunks screamed bloody murder and it echoed thorough the desert.
Goten could see everything in slow-mode. One big, hairy-clawed hand coming at break-neck speed to his head. It would hit crushing his skull and brain and blood would be everywhere. As the cry of horror erupted from his thick-feeling throat he wondered how exactly he as able to see the strike coming. He was going to die... Distantly he could hear Trunks crying too.
Just as the paw was going to hit with bone-shattering force, it stopped. The whole demon creature of Hell froze and its eyes widened almost comically. Goten stared, his scream cut off by the sudden stop. His lila-haired companion had also fallen silent staring incredulously at the demon that was just about to do some 'nasty' things to them then just quit.
" For yer knowledge, fucker, he is going to pull this one like this." A low voice hissed behind the great demon ogre, chilling to the bone despite the heat. The demon gulped audibly and visibly, looking suddenly very nervous. Second later it traded places with loathing and anger.
" Can't we talk 'bout this, Kage no yarou. Ah'll leave calmly and let ya deal with them." The pink creature snarled and stayed as unmoved as before, trying to pull the good old one. Trunks getting his wit and gut somewhat back, still scared beyond beliefs and eyes wide, wondered why the demon didn't attack. It clearly had the advantage over the situation so...
" You always were a coward, Sakamada." The voice replied with loath and the creature got again nervous. Goten perked up at the voice. It sounded distantly like his big brother Gohan's voice... strange... The demon gave a inhuman animalistic wail and desperately tried to escape. Alone it wouldn't have a change against him...
" NO! WAIT! AH'LL..." it cried.
" Fuck off!"
With blue horizontal flash the ogre stood there, face confronted into a scream. It looked even madder than before. It coughed up one mouthful of blood and saliva, splattering it soundly onto the desert ground. Moment later it fell in two pieces, cut in half from its waist. The troublesome duo watched in wonder as the halves fell into piece of blood and guts, deep black and red puddle forming under it. Trunks scrambled farther from the spreading blood puddle as it hissed vehemently, melting the gravel, obviously very corrosive. His mother had always said not to touch anything marked with hand and red cross on the bottle, it being corrosive poison and not good for you.
" Get away from it!" A voice barked and Trunks and Goten lifted their heads to see a man dressed in black combat trousers, tank top with read sash around his waist, his gauntletted hand still holding the worn-looking katana sword in striking position, not a drop of blood smearing it. His jet-black hair was spiking in every direction, tied back into a ponytail. Around his forehead was a headband with metal plate and some Kanji written on it. From his shoulders hung a dirty traveling cloak and his face as covered with a black scarf.
With his good sight Trunks could see his eyes were black, narrowed into a glare which reminded him of his father. He watched intrigued as this man's eyes went wide with surprise and he almost dropped the katana in shock, but he recovered in such time that Trunks wasn't even sure it had happened at all.
The man sheated the sword calmly inspecting them thoroughly. Trunks almost had time to open his mouth to say something as Goten beat him into it and the momentarily gone panicky feeling came back.
" Who are you?.! You used 'bad words'!" The spiky haired child shouted fearfully. Who knew; maybe this one another demon trying to trap and eat them. Trunks nodded and warily eyes him. The man chuckled then got serious again.
The man snorted walking closer and kneeled in front of them. " I should be the one asking that. You are the ones invading, y'know." The voice as quiet yet strong and the boys felt themselves unable to back away from the demon slayer as the man placed his hands on their shoulders.
" Huh?" Goten said. The fearful rush he'd been experiencing started to fade rapidly. Panic, fear, the suicidal thoughts went away like someone had just opened the windows to the room that had not been opened in hundreds of years.
" Whoa! It's gone!" Trunks exclaimed happily.
" Shush!" The man clamped his hand on his mouth. " Not a word. The other demons will hear ya! It's bad enough with your screaming and all already! Only quiet talk or whispering!" he ordered sternly, glaring. The half-breeds nodded, listening. This man took away the bad feeling so he couldn't be that bad... besides, to Trunks, this seemed awfully like a rescue mission.
" Now, from now on; no speaking loudly, no going farher than seven feet from me and that's already too much. I'm getting you two troublemakers outta here, ok? Your senses will be outta it fro awhile and ya can't feel others from here. And don't damnit even try to rise your chi, or we're fucked oh so deeply! Understood?.!"
Goten and Trunks nodded in unison though they had no idea wat the man was talking about, meaning chi. The shrugged. After all they felt much more secure right now.
He took his hands away, looking at them what they could almost identify as a smile.
" Let's go."
" Wait, Mr.! What's your name and how did you know where we were?" Trunks whispered, pointing at his face, scowling and moved to stand in akimbo. The man's eyes glittered in amusement, like he knew something they didn't.
" That... is none of yer concern, brat. I give a damn about yer names, how ya got here in the first place and shit like that. But for starters; Ya can call me Shadow. Everybody else does. We have a long road or desert ahead us. Ya two appeared into the farthest corner of this fucking hell-hole y'know. It's your luck I was running away from the Tribe to this direction..." he left the end hanging and the duo could pretty much guess what would have happened. It was a scary thought.
They nodded again dumbly.
" Fine...Let's hit the road shall we?" Shadow smirked, his eyes gleaming. This wasn't going to be a trip to Caribbean, it was sure.
A/N: Here! Next chappie will have more of Goku's pow! Review!