Chapter 7 - Goku Round 2
Disclaimer: I don't own nor do I own this song.
"What are you?" Goku questioned.
Bulma responded to Goku's question with a very disturbing statement.
"I am the cry of the abandoned child. I am the whimper of the whipped maiden. I am the face that stares back at you from the shadows. I am despair."
Then came the all too happy voice of Zaeldra.
"Damn, that was a good one!"
"Zaeldra? Why are you still here?" Bulma asked in her head, puzzled.
"What? Did you honestly think I'd miss out on this? Besides, I have something set up I think you'll love!" responded Zaeldra.
"What would that be?" questioned Bulma, still not sure of what she has planned.
"Your own personal battle music!" she responded excitedly
This automatically resulted in a huge grin from Bulma, which creeped out Goku even more because he didn't know she'd had her own private conversation in her head.
"Alright! What do you have in mind?" asked Bulma, now excited
"You'll see. Nappa! Get on those Drums, Radditz, get on the microphone, I'll take the guitar! Alright guys, let's do this!" she screamed.
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
"Now Goku, before I destroy you, do you have any questions?" asked Bulma, actually curious about what he'd ask.
"Just one, Gohan called to me but when I arrived he was dead. How?" Goku asked, confused.
That was the question she was hoping for.
"Simple, I temporarily nullified his powers and it wore off too soon. He used his last breath to call for you, isn't that sweet?" she said, sounding overjoyed by that fact.
Goku, enraged by her words, launched himself at her
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need no religion
Away from you
Goku tried to deliver a devastating blow but it appeared to pass right through her as he did.
"What! I missed?" Goku stammered, dumbfounded.
"I didn't, check your chest," Bulma responded, smiling and chuckling slightly.
I don't do what I've been told
You're so lame why don't you just go
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
He checked his chest and found that the letter 'B' had been cut into it.
"Okay, play time is over...time for pain," Bulma said sounding very serious.
She used her instant transmission to get close to Goku who tried to punch her; his arm was caught, as was his other one when he tried to punch with it.
I don't need your prison
I don't need your pain
I don't need your decision
So what should I do?
Bulma twisted his arms around to where the elbows were pointed toward the ground and slowly started lifting his forearms upward, then began shuddering and grinning at the sweet sound of flesh tearing, tendons snapping, bones breaking and Goku screaming.
"Well, those are completely useless, care to try anything else?" Bulma asked in a sarcastic voice.
I don't need your approval
I don't need your hope
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
Goku, panting and bleeding, tried to kick Bulma in the ribs, but his leg got caught by Bulma in a position similar to a headlock. Her upper arm spikes switched sides to where Goku's leg was between the spikes and with a scissor like motion, they cut his leg off.
I'll be sorry when I'm old
You're so full of shit man just go
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Goku, defeated and bleeding to death, had a few choice words for Bulma.
"I'll see you…in hell," Goku forced out through his pain.
"I know you will," Bulma replied with an evil grin
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
Bulma then sliced her hand open, pried Goku's mouth open, placed her hand over his mouth and began massaging his throat to get him to swallow her blood.
"How nice, even the purest of people can be corrupted and I know someone who is going to have a lot of fun with you," Bulma stated with an evil grin.
With that said, she shoved her hand into his chest and wrapped it around his heart. With one last grin, she ripped it out.
I'll be sorry so you said
I'm not sorry BANG you're dead
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
Die mother fucker, die mother fucker, die
"Alright Zaeldra, your new toy is on the way just do my one big favor," Bulma said in a very serious voice.
"Name it!" Zaeldra responded in a semi-serious voice.
"Don't tell me what you're going to do to him. I have a feeling I'm going to have enough trouble sleeping just wondering what you're going to do," Bulma stated in a creeped out voice.
"You got it! C'mere bitch," Zaeldra demanded.
Last thing she heard was a dragging sound and Goku's fading screams. Then she sensed something she shouldn't sense…another massive power. Then the power became all too familiar.
"So, that's who you are," Bulma murmured, with sudden realization.
AN: Who is this person? If you can guess you'll get a cookie and a handshake. =)
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