THREE DIMENSIONS
Chapter 10
A/N: This chapter may disturb some people since it contains a rape scene...or the after math, but still pretty dark. I won't reveal anything here though. You have to read. And since I didn't put this in the earlier chapters, DISCLAIMER: I have accepted I will never own DBZ/GT and am crying at the moment, BUT I'm trying! But as of yet, it belongs to the genius Akira Toriyama and his goonies, Toei and FUNi.
Darkness.
Once again, darkness.
"How long did you lie there?"
A voice, female, so...powerful. But there was no body to correspond with the voice. Not that she cared anymore.
The lone woman looked at the scene with haunted eyes. That moment in time marked the rest of her life. Her pitiful, worthless, meaningless, life.
There was a house. A cosy home. A family once resided there. They were happy. They were outcasts, but they were happy. It seemed at one time there would be no end to their happiness. They were wrong.
And on this day, it was the wrongest it could get.
Men.
Blood.
Slaughter.
Rape.
Death.
No nine year old should see such things let alone be part of them. And no being alive should've been able to carry them out. Again, they were wrong. That being had a name. His cause unjust, uncaring. He destroyed everything for one thing. His ego. But they had paid the price in blood and worst. That being's name was Vegeta.
She hated that name.
Hate.
That term was too light. It was beyond hate. Beyond what hate could fathom.
In the light the scene played again. For strangely, the third time since she was back on this loathsome planet. She only stayed for one thing. To kill Vegeta. She wasted her life to do it. She murdered, and bloodied her hands to do this. After that, she would be satisfied, though no pleasure could come from it, but she would be satisfied. And then she could die. Or live. It didn't matter.
Again she saw it. And again, the voice came.
"How long did you lie there?"
She didn't know. She broke on that day. As broken as her body was. Was it hours? Days? Weeks? That was the day she lost her feeling. Except perhaps anger. The rest flowed free of her. Like the blood that flowed free from between her legs. She didn't like to remember this. The pain. The unfeeling. Once she was happy.
Crying.
"She didn't stop did she? She has never stopped. You didn't care did you?"
The voice again.
But it was right. The crying. It wasn't hers. It was...her mothers. The only one besides her that had survived. The one that helped her to grow. And one day get her revenge. But the crying had never stopped. Never.
"You didn't care when she was murdered." It stated.
She didn't. She had cried. The tears meant nothing. By then, she had been trained to kill. Her mother's death was the last piece in the game Vegeta could play. Another crime against her family. Another pain she will inflict tenfold on him.
Funny how originally, he let them live, after the whole of his army had had their way, so they could suffer. So they could remember. Only a mind such as his could think up such torture. But they had lived. She had lived.
It was enough.
The voice smiled. It was in the very air. It asked the one question that could grant her wish. To grant Vegeta's death.
"Will you join me?"
Serpia smiled. The same sickening smile that had played on Busu's and Ama's lips now reflected on her own. "Yes."
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Fire.
It spread with the endless destruction.
"Weak."
The voice taunted at her.
She had to agree. She was weak. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't stop them from killing. She couldn't stop them from killing her parents.
The fire blew back to reveal her ultimate nightmares.
In her heart she knew she still couldn't defeat them. And she knew, she feared them.
"You can kill them you know."
She watched them. She had never seen this. She never wanted to. Vaguely, she could feel the blood seep from her clenched fists. They did this.
The screaming was horrible. A scream she had never heard. A scream she could've heard. She had to kill them.
Black and blonde monsters advanced. Flying as one.
"No..." her voice was soft, holding all the pain she held.
Her father screamed. The father she never knew. She could see. She could see his body rip. The screaming didn't stop. Her heart did. It stopped feeling.
Again, that voice repeated. "You can kill them you know."
The jinzouningen, 17 and 18 laughed. Laughter that had to be silenced. At her hands.
The scene changed.
"No..." The whisper sounded again. This she didn't want to see. Ever again. No...
The monsters had not cared. They didn't know. It was just routine to them. But that day had killed off what happiness she had through her nomadic life.
Her mother.
She could remember the lifeless eyes. Those horrible lifeless eyes. Her body torn, the death had been quick. It didn't make things better. It didn't make the hate less. It didn't make her life any more worthy. And it didn't make the fact anymore clearer. She wouldve never stood a chance against them. She was not a Super Saiya-jin. If she was, she still would be killed. Her family would never be avenged. And she would die knowing that.
Her life had no meaning. Noone loved her anymore. Why not die?
The voice circled her. "Join me, and you will get your chance."
Mirai Pan saw the one chance she would get to destroy her nightmare, and accepted.
"Yes, my God."
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"Where am I!?"
She spun around, knowing what was there, yet her mind, stubborn to the core, would not believe it.
Never ending darkness.
She started to run.
Someone watched her. Someone she didn't like. It was disturbing.
"There has to be a way out."
Her breath ran in smoky gasps in the air. But it wasn't cold. But at the same time, it was. The cold wasn't around her, but pressing inside her. Another unwanted feeling.
"You will be hard to break."
That voice...
"WHO ARE YOU!?! ANSWER ME!!"
Silence.
Her voice echoed in the endless darkness.
She hated this. She hated being alone. She hated not knowing who the enemy was. It left her helpless. And that, she hated most of all.
A cloth drifted down from above.
"My...my bandana." She frowned, looking at it.
"The other two had hard lives. You are different. They would give anything to have the fairy tale life you've led. Is that not right?"
The voice held...disgust.
She tried to summon her ki. But felt nothing. It wasn't right. To have no ki meant she was dead. And that couldn't be true.
"Who are you!?" Her voice was shaky. She didn't like this.
"But no. It isn't true is it?"
It was female. That voice was female. And...powerful. Not in terms of ki. But...infinitely powerful.
"What have you accomplished in your life?"
Amusement.
She will not stand by and let this...this...thing, taunt her.
"ALOT!!! I am the grandaughter of Son Goku! The greatest man..."
"Insignificant. By saying that, you dimish your self worth. It makes you less than nothing."
She growled. "I am not nothing! I found most of the black star dragonballs...!!!"
"Yet they were stolen away by another."
"I...I...I fought against Bebi!!!" To her horror, tears started down her cheeks.
"Fought. You merely watched as another defeated him. You are not powerful. You are insignificant. Unworthy of anything. You have proved nothing."
"No...NO!!!" She screamed.
"No? How many times did you have to be saved by another because you are weak? You depend on others. You need them. You are a parasite."
She sank to her knees, clenching her fists. "No..."
"Weak."
"No! I am not weak! My family helps me because they love me! I AM NOT WEAK!!"
"Oh? Do they? In your pathectic, weakminded life, what have they done for you?"
"They...they taught me, they love me, they, they gave me life..." Her words sounded hollow to her ears. It wasn't true. It CAN'T be true.
"Love you. Do they?"
"YES!"
"How many times have they left you? Abandoned you?"
She shook her head, clamping her hands over her ears. But the voice rang in her very mind.
"Your grandfather, the supposed great man. He left you. Abandoned you for another. For most of your life he didn't care. Didn't care if you lived or died. Do you really think he did this because he loved you?"
Again, amusement.
"No...It can't be true..."
"When he came back, he didn't recognise you. His own grandaughter. The one he supposedly loves. Within a day he was needed to leave again. Without you. You were not needed. Unwanted. But out of self delusion you followed."
"NO! They didn't let me go because they cared for me!!!"
"Is that true?"
"YES! Kaasan and Tousan wanted to protect me!"
"Is that why they ignored you? Is that why Goku and the boy Trunks were angry that you followed? They didn't want you to go because they hate your presence. They dispise being near you."
Sobbing, she shook her head. "No...no..."
"But for a year you travelled with ones who did not want you. You deluded yourself to think they needed you. Your parents could've brought you back. But they didn't. They didn't want to. Their only daughter in space, and they didn't even try to bring her back."
"Because they couldn't!"
"Because they didn't want to. Your father, the great Son Gohan, do you truly think he couldn't find a way if he truly wanted to? They did not care. They were happy without you. Everyone was."
"It isn't true."
"What help did you bring to help find the black star? You were beaten. Again and again. Worthless, weak and useless."
She didn't want to listen, she didn't...
She didn't want to believe.
"They would rather be turned to metal then be with you. You were left alone. To die. They didn't care. Every time, they tried to be rid of you. But you with your own delusions didn't want to believe they didn't want such a loser like yourself."
She brought her knees to her chin, shaking. "It can't be true."
"When you returned to your precious planet, the whole world was evil because of your failure. And was happy that way. They enjoyed being able to hate you openly. Did you truly think that was because of Bebi? They hated you. And they enjoyed to be that way."
Painful memories from those days where her parents hated her flashed in her mind. The spiteful words, the pain from their abuse...
"That was their true feelings. Bebi only brought them out."
"But Grandpa saved me!" Something was muddling her thoughts...it was getting hard to remember...
"Was he? He was only trying to save the ones he cared about. You just happened to get in his way again. Always in his way. Always too weak."
Annoyed faces of her family and friends flashed in her mind. There were too many occasions of those spiteful faces. Too many. She remembered these all too well.
"And then he left. He left. To save that planet? Doubtful. He left to get away. He didn't want to be in the same place where one such as yourself dwelled. Get it through that weak mind of yours. They do not want you. They never wanted you. To this day they play to like you. But in their hearts there is only pity and disgust at you. You are not worthy of love."
The last words broke the last beats of feeling in her heart. She stopped crying. She stopped trying to defend those she wthought she loved. Those that hated her back.
"They hate me. They've always hated me." Her mind screamed at the injustice. All her life she had loved these monsters that took her for granted, and only gave hate and spite in return.
"But I love you."
"You...you do?" The voice of a frightened child, disbelieveing and full of hope.
"Yes. And if you join me, you will get your revenge on those that hate you. Dispise and pity you."
"I would like that." Her voice was small, frightened, and hateful.
"Do you love me?" But this person loved her. It was enough.
The girl formerly known as Son Pan smiled adoringly. "Yes my God."
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Three figures drifted above the ground. Their silver gilt hair wavering slightly in the breeze. Their faces hidden.
But they knew.
There was no mistake who these women were.
A man stood behind them. A man that they could call relative. But was not. The shell that was that man's body was occupied. It's original owner long gone to places unknown. Something terrible stood in it's place. Something that called itself a God.
The face of Bardock twisted into a smile. There was no possible way any being in this universe or any other could make that smile of it's own will.
The three women drifted in front of it, looking like lifeless dolls if it wasn't for the slight swaying of their bodies.
The group that stood in horrified stupor in front of these unnatural beings, stared at them. Stared in disbelief, stared in curiousity, stared with apprehension. One moment, these three silver haired women stood by their side. Now they were...they were...
Goku clenched his fists, red fur rippling in motion with his lashing tail.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM!?!" He roared.
The one that called itself Mesuinu crossed Bardock's arms.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I would never do anything to hurt those I love." That voice...it was impossible for those vocal chords to produce a voice so unlike anything they have heard. It was too powerful, too twisted, and distinctly female.
"You sick bitch." Overlord Vegeta snarled.
Mesuinu only smiled, turning Bardock's head to look at him. King Vegeta fought the urge to recoil at such a stare. The eyes on Bardock did not belong to that body. A first glance they were black to the core, but when looked at straight on, revealed a horrible sight. Pain, pain and suffering sang in those black depths, swirling in the blue flames that lighted in those orbs.
A smile rose at his reaction. "Dear Vegeta, why would I hurt those I love?"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM!?!" This time, it was Mirai Trunks that screamed. He scowled deeply in worry for one distinct person, floating in front of them on the ground.
"I did not know you were blind as well." Mesuinu floated and gently ran a hand through the hair of the woman that wore the painfully familiar orange bandana.
Black surges of anger spread through the Z warriors' bodies.
"What have I done to them? What have I done to them...Well, why don't you ask them yourself?"
At those words, all three heads shot up, eyes of tainted purple staring at them in hatred. Slow, sickening smiles like those of Busu and Ama spread across their faces, glinting in pure amthyst eyes.
Two of them dropped the smile into dark, pleasurable scowls. The other, the one wearing Saiya-jin armor. The woman whose short, black hair was no longer spiked in the air, but fell in long silver strands past her shoulders. The one whose hands held familiar daggers. She smiled. Smiled in the way that could only be insane.
"Pan-chan!!!" Bura screamed, trying to push back the tendrils of dread and fear, trying to reach this person she called a friend. Goten silently took her hand in comfort. The gesture was...nice.
The one dressed in a black tank top and pants looked at them with blank, hateful eyes. She whispered something at them. Her voice was filled with hate as her eyes settled on Mirai Trunks.
"Pan-chan..." He pleaded at her.
She drew her hands into claws. "Jinzouningen."
All of their eyes widened at that word. Even King Vegeta.
"Jinzouningen." She repeated in a low snarl.
Mirai Trunks stared at her in horror. "Nani?! The Artificial Humans are dead!"
"Jinzouningen!" She screamed, bottomless eyes of purple flashing in rage. She screamed, powering up, flames of black consuming her body as she stared at them.
Mirai Trunks realised too late what was happening. All at once his mate charged at him, slamming into his jaw with a horrendously powerful punch that the Pan he knew was uncapable of. The scream of her pained and hate filled voice filled his mind.
"JINZOUNINGEN!!!"
Clumsily he rose his arms to block the hits that were being forced on his body with wild ferocity. He didn't want to do this! This was his Pan-chan! There was no way he could hurt her like this!
"Trunks! Hit back! You can't win like this!!!" Goten screamed seeing the other demi saiya-jin's relunctance in fear. He tore his hand from Bura's in sheer panick.
"Trunks!" He screamed again.
"NO! I WILL NOT HURT HER!!!" Mirai Trunks took another blow to the stomach, making him double in pain.
"Trunks! Listen! That is not your Pan! She's been possessed! She doesn't see you! She sees the jinzouningen! Trunks!" Goku yelled, clenching his fists as Mirai Pan smashed her elbow into Mirai Trunks's face.
Still the boy from the future would not fight back.
"STOP IT!!! STOP THIS!!! YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME!!!" Vegeta roared. He snarled and flew to help his son from the Future.
Mesuinu tilted Bardock's head. "Oh...but they are not finished...Serpia-chan...do you love me?"
The woman once known as Serpia smiled again, looking at Bardock in total obedience. She looked slowly at the group, eerily scary with those violet eyes.
Mesuinu nodded, grinning sickingly.
That was all the warning they got.
Suddenly, she was just not there. And in another moment, King Vegeta found his hair cut off in a crew cut.
It would've been funny if the assassin didn't attack again.
Twin daggers sliced in a perfect arc at the Overlord's neck. Too fast to be stopped.
A loud clang echoed.
And suddenly the blades of those daggers were flying through the air.
"Do not think you can take on my father without going through me wench."
Prince Vegeta stood infront of his liege, his arms crossed.
It was after a few seconds before the Overlord realised what happened.
"MY HAIR!!!"
Serpia only smiled, dropping the useless handles of her daggers.
"Get out of my way boy." The sheer fury in the King's voice would've made any person run a million miles from where they were. His ki blasted red, the same colour as his eyes.
Prince Vegeta did not turn around. "No. I will fight her. She is not your problem Oou-sama." The woman in front of him only smiled.
"YOU DARE DISOBEY ME!?!" A hard back hand sent the Prince several metres away in the dirt. With a roar of fury, the King attacked, slamming a fist at Serpia.
"No!" Goku flew forward, only to be blocked by the form of his grand daughter. "Pan..."
"Hello ojii-san." She said in a sneer.
Taking shaky breaths, he looked at his grand daughter calmly. "Pan. Get out of my way."
Pan smiled, one of pure malevolence. "No."
"Pan..."
"No. Never again. You will not lie to me again."
Looks of confusion passed around the group.
Trunks blinked. "Pan-chan..."
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!!!"
The utter fury in that scream made him step back. Her eyes flashed dangerously.
"Don't you dare address me again Trunks. Or I will kill you." Flickers of green entered the startling violet of her possesed eyes.
Bura and Goten gasped at the sheer hatred in her voice. This wasn't their Pan. It couldn't be.
"Oh, you think this isn't me right? Not your sweet, naive, little servant friend right?" She sneered, smiling at the wideness of their eyes. "Oh no, I didn't just read your minds did I? Oops."
She raised a hand to her mouth in mock apology, before lowering it to reveal another malevolent sneer. "I won't be naive any longer. It is time for you to die, friends."
And with that, she charged at them, a fist smashing into Bura with a sickening sound of bone on flesh. The young woman's scream was cut short as her body was thrown to the ground by locked fists on her head.
They could only watch in horror.
"They're perfect are they not?"
The voice was like a thunder clap in blue skies.
Mesuinu gestured around with Bardock's hands. "Don't you agree?"
"Stop it. Stop it right now." The tone in his voice had never been used before. It was too ferocious, too angry, just too Un-Goku. Eyes blazing the yellow of Super Saiya-jin 4 narrowed to slits.
"Hm...perfect replacementts for Busu and Ama. Perfect." Mesuinu suddenly looked at Goku. "Oh, I am sorry, did you say something?"
With a roar, the Saiya-jin launched into the air, a fist thrown into Mesuinu's face.
Only to repelled by a strange kind of force field that rippled in the air in crazy spectrums.
"What...?"
Mesuinu looked at the Saiya-jin above her. "There are things you do not understand Son Goku. And one of them is me. If you want a fight against me, you would lose a thousand times over or more. I could wipe your existence from the very planes of existence with a flick of an eyelash and you would not know it. You cannot win."
Eyes that burned with black fire bore into his.
Ripples continued from where his fist met air.
Suddenly, cold pain scorched through his entire being, unlike anything he had felt before, too overwhelming to allow screaming, like a thousand needles were punctured into his body, a million times in a second, over and over and over...
And suddenly the harsh dirt of the ground smashed against his bloody back.
"Tousan!" Goten screamed, watching what happened with a dry throat.
Then, as if the sands of time reversed, Goku's bloody body spun through the air, like a sick video replay, ending where it was a moment ago.
Goten's eyes widened to saucers.
Mesuinu laughed in amusement. "Do you understand now Son Goku?"
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"Pan-chan! Listen to me!" His sentence was cut off with a vicious backhand, snapping his jaw to the left.
"Will you cut the crap and fight boy?! She is beyond your reasoning!" Vegeta kicked the girl off him, followed by a fast ki blast in the stomach. She just kept coming.
"Jinzouningen." She snarled again.
"I will not hurt her." Mirai Trunks repeated stubbornly. "I will never hurt her again." He repeated almost to himself. A blow to the stomach made him double in pain.
The eyes of his mate looked insanely into his. The word passed her lips again.
He could only grunt as a kick was driven into his abdomen.
A growl of annoyance sounded above him as his father fought Mirai Pan off again.
"FIGHT BOY!!!" With that, Vegeta drew his hands back, his ki gathering in his palms. "Galick....."
"FATHER NO!!!" It was all Mirai Trunks could do to hurl himself up, throwing himself at Mirai Pan.
"...GUN!!!" Vegeta threw the blast at her, only to realise where his son was heading. He could only watch in horror as that stupid boy protected the enemy.
"Baka!" He flew forward, dully aware of what was going on behind him with Kakarot and the fighting above with his otherself and Serpia.
Mirai Pan blinked, looking down at the figure caked in blood at her feet.
"Jinzouningen?" This time, it was more of a question than a death threat.
Mirai Trunks looked at her pleadingly, coughing blood, before blacking out into darkness, her name on his lips.
Mirai Pan blinked again, hesitating the hand that was poised above his neck.
It was enough. Vegeta suddenly fazed behind her, hitting a neural spot on the back of her neck in a back hand chop. The girl fell, unconcious before she hit the ground.
"Heh. Should've done that in the first place."
A thunderous clap of thunder sounded above, echoing in the wake of a chilling female scream.
"What the hell!?"
Overlord Vegeta snarled, roundhousing the insolent bitch into the air, laughing as lightning struck her airborn form.
Her scream resounded in the heavens like music to his ears. She will pay for cutting his hair.
Like one of those crazy Chikyuu-sei Amazons, she hollered through the air, another of those inferno daggers in her hands. Glowing with the power of super Saiya-jin.
Overlord Vegeta snarled. That may be a problem. A female Saiya-jin's power triples in the full moon, while the male doubles. And who knows what power up the girl got from getting possessed into a hell bitch.
Serpia drew her lips back in a soundless sneer, shooting at him faster than sound, leaving only the merest of after-images behind.
A flash of blood was all he felt as the chilling blade of her daggers pierced skin.
Damn, the girl was fast. Too fast. There was no possible was anyone could get that good without a lifetime of training.
With a bloodcurdling cry, she suddenly spun in mid air, her body moving like a tornado, with what looked like a thousand needles spewing from it.
"Kuso!" Overlord Vegeta quickly put up a ki shield, melting the needles with the intensity of his power before they reached him. And this left him completely open for the dagger that sank into his side. A startled growl was all he could manage, gripping the deep wound in his side.
An insane smile flitted across her features as Serpia brought the dagger with his blood to her lips, and of all things disgusting, licked it clean.
"DIE!!!" Blinded by fury, he attacked, a fury of punches that slammed into that stick of a figure with the power of SSJ3 behind them, and the hatred of the King of all Saiya-jins.
The satisfying crunch of bone under his fists filled his bloodlusted senses, barely feeling the loss of blood from the wound.
Serpia screamed, pain lacing up her arms, making her drop one of her daggers. Black rage filled her aqua-blue eyes. He will die. Die. Die! DIE!!!
Energy filled her hands, black with her hate, forging into a black sword, blood dripping from its hilt from her sorrow.
With shriek, she slashed down, momentarily distracting the Overlord with the long blade of her sword. The opening was enough. Gold energy gathered in her hands in a firey globe of death. Without hesitation she threw it in his face.
Another blast was simultaneously exploded in her chest, sending them both flying directly into the dirt below.
Pan didn't flinch as they crashed behind her, still smiling that smile.
"Pan, snap out of this. It isn't you." Trunks said carefully, walking carefully toward her, glancing worriedly at his fallen sister. He could see Goten and Goku with 'Bardock' in the corner of his eyes.
"How would you know?"
He blinked at the sheer hatred in her voice, directed at HIM.
"Did you know Trunks, that I used to like you? Maybe even love you. But you just spat my feelings back in my face. I will not tolerate it any longer. You will die, like everyone else for what they did to me."
"What did he do you to?"
Pan didn't turn around.
"Tou-san..." Trunks looked at his father helplessly.
Vegeta crossed his furry, red arms. "Tell me girl, what did he do to you?"
"You didn't love me back. Not once." Pan said coldly.
"Pan..."
"SHUT UP AND DIE!!!"
The next thing he knew, a the heel of her palm shot into his chin, followed by a agonising pain in his head as a swift kick followed in its wake.
He was suddenly slammed into the ground, what seemed like a thousand hits pounding on his chest all at once, exploding in shockwaves of pain. How did she get so strong?!
Weakly he brought his arms up to block, only getting them slammed into his face.
And suddenly the pressure was off. Cut off with a growl that was definitely a mutter of 'weakling'.
The red flame that was his father flew overhead, engaging in heated battle.
But something was wrong.
This was his fight, not his father's. And he was NOT a weakling.
Struggling to get up, and spitting a wad of blood into the dirt, he flew up, to fight the girl he called friend.
The girl picked herself off the ground, eyes searing with terrible hatred in her amethyst orbs. Her gloves were red with blood from the hilt of her sword, her armor darkening by various wounds. She did not care. A piercing shriek shot through the air as she charged the air slamming into him, sword first.
Overlord Vegeta grunted as he barely brought his arm up to block the flat of the sword. He wasn't fast enough to block the dagger that slammed up to its hilt in his thigh. A angry scream reverbrated through the air as fury blinded his attacks.
Serpia was thrown back by a massive double punch into her gut, her skill making her body roll and get up before another was thrown. If she died, she was taking him with her. Gripping her sword, Serpia shot into the air, the Overlord hot on her trail.
And abruptantly she veered.
Overlord Vegeta snarled, sensing her behind him, sending a blast into her face , one hand holding his side to keep the gaping wound closed. He would NOT lose.
Screaming, he drew up his ki full force, the sky crackling blood red in lightning, illuminated by the blood moon of Vegetasei.
The foolish girl fazed into view, driving a fist into his wound.
The stab of pain was ignored as he suddenly grabbed her neck and twisted.
To his satisfaction, she choked, exhaling in a cough of blood as he drove his knee into her stomach and fazed above her, slamming both feet into her head.
A huge dust cloud resulted in her landing.
But already, his hands were gathering energy, the heels of his palm slammed together with massive force.
"F-I-N-A-L..."
The lone girl looked up to see her fate written in her enemy's hands.
"VEGETA NO!!!"
Goku looked up to see the Final Flash in the making, then spun on the smiling figure of the possessed Saiya-jin in front of him.
"Why are you doing this?!" He nearly hollered.
Mesuinu looked at him with those fathomless eyes. "A test."
"Why you..." Goten narrowed his normally happy eyes.
"F-L-A-S-H!!!!!!"
A great charge of light exploded into the air.
Goku could only watch as it head toward Serpia, unable to move no matter how hard he tried against the power of this..this..THING.
Serpia watched as it head toward her, almost in slow motion. She smiled. So it ends...
NO!!!
NOT UNTIL HE DIES!!!
Th command made her move against aching muscles and bleeding injuries. But not nearly fast enough.
Her enraged scream echoed in the air.
Trunks stopped, eyes wide as the ground exploded in a blinding white dome below him, everything going white in its terrible aftermath.
Pan took that chance to attack.
Vegeta never saw it coming.
"RENZOKU ENERGY DAN!!!" Machine gun-like blasts shot out of her palms at the unsuspecting Saiya-jin, slamming into him full force. The blasts sent him into the very heart of the white dome below, exploding with horrendous force and turning everything to blood red.
And only laughing could be heard amoungst the screams.
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"Chichi, can you give me the quasi-laser transmitter?"
"The little screwdriver looking thing or the pencil looking thing?"
"Pencil."
Chichi kneeled down under the worktable, nearly falling as the ground rocked violently, scattering equipment everywhere.
Silence reigned in the lab.
"Chichi? The transmitter?" The voice under the machine recomposed strongly.
Shakily, the black haired woman handed her friend the 'pencil' looking thing.
"Guys, please be okay..."
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The ground tilted in, the remains of the palace now completely obliterated and sunken in the enormous crater of King Vegeta's Final Flash.
Figures dung themselves from the dirt. Some lay still to the side, bleeding slightly but otherwise unharmed.
One form rose from the very middle to the destroyer's disbelief.
Serpia opened her eyes feeling the wetness around her face as blood, her own, and all along her body. Her lips spread in a silent snarl.
Overlord Vegeta stared down in disbelief. The little wench had survived. HOW!? And in front of his very eyes, she disappeared.
It took a few seconds to realise the new pain from the old. And several more to recognise the blade jutting from his stomach.
"Ma....ma...sa...ka..." Overlord Vegeta choked, and fell, the sword with him.
Behind him, Serpia smiled.
A/N: Exciting enough? More coming! I'm sorry this took so long, I'm a lazy butt and can't do anything. *nods from readers* More coming...very very very soon. In the mean time, try some pancakes with maple syrup, very nice with REVIEWS!!!
Chapter 10
A/N: This chapter may disturb some people since it contains a rape scene...or the after math, but still pretty dark. I won't reveal anything here though. You have to read. And since I didn't put this in the earlier chapters, DISCLAIMER: I have accepted I will never own DBZ/GT and am crying at the moment, BUT I'm trying! But as of yet, it belongs to the genius Akira Toriyama and his goonies, Toei and FUNi.
Darkness.
Once again, darkness.
"How long did you lie there?"
A voice, female, so...powerful. But there was no body to correspond with the voice. Not that she cared anymore.
The lone woman looked at the scene with haunted eyes. That moment in time marked the rest of her life. Her pitiful, worthless, meaningless, life.
There was a house. A cosy home. A family once resided there. They were happy. They were outcasts, but they were happy. It seemed at one time there would be no end to their happiness. They were wrong.
And on this day, it was the wrongest it could get.
Men.
Blood.
Slaughter.
Rape.
Death.
No nine year old should see such things let alone be part of them. And no being alive should've been able to carry them out. Again, they were wrong. That being had a name. His cause unjust, uncaring. He destroyed everything for one thing. His ego. But they had paid the price in blood and worst. That being's name was Vegeta.
She hated that name.
Hate.
That term was too light. It was beyond hate. Beyond what hate could fathom.
In the light the scene played again. For strangely, the third time since she was back on this loathsome planet. She only stayed for one thing. To kill Vegeta. She wasted her life to do it. She murdered, and bloodied her hands to do this. After that, she would be satisfied, though no pleasure could come from it, but she would be satisfied. And then she could die. Or live. It didn't matter.
Again she saw it. And again, the voice came.
"How long did you lie there?"
She didn't know. She broke on that day. As broken as her body was. Was it hours? Days? Weeks? That was the day she lost her feeling. Except perhaps anger. The rest flowed free of her. Like the blood that flowed free from between her legs. She didn't like to remember this. The pain. The unfeeling. Once she was happy.
Crying.
"She didn't stop did she? She has never stopped. You didn't care did you?"
The voice again.
But it was right. The crying. It wasn't hers. It was...her mothers. The only one besides her that had survived. The one that helped her to grow. And one day get her revenge. But the crying had never stopped. Never.
"You didn't care when she was murdered." It stated.
She didn't. She had cried. The tears meant nothing. By then, she had been trained to kill. Her mother's death was the last piece in the game Vegeta could play. Another crime against her family. Another pain she will inflict tenfold on him.
Funny how originally, he let them live, after the whole of his army had had their way, so they could suffer. So they could remember. Only a mind such as his could think up such torture. But they had lived. She had lived.
It was enough.
The voice smiled. It was in the very air. It asked the one question that could grant her wish. To grant Vegeta's death.
"Will you join me?"
Serpia smiled. The same sickening smile that had played on Busu's and Ama's lips now reflected on her own. "Yes."
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Fire.
It spread with the endless destruction.
"Weak."
The voice taunted at her.
She had to agree. She was weak. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't stop them from killing. She couldn't stop them from killing her parents.
The fire blew back to reveal her ultimate nightmares.
In her heart she knew she still couldn't defeat them. And she knew, she feared them.
"You can kill them you know."
She watched them. She had never seen this. She never wanted to. Vaguely, she could feel the blood seep from her clenched fists. They did this.
The screaming was horrible. A scream she had never heard. A scream she could've heard. She had to kill them.
Black and blonde monsters advanced. Flying as one.
"No..." her voice was soft, holding all the pain she held.
Her father screamed. The father she never knew. She could see. She could see his body rip. The screaming didn't stop. Her heart did. It stopped feeling.
Again, that voice repeated. "You can kill them you know."
The jinzouningen, 17 and 18 laughed. Laughter that had to be silenced. At her hands.
The scene changed.
"No..." The whisper sounded again. This she didn't want to see. Ever again. No...
The monsters had not cared. They didn't know. It was just routine to them. But that day had killed off what happiness she had through her nomadic life.
Her mother.
She could remember the lifeless eyes. Those horrible lifeless eyes. Her body torn, the death had been quick. It didn't make things better. It didn't make the hate less. It didn't make her life any more worthy. And it didn't make the fact anymore clearer. She wouldve never stood a chance against them. She was not a Super Saiya-jin. If she was, she still would be killed. Her family would never be avenged. And she would die knowing that.
Her life had no meaning. Noone loved her anymore. Why not die?
The voice circled her. "Join me, and you will get your chance."
Mirai Pan saw the one chance she would get to destroy her nightmare, and accepted.
"Yes, my God."
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"Where am I!?"
She spun around, knowing what was there, yet her mind, stubborn to the core, would not believe it.
Never ending darkness.
She started to run.
Someone watched her. Someone she didn't like. It was disturbing.
"There has to be a way out."
Her breath ran in smoky gasps in the air. But it wasn't cold. But at the same time, it was. The cold wasn't around her, but pressing inside her. Another unwanted feeling.
"You will be hard to break."
That voice...
"WHO ARE YOU!?! ANSWER ME!!"
Silence.
Her voice echoed in the endless darkness.
She hated this. She hated being alone. She hated not knowing who the enemy was. It left her helpless. And that, she hated most of all.
A cloth drifted down from above.
"My...my bandana." She frowned, looking at it.
"The other two had hard lives. You are different. They would give anything to have the fairy tale life you've led. Is that not right?"
The voice held...disgust.
She tried to summon her ki. But felt nothing. It wasn't right. To have no ki meant she was dead. And that couldn't be true.
"Who are you!?" Her voice was shaky. She didn't like this.
"But no. It isn't true is it?"
It was female. That voice was female. And...powerful. Not in terms of ki. But...infinitely powerful.
"What have you accomplished in your life?"
Amusement.
She will not stand by and let this...this...thing, taunt her.
"ALOT!!! I am the grandaughter of Son Goku! The greatest man..."
"Insignificant. By saying that, you dimish your self worth. It makes you less than nothing."
She growled. "I am not nothing! I found most of the black star dragonballs...!!!"
"Yet they were stolen away by another."
"I...I...I fought against Bebi!!!" To her horror, tears started down her cheeks.
"Fought. You merely watched as another defeated him. You are not powerful. You are insignificant. Unworthy of anything. You have proved nothing."
"No...NO!!!" She screamed.
"No? How many times did you have to be saved by another because you are weak? You depend on others. You need them. You are a parasite."
She sank to her knees, clenching her fists. "No..."
"Weak."
"No! I am not weak! My family helps me because they love me! I AM NOT WEAK!!"
"Oh? Do they? In your pathectic, weakminded life, what have they done for you?"
"They...they taught me, they love me, they, they gave me life..." Her words sounded hollow to her ears. It wasn't true. It CAN'T be true.
"Love you. Do they?"
"YES!"
"How many times have they left you? Abandoned you?"
She shook her head, clamping her hands over her ears. But the voice rang in her very mind.
"Your grandfather, the supposed great man. He left you. Abandoned you for another. For most of your life he didn't care. Didn't care if you lived or died. Do you really think he did this because he loved you?"
Again, amusement.
"No...It can't be true..."
"When he came back, he didn't recognise you. His own grandaughter. The one he supposedly loves. Within a day he was needed to leave again. Without you. You were not needed. Unwanted. But out of self delusion you followed."
"NO! They didn't let me go because they cared for me!!!"
"Is that true?"
"YES! Kaasan and Tousan wanted to protect me!"
"Is that why they ignored you? Is that why Goku and the boy Trunks were angry that you followed? They didn't want you to go because they hate your presence. They dispise being near you."
Sobbing, she shook her head. "No...no..."
"But for a year you travelled with ones who did not want you. You deluded yourself to think they needed you. Your parents could've brought you back. But they didn't. They didn't want to. Their only daughter in space, and they didn't even try to bring her back."
"Because they couldn't!"
"Because they didn't want to. Your father, the great Son Gohan, do you truly think he couldn't find a way if he truly wanted to? They did not care. They were happy without you. Everyone was."
"It isn't true."
"What help did you bring to help find the black star? You were beaten. Again and again. Worthless, weak and useless."
She didn't want to listen, she didn't...
She didn't want to believe.
"They would rather be turned to metal then be with you. You were left alone. To die. They didn't care. Every time, they tried to be rid of you. But you with your own delusions didn't want to believe they didn't want such a loser like yourself."
She brought her knees to her chin, shaking. "It can't be true."
"When you returned to your precious planet, the whole world was evil because of your failure. And was happy that way. They enjoyed being able to hate you openly. Did you truly think that was because of Bebi? They hated you. And they enjoyed to be that way."
Painful memories from those days where her parents hated her flashed in her mind. The spiteful words, the pain from their abuse...
"That was their true feelings. Bebi only brought them out."
"But Grandpa saved me!" Something was muddling her thoughts...it was getting hard to remember...
"Was he? He was only trying to save the ones he cared about. You just happened to get in his way again. Always in his way. Always too weak."
Annoyed faces of her family and friends flashed in her mind. There were too many occasions of those spiteful faces. Too many. She remembered these all too well.
"And then he left. He left. To save that planet? Doubtful. He left to get away. He didn't want to be in the same place where one such as yourself dwelled. Get it through that weak mind of yours. They do not want you. They never wanted you. To this day they play to like you. But in their hearts there is only pity and disgust at you. You are not worthy of love."
The last words broke the last beats of feeling in her heart. She stopped crying. She stopped trying to defend those she wthought she loved. Those that hated her back.
"They hate me. They've always hated me." Her mind screamed at the injustice. All her life she had loved these monsters that took her for granted, and only gave hate and spite in return.
"But I love you."
"You...you do?" The voice of a frightened child, disbelieveing and full of hope.
"Yes. And if you join me, you will get your revenge on those that hate you. Dispise and pity you."
"I would like that." Her voice was small, frightened, and hateful.
"Do you love me?" But this person loved her. It was enough.
The girl formerly known as Son Pan smiled adoringly. "Yes my God."
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Three figures drifted above the ground. Their silver gilt hair wavering slightly in the breeze. Their faces hidden.
But they knew.
There was no mistake who these women were.
A man stood behind them. A man that they could call relative. But was not. The shell that was that man's body was occupied. It's original owner long gone to places unknown. Something terrible stood in it's place. Something that called itself a God.
The face of Bardock twisted into a smile. There was no possible way any being in this universe or any other could make that smile of it's own will.
The three women drifted in front of it, looking like lifeless dolls if it wasn't for the slight swaying of their bodies.
The group that stood in horrified stupor in front of these unnatural beings, stared at them. Stared in disbelief, stared in curiousity, stared with apprehension. One moment, these three silver haired women stood by their side. Now they were...they were...
Goku clenched his fists, red fur rippling in motion with his lashing tail.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM!?!" He roared.
The one that called itself Mesuinu crossed Bardock's arms.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I would never do anything to hurt those I love." That voice...it was impossible for those vocal chords to produce a voice so unlike anything they have heard. It was too powerful, too twisted, and distinctly female.
"You sick bitch." Overlord Vegeta snarled.
Mesuinu only smiled, turning Bardock's head to look at him. King Vegeta fought the urge to recoil at such a stare. The eyes on Bardock did not belong to that body. A first glance they were black to the core, but when looked at straight on, revealed a horrible sight. Pain, pain and suffering sang in those black depths, swirling in the blue flames that lighted in those orbs.
A smile rose at his reaction. "Dear Vegeta, why would I hurt those I love?"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM!?!" This time, it was Mirai Trunks that screamed. He scowled deeply in worry for one distinct person, floating in front of them on the ground.
"I did not know you were blind as well." Mesuinu floated and gently ran a hand through the hair of the woman that wore the painfully familiar orange bandana.
Black surges of anger spread through the Z warriors' bodies.
"What have I done to them? What have I done to them...Well, why don't you ask them yourself?"
At those words, all three heads shot up, eyes of tainted purple staring at them in hatred. Slow, sickening smiles like those of Busu and Ama spread across their faces, glinting in pure amthyst eyes.
Two of them dropped the smile into dark, pleasurable scowls. The other, the one wearing Saiya-jin armor. The woman whose short, black hair was no longer spiked in the air, but fell in long silver strands past her shoulders. The one whose hands held familiar daggers. She smiled. Smiled in the way that could only be insane.
"Pan-chan!!!" Bura screamed, trying to push back the tendrils of dread and fear, trying to reach this person she called a friend. Goten silently took her hand in comfort. The gesture was...nice.
The one dressed in a black tank top and pants looked at them with blank, hateful eyes. She whispered something at them. Her voice was filled with hate as her eyes settled on Mirai Trunks.
"Pan-chan..." He pleaded at her.
She drew her hands into claws. "Jinzouningen."
All of their eyes widened at that word. Even King Vegeta.
"Jinzouningen." She repeated in a low snarl.
Mirai Trunks stared at her in horror. "Nani?! The Artificial Humans are dead!"
"Jinzouningen!" She screamed, bottomless eyes of purple flashing in rage. She screamed, powering up, flames of black consuming her body as she stared at them.
Mirai Trunks realised too late what was happening. All at once his mate charged at him, slamming into his jaw with a horrendously powerful punch that the Pan he knew was uncapable of. The scream of her pained and hate filled voice filled his mind.
"JINZOUNINGEN!!!"
Clumsily he rose his arms to block the hits that were being forced on his body with wild ferocity. He didn't want to do this! This was his Pan-chan! There was no way he could hurt her like this!
"Trunks! Hit back! You can't win like this!!!" Goten screamed seeing the other demi saiya-jin's relunctance in fear. He tore his hand from Bura's in sheer panick.
"Trunks!" He screamed again.
"NO! I WILL NOT HURT HER!!!" Mirai Trunks took another blow to the stomach, making him double in pain.
"Trunks! Listen! That is not your Pan! She's been possessed! She doesn't see you! She sees the jinzouningen! Trunks!" Goku yelled, clenching his fists as Mirai Pan smashed her elbow into Mirai Trunks's face.
Still the boy from the future would not fight back.
"STOP IT!!! STOP THIS!!! YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME!!!" Vegeta roared. He snarled and flew to help his son from the Future.
Mesuinu tilted Bardock's head. "Oh...but they are not finished...Serpia-chan...do you love me?"
The woman once known as Serpia smiled again, looking at Bardock in total obedience. She looked slowly at the group, eerily scary with those violet eyes.
Mesuinu nodded, grinning sickingly.
That was all the warning they got.
Suddenly, she was just not there. And in another moment, King Vegeta found his hair cut off in a crew cut.
It would've been funny if the assassin didn't attack again.
Twin daggers sliced in a perfect arc at the Overlord's neck. Too fast to be stopped.
A loud clang echoed.
And suddenly the blades of those daggers were flying through the air.
"Do not think you can take on my father without going through me wench."
Prince Vegeta stood infront of his liege, his arms crossed.
It was after a few seconds before the Overlord realised what happened.
"MY HAIR!!!"
Serpia only smiled, dropping the useless handles of her daggers.
"Get out of my way boy." The sheer fury in the King's voice would've made any person run a million miles from where they were. His ki blasted red, the same colour as his eyes.
Prince Vegeta did not turn around. "No. I will fight her. She is not your problem Oou-sama." The woman in front of him only smiled.
"YOU DARE DISOBEY ME!?!" A hard back hand sent the Prince several metres away in the dirt. With a roar of fury, the King attacked, slamming a fist at Serpia.
"No!" Goku flew forward, only to be blocked by the form of his grand daughter. "Pan..."
"Hello ojii-san." She said in a sneer.
Taking shaky breaths, he looked at his grand daughter calmly. "Pan. Get out of my way."
Pan smiled, one of pure malevolence. "No."
"Pan..."
"No. Never again. You will not lie to me again."
Looks of confusion passed around the group.
Trunks blinked. "Pan-chan..."
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!!!"
The utter fury in that scream made him step back. Her eyes flashed dangerously.
"Don't you dare address me again Trunks. Or I will kill you." Flickers of green entered the startling violet of her possesed eyes.
Bura and Goten gasped at the sheer hatred in her voice. This wasn't their Pan. It couldn't be.
"Oh, you think this isn't me right? Not your sweet, naive, little servant friend right?" She sneered, smiling at the wideness of their eyes. "Oh no, I didn't just read your minds did I? Oops."
She raised a hand to her mouth in mock apology, before lowering it to reveal another malevolent sneer. "I won't be naive any longer. It is time for you to die, friends."
And with that, she charged at them, a fist smashing into Bura with a sickening sound of bone on flesh. The young woman's scream was cut short as her body was thrown to the ground by locked fists on her head.
They could only watch in horror.
"They're perfect are they not?"
The voice was like a thunder clap in blue skies.
Mesuinu gestured around with Bardock's hands. "Don't you agree?"
"Stop it. Stop it right now." The tone in his voice had never been used before. It was too ferocious, too angry, just too Un-Goku. Eyes blazing the yellow of Super Saiya-jin 4 narrowed to slits.
"Hm...perfect replacementts for Busu and Ama. Perfect." Mesuinu suddenly looked at Goku. "Oh, I am sorry, did you say something?"
With a roar, the Saiya-jin launched into the air, a fist thrown into Mesuinu's face.
Only to repelled by a strange kind of force field that rippled in the air in crazy spectrums.
"What...?"
Mesuinu looked at the Saiya-jin above her. "There are things you do not understand Son Goku. And one of them is me. If you want a fight against me, you would lose a thousand times over or more. I could wipe your existence from the very planes of existence with a flick of an eyelash and you would not know it. You cannot win."
Eyes that burned with black fire bore into his.
Ripples continued from where his fist met air.
Suddenly, cold pain scorched through his entire being, unlike anything he had felt before, too overwhelming to allow screaming, like a thousand needles were punctured into his body, a million times in a second, over and over and over...
And suddenly the harsh dirt of the ground smashed against his bloody back.
"Tousan!" Goten screamed, watching what happened with a dry throat.
Then, as if the sands of time reversed, Goku's bloody body spun through the air, like a sick video replay, ending where it was a moment ago.
Goten's eyes widened to saucers.
Mesuinu laughed in amusement. "Do you understand now Son Goku?"
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"Pan-chan! Listen to me!" His sentence was cut off with a vicious backhand, snapping his jaw to the left.
"Will you cut the crap and fight boy?! She is beyond your reasoning!" Vegeta kicked the girl off him, followed by a fast ki blast in the stomach. She just kept coming.
"Jinzouningen." She snarled again.
"I will not hurt her." Mirai Trunks repeated stubbornly. "I will never hurt her again." He repeated almost to himself. A blow to the stomach made him double in pain.
The eyes of his mate looked insanely into his. The word passed her lips again.
He could only grunt as a kick was driven into his abdomen.
A growl of annoyance sounded above him as his father fought Mirai Pan off again.
"FIGHT BOY!!!" With that, Vegeta drew his hands back, his ki gathering in his palms. "Galick....."
"FATHER NO!!!" It was all Mirai Trunks could do to hurl himself up, throwing himself at Mirai Pan.
"...GUN!!!" Vegeta threw the blast at her, only to realise where his son was heading. He could only watch in horror as that stupid boy protected the enemy.
"Baka!" He flew forward, dully aware of what was going on behind him with Kakarot and the fighting above with his otherself and Serpia.
Mirai Pan blinked, looking down at the figure caked in blood at her feet.
"Jinzouningen?" This time, it was more of a question than a death threat.
Mirai Trunks looked at her pleadingly, coughing blood, before blacking out into darkness, her name on his lips.
Mirai Pan blinked again, hesitating the hand that was poised above his neck.
It was enough. Vegeta suddenly fazed behind her, hitting a neural spot on the back of her neck in a back hand chop. The girl fell, unconcious before she hit the ground.
"Heh. Should've done that in the first place."
A thunderous clap of thunder sounded above, echoing in the wake of a chilling female scream.
"What the hell!?"
Overlord Vegeta snarled, roundhousing the insolent bitch into the air, laughing as lightning struck her airborn form.
Her scream resounded in the heavens like music to his ears. She will pay for cutting his hair.
Like one of those crazy Chikyuu-sei Amazons, she hollered through the air, another of those inferno daggers in her hands. Glowing with the power of super Saiya-jin.
Overlord Vegeta snarled. That may be a problem. A female Saiya-jin's power triples in the full moon, while the male doubles. And who knows what power up the girl got from getting possessed into a hell bitch.
Serpia drew her lips back in a soundless sneer, shooting at him faster than sound, leaving only the merest of after-images behind.
A flash of blood was all he felt as the chilling blade of her daggers pierced skin.
Damn, the girl was fast. Too fast. There was no possible was anyone could get that good without a lifetime of training.
With a bloodcurdling cry, she suddenly spun in mid air, her body moving like a tornado, with what looked like a thousand needles spewing from it.
"Kuso!" Overlord Vegeta quickly put up a ki shield, melting the needles with the intensity of his power before they reached him. And this left him completely open for the dagger that sank into his side. A startled growl was all he could manage, gripping the deep wound in his side.
An insane smile flitted across her features as Serpia brought the dagger with his blood to her lips, and of all things disgusting, licked it clean.
"DIE!!!" Blinded by fury, he attacked, a fury of punches that slammed into that stick of a figure with the power of SSJ3 behind them, and the hatred of the King of all Saiya-jins.
The satisfying crunch of bone under his fists filled his bloodlusted senses, barely feeling the loss of blood from the wound.
Serpia screamed, pain lacing up her arms, making her drop one of her daggers. Black rage filled her aqua-blue eyes. He will die. Die. Die! DIE!!!
Energy filled her hands, black with her hate, forging into a black sword, blood dripping from its hilt from her sorrow.
With shriek, she slashed down, momentarily distracting the Overlord with the long blade of her sword. The opening was enough. Gold energy gathered in her hands in a firey globe of death. Without hesitation she threw it in his face.
Another blast was simultaneously exploded in her chest, sending them both flying directly into the dirt below.
Pan didn't flinch as they crashed behind her, still smiling that smile.
"Pan, snap out of this. It isn't you." Trunks said carefully, walking carefully toward her, glancing worriedly at his fallen sister. He could see Goten and Goku with 'Bardock' in the corner of his eyes.
"How would you know?"
He blinked at the sheer hatred in her voice, directed at HIM.
"Did you know Trunks, that I used to like you? Maybe even love you. But you just spat my feelings back in my face. I will not tolerate it any longer. You will die, like everyone else for what they did to me."
"What did he do you to?"
Pan didn't turn around.
"Tou-san..." Trunks looked at his father helplessly.
Vegeta crossed his furry, red arms. "Tell me girl, what did he do to you?"
"You didn't love me back. Not once." Pan said coldly.
"Pan..."
"SHUT UP AND DIE!!!"
The next thing he knew, a the heel of her palm shot into his chin, followed by a agonising pain in his head as a swift kick followed in its wake.
He was suddenly slammed into the ground, what seemed like a thousand hits pounding on his chest all at once, exploding in shockwaves of pain. How did she get so strong?!
Weakly he brought his arms up to block, only getting them slammed into his face.
And suddenly the pressure was off. Cut off with a growl that was definitely a mutter of 'weakling'.
The red flame that was his father flew overhead, engaging in heated battle.
But something was wrong.
This was his fight, not his father's. And he was NOT a weakling.
Struggling to get up, and spitting a wad of blood into the dirt, he flew up, to fight the girl he called friend.
The girl picked herself off the ground, eyes searing with terrible hatred in her amethyst orbs. Her gloves were red with blood from the hilt of her sword, her armor darkening by various wounds. She did not care. A piercing shriek shot through the air as she charged the air slamming into him, sword first.
Overlord Vegeta grunted as he barely brought his arm up to block the flat of the sword. He wasn't fast enough to block the dagger that slammed up to its hilt in his thigh. A angry scream reverbrated through the air as fury blinded his attacks.
Serpia was thrown back by a massive double punch into her gut, her skill making her body roll and get up before another was thrown. If she died, she was taking him with her. Gripping her sword, Serpia shot into the air, the Overlord hot on her trail.
And abruptantly she veered.
Overlord Vegeta snarled, sensing her behind him, sending a blast into her face , one hand holding his side to keep the gaping wound closed. He would NOT lose.
Screaming, he drew up his ki full force, the sky crackling blood red in lightning, illuminated by the blood moon of Vegetasei.
The foolish girl fazed into view, driving a fist into his wound.
The stab of pain was ignored as he suddenly grabbed her neck and twisted.
To his satisfaction, she choked, exhaling in a cough of blood as he drove his knee into her stomach and fazed above her, slamming both feet into her head.
A huge dust cloud resulted in her landing.
But already, his hands were gathering energy, the heels of his palm slammed together with massive force.
"F-I-N-A-L..."
The lone girl looked up to see her fate written in her enemy's hands.
"VEGETA NO!!!"
Goku looked up to see the Final Flash in the making, then spun on the smiling figure of the possessed Saiya-jin in front of him.
"Why are you doing this?!" He nearly hollered.
Mesuinu looked at him with those fathomless eyes. "A test."
"Why you..." Goten narrowed his normally happy eyes.
"F-L-A-S-H!!!!!!"
A great charge of light exploded into the air.
Goku could only watch as it head toward Serpia, unable to move no matter how hard he tried against the power of this..this..THING.
Serpia watched as it head toward her, almost in slow motion. She smiled. So it ends...
NO!!!
NOT UNTIL HE DIES!!!
Th command made her move against aching muscles and bleeding injuries. But not nearly fast enough.
Her enraged scream echoed in the air.
Trunks stopped, eyes wide as the ground exploded in a blinding white dome below him, everything going white in its terrible aftermath.
Pan took that chance to attack.
Vegeta never saw it coming.
"RENZOKU ENERGY DAN!!!" Machine gun-like blasts shot out of her palms at the unsuspecting Saiya-jin, slamming into him full force. The blasts sent him into the very heart of the white dome below, exploding with horrendous force and turning everything to blood red.
And only laughing could be heard amoungst the screams.
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"Chichi, can you give me the quasi-laser transmitter?"
"The little screwdriver looking thing or the pencil looking thing?"
"Pencil."
Chichi kneeled down under the worktable, nearly falling as the ground rocked violently, scattering equipment everywhere.
Silence reigned in the lab.
"Chichi? The transmitter?" The voice under the machine recomposed strongly.
Shakily, the black haired woman handed her friend the 'pencil' looking thing.
"Guys, please be okay..."
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The ground tilted in, the remains of the palace now completely obliterated and sunken in the enormous crater of King Vegeta's Final Flash.
Figures dung themselves from the dirt. Some lay still to the side, bleeding slightly but otherwise unharmed.
One form rose from the very middle to the destroyer's disbelief.
Serpia opened her eyes feeling the wetness around her face as blood, her own, and all along her body. Her lips spread in a silent snarl.
Overlord Vegeta stared down in disbelief. The little wench had survived. HOW!? And in front of his very eyes, she disappeared.
It took a few seconds to realise the new pain from the old. And several more to recognise the blade jutting from his stomach.
"Ma....ma...sa...ka..." Overlord Vegeta choked, and fell, the sword with him.
Behind him, Serpia smiled.
A/N: Exciting enough? More coming! I'm sorry this took so long, I'm a lazy butt and can't do anything. *nods from readers* More coming...very very very soon. In the mean time, try some pancakes with maple syrup, very nice with REVIEWS!!!