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Youth of the Nation
The bottle strained a bit more.
And then it exploded.
Buu stood frothing at the mouth, glaring nuclear bombs at Roshi`s body before screaming at it. Roshi was lucky he was already dead, his body vaporized in a flash of pink so bright that it obscured the sunlight.
"Are you ready now?" Piccolo asked calmly. "I`LL KILL EVERYONE!!!" Buu screamed, flailing around angrily and almost tearing Piccolo`s head in two as a result. "You can kill us after your fight. Come on," he ordered, slowly walking past Buu and pausing. It wasn`t because he was waiting on Buu for Buu`s sake, it was because waiting bought more time.
Goku was good at buying time. Krillin was better. Yamcha, Zangya, Tien and Chaozu weren`t that grand and Gohan was about even with them but Piccolo?
Piccolo was the king of borrowing time and mysteriously forgetting to bring it back. He could draw Buu on as long as was possible, believably or unbelievably, and he intended to do just that. "Are you coming?"
"HURRY UP!!!"
"I`ll take that as a yes," Piccolo replied, turning towards the palace and slowly walking to the door with an irate Majin Buu not a step behind. Upon arriving at the door though, the pair were forced to stop. Not because the door was shut, not because someone was making an attack but for a more unlikely reason than all that.
Bulma had stepped in the way. She wasn`t moving.
"ChiChi either rubbed off on her or some motherly instinct is finally showing," Piccolo thought bemusedly as Bulma threw her hands out to either side of the door frame. "Not one step further," she said with grim determination. "Over your dead body, right?" Buu growled.
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
"Exactly."
Buu bared his fangs in a grin and roughly shoved Piccolo out of the way. The Namek only nodded to Bulma and grimaced.
"I guess I`ll get the chance to have that talk with Mom and Dad after all..."
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
"POP!!!" Buu squealed.
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Bulma`s remains became a splatter of red and orange on the floor. Buu cracked his neck at an impossible angle to either side, then twisted his head around while tilting it upside down to get a look at Piccolo, who was wiping Bulma`s blood from his cloak. "That was fun," Buu said with a guttural chuckle. "There`s more where that came from," Piccolo growled, taking the lead again and calmly resuming his snail`s pacing.
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
"This is utterly insane," Krillin said, wiping one of his eyes. "Bulma wasn`t the nicest person but for god`s sake, did she have to go and try to be a hero too?" He asked. "I don`t know. I don`t like this anymore than you do but there isn`t much we can do to help other than get ourselves killed to buy time and I don`t think that was her goal," Yamcha replied. He was about as moved as Krillin, though he was a bit more hard around the edges since he didn`t show it.
"Well... What now?" Juu asked, cradling Marron and keeping the girl from seeing the grizzly sight before them. The Ox King sat a few feet away, staring at his feet in the same manner he had been doing since his daughter had been killed. "... Who wants to delay Buu?" Yamcha asked regretfully. He knew what the question meant. Oolong gulped hard. Puar just shrugged and the Ox King looked up. "I will. At least that way I can see ChiChi and Gohan and Goku again," he said with a surprisingly empty tone of voice.
"That`s two. Anyone else?"
"I`ll go," Puar said. "I`ve got five lives left to use so I may as well put them down for a good cause, right?" She asked. "Don`t even think I`m gonna let you upstage me," Oolong cut in with a snort. "I don`t like bein` a hero but if I`m gonna die anyway it may as well be for something worth a damn."
"That`s four."
No one else offered. Krillin simply looked up at Juuhachigou with a shake of the head. "I would Yamcha, but I`ve already died and been brought back on each set of Dragonballs before... I don`t know if I could be revived on either again so..." Juu on the other hand, was utterly silent. She was the only one nobody would have accepted even if she`d said yes to begin with. Popo was also silent.
Yamcha nodded. "I understand, don`t worry about it," the former bandit ordered. "G`luck Yam-head," Krillin said. "You too Nut-face," Yamcha replied with a stoic smirk. "Shall we?" He asked. Puar and Oolong nodded, the Ox King was already on his way out the door.
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
"Hi-ya! Ya! Ya, ya, ya, ya!" Goten yelled, a different 'ya' with each kick he threw. Even though the boy was bandaged up still, even though he`d spent the past days living on nothing but rice and even though he was still marred with healing injuries of several varieties, he refused to sit back on his haunches. Trunks tried to share his enthusiasm but it wasn`t easy.
Both boys hadn`t gotten out of the battle scott-free. They were hurting with every kick and punch they threw but they weren`t giving in. Pain was a cheerleader and despair was a groaning sports commentator, their goal was all that mattered and all that stood between them was the last yard line, which happened to be blocked off by a fifty foot high concrete, steel reinforced wall.
Loaded with machine guns.
Goten groaned tiredly and paused for all of a second, while Trunks froze in the middle of a kick, shifting his gaze to the other boy. He didn`t have Goten`s dedication for this sort of thing, Trunks just wanted the chance to heal but Goten? Goten was going to train even if you broke his back. Trunks was only training with him for two reasons, the first being comradery and the second being pride. It was bad enough that Goten`s strength could now willingly eclipse his own after absorbing Bojack`s power, the other boy had gained all of his demon`s skills too.
Not to mention some of his memories. Most of which were a bit... Unsettling.
Trunks was probably training with twice the fervor just to try and close the gap and Goten was still outpacing him, it was a sickening repeat of Goku and Vegeta`s fued, the sins of the fathers playing themselves out to punish the sons.
And neither boy gave enough of a damn to even realize it. There wasn`t even a rivalry either, both knew what was at stake. Zangya refused to let them forget, and even if she herself had the sanity to keep from training to let her wounds heal, she wasn`t going to try and stop them. It was a futile effort so the only thing to do was to try and keep them from killing themselves.
At present, she sat on the steps of the house that held the door to reality, watching the boys with a tinge of regret and envy. She wasn`t regretful over Bojack`s death in the least, she was laughing her head off the entire time he`d been dying, but she was regretful over the fact she wasn`t willing to make herself all but crippled to get a bit stronger. The envy came with the regret that she wasn`t willing to all but die for a smidget of strength but what she lacked in strength she was determined to make up for in technique.
The change she was influencing in both boys` fighting styles was already becoming apparent, though it wasn`t that big. They had just become more accustomed to doing things with more variety to them. They didn`t focus on streams of endless punches and kicks and blasts now, they varied things up.
"Kame Hame Ha!"
"Final Flash!"
An explosion rang through the distance as winter came with a roar, ice shattering up out of the ground into jagged pillars all around them.
But the training continued.
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because
Piccolo stopped and stared briefly. "That`s odd," he said quietly. Buu grunted and continued on until it stopped at the wall. "It`s a dead end," he growled. "Do you really know the way?" He asked furiously. "Yes, I do," Piccolo replied, somehow managing to keep his cool in the face of an irate Majin Buu. "It should be right through here..."
Buu pulled his arm back and lashed out. In a blast of red, the wall vanished, becoming fresh paint on the walls to reveal an 1800s-era artillery cannon, which promptly opened fire. It`s first shot hit Buu right in the face and bounced off, going back into the cannon and causing it to explode only to have it reform with an imploding sort of effect to reveal a dazed looking Puar. "One down," the small cat muttered before jumping forward, twisting sideways into a flip and shape changing into a gigantic saw blade.
Buu simply spat a blast of ki into the blade. Again, Puar exploded and reformed, looking all the more dazed now. She was 70 years old, having gone through four lives from old age by now - discounting the life she had just lost and the few she was about to lose again. "Two down..."
"Three," Buu corrected, banging it`s head forward and smacking Puar across the cheek. It was a grizzly sight to watch the shapeshifter`s small form fling back into a wall after her head had been severed in half down to the neck, but again she reformed and again got back up, barely able to even hobble forward before jumping into the air and staying there.
"Don`t you ever die?" Buu growled ferally. "Too often for my tastes," Puar replied, diving forward and shapeshifting one last time.
Into a time bomb.
The device angrily slid into Buu`s mouth somehow and a second later, detonated, getting little more than a belch from the muscular demon, who promptly shook it out. "Shall we continue?" He ordered more than asked. Piccolo merely narrowed his eyes and stepped onward.
Puar and Oolong were both dead. Piccolo could tell they weren`t going to be the last.
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
"Fu..."
"... Sion..."
"HA!!!"
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
"Well, that sucked," Videl commented dryly. "Ow..." Bulma groaned, though her body wasn`t long before vanishing into nothing more than a sugarpuff-looking fireball, which hovered about two feet off of the ground. ChiChi had been waiting for them at the back of the line. It wasn`t because she was desperate or afraid, it was because she wanted to be there to greet Goten if he was killed. An unsettling thought really, but ChiChi preferred that if she were to face Judgement, she`d do it after making sure her family was alright.
As 'alright' as the dead can be, anyway.
"I`m guessing Buu killed you too, huh?" ChiChi asked dully. "Pretty much," Videl replied, glancing to her side and expecting to see Bulma. "... Where did Bulma go?" She asked. "She`s standing beside you. Only the warriors, former warriors and people who`ve done great things really get to keep their bodies," ChiChi pointed out. "... I did great things!" Bulma defended annoyedly, her sugarpuff-shaped fireball body bouncing around grumpily for emphasis. "Name `em."
"I uh... I gave birth to Trunks, I`m Vegeta`s common-law wife and I built things that`ve saved the world..."
"None of those are direct, Bulma," ChiChi commented with vaguely masked amusement. "... Grand. Playmate to a puffy blue ball of fire... This just isn`t my day," Bulma groaned. "Well, at least we died for a good cause," Videl said with a shrug. After the first few minutes, it really wasn`t that bad...
Either that or the full shock of being dead hadn`t hit her.
"My head," a new voice groaned as two small, knee-high figures dropped out from overhead, landing with twin thuds on the ground. "Can it Oolong, you didn`t have to die five times," Puar growled. "Ain`t my fault you idiots take the 'nine lives' myth and twist it into reality," Oolong grunted cryptically, dusting himself off. "... If you weren`t dead, I`d kill you," Puar muttered. "Then you`d be stuck here alone for eternity whilst I, the great Oolong, move on to a new life," Oolong reminded with a mock grin. Puar was unamused.
"I honestly think I`d prefer that..."
"So, I take it that we went straight to Hell, huh?" Oolong asked, glancing from side to side. "Not likely, any Hell you get sent to is probably going to be loaded with lots of gay porn and even more bacon," Puar replied sardonically. "Oh gee, feel the love..."
"I guess Buu got you two too, huh?" Videl asked, crouching down to meet the two shapeshifters at eye level, only to watch them both turn into the same kind of sugarpuff-shaped fireballs as Bulma. Puar briefly sighed and then turned back into her normal self with a shrug. "At least I can be my old self for more than five minutes," she commented happily. "... Ah shyaddap."
"Mind if we wait for Yamcha and the others with you guys?" Puar asked. "Don`t see anyone telling you to hurry up," ChiChi commented, pointing at the miles-long line that stretched from their current location out as far as the eye could see to a gigantic palace a good distance away. "... Eheh... Oy..." Oolong twitched.
"This is just one of those days," Puar commented, reaching under the safety railing of their waiting area, tearing off a chunk of the cloud layer below and setting it down before plopping onto it like a pillow. "... How the heck did you do that?" Oolong asked. "Cats and clouds get along," Puar answered cryptically. "O-kay," Oolong replied.
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
"I hate this," Bulma grumbled annoyedly. "Look at it this way, least you won`t need make-up now," ChiChi pointed out, trying to find a bright side to look at, if only to avoid crumpling into a heap. "... Least I never needed it to begin with," Bulma retorted sharply. "Say`s the woman who wore eight pounds of it daily," ChiChi grinned. "Definately one of those days," Puar and Videl both muttered at the same time as Bulma and ChiChi continued their rambling arguement.
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
"Faster!" Zangya ordered, watching the boys, both of whom had almost healed by now, perform yet another Fusion Dance, though they didn`t Fuse this time. "Fu-Sion-HA!!!" They yelled, going through the paces of the dance at an ever increasing rate. They were almost to the point that they could Fuse upside-down, they`d already done it in the air and during the brief flash of cold-to-hot, they`d done it under water and submerged in lava. Zangya herself was healing up as well, not quite finished but enough that she`d resumed training and begun sparring the boys.
"Faster!" She yelled again, just as the cold flared through the area at an unbarable rate, turning mundane temperatures to sub-zero in a matter of seconds. "Fu-Sion-HA!!!" They both said in unison, going through the pacing for the umpteenth time in one day. "Just need them to get a bit faster with it," Zangya thought. "One more time and we should have it, go!"
"Fu-Sion-HA!!!"
At that, the boys fell over sideways, both of them breathing tiredly and both of them looking a bit worse for wear. "Good. You`ve taken the time down from twenty to five seconds, now all you need to do is get stronger," Zangya stated, even as the frigid air lashed out once again, sending a jagged pillar of ice up in front of her. "And that means fighting. And lot`s of it," she stated grimly, watching the two of them light up like Christmas trees.
"I`m guessing you`re ready then?" Zangya asked, stepping around the pillar and watching them get up. "Are you gonna spar with us?" Trunks asked tiredly. "I would kid, believe me," Zangya replied. "But given that you and Goten both have gone up to a level I can`t touch now, I`m afraid you`ll just be sparring each other," she stated with a shake of the head. "Does that mean we`re stronger than my brother was?" Goten asked.
"... Yeah, it does," Zangya replied thoughtfully. "At least in his normal and Super Saiyan forms, you guys haven`t gone past that yet but..." She paused and added a second later. "At the rate you`re going, I`d be surprised if you didn`t hit it on raw power alone," she stated. Goten and Trunks exchanged sinister little smirks and pried themselves off of the ice before lowering into fighting stances.
"Why do I get the feeling I just lit a fire under those boys` asses?" Zangya asked herself, not knowing if that was a good or bad thing given the way they were looking at each other. It was true that Goten was still stronger, but Trunks had developed more technique as a result. Even though they both had their specialties, they were still deadlocked.
"Ready?" Trunks asked. "Waitin` on you," Goten replied.
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
"That`s odd," Gohan commented, glancing out over the ever-changing horizon in the general direction of where the greater part of the Midway Point, Heaven and the Upper Hells were all located. "Hey Dad!" He called out. "What?" Goku asked from his vantage point of leaning back lazily against a tree and waiting for Shin to make the next move in a game of chess...
Save that the chess pieces were all miniature icons of Hercule.
"You feel that?" Gohan asked. "What?" Goku replied. "Reach out with your senses ya dolt," Bob ordered. "Now get your attention back to bringing out your hidden power," he ordered. Gohan complied with a sigh and rested his head in one hand, drearily staring at the hairs of Bob`s mustache.
Goku on the other hand grimaced. "... Looks like Buu is taking out everyone on the Look Out," he commented sourly. "That can`t be good," Shin muttered, moving a piece in the game up another square toward`s Goku`s queen, which was actually a little icon of Hercule doing some weird looking pose with big, rounded off eyes staring up at the player.
"Checkmate," Goku commented pleasantly before standing up, having moved one piece past all of Shin`s planning and eventually dropping it right next to his King without the Kaioshin even noticing. "... You... Have got to be kidding me," Shin muttered, staring in disbelief as Goku stood up straight and dusted himself off. "You`re not as dumb as you act," he grumbled up at Goku, who was dusting off the seat of his pants with a cryptic, knowing little grin.
"Mind if I bring up some friends and family to this place?" Goku asked curiously. "I`m afraid not, it`s bad enough that you and Gohan are here but we can`t allow anyone else to know of this place`s location, even if they could never reach it regardless," Shin replied dryly. "I`m guessing you`re trying to preserve it`s legend then, huh?" Goku asked. "If it ceases to be a legend, it loses it`s serenity. Kaioshin planets are weird like that," Shin replied. "I see... Of course if you let a few people come here then you can send them back and have them spread the legend but since I`ll be the one teleporting them, they won`t know where it is!"
"... You really aren`t as dumb as you act..."
"Where do ya think Gohan got his smarts from, hm?" Goku asked, tapping two fingers to his forehead with that same cryptic little grin before vanishing in a blur.
Shin was left absolutely dumbfounded.
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
"No farther," the Ox King stated, standing firmly in the path of Majin Buu, even though that meant he had basically taken up the entire hallway. Piccolo grimaced and simply looked away from what was about to happen. "... I`m hungry," Buu growled. "CHOCOLATE, NOW!!!" He screamed, tossing his head tail forward and turning the Ox King into just that. The huge figure of Gyuu Mao vanished in a flash of pink light to reveal a Hershey`s bar the size of the average car.
"... This will do," Buu muttered with a sedate grin, walking forward and taking the bar in hand. Piccolo simply stepped around and refused to look, turning down another corridor that led in the direct opposite direction of the Room of Spirit and Time, Buu no more than a few steps behind with the huge bar of chocolate in hand, though it was already starting to shrink as he ate it.
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
"WOLF FANG FIST!!!"
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
For several seconds, Yamcha attacked, throwing out open handed punch after open handed punch, trying to hit Buu only to somehow miss each time, but he never get the chance to try anything else. Buu`s headtail was faster than the former bandit could ever dream to be, and it was also more precise.
Yamcha collapsed in a heap with a hole running straight through the right side of his chest, his heart having effectively been impaled before the tail withdrew, leaving him to lay there and die in a pool of his own blood. Buu had stopped for several seconds, as had Piccolo during this final attack, buying precious time for Trunks and Goten.
The two resumed their slow walk a few moments later.
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
Goten skidded along sideways on the ice, followed by a determined looking Trunks, who slid along and allowed himself to fall sideways and backwards, making an attempt to kick out the other boy`s legs only to have Goten hop up and allow him to pass beneath. The two had been slugging it out for close to an hour, both were Super Saiyans and both were fighting with their all.
"TAIYOKEN!!!" Trunks screamed, fanning his fingers out in front of face while Goten landed with a skid, following his friend`s ki signature to the extent that his knee was successful in finding Trunks` gut, but the other boy replied in kind, backhanding Goten across the face and sending them tumbling and sliding apart from each other. The Room of Spirit and Time flared through seasons again, becoming red hot as the ground started to liquify. Both boys shot up and locked with kicks in mid-air.
The training continued.
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
"Ow," the Ox King groaned, heaving his considerable bulk off of the ground while Yamcha nonchalantly pried Puar off of his face and glanced around. "Where`s Roshi?" They both asked right off the bat. "Went to find his turtle," ChiChi answered with a shrug before giving her father a hug. As much of a hug as she could give to someone who was wider than the span of her arms. "And probably some porn from the local demons," she added nonchalantly with a gagging tone. "That guy`s got a one-track mind, huh?" Yamcha asked, setting Puar onto his shoulder. He took being dead far better than the others in the group, mainly since he had already died once before when he was in his late twenties due to a Cyba Man.
"Are Krillin, Juu and Marron going to be joining us anytime soon?" Videl asked tiredly. "Thankfully no - I hope. We were trying to help buy time for Goten, Trunks and Zangya so..."
"The four of us knowingly threw our lives away to save the universe. Don`t cheer, just give money," Oolong cut in. "One last heroic, huh Yamcha?" Bulma asked cynically. "Can it puffy," Yamcha replied with a smug grin. "I AM NOT PUFFY!!!" Bulma shrieked. "Puffy," Oolong cut in. If he wasn`t a sugarpuff, he would`ve been grinning like an idiot. "You would be one to talk, Piggy," Bulma growled. "Doesn`t work anymore, Puffball."
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
There was a fizzing sound and all eyes shot towards the back of the line. "Wow, nice to see almost everyone`s intact... Which is Bulma and which is Oolong, or did they not die yet?" He asked. "I`m Oolong," the first puff said, calmly distancing itself from Bulma and latching onto Yamcha`s leg somehow. "I`m Bulma, twit," Bulma answered afterward, floating alone. "... That explains that," Goku said with a shrug. "ChiChi? Jeez, Buu`s dropping you guys like flies..."
"Shut up ya big lug," ChiChi muttered, all but wrapping herself around Goku in a manner that would knock any normal man off his feet on contact. Goku? He just smiled and returned the hug. "Good to see you too, Chi," he commented, gingerly avoiding hugging her too tightly. It wasn`t easy to hug someone when you could break them in two if you weren`t careful. "Oh and Videl," Goku spoke up, drawing the attention of the girl. "You were right," he said with a cheesy little smirk.
"Huh?"
"Gohan`s alive."
"WHAT?!" Came the chorus from virtually everyone. "Yeah, an old Kaioshin named Bob is powering him up to go back and fight Buu," Goku explained calmly. "Bob?" Bulma asked in disbelief. Goku let out a slight grunt and pried ChiChi off before she could suffocate him, then heaved her back up into another hug. "Yeah, that`s his name. Anyway, I`ve come to take you guys to them, if ya want," Goku stated, setting ChiChi down after a few seconds more.
"I`m staying here," ChiChi affirmed. "I may want to see Gohan but if Goten dies, I`m going to make sure he doesn`t come here without his mother waiting for him," she explained grimly. "I understand," Goku replied knowingly. "If you`re staying, so am I," the Ox King interjected, settling himself down against the safety railing, careful to avoid putting his weight on it. "So will I... Not like I really have anyone to see given Vegeta`s probably in Hell and my parents are in that line over there," Bulma grumbled, hovering over to the space next to the Ox King.
"Since they`re all staying, I`m just gonna go face Judgement. I`m sure the ogres all remember me, plus I don`t want Roshi sending himself to Hell by accident or anything," Yamcha stated grimly, floating up off of the ground. "Alright, Videl?" Goku asked as Yamcha, Puar and Oolong all vanished over the horizon towards Enma`s palace.
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
"Uh... Well," Videl paused, looking down at her feet. "I`ll take that as a yes then," Goku replied, nonchalantly grabbing Videl on the shoulder. "I`ll see you soon Chi, if Goten ends up here, tell him Daddy said hi, alright?" Goku asked. ChiChi only gave a nod. "Tell Gohan I said I love him, got that? And make sure he doesn`t get obsessed with fighting anymore than he already is!" ChiChi yelled as Goku and Videl vanished.
"... Some days, I honestly don`t know what I`d do without that man," ChiChi commented to herself whistfully before sitting down on what felt like a warm chair.
"ChiChi."
"Yes, Bulma?"
"You`re sitting on me."
"... Oh well."
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
They ended up standing in the middle of a serene looking place that was oddly reminiscent of the area around the Son family home, although the skyline was certainly a bit more dizzying and a good bit more pleasant to look up at. Videl almost instantly felt herself become a bit heavier but unlike most people, she didn`t really notice it. Being a seasoned martial arts prodigy in her own right and having had all of the training she`d gone through over the course of her admittedly brief lifetime, it wasn`t really that much to be effected with.
"Welcome back... You were cheating, weren`t you?" Shin asked, still staring at the chess board. "Nah, you just left yourself open on the third-to-last move you made and didn`t think to close it," Goku replied, pointing out the one gap in the Kaioshin`s playing style. "Damn... You`re right," Shin grumbled. "Nice place," Videl mused, glancing around and taking in the scenery and those in it slowly. Kibito was languidly sitting indian-style against a rock, Goku and Shin were... Playing chess under a tree...
And an old guy and someone remarkably familiar were sitting across from each other, indian style like Kibito, both dressed in Kaioshin-styled clothing. "Now there`s a sight I never thought I`d see," Videl mused, nonchalantly leaving Goku and Shin behind and walking through the grass as stealthily as possible.
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
"Sir Gohan," a voice rang out from behind. Gohan languidly straightened up and turned around to find himself eye level with a crouching Videl Satan. "Has a nice ring to it, huh?" She asked with barely concealed amusement at his deer-caught-in-headlights expression. "... What in the Hell are you doing here?" Gohan asked bluntly.
"Just dropping by to do this," Videl replied before planting a kiss firmly on Gohan`s lips.
"Ah, so you were holdin` out on me!" Bob yelled with annoyance.
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
Goten and Trunks both fell over sideways as the Fusion ended. "We did it," Trunks laughed insanely. "We went past Super Saiyan," Goten added. "And we did it with style," Trunks snickered, sitting up straight and wiping his forehead off while Goten preferred to take a nap on the ground. "But you didn`t master it," Zangya reminded them, standing to their right like a teacher, stern and dedicated as ever to making sure the two were prepared.
"It was the first time Zan, cut us some slack," Trunks replied. "I know, but you`ll have to master that level if you want to take Buu down," Zangya replied. "We will," Goten muttered, prying himself up off of the ground and letting out a loud yell while flaring up into Super Saiyan, then into the second level after that. "Try it again?" He asked as Trunks let out a groan. "Don`t you people believe in ever taking a break?" He asked.
"Only when we finish what we set out to do," Goten answered. "Exactly what I was going to say," Zangya commented amusedly. "Teacher`s pet," Trunks grumbled, scraping himself back up and flaring up to match Goten on an exact level. "Shall we?" He asked.
"Yeah."
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
We are, we are, the youth of the nation
"Fu..."
"... Sion..."
"... HA!!!"
And the training continued...
CysticLOL17: Damn straight I`m not done with Dende just yet. He won`t appear for a while but he`s got quite the role to play in how this will all turn out. And yeah, there really are a lot of unexpected heroes in this one, aren`t there? As for Goten`s recent... Changes, well... They`ll probably manifest more strongly in any potential sequel. It takes time for these things to fully set in and he`s a bit too busy right now to be paying attention to them, regardless of how serious they may be.
Professor Authordude: BOB! :D And don`t be too hard on yourself. A lot of the twists I`ve pulled in HT have only been blaringly obvious AFTER they`re revealed.
diamondgirl: Strawberry-blonde SSJ... I didn`t think of it like that :P Actually he`s just got a big freaking streak of solid, blood red coloring through his hair, the eyebrows are where it intermingles when he`s a Super Saiyan. It`s a long story in and of itself, one that will probably be explained if there`s a ever a sequel that has room to focus on it. And yeah, glad to see you were okay with how Videl got offed... I dunno about anyone else but I`m kinda sick of all the stories where she just HAPPENS to miraculously survive when everyone else and their mom drops dead x.e
That`s all for now folks! See ya in a few days! Enjoy, leave a review and Sh33p out! See ya next time!