Kira studied her reflection in the orange sphere of a dragon ball. She turned it over in her overly large hand and tossed it behind her shoulder. She hummed as she swirled between the ruins that she caused. Below was a smoldering city with many corpses. She was highly frustrated and taking her anger out on the 'pathetic' mortals made her day better.

She was healthy again, although not as powerful as she liked. She could hardly care. She was stronger than anyone on this planet with or without Mori. Not to mention that the strongest Mortals on this planet wouldn't lay a hand on her, considering that she was connected to the little harpy. Not like they could touch me, she mused.

She hovered over what use to be a shoe store and looked at her reflection in a cracked window.

She touched her true form and growled at the ugliness. Her skin was a ghastly purplish grey and her hair was a wild black mane that curled down to her ghost-like tail. Her three fingers held rounded blades as nails that could, and would, tear through the strongest of metals. She bore no teeth and had a snake like tongue that slithered in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were a wide, black void with a slight glimmer from the sun.

She hissed and struck the glass with her hand. It shattered into a million pieces, sprinkling the fine sparkling destruction across the ground.

The monster's large ears picked up on an approaching sound. She turned to see her new friends.

A smile graced her face, laughter slowly gaining height as the warriors ran closer. "I see you have come to confront me. I was actually on my way to find your dear girl. I see you want to prevent me from doing so." She chuckled, "Poor fools. You haven't had a chance two weeks ago. Why do you think you have one now?"

Mori stood over the unconscious Gohan weakly, leaning on a wall for support. He was flipped on his back, his hair was spread back from his face. She leaned down and kissed his temple. Placing her hand on his chest for a brief moment, looking at his face, she made her escape from the room.

She toured the house until she found Mr. Briefs' weapon room. It was filled with historic weapons of all shapes and sizes. He used none of them but he liked how they looked on his wall. Said it was something he just wanted to have in the house.

She glanced at a samurai sword and broke the case off of it. She gripped the hilt and gazed at her reflection. She narrowed her eyes as the memory of the demon's form stared back at her. With a growl, she dragged her feet from the room. Using all of her streng to not pass out on the floor.

After obliterating the ruined city, the fight took place at the forest near by. The men were battered and bruised horribly. Piccolo already regenerated three limbs during the fight while the other Z-fighters were barely conscious on the ground.

Kira caught Gohan mid air and laughed, "You poor boy." She squeezed him, "I am the bringer of death, and you will be the first of your friends to go."

Gohan's fevered scream echoed over the forest and over the hills.

Mori picked up the echo on her slow trip to the battle zone. She was flying on little energy, wavering every mile or so. The cry for help had her hurtling to the ground. She grunted as she slid against the dirt, spitting grass from her mouth. With shaking hands, she rose up to her wobbling feet and limped towards the sound.

She reached the hill that overlooked the battle field and painfully rose up it, dragging the sword behind her. The top seemed like a lifetime away, but when she overcame it, she could see the craters, root up trees and her dearest companions lying in every which way. Kira was squeezing the life out of Gohan as Piccolo sat kneeling on the earth.

Mori snorted and, with Kira's superb hearing, the beast turned her head on a dime. The others looked at the direction of the demon and all gasped or scowled. Kira dropped the man, "You are very naive girl."

Goten awoke and rubbed his aching head. He groaned as he rose from the plush mattress. A folded piece of paper fell from his chest and fluttered onto the sheets. He tilted his head and bent down to pick it up. He unfolded the paper and read the contents.

Not a moment later, the letter fell from his hands as he stood helplessly in the room.

Mori said nothing and took the blade from behind her back. The demon narrowed her eyes at the weapon, having an inkling of what it was for but hopped, for her sake, that it wasn't so. "What are you doing? Is that...what I think it is?" Mori only shifted her head to the side, eyeing Kira down. Challenging her to step closer.

Piccolo, the one person there who had a little energy left, picked himself up the hill. At sight of the sword, the Namek automatically knew something was drastically wrong. His eyes widened and he whispered, "No."

Kira, enraged, blasted herself towards the young woman, screeching like a banshee. Mori turned the blade and pointed it to herself without batting a lash. Piccolo jumped to his feet, making his decent onto the girl.

The demon was an arm length away from her. Mori's eyes met the demons and Kira knew she was too late to stop fate. The blade, graceful still in the warrior's fingers, came down and slid into her flesh; cleanly cutting through her muscles, her ribs, he lungs, her spine; and out the other side. Blood trickled down her lips as she stuttered for air, the crimson liquid dripped from her chin and onto the vegetation beneath her feet.

Kira roared in pain.

The demon fell onto the earth and gasped. The demon struggled to lift herself from the ground as she felt her inside tear away from her. Her being was fading away from this world, and into the next.

Mori, weak from the lost of blood and lack of energy, slammed against the earth. She starred blankly down the hill. Her skin began to feel chilled and her limbs were going numb. She could see the grass sway with her hair and the clouds float from a distance away. Soon, a green figure began to run up the hill and into her blurring vision.

"Mori!"

She smiled weakly as her eyes glazed over with darkness. Her heart slowed to a stop and then she was no more.

"MOOOOOOOOORIIIIIII!"

The letter that Goten read

My dearest friends,

You may be surprised to know that I can write and read. Well, Sixteen was teaching me in secret. I wanted to surprise you all, although, I did not picture it like this.

During my entire life, I had no regrets. My life was perfect in everyway, except for the demon that kept torturing my mind.

I had two loving friends who would always stick by my side, no matter how many times we fought or got into trouble. I had a man who was more of a brother to me than anything else. I am glad to see him happy with a wife and daughter. Of course, his mother was what would either be a mother or aunt. Either way, she always knew what to do with me. Another man close to me, who would be my uncle, although he would deny it, challenged my fighting skills and made me a better warrior.

Then there is my dear teacher and recently, father. He guarded me and raised me. He taught me so many things that I could not possibly list them.

Love. That is also a recent word I recently use. I love each and every one of you, a different type for certain people. Like many of the people of my life, I can't verbally say what I feel. Now I regret doing so.

I am sorry I ended my life, considering you all worked so hard to preserve it. Yet we all knew it wasn't possible to save me with out many of you dyeing. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened.

I am sorry for the grief I will cause you all, but it was something I had to do. Something that would save you all.

Your Basket Baby,

Mori.

-Fin-