Stonehenge and Some Kind of Monster
I was honesty just trying to give some friendly criticism to your criticism last chapter. And I haven't branded anyone as "war hawks", which seems vastly out of context. I was just trying to explain to you why I write the way I do so you might judge this story in a different light. I understand you're just trying to "help". But just what do you mean by, "I am trying to help you put some real creativity and artistry in Legends Never Die"? I can understand the artistry part but like I said before, I'm not trying to write a work of art here. But are you also saying this fic has no real creativity already? Because that's the message I'm getting. I'll have you know that when I came up with the idea for this fic while writing "The Lone Wolf" I spent six months planning out the main points and adding in the details to build up to them. Do you know how hard it is to build up on such an obscure character as the Legendary Super Saiyan? Maybe not because you're obviously not a DBZ fan so I'll explain itto you. He only had a half-minute appearance in the entire series and that was a very shadowy one. And once you get deep into researching him, coming up with how to add him to the story can cause many headaches. It's not as easy as just plopping him into the DBZ universe. Even now I'm constantly come up with new characters and situations and getting rid of others. Plus I have to keep up with the weekly update requirement I gave myself, something most authors don't give a rat's ass about. If you updated your fics every week you might understand. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because the ideas keep flying through my head. I've got a cold because of it!!! When someone puts that much time and effort into their work you don't ever, EVER say you want to help put some real creativity into it. I've even listened to some of your criticism. In fact it was your request for a more warlike setting and feeling that helped inspire Chaos Kai's Fallen Legion. I did that so the later part of the fic would have that element. So don't think for a second that I was ignoring you or spitting on your criticism. But I have to take a stand here because my friends have helped a lot with this fic and some of their ideas have put in. And many of those ideas were in the humor department, which you two ridiculed so much, so thank them for some of the good laughs. In fact one of them just gave me an idea for another way Marron can "discipline" Broly. I'm sure my true Dragonball (and that's without Z or GT on the end) fans will appreciate it. When you say it lacks creativity you insult all of us that have really helped on this. Maybe that's not what you meant but it sure as hell looks like it.
Also, I never said badly written fics are fun to read. I meant some of them are and those tend to be the humorous ones. In fact I think a few are on my favorites list. One of my favorites, though it's not on the list because I wasn't a registered member when I read it, had a terrible plot, was vastly overstretched, and relied heavily on the childish antics and stereotypes of the show's characters. But because it made me laugh to the point of tears I forgot about the bad stuff. My advice to you: get a sense of humor because you've asked for too much doom and gloom.
And I don't write to improve my skills I write because I like to write. And you should listen more carefully to Talon because he's been my tool for answering your criticism. When you asked why things are being stretched out without any action he explained that he was stalling for time. When you asked why the characters are being allowed to goof off so much he explained because he wanted to lure them into a false sense of security. He's the one who's holding back the Imperial forces because he knows how pointless it would be to attack head on. And I've used Claw to put your criticism into the fic. Like you, he doesn't want things so stretched out, he doesn't want the heroes to be so relaxed, he doesn't like watching everyone goof off, and he wants them to feel doomed 24/7. So before you tell me to read your criticism more carefully, you should listen more carefully to Talon and Claw. Listen to the Drakens!!!
Here's a tip. E-mail me, at ravenblack1019 at aol dot com, your suggestions on how you feel this fic can be improved in certain areas and I'll write you back saying how I may use it or how it might not work with how I plan to write this. Maybe then we can resolve a few issues without any flaming. The same goes for you Some Kind of Monster. Who knows, maybe you'll help bring another argument between Talon and Claw. But I'll tell you right now the humor, no matter how pointless you say it is, is going to stay. From what I've seen so far you've tried to make this a more serious fic and you just can't do that to a DBZ fic. It has its serious moments and its humorous ones. I made this one for the fans of the show so deal with it.
I ask that my other reviewers not attack Stonehenge for this. It may have been an honest mistake. And I don't like insult exchanges between my reviewers. We're here to read, not argue. But I request that you include in your next reviews a list off the reasons you're DBZ fans, because it seem to have eluded Stonehenge and a few others. And I ask that they take it maturely and don't use their usual simple reply of, "I don't care." That really does sound immature and unprofessional.
Anyway, my reasons are because it introduced me to anime and I wouldn't be writing fics right now if it hadn't hooked me. Plus I like the fighting, the humor, and especially the characters: primarily Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, and Broly.
Finally, just wait till the later parts of the fic, especially when Chaos Kai comes back. That's when it gets good. Everything else is just building up to it; both plot wise and character wise. The next series of chapters will focus more on the romance, especially between Falcon and Bra, Broly and Marron, and eventually Goten and his mystery girl so don't expect too many action sequences, though I will throw a few in. This is an action/adventure/ROMANCE. The relationships will play a key roll in the climax. But you can expect some chaos and "pointless humor" between Marron and Broly. It's for the fans so I suggest you put up with it. Besides, it should bring some new dimensions to Broly's character as he comes to grips with his feelings for Marron. And Falcon will also go through some "dramatic" changes. But you'll have to put up with everything else before you're rewarded with the explosive ending.
The devil of royal blood has spoken, now on with my fic. I hope it has enough creativity for everyone.
Chapter 49
Danik was nervous, very nervous. Barbarian raids were never to be underestimated in their savagery and sheer intensity. He'd personally seen the results of such raids when investigating an attacked village. It was always complete destruction, with the only survivors being forced into slavery under their barbarian captors. He definitely didn't want the same fate to befall his village.
He felt rather ashamed that Falcon had slipped by him so easily in the night, when Danik was supposed to be keeping watch. But he had fallen asleep and in doing so put the rest of the village at risk, including his wife and children. If Falcon hadn't sent word through the village, the last thing the guard would have seen was a barbarian weapon heading straight for his head. And he was sure the rest of his people would soon join him.
After the meeting, he and the other guards returned to their posts and were ordered to act as if they remained ignorant to what was happening outside. Some were faking sleep even though Danik knew none of them were the least bit sleepy anymore. He had taken a seat on a small stool and busied himself with the small snack his wife had given him. What he wouldn't give to be with his family right now than out here looking into the darkness that surrounded the village. He tried to eat the meager package but found his appetite was gone. But to try and calm his nerves, he placed some of it in his mouth anyway; just to chew on. He'd even given some to the three guards next to him and each did the same thing, simply took a little and chewed on it.
The rest of the village appeared peaceful and asleep but they all knew the warriors were in full battle gear and waiting with their families to head out to the village's defenses. Valick and his group were probably in position by now, waiting for the chief's group to pass by bellow them. Falcon and his group were planning to circle behind the largest barbarian group and attack their rear, hopefully scattering their forces. But until then he and the other guards would have to hold off the enemy's attacks.
The pale light of the sun now peeked over the hills. The attack would start soon. Danik's hands were trembling now, causing him to almost lose his group on the spear in his hands. Any minute now, they would come charging out from the hills. The guards would feign surprise and frantically sound the alarm. Then the village would suddenly come alive as the women and children fled to the shaman's tepee and the men joined their comrades on the walls.
Hopefully, there wouldn't be an attack from the rear.
The first thing he heard was a slight rumble, which would normally have been passed off as a heard of some beasts that made the steppes their home. But it steadily became louder. It was joined by bone-chilling cries and the sounds of weapons clanging against each other. Slowly, each guard rose to their feet and looked in the direction of the sounds.
Then they say them. They were an intimidating mass of muscles, weapons, and armor appearing to almost glide over the ground. Many were truly beautiful creatures, despite the weapons they carried. For a movement, the guards were paralyzed in a mix of fear and sheer awe. Finally, one of them came to his senses and stuck the alarm bell next to him. This in turn brought everyone else out of their trances. They formed up the best defensive lines they could without their reinforcements. But already, more village warriors were pouring from their houses.
((With Bra))
The Saiyan princess took a moment to check on the preparations made for the attack. After the meeting, she'd gone back to the shaman's tepee with a few other women and began setting up mats, food, and other supplies to keep the place reasonably comfortable for those that would seek shelter here. Outside, the shaman was placing a spell on the tepee to make it resistant to fire, as most barbarians relied on burning their victims out of their shelters.
She couldn't help but think where outside the walls Falcon was. One minute she was dreaming of kissing him, while actually kissing Ebony, on a beach. Ebony's had been in a field of flowers. The next thing she knew, Falcon had kicked Valick's door down and told them of the coming barbarian attack. Once again, he had amazed her with his unmatched fighting instincts.
Though she knew the alarm would start soon, it still caught surprise when it started ringing. What followed next were the frantic voices of the women as they fled from their houses, their children in tow, while their husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons rushed to the walls.
She headed outside to monitor those entering. The last thing they needed was to clog up the entrance to the tepee.
((With Trunks))
"Remember Trunks, keep your shield up. We are just to draw their forces to a certain area of the village," Kilana reminded.
"Okay," Trunks replied. He already knew he'd be safe from their arrows. He could easily dodge them.
As they came over the hill he caught his first look at the village. Just as the defenders had hoped, he thought the people were still asleep, unaware of he coming attack. He felt rather sorry for them, which was why Kilana and him were in the largest group. It was the one that wouldn't enter the village. Their job would be to prevent any escapes.
As they entered the flat ground that preceded the wall he could see more defenders scrambling onto the wall. Their response had been pretty quick considering they were caught by complete surprise. His instincts told him something was up.
"Shields up!!!" their leader, Jenauk, ordered. The warriors raised their circular shields and the arrows soon came raining down on them. The shields did their job most of the time, but a few barbarians did get hit, though none was fatal. Another wave soon followed.
Kilana grunted when one pierced her left arm just below the shoulder.
"You okay?" Trunks asked worriedly.
"Just a flesh wound," she replied. She then broke off the head and pulled the rest out of her.
When in range, the barbarians finally countered by hurling throwing axes and spears toward the walls. While most either bounced off or stuck in the wall, a few managed to find enemy flesh. The screams confirmed that. At the east wall, the defenders tried frantically to keep the barbarians from reaching the gate even though they knew this was all just a diversion.
((North of the village))
Tempest and his group were crouched at the beginning of the pass, waiting for the alarm in the village to be sounded. That was their signal to charge. The pass was a long, thin area on the land where the peaks of the hills lined up, creating a path through them. The only hill in the way was at the very end and it would be the one that concealed them from any defender's eyes. Unlike the ones attacking the village from the south and east, these barbarians had two ladders, carried by two in the group, for scaling the walls.
When they heard the alarm go off, they rose to their feet and charged, being careful not to let out any battle cries for fear of alerting the village to their presence. As they ran along the pass, none of them noticed the figures crawling on top of ten hills along the side of the pass. And they still didn't notice when those figures raised their bows.
They didn't immediately let their arrows fly. Valick had ordered them to let the barbarians pass. The idea was to pick them off one at a time from the back, forward as to not alert them to their presence. They would fire, then travel to the next hill and fire again. The three behind them would travel along and provide cover for them to retreat in case the barbarians should wise up and counterattack.
When the final barbarian passed, they let their arrows fly. The first hit the back of his right shoulder blade and was closely followed by two more to the lower back and left calf. Another pierced the right side of his upper back, getting him in the lung. The final blow came from one to the back of the head. His final sight was the next in front of him getting hit in the neck.
It wasn't until four of them were dead and two wounded that one of the archers missed and his arrow whizzed by the barbarian's head. He stopped to look at it but was quickly struck by four arrows in rapid succession. But before dieing, he committed one last deed for his tribe. "Ambush!!!"
Imagine the others' surprise when they turned around and saw seven of their comrades lying dead. By then the wounded had been finished off. They quickly tightened in defensive formation and raised their shields.
"The hills!!!" one of them yelled. They all looked up and saw Valick's men standing on top of the hills, defiantly firing their arrows at them in quick succession. There were only seven barbarians now, excluding their chief.
"Three of you follow me to the village. The rest of you deal with these pests!!!" Tempest ordered.
They quickly broke ranks and four continued toward the village while two ascended in each direction to attack the archers.
Seeing them coming, a few of the archers began to fall back but a few stood their ground and fired arrow after arrow toward the enemy, though most only hit their shields.
One of those archers had two of the barbarians heading straight for him. He let loose as many arrows as he could and most hit though the barbarians in their battle frenzy now didn't notice them. Fortunately, one of his comrades managed to hit one of them one the side of the head and the enraged warrior went down and rolled down the hill. But the second managed to reach the archer and cleaved him in half. But in sacrificing himself, the archer put the barbarian in perfect position for the backup archers to loose their arrows into the barbarian as he stood in victory over his last kill. The other two sent up met the same fates while only wounding one archer.
Tempest and the three that followed were approaching the final hill that stood in front of the village. Once they got over it nothing would be able to stop them. But standing on its peak was Valick glaring back at them, sword in hand.
Tempest growled and charged toward him, sword raised. Valick stepped to the side, avoiding the deadly weapon and countered with a thrust, which was deflected off Tempest's shields.
By then the other three joined in and Valick was forced on the defensive. He frantically dodged their axes and swords with no opportunity to counter.
He brought his sword up and stopped a downward swing from Tempest but was now wide open to the other barbarians. One of them readied his ax to cut through Valick's spine.
At that moment an arrow struck the ax-wielding barbarian at the base of his spine and he dropped his weapon. Now paralyzed from the waist down, he was helpless to stop the following arrows from piercing his body. Valick took that moment to drive himself forward, causing Tempest to stumble back.
As Tempest recovered to attack again he saw two archers on either side of Valick pointing their deadly projectiles at him.
"Leave our village in peace or else," Valick warned.
Tempest growled but as he looked at his one uninjured warrior helping up the other last survivor who had an arrow in his thigh, the chief knew he was beat. While he wanted to continue fighting, he knew his tribe would need him after this failure. So, he turned and lead his remaining two warriors back the way they came. He stopped and looked at Valick. "I don't know how you found out about us. But you somehow did and bested us. Your village shall never be troubled by us again."
Valick smirked. "You could say a pretty mean bird told us." He knew the chief would keep his word. When defeated, barbarians always honored those that beat them with proper respect and never wished to fight them again. The village would be safe from future attacks by the Thunder Tribe.
((Back at the village wall))
Trunks' suspicions were confirmed when he saw an arrow flying up from the area north of the village. One of the archers had accidentally let his go to soon.
"Kilana look!!!" he said, pointing to the arrow.
She followed his gaze and saw the arrow as it began its decent. "That is where the chief's group is."
"Which means they were attacked."
"But…how?"
"I don't know, but it's clear they've been expecting us. We should get out of here."
"I do not run from a battle," she replied defiantly, raising her shield to stop another arrow.
"This isn't a battle anymore Kilana. It's nothing but a big trap the villagers set up. If we stay here, we'll all be slaughtered."
"We will not retreat," a gruff voice said from behind him. Trunks turned around and saw Jenauk standing before him. "If Tempest has failed then it is up to us to take the village." He raised a horn and blew into it. The sound told the other barbarians their chief had been forced back and they must continue the attack. With new determination, they attacked the walls, trying to find ways to break it down or scale it. Some simply tried pulled pieces out.
"Kilana, I think they may attack our group as well. Why don't you and I pull back to check?" Trunks asked.
Kilana thought about it, ignoring a spear that grazed her hip. "Follow me." She started for the hills they had exited from and Trunks quickly followed.
((With Falcon))
When the alarm sounded, Falcon and his group started toward the rear of the main attack group. They had to move quickly to lessen the number of defenders killed. The plan was simple, spring forth from the hills and come down on the barbarians from behind, slicing their way through and breaking their ranks. But as they neared he noticed that Ebony had disappeared.
The red-haired demoness had spotted two barbarians pulling back from the battle. One was a female and the other was a male and by the mask he wore Ebony knew he was a rookie. She had broken away from the group and was now in the act of sneaking at them from the side. When she saw they had spotted Falcon's group, she flitted toward the female. The rookie would die after her.
Trunks and Kilana were trying to figure out how many were in the group. The dim light prevented them from identifying who was in it; otherwise Trunks would have been jumping with joy.
Suddenly, a red-haired, ebony-skinned woman appeared in front of them. Kilana instinctively brought her staff up and parried Ebony's sword. Ebony brought her sword back and thrust it forward, forcing Kilana to leap over her. As the barbarian came down, she swung her staff down on Ebony's shoulder, causing the rebel to grimace.
But she still had enough control to spin around and kick Kilana's stomach. Kilana stumbled back and Ebony charged forward with a downward diagonal swing to the left. Kilana recovered enough to sidestepped it and knee her opponent in the stomach. As Ebony doubled over Kilana brought her knee back down and brought it back up, connecting with Ebony's face. Ebony stumbled back and almost fell on her back. But she suddenly snapped back and managed a back flip, allowing her to land in a crouch. As Kilana charged to meet her opponent, Ebony threw her concealed dagger forward, piercing Kilana's already wounded shoulder.
When the barbarian paused from the pan that went through her body, Ebony leapt forward and punched Kilana with an uppercut to the chin, sending her falling to the ground. She raised her sword and went for the kill.
"No!!!"
Before Ebony could react, Trunks kicked her stomach in a roundhouse kick that sent her tumbling down the hill. As she stumbled to her feet, Trunks came rushing in and used a ki shockwave to knock her back to the ground. Now it was his turn to go for the kill. As he raised his sword to finish her, there was a flash of red in front of him before something slammed into his face with such force it shattered his mask and sent him to the ground.
When he opened his eyes he saw himself looking down the blade of a sword. But at the end of it he saw two familiar piercing, yet surprised eyes. His heart skipped a beat. "F-Falcon?!"
When Falcon arrived on the scene, a masked barbarian was about to finish Ebony off. So he flitted in and elbowed the masked one right in the face, shattering the mask. He'd gone in for the kill when he saw the barbarian's face. Fortunately, he was a skilled enough swordsman to stop his sword before it impaled the half-breed's face. He thought at first it might be a trick but when the Trunks look-alike opened his eyes he saw it was no illusion. "F-Falcon?!"
"Trunks?" Falcon replied. They just stayed in place, looking at each other.
Falcon's eyes suddenly narrowed and he pulled back just in time to avoid Kilana's staff. With lightning fast, speed he kicked her weapon from her hand, spun around behind her, and placed his sword against her neck.
"Don't hurt her!!!" Trunks yelled getting to his feet.
Falcon looked at him then back at the female in his arms. "Watch her Ebony," he ordered.
Ebony nodded and began binding Kilana's hands with a cord she had on her.
Falcon looked at Trunks. "You've got some explaining to do."
"I'm happy to see you to Falcon," Trunks replied dryly.
"Falcon, the battle's still raging over there," Ebony said, finishing the knot behind Kilana.
"Trunks, why are you not fighting them?" she asked.
"Kilana, this is Falcon. He's one of my friends from Earth," Trunks replied.
Falcon flitted to the top of a hill and looked at the battle raging beneath him. Without his leadership, the rest of his group had been forced back and the barbarians were trying to break the gate down. He wanted some explaining from Trunks so he raised his hand and gathered ki in it. He threw it into the barbarian ranks and it went off with a mighty explosion that shook the ground. Barbarian bodies and body parts flew high into the air.
The survivors hit the dirt and for a while could see nothing through the dense cloud of dust kicked up by the explosion. But as it slowly cleared and they got to their feet, a lone figure could be seen standing among them. In the confusion, Falcon had flitted toward the area in front of the gate. Now barbarians surrounded him.
"Leave now or else," Falcon said in a calm yet cold voice.
Shuden glared at him. "Who are you to order us around?"
"I'm Shadow Reaper."
Shuden and a few others took a step or two back. They'd all heard of Shadow Reaper, the fierce warrior who could defeat entire armies single-handedly. The one who had allied himself with the Shadow Tribe, which were now favorites to win the next tournament for head god.
"Shadow Reaper is a giant among demons. You are barely taller than our women," a young barbarian warrior said, stepping forward with an ax in hand.
Falcon didn't even look at him.
"Any one on of us can beat him. We all have the backing of our god, Raikhan, behind us. And he will give me the strength to smite this deceiver."
Before he could even move, Falcon's blade pressed hard against his stomach though it only drew a few drops of blood.
"You should never trust a god to give you strength for a challenge. In the end, you're the one swinging the weapon, not him." With that Falcon pulled his blade fast and viscously to the side, causing the length of the blade to cut deeper and deeper into the barbarian until it simply sliced him in half.
The others stood around with gaping mouths, marveling at how swiftly Falcon moved.
"Now leave," Falcon warned.
The barbarians stared defiantly at him but when they took a second look at the crater his first blast had created, then at the young barbarian he'd slain so efficiently they thought it best for the tribe that they live. Picking up their wounded, they turned and retreated from the village while the defenders cheered.
((With Bra))
Bra fell on her butt when a huge explosion suddenly shook the ground. She scrambled to her feet and headed outside, where a great cloud of dust had risen in the air. She and others looked around in confusion, wondering what could have caused it. Then she heard an all to familiar voice in the distance and smiled. When the cheers started she knew they had won.
She hurried toward the gate, where Falcon's group had just arrived to the cheers of those on the walls.
As she approached them she found Falcon with Ebony, who was escorting a tied up female barbarian and "Trunks?!"
That sounded like Bra Trunks thought when he heard the voice. He looked to where it came from and froze. For a few minutes, brother and sister stood in place staring into each other's blue eyes, passed to them by their mother. But when she fully realized it was her big brother standing there, Bra's eyes started welling up with tears. Unable to find her voice she ran forward. "Trunks!!!"
Trunks' mouth spread into a smile. "Bra!!!"
She ran to him and threw her arms against his neck in a tight hug that almost left him unable to breath. But he didn't care. This was his little sister, someone he thought he wouldn't see for a long time. Having been overcome with joy, he suddenly realized his sister was in Demon World as well.
He pulled back. "Bra what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same from you big brother," she replied with a grin.
"Yes, just what are you doing here?" Falcon asked.
"It's a long story," Trunks replied.
"Which you could probably tell while you wait for the portal to be opened," the shaman said as he walked up to them. Valick was at his side.
"Portal?" Trunks asked.
"Yep, he's going to open a portal home for us. I'm sure Pan's going to freak and mom's going to have a heart attack when you get back. And when dad recovers he'll most likely ask what took you so long to get back," Bra teased.
"You all can wait at my place," said Valick.
"What should we do with the prisoner?" Ebony asked, motioning to Kilana.
"Could you maybe let her go? She's a friend of mine," Trunks asked.
"Can she be trusted?" Ebony asked.
"Well, there's no reason for her to fight, is there Kilana?" he asked.
"My tribe does not take back prisoners," she replied.
"See, she has nowhere else to go."
"All right," Ebony said before cutting the ropes that bound Kilana.
Kilana rubbed her wrists, looking around suspiciously.
Bra walked up to her. "So you've become very close to my brother?" she asked.
"Yes. We've become good friends," Kilana replied suspiciously.
Bra looked at her brother, and then looked Kilana up and down. She then walked to Trunks and slapped him.
"What was that for?" Trunks asked, rubbing the red mark on his cheek.
"You should be ashamed of yourself Trunks Brief!!!" Others around them snickered, "Pan's been worried sick about you since you died and you've been here this entire time with some barbarian girl!!!" she roared.
Trunks looked at his sister like she was crazy for a few seconds but then it dawned on him what she meant. "It's nothing like that Bra. She's just a friend"
Bra gave him a suspicious look. Male Saiyans were notorious for lying when it came to females. So, she turned back to Kilana and walked up to her. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?" replied Kilana.
"Have you slept with my brother?"
"Bra!!!" Trunks said in surprise.
Kilana was obviously caught off guard by the question, both by its unexpectedness and bluntness. She finally got her voice back. "Of coarse I have not. Why in Raikhan's name would I want to bed with him?!" she asked, pointing to Trunks.
Trunks didn't know whether to feel grateful to Kilana for defending him or insulted by her question.
"Good enough for me," Bra said cheerfully.
"Are you all done?" Falcon asked.
"Yeah I'm getting hungry," Valick added.
"I guess we can explain everything over breakfast," Bra said.
Trunks nodded in agreement. Like any good Saiyan, he was starving.
So they headed back to Valick's house where Milana, Nisa, and Ebony cooked up a celebration breakfast. Bra told Trunks about how she and Falcon had left to find an antidote for Vegeta, and showed him the glowing green liquid. She then told him about Heavy Blaze and proudly showed off the dragon's heart to everyone. The story went to Oakrendoe, though she left out the part about admitting her feelings for Falcon to herself, and then went on to Paradise Lost City. Finally she told Trunks about the rebel base and big battle at Fortress Black Cloud, particularly the duel between Falcon and Azure, which immediately caught Kilana's attention. It was the first news about her only love she'd heard since they went their separate ways. Bra then told him why they came here and showed off her tattoo and the potion that would grow back everyone's tails.
"So how did you get here Trunks?" she asked.
"Well, I was training in Other World when this mysterious guy…"
"Did he wear a robe with a hood?" Falcon asked, interrupting Trunks.
"Um…yeah," Trunks answered.
"I figured it was him when I saw you, go on."
"Wait, who are you talking about?" Bra asked.
"Some guy brought me to a portal to Demon World in Other World," replied Trunks.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know. He had a hood on so I never got a look on his face. But I think he's on our side."
"So what happened after you arrived here?"
"Well…" and Trunks told them about the many adventures he'd had with the Thunder Tribe and how Kilana had helped him.
"Hey Kilana, why don't you come with us?" Bra asked.
"What?" Kilana questioned.
"You said yourself you could never go back to your tribe. And we need all the help we can get back on Earth."
Kilana thought about it. What future could she have in Demon World? It was unlikely she would find Azure and her tribe wouldn't take her back after she was captured. And here she was being offered the chance to go to another world. "What is it like?"
"Well, there's an entire invasion force of Imperials, but I think once my dad gets on his feet we can take care of them. But other than that, it's way better than this world. No offense," said Bra.
"Believe me, I think any place would be better than this world," Valick replied.
"So, how bout it Kilana?"
"Very well. I will accompany you back to your world. Thank you," Kilana said.
"Trust me, you'll like it there," Trunks assured.
"Excuse me," a voice said at the door, making everyone look at the villager standing there.
"What's up?" asked Valick.
"The portal's ready," he replied.
Valick looked back at those going to Earth.
Bra stood up. "Well what are we waiting for?"
Trunks nodded in agreement and he, Falcon, and Kilana stood up and followed the princess out the door. Ebony, Valick, and his family followed.
As promised, a purple portal now occupied the middle of the shaman's tepee.
"Well, I guess this is good bye," Ebony said. She and Bra shared a hug. "Good luck with Falcon," she whispered into Bra's ear.
"Do you really think I can do it?" Bra asked.
"Of coarse I do. You're beautiful, smart, determined," she smirked, "and a good kisser."
Bra blushed. "Thanks, I guess."
Valick placed a hand on Falcon's shoulder. "Remember Falcon. The big guy himself is in the Living World now. It's up to you and your new friends to get him for us. Then maybe we can end this war."
Falcon nodded. He then felt a tug on his pant leg and looked down. Valick's son Falcon, who'd Valick named after his Saiyan ally, was looking back up to him. "Yes?" Falcon asked.
"Are you going to get rid of all the mean monsters my dad's been fighting?"
"Yes," Falcon replied. Though I'm the real monster.
The child smiled back at him and let go.
"Is everyone ready?" Trunks asked.
Bra nodded after picking up the sack that carried the potions and antidote.
"Let's go then," Falcon said. He walked into the portal follower by Bra, Trunks, and their newest ally, Kilana. They said farewell to the challenges of Demon World and went back to the war on Earth, where their loved ones waited.
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