Sakura...?
Sakura blossoms cascaded lazily down from a hazy blue sky, obscuring the halo of sunlight radiating down and making the pink blossoms transparent as they continued their long, graceful journey down to the ground. He turned his head, feeling light, weightless. Opening his eyes, to see those rosy, fragrant blossoms making soft pillows of petals of the ground.
Is this... Nirvana...?
"Look what the cat dragged in, hm hm," A faint, yet scathingly familiar voice came from the distance, as he blinked again and took a deep breath of the heavily fragranced air.
"Already? Pity. I suppose he failed, then."
Tien sat up, looking down at himself and feeling the fabric of his uniform, the green crane gi with yellow sleeves. He looked at his hands, his two hands...
Kill...! Kill all Saiyans!
A voice seethed in his ear, as he curled his fingers and shook his mind free of the lingering thoughts.
"What brings you to Paradise, boy?"
Tien looked up quickly, finding his light body could move fluidly, he stood on the soft floor of flowers and looked around himself frantically.
"Master Shen?! Master Tao?!"
There was a soft chuckle, then a breeze that whipped the blossoms around violently.
"I'm-- I'm in Paradise? Nirvana? Why!?" He cried out, whirling around as the petals spun faster, at a dizzying pace.
"Where's Chiaotzu?"
"Your little friend is not here. We're all here though, just like old times, eh?"
The voices bounced off the breeze and faded, as Tien stopped whirling and stared. He saw his back, KILLYOU; It said. A braid of black hair with a red ribbon. Tien's heart raced wildly in his chest, his... chest? He placed his hand there and felt that his body was solid, where before it had been formless in limbo where he had stayed, lingering in a state of torment remembering every wrongdoing he had ever done.
"But why am I here? I'm a sinner!" He cried out, hearing the grating cackle, seeing the lowered nape of a blue-haired man with a black cap.
"We've all got our demons. Some of us are demons." Master Shen said coldly, waving one hand and scoffing.
"Where is everyone? Goku!? Krillin!?" He screamed, flying up and attempting to look around at the vast world which was only cherry blossom trees, the fragrance so heavy and cloying it made him cough.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I should have been there for you Goku! I should have saved you, Krillin!!"
His scream was muffled on the thickened air; it did not carry and echo as it should have. It was as if all sound were cut off; trapped in a bubble.
"Oh that's right, your precious friends... I should have known, traitor to the Cranes." Shen scoffed, slowly turning and looking up at him with a grimace through his dark sunglasses.
Mercenary Tao turned, looking up with his narrowed almond eyes, and scoffed as well.
"What wasted potential, don't tell me you died trying to 'save the world' for those fools."
There was another low laugh, as a figure came out of the thick petals.
"Tell us; how did you come to the next world? Selfless sacrifice? Perhaps, a martyr? How noble. How kind of you to come." Demon King Piccolo came out of the midst, glaring up at him and snarling.
Tien looked at them all with bafflement; Why are they here in Nirvana? They're no saints... Each one of them has wronged me in one way or another...
"I died because I became corrupted by the power of my third eye. It changed me, I wasn't myself! I shouldn't be here! I should be in hell, as should all of you!"
He screamed, pulling away the suffocating layers of his gi. The scratch on his chest where Cyborg Mercenary Tao had scarred him was still there, bleeding. Tien looked down and touched it, pulling his hand away and staring at the brilliant red blood that slowly became black on his palm.
"My blood... why? I shouldn't be bleeding... This is some type of mistake!" He clenched his fist and the dark blood seeped through his fingers, as he glared down at all the figures below, who laughed at his misery.
"You should all be dead!!"
He screamed, as they slowly walked forward, and the sky darkened to billowing clouds of dark violet, lightning crackling across the atmosphere.
Tien clutched his arm and screamed in agony as it fell away, broken. Bone jutted out starkly in a white, jagged shard where Raditz had broken his arm.
"Ouch. That's a ghastly wound. It'll be hard to fight like that, Tien Shinhan." Shen chuckled, clenching and loosening his fist as he moved his leg upwards to the crane pose. Ink-like slime seeped from his eyes where the dark lenses were, and they melted away until all that remained were black teary chasms where his eyes should have been.
"We've been waiting for you, for our final rematch. Don't you think we've earned one? You've always been cursed by your forgiving nature... Do you forgive us?"
Tien looked frantically, at Mercenary Tao who grinned, then laughed so wildly his jaw seemed to come unhinged. His eye became a round red lense, his arms became metal limbs and a blade came out and spinned from his forearm.
"It wasn't a fair match! I say I deserve a rematch, for old times sake?"
Tien gasped, flinching back from the shining glint in the darkness; the glow of the robotic eye. The sky darkened furthermore and there was a low, rumbling laugh, as he turned to see King Piccolo's form enlarging, growing taller until he towered over him and chuckled maliciously.
"Now whose captured in a jar? Can't get out, like a fly buzzing about aimlessly, suffocating in it's own filth... " He said darkly, grinning with his long, white fangs that dripped with a channel of purple blood that fell down to the ground with a splash; melting the flower petals like acid, making a vast chasm in the ground. The earth split, and a bevy of lost souls burst free, howling as they were released.
"This... this isn't Nirvana! This is Hell!" Tien screamed, his eyes widening as the souls raced past him, circling.
"Those are the souls of the ones you deceived, the ones you slaughtered in your beastial state. Do you think they will forgive you...?" Shen spoke again, with a harsh cough. Murky liquid sputtered from his lips, then the black skeletons of birds erupted from his mouth and flew around Tien, screeching as they tore at his skin with their sharp talons and beaks. He batted them away frantically, becoming covered with bleeding lacerations.
"It's time for your final decision, Shinhan. Who are you? Are you one of us? Or one of them?" Tao whispered sharply, his hair came away from his braid and lashed on the air, as he advanced, releasing his metal hand and opening a cannon in his artificial arm.
"I'm one of them! I fight for good!" Tien shouted, but as he did he heard his own voice and shuddered, at the low, grating quality of it that was demonic.
"Demon. You are of demon blood. You are strong, powerful. Do not cast away your true nature." King Piccolo said, and as he knelt down to observe him closer, his eyes became red and glowing. He hissed, "Demon..."
"NO! I'm not a demon! I'm not!" Tien cried out, as he felt the change in his body, arms sprouted from his back painfully and he screamed as his muscles enlarged, his eyes opened wide and his vision was red with blood.
"Saiyan!" He grunted, gutteral.
"Kill Saiyans!" Tien clutched his face in his hands and screamed, digging his fingernails into his face until his skin spilt and began to bleed, he screamed in agony as the whisper still lingered there in his mind, calling to him in a rasping voice.
Son, return to us. Come home to sanctuary... See your true nature, your true power, Gemini! Gemini! You must seek out revenge on all Saiyans! Kill those who took your vessel, find her, bring her home!
Tien screamed in sheer agony as his third eye pulsed, vibrating in his flesh. He felt a rumbling coming from deep within him, shaking him to his core as his true nature called out to be released.
"No... I won't... give in!" He grunted, then all around him he felt pain, as he opened his eyes he felt the lashing blades; the claws of hatred tearing at his skin as his opponents attacked him.
He tried to see through the haze of blood, blinking as he felt the pain of his wounds over and over, as Mercenary Tao slashed him, each arm was broken off and torn away with a sickening crunch as King Piccolo dismembered him, holding him like a doll. He felt the pain of blows hitting him as Shen kicked and hit him brutally, then stabbed his fingers into his eyes and clutched his skull with the back of his hand.
"Shall we tear these out of your skull!? Maybe then you will see, you only require one eye, don't you?" He cackled, and with a violent tug he scooped his eyeballs from the sockets and roared with laughter as they came away like wet grapes on his fingers. Tien fell to his knees and sobbed, feeling the aching throb in his skull where his tears ran from the gaping wounds.
"STOP! STOP! I'M SORRY! I FORGIVE YOU!" He cried out in despair, as his body was torn to shreds by the black-boned birds, his innards torn out by the souls that danced and carried them through the sky, singing a haunting tune.
"Open your eye! Open your EYE!" King Piccolo roared, and Tien opened his one remaining eye to see the world around him, that was black at the edges as blood ran over his pupil, drenching all in rosy colored glass.
"Help me! Help!" Tien sobbed, as his body was washed away in the purple river of acid, and only his third eye remained.
"Make love to me... Make love to me, Tien..." A sultry voice whispered; and in the dark violet waves he saw her lying there, blonde waves swirling with the water as she grinned, her green eyes sparkling.
"I want you, don't you want me...? Tien..."
"Launch!" Tien belted out, his disembodied soul found its bearings and he looked down at himself, his body that was young, virile, taut.
"Take me... Oh, Tien.."
He stumbled towards her, taking her lithe form in his arms and kissed her, as she wrapped her legs around him like warm liquid, her body moulded to his. Tien growled into her mouth as he squeezed her, feeling her body and thrusting into her, as Launch moaned wantonly, tilting her head back and groaning with pleasure as they fell into the dark waves, writhing; weightless as he thrashed against her.
Tien felt pain, pleasure, so full within his veins it throbbed and he screamed with his desire, pulling back and gripping her firmly to him as their bodies careened down to the darkest pit, he stared into her eyes as they slowly faded from emerald to red; and her sorrowful moan met his ears.
"You left me... You left me... You threw me away... You used me!! "
She screeched in her rage, as her teeth elongated until they were fangs, her eyes became dark, blood-red. Launch snarled, as dark fur covered her body and she lashed against his body painfully.
"No, Launch, I didn't want you to get hurt! I love you!"
"LIES! YOU HURT ME!!"
She cried, and slashed him across his cheek with her nails, and they finally passed through the dark abyss and into the fire, Tien reached up as she became innocent once again, looking down with her soft violet eyes, her blue curls with tears in her eyes, as he fell into the fire.
"I'm sorry! Launch! Please forgive me! I will spend all eternity begging for your forgiveness! Launch!"
Tien screamed as he fell, and landed at last on something solid. He opened his eyes to see Raditz, kneeling over him, holding him in the palm of his hand. He was large, looming before the fires of hell; his dark eyes, murky black pools of hatred.
"Tien Shinhan... You do not deserve to live." He said lowly, his cutting voice, hissing. Raditz's fingers clutched tightly around him, as his hair became a dark, reddened flame in the light, and he bared his teeth, which became longer and more deadly as he growled.
"You hurt her, the one woman you so desperately wanted; you are cruel. You are corrupt; I should crush your body in my hands until each drop of blood is eked from your veins, then runs down my fingertips..." Raditz hissed, as he squeezed him tighter and tighter in his hand. Tien struggled, watching in fear as long, black horns grew and jutted from Raditz's brow, curling inward to deadly points.
Tien closed his eyes and sobbed, feeling his bones gradually starting to give; he was ready to die. He deserved to die for what he had done.
"Why do you not fight? Why do you cry?" Raditz seethed, tilting his head and licking his teeth as he watched Tien weakening in his grip.
"I deserved to die by your hand, you had every right to kill me, Raditz. You could never forgive me for what I did to Launch..." Tien sobbed out, then he felt a hot sigh of breath wash over him.
"No." Raditz echoed, he opened his eyes and saw the goodness in him that could not be corrupted as the demon form faded away and he became softly aglow with golden light, smiling. His grey vignette eyes so warm, so full of accepance.
Raditz's palm opened and he moved it to place over his heart, then held Tien there and looked down at him pressed to his warm skin, against the beating of his immense heart.
"I shall forgive you... I will not hold resentment, for that is a sin. You will be burned in the fires of damnation for all eternity, if you cannot."
Tien sobbed hopelessly, feeling he did not deserve forgiveness.
"But why? Why would you forgive me? You have every right to hate me!" He cried, clutching to the warm embrace as Raditz's large hand stroked his back.
"All men deserve forgiveness, can you forgive? Will you spite me now; that I have claimed what you discarded?" Raditz said, and pulled Tien back to look upon him. Tien's eyes watered with tears and he shook his head, falling to his knees.
"No! I forgive you... Raditz, I am sorry."
"Then go, back." He spoke, and Tien looked around him and gasped, as the world became a colorless void; and he fell.
Silence. Then, the noises of life; people casually chattering. Birds chirping...
"Next!"
He blinked, feeling his face and marvelling, his eyes were all there, his skin, all intact.
"Next!!" Tien blinked, and looked around. A small blue skinned man stood before him, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Come on, we don't have all eternity!"
Tien gulped, and stepped forward hesitantly. The little ogre pushed him along quickly, whispering sharply.
"Now go, and be respectful! This is your last shot!" The little man said, and shoved him. Tien stumbled into the room and looked around in wonder.
"Tien...Shinhan. Death by Spontaneous Combustion. That's rare." A voice suddenly boomed, he looked up quickly to see the large red-skinned man towering above him. Tien fell to his knees and bowed fervently.
"K-King Yemma... Sir!" He sputtered, in reverence.
"Up. I am not your precious God." He said, placing his bearded face in his large palm and sighing.
Tien stood, clasping his hands behind his back respectfully.
"Now, it says here that you died in battle... After we have reviewed your life, we have decided that you shall go on to Nirvana, if that is your wish. The better part of your life was spent as a holy man, until the corruption changed you. You will find that the evil eye you possessed now is simply that; an eye."
King Yemma said, pointing to his forehead. Tien felt his own, feeling the familiar mutation there. But, the heaviness was gone. His mind was clear, light.
"I can go... to Nirvana? Me?" He said softly, and looked up with tears in his eyes. King Yemma sighed and tapped his pencil impatiently.
"Whenever you're ready. You can go to the waiting room through that door, they will call your name when it's your time." He said, pointing to the near door labelled Nirvana, the other, Hell.
"I... was in Hell?" He mumbled, shivering.
"You spent a short term in Purgatory. The price all mortals pay, until their atonement. You've apologized for your sins, and now it's time to go. To Nirvana."
Tien shook his head defiantly and sobbed.
"No...I! I! Want to live! I will spend my entire life atoning for my sins! Please! I beg you, I must go back to Earth! They need me!" He begged, falling to his knees. King Yemma sighed, and shrugged.
"You're that little bald man's friend...? Well, two bald little men came through this way. I assume you'd like to go with them." He said, blinking as if bored.
Tien gasped, feeling his heart aching.
"C-Chiaotzu... and Krillin..?"
King Yemma nodded.
"They're receiving special training. But you'll have to go down Snake Way, I warn you, it's an arduous journey...well, actually--" King Yemma sighed.
"...It's under construction at the moment. Some goof tied the whole thing up, Son Goku or...whatever. You can take the stairs." He muttered, and waved him off.
Tien suddenly laughed, feeling light as a feather. "You say, Goku.. did that?" He laughed again, feeling his insides warming.
"Yes... Now, get going. King Kai will be waiting." He said, and an ogre ushered him out of the room quickly, pointing to the stairway.
"I hope you can fly, the stairs only go so far." The little man snipped, unlatching the velvet rope. Tien nodded, "Yes... I can fly... Thank you! Thank you so much!" He cried out, and hugged the little man, who squirmed and slapped at him.
"Don't thank me! Sheesh! What's with you warrior types!?"
He gave him a little push and Tien walked down the stairs quickly, grinning all the while.
The E.R in East City was bustling with activity as always on a hot summer day, with people coming in from various freak accidents, broken limbs, domestic disputes, car accidents, gun shot wounds; you name it. It was a mad house. A short, particularly fat, middle-aged couple stood at the counter, attempting to reach the service bell.
"Dang it, we're too short!" The fat man with a green cap grumbled, coming down and scratching his stubbly cheek.
"Well, you better think of something!" His even smaller wife squeaked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Couldn't ya have shown the goods a bit more? No one's gonna let in Mother Theresa here!" The man said, and yanked down the front of her shirt to show some more cleavage.
"Hey! You pervert!" She squealed, and slapped him, making the man make a snorting sound.
"Here, pick me up!" She ordered, putting her arms out. He grumbled and lifted her onto his shoulders, grunting.
"Jeez Louise, lay off the meow mix Garfield!" He grunted, as he struggled to hold her. She rang the bell immediately, pounding the little bell until the secretary opened the glass window and screamed, "Fill out the form and wait your turn!"
The little woman huffed and jumped up onto the counter.
"I'm here to see my son, Yamcha-- uh, Yamcha Jones! Yeah! We're his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jones!" She squeaked, small blue ears suddenly popping onto the top of her head.
"Yes, there's a Yamcha here, no last name given. Could I have proof of identity?"
The little lady stuttered, reaching around to her purse. "Of- Of course!"
She then yanked on the man's ear, to which he snorted and poofed into a small I.D., that was relatively fat. It also had a curly-Q tail. She handed it to the lady, who looked at it with speculation.
"Hmm... Is this some kind of foreign I.D.?" She said, pulling on the tail and making it make a squealing sound.
"Umm.. Yes! That's the new feature, so that you can always find it! It oinks!"
With that, the I.D. oinked; and the secretary dropped it quickly as if it were filthy, and rubbed hand sanitizer on her hands briskly with a small shudder.
"Things look about right, you can go and see him. He's in room 12, resting."
"T-Thank you!" The small couple shouted, and took off running in a small cloud into the recovery wing. They approached the door labeled number 12, and once inside, Oolong and Puar popped back into their normal shapes, panting heavily.
"Whoo! That was close!" Oolong panted, still recovering from his brief stint as an Identification card.
"Hey... you guys made it..." Yamcha said in a raspy voice, Puar flew to his side immediately, sobbing.
"Oh, Yamcha! I was so scared!!" He said, wrapping his arms around his neck as Yamcha blinked wearily.
"Hey kiddo, how's things?" Oolong said, coming to the side of the bed, then looking down with a somber expression.
Yamcha grunted and struggled to sit up, then pressed the button on the bed remote to make it angle upwards.
There was an I.V drip to the right of him and he looked somewhat pale, but he still had a small sideways smirk.
"Heh... Guess I overdid it with the booze... alcohol poisoning and severe dehydration... " He said with a small cough, rolling his eyes.
"Yamcha... really?" Puar asked sadly, putting his paw on Yamcha's hand. Yamcha closed his eyes and shrugged.
"Well, I was hoping I wouldn't wake up, guess I'm not so lucky." He said with a self-deprecating laugh, and coughed again. Puar frowned, shaking his head.
"Don't say that! That's horrible!"
"Yeah, what's a kid like you got to be worried about?" Oolong said with a snort.
Yamcha looked down at his lap and sighed, "Alot, unfortunately..."
Puar looked to Oolong and huffed, crossing his arms. Oolong jumped a little then his ears drooped when he remembered what Puar had said about why Yamcha fainted.
"Oh, uh... my bad. I'll go wait outside..." He mumbled, and shuffled out the door.
"He's right, you know. A guy my age shouldn't have anything to worry about. I should be living the good life, instead I'm here. Wishing I was dead. I should be dead with everyone else..." He said, and sobbed, holding his face in his palms and shaking his head.
Puar rubbed his shoulder and sighed, "That's not true! Think of it this way, you could help look after things while they're gone! Get back on your feet and get stronger!" Puar said, to try and encourage him. Yamcha paused, wiping his eyes. He furrowed his brow and grimaced.
"Yeah, like Bulma? What about her, she's with Vegeta... I just know there's something going on there, If I find out he's even touched her, I'll--"
"Yamcha, Jones?" The door opened and he paused, looking up.
"Yes..?" He said, slightly confused. He looked to Puar, and the little cat shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
A nurse walked in, holding a clipboard.
"We're moving you to a new room overnight, it should be about two or three days until you can be cleared to go home. How are you feeling?"
"I'm tired... I think I'd like to just go to sleep now." He said, and lowered his head. Puar looked down and sighed, the nurse noticed him and cocked her head curiously.
"Is that your kitty cat?" She asked, her large blue eyes sparkling. Yamcha frowned, looking to Puar. He gave him a weak wink and Puar sighed, then looked to the young, pretty nurse and crawled on all fours.
"Meow? Mrrrow?" He said, rubbing against her. "Awwwh! What a cute wittle kitty!" She giggled, picking him up and snuggling him until he squeaked. She petted his head vigorously until his eyelids pulled back, giggling.
"Nurse?" A man's head popped in the door, and she gasped, hiding Puar under her blouse before turning around. The doctor's eyes bulged at her apparent sudden pregnancy and stuttered, "Uh, the ambulance is here to transport the patient to our other facility... Would you accompany him?" She nodded quickly, and he closed the door.
Puar scrambled out of her shirt, blushing brightly and flew back over to Yamcha. The nurse giggled and fluffed her shoulder-length curly, brown hair.
"My name is Miyuki! I'll be taking care of you for the next few days, Yamucha~." She said with a giggle, and Yamcha's cheeks turned cherry red as she came closer and rolled over a wheelchair for him.
"T-Thank y-you... " He stuttered, his eyes looking oddly dazed as she helped him into the chair, and Puar crawled onto his lap. She eyed him for a second, then placed a blanket over his lap to hide Puar and whispered in his ear as she began rolling him out of the room, "Psst, what kind of cat food does she like?"
Yamcha stuttered to answer, but Puar piped up from under the blanket.
"I'll have you know I'm a boy! And, uh... meow mix!" He said, seeming bashful as he hid under the blanket and quivered.
"Ok! I have kitties at home! Three of them!" She said, with a giggle. Yamcha gulped, his doofy eyes widened as he reclined in the chair, looking up at her as she pushed him down the hall, humming.
This hospital life sounds like it's gonna be great... He thought to himself, and grinned.
Master Roshi wiggled the door handle, then knocked again, grumbling.
"Come on out! It can't be that bad!" He grumbled, his hands on his hips.
"Is it just you there...? " A nervous voice responded, and Roshi rolled his eyes.
"Yep, come on Raditz, we're both men here, nuthin' to be embarrassed about. I gotta get going to see Yamcha. Now, Come. Out!" He said, and pulled the door open.
"Aahhh!" Raditz yelped, and quickly censored himself. Master Roshi sputtered, backing up and removing his sunglasses. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes.
"Errr... Well that will certainly catch her attention!" He said, awkwardly and looked away quickly, shaking his head.
"You think so...?" He asked, gulping nervously as he looked at himself in the mirror and turned.
"I know so! Now go on, Tarzan go get Jane!" Roshi chuckled, and nudged him with his cane. Raditz stumbled out of the bathroom, crouching and looking around conspicuously for anyone else in the house. Master Roshi grabbed his tail and yanked him back outside, pushing him back over to the turtle shell weights.
"There, now get liftin'! This is your new training, lift those shells til' she comes outside, and If she don't, welp, lift em' till ya can't no more! I gotta go, good luck!" Roshi said, tottering off to get onto Turtle, then floating off into the water. Raditz exhaled sharply, quivering as he walked over and picked the shells up by the neck holes, then grunted as he began lifting them easily with each arm.
I have a feeling that this will not go quite as Master Roshi saw in that dirty movie... I'm not expecting anything like that... I simply wanted to cheer her up, but I suppose the old man must have some experience with women, he's so ancient...he must have been with thousands of women!
Raditz exhaled sharply as he lowered the weights again, then got down on one knee and began doing lunges while he was at it.
May as well keep in shape anyhow... This is a good workout! I have to admit that these Earthling garments are much more comfortable than space spandex... So much freedom to move around! Perhaps I will keep these...
He thought to himself, as he focused on his training. Raditz got into the zone of doing repetitions, calming himself as he worked his muscle, staring off into the horizon with a relaxed demeanor as he slowly forgot why Master Roshi made him wear the strange underwear...
Launch sighed as she stared at the door handle, feeling frustrated. She picked up her semi automatic and hefted it, it seemed to always give her confidence, and she really needed it right about now. She took a deep breath and opened the door, expecting Raditz to be there, with his arms crossed, waiting stubbornly for her to open the door, but, he wasn't...
That's odd. He never came back to apologize? I thought for sure he would after the guilty look he had on his face... Poor guy. I didn't mean to smack him so hard, but man, this Saiyan strength is crazy!
She looked around and sighed, then smoothed out her hot pink bandeau dress that went down to mid-thigh and blushed. She didn't know why she felt like looking so much like a girly girl all the sudden, she'd always been a tomboy. But, for whatever reason after Raditz complimented her on her cooking, and told her that she was alot like the other Launch, she felt maybe it wouldn't be so strange for her to wear a dress. After all, she was a girl. So why the hell not?
Launch came down the stairs and looked around, she had heard lots of weird noise earlier like Master Roshi was beating on Raditz or something, but that couldn't be, the man was so strong... but, he wouldn't ever actually hurt Master Roshi.
She was beginning to see that he wasn't such the beast that she thought before, he was actually surprisingly gentle and kind. She smiled, and for a moment she thought of Tien as she looked at her feet in the strappy black sandals, with her toenails painted red. Tien was kind. He was always so patient with me, no matter how nuts I drove him...
She laughed softly to herself and walked over to the refrigerator, taking out a pitcher of cold water. Launch turned to the cupboard and began making a large pitcher of Iced Tea for her and Raditz to share, smiling softly as she stirred the powder into the water and thought of Tien again, back to when she had made him Lemonade.
It was slowly becoming easier for her to think of him without breaking down in tears. Raditz had helped her alot in that area, with his open arms ready to comfort her whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on. I suppose it couldn't hurt to be a little nicer to the guy, he is after all sorta my boyfriend... Well, half...
She giggled, curling her tail up, then remembered to lower her tail so it wouldn't show her bottom like it had earlier in the French maid costume. She stared at the wall in a daze, daydreaming about Raditz. She was stirring dreamily for a moment, then she accidentally splashed a small amount of tea on the counter and giggled.
"Whoopsie!"
Launch shook her head and straightened herself back up, quickly wiping up the mess. What the hell was that all about?
Just great... Precisely what I do not want right now..
Vegeta growled to himself as he lowered into the Brief's backyard and eyed the blonde woman outside, struggling with a strange, noisy object. He watched her a moment, then felt Bulma slowly sliding off his shoulder and hefted her back up.
How am I going to explain how she's become so incapacitated? Surely she'll think I did something malicious to her daughter, I can't have that...
Vegeta slowly attempted to creep past the woman, then was startled when the thing she was struggling with sputtered and spit out a torrent of mulched grass at him, onto his new pants!
"Damn it, old woman! What the hell!" He bellowed, nearly dropping Bulma and waking her up in the process. She mumbled, slurring and drooling onto his shoulder then dozed back off.
Bunny turned off the loud, rank smelling machine and turned and gasped aloud at seeing the slash of green on Vegeta's tan chino pants. He was attempting to hold in his rage, but she could see the familiar vein pulsing in his forehead just like her husband had sometimes...
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Vegeta darling!" She cried out, then ran over and started plucking at his pants fretfully.
"Hmm, some vinegar and bakin' soda might do the trick...and these are nice pants too..." She looked up to him, then to Bulma asleep in his arms and grinned.
"Lemme guess, a little too many drinkie poos?" She said with a giggle, and Vegeta nodded. She tugged gently on his arm and he followed her, scowling all the while.
"Just put her up in her bed, darlin'. She'll be ok in a little while, once it wears off."
He walked up the stairs, carrying her gingerly, making sure not to hit her feet off the wall. Vegeta came into the bedroom he knew as Bulma's by the scent that hit him like a brick wall to his senses every time he walked by. He walked in, noticing that it was visibly less messy, and had a fresher scent. Clean linens had been put on the bed, and the offensive scent of the earthling male from before had completely diminished.
He set her down on the bed carefully, gently lying her head on the pillow. He happened to glance down at the red heels she wore, and removed them as well before they could dirty the white sheets. Vegeta set them on the floor, then paused, and for some reason, he felt oddly intrigued by just how small her foot was.
He lifted it carefully by her small ankle, tilting his head and balking at the odd blue, sparkly color of her toenails. What the hell? This woman must have some alien mutation, blue hair, blue nails, blue eyes!? Makes you wonder, what else is blue...?
He set her foot down, feeling silly, then walked briskly out of the room. He brushed his hands off on his pants as if they were filthy; but she was in fact the absolute opposite. The female had perfectly clean, pink feet. It seemed she too shared in his almost obsessive attention to personal hygiene.
He found the blonde old woman in another room, digging through a drawer, and cocked his head as he watched her, feeling oddly curious for whatever reason.
Her head popped up and she smiled, in that almost charming way, with her upturned eyes that seemed to open very rarely.
"There you are, sweetie! Here, put these on! I'll get the stain out of your pants, it just so happens to be laundry day anyways!" She said with a giggle, and handed him a plain white shirt with paint splatter, and a faded pair of blue jeans with various stains and patches on them.
He held the clothes up between two fingers and scowled.
"I can't wear these... they're soiled!" He said incredulously, glaring at her as if offended. Bunny made a small frightened peep, and backed away. He narrowed his eyes at her and tried to comprehend her reasoning for such an offensive action.
"W-Well... I was just thinkin', maybe if you ain't too busy you could help me around the yard today..? If you wear something you don't care about, you don't hafta worry if it gets dirty! That's all...I'm sorry, Your Majesty." She said, bowing her head shamefully, whimpering.
She heard a sharp exhale of breath, then Vegeta was gone, as well as the clothes.
Bunny sagged her shoulders and tutted dejectedly, looking down at the floor.
"I suppose I musta' really offended him..." She started walking, then almost tripped over something on the ground. She picked it up and tilted her head.
It's...his clothes! How did he get them off so fast!?
Bunny giggled, then folded them over her arm, happily walking to the laundry room with a familiar pep in her step.
"Just stay still. If you make one wrong move, this could be deadly."
Gohan flinched back as Piccolo pointed at him with one finger and grunted after their bath and suddenly, he was wearing an orange and blue gi like Goku, and he had a small sword. Gohan looked down at himself and cheered happily, turning and admiring the clothes.
"Wow! This is awesome! Thank you Mr. Piccolo!" He giggled excitedly, pulling out the blade and marvelling at the sharpness of it.
"Can we train now?" He asked, following behind as Piccolo hopped up and took flight, silently. Piccolo frowned and eyed him from his peripheral, scoffing.
"You aren't worthy. Not yet."
Gohan's features dropped and he frowned. "Wha..? Why?"
They were headed back to break wasteland, Gohan realized with a sigh. He looked to Piccolo waiting for an answer, feeling almost heartbroken.
"First, you must learn how to defend yourself. You've barely even learned how to survive on your own. I won't train a little brat with no experience." He spat cruelly.
Gohan's eyes watered, his lower lip quivering. "But, you said...!"
Piccolo gave him an unexpected swat with an oddly lengthened arm, and Gohan fell off kilter, falling to the ground, wailing all the while.
"Piccolo!" He screamed, before landing hard on the ground, directly in the large footprint of a T-Rex. Gohan jumped up, shivering, then looked up to Piccolo hovering there in the sky, and started screaming angrily.
"Hey! This isn't fair! You're a liar!" Piccolo crossed his arms and chuckled, then pointed towards an area in the distance and sent out a quick beam of light.
"What the..." Gohan said, puzzled. He watched as Piccolo quickly darted away, leaving him all alone.
Gohan's shoulders sagged and he looked up to the sky with a frown.
Then, he heard a familiar, low snarling sound that made his skin crawl.
"Oh no... don't tell me... it's behind me, isn't it...?" He gulped, then felt a hot breath on the back of his neck. Gohan dared to peek over his shoulder, and screamed in terror when he saw a mouth of pointed teeth opening up to snap at him, and he screamed, taking off running.
"I'll get you for this, Piccolo!" He cried out, hopping up in the air as the dinosaur nipped at his ankles.
Piccolo watched, shaking his head slowly back and forth with a snort.
He's not ready just yet... First.. I have something I must do...
He looked up to the sky once again, at the planets and narrowed his eyes. He closed them, seeking out the source of power the Mars Guardian had spoken of.
It's far from here... To the East.
A voice said softly, and he nodded curtly, turning around and leaving.
Sorry kid... I've got more important matters to attend to.
She sighed as she smoothed out the new red cheongsam that Propel had sewn for her, with short sleeves, and the familiar gold buttons that went down the front with gold stitching, accenting the teardrop cutout that displayed her bountiful assets. Kannon twirled a lock of blue hair and blinked, looking at her appearance and smirking.
Sure is nice to have a rockin' hot body whenever I feel like using it... The blonde haired Kannon thought on the inside; making the blue haired one giggle to herself, with upturned eyes so much like a woman she had yet to meet.
Ok, now. You remember the plan?
The husky little voice in her mind whispered, and she nodded, blinking her large pink and ruby eyes with long blue lashes.
"Kannon...? I mean, Pinchie?" Propel called from the crack in the door, and she turned around, smiling sweetly. The tall, black haired woman walked in the room and modelled a cobalt blue cheongsam dress, twirling and smoothing it down her shapely, yet toned body. It showed her long, pale legs, and her strappy white heels that complemented her creamy, smooth skin.
"What do you think...? Do you think he will like it?" She asked shyly, covering her cheek with one hand and flushing.
Kannon nodded, walking over and fixing the strap of the dress for her.
"Of course, you look lovely, dear. I think you're making the right choice, and don't worry, nothing will go wrong tonight. We can trust Nappa." She said, and hugged her, even though she was so short her face nearly squished into Propel's bosom.
"I trust you... This is what I want.." Propel said softly, and wiped a small tear from her eye. "For me, and my children..." She said with a firm nod, and turned to walk out of the room, not before looking back to Kannon and winking.
"Good luck. If you need me, you know how to make the call." She said softly, and left the room to go find Reign. She was glad to go to him, and not Vulcane. Reign had always been kind to her; he had never hurt her, never even thought himself worthy of her for all the time she had known him. But they were both of Neptune, and in that they shared many similarities, in both demeanor and their beliefs.
After she had been changed, her mind began to shift through her memories with a clearer eye, the long years of brainwashing becoming undone as her wits returned to her, and she realized for the first time, that she loved the Neptunian man who had given her four children now; each of those children sweet and timid, unlike the children of Grenada who were unstable and troublesome.
Nevertheless; they were her children. She would do whatever she had to in order to protect them. Propel walked out of the hallway and met with Reign, who took her hand and kissed her softly before pulling back and smiling softly in his meditative way.
"Shall we?" He said carefully, and she nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked out of the house and down the shore of the beach, their young trailing behind them, giggling playfully as they ran through the surf.
Kannon closed the door as they left and took a deep, shaky breath. She looked down at her red skirt that had a split up the side, her black kitten heels and lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. The tap of her heels echoed softly through the chamber as she knocked on the door, gulping nervously.
The door opened shortly after, and she met her eyes with his phosphoric gaze, that took her in hungrily as he grinned.
"Kannon, you are...hmmhmm.. Lovely this evening..." Grenada purred deep in his throat, licking his lips and grinning. She gripped the black tie of his obi and pulled his groin to hers, giggling coquettishly. Grenada darted his eyes around the room, sensing out Vulcane's ki.
"We are not supposed to...mhm... But our lord is occupied at the moment... " He murmured, uneasily, twitching his head to the side a small amount. She leaned closer to him, swallowing nervously, and parted the opening in his red gi to stroke his chest, tugging harder on his belt as she wrapped one black stocking sheathed leg around his waist and moved againt him sensually, her lace garters exposed as the dress rode up her thighs. Grenada chuckled devilishly, and seized her around the waist, his eyes alighting eagerly.
"Fine.. Hmhm.. Why the fuck not! If you insist, mhm.." He quivered, pressing her hips against his own harder, his ebony hands cupping her soft squeezable buttocks encased in the silky fabric. Grenada attempted to pull her into his room to take her on the filthy floor. Kannon shook her head and grinned back, slyly.
"I have an idea, that's awfully naughty, Grenada... I want you to fuck me down in the prison. I think the Saiyans enjoyed it before, why not give them a little show?" She said with a giggle, tracing her fingernail down his pale chest. A shiver of sheer disgust went down her spine.
Grenada cackled, tossing his head back with ecstatic glee. Then he picked her up easily and groped one breast, as he looked back down at her approvingly.
"Your tits are huge in this form... Mhm...Let's go! I want to press them right up against the cages! Hmhm! You can watch me fuck with those Saiyan whores too, they're fun... So wild, but not as wild as you.." He purred, then licked her throat where there was a circular pink spot. He licked it again and sucked directly on the mating mark from Nappa as he carried her to the cellar door and shoved it open with his shoulder.
Kannon squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to show her pain, as the touch triggered a sensitive reaction that she could not control, as he buried his teeth savagely in her neck in his eagerness. The mark throbbed painfully from the bite, signaling to her that this was not her mate. He continued to nibble and suck at her throat as he was carrying her down the stairs, turning on the lights so that all the Saiyans could see.
Grenada chuckled, looking around the room and musing on his surroundings.
"Hmhm... I have an idea that's just as nasty... You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" He growled, warming up his hand and rubbing it vigorously between her thighs, against her silky blue panties. Grenada approached the large saiyan male laying across the slab, chuckling maliciously. Kannon nodded, with a choked back sob.
"Yes... I'm a dirty girl, Grenada." She said in a choked back cough of a voice, looking quickly over her shoulder to Nappa, who turned his eyes on her and swallowed the lump building in his throat.
"That's what I thought, you little whore... I can't believe that you came back to me so soon... after I fucked you so hard I'm sure that little pussy is still aching..." He growled, fondling her roughly through her panties.
"It's aching.. for you..." She said, closing her ruby eyes and biting her lip. He set her down on the table besides Nappa and reached for the lever to be sure the ki draining device was on. He hummed and walked over to Nappa's side, then grinned as he reared his hand back and slapped him directly across the face, the sound of his skin cracking from the blow breaking the silence. Grenada laughed unhingededly as Nappa only blinked, placidly, unaffected by the blow.
"See that?! He just takes it, would you look at that? Just a giant freak." He scoffed, slapping Nappa again. Nappa turned his cheek and grit his teeth together, ignoring his intense urge to kill him at that moment. Not until Kannon was safe.
"I bet you're wondering, how big...?" Grenada implied, waggling his thick auburn brow at her. She glanced at Nappa, and he nodded subtly. She reached one hand out and began stroking Nappa's groin through his black shorts, to appease Grenada's sick inclinations.
Grenada cackled again and began loosening his gi to free himself as she began to pleasure Nappa, who made a soft grunt as he responded to her motions.
"See that, the big man likes it. Hmhm. Don't be shy, take off his clothing and start getting ready to feel that big saiyan cock rip open your pretty little ass, mhm, while I fuck your pussy." He spat out quickly, twitching as he began pleasing himself faster. Kannon frowned in disgust and looked to Nappa, who ground his teeth and growled lowly. She crawled over him as if to rub him seductively with her bottom, making Grenada moan with desire as she felt around for the steel bar behind her back.
"Take them off him, now you little bitch... get ready..." Grenada grunted, crouching as he watched, panting heavily. Kannon ground her bottom on Nappa harder to distract him as she reached back, and unlatched the bar.
"What--what are you doing, stupid bitch!? Hmm! Don't let him go!" Grenada suddenly spat, pulling his pants up and quivering with fear as Nappa sat up, with a low chuckle, moving Kannon off the side carefully as he moved his wrists and the shackles fell away. He stood up, approaching on the Mars Gemini slowly as he backed away; frightened, directly into the bars of the male Saiyan's prison.
"You're one demented little fuck, you know that...?" Nappa said lowly, a rumbling deep growl building up in his chest with his seething rage.
"I can't wait to kill you, but first I want to have my fun with you..." He chuckled, and Grenada flinched as there was a loud click, and the Ki draining devices were turned off. Nappa then shoved him up against the bars roughly. Grenada's arms were clutched painfully tight as the Saiyan man inside gripped his arms and chuckled maliciously into his ears.
"Meet Onioan, he's the former executioner of the royal court. A good friend of mine. He just wants to play with you a little while we make preparations for our revolt." Nappa said, grinning. The cage door swung open; allowing the light to glance off of Onioan, a man just as large, if not impossibly larger than Nappa. He grunted back with a demented grin, drool spilling freely down his chin. Onioan's dark eyes glinted hungrily from beneath his heavy brows as Nappa tossed Grenada into the cage with him.
"Now, you two play nice. Remember Onioan, Only play. No kill. You see, he's also mentally deficient like you, I sure hope he's careful with his new toy." Nappa chuckled as he turned away. The big man grunted as he picked up Grenada like a rag doll and shook him around. Grenada cried out in fear, quickly lighting his hands and blasting the Saiyan's scarred face with green fire.
Kannon released all the saiyans and opened up a closet, where their armor had been stored, minus their confiscated scouters. They happily equipped themselves; the lean-muscled Saiyan named Candor with crescent shapes cut from his tail, donned his black and maroon battle armour, with a purple cape.
"It feels good to be in my armour once again, General." He said with a chuckle, smoothing his hands down the dusty black armour to clean off the cobwebs.
"It sure does, Lieutenant Candor." Nappa chuckled, as he strapped on his own gold and teal blue armour. The Saiyans all dressed themselves, as did Kannon after briefly hesitating. She picked up the remaining female's armour and pulled it over her dress, admiring the glossy red and black paint. Nappa looked to her with admiration and pulled her to him by her small hand, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he pinched the other, making her transform into her more powerful form.
"I'm sorry that you had do that, Kannon." He said softly, tucking her blonde hair back from her brow.
She shook her head and laughed gruffly, "It's all gonna be worth it, Nappa. The little freakazoid ain't gonna touch me ever again." She said, and smiled as she finished strapping on her cannon blaster.
There was a high pitched scream from Grenada as Onioan was gnawing on his arm, covering it in drool. Nappa chuckled, and snapped his fingers at the soft-headed man.
"Onioan, No eat. We'll get to eat lots after. You don't want him." Onioan spat Grenada's arm out and laughed brainlessly, slinging his new toy over his shoulder as Nappa opened the door.
"Bdakka, you know what to do." Nappa said, as they opened the door to the cage where the female Saiyan; Rachana had carved a deep hole with her long nails.
Bdakka came forward, a stocky man with a wide frame. He brought his thick arms like limbs of a tree together and grunted, charging up large attack. Nappa wrapped his arm around Kannon and protected her. Bdakka made a loud growl and shouted as a rectangular beam of light formed from his open palms, blasting through the steel and creating a deep tunnel to the underground cavern.
Nappa came forward and stood before the opening, looking around at all the Saiyans and grinning.
"Are we ready?" Nappa commanded, pounding his breast with one fist.
"Are you ready to Fight!?"
They all pounded their chests with their fists, grunting and spitting the Saiyan Oath of Honor to him, each rule spoken in their traditional Saiyan language, placing their right fists over their hearts.
"I will not Disobey my Blood Vow.
Whether or not I go to battle to meet my death, I will go gladly to the Underworld, for the honor of the Saiyan Empire.
I will not Betray my People.
I will not disrespect the people of the Saiyan Race, I will not fight against my own kind, if for the selfish sake of personal gain.
I will not go back on my Word.
If I swear myself to another, I will not go back on my word. I will protect my ward to the best of my ability, from death, illness, harm, or malcontent; I am honor bound to my pride as a Saiyan to never fail my chosen Ward.
Once Mated, I will not Separate
I will not betray my chosen mate, if I do so, bring shame upon me. If I betray my mate, I will be prepared to commit myself to solitude until my death.
I shall Never betray the Saiyan Way
I shall never disrobe myself of my Pride; I shall never kneel to my lowers. I will fight, as long as I can, until I can no longer. I will not cut my mane. Nor maim my tail.
Last, I am at Last, A Slave to the Lunar Moon
I will fight in my true form if I must to the bitter end; I will not betray my comrades in battle. I am at last, true to myself and none other but the Saiyan Empire.
For Vegeta!
For Vegeta!
For Vegeta! "
Note: I made the Saiyan Oath Of Honor up on the fly, If anyone knows where to find the real rules let me know. I just put what I thought would make sense.