Maybe Hope Will Survive

Chapter 1: Kami, please help us!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Or the characters. Like all fan-antics, I just make up my own imaginary world based off Akira Toriyama's world and characters. I just want to write...*sniff sniff*

Chapter 1:

A young Torankusu stumbled through the front door of his home. His appearance was appalling to what it usually was; tear stained cheeks, red puffy eyes, his Capsule Corp. labeled shirt torn off his right shoulder. His hands limps at his sides, stained with the thick, red liquid of the human body. Feeling as if his life was nothing to him, questioning thoughts that invaded his mind. Why the Earth was so cruel. His legs felt weak the longer he stood in the doorway, then pushing himself to take a couple of steps in the rather large mansion. He blamed himself for everything that had happened, as a couple more tears fled from his eyes. His mouth dry, as he licked his lips with the very little saliva he had, trying to summon enough courage to speak about what events he had just witnessed.

Buruma came right on cue, as she rushed into the main room and stopped in a halt as she saw the sight of her son. Bringing up memories from the last time he had returned, he wasn't conscious at the time, but it still made her weep that her 'baby' was in such terrible shape. Tears started to form again as she kept her gaze on him, also noticing his tears. She let out a gasp upon seconds she just arrived, knowing that something terrible had happened. Was it Son Gohan? She noticed that he wasn't beside Torankusu this time. Well, he never did come along with Torankusu. He usually sent the lavender-haired boy back, once he felt that it was too dangerous and also for Buruma's wishes. She never did like the idea of having him fight; it reminded her to much of her departed mate. But she couldn't hide from the fact that we was born with his father's blood. That of Saiya-jin. The warrior race that was meant to fight, it was their life. She soon found herself letting Torankusu go along with Son Gokou's only son to fight off the Jinzouningens.

She raised a hand over her mouth, as she feared for the worse. Struggling to ask the question, that she might not want the answer to. "Torankusu! Doko ni...What happened..."

Buruma was cut off once Torankusu's legs gave out from underneath him, and having him fall to his knees for a moment and then fell forward to land on his face. Buruma instantly ran to her only son's aid, bringing a hand under his chest, and pushed his limp body up.

"Torankusu, please sit up. Iie Torankusu!! Talk!' She screamed at him with utter fear that he wouldn't respond and leave her to rot away with the rest of the dead planet, alone. She panicked as tried with her might to pick him. His breaths were light, almost like a soft whisper as he laid there. Suddenly, a large breath escaped his lips, as he tried to contain his composure.

"Kaa-san....." The boy spoke, ridding Buruma from trying to pick him up, and pushed himself up by placing his hands on the naked floor, his hands placed palm down.

Buruma released her hands from her son, knowing that he could take care of himself. Noticing that she had picked up some of his blood, staining her own hands. Her breath became wispy as she listened for her son's voice. Placing a hand on his back, as she couldn't hold her tears back knowing what he was about to say.

"Son Gohan....Kaa-san. Gohan-san is dead..." He finally managed to say in a soft whisper, only allowing Buruma's ears to hear.

If only it was little bit lighter from her hearing, obviously not wanting to know that information at all. Her eyes sprung open with fear, as she fell back from her kneeling position and right on her bottom. Thus, allowing Torankusu to bring his knees out in from of him as he maintained keeping himself up with his arms. His lavender locks curtaining his pain stricken face from his mother.

"Those monsters had finally finished him off, and me no where to be found. Safe from any harm. Kaa-san...he saved me. Not allowing me to help him out, when he needed it the most. Instead he put me out...to save my own life." He took a deep breath, wincing as he did, having it rather hard to breath now.

"Why...Son Gohan...why did you do such a thing?"

Buruma continue to sob as she saw the young boy crouch down as she began to do the same thing. She couldn't comfort him in any way; there was no way to tell him that everything was going to be okay. It never would be. The last of the Z sensei had been killed. She came towards her son and scooped her arms around him, embracing him into a hug. There was no hope for them, or anyone, anymore. They knew it wouldn't be long before they would be at the sides of Son Gohan and their friends....

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A few frustrated grunts echoed from the depths of darkness. The inky blackness of the dark was soon disturbed from a light that pierced through it like a sword, and filled the small room with dimness. The light was emitted from a flash light, which had brought its appearance from a small nook in the wall. A silhouette of a person appeared in sight, which happened to have a hold of the flashlight. A sigh escaped the owner's lips, placing the flash light on its butt for balance, and letting the light fill the room with its low amber glow. The features of the being started to show, white, milky skin that was marked with black soot caused by accidental touches of her fingers. Fingers that were as fair as the skin on her cheeks, now stained with the inkiness of oil from the gears she had been slowly working on. With a small smile, she showed her accomplishment and nodded to herself. Wiping her brow with her hand, completely forgetting that there was any substance contained there, leaving a large streak of black across her forehead.

She wrinkled her nose as the bitter smell of the oil had hit her nose, causing her to backing out of the little nook she had climbed in to do her work. She gave a small cough, covering her clenched hand over her mouth out of habit, even though there was no one around for her to be polite to. She dragged the flashlight from the strap that was loosely hanging from her wrist. Bringing a dim to the dark hallway that contained the location of the nook, until the light actually made its way in to view lighting up the hallway instantly with its welcoming amber glow.

She crawled back up to her feet and looked around, as if there was really something magnificent to look at in the dreary tunnel of darkness, never allowed to actually see the light of day. She sighed, then again she wouldn't either. Every since the fateful day, when everyone had rumored that Pepper Town, which was originally located only a few hours of driving distance away, was destroyed with out a reason, panic had sprung up. She didn't remember though, being that she was only four or five years of age. The paranoia in everyone's thoughts had swept through towns that were in the same area of that delightful town. People had being calling their relatives, friends, anyone that lived in there, and every call had been busy. Finally the courageous were sent to the town, which was then nothing but a pile of rubble. Captious of every step they surveyed the area and found no cause of the disaster. To earn a chuckle, the T.V. networks had also sent a news crew to the scene.

Then they came. Without even a warning they came. Craning everyone's neck to look up at the two beings in the sky. The camera crew had been to far away to get a shot, being only two specks in the sky to the viewers at home, whom seemed to be inches away from the television set anxious to see what was going on. With no how or way, the dots had vanished leaving everyone in confusion. Then a scream was heard from the scene of the television. You could tell the camera man was struggling to find the person responsible for the scream, as he wildly thrashed the camera left and right, leaving the viewers dizzy with anger. Then a clear shot was made, the twins stood there. There emotionless eyes stared at each man that stood there. But there was suppose be five men not four. The fifth had surprisingly been in the hands of the blonde girl. Her delicate hands were now wrapped around the man's thick neck, and on her lips was that of a playful smile. It was only a game to them. Killing was a sport, like it us for animals. Everyone that had sat in front of the television got the shock of their lives, along with the six people already there. They had witnessed a brutal killing, right before them. The girl's hands squeezed with simple ease, breaking the man's neck with a gruesome snap, and then releasing her grip to have the man's limp body fall to the floor at her feet, as her twin laughed with demonic amusement.

From that day on, the world had been filled with panic. Thousands, and maybe more, had lost their lives. The earth's population cut in half in just a matter of days. Everyone that was alive with pain-stricken memories of the earth's disaster, turning to their only source for protection, Capsule Corporation. Buruma Burifsu had told them all that she had panned for them, would not very well protect against the Jinzouningens rampage. They didn't care, so Buruma reliantly agreed to help them.

Capsule Villages. Just how the title called them, villages fit in to a very large dome, much like the Capsule Corporations design. Dreading that these would be destroyed, Buruma had instructed them to be put beneath the soil. Troubles soon came; the time they stalled to place those in the ground had lost more lives, and five capsule villages. Now, presently there was only thirteen left. Each not filled with only a limited amount of people, bringing the population down to one fourth of what it was before the Jinzouningens had made their appearance.

Capsule Village One was where Biideru had resided. The largest populated village among the thirteen. She made her way down the tunnel, beneath the village, thinking of her little town. Her village had contained more than thirty-two hundred people, which if you looked at it was not that many people to reside in the largest Capsule Village. She tried not to let that thought get to her, nor anything that was outside of the village bother her at all. She was safe and that was all that matter, or at least she thought she was safe.

For thirteen years she lived in Capsule Village One, now named Hope City. Called this by the few people that had became the engineers, the people that controlled the electricity and the amount of food the village had, and of course by the creator, Buruma Burifsu. She had known nothing except for the artificial world she had lived in. She didn't even know of how warm rays of the sun felt beating down on her skin, instead she had the main lights that filled the ceiling of the dome of the village.

She lived with her father, Mr. Satan. Known by everybody, and you could say famous because of her father's courageous action of stepping up to the machines. He sadly lost, but he luckily didn't lose his life, only his ability to walk. He had been one of the five engineers to manage the village, and she had taken over once she hit that age of sixteen. You could say that she was the main engineer, since she had volunteered to do everything that the past engineers had not succeeded with. Such as the work she was doing then in the basement of the village. The water that circulated into the village had stopped working and she gladly took care of it, which earned her the oil mark that had dried across her forehead. She would also risk her life by seeking towards their neighboring village, number 4. Everyone had looked up to her as a responsible citizen, which had kept her calm and never really worried about the dangerous world they lived in. They would say that she had followed in her paralyzed father's footsteps and became a true hero in the eyes of the survivors.

She reached the end of the tunnel, placing her small hand on the slimly, aged ladder in front of her. She gave one more glance to see if everything was working right, nodding to herself, and then gathered herself to climb the ladder. Reaching the top, she wrapped her legs about the ladders steps as she brought hands up above her head to bring the heavy metal latched above her. With an echoing clang of the door she had popped her head up, to be greeted by her close friend, and also her fellow engineer, Irazza. She gave a small cough before she went to greet her blonde headed friend.

"Biideru! My Kami, you have been done there for over an hour, I thought that you may have got caught in the wires and left us all to die here!" Her rather overreacting friend had beaten it to her, as she completely climbed out of the swallowing darkness of the basement. She took a glance at her friend, and only gave an amusing smile.

Her friend bent over to give her hand out towards her, decreasing her height of 5'8". She was rather tall for a girl her age, the other girls they had grew up with were about two inches shorter, which was an average height for a twenty-two year old. She frowned every time she had showed off her height towards herself, her being a short height of 5'5". Over the many years that she had been friends with overenthusiastic friend, she got jealous of her, noticing that she was more developed then. She had a build like those models from the old magazines she would look at as a child. She would think of her as perfect, noting the shoulder length straight, cornflower hair and the bright, innocent blue eyes. She would always get the most attention because of the way she looked, always wearing clothes that hugged her body perfectly and showing every curve she had to offer. Biideru frowned at the large curve of her breasts. She slightly envied her because of that, as she looked to the small ones that were hidden under the baggy type of clothing she wore. She had always kept the tom-boyish attitude, despite her friend's style, making even more average girl to step aside on.

The thing she liked most about Irazza is that she never rubbed it in on her because of her looks. This was probably because she was ditzy, but Biideru found that she was a true friend.

She shrugged her shoulders in response to her friend, which had her bright, blue eyes wide with an anxious look for an explanation.

"I just realized I had more work than what was supposed to be done. Don't fret about it. And I'm sure that you guys would be fine without me, if I had gotten stuck down there. And I would be hoping that somebody would at least come down there and find me, instead of leaving me down there." She shot an angered look to her friend as soon as she released her friends hand once she got to her feet. The anger was soon swiped away to be replaced with an amusing laugh.

"Well, of course I would go in after you...you know what I mean." The flustered girl turned pink, once she figured she was being teased. She then took a moment to check over Biideru's features and started laughing.

"And what seems to be so amusing now?"

"Your face..." A pause for breath as she continued to laugh. "It seems that something has struck you with a pen, Biideru." She hated to give away what was so funny to her, but Irazza was friends with the younger girl, good enough friends to keep from embarrassing each other.

Confused by the remark, and surprised by the sudden absence of balance in the girl's chuckling form, she looked around from something to repeat her image towards her. She found a window and blinked at her image, 'till she squinted seeing a rather thick line of some inky substance across her forehead, and some smudges on her cheeks. Hearing Irazza's high pitch laughter behind her, began to agitate her as she violently rubbed the blackness of the oil off of her face with the loose bottom of her white shirt. At least it was on her shirt instead of her face, she noted.

"If your done making a fool of me, I was wondering if you would come with me to the tower to check up on things."

Seated on her bottom, she weakly rubbed away the small tears that were starting to form at the corner of her eyes as she let out the last of her entertaining laugh. Taking big gasps of breath, trying to contain herself as her stomach still went up and down with her movements, thus causing Biideru to snort at her friend's amusement on her.

"Alright, alright." Her voice showed a childish whining. "Everything is work with you isn't it?"

"That is not always true." She kept the truth from her voice, as she received an unconvinced look from the blonde who still was in the same position were she had fell. With an exasperated sigh, the blonde helped herself to her feet, dusting her pale yellow shirt, and black pants that seemed to be tighter than they were suppose to be from what Biideru had noted.

"I think you spend more time working on this damned village than actually having fun." She looked up from what she was doing; narrowing her now darkened blue eyes towards her friend in a warning notion." Yes, I know that we are down here because it isn't safe on the surface, and we are hiding down here because of those damn bastards of machines. But that doesn't mean you should throw your life away with work. That causes more stress than what you're asking for, Biideru. You're still a teenager whether you're running from it or not. "

Biideru turned her eyes towards the artificial ground below, noting that the metal floor wasn't such a nice touch to this place. What Irazza had said had been true. She had kept everything about the village to be her first priority, rather than actually leaning back and actually do something 'fun', from the words of her friend. She blinked with harsh cruelty, when the hitch pitch tone of the blonde voice had said that she was a teenager. She never considered that nineteen was still considered being a teenager. Irazza was only three years older than her, which probably made the older woman envy her more because of youth. Biideru have been running away from the fact of her age. She guessed it was because of how depressing her youth was. and how she was so eager to be older and looked up upon, boosting her ego further.

"I'm taking you out tonight, Biideru. And Kami help me, you are going to have fun!" Irazza's voice chirped up and knocked Biideru out of her unconsciousness of thought, making her smile weakly had her friend's demands. She believed 'going out tonight' meant that she was taking her to the karaoke bar that they had placed in the village only a couple of years ago from complaints of the people. She nodded in agreement and they headed towards the tower, which was the base of everything in the village.

The older girl, walked faster than the already thoughtful girl. She kept her head down towards the ground before her, her dark sapphires had danced along the details of the floor she seemed to be walking on, as if she was completely fascinated by the structure of the metallic floor that changed instantly with dirt piled upon it with embedded footprints. She couldn't lie; she was fascinated, by the structure anyhow. At the existence of the place, it still awed her. Irazza's words earlier had caused her to drift off into thought once more. The way she had said, 'we are hiding down here because of those damn bastards'. She never once drifted off the subject that they were literally trapped down here, having a law not to leave the village at any circumstance. But who would leave anyway? She bit her lip as she searched her thoughts when she had first caught a glimpse of the outside world, once in her life time. When she had gained permission to go to CV #4, to bring them supplies for an injured person, which was three years ago, after she had earned the title of engineer. She was in complete awe at the absolute beauty of the gray world. You would think she was odd, for seeing such beauty in such a dangerous and practically dead world.

Before another thought struck her deep mind, she felt an instance of complete loneliness. Causing her to stop in her steps as the a wave of pain, confusion, sadness, anger, and concern, leaving her to wildly look around for any sign that something had caused that in her. Her mind went blank for any instance, as she felt the wind and force of her body, push her down to the floor. She fought back, wondering why her body just wanted to shut down. Her brain somehow became focused, but her body didn't seem to mind, as it fought against her thinking. Her body added another element to the struggle, pain. Ribbons of pain, flowed gracefully down her legs and settled at her feet, another set of stings enter her upper legs, trying to relax her quad muscles. She wanted to scream for help, wanted somebody to explain what was happening to her. Her pride had kept her from doing what she wished, clenching her teeth tight, not wishing to show her pain by screaming. She found herself biting her tongue, to keep from experiencing the pain that was happening from her waist down. She felt the warmth of her tears swell up to settle in the corner of her eyes, as the pain continued to string through her legs and fight, and then trying to find it's way to her upper body. She glanced about with wild eyes for any sign of her attacker, Irazza know seemed a million miles away, and simply clueless about the state of her friend.

She felt her teeth puncture her tender pink tongue, letting a stream of the bitter tasting blood flow down her throat. The pain had then consumed her body, and she instantly gave up. Her body became limp and she fell to her knees with more pain added to her, and then falling forward to her face. She winced as she experienced the punctures of pain that scattered through out her body, like her whole body was against her, fighting her. What hurt the most was the left side of her chest, right where her heart was located. It ached and sent signals to her brain to just cry and let it all out. To get rid of everything that was attacking her. She felt the lonely darkness of nothing close in on her, as she placed her hands on either side of her face, struggling to get back up to her feet. Her arms became limp against her weight, and once again hit her face on the cold, hard ground. She then broke. Her watering orbs of a pale blue, unleashed its flood of clueless and painful tears. Staining the pale of her cheeks, and then falling towards the dirt beneath her, while others seemed to fill her mouth with those warm, salty tears. She was simply paralyzed with fear. No way of getting up, and no one to help her. Her heart pounded rather loudly in her ears as she heard her own gasps as she saw the darkness come forth for her. Scratching at the ground, she felt the chill of black, and nothing else. She let out another gasp of fear before she fell conscious; lying in a small alley of the capsule village, not even but a few steps from the place she had recently exited from.

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Author's Note: Hai Hai, tis very long. Yup, I made it longer than the prologue. You see, the prologue really wasn't necessary at all but it helps with how the Mirai world is really like. To help the reader along with the story, so they know that they really aren't ready the "actual time-line". Well, hope you guys like it. Review it helps alot!! I need criticism.

~Fear the Umbrella~