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Notes-Well well, people actually liked my THINGS DBZ PEOPLE NEVER SAY. MAybe I'll write another one later. Well, as
you've all realized by now, there's this new 'chaptering' thing that completely shattered the old ff.net. Now, it is kinda clunky,
but I like it. First, I'll never have to go through author archives again for older chapters!!!
YES!!! Also, when a new chaper is released, the old ones stay with it, so new readers
can get attracted and caught up. Excellent. On to the 'story.' Now, you'll notice that this only focuses
on one of the four humans this chapter. What I decided to do was, isntead of going confusedly through all four characters
different adventures, I would Chao-zu first, then the others, each about one at a time. It makes it SOOOO much easier (and the
story longer) ^_^. Oh, and somone e-mailed me asking if one of them was going to go "super human." Do you really think I
would let the story end so predictably? Believe me, there aren't going to be any 'super powerups'. Without further
ado, let's begin.......
CHAPTER 6: Chao-zu's lonely descent
This was turning out to be a very bad day for Trisor.
What had started off as a promising day, hopeful of reward, had turned very sour. It's those humans. I didn't even think about them, I was too busy luring the saiajin.... He cursed angrily at himself, why had he been so stupid. Obviously, some people in connection with the pair of saiyajin had to have some power of their own. The main army had been as good as useless, it was obvious that the few higher gaurds would have to do. So, he rushed thorough the endless maze alerting the 10 or so fighters left that they had intruders. The humans can't be strong enough for all of us he though, but it didn't make him feel better.
Trisor returned his thoughts to manuevering through the maze. The constant twists and turns of the never-ending steel hallways taunted his memory. AS he ran, the edges of panic began to set in, as he realized the magnitude of the catastrophe that HE would have to report to his increasingly moody boss. He stumbled as the ground started shaking around him, and he looked back, quite nervous. Wonderful, now what. Slowly, the alien started walking, careful of his footing. He jerked his head over his shoulder constantly, nervous of the bald, fiery eyed warrior that had destroyed a good 40 men of his.
He almost hit himself in shame. What the HELL am I thinking. I have AT LEAST three times as much power as that weakling. Trisor had never run from an enemy before, and he wouldn't do it again. He's as good as dead, next time....when I don't have prisoners to look over. Finally, he made it through, and the gate opened outside, to the never changing valley. He sped over to Turan's cavern, mouth half opened already to explain, but the words caught in his mouth, and he stood there in utter disbelief.
Turan was not in his chair, as Trisor had left him, but lying on the floor, arms cradled around himself. His muscles were tense, and cold sweat literally dripped on the stony floor. He whimpered on the ground, and Trisor saw his master look, for the first time ever, vulnerable.
"F-father....."
The first figure that appeared from the murky darkness was his father. "YOU FOUGHT WITH THE PRINCE!?!"
Turan stood trembling, now a boy of 11. The background swirled back to his square apartment. Tales had run off the first moment he heard the news, leaving the red-headed boy alone with his father Torac, who was staring him down in a towering fury. He spoke quietly, dangerously, "Do you know how much you've disgraced your family? You're worthless...."
"F-Father! B-but..."
"WORTHLESS!!!!!"
In pure rage, the father kicked his son hard in the stomach, and the air wooshed out of the boy's system. Tears brimming in his eyes, Turan sunk down to his knees, clutching his chest, gasping for air. "Worthless!" Another kick in the head sent the boy crashing to the ground, blood flowing form his mouth down his chin. He wailed in pain, the room spinning about him.
It had been like this for the past 3 years. Torac had become far more violent, and with that, Turan's strength had grown. But no one wanted it to. They wanted him weak, they all did. He was alone, so terribly alone.
Torac looked upon him with contempt, but a little flash of pity crossed his face, at the pathetic expression on the child's face. "That's enough. Now get up, brat, and go get dinner." By now, however, it was too late. The crying abruptly stopped, and a terrible change began to overcome the boy.
Through the pain and shame, a new, dangerous feeling had crept through the boy's veins. It was anger. The anger feuled into his system, feeding him with a strange, horrible power. The world around him turned a misty red, and all traces of humanity left him. Turan rose to his feet, no longer trembling, and faced his father in cold defiance.
The man looked startled, then snarled, "You dare to defy me, boy....."
"Leave me alone."
Turan's inner mind was screaming at him to stop, that he had gone too far. However, he ignored it; there was only hatred now, hatred entirely fixed upon one man. Slowly, he concentrated his power around him, then began to release it. The room began to shake as he expanded his ki, and the floor beneath his feet cracked apart. All the hatred, pain, and fear that had destroyed his life were unleashed in a giant roar.
A new, incredible aura pulsed through him, and took away all streaks of kindness or doubt. Nothing mattered any more, except blood. He would have blood.
His ki now fiery red, he turned to face his father, eyes flashing. There was no sign of mercy on that face. Speechless, his father began to tremble, "T-t-turan..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
Torac didn't even bother to defend himself. Turan's fist colided with his father's grizled face, and his neck twisted backwards snapping with a sickening crunch. The old man fell to the earth, twitching.
All of his cold fury left him in an instant. "FATHER!" He ran over, now a boy again. "NO NO NO! I'm SORRY! No, please don't die daddy! Please don't die....PLEASE! DADDY!"
The weak saiyajin looked once at his son, fear in his eyes and on his grotesque face. Then they glazed over, and his head rolled back. Dead. Turan let out a howling wail to the sky, and hunched over the body of his father crying and cursing at his own mindless destruction. Turan slowly got up, face tear-stained. However, the terrible sorrow he had felt left him, and he stared silently at the corpse of his father., with only slight regret. Why should he care what happened to that weakling that was his dad? He had power now, and no need for others. Hatred for everything consumed him once more.
But, as he began to leave, he looked once more upon his father's dead body. For one minute, one final minute, his anger left him. Softly, Turan murmured, "Forgive me...."
Fresh tears threatening to creep down his face once more, he quickly turned and flew away form his house. Flew away from that nightmare. The sadness was gone again, and his mind began to slowly calculate escape. No longer were his thoughts on death, but on fleeing before the others could catch him. He looked behind him, almost worrying about his brother Tales. The boy was torn between two personalities, one boyish, and one demon, but the demon triumphed, and his eyes hardened. Why should he care about his cowardly, weakling brother? The background swirled around him.
The scenery twisted around him, and he found himself on a strange, purple-skied planet. He was now 24, 13 years gone from planet Vegetsai. He was onplanet Mordja, a smaller planet he invaded for more 'recruits'. A few had joined him, the usual sort of sneaks and outlaws, but the rest had stayed in stubborn defiance.
Now they were paying dearly for it. A city in front of him was burning brightly, his men were going about their work with glee. He glanced non-commitedly at the mass destruction, then turned back towards the ship.
The noises continued to shriek frome the dying city, and he silently decided to instruct some discipline into his soldiers. They were becoming too confident, and it was not entirely neccessary to brood in one place for so long, just for the sake of 'fun'.
"DIE!!"
From a hidden position on the cliff above him, a remaining soldier of the planet fired a desperate shot at the saiyajin. Turan smirked, and caught the energy in a ball. Slowly, he floated up to the tremblig youth. "I think you just made a mistake, friend..."
"G-get away from me!" The soldier fired more blasts, holding his ground bravely, but Turan broke through with ease, and clutched the native's neck.
"You didn't quite understand me friend." His fist closed, and the man struggled weaker and weaker, trying to break the steel hold on his throat. "Now, you die." His fist tightened, and the man let out a gurgling yell of agony. His body twitched and convulsed violently, and his legs feebly kicked Turan, in a final attempt to escape. Some unknown joy began to course through the giants veins, and he tightened his grip, a grin crawling across his face.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the twitching died, and the struggles fainted. Turan enclosed his fist, breaking the youth's neck, then threw him to the ground in contempt. A chuckle, then a loud, evil laugh escaped his throat. What did he care about weaklings? Who did that soldier think he was dealing with?
"NO!"
A sudden, despairing wail cut off the giant's laughter. A young woman, with silvery hair and a pale complexion collapsed by the soldier, weeping. Turan sneered, "Leave me, woman."
The weeping lady turned to face him, despair and sorrow coursing through her. "You monster!!! How could you kill him like that!? Oh, Duric, no, don't leave me now!" She turned back to the body.
"He attacked me, woman, I dealt with it."
"MURDERER!!" She grabbed the soldiers gun, and turned it towards herself. Turan started forward in chargin, "Woman! What are you...."
"MURDERER!!!!!" She fired the gun, which destroyed her young, beautiful face. She fell to the ground, dead. The small inner conscience that had nearly abandoned him in his campaign came back all at once. Murderer. Shame and tears began to spring in his eyes, and he ran, far from the crime he had just comitted.
Evil laughing faces surrounded him as he ran. Those he had killed on his journey for followers threw their mangled bodies at him. Standing in the forefront were his dead brother Tales and the two he knew instictively as Raditzu and Nappa. And the chant again. "FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!" But this time, a new, slow chant joined in, "Murderer......murederer......"
He cried out and turned to run, away from the tormented souls he had destroyed. He halted with a scream. Vegeta and Kakarot laughed at his folly. Their voices echoed off endlessly, "You! A Super-Saiyajin! Your nothing, worthless, just like your dead father!" The phrase echoed endlessly.
Then the the scene turned deadly quiet. Four shadowy figures approached him once again, and cupped thier hands together. Turan tried to scream, but no words would come from his mouth.
"Ka...."
"Me...."
"Ha...."
NO! Not again, no!
"NE...!"
A sudden lurch threw trisor right on top of his master. Turan shot up, tears openly running down his face. As proud as he was, he couldn't hold back the racking sobs that escaped him. For one minute, he was a boy once more. Then, the steel crept back in his eyes, and he realized somone was watching him. He turned to face the unlucky alien, all his fear and anger fixed on one point. Trembling, Trisor rose from the floor. "I thought I told you not to disturb me," Turan said quietly.
Trisor knew his very life was in danger, "S-Sire! Forgive me, but the intruders are causing mayhem!"
"And why haven't you dealt with it..."
"They fought through our army! One of them let off some god-awful attack, and the cave's collapsing! We had to seal the maze off! "
Turan looked away in absoulute disbelief, "You mean....you trapped the entire army. Have you just openly admitted that you have killed all those men that I took so much time to gather."
"But you don't understand! These four humans would've killed them any-"
Turan exploded, "YOU DEAD TRISOR!!!! YOUR.....how many?"
Trisor replied, "Uh...four sir. Two of them are tall, two are dwarfs."
Turan turned around, trembling. What does THIS mean? "Trisor, get out there now. I want them dead, I trust you to deal with it. Under any other circumstances, mind you, you'd be.....disposed of. Now get out..."
Trisor slowly backed away, confused. "NOW!!!!" With a frightened squeak, he bolted out of sight.
Turan sat down in his chair again, wiping the tears and weat off his face. Four humans, four weak, unremarkable humans had destroyed the majority of his army, his hard won army. Years of plundering and fighting for men, all lost in one lousy cave-in.
Turan remembered the long journey he had undergone once he had narrowly escpaed Planet Vegetsai. Though at first he was still a sorrowful young boy, he slowly hardened himself against everyone and everything. He hated them all, not only the saiayjin. However, he felt an urge to lead and control, much like Furiza did.
At first, he had to fight to earn soldiers, but eventually he was able to recruit men to do the dirty work. Murder became easier for him, and he began to see death with indifference. When he learned Furiza had been killed by Bardock's son Kakarot, he hastened to gather the remaining forces of the Aesujin. With his massive army, he finally decided to head towards a small planet called Earth, where supposedly the two remaining Saiayjin and their families lived. He felt a hunger to defeat the son of his tormenter. Kakarot would not be a fight of hatred, but rather an ultimate test of skill. His son would be no matter, and probably a warm up. Having built up a large base, he decided to send Trisor out with the messages. Just to make sure they answered promtply, he captured some of their weaker friends. He had felt prepared.
And much of his hard work had just been destroyed.
Turan was also VERY disturbed over his dreams. Why were all those horrible memories coming back? He had literally felt the long forgotten boy deep in his soul fight back up. Why had it returend after all those years? And the end of the dream....4 shadows...4 humans.........CRASH! Turan kicked the table over. "WHAT the hell am I worrying about! None of them could even stand up to Tales, let alone me! They'll PAY for this!! They're going to SUFFER for this insult!!!!!!"
The rumbling had finally subsided.
Chao-zu woke with a shudder, holding back waves of pain in his head. Then he floated in the air. "G-guys....hello?" No answer. For an instant, sheer, blinding panic coarsed through him. Did they all die in that cave-in? The image of his friends dying in such a way was horrible, and he started to tremble. However, he took control of himself, and checked his surroundings. He mentally probed the area, and was relieved to feel their familiar presence, though he could not pinpoit it exactly.
He began to tremble again. The little mime knew he wasn't really built to be a fighter, and felt very vulenrable without the strong and friendly presence of Yamcha, Kururin, and his best friend Tien. The only advantage he had was that he knew the direction of the maze. I'm going to have to do everything to avoid a fight.
He looked around him. The floor was a brown, dull metal, and the floors and ceiling solid steel. Little as he was, he felt boxed in, and panic hovered at the edge of his awareness once again. He fought it down, slightly angry with himself.
Humming slightly nervously to himself, he peeled off the useless helmet and the heavy armor, and began to feel much lighter. SLowly, he lifted himself off the ground, taking a careful look ahead. He slowly navigated the turns, careful to avoid the many lethal traps and dead ends set for him. As he flew, Chao-zu, slightly bitterly, thought back on his life as a fighter.
Ever since he had first trained with tsurin-sama, he knew he was stronger than most humans on earth. However, he had not once, ever, won a single fight by himself. Sure, he helped a lot, and his pshycic skills were useful, but he was just not built for fighting. The only battle he had ever fought equally in was a close match against Kururin in the 22nd Budokai, almost 16 years ago, and he lost. Ever since, he had really been useless, especially since all of his opponents were significantly bigger than he was. Even his suicide attack against Nappa had utterly failed. Of course, I'm probably stronger than Nappa, now.
He turned his thoughts back to the labrynth. It was not a complicated path, it just had many dead ends. Chao-zu knew he was approaching the end of the maze, and flew with more confidence. He could wait at the end for the others. Smiling, slightly smug, he began to relax.
The mime should've known better.
"HALT!!!!" A small gaurd flew directly at Chao-zu and kicked him hard in his little chest, knocking him to the ground. Chao-zu cried in pain, then got up, angry. The gaurd lowered himself down as well, crouched in fighting position. He was about three times as large as chao-zu, and was well built. "Better surrender now, weakling." Ignoring the jibe, the mime probed the soldier's mind. The goon was named Bilo, a higher gaurd. This would make him an equal, if not better opponent. Groaning inwardly, Chao-zu began to form a strategy.
Chao-zu blipped out of sight. Bilo looked around confusedly, and was hit suddenly from behind. His teeth clacked together, and he stumbled forward. This was followed by a tiny double fisted punch to the stomach, and a good deal of spit flew out of the gaurd's mouth. Enraged, a furious fight began. Chao-zu narrowly doged a kick to the face, and sent a return right hook, only to be blocked by a strong stocky arm. The midget quickly realized that Bilo had the advantage in raw strength, and he simply could not get close enough for a good hit. They seperated from eachother. Both were panting, but Bilo had a vicious grin on his face.
Chao-zu raised his finger, and started to build his best attack. Electric power and light surged into one tiny ball of energy. WIth a yell, Chao-zu dropped his tiny arm. "DODOMPA!!!!"
A surprisingly large beam blasted out of his fingers. Bilo bellowed, cupped his hands, and returned fire with his own green ray of energy. THe beams colided in midair, almost equal in power, casting blinding light everwhere. Chao-zu threw all his power into the blast, but the other one was pushing him back. Still he struggled.
Inch by agonizing inch, the green beam was drawing closer and close, and the mime knew he couldn't win. Chao-zu cut off his attacked and blipped out of sight. The green ray narrowly passed by, exploding in a barrage of sparks at the end of the hallway. The midget flew down the corridor, now nearly crying in terror, while Bilo pursued him gamely.
Too panicked to control his power, he flew as far as he could in any direction. The twists and turns no longer had any meaning to them. The gaurd finally caught up, after what seemed like hours. Bilo yelled out and grabbed Chao-zu's leg. "Gotcha!"
Wildly, Chao-zu formed a tiny ki ball, and threw it right at the gaurd's face. Howling in pain, the soldier clasped his nose, and Chao-zu fleed once again. Bilo quickly rushed to catch him again, shaking in rage, blood dribblig out of his nose. Chao-zu believed his luck had finally run out.
And there it was. At the end of the hall, a jarred door remained open, one that should have shut. Flying through the shining metal, Chao-zu flew towards the door with a desperate hope. Shots of ki and sounds of laughter came from behind him, but he ignored it, all hopes focused on the door.
He dove under, barely avoiding a scorching blast, then used all the psychic force he could puster to try and shut the jammed gate. The stubborn structure creaked and groaned. COME ON!!!! SHUT!!!!
Creak.... "YOU'RE DEAD MIME!!!! DEAD!!!!"
Creak....
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" He threw himself back in horror. Bilo's head was crushed under the door, face still fixed in a hideous grin. The door had literally cleaved it in too, and a small puddle of blood dribbled from his mouth. He had apparently tried to crawl under.....and failed. Chao-zu took one more horrified look and started flying as fast and as far as he could, gibbering terrifiedly.
Chao-zu didn't know how long it had been before he regained his senses. He flew down, and hunched over, crying bitterly. He was scared, dead scared, and didn't know what to do, and was too upset to find out where he was. Slowly, he began to calm down. "I'll...I'll never fight again. I don't think I can take any more of this!" The mime glared around at the steel walls, which housed the murderous soldiers he had been forced to kill. Silently, he placed his head between his little knees, wondering what he could possibly do now.
Without warning, a massive fist enclosed his neck. It was Kistolo, who had lost his way in the maze. "Heh heh, so your one of the ones who made such a fuss...."
Chao-zu put his little arms around the fist, trying to pull it off. "You killed many of our soldiers." He laughed stupidly, "Huh heh huh, I'll just take you to the master, once I finish you. Heh, to think such a little shrimp caused so much trouble."
Chao-zu looked at the yellow giant, but there was no mercy in the idiot's eyes. His arms began to slide off "Good, that's it, just relax, little boy. It'll all be over soon."
Chao-zu's struggles became weaker and weaker. He couldn't die here, not like this, not so alone! But his strength was fading, and the world around him turned misty black.
Before Chao-zu passed out, one word amazingly escaped from his throat. "Tien....."
Then darkenss consumed his being, and he fell limp.
To be continued....
You gotta love them cliffhangers. Sorry this chapter took so long, balancing to make sure you don't sympathize TOO much with the villain, yet just enough to make him human, at least. stay tuned for chapter 7!