Hero
By Chibi K
Original Concept by Dot
Chapter 4
She fluttered in and out of consciousness for a while,
before she gained the strength to open her eyes. Groggily, Chi-Chi tried to
push herself up from the concrete floor, but her head felt extremely heavy, and
a searing pain rushed throughout her whole body instead. She let out a terse
cry, and slumped back to the floor again.
After a few moments she became aware of yells in the
vicinity. These yells were faint to her, however, they were really ear-piercing
screams. Again she tried to move, but the pain was still present, torturing
her. Tears sprung out from the corners of her eyes. She desperately called to
her unresponsive body. For Chi-Chi, it was sheer agony.
Finally, her left hand took mercy on her. Trembling, she
reached out for the back of her head, where the pain seemed to begin from.
A touch, and her arm immediately fell back beside her. She
was able to take one look at it though.
Blood. The hand was completely covered in fresh blood.
A rush of nausea began to overtake her, but Chi-Chi, being
a strong woman, held it in. Her consciousness was threatening to run away
again.
No…no…musn't…fall asleep…
The screams then returned to her ears. It was enough to
make her stay awake. She crawled on the floor, to get a good look on what in
Dende's name was happening.
Apparently, pandemonium had broken out of the parade.
Streamers and balloons were everywhere, but they were not hanging gaily – they
were on the streets, stepped over by the thousands of people who were all
shrieking in fright. The soldiers that were guarding Chi-Chi, she noted,
already abandoned her. In a vain measure, they were restraining the masses
before more hell broke out. The floats vandalized, the stores destroyed – the
Satan City Parade didn't turn out like it was supposed too.
What could that bastard Satan be thinking now.
Just then – Chi-Chi stiffened. Her eyes fell on a mob of
people. They were encircled on some sort of a flame – a yellow flame. Gold
even. Her ears filtered out the screams and she could hear a distinct one – a
warlike yell –
Though her vision had still not cleared, Chi-Chi was able
to make out a golden-haired warrior, pummeling an old man violently, his green
eyes mad, his voice frightfully sounding like Goku's –
Goku-saa…?
Consciousness slipping away, Chi-Chi fainted once more.
***
If you're going to run away, use all
accessible resources before it's too late.
And Videl, being the daughter of
Earth's ruler, sure had many resources.
She tightened her grip on the young man behind her, who,
unfortunately, had spasms every five seconds. This was too bizarre to
understand, but she was holding his arm lest he would faint suddenly or
whatever.
Gohan seemed to have stabilized now.
She looked back at him, and he was quietly following her along the maze of
corridors they were passing.
She glanced at the green shirt(+)
and the unkempt hair. He hasn't cleaned up for days, she thought sadly. Maybe
we should…
They reached a fork. She stopped for a
brief moment, before dragging him off to the right. "This way."
***
Bulma took a deep breath, and blew as
strongly as she could. She had brought Trunks in her bedroom. The dust flew
off, and it revealed an engraving on the maroon notebook: "Bulma's Diary".
"This is my diary, hon." She entrusted
the small thing to Trunks, who eagerly snatched it, flipping through it
quickly.
He paused, and narrowed his eyes. "I
can't read your handwriting Mom."
Bulma laughed and patted his head. "Of
course. You can't read someone else's diary. It's diary magic." Trunks looked
at her suspiciously, unsatisfied at the answer.
"Okay." She took the book from him.
"You wanted to see your father right?" She turned the pages slowly, as if they
were frail enough to break at a sudden
move. Humming, Bulma cheerfully examined each until –
"Aah! Here it is Trunks."
The little boy's face lightened up.
Bulma lay the diary flat on the floor.
"That's your father, dear."
On one side of the diary was scrawly
handwriting, obviously Bulma's, beginning with a "Dear Diary". On the other
side were two photos of the inside of the gravity room, where in both, a man
rippling with muscles was on his knees, sweating profusely. Spiky black hair
stood up from his head, and his face held a look of rage and resolve.
Trunks sat in silence for a moment,
before he spoke up: "He looks…angry."
"Oh he's always like that."
"Why does he look tired Mom?"
"He was training for a battle that
time, honey."
The boy looked up enthusiastically.
"Dad fights?"
"Yes." Bulma smiled, but her blue eyes
carried a disheartened look. If you only knew, Trunks, what torture he had experienced…to let us
live in peace…
He was quiet again, gazing intently at
this man who was supposed to be his father. The father he never got to know.
Suddenly two knocks came from the
door.
"Come in." called Bulma.
The door opened, and pale young woman
entered. She had blonde hair falling to her shoulders. In her hands she carried
a tray with two glasses.
"Oh, Juuhachigou." Bulma acknowledged
the android's presence.
Trunks looked up from the diary and
nodded cheerily. "Juu-san!"
"I made some orange juice."
Juuhachigou walked towards the table, setting the tray down. "Would you like
some?"
***
Ah. Another successful exploit of his
wonderful nature. The gods were definitely on his side, thought Mr. Satan as he
strode off to his palace quarters, his regal atmosphere building up each step.
And that slandering farce of a woman
was finally where she belonged. How dare she resist his undisputed rule? He
gritted his teeth, but then he smiled. At least there was no need for any
interference from him. The people loved him too much.
Son Chi-Chi would definitely be put to
death. And other resistance groups would disappear after, from their extreme
fright…
Mr. Satan laughed. Laughed like the
way he always did.
Like a maniac.
***
"Mama."
Goten shook his mother, anxiously
trying to wake her up.
"Mama." No response. He shook her again.
Beside the stage where the mother and
son were, people were laid out on the streets. He, Goten, had only a vague idea
why they were all asleep. He did not fully remember turning Super Saiyan nor
feeling extreme rage.
On his lap, Chi-Chi began to stir. She
groaned softly.
"Mama!" Goten's face was ecstatic.
"Are you - are you alright?"
"Goten?" Chi-Chi's voice was hoarse.
"Why are you…so dirty?"
"Huh?" The boy did not know until now
that his shirt was torn in different places. His face had dirt smudges.
"Have you been fighting? Bad Goten…"
She asked, before collapsing again in his arms.
"Fighting? No Mama…" But then it
seemed that his mother was right…
Yesterday
I was out of ideas. Really. It seemed that I would not have been able to
continue this fic. ^-^ But then today I began to write. (To tell you the truth
it's really surprising – only yesterday I posted Chapter 3) Is that fast or
what?
What
I'm reaaaaly trying to point out is thank mysticGohan33 (Mystic G) for
her inspirational actions. If not for her reviews I wouldn't have been able to
write this. Sankyuu~~
But
maybe I will not be so lucky with the next chapter. If something happens you
ppl will have to wait for a long time. So I'm apologizing now in case that
happens.
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This green shirt I am talking about is what Gohan was wearing whenever there's
a commercial break in the show…he's riding a car with Videl…ohhh Gohan is so
cute there! ^_^;;