Ares Denetsu
*****
Dark Forces
Rei and Gohan turned their heads around uneasily, goosebumps raising the hairs on their arms. The corpses (and the pieces of them) had been completely absorbed by the walls, sucked into the cracks.
The ground leaped right under their feet.
"Um, Gohan-kun," Rei squeaked nervously, "is that supposed to happen?"
He slowly craned his neck to the side, to see what could only be described as RUN FAR, FAR AWAY.
"Rei-chan," Gohan began calmly, remembering to blink, "run like hell."
She cast a glance at the monster, froze, eyes widened, and she bolted, Gohan right behind her.
They stumbled down the steps and shot down a branch at an intersecting corridor, feeling the hot, stingy breath of the creature melting the hairs on the backs of their neck.
Of course, the two children found themselves standing on a ledge high above what looked like a tranquil lake.
"Jump!"
Screaming, Rei plummeted into the depths of the black water, feeling sludge fill her ears, her nose, and her mouth, the thick goo engulfing her. Her eyes stung, the water was like acid, and she could feel the glow of Gohan above her…or was it below her? Through the goop filling her mouth, she felt something wriggle into her throat, something alive.
Gohan, disoriented, felt around for the surface, using what little control he had over his now raging power, brushing Rei's panicked psyche by accident. He exploded out of the slimy acid-water, sweeping his head from side to side to shake out the glistening droplets of darkness before he took a deep breath and homed in on Rei's weakening signal, diving back into the sinister lake.
For a trembling, silent moment, the lake was completely still, so very eerily quiet.
And then the surface burst, a veritable hurricane of black sludge thundering up and out of the basin, swooping into the vast corridors, drowning the lurking creature.
Panting, chest heaving, Gohan cradled Rei's limp body to his, his eyes unfocused. With a brisk shake of his head, he set her down carefully on the now-dry lakebed, grasping the side of her lips to purse them. Placing his free hand on her chest, he cleared his mind, tried to think of a way to control his power long enough to revive her. Inhaling slowly and deeply, he sent a wave of power through his palm into her chest cavity, where her heart lay still.
No response.
Trying to ignore the odd fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach, he bent over her, placing his lips on hers and blowing into her mouth, sending another wave into her body.
Again, there was no response.
"Damn it, Rei-chan, wake up," he pleaded softly, placing his lips to hers again, repeating the process another time.
Rei coughed and something climbed into his mouth.
Reflexively, he turned his head to the side and spat it out.
It was like a gecko, was his first impression. A tiny lizard, but almost like a dinosaur with the frill surrounding its neck. It was actually cute…
And then it opened its mouth.
Tiny as it was, Gohan could make out hundreds of jagged teeth arranged in neat, orderly rows; each sharp, glinting tooth was finely honed to an edge and it radiated evil, thick, malignant, and revolting.
Before the creature could move, he slammed his hand down on it, crushing it.
Green blood stuck to his hand and, wrinkling his nose in disgust, he wiped it on the pants of gi, turning back to Rei.
Trickles of blood tinted the corners of her mouth, bright red even in the still darkness.
"Gohan-kun," she asked very distinctly and carefully, "where's the lake?"
He grinned abashedly and made a wide, sweeping motion indicating that he had, quite literally, blown the lake up.
(*)
Vejiita held 'Gokuu' down, Tenshinhann and Kuririn pinning the Saiya-jin's legs to the floor.
Oddly, he didn't struggle.
Roshi, abandoning his normal pervert style, was kneeling beside an unconscious Chichi, Chou-zu was worriedly studying the pregnant woman's shattered wrist, the ragged edges of the bone peeking out from the skin.
The three holding Gokuu down looked at each other cautiously and slowly eased away from 'Gokuu' at the same time.
He pulled himself to his feet mechanically, eyes blank, face emotionless, and started walking towards Chichi as if he were nothing more than a mere drone, a child's toy soldier.
Immediately, he was slammed back into the ground, held there carefully.
"This is not good," Kuririn said quietly as the three women- -Buruma, Lunch, and Juuhachigou- -came running into the kitchen, infant Trunks safely tucked in his mother's arms.
"Gokuu-kun!" Lunch gasped and Buruma, palm-sized computer held out in one hand, shook her head 'no.'
"That's not Son-kun. I can't find a heartbeat or anything signaling he's alive. It's almost as if his soul was taken out of his…"
Buruma trailed off.
"Body," Juuhachigou finished.
Vejiita rolled his coal black eyes and slammed his hand down on the back of Gokuu's neck. Showing no signs of pain, the shell closed its eyes and crumpled.
An insistent beeping rang out from Buruma's computer and she clicked an icon on the screen with her fingertip; Super Sailor Mercury's and Mirai no Trunks' faces were shown instantly, encompassing the entire viewscreen. "Hold up, minna-san," she announced, fishing through the pockets of her loose khakis for a half-headphone; fitting the headband over her head, the receiver part was snugly placed in her ear, the microphone hovering above her upper lip so as to keep static from interfering with the quality of the transmission. "I've got Mercury and Trunks up on communications."
//Hello, okaasan!// Trunks smiled, lavender hair pulled back in a taut ponytail, light blue eyes still serious despite the bright smile he gave her.
"Hello, Trunks-kun," Buruma laughed, absently adjusting her headset.
//Buruma-san, I think I might have found a problem.// Mercury speaking. //We- -we being the Senshi and Z Senshi- -have found…well, the body of the princess I and my fellow Sailor Senshi are honor bound to protect. She appears to have no soul…or life force in her.// Mercury hesitated, brushing a strand of glittering dew-coated blue hair out of her eyes. //We haven't found Gohan or Rei yet, gomen nasai. Is Chichi taking the news fairly well?//
"Weee~eeell…," Buruma drew out lengthily, "a few little things've been happening around here. _Unexpected_ things you might say…"
(*)
"Oh, _SHIT_!!" Venus ducked and rolled to her left side, growling in frustration at the annoying little fact that the Chain Wink Sword was caught in it sheath as the corpse of what looked like Goliath or something reached toward her, putrescent flesh hanging off his bony fingers.
Juunanagou calmly walked up behind the corpse and thrust his open hand through its chest, tearing straight through the chest cavity, effectively decapitating it right below its shoulders.
He didn't even bother to glance at the limp body as it fell, in two places, to the floor, his brown overcoat flung on his shoulder, free hand in his jeans' pocket.
"Here, it's cold," he told her casually, flipping the cloth at her. Deftly, she caught it and looked back up at him.
She hadn't realized he had changed clothing before they left; he had on a white sweatshirt with a black t-shirt (a RR logo decorating the left breast) and jeans (a rip over one knee); dark sneakers, white socks, and an orange bandanna around his neck completed the strange ensemble.
He noticed her curious look and defended, "I used to wear this all the time."
Venus shrugged and pulled the overcoat on over her thin fuku, unthreading the red ribbon woven into her hair so as to pull her golden locks back from her face.
"Let me," he offered and, shyly, she let go of her loose hair, letting him thread his pale fingers into her soft hair, his hands deftly braiding her locks into a tightly woven braid. "You should stop using this shampoo. It smells disgusting."
"It's lilac!" she retorted, wndering on how he had to criticize her about her _shampoo_ (of all things) while at the same time thinking, 'dang! He must have one heckuva good sense of smell!'
"I prefer honeysuckle," he snapped right back. He was quiet for a moment before, with a sheepish grin, he shook his head and laughed, a low sound mingling pleasantly with the gentle chime of his hoop earrings hitting metal implants beneath the skin by his earlobes. "We are truly pathetic," Juunanagou grinned, "if we argue about a trifle like shampoo scents."
"I agree," Venus chuckled as he continued to plait her hair, "We really should think on more important things. Like rescuing our friends."
"Or possibly the corpse right behind me?" he suggested, then kicked one foot up sharply behind him in an impossible roundhouse kick, smashing the bloody skull right off the corpse, causing it to fall emptily to the floor. "Nope, never mind, got rid of that pest."
How could he be so merciless? But then again, she reasoned, they _were_ destroying the already-technically-dead, so…
"I apologize," he whispered lowly, in her ear, his warm breath tickling the nape of her neck, "if I seem uncouth."
Trying to ignore the urge to grab him and do unmentionable things- -it just wasn't decent to think naughty thoughts, much less while on a rescue mission- -that would have Ginzishou scolding her for a month, Venus simply settled for turning beet red.
Juunanagou smirked and snapped her long braid. "I'm evil, you know," he laughed softly, "but it's in my best interest to act like a good guy at this point."
"You are a very confusing man," Venus muttered, "Juunanagou."
He mock-bowed. "You are far too kind, Minako. I've killed for less than that."
"Oh, yes," she nodded sagely, turning to look up the few inches separating their heights, "I've heard about you from your sister. Kicked the head off your creator, did you? Crushed the decapitated head like an overripe melon, correct? Actually, I think you're kind of attractive when you act all sinister and bad guy-like." She fluttered her eyelashes at him, patted his cheek with her glove, and swept off, thick braid bouncing off her back.
He stood there stupidly for a moment, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.
Well, he decided after a moment's careful reflection, even if he couldn't figure out why she did the craziest things to him, at least he could count on the basic idea that he had the same twisted effect on her.
Yes, he nodded affirmatively to himself. That was a good thing.
Wait a second.
She thought he was attractive when he was being arrogant and immature?
"Hey, Minako! Hold your gosh damn horses!"
(*)
"Oh, look. It's a big cavern. How…useful."
Gohan stuck his tongue out at a sarcastic Rei and she adopted an innocent expression, blinking languidly beneath her long black eyelashes.
It made him very uncomfortable.
The air was quiet again and he thought, with sinking dread, he heard a chuckle he had thought he'd destroyed completely.
"Gohan…," Rei suddenly said, her voice high and slightly frightened, "is it a bad thing when a very tall, very ugly, green-and-black-spotted man with metal for skin appears in front of you?"
"H-hai…"
"Ah. We're screwed."
(*)
The Gokuu drone had failed. Metallia frowned and turned to Cell, who looked infuriatingly calm about the entire thing. Damn him.
"I'm sure you find this _highly_ amusing," she snapped irritably, glowering at the taller android.
He shrugged, that annoying half-smirk, oozing with smugness, popping onto his face. "Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, I get to fight the brat Gohan."
Metallia sighed and snapped her fingers, dispelling the holograms. She crossed 'her' arms over her chest, tapping her booted foot thoughtfully. "I suppose," she said after a while, "I can create a false image to make Gohan think his mother and father are dead, killed by his father's own hands."
"Very well," Cell nodded. "I shall dispatch of this annoying little half-breed mosquito while you…"
"Get rid of Rei?" Metallia cackled. Her dark smile widened insanely. "Yes, but I shan't kill her outright, no, the little bitch should suffer like I suffered throughout that accursed Selenity's assault. I'll let her die right before Gohan's eyes and," her smile grew malicious and curved malevolently, "then he shall surrender to insanity…"
"And I shall fight pure, undiluted, unrestrained power," Cell sneered. Laughing darkly to himself, he vanished into the walls, moving unconsciously to the enormous cavern the two youths found themselves in.
Metallia giggled viciously to herself. "Now to go Senshi hunting…"
With one last snigger, she, too, melted into the wall, following the ki trails of the rescue party.
(*)
Goten and Selenity knelt beside Gokuu, trying to comfort him.
The burning, uncontrolled pain blazing in his skull faded quietly, leaving him and his soul, exhausted, fell prostrate on the ground, cheek pressed hard against the cool green grass of the little oasis of their dimension.
"Chichi-chan," he whispered once, falling into deep slumber.
Ahhhh!! Another chapter done! See, I was going to write this _last_ night, April 28, 2001, but I was given a choice by my mom - I could have one of my best friends over for a sleep-over or I could stay up until one in the morning writing and posting (which means I would have probably finished "Ares Denetsu") this. I chose my friend. Soooo…you'll have to wait for tomorrow for more fanfiction!
Oh, in regards to Minimerc's thought that Gokuu was possessed, he isn't. His soul was taken from his body and it is my personal belief that if the body has no soul, it's nothing but a drone. Which is why he tried to kill Chichi- -it wasn't really Gokuu, it was the body of Gokuu. But it got you to review! Cool!
In the previous chapter and this one, I had references to Gokuu feeling Chichi's pain. That's my tribute to the bond cliché a lot of DBZ writers like to sue. (As the authoress of this gorgeous Juunanagou x Pan fic [can't remember the title of it] put it, a Saiya-jin bond is like "love to the bajillionth power.") So, I built on the idea by having Gokuu's soul being able to feel Chichi's soul's pain. It might be cliché, but, heck, I like it…
Next chapter'll have Yamucha get beat up!…WHA-?! No! I like Yamucha!!
The side stories are in progress and I think I'll have possibly two for "Ares Denetsu", one covering the events in the previous chapter that involved Juunanagou and Minako, the other building on the events occurring between Yamucha and Jupiter in the next installment.
So, ja mata, ya crazy people!
And you not so crazy people, too.
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ How can I say this lightly? REVIEW.]
[PSS~ I love "Disney's Tarzan"!!!!! I taped it off ABC and I'm gonna watch it over and over and over…then I'll write a songfic using S Club 7's "Never Had A Dream Come True" song. Disney rules, and you know it! WATCH "DISNEY'S TARZAN". I saw it in theaters and I haven't seen it after that until today, April 29, 2001! WOO-HOO!! And "Team Bonet's Tarzan Shrine" is positively gorgeous, even though it hasn't been updated since January of 2000.]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
Dark Forces
Rei and Gohan turned their heads around uneasily, goosebumps raising the hairs on their arms. The corpses (and the pieces of them) had been completely absorbed by the walls, sucked into the cracks.
The ground leaped right under their feet.
"Um, Gohan-kun," Rei squeaked nervously, "is that supposed to happen?"
He slowly craned his neck to the side, to see what could only be described as RUN FAR, FAR AWAY.
"Rei-chan," Gohan began calmly, remembering to blink, "run like hell."
She cast a glance at the monster, froze, eyes widened, and she bolted, Gohan right behind her.
They stumbled down the steps and shot down a branch at an intersecting corridor, feeling the hot, stingy breath of the creature melting the hairs on the backs of their neck.
Of course, the two children found themselves standing on a ledge high above what looked like a tranquil lake.
"Jump!"
Screaming, Rei plummeted into the depths of the black water, feeling sludge fill her ears, her nose, and her mouth, the thick goo engulfing her. Her eyes stung, the water was like acid, and she could feel the glow of Gohan above her…or was it below her? Through the goop filling her mouth, she felt something wriggle into her throat, something alive.
Gohan, disoriented, felt around for the surface, using what little control he had over his now raging power, brushing Rei's panicked psyche by accident. He exploded out of the slimy acid-water, sweeping his head from side to side to shake out the glistening droplets of darkness before he took a deep breath and homed in on Rei's weakening signal, diving back into the sinister lake.
For a trembling, silent moment, the lake was completely still, so very eerily quiet.
And then the surface burst, a veritable hurricane of black sludge thundering up and out of the basin, swooping into the vast corridors, drowning the lurking creature.
Panting, chest heaving, Gohan cradled Rei's limp body to his, his eyes unfocused. With a brisk shake of his head, he set her down carefully on the now-dry lakebed, grasping the side of her lips to purse them. Placing his free hand on her chest, he cleared his mind, tried to think of a way to control his power long enough to revive her. Inhaling slowly and deeply, he sent a wave of power through his palm into her chest cavity, where her heart lay still.
No response.
Trying to ignore the odd fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach, he bent over her, placing his lips on hers and blowing into her mouth, sending another wave into her body.
Again, there was no response.
"Damn it, Rei-chan, wake up," he pleaded softly, placing his lips to hers again, repeating the process another time.
Rei coughed and something climbed into his mouth.
Reflexively, he turned his head to the side and spat it out.
It was like a gecko, was his first impression. A tiny lizard, but almost like a dinosaur with the frill surrounding its neck. It was actually cute…
And then it opened its mouth.
Tiny as it was, Gohan could make out hundreds of jagged teeth arranged in neat, orderly rows; each sharp, glinting tooth was finely honed to an edge and it radiated evil, thick, malignant, and revolting.
Before the creature could move, he slammed his hand down on it, crushing it.
Green blood stuck to his hand and, wrinkling his nose in disgust, he wiped it on the pants of gi, turning back to Rei.
Trickles of blood tinted the corners of her mouth, bright red even in the still darkness.
"Gohan-kun," she asked very distinctly and carefully, "where's the lake?"
He grinned abashedly and made a wide, sweeping motion indicating that he had, quite literally, blown the lake up.
(*)
Vejiita held 'Gokuu' down, Tenshinhann and Kuririn pinning the Saiya-jin's legs to the floor.
Oddly, he didn't struggle.
Roshi, abandoning his normal pervert style, was kneeling beside an unconscious Chichi, Chou-zu was worriedly studying the pregnant woman's shattered wrist, the ragged edges of the bone peeking out from the skin.
The three holding Gokuu down looked at each other cautiously and slowly eased away from 'Gokuu' at the same time.
He pulled himself to his feet mechanically, eyes blank, face emotionless, and started walking towards Chichi as if he were nothing more than a mere drone, a child's toy soldier.
Immediately, he was slammed back into the ground, held there carefully.
"This is not good," Kuririn said quietly as the three women- -Buruma, Lunch, and Juuhachigou- -came running into the kitchen, infant Trunks safely tucked in his mother's arms.
"Gokuu-kun!" Lunch gasped and Buruma, palm-sized computer held out in one hand, shook her head 'no.'
"That's not Son-kun. I can't find a heartbeat or anything signaling he's alive. It's almost as if his soul was taken out of his…"
Buruma trailed off.
"Body," Juuhachigou finished.
Vejiita rolled his coal black eyes and slammed his hand down on the back of Gokuu's neck. Showing no signs of pain, the shell closed its eyes and crumpled.
An insistent beeping rang out from Buruma's computer and she clicked an icon on the screen with her fingertip; Super Sailor Mercury's and Mirai no Trunks' faces were shown instantly, encompassing the entire viewscreen. "Hold up, minna-san," she announced, fishing through the pockets of her loose khakis for a half-headphone; fitting the headband over her head, the receiver part was snugly placed in her ear, the microphone hovering above her upper lip so as to keep static from interfering with the quality of the transmission. "I've got Mercury and Trunks up on communications."
//Hello, okaasan!// Trunks smiled, lavender hair pulled back in a taut ponytail, light blue eyes still serious despite the bright smile he gave her.
"Hello, Trunks-kun," Buruma laughed, absently adjusting her headset.
//Buruma-san, I think I might have found a problem.// Mercury speaking. //We- -we being the Senshi and Z Senshi- -have found…well, the body of the princess I and my fellow Sailor Senshi are honor bound to protect. She appears to have no soul…or life force in her.// Mercury hesitated, brushing a strand of glittering dew-coated blue hair out of her eyes. //We haven't found Gohan or Rei yet, gomen nasai. Is Chichi taking the news fairly well?//
"Weee~eeell…," Buruma drew out lengthily, "a few little things've been happening around here. _Unexpected_ things you might say…"
(*)
"Oh, _SHIT_!!" Venus ducked and rolled to her left side, growling in frustration at the annoying little fact that the Chain Wink Sword was caught in it sheath as the corpse of what looked like Goliath or something reached toward her, putrescent flesh hanging off his bony fingers.
Juunanagou calmly walked up behind the corpse and thrust his open hand through its chest, tearing straight through the chest cavity, effectively decapitating it right below its shoulders.
He didn't even bother to glance at the limp body as it fell, in two places, to the floor, his brown overcoat flung on his shoulder, free hand in his jeans' pocket.
"Here, it's cold," he told her casually, flipping the cloth at her. Deftly, she caught it and looked back up at him.
She hadn't realized he had changed clothing before they left; he had on a white sweatshirt with a black t-shirt (a RR logo decorating the left breast) and jeans (a rip over one knee); dark sneakers, white socks, and an orange bandanna around his neck completed the strange ensemble.
He noticed her curious look and defended, "I used to wear this all the time."
Venus shrugged and pulled the overcoat on over her thin fuku, unthreading the red ribbon woven into her hair so as to pull her golden locks back from her face.
"Let me," he offered and, shyly, she let go of her loose hair, letting him thread his pale fingers into her soft hair, his hands deftly braiding her locks into a tightly woven braid. "You should stop using this shampoo. It smells disgusting."
"It's lilac!" she retorted, wndering on how he had to criticize her about her _shampoo_ (of all things) while at the same time thinking, 'dang! He must have one heckuva good sense of smell!'
"I prefer honeysuckle," he snapped right back. He was quiet for a moment before, with a sheepish grin, he shook his head and laughed, a low sound mingling pleasantly with the gentle chime of his hoop earrings hitting metal implants beneath the skin by his earlobes. "We are truly pathetic," Juunanagou grinned, "if we argue about a trifle like shampoo scents."
"I agree," Venus chuckled as he continued to plait her hair, "We really should think on more important things. Like rescuing our friends."
"Or possibly the corpse right behind me?" he suggested, then kicked one foot up sharply behind him in an impossible roundhouse kick, smashing the bloody skull right off the corpse, causing it to fall emptily to the floor. "Nope, never mind, got rid of that pest."
How could he be so merciless? But then again, she reasoned, they _were_ destroying the already-technically-dead, so…
"I apologize," he whispered lowly, in her ear, his warm breath tickling the nape of her neck, "if I seem uncouth."
Trying to ignore the urge to grab him and do unmentionable things- -it just wasn't decent to think naughty thoughts, much less while on a rescue mission- -that would have Ginzishou scolding her for a month, Venus simply settled for turning beet red.
Juunanagou smirked and snapped her long braid. "I'm evil, you know," he laughed softly, "but it's in my best interest to act like a good guy at this point."
"You are a very confusing man," Venus muttered, "Juunanagou."
He mock-bowed. "You are far too kind, Minako. I've killed for less than that."
"Oh, yes," she nodded sagely, turning to look up the few inches separating their heights, "I've heard about you from your sister. Kicked the head off your creator, did you? Crushed the decapitated head like an overripe melon, correct? Actually, I think you're kind of attractive when you act all sinister and bad guy-like." She fluttered her eyelashes at him, patted his cheek with her glove, and swept off, thick braid bouncing off her back.
He stood there stupidly for a moment, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.
Well, he decided after a moment's careful reflection, even if he couldn't figure out why she did the craziest things to him, at least he could count on the basic idea that he had the same twisted effect on her.
Yes, he nodded affirmatively to himself. That was a good thing.
Wait a second.
She thought he was attractive when he was being arrogant and immature?
"Hey, Minako! Hold your gosh damn horses!"
(*)
"Oh, look. It's a big cavern. How…useful."
Gohan stuck his tongue out at a sarcastic Rei and she adopted an innocent expression, blinking languidly beneath her long black eyelashes.
It made him very uncomfortable.
The air was quiet again and he thought, with sinking dread, he heard a chuckle he had thought he'd destroyed completely.
"Gohan…," Rei suddenly said, her voice high and slightly frightened, "is it a bad thing when a very tall, very ugly, green-and-black-spotted man with metal for skin appears in front of you?"
"H-hai…"
"Ah. We're screwed."
(*)
The Gokuu drone had failed. Metallia frowned and turned to Cell, who looked infuriatingly calm about the entire thing. Damn him.
"I'm sure you find this _highly_ amusing," she snapped irritably, glowering at the taller android.
He shrugged, that annoying half-smirk, oozing with smugness, popping onto his face. "Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, I get to fight the brat Gohan."
Metallia sighed and snapped her fingers, dispelling the holograms. She crossed 'her' arms over her chest, tapping her booted foot thoughtfully. "I suppose," she said after a while, "I can create a false image to make Gohan think his mother and father are dead, killed by his father's own hands."
"Very well," Cell nodded. "I shall dispatch of this annoying little half-breed mosquito while you…"
"Get rid of Rei?" Metallia cackled. Her dark smile widened insanely. "Yes, but I shan't kill her outright, no, the little bitch should suffer like I suffered throughout that accursed Selenity's assault. I'll let her die right before Gohan's eyes and," her smile grew malicious and curved malevolently, "then he shall surrender to insanity…"
"And I shall fight pure, undiluted, unrestrained power," Cell sneered. Laughing darkly to himself, he vanished into the walls, moving unconsciously to the enormous cavern the two youths found themselves in.
Metallia giggled viciously to herself. "Now to go Senshi hunting…"
With one last snigger, she, too, melted into the wall, following the ki trails of the rescue party.
(*)
Goten and Selenity knelt beside Gokuu, trying to comfort him.
The burning, uncontrolled pain blazing in his skull faded quietly, leaving him and his soul, exhausted, fell prostrate on the ground, cheek pressed hard against the cool green grass of the little oasis of their dimension.
"Chichi-chan," he whispered once, falling into deep slumber.
Ahhhh!! Another chapter done! See, I was going to write this _last_ night, April 28, 2001, but I was given a choice by my mom - I could have one of my best friends over for a sleep-over or I could stay up until one in the morning writing and posting (which means I would have probably finished "Ares Denetsu") this. I chose my friend. Soooo…you'll have to wait for tomorrow for more fanfiction!
Oh, in regards to Minimerc's thought that Gokuu was possessed, he isn't. His soul was taken from his body and it is my personal belief that if the body has no soul, it's nothing but a drone. Which is why he tried to kill Chichi- -it wasn't really Gokuu, it was the body of Gokuu. But it got you to review! Cool!
In the previous chapter and this one, I had references to Gokuu feeling Chichi's pain. That's my tribute to the bond cliché a lot of DBZ writers like to sue. (As the authoress of this gorgeous Juunanagou x Pan fic [can't remember the title of it] put it, a Saiya-jin bond is like "love to the bajillionth power.") So, I built on the idea by having Gokuu's soul being able to feel Chichi's soul's pain. It might be cliché, but, heck, I like it…
Next chapter'll have Yamucha get beat up!…WHA-?! No! I like Yamucha!!
The side stories are in progress and I think I'll have possibly two for "Ares Denetsu", one covering the events in the previous chapter that involved Juunanagou and Minako, the other building on the events occurring between Yamucha and Jupiter in the next installment.
So, ja mata, ya crazy people!
And you not so crazy people, too.
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ How can I say this lightly? REVIEW.]
[PSS~ I love "Disney's Tarzan"!!!!! I taped it off ABC and I'm gonna watch it over and over and over…then I'll write a songfic using S Club 7's "Never Had A Dream Come True" song. Disney rules, and you know it! WATCH "DISNEY'S TARZAN". I saw it in theaters and I haven't seen it after that until today, April 29, 2001! WOO-HOO!! And "Team Bonet's Tarzan Shrine" is positively gorgeous, even though it hasn't been updated since January of 2000.]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.