Chapter Five
Memory Provoked
My work here is done. Sekhmet thought with a smirk. She glanced back at Gokou's shocked and furious face and felt a bit uncomfortable. She flew to Gokou.
Gokou got up, ignoring the pain and looked Sekhmet in the eye. "If you want to fight me, then fight me. But don't kill anyone else."
Sekhmet frowned. He was taking the fun out of this. She reached down and grabbed her dagger. "You're missing the point."
With that, she flew out of there without looking back.
Bulma stirred, her whole body sore and hurting. Surprisingly, she wasn't severely hurt. Vegeta! What happened to him? She looked at Vegeta and muffled a scream. Oh Kami-sama Vegeta's right arm had been torn off to leave a bloody stuff. Both of his legs were showing bones. His face was stoned with shock.
She touched the dead saiyans face gently. He was so cold. Suddenly, she saw some one limping to her in the distance. Gokou?
"Bulmayou're still alive." The wind carried Gokou's voice.
"I'm alive," she said bitterly," that's more than I can say for Vegeta."
Gokou walked up to her and put an arm around his best friend. "We can always summon the Dragonballs to restore everyone that Sekhmet killed."
Bulma broke down crying. "Vegeta wasn't that bad, I mean, some times, I felt like I wanted strangle him. ButI reallyloved him."
Gokou sighed. "I know how it's like to lose a loved one. I mean, Chi-Chi's gone."
"You have to kill Sekhmet."
"But I wish I knew how."
Sekhmet flicked a strand of black hair from her face as she glanced around with sunglasses on. It was the next morning and she was bored. She had decided to check out this new world a little, just enough to satisfy her curiosity. And plus, Gokou was too weak to fight now. It wouldn't be that fun. The sunglasses were for her silver eyes. She didn't want to attract attention. And anyway, the sun was out.
A magazine caught her eye. Some astrology magazine. She moved closer to it. Astrology eh? She flipped through it. Her eyes widened at one word. Venus. Venus. The pages slipped from her fingers.
Flash.
A beautiful goddess in front of her. She was offering her something.
Flash.
A man. He had dirty blond hair and he was smiling at her for some reason. Smiling? Why would anyone do that to her?
Flash.
Another man. He had dark and spiky hair. She a strange connection towards him.
Flash.
She was in her reality. Sekhmet dropped the magazine and some other customers turned and stared at her. Not wanting more attention than she had already attracted, she picked up the magazine and walked out calmly.
Her heart sped up. What were those images? Who was that dark-haired man?
"Where are we now?" Gokou asked as Gohan settled him down.
Gohan sighed. His dad was never this serious. Then again, his mother and Vegeta were dead. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I don't want to take us to the Kame House since I'm sorta afraid Sekhmet will follow us there and kill Master Roshi."
"Isn't Master Roshi immortal?"
"There's always the pain."
"Oh."
"So what do we do now?"
Gokou sighed deeply. "I have no idea."
It was nightfall and Sekhmet still didn't attack. The girl leaned back on a bench and sipped her smoothie. It had been fairly easy to steal money from the bank. Going through walls and become invisible were no problem. Why am I just sitting here? What has gotten me sounnerved? Is it that dark-haired man? Suddenly, her hands crushed the empty cup and her eyes flashed in the twilight. She threw it behind her as she got up.
"OW!"
Sekhmet twirled around and realized she threw it in some one's face. The boy had purple hair. Her eyes flew open in surprise as she said the first word that came out of her mouth. "Trunks?" Hell? Why'd I say Trunks? Aren't trunks boxers or something? Perhaps swimming trunks?
The boy threw the cup to the ground. His nose was bleeding as he threw Sekhmet a terrified look and ran. "MOMMY!!"
No, that's not Trunks. Whoever that is. She felt a slight shock when the boy ran away and gave her that terrified look. But why? Didn't she live for fear of the others. Oh great. I'm going all mushy. She made a fist, fingernails digging into her palm. Blood leaked onto the ground. The more I delay this, I more I'm going to act like this. I have to kill Gokou. She walked away, but suddenly turned around and gasped.
No one was there.
But for a second, she thought that she had seen the dark-haired man.
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yeah, yeah, I know. There's not much action in this chapter. But at least you all know Bulma didn't die ne? I promise action in the next chapter. Ja for now.
