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The door of this coffin that was standing firmly on the ground had now gone flying off after what sounded like a slam from the inside..and it went flying in Goten's direction, Goten barely managing to quickly knock it down and out of his way with both of his fists.
Now to the bastard inside the coffin. Goten's eyes rolled upward toward he who was floating out of the coffin with a black, sinister glow. Android Seventeen was who it was. The sky above the three warriors had then seemed to go immediately dim as a black bolt of thunder fell upon the space in the distance.
Here they were. Super Saiya-jin Son Gokou 4, Android Seventeen, and Son Goten in a slowly boiling stage one. It could not get more nastily crucial than this. Though...it was no time for giving up. Not after this much. So...Goten carefully moved into a low fighting stance, very darkly glancing from one opponent to the other.
The sound of Seventeen's voice finally came out again. "You confused little idiot. You're no doubt relying on me to tell you what's happening here. Should I begin now?" Sharp and controllably bitter words fell from Goten's tongue. "Tell me now so I can finish this."
Seventeen laughed in a moaning way and then began his part. "Well now, alright then." He then held up a hand to the air. "This place that you are in...is not the dimension that you lived in all your life. This is the world that I have manifested for my plans using the power of the Gemstone Grave."
Goten's eyes shot over to 'Son Gokou' awkwardly, the red-eyed recreation staring right back at him like a statue. Goten then glanced back over to Seventeen. "Gemstone Grave?"
Seventeen nodded eerily as the pupils in his eyes blackened for a brief second. "Yes. It is the object that has become an addiction for Eighteen and I. Not only does it increase the capability of our power each time we draw its magic; it also allows us to create a place in a part of space far away from your realm...where we may prepare to eliminate you moronic earthlings that dare to challenge us."
Son Goten's fists lowered weakly as he heard this. So it was true. It really was the perfect trap...the perfect cage for Goten to be killed in. This was where they had taken his brother and his father. This is where their souls were driven from their bodies and replaced with artificial strength and knowledge.
Seventeen tried to hold in a demonic kind of laughter within him as he floated closer to Goten and 'Gokou'. "The plain of the Gemstone Grave will be your grave, Son Goten. Forgive me for not bringing your friends along for the ride, but they are in Eighteen's loving care back on your planet that will be reduced to wasteland in a matter of small time."
Goten couldnt stand to hear it anymore. His elbows sank back at the sides as he started to slowly take steps ahead, massive spirals of energy closing on his body, pumping up every inch of his anatomy. At the point where his muscles had reached a rock-solid composure, he flew forward toward the smiling android.
Before he managed to reach him, something grabbed him from behind and spun him around to face him. The being that was Red Ribbon Gokou was glaring at him just before throwing out a forcing kick to Goten's stomach, flying upward with the kick to add extra leverage to carry him into the sky.
Goten struggled to fight the impact as he went flying into the air, and a bright green beam came from Seventeen's direction below that had thereafter caught Goten in the chest, carrying him higher and higher into the black-clouded ceiling of the sky.
He was too overwhelmed by this force, and could not even control the incredibly persistent power that was driving him sky-rocketing beyond his control. 'Son Gokou' then lowered down to the ground next to the vile android Seventeen, and there they both stood, waiting a good amount of time before they had finally heard Goten's body crashing down somewhere in the distance.
Would this seal it? As strong and confident as Son Goten tried to prepare himself to be...this was just too overpowering. After all, both his brother and his father had fallen victim to the onslaught of this blasted force. The unpredictable power of the androids and this Gemstone Grave.
Could it be that he would never get a chance to experience the feeling of his home on Earth? It was extremely disturbing to know that the toughest men he had known would be swatted down by something like artificial humans in the bitter end.
Vegeta and Ripper may not have been the most pure-hearted individuals he had known, but when it came down to it, they were righteous in doing what they had to do in the face of the grim reaper. Jotaro had the same charisma in that event. Trunks, someone who never deserved this terrible pain, would share the same fate if all was successful for these androids.
Ayeka...the most purely gorgeous thing he had ever known would be harmed for no reason at all. Taken away from him for spite, for sport, for good fun. She, the angel of his thoughts, would die harshly...and they, the scum of the universe, would live on....in their stability.
Stability. No.
As he lay on the ground of the plain of dark nothingness, the symphony of his wrath was blaring through his veins. No more stability. No more dwelling for the evil. Tear it all down.
His eyes could be felt losing their solidity as an explosion within him brought him to his feet, and the feeling flowed stronger. Slice it to pieces....and make these monsters become vagabonds of the valley of death.
The two evils could see him now, treading before them with his hair flapping up at the backs of it, glowing in the darkest shade of gold, the eyes that had shown through the center of his pupils now an electric violet color.
Nothing was even being charged up at his will as circular rain started to pour out from his ki, shredding up the ground like colossal wrecking balls. The android named Seventeen was frozen in place, his eyes not so dull anymore. The image of Son Gokou was also standing there in some kind of shock, and his stance was that of nervous hesitation.
It was happening. The spirit of recognition was flowing through the Super Saiya-jin Son Goten....and it was recognizing the trash of this galaxy as disposable. A barrage of beams now flooded out from him and almost instantly destroyed the garage structure near them and much of the ground that surrounded it.
More floods of energy were drilling at the land, and even at the towering clouds in the sky. No one would have known that this immense power could come from a single Saiya-jin, the power that was just tearing and tearing away at the atmospheric organization of the Gemstone Grave.
The one that had existed in the body of Son Gokou had now made a move, stomping toward Goten with an aggresive form. Amidst all the collapsing of the world around them, Goten had seen the advance dead on like a sensory impulse that was set aside just for viewing the movements of the enemy....and another burst of power encased Goten's outline as he rocketed forward with both fists far in front of him....plowing completely through the front of Red Ribbon Gokou's stomach and kicking out of the other side with an abominable thrust.
He did not even look back as the base of his leg seemed to carry him right over to Seventeen who abruptly phased out of view...but he would soon find that Goten had phased right with him, and dug right into Seventeen's stomach with the front of his leg, tearing out of the other side with a single fist.
As Son Goten firmly landed on the ground and took a glance behind him, there were two villains that had threatened him massively only moments ago, each with flickering messy holes on their stomachs as they stood there like petrified wood.
It would have been a comforting sight to see if Goten had not felt this immediate urge to erase the decadence of the horror they had represented. So...this urge that had come over him had now guided his hands into a sharply cupped position, drawing in a white square of ki. Without a sound leaving Goten's mouth, he threw out both of his palms and shot a cylindrical line of ki that flew through both Seventeen and Son Gokou's holes, now appearing like a kind of shiny necklace with the android and the artificial Saiya-jin as the beads.
As the base of the line of power grew, it expanded far enough to completely break the bodies of the two devilish fiends...bringing forth a dual explosion that blanketed every inch of Goten's electrified sight. Abrupt blackness followed, a comforting blackness.
It was so farmiliar. A delicious wind could be felt on his face, along with the touch of a maple leaf on his neck. He had opened his eyes then, and he had known this location as the exact spot on Earth by the dock where he had been taken away before. Goten then slowly set up, noticing that his entire anatomy was back to normal....and that Trunks was standing about 15 feet away from him with a brightly startled look on his face.
"My God--...Goten?!" Both Saiyans' eyes met at that point, a deliverance from Goten's signified that everything was just fine now, somehow. Trunks quickly walked over to Goten, looking down to him anxiously. "Are you alright? What in the world happened there?"
Goten blinked kind of slowly as he tilted his head. "....a really long story, man. Seventeen's happiness is over. Where...is android Eighteen?" Trunks sighed lightly, contently with a very small smirk. "Ripper killed her while you were gone. He and Jotaro disappeared about an hour after that."
A wonderful piece of news. Son Goten picked himself up from his spot on the ground, sliding a hand down the back of his neck as he looked up to one of the rooftops nearby, seeing Vegeta standing there subtly with his arms folded, looking quite weathered, but rather peaceful at the same time.
Goten directly glanced to him now and raised a thumb up in his direction. He could then see Vegeta's arms slowly unfold, and he gradually nodded back to Goten with his own manner of somewhat contentment. How sweet victory was among three life-long partners in combat, partners with the same blood.
But....here came the crucial matter in Goten's heart as he turned back to look at Trunks. "Hey...Trunks.....is Ayeka alright?" Trunks' eyes calmed down further as he nodded reassuringly to Goten. "I got some water for her and woke her up; she's fine. After abit, she went to the park to clear her head."
A warm smile curved up at Goten's lips, his eyes frozen in the direction of the park in their town. "Thank you, Trunks. You are a great friend." Trunks shook his head a slight bit. "Don't mention it. Go ahead and check on her, Goten. We'll talk later."
Goten then turned back to Trunks and clutched his fist in his own with a vital nod. "Take care." The remaining Saiya-jin from the pure-hearted Son Gokou's family now gently broke away from the dock and floated toward the park. The town was still a mess, but Goten would then see that the gates of the park and everything behind it were as good as new.
He went on to make his way inside, now walking down the empty, brick path that led to the small fountain. It was a fairly large park, but Goten knew where she was. He could taste her presence amidst the silence of the forgotten dwelling place that this area had become. Soon, as he found his way past the trees, he had seen her. Sitting there on the bench with her hands on her lap, one over the other. The young man almost unconsciously leaned back on the nearest tree, just looking at her with blissfully open senses. She was so important to him that he had now wondered if he would not have won the final battle if he had not loved her so. But none of that really mattered now, because the love would forever be there, and he had won. This beautiful angel would not be a prize, nor would it be an expected gift to him. Though it would always be...the placid spirit among the turmoil.