Oh brother. No matter how hard I try, I can't help but
write when I get a review. Why can't I
ever make you guys wait!? *grabs a mirror and glares at herself*
Well, now I seriously don't know what to do in this
chapter…a little guideline in the back of my head.
To VeggiesChick: Thank you so much with your
encouragement and help. I hope this
chapter will be a lot better and I'll take a little more time on this (as
you'll see when I post the story up). If I'm obsessed with a story, I love to write it. Like this. I've always wanted to write it but I wanted to be in the best shape and
descriptive. Took me a month to write
the first chapter. Chapter Two took me
a day (ee!). Maybe I'll torture some
people (yeah right) and go really slow writing this. Well, anyway, thanks for your help (and to your creative writing
teacher too!). Lets see how this
chapter goes, ok?
Sundance300: Ah, another Yamcha fan. *holds up her
Yamcha doll* See!? They do love you Yama-chan! To be honest with you all, I
never knew Yamcha would have such an effect on you people. I just thought he would be a very good
character. *hugs Yamcha* Oh, you're so loved!
Okay, I'll finish my rambling. I am now seriously motivated to write (even
if it's 12:35 at night!).
" I heard he's coming to here."
Six Saiyan warriors were sitting in a black room, around a long round white table. The table hovered in the air while the chairs were actually white and silver stools. One man, who was bald except for the black strands sticking out of the side of his head, was way too large for a stool and so sat on the floor. He had no trouble being still the tallest man in the room, even when sitting. At the moment he looked like he was busy eating something that looked like a strawberry but only green with purple vines at the top. He shoveled them in his mouth quickly before making another grab for more in the bowl in the middle of the table.
The man next to him was quite large himself, only in width. He had a round face and body, with black hair in a bowl cut. A green and white scouter lay over his left eye, beeping every so often. The stool underneath him quivered, threatening to give up under the man's weight.
A woman sat next to him, an identical scouter over her left eye also, but she was also a lot tinier. In fact, she was the smallest in the room, both in length and width. Short black hair sat on her head, the top flattened down and forward so the bangs were on her forehead. The rest went straight down.
On the other side of the table, sat three other men who had the same scowls on their faces. One had long spiky black hair that rested down his back and onwards, touching the floor from his sitting position. He glared at the people across from him, a permanent frown on his lips. His scouter laid unused on the white table, cracked in the side.
The two men beside him though looked exactly the same. Their hair went in different directions, but the same. Same glare and frown. One though, had darker skin and a small jagged scar down his left cheek. Under his thick bangs, he wore a red bandana and he wore a scouter, while the other did not. All the Saiyans present wore the traditional armor, with small to none differences.
" Why would he come here?" The woman asked. She looked towards the longhaired warrior across the table.
" To keep us in line, I suppose," he answered, shrugging his broad shoulders.
" I met him once," the light toned male said beside him in a rough tone. " He didn't like me."
" That's because you captured such a great slave race, Kakarott," the chubby one said
The one named Kakarott, grinned slowly, his features changing from that of bored annoyance to a thrilling evil. His black eyes sparkled slightly, a new light to them.
" Indeed," he agreed. " But how would you know, Panboukin?"
" And what is that suppose to mean?" The chubby one snarled, leaning forward, about to get out of his seat.
" He means that your too fat to get anythin'," the longhaired man said. He wasn't smiling, but his tone was filled with small amusement. Panboukin stood up and both men quickly followed. They exchanged meaniful glares before one's voice broke up their brawl.
" All of you stop it," the old, tanned one ordered behind closed eyelids. His voice was neither amused nor angry-simply bored. " This room is too small to exchange ki blasts."
No one moved.
" I said sit down," the tanned one said and his eyes snapped open. The three standing Saiyans slowly sat down, but their eyes never left each other's.
" You need to learn how to hold your tongue, Radditz," the woman commented. " Somebody's going to cut it out someday."
" Somebody like you, Celipa?" The longhaired man asked with an arched eyebrow. He now glared at her.
" Maybe," the woman said silkily and leaned on her elbows, her head in her hands.
" Please do it," the tanned one said. " I don't want to hear him bicker anymore."
" Father!" Radditz hissed.
" Shut up," the tanned one ordered. Everyone grew silent, besides the big one's munching on the food.
" Can't you eat quietly, Totepos?" Panboukin asked the man next to him.
The man, Totepos only grunted in reply and continued his rampage on food. Panboukin was about to open his mouth again with a comment when the door behind the three slid open with a swish. A tall man, buff with muscles, ran in. He had spiky black hair that pointed to the ceiling and ponytail for the back ends.
" Toma?" The tanned one muttered opening his eyes to welcome the new comer.
" Bardock!" The newcomer yelled, panic etched in his tone and face. " One of the camps was destroyed near the Chi Woods."
" Were any Saiyans hurt?" Bardock asked.
" No sir," Toma answered. " Only humans."
Suddenly Kakarott started laughing in his throat, obviously trying to keep it contained.
" What's so funny?" Celipa asked.
" I destroyed the camp," Kakarott grinned.
" Why?" Bardock questioned, looking at his identical.
" I got bored," he explained simply with a shrug. He still wore a grin.
" Damn all sons," Bardock muttered under his breath. " You just murdered perfectly good slaves."
" Whoops."
" Is that all you have to say?"
Kakarott nodded. Bardock slapped him in the back of the head, hard but not hard enough to actually hurt his son. Instead the boy laughed and continued to grin.
" What are we going to tell the King?" Toma asked.
" Nothing," Bardock said simply. " There was no camp there in the first place. Get rid of the evidence. Celipa, Panboukin, Totepos, go with him. Take some of Kakarott's men to help you burn the bodies.
The four nodded, " Sir." And left single file.
*****
Onni buried his head into his arms, knees drawn up to his chin. He was sitting in a spared tent, bare for the most part besides the fire in the middle and splattered blood surrounding it. Onni made no attempt to try to hide the blood. He already knew it was there and therefore, would never leave his mind. He also refused to leave his camp, his only home. It had been two days since he had found his camp destroyed and still hadn't found his mother's body. He felt Yamcha some time ago also. He knew he saw the disastrous site but did not dare go near it. Instead he had flown off at high speed. To where and why, Onni didn't care. He really didn't care anymore. Except for his mother. At that moment, he would have given anything to see his mother again.
" This place is a mess," a loud voice bellowed. Onni jerked up in surprise, eyes widening. Survivors?
" Ow! Totepos, that was my foot!" A woman screamed and there was a small grunt afterwards. Onni crawled to the flap of the tent slowly and carefully and poked his head out. He couldn't see the loud people within his view.
Onni blinked as he realized how hard his heart was beating. He was thudding in his chest so loud that surely the people outside could hear. As if to calm it, he covered his chest franticly. There was no reason for his actions.
" When you feel weird, afraid,
or any of kind of emotion, listen to it. You're a Saiyan; follow your instincts."
Yamcha had once said that to Onni. Remembering the words, Onni decided it was high time he got out of here. Standing, Onni poked his head back out again and looked both ways, seeing no one. Slowly, Onni moved out of the tent and walked through the burnt tents and rubble.
Celipa suddenly stopped talking to Toma and tilted her head to the side. Her scouter beeped loudly but then went blank.
" What is it?" Toma asked her, when she stopped in mid-sentence.
" My scouter picked up a faint power level," Celipa explained, still searching through the rubble. " It's gone now though."
" Where was it?" Panboukin asked, standing up from sitting on a rock in the distance.
" Over there," Celipa pointed towards the west, where heavier rubble sat. Burnt wood sank in the ground and pointed to the sky, and holed fabrics of tents hanged from some. Ash littered the muddy ground with bloody bodies. A little girl laid face down in the mud, a small doll glued to her pale hand. She was the only child among the mass of adults, women and men.
" Lets go check it out," Toma ordered. He motioned for everyone to follow as he took towards after the faint power level.
Onni looked around slowly, surrounded by the mass of burnt tents and bodies. He tried to ignore their blank expressions and eyes as they stared up at them, but it was a harder task then thought. He kept thinking about how the people screamed for the murderer to stop. Please spare my child, they screamed. Their pleas were unheard. Some must have fought that Saiyan who did this to them. But their efforts were fruitless like the reason of destruction here. Meaningless. A simple blood bath with fire. Not only had these people died with no reason at all, but also none of them had a chance. No one could stand up to the massive race. A flick of the wrist and one person would be dead. Another man or woman or child upon the thousands. Countless people, millions of faces crying out. A voice of one-
Onni's thoughts were suddenly broken as he heard a familiar swish of an oncoming fist. Onni ducked in the time as the blow swished above him harmlessly. Reacting on instincts, Onni twisted away and pounded off to a farther distance. And faced his enemies. Saiyans. Four of them. He didn't have a chance. Did he?
" Well look what we got here," one of them said. He was tall and buff and obviously their leader. He stood out from the rest, two men and a woman, grinning cruelly.
" Is he a pure bred or a hybrid?" The woman asked.
" He had the mark on his neck," the chubby man said.
The mark. The one thing that really proved who was a half-breed and a true Saiyan. When each half ling is born, they are taken away from their mother's for a brief time to see their father's. The father would then personally 'brand' them behind the neck. Instinctively, Onni reached up and rubbed the red sign on his neck. His mother said it was in the Saiyan's language but it looked like a weird mark with an S and J hooked together. Once the baby was marked, they would be thrown back in the camps with their mothers and their fathers, whoever they would be, would never meet them again.
Onni lowered his hand slowly as the leader spoke, " My name is Toma. What's your name?"
Well, he seemed nice enough. He was probably the one who threw the first punch at his head. Would have probably taken his head off too.
" Onni," the hybrid answered.
Toma grinned, " An Saiyan name also. Your mother was well to follow the rules."
Half-breeds also had to have Saiyan names, upon commandment. If the mother did not, she and the child were killed. Some people got away from the rule for a few months, or years, but somebody always found out. The family would then be sentenced to death quickly after.
" Yeah, but she's dead now," Onni said gruffly. " Thanks to you."
Toma laughed, putting his hands on his hips, " Don't thank me. Thank my boss's son."
" Okay, I'll do it personally," Onni met with a glare. " Just give me a name and I'll be on my way."
" You're pretty smart-mouthed for a kid," Toma warned with an evil grin. " I think we better teach you how to shut it."
Onni cursed himself inside for his sharp (and uncontrollable) tongue. He really had no chance against these four. Especially if their first-class soldiers. He would have to make a run for it as soon as the opportunity aroused.
" Sure," Onni grunted and brought up his fists, tensing his small body.
" Look, he wants to fight," Toma laughed. " Totepos, why don't you give him a lesson or two?"
The tallest of the group stepped forward. This must be Totepo, Onni thought. He cracked his large knuckles and grinned. Onni gulped inside. His fists must have been as big as Onni's head and if not, more so! I'm gonna die.
" Hello, Totepos," Onni said weakly. The huge man chuckled in his throat. And launched forward.
Onni's eyes widened in surprise and dodged the giant's fist narrowly. It came crashing down into the ground and left a nice mark on its spot. And just think, Onni. That could have been your head.
Pushing all thoughts aside, Onni leapt back at the man, whirled in the air, and slammed his heel across Totepos's cheek. Onni got the satisfying sight of watching blood shot out of his mouth and splatter in the mud with the rest. With Totepos shocked, Onni didn't stop. Using his previous momentum, Onni landed hard on the foot he kicked the giant and shot back at his enemy, slamming ten fists into his large stomach. Hard punches, that left dents in the man's muscle and made Onni's fists ache- and beg for more.
Onni didn't stop. He knew this man was going to kill him; this was his only chance. The boy kept hammering blow after blow in the body. He felt blood spurt over him from the giant's mouth. Yes, feel pain you monster! I'm going to make you pay! With a furious kick, Onni slammed the giant away from him and watched him skid across the ground.
" AHHH!!!!!" Onni yelled with rage and-yes, blood-thirsty insanity as he powered up an attack in his hands, a glowing blue ki ball. Ran forward after the beast. Flew through the air. Continued screaming. And slammed the ball right into the giant's chest and through.
" Totepos!!!" The woman screamed from behind them. Onni didn't hear her with his own yelling. Blood pumped in his ears. Battle rage shook his entire body. He had never been more satisfied as now for killing this giant. More happy then seeing the twisted look of pain on the killer's face.
Totepos fell to the ground after Onni's attack, lifeless and obviously dead. Onni followed him, only landing on his feet calmly. His body was shaking and breathing heavily. He had used too much power. Too eager for the kill. Kill? Onni blinked slowly and looked down at the pure bred Saiyan. He had actually killed a Saiyan…And Onni had no idea how to feel about it. He was neither sad nor happy anymore. More then anything, he felt slightly empty…and drained. Power drained. Too much…
" I'm going to kill you!" Someone yelled and brought Onni's wavering attention. He returned his eyes on the reminder three Saiyans. Oh yes, he was going to die. At least he took one of them with him…One of thousands. Suddenly, that thought didn't seem like such a happy one. He had killed one Saiyan of thousands, maybe even millions. Human lives? Too many. Far too many.
" I'm sorry," Onni said weakly. The Saiyans didn't hear him. Instead, they launched forward now. The boy felt every blow they slammed into his body. Heard every yell of Saiyan rage. Soon, it was all too much. All the kicks, the punches, the yells blurred together…Onni felt himself slipping from conscious. A warm feeling settled over his eyes and he closed them. Oh, if this was death…let it be…Onni stopped fighting and let the wave of darkness and warmth overtake him.
To Sardonyx: See Yamcha, they do
like your hair that way. Why did you
have to change it!? *shakes her doll roughly* Jeez! *coughs* Well anyway, I'm
happy you enjoyed the story and that you didn't miss it. We then wouldn't be
having this conversation now would we? Thank you for your compliments about my handwriting *hugs her story* I
feel so warm and fuzzy…
Xnightshade17: Thank you for
your personal e-mail about my story. You helped me come up with what happened next.
Matches: I wish the chapters
were longer also! I'm trying, but I'm
failing. If there's a nice ending, I
take it. But thanks for your return to
the story and I'll try really hard to make these chapters longer for
you.
Kakavegeto: Oh, nice name! That's so cute! *gets all giddy* Thank you so much, I love suspense (even if I can't keep fans waiting…*grumbles*)!
Thank you all reviewers for your
support! I love this new thing,
thanking you all so personally. It just
makes me feel so much closer to you! *tear*