Chapter 12
"I just can't believe it," Chichi sighed as Bulma and her were cooking dinner in the kitchen. "I never liked Master Roshi and that three eyed freak scared me but I can't believe they are dead."
"I know," Bulma sighed too. "I mean Vegeta's died before but I never really had time to think about it. What do you think, Trunks?"
"Huh?" he jerked his head up from the table. "Right, sure whatever you said."
"Aren't you supposed to be protecting us?" Bulma asked. "How can you do that if you are asleep?"
"Talents?" he answered sheepishly.
* * *
"Bra!" Vegeta shot into the alley to see his daughter helping Pan to her feet. "Bra are you alright?"
"Daddy!" she hugged him in relief. "You came!"
"Of course I came," he scowled.
"Vegeta," Pan placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. "Tranculus got to Yamcha, Puar, Roshi and Oolong. He's right over..."
She turned to point at Tranculus but found him gone.
* * *
"Trunks!" Bulma slammed her fist on the table. He snapped his head up fast.
"Wha? It's Saturday!" he protested still half asleep. Bulma grumbled and gave him a light punch in the shoulder.
"Wake up! You are supposed to protect us!" she scolded him.
"Sorry mom?" he yawned. "But I feel...so...tired..." he head hit the table with a dull thud. Chichi sniffed the air.
"Hey Bulma, does the air feel different to you?" she asked.
"Now that you mention it," she sniffed the air too. "It does feel a little..."
"Drugged," a voice startled the two women. "A sleeping gas designed to knock out Saiyans. It shouldn't affect you."
"Tranculus," Bulma whispered. "I thought..."
"That I was with your daughter?" he supplied as he stepped from the shadows. "Don't worry, I work fast."
"But Bra..." Bulma trailed off tear in her eyes.
"It's ok, Bra is fine," he grinned. "But I can't say the same for you ex-boyfriend."
"Yamcha?" Chichi asked. "But, why?"
"No reason," he shrugged. "I was ordered to. I just got some new orders, kill the loved ones as always and capture the Saiyans. Your darling boy will be the first. But of course, good bye."
Before they could react Tranculus had plunged his hands into their stomachs. He smiled evilly. "I'm sorry, I know I promised quick deaths but this was too easy!"
He pulled his hand back and looked at the blood flowing steadily from the two women. They dropped to the floor, Chichi dead and Bulma just barely alive. She turned her painful gaze to Tranculus. He picked up Trunks but the back of his shirt.
"No," she gasped out then a red haze covered her eyesight and her head dropped to the floor.
* * *
"Piccolo!" Gohan called to the desert. "Where are you? Not there...not there...not-THERE!" he grinned and shot off in the direction he had found Piccolo's chi in.
"Gohan?" the green Namek asked surprised as Gohan snapped him out of meditation. "What are you doing here?"
"We have to get to Capsule Corp," he said a little out of breath. "Tranculus is back and killing all non-Saiyans."
"Let's go," Piccolo nodded and they both sped toward Satan City with Gohan explaining what had happened while Piccolo had been training.
* * *
Trunks stirred as he woke up. He groaned and clutched his head. He slowly pulled himself to a sitting position and looked around with one eye still holding his aching head. The sight was enough to make him forget the stabbing pain.
Mauled bodies were strung up around him like decoration. He hugged the cave wall and his hand bumped something. He slowly and carefully looked at the ground near his hand.
His hand was on a boot. He slowly followed it up. A blood caked jeaned leg, half of an arm. He got to the shoulder before looking away.
"No, I have to find out who it is," he whispered to himself. He opened his eyes again and looked at the shoulder. It stuck out at odd places and Trunks saw small bits of white where the flesh had given away to bone. He quickly glanced up at the face and his gaze stuck there in a horrified stare.
The head was at an angle so even with his seat on the ground he could see the top of the head. The face was torn apart and the body's eyes were stuck open like an old scar. They were dried and glazed over with a dusty film. The skull was crushed half in and the blood had long since stopped flowing. But what really scared Trunks was the forehead. It was the one this untouched on the body and it didn't even have any dirt on it as if someone polished it. If the black remains of hair didn't convince Trunks who it was the six burn scars on the almost bald head would.
"Krillin," Trunks whispered quietly. He looked more carefully at the rest of the bodies his terror growing as he identified each one. The one next to Krillin was his daughter Marron, her neck sporting a gaping hole. Karin was next his white head at an odd angle. Yajirobe hung beside him his eyes open and stared at Trunks.
Blonde Lunchi was burned in her face and Trunks couldn't even see anything that might have been eyes except the holes in her blackened skull. He was almost thankful for that because the person beside her was even worse. Tein hung by his neck like every one. Burns, cuts and broken bones spoke of how he had gone down fighting. But the cause of his death was obvious. A hole went right through his lower left chest. It wasn't a clean hole, instead it was cut as if the killer had shot it with out looking so the skin around was jagged and the rest of Tein's heart was dangling over it so Trunks could see.
Chouzu seemed almost normal compared to Tein, his neck simply snapped and his small hat off. Yamcha was still slick with shiny blood flowing from his neck and a cut from his head he had probably gotten from his head swinging and hitting the side of the cave. A small brown bag hung next to him and something seeped through the cloth and hit a rock under causing a steady annoying drip. Trunks's throat caught at the next woman. Chichi was hanging by her hands and blood still poured from the wound in her stomach.
But what made Trunks lose it was the sight of his mother. Bulma hung by her arms like Chichi with a hole punched through her mid-section. Her blue eyes were wide with terror and her mouth was open in an eternal silent scream. The blood was pooled around her feet and still more was spilling over the edges of the ripped skin and ran down her legs to the floor. Trunks tried to turn and run but he bumped into Krillin. Backing away quickly he tried to run in another direction but was stopped by the body of Yamcha glaring accusingly at him. No matter where he ran he bumped into bodies all looking at him and mouths that begged for help.
He dropped to his knees in the middle and throw up. Then he sobbed and curled up hiding his eyes from the sight falling into the most horrible nightmare he had ever had in all his life.
"I just can't believe it," Chichi sighed as Bulma and her were cooking dinner in the kitchen. "I never liked Master Roshi and that three eyed freak scared me but I can't believe they are dead."
"I know," Bulma sighed too. "I mean Vegeta's died before but I never really had time to think about it. What do you think, Trunks?"
"Huh?" he jerked his head up from the table. "Right, sure whatever you said."
"Aren't you supposed to be protecting us?" Bulma asked. "How can you do that if you are asleep?"
"Talents?" he answered sheepishly.
* * *
"Bra!" Vegeta shot into the alley to see his daughter helping Pan to her feet. "Bra are you alright?"
"Daddy!" she hugged him in relief. "You came!"
"Of course I came," he scowled.
"Vegeta," Pan placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. "Tranculus got to Yamcha, Puar, Roshi and Oolong. He's right over..."
She turned to point at Tranculus but found him gone.
* * *
"Trunks!" Bulma slammed her fist on the table. He snapped his head up fast.
"Wha? It's Saturday!" he protested still half asleep. Bulma grumbled and gave him a light punch in the shoulder.
"Wake up! You are supposed to protect us!" she scolded him.
"Sorry mom?" he yawned. "But I feel...so...tired..." he head hit the table with a dull thud. Chichi sniffed the air.
"Hey Bulma, does the air feel different to you?" she asked.
"Now that you mention it," she sniffed the air too. "It does feel a little..."
"Drugged," a voice startled the two women. "A sleeping gas designed to knock out Saiyans. It shouldn't affect you."
"Tranculus," Bulma whispered. "I thought..."
"That I was with your daughter?" he supplied as he stepped from the shadows. "Don't worry, I work fast."
"But Bra..." Bulma trailed off tear in her eyes.
"It's ok, Bra is fine," he grinned. "But I can't say the same for you ex-boyfriend."
"Yamcha?" Chichi asked. "But, why?"
"No reason," he shrugged. "I was ordered to. I just got some new orders, kill the loved ones as always and capture the Saiyans. Your darling boy will be the first. But of course, good bye."
Before they could react Tranculus had plunged his hands into their stomachs. He smiled evilly. "I'm sorry, I know I promised quick deaths but this was too easy!"
He pulled his hand back and looked at the blood flowing steadily from the two women. They dropped to the floor, Chichi dead and Bulma just barely alive. She turned her painful gaze to Tranculus. He picked up Trunks but the back of his shirt.
"No," she gasped out then a red haze covered her eyesight and her head dropped to the floor.
* * *
"Piccolo!" Gohan called to the desert. "Where are you? Not there...not there...not-THERE!" he grinned and shot off in the direction he had found Piccolo's chi in.
"Gohan?" the green Namek asked surprised as Gohan snapped him out of meditation. "What are you doing here?"
"We have to get to Capsule Corp," he said a little out of breath. "Tranculus is back and killing all non-Saiyans."
"Let's go," Piccolo nodded and they both sped toward Satan City with Gohan explaining what had happened while Piccolo had been training.
* * *
Trunks stirred as he woke up. He groaned and clutched his head. He slowly pulled himself to a sitting position and looked around with one eye still holding his aching head. The sight was enough to make him forget the stabbing pain.
Mauled bodies were strung up around him like decoration. He hugged the cave wall and his hand bumped something. He slowly and carefully looked at the ground near his hand.
His hand was on a boot. He slowly followed it up. A blood caked jeaned leg, half of an arm. He got to the shoulder before looking away.
"No, I have to find out who it is," he whispered to himself. He opened his eyes again and looked at the shoulder. It stuck out at odd places and Trunks saw small bits of white where the flesh had given away to bone. He quickly glanced up at the face and his gaze stuck there in a horrified stare.
The head was at an angle so even with his seat on the ground he could see the top of the head. The face was torn apart and the body's eyes were stuck open like an old scar. They were dried and glazed over with a dusty film. The skull was crushed half in and the blood had long since stopped flowing. But what really scared Trunks was the forehead. It was the one this untouched on the body and it didn't even have any dirt on it as if someone polished it. If the black remains of hair didn't convince Trunks who it was the six burn scars on the almost bald head would.
"Krillin," Trunks whispered quietly. He looked more carefully at the rest of the bodies his terror growing as he identified each one. The one next to Krillin was his daughter Marron, her neck sporting a gaping hole. Karin was next his white head at an odd angle. Yajirobe hung beside him his eyes open and stared at Trunks.
Blonde Lunchi was burned in her face and Trunks couldn't even see anything that might have been eyes except the holes in her blackened skull. He was almost thankful for that because the person beside her was even worse. Tein hung by his neck like every one. Burns, cuts and broken bones spoke of how he had gone down fighting. But the cause of his death was obvious. A hole went right through his lower left chest. It wasn't a clean hole, instead it was cut as if the killer had shot it with out looking so the skin around was jagged and the rest of Tein's heart was dangling over it so Trunks could see.
Chouzu seemed almost normal compared to Tein, his neck simply snapped and his small hat off. Yamcha was still slick with shiny blood flowing from his neck and a cut from his head he had probably gotten from his head swinging and hitting the side of the cave. A small brown bag hung next to him and something seeped through the cloth and hit a rock under causing a steady annoying drip. Trunks's throat caught at the next woman. Chichi was hanging by her hands and blood still poured from the wound in her stomach.
But what made Trunks lose it was the sight of his mother. Bulma hung by her arms like Chichi with a hole punched through her mid-section. Her blue eyes were wide with terror and her mouth was open in an eternal silent scream. The blood was pooled around her feet and still more was spilling over the edges of the ripped skin and ran down her legs to the floor. Trunks tried to turn and run but he bumped into Krillin. Backing away quickly he tried to run in another direction but was stopped by the body of Yamcha glaring accusingly at him. No matter where he ran he bumped into bodies all looking at him and mouths that begged for help.
He dropped to his knees in the middle and throw up. Then he sobbed and curled up hiding his eyes from the sight falling into the most horrible nightmare he had ever had in all his life.