A/N: HOLY COW!!! IT'S THE LONG-AWAITED FIFTH CHAPTER! WHOO-HOO! *smiles* Well, I put some heart and thought into this one (I believe O.o), and I hope it makes up for the waiting. The end in nigh, mind you, but there are others tales to be seen! When finale has arrived, please venture forth to uncover these tales!
Everyone from Dark Season: In English, smart-one!
Oh, yeah…* cheesy grin * I'm almost done with this fic., so please, once it is done, go read some of my other works! ^.^ Danke!
I do not own DBZ. There, I said it. *glares at lawyers*
Dark Season
"When you go back to, will you not leave once more, or will you be ever there?"
Chapter 5- Return and Escape
A gentle, simplistic smile is spread upon the Saiyan princess's lips as she lightly strokes a hand through her mate's obsidian hair, the sleeping individual sighing peacefully with her caress. It had been around four or five weeks since they had left the watchful eye of her father and found each other in a passionate light. Time had been spent rather grotesque and primitively to modern relationship standards: he comb the beach for active prey most of the day, while she searched for edible vegetation, both eating when the hunter returned, and finished by screwing each other senseless. Giggles slip from her lips as she reviews the last part. Hey, the sex was always fresh and beyond great, and they bonded in other ways over the meals, so there is no reason to complain over the matter. Life is perfect; yet, she does miss the rest of the gang…
"Mmmmm… Gohan, cut-it out…" mumbles her partner, a whimsical grin growing across his face as he rough-houses with his older sibling in a realm of memories. "I swear I didn't eat the pie Mom made!…"
Shaking her head, Bra rises off the sandy floor of the hut, grabbing her original outfit, and strides out to the warm, rustling waters of the shore. Their return is necessary; she loves Goten, but she must show others of their happiness and disprove the age factor set upon their day. The temperate sea licks at her bare limbs as she carefully strides in, while her mind swims in pools of blissful memories: her father chasing Trunks around the grounds after her brother had eaten last rice ball; her mother yelling at Vegeta for destroying the Gravity Room for the fifth time that week; Pan laughing her head off after the oldest Briefs sibling and Goten had fallen for the mustard-water disguised as lemonade, a brilliant plan cooked up by the two female Saiyan-blood inheritors. She can still have times like those; all she needs to do is go home.
"What're you thinking?" questions a gentle voice behind her.
"Oh, Goten!" she exclaims after swiftly turning to face who was addressing her. "Ummm…well…"
"Do you wanna' go back?" he inquires, hinting a small smiles.
"How did you know?" laughs the teen, throwing her arms him, but jumps back again, the realization of his nakedness and sudden arousal hitting her.
"I can't help it if I wake up in my birthday-suit, " the older responds, attempting not to blush, and I can't help it if my Wang rises, too!"
Bra merely shakes her head and chortles before gathering an orb of water behind her and hurling at her mating, beginning an intense ocean battle between the two.
"Well, there it is," states the Son with some regret as the white doom looms into the young adult's view.
"Hey," the Saiyan princess smiles, closing the small gap between them while flying closer to the ship, "cheer-up: keeping our relationship a secret will be fun!"
Taking his hand in her own, the pair descends, landing with little force upon the dark earth of the crater. They carefully pace down to the opening portal, their minds racing; what had happened during the passage they were away? How would the others react to their return? Would anyone find out aloud their feelings for each other? What will the future hold for them now?
"Bra!" exclaims a voice from the opening portal as the dui approach, the raven-maned royalty rushing out, but suddenly stops, eyeing the two.
"Why are you holding hands?!" he demands, his tongue dipped in spite for his rival's kin.
"That's what I'd like to know," responds his daughter and jerks her arm away from her partner's grasp, thinking fast to keep Vegeta from becoming too suspicious.
The full-Saiyan's glance switches from the blue-top to Goten, his stare pulling a dark, murderous gleam to its surface.
"Well, err, ummmm, I…" attempt's Goku's youngest child, and gives up with an embarrassed smile brandishing his face.
"Keep your hands away from my daughter," the older male growls, giving him one last hateful sneer before walking back to the entrance.
"Looks like my dad hasn't changed much," sighs Bra, flashing a sweet grin to her man whilst she follows after her father.
"Actually, I think he hates me even more," he responds, relieved that the temperamental warrior hadn't killed him, and strides behind her into the ship. Indeed, not much has altered from last they left; yet, something is amiss…
"Pan!" cries the young female after coming into the open room and spotting her friend sitting in a chair while looking intently out a window, seemingly in a trance. No answer is given.
"Pan, are you alright?" the junior of the companions questions with concern, placing a hand on a frozen shoulder prior to jerking it back. Shallow, depressed, and spent amber coals cautiously turn their sights from the scene outside to the worried azure pools focused on her.
"I miss him…" she whispers, her gaze returning to the window.
"Who? Trunks" replies the other.
"He hasn't come back yet?" asks Goten, standing behind his niece and placing his hands upon the head of her seat.
"I returned of my own will before she came," answers a dark set of vocals from the shadows of another entry. As the new arrivals lift their heads in surprise, Trunks steps into the lamp light, his face bitter and expression agitated.
"Man, where the hell were you?!" exclaims his close comrade with a slight grin.
"A place like you and my sibling were," the lavender fighter responds with a knowing smirk.
"W-we weren't, I mean, err…" stammers the residual male, taken back by his friend's accusation. How did he know?! Would he tell? Either way, the secret-bit was blown to pieces.
"Do not attempt to lie," interrupts Trunks, the smile fading instantly. "You're scent tells your story."
"My 'scent'?"
"'Tis true," pipes in the raven-locked girl, her attention shifted to the people around her. "The only reason you do not have such strong perceptions as we is you two are not separated from each other, causing the situation to be practically all focus on each other and senses relaxed."
"Pan and I, on the reverse, have little or no interest in anything and are constant in staying alert to track any trace of our mates."
"So, you and Pan-"
"NO!!!" both of the dejected Earth natives shout, a hint of disgust in their voices; quickly, the black-top regains her solemn manners, and the prince clams back into his silent rage.
"We are just allies," continues Trunks, placing a hand upon his forehead, "and we wish that you will be our allies, as well. All of us must keep quiet until further notice, as not only to we have Vegeta to contend with, but Gohan and The Supreme Kai, Shin, are also present."
"Okay," agrees his sister for the couple, "and if there's anything the two of us can do for you, just ask."
"Hush! They are near!" warns Pan, and the group becomes silent and still.
"Hello, Bra, Goten," greets the highest positioned being in the universe as he walks into the lounge, trailed by Gohan and Vegeta. "How are you two fairing?"
"Fine," the pair answer, a bit wary of revealing any information to those outside the coalition. They must stay quiet, keep the bonds hidden; a plausible answer cannot be found, but gut instinct is enough for the individuals.
"Good," Shin replies, nodding his head, then turns his interest to the others, "and how are you doing?"
All he receives is an odd, short glance from the oldest female, and a low, guttural growl from the lavender-mane.
"It was worth a try, as we have them all back," he sighs, and sits himself upon one of the beige couch seats. "Now that all four of you have returned, I can explain why I am here."
"Make it quick!" adds Vegeta harshly, leaning up against a wall. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go!"
"Quite the contrary," the Supreme Kai answers. "It will only be the beginning. You see, about a year ago, I noticed an odd energy signature occurring toward the outer limits of the universe. Paying it no mind, six months later the matter grabbed my attention once more when it had moved in to the middle areas and increased. Looking at it more closely, I found the axis of the circular patterns the power took was a relatively small, strange, and oddly new planet in the West Quadrant. I also discovered the presence of a vast number of beings heading toward it, yet I was unable to tell the relationship between them. Now the energy rests in this small galaxy, and almost the enter set of immigrants have landed here, while the rest are close to doing so.
"The energy…it is not empty, but…feels so close to it. The signature is black, deep, impure…and yet, familiar, like the Majin power…but evolved in a sense."
"What is your point?!" yells the Saiyan no Ouji, gravely annoyed with the entire situation. Not only was he stuck on a miserable planet, but Gohan has been constantly talking about things he doesn't understand, nor care about, Shin is always wandering around and asking meaningless questions, and he has the odd notion that the younger members of the meeting are hiding something. A high-classed warrior, such as he, should not have to live under these conditions!
"Vegeta, calm down!" orders Pan's father. "If you were not so full of yourself, maybe the details shin is giving us would make you feel a little uneasy about staying here!"
Stubbornly, the elder huffs and turns away haughtily. Why did he bother himself with such lowlives? If something were wrong, he would feel it in his bones, as always…though, the brats…Ugh. I hope I'm not getting old already…
"As I was saying," the purple-toned immortal resumes, "the source of this energy obviously cannot be trusted, and we must stop it before it reaches its goal, which I fear is the complete gathering of the beings arriving here."
"Judging what one does not know," chuckles Trunks, earning perplexed looks from the fretting adults before yawning and striding out of the room to his quarters.
"That's not a bad idea," Goten states sleepily, "and if no one minds, "I'm going to act upon it."
"Same here," concurs Bra.
"Ditto," Pan follows.
"Then it's unanimous," affirms the scholar of the troupe. "We will rest now and begin our search for the source of the energy tomorrow."
"Bra…" whispers the senior maiden, gently tapping her friend, "Bra, wake-up."
"Mmmmm…?" groans the other, rising from her sleep. A sable digital clock with neon green lights displays thirty-seven minutes after eleven through the pitch black as the two girls converse.
"We must go, yes?" implies Bra, reaching for a set of clothes prepared before hand, and startles herself with her language.
"Yes, if we are to escape cleanly," Pan smiles while helping her friend get dressed quickly. "Trunks has gone to rouse Goten, so do not worry about them. Hurry, we must be off!"
In a few moments, the duo is out of the ship and outside; soon after, the males join them. Though normally, the princess would feel ill at ease in such a predicament, the beautiful expression given by her friend early, her simple smile, had warmed her heart. The saddened state her companion had deeply troubled her, and to see her even a tad bit comforted by any small means takes a load off of her mind.
"To keep us all moving, we will sleep and fly in shifts," begins her older sibling. "Goten, you will, of course, carry Bra first. I will carry Pan."
Obediently, the girls climb onto their backs, and the group takes-off into the dark night, basing everything on feelings. The metal sphere fades softly into the lush shrubbery as the time ticks away, now and then a brief pause to switch positions.
"Where, exactly, are we heading?" the Nereid asks her brother after a time.
"It would be helpful to know," adds her mate.
"A name, we have not," answers the Son girl, "yet the force that the Kai told of guides the way and promises are loved ones are there."
"Trust is wise?" the taller onyx-top questions.
"Yes," responds his closet acquaintance, "it is the same force that drew us to this planet and brought forth our instincts to find our mates. We must have faith in it, as we can trust no one else."
"Look! Ahead of us!" exclaims Bra, pointing a finger in front of them.
From vast, deep jungle, to rolling hills, the four come upon a new scene: in the mists of the rising dawn, atop a dark, rigid peak, stands a large, ebony manor with towers that touch the waning darkness above. A soft navy haze engulfs the castle like a gentle flame while a dense, shadowy forest and foreboding cliffs create a natural barrier by foot. Obstacle by air is unknown.
"Is there an blockage for us?" she asks, bringing her arms tighter around her man's neck, though not so much she is choking him.
"No," responds her brother. "Coming was the only challenge for us, for Shin, Gohan, and Vegeta do not understand and hinder our efforts."
With that, they shoot off at full speed toward the bastion, their hearts and minds racing. Who had brought them here? Why? How? Would the others be able to track them here? The surroundings flies by the group in a blur of dark blue, deep jade, slate, and the mix of the fire before they stop in the middle of a great, windowless extent. Scents of charcoal, various blossoms, and blood wafts through the atmosphere as they notice the eyes watching them from the unlit sides.
"Welcome," greets a young, but mature voice much like the Supreme Kai's, "but I believe two of you would rather reunite with your mates before I answer the questions you must have. Hinagiku, Solo?"
From the shadows, the partners of Trunks and Pan stride into the light, a tiff quiet settling upon the crowd as whilst dozens of feelings clash within the rejoined pairs.
"Solo!" cries the amber-eyes female as she rushes toward her crimson giant, a stream of tears bursting and falling her cheeks. The towering male holds his silence, though emotional rivers of his own spill from his golden eyes, and quickly lifts her into his span when she reaches him, lavishing her with passionate kisses.
"Trunks…" murmurs the young Saiyan no Ouji's onna, padding softly toward him, "I have missed you so much, my love."
"Mmmmm…Hinagiku," whispers the sapphire-gazed male while spreading open his arms for her, "I, too, have longed for your touch and to be together once more."
"I think a speech would bore all of you at this time," states the voice again. "Why don't all six of you go find yourselves a room, and I shall inform you of the matters at hand later. Right now, you mustn't waste this season."
A dark chuckle rolls through the room as the three couples disperse, deep, intimate infernos raging in their stares.
"This Dark Season."
A/N: Who is this mysterious voice-person? What do they want? What will happen to our young heroes? Will Vegeta ever get a decently prepared meal? Wh-
Hinagiku: *smacks Jameta over the head with a frying-pan* Alright, that's enough out of you…
*sees shooting energy beams flying around her head* Oh, pretty! Things go boom!
Solo:…Err…Me thinks she's out.
Hinagiku: Good for her. Anyways, all of you readers out there better review or this *points at Jameta* will happen to you!
Solo: ¬.¬ …Never understand females…
Hinagiku: *holds frying-pan threateningly*
Solo: Eep! *backs off*
Hinagiku: Heeheehee…