Hi all!, Chapter 12 is here!!: As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like.... So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it...I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to for all those who sent in 60+ reviews! @_@ I am so vary happy! Thank you guys once again for the awesome reviews! And I know what I said before about that Chappy 10 was the last of the Yamcha bashing, but I couldn't help myself!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Twelve
"Who are you!!!!? What do you want from me!!!?" Yamcha shouted into the blackness.
He was running. He couldn't see nor could he understand why he wasn't running off or into something that lie within the dark.
The Watcher laughed at this naive man. "Do I have the answer?" he mocked.
Yamcha panted, cold sweat pouring down his face. He growled, "Don't play games! WHO ARE YOU!!!?" he yelled out into the darkness.
The Watcher could feel his preys' anger and fear. He smirked. "Foolish boy! Do you think it wise to demand of me?" he frowned, suddenly becoming annoyed with this boys' naïve intellect.
Yamcha stopped in his tracks, trying to pinpoint a location to the voice. But all he could hear was The Watcher's voice come as a surrounding echo that litterly came from all directions. `Show yourself!" he called out, powering up. The energy caused a glow around him, helping him to see well.
"Tisk Tisk Yamcha...The game has only begun. I have yet to show my true form," he said evilly from somewhere, but it seems as if it was everywhere.
Yamcha blinked, feeling like he was between a rock and a hard place. "What do you want from me?" he asks in a hushed tone, this time defying his own self-pride.
The Watcher was amused. His pray actually asking his attacker his intentions. `Oooh this should get interesting' he smirked at the thought. Never in the last 3 hundred years has anyone wanted to ask. "Oooh the prey is to ask his doom. How interesting you are Yamcha," he mocked, smiling evilly at his victim.
Yamcha frowned, "Cut the crap. What do you want?" he held an icy tone.
The Watcher frowned, "What I want is simple." He said dryly, as if he was tired of saying the same thing over and over again.
Yamcha sneered, "And what would that be?"
The Watcher laughed, "Oooh, you'll know soon my boy. But first, its time to see the doom of the ones you care for!"
Yamcha's vision was suddenly bombarded with images of all the Z-Fighters dying gruesome deaths. He felt sick as he saw Goku blow up into hundreds of bloody pieces, he saw Krillian get burned alive. Screaming in agony as he took his last breath, he saw Tein and Piccolo both share the fate of multiple stabbings and gruesome gutting. He also saw Gohan, Chautzu, Puar, Master Roshi, and Oolong share the same horrorable fate.
Yamcha shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see the images. But his ears could pick up the sudden jabbering voices that filled the area:
"He's going to kill them all!"
"Run and hide!!"
"Follow the path to the Crystal"
"He's coming. No where to hide when death knocks at your door"
Yamcha gritted his teeth, he could feel a cold wind whip around as he tried to block out the images and jabbering voices. Yamcha's heart raced a hundred miles an hour. His thoughts were fogged. He didn't know what was going on. All he could figure was that someone of something was haunting him. Tormenting him. Making sure is goes insane.
"He's coming..."
"He's coming..."
"He's coming, and you'll going to die..."
Yamcha couldn't take it anymore, so on weaken knees; he dropped to his knees, letting out a blood-curling scream...
Hi all peeps! Sorry that was such a short chappy, and gomen for another cliffhanger, but I didn't know what else to do! But I will pick up on Chappy 13. So, what did you'll think?? Good? Bad? Boring? Awesome!!? R/R please!! Thanks!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to for all those who sent in 60+ reviews! @_@ I am so vary happy! Thank you guys once again for the awesome reviews! And I know what I said before about that Chappy 10 was the last of the Yamcha bashing, but I couldn't help myself!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Twelve
"Who are you!!!!? What do you want from me!!!?" Yamcha shouted into the blackness.
He was running. He couldn't see nor could he understand why he wasn't running off or into something that lie within the dark.
The Watcher laughed at this naive man. "Do I have the answer?" he mocked.
Yamcha panted, cold sweat pouring down his face. He growled, "Don't play games! WHO ARE YOU!!!?" he yelled out into the darkness.
The Watcher could feel his preys' anger and fear. He smirked. "Foolish boy! Do you think it wise to demand of me?" he frowned, suddenly becoming annoyed with this boys' naïve intellect.
Yamcha stopped in his tracks, trying to pinpoint a location to the voice. But all he could hear was The Watcher's voice come as a surrounding echo that litterly came from all directions. `Show yourself!" he called out, powering up. The energy caused a glow around him, helping him to see well.
"Tisk Tisk Yamcha...The game has only begun. I have yet to show my true form," he said evilly from somewhere, but it seems as if it was everywhere.
Yamcha blinked, feeling like he was between a rock and a hard place. "What do you want from me?" he asks in a hushed tone, this time defying his own self-pride.
The Watcher was amused. His pray actually asking his attacker his intentions. `Oooh this should get interesting' he smirked at the thought. Never in the last 3 hundred years has anyone wanted to ask. "Oooh the prey is to ask his doom. How interesting you are Yamcha," he mocked, smiling evilly at his victim.
Yamcha frowned, "Cut the crap. What do you want?" he held an icy tone.
The Watcher frowned, "What I want is simple." He said dryly, as if he was tired of saying the same thing over and over again.
Yamcha sneered, "And what would that be?"
The Watcher laughed, "Oooh, you'll know soon my boy. But first, its time to see the doom of the ones you care for!"
Yamcha's vision was suddenly bombarded with images of all the Z-Fighters dying gruesome deaths. He felt sick as he saw Goku blow up into hundreds of bloody pieces, he saw Krillian get burned alive. Screaming in agony as he took his last breath, he saw Tein and Piccolo both share the fate of multiple stabbings and gruesome gutting. He also saw Gohan, Chautzu, Puar, Master Roshi, and Oolong share the same horrorable fate.
Yamcha shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see the images. But his ears could pick up the sudden jabbering voices that filled the area:
"He's going to kill them all!"
"Run and hide!!"
"Follow the path to the Crystal"
"He's coming. No where to hide when death knocks at your door"
Yamcha gritted his teeth, he could feel a cold wind whip around as he tried to block out the images and jabbering voices. Yamcha's heart raced a hundred miles an hour. His thoughts were fogged. He didn't know what was going on. All he could figure was that someone of something was haunting him. Tormenting him. Making sure is goes insane.
"He's coming..."
"He's coming..."
"He's coming, and you'll going to die..."
Yamcha couldn't take it anymore, so on weaken knees; he dropped to his knees, letting out a blood-curling scream...
Hi all peeps! Sorry that was such a short chappy, and gomen for another cliffhanger, but I didn't know what else to do! But I will pick up on Chappy 13. So, what did you'll think?? Good? Bad? Boring? Awesome!!? R/R please!! Thanks!!
