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Changing Faces
Part 2 – Choices They Make
Chapter 33 – Give and Take
The Ruani warlord fully expected to end the dual at that minute. What Duasha hadn't anticipated was the devotion of a certain female Pandova-jin to a certain male Chikyuu-jin.
She appeared in front of Gohan, slung her arm back and caught the lizard square on his snout. Sparks flew from the connection as Videl's energy had gathered in her right fist, just as Gohan had taught her.
The Ruani flew across the length of the pits, arching slowly down. Every eye was on the lizard. Including the dragon's. The observers watched in trepidation as the dragon opened his gaping jaws to accompany the Ruani warlord. A sickening crunch was heard, and all felt Duasha's life energy slip into nothingness.
Absolute silence. The dragon looked around innocently, then opened his mouth and belched. Very loudly. Everyone fell over anime style. (sorry, I couldn't resist it!)
After rubbing his stomach, the dragon looked around, the innocent look replaced with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
"Gohan, you need my help," Videl said quietly.
She moved to the fighter's stance as the dragon noticed the two half-Saiyans hovering nearby.
Gohan winced as he flexed his right digits. He was not as proud as Videl or her family, but he knew he could still beat the dragon with or without his right arm. He had defeated Cell with a broken shoulder years ago, and before that, he had taken a beating from Vegeta, a Saiyan Elite, and had survived. He also had amounts beyond his present power level.
But it wasn't about being too proud to accept help; there was something that felt right about Videl, and he wasn't going to refuse her assistance.
Videl cared about him.
Gohan loved her.
He nodded affirmative, "You take his left, I'll get the right."
A second passed and both blasted off. They circled around the dragon, and paused on either side. Confused, the dragon looked from side to side, as if trying to decide which morsel to eat first.
Gohan stepped back and gathered energy in his left hand.
From the other side, he heard Videl yelp. She grabbed her right hand and blew on it.
"Be careful, this thing is hot," she shouted.
The dragon made his decision and grabbed the young warrior in his diminutive fist. Still, the long slender fingers were inexplicably strong, and as much as Videl squirmed and kicked, she could not escape the grip.
Videl looked up at the dragon, whose mouth was opening.
This is it! The end of the road...
One last option, she thought, "GOHAAAAN!!!!!!!!" She screamed.
"Huh?!" Looking up, he noticed Videl on her way to the dragon's stomach.
"Kamehameha!" He hurriedly said, aiming the force at the dragon's midsection.
The famous energy blast succeeded in releasing Videl from her doom. The dragon threw her away and faced Gohan. From his other side, Videl landed a flying side kick in the dragon's unguarded ribs. His attention switched from Gohan to the Pandovan warrior. The game of monkey (or dragon) in the middle continued, with the dragon seemingly unfazed by his indecision.
Finally, Gohan had had enough.
"Videl, this isn't working," he shouted to her, "We need to find his weak point."
"I know," she answered, "But
where is it?"
Videl scanned the dragon's length, but saw no flaw in his sturdy design. It was so aggravating to her that she could not defeat such a mindless creature.
We must find a strategy soon, or this will get ugly, she thought.
Suddenly, Gohan yelled as he aimed his energy at the dragon's head. The gaping mouth closed and he took the force on his head. The smoke cleared and the dragon was unharmed, but seemed dazed.
However, it was soon back to chasing his next victims, back and forth, neither side budging.
