Lost Kin
Chapter 11: Revenge
Author: Okami
"Power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine the strongest heads. No man is wise enough, nor good enough, to be trusted with unlimited power."
Colton{Wipes hand across forehead} Wow! That took some time! I never expected it take so long, I'm sorry. L My brain just did not want to work with me and I kept getting writer's block. But, I over came it and here you go, the next chapter. {Breathes a sigh of relief} Only a few more, and then the end. Thank you all for sticking with me this far. Okay, enough of my jabbering, enjoy!! J
Turles watched as Draco stood up and scanned over the fighters, not phased by the pain that had recently tortured his body. He listened to Tritana's screams of anguish as Draco held her mental persona captive and controlled her body. Thoughts of their training together filtered through his mind, letting him relive her pain-filled life. The life that had been the effect of his Saiyan pride. If only he had refused the order to retrieve a Saiyan, Tritana could have lived a normal, healthy life.
Anon, hair glowing gold, stepped into his line of vision, an ice-cold glint to his eyes. The best friend to his "daughter" seemed oblivious to the warnings from the Z-fighters, only intent on fighting and spilling warm blood.
Looking behind him at the other warriors, Turles spotted a familiar half-Saiyan face. Gohan stood by his father's side looking slightly confused, not knowing whether Draco was friend or foe. Turles' head snapped back towards Draco and focused on the wolf-like tail, also a Saiyan tail. A grin formed at the corners of his mouth as he thought of a way to give Tritana an advantage; if it backfired, however, Draco would be ten times as powerful.
"Draco!" he shouted, startling his fellow fighters. "This is your last warning, release my daughter!"
The creature merely laughed.
The grin on Turles' face widened as he grabbed his right wrist and concentrated on gathering his ki. A white energy ball, the size of a basketball, floated above his hands, suspended in air. Throwing the ball into the air, he waited for it to be at the perfect distance before clenching his fist and roaring,
"Moon Blast Explode!" Just as the ball exploded, he ran over to Anon and threw himself on top of the Super Saiyan, forcing both of them to look away from the bright light in the sky.
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Draco turned to look at the strange ball of light in the sky. Fascination turned to curiosity, which then turned into a growing sense of fear when he felt his body reacting to the light. A mix of demon and Saiyan blood pounded in his ears as Draco felt his body reacting to energy ball. He growled in fury as his werewolf-like form slowly changed into that of a large ape.
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Inside Draco's mind, Tritana struggled against the beastly creature while, at the same time, trying to watch the mirror. The image was far enough away that the fake moon and Draco's body could both be seen. The half-Saiyan's breath quickened and her blood pounded against her ears; her body was reacting to energy ball as well as Draco's. Fangs grew larger, dark brown hair spread across her arms and legs, and her mouth jutted out to form a snout.
Draco released his prisoner and took a few steps back, not sure how to react to the half-Saiyan's transformation. He watched in frustration as his real body slowly changed into a large ape, a shape that he had not learned to master yet. If his body were allowed to fully transform, Tritana would once more gain control and put a stop to his plans, not if he could help it. The werewolf creature lunged at the transforming female and pinned her to the ground. He smiled evilly and allowed droplets of spit to land on the half-Saiyan's face, burning her flesh and singing her hair.
Tritana bit her lower lip to keep from screaming from the pain of the acid on her skin. Her Saiyan blood coursed through her veins, urging for her to finish her transformation. As she fought to free her body, memories of being held down by fellow warriors crept into her mind, raising her panic to the breaking point.
"And once I'm done with you," she heard Draco's deep voice whisper in her ear just before she fell unconscious. "I'm going to have fun with your friends and family. Slowly, painfully torturing them until death would seem like a release."
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Obsidian grunted painfully as he heaved himself into his spaceship. The newly super-Saiyan's energy blast had nearly killed him, nearly. The angered Saiyan warrior stumbled drunkenly around the halls of his massive transport unit, searching for the one thing that would aid him in acquiring revenge. When the man took in a deep breath, the pain from his cracked and broken ribs forced the air back out in a loud whoosh. His left arm hung lifeless by his side and his right leg fared little better.
Though his vision was blurred, the battered Saiyan managed to notice the small red cross above one of the doors; he went inside. The room was just as he had left it, everything neatly arranged on shelves and a few stray needles lay around on various tables. He slowly made his way over to a table and began searching aimlessly for something. What he could manage of a victorious smile spread across his face when as he held up a small syringe filled with a bluish liquid.
Obsidian would have laughed hysterically except for the pain radiating from his body. He cursed the Saiyan who had done this to him, as well as promising to make him pay for it dearly. The injured Saiyan did not even wince when the sharp needled pierced his skin, injecting the substance into his vein.
Suddenly, a rush of unexpected energy coursed through his body, leaving the already beaten Saiyan gasping for air. He threw the syringe on the floor and overturned a few tables while trying to overcome the sudden surge of power. Obsidian realized after a few moments that he was using his left arm to tip the tables, as well as his injured leg to kick bottles and boxes along the room wall. He smiled broadly when dark hair began growing on his arms, his ears widened and became larger, his entire body started to morph into something bigger, stronger, something not Saiyan. (I couldn't very well say not human, because, well, he's not human :P)
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Flash Back
"No, no, no. You have to embrace it not push it away," Turles groaned, shaking his head sadly. He walked over to the sobbing child and kneeled beside her.
"I just can't do it," the child sobbed, rubbing her nose on her sleeve. "I can't seem to embrace something that…that…evil."
"Tritana, don't say you can't do it. I know you can," Turles soothed. Normally, he would have growled and snarled at anyone this weak, but Tritana had changed him. Her innocence and vulnerability had awakened a protective and kind nature in him that he did not know existed. "Your Saiyan roots are not evil, they are a part of who you are. Your transformation will only be evil if that's what your heart is, and I know you are not evil."
Tritana looked at her father, tears still in her hazel eyes. She managed a weak smile before asking weakly,
"Can I try it one more time?"
"Sure," Turles replied, ruffling the young one's short black hair. He summoned the energy for another fake moon and threw it into the air. When the ball exploded, he covered his eyes to keep himself from transforming.
Tritana stared at the glowing ball of energy, her eyes turning from hazel to crimson. Her skin was quickly covered with a dark brown fur, her jaw formed a snout, and her childish cry turned into a deep roar. Inside, the frightened child tried to push away the angry beast growing inside her until she remembered her father's words. She calmed her beating heart and slowly held out her arms, inviting the large ape to embrace her. It did and she was suddenly filled with a warm power like she had never before felt.
Turles watched with pride as the small child accepted her Saiyan blood and transformed, something most adult Saiyan's could not do. When the metamorphosis was finished, he destroyed the fake moon and called out to Tritana. It was time for another lesson, learning to control ki while transformed.
End Flash Back
Tritana slowly drifted out of her unconscious state, the memory sharp in her mind. She opened her eyes to see Draco still hovering over her, his mouth curved in a wicked smirk.
"About time you woke up," he sneered. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than you'll ever believe," she replied, a mysterious grin spreading across her face. Closing her eyes, she focused on absorbing her darker half into her body, fusing herself with it. As she concentrated on becoming one with her darker side, Tritana felt Draco's body tense, felt it tremble, felt something soft beneath her hands. She opened her eyes and gasped when she saw her own hazel eyes staring back at her. She looked at her own face and realized that she was inside Draco's mind, seeing what he was seeing.
Closing her eyes once more, she calmed her nervous body and slowly felt Draco's body become one with hers. The creature fought with the fusion, but was too overwhelmed by the growing power of the half-Saiyan to resist the urge to sleep. Draco, surrounded by Tritana's warm aura, reluctantly slipped into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of world domination and the destruction of the universe.
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Goku watched helplessly as Anon fought against the more powerful creature. Every blow the Super Saiyan landed came back three fold. Draco beat mercilessly on the weaker warrior, making an example out of him for the others to remember. As Goku continued to watch, he noticed the power levels of his friends growing ever so slowly; they too were waiting for the right moment to aid the younger Saiyan.
Draco blasted Anon in the chest with a large energy beam, knocking the spirited fighter to the ground. Anon spit up blood when the creature kneed him in the gut, expelling all the air in his lungs. He lay on the ground, panting for air, as Draco raised his hand above his own head. A small ball of black energy grew to the size of a baseball before it was placed in front of Anon's face. The creature glanced at the other warriors before smiling evilly.
"Say goodbye," Draco whispered.
Goku went Super Saiyan before Draco could finish the last word, and shot forward to intercept the energy blast, the others following in hot pursuit. Before he could reach the two warriors, Draco stood upright and clenched his head. Goku stopped short of hitting the creature and listened cautiously as Draco's deep voice changed into a higher, more female pitch. His dark brown hair retracted into his skin, the bushy wolf tail returned to its original monkey-like form, and his long snout became more human.
The spiky haired warrior observed the transformation until a blinding light erupted from the beast, forcing him to shield his eyes. The light vanished as quickly as it came, leaving everyone seeing spots. Goku was the first to regain his sight and nearly gasped upon seeing Tritana standing where Draco had once been, her own eyes closed in concentration. Instead of her normal street clothes, she now wore a solid black gi with a red sash around her middle. Slowly opening her eyes, the half-Saiyan stared at the group of warriors before her, surprise filling her hazel orbs.
"Uh…hey guys," she quirked, waving a limp hand.
"Trit…but how…I thought…but…YOU'RE ALIVE!" Anon roared, rushing towards his friend and embracing her. His hair returned to its normal red, his eyes a happy pumpkin orange, and his battered body slowly returning to normal.
"Anon," Tritana soothed, running her fingers through the Saiyan's unruly red locks. She continued to hold her friend until a clearing of the throat caused her to look up. Black eyes stared softly at her, wanting to show hidden emotions but pride barricaded them behind a wall of ice and cold.
Turles watched Tritana embrace her friend; his pride for her swelling until he feared it might explode. He cleared his throat, wanting to say something, but could not find the right words. Looking up at the energy ball still in the sky, he took aim and destroyed it, thinking that there was no more use for it. The Saiyan opened his mouth to speak when a flash of motion caught his attention; an energy blast. Without thinking, he lunged forward and knocked Tritana out the ball's path, making himself the target instead.
The energy ball hit Turles in the gut, ripping a hole right through him. Blood spurted from the open wound and drizzled down his armor, giving his legs a crimson shade. He stood for a moment in shock, his mouth slightly agape, eyes white, and his hands trying to cover the bleeding hole in his stomach. Darkness swept over him until he could no longer feel the pain, and feeling his knees weaken, Turles collapsed.
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Tritana screamed when the man who had been her father and guardian for fifteen years fell to the ground, landing in the steadily growing pool of crimson liquid. She untangled herself from Anon and scrambled over Turles, kneeling beside him; she bent over so her face was close to his.
"Tri…tan…a," Turles whispered, his once powerful voice now raspy.
"Don't talk. Save your strength," Tritana ordered softly, tears streaming down her face. She lifted her father's head so it rested in her lap. "You're going to be all right, just save your strength."
He chuckled then coughed up blood, a trickle streaming down the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry."
"Please hush…" Tritana urged, preparing to heal him.
"I t-took you from your f-family…put you t-through all that p-pain…I'm s-sorry…" Turles murmured, closing his eyes.
"It's all right, really it is. I forgive you, just please don't leave me," she said, letting a tear land on Turles' cheek.
He opened his eyes and forced a smile. "Kak..a..rot."
"Yes?" Goku asked softly, coming to stand next to Tritana. He decided to forget the past for the moment and to not correct the fallen Saiyan about his name.
"Take…care…..of……her," Turles whispered, letting his body relax some.
Goku nodded, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. Even though Turles had taken his daughter, let her live a pain-filled existence, he had saved Tritana and given his life for her; to him, that was the mark of a father and an honorable man.
Tritana placed a hand on her father's wound and began summoning her energy to heal it, when the body in her arms went limp.
"Father?" Tritana asked softly, shaking the man gently but with growing force. "No, you can't die. You can't die! NO! FATHER!!" Tritana cried out, letting more tears drop onto her father. She collapsed onto Turles' body and cried on his chest, not caring about the blood soaking into her hair and clothes.
"How touching," a familiar voice cooed. Justin stepped out from behind a large bolder and smirked deeply, enjoying every tear shed by the half-Saiyan. "I thought he would at least last a little bit longer. Oh well," the Saiyan sighed, raising his hands. "I guess he was just too weak to handle my power."
"You…," Tritana hissed through clenched teeth. "You will pay for this Justin." Rising to her feet, she turned to face her enemy. Tears sliding down her face, blood soaked cloth sticking to her body, and crimson stained hair falling about her face, the half-Saiyan approached her foe.
The Saiyan watched Tritana advance towards him, the smirk upon his lips deepening. Justin managed a quick glance at the bloody corpse he had created before a fist connected with his jaw, sending him flying through the air. He recovered in time to catch Tritana's other fist in the palm of his hand and used the heel of his hand to bash her nose. Blood oozed from the half-Saiyan's nostrils but she still fought hard, determined to see her father avenged.
The two fighters fought for what seemed like hours, fists flying with increasing speed. The half-Saiyan, with rage in her eyes, bombard her enemy with a flurry of attacks, only some of which were blocked. Tritana threw a weak energy blast at her foe to distract him long enough for her to catch him off guard, her plan failed as Justin anticipated her actions and caught her fist in his palm.
"Oh, come on. Do you really think I'd fall for that old trick?" he snickered.
"I guess not," Tritana smiled. "How about this one?" She kneed the Saiyan in the gut before he could react and threw him to the ground. With blood pounding in her ears, the half-Saiyan landed next to the small indentation made by Justin's body.
"It's time for you to pay for what you did to my father," Tritana hissed. Clapping both hands together in front of her chest, she powered up her father's favorite attack. A ring of red energy appeared when her hands parted, a smaller ball of ki floating in the middle.
"Mer..cy," Justin whispered, struggling to lift himself from the ground.
"The only mercy you'll receive from me is a quick death, unlike what you did to my father," Tritana growled. A smirk spread across her face, followed by a feral glint to her hazel eyes. "Say goodbye Justin." With that, she let loose the energy blast on her fallen foe. It ripped through his body and splattered his blood and organs on the ground, sending him flying back. When Justin's dead body landed, his eyes were already glazed over and his chest no longer rose or fell.
