Joya
"MOMMY!" I ran over to my mother's side, my father right at my heels. When I got there I laid her head on my lap. I wouldn't bring myself to believe she was....no I wouldn't even say the word.
Dead
No. My mother wasn't dead. No way, no how.
Kyudo
She had remembered, but all too late for it to matter. I saw her try to transform. If one of them could have it would have healed all three, but they were all too weak, too young, too lost to do it in time. I walked over knelt next to my mother, trying with every once of effort not to cry. I rolled her onto her back and noticed the last becon of hope. The necklace, though no longer bright, was still there.
"They're still alive!" I shouted, hoping I wasn't just getting their hopes up.
"What makes you say that?" Darian asked.
"Three things. One, my mother's necklace is still here. Two, my Dad's not dead. And three, do you really think our mother's would let themselves die like that?" Both of my friends nodded in agreement.
"I say we show this women what the Saiyan race is truely capable of," Joya stated proudly as she got to her feet.
"Oh Pa LEEEES," Callisia complained. "You don't really think you little band of twerps can really defete me? That's a good one."
Everyone simply smiled. All eight of us held up one hand and sent a blast flying toward the over-decorated women. She jumbed into the air at the last second, but was still surrounded by a cloud of smoke. Everyone rushed in to attack, truely making it a group effort.
She rushed out of the cloud and crammed a heeled foot into Darian's stomach then she swung her hand around and punched him in the face. It was just our luck that she'd know martial arts too. After she was done beating up Darian, she went after Goku. After all, he was closer. She held up her fist and blasted with every ring on that hand. It was hopeless, she was too strong. But for some odd reason she skipped me, and went straight for Joya, easily overpowering her and send her sailing to the pavement. When she was done beating down my uncle, she finally turned to me. "Now we can really fight."
"What do you mean 'really fight'?" I snapped.
"I mean you are my only consern. This group of trash would be a mear distraction. You are the prophetic savior of the universe, not them."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh cooome ooon. I mean, every evil being in the universe know that the child of the Blue Guardian and the Supreme Kai would be the savior of the universe. Immortal and strong, he'd be the only thing to stand between evil and it's goals," she explained.
"Then I'll do whatever it takes to bring you down you worthless piece of trash," I threatend. 'Wait, did she say immortal?'
"Strong words for such a weak boy." And as my mom would say, dems was fightin words. In a clash of kicks and ki blasts we fought. I'd kick, she'd block, she'd blast, I'd dodge. But she had no heart, and she knew what would break mine.
"Might as well blast where it's gonna hurt," she concluded as she held her hand up to face my mother. I didn't realize what she was going to do until it was too late. Suddenly and arrow came shooting through the air, striking Callisia's arm. I turned to see the archer, and I couldn't believe what I saw.
"Mom?" There was my mom, the age she was a few days ago. 32. But her teenage form was still on the ground, unmoving save for the rise of her chest to signify that she was in fact breathing.
"Time travel's annoying ain't it Callisia?" she asked, trying to sound like she actually care what the answer was. Behind her stood Siobhan and Mariam, clad in red and purple, holding a staff and a sword.
"What did you call me?"
"MOMMY!" I ran over to my mother's side, my father right at my heels. When I got there I laid her head on my lap. I wouldn't bring myself to believe she was....no I wouldn't even say the word.
Dead
No. My mother wasn't dead. No way, no how.
Kyudo
She had remembered, but all too late for it to matter. I saw her try to transform. If one of them could have it would have healed all three, but they were all too weak, too young, too lost to do it in time. I walked over knelt next to my mother, trying with every once of effort not to cry. I rolled her onto her back and noticed the last becon of hope. The necklace, though no longer bright, was still there.
"They're still alive!" I shouted, hoping I wasn't just getting their hopes up.
"What makes you say that?" Darian asked.
"Three things. One, my mother's necklace is still here. Two, my Dad's not dead. And three, do you really think our mother's would let themselves die like that?" Both of my friends nodded in agreement.
"I say we show this women what the Saiyan race is truely capable of," Joya stated proudly as she got to her feet.
"Oh Pa LEEEES," Callisia complained. "You don't really think you little band of twerps can really defete me? That's a good one."
Everyone simply smiled. All eight of us held up one hand and sent a blast flying toward the over-decorated women. She jumbed into the air at the last second, but was still surrounded by a cloud of smoke. Everyone rushed in to attack, truely making it a group effort.
She rushed out of the cloud and crammed a heeled foot into Darian's stomach then she swung her hand around and punched him in the face. It was just our luck that she'd know martial arts too. After she was done beating up Darian, she went after Goku. After all, he was closer. She held up her fist and blasted with every ring on that hand. It was hopeless, she was too strong. But for some odd reason she skipped me, and went straight for Joya, easily overpowering her and send her sailing to the pavement. When she was done beating down my uncle, she finally turned to me. "Now we can really fight."
"What do you mean 'really fight'?" I snapped.
"I mean you are my only consern. This group of trash would be a mear distraction. You are the prophetic savior of the universe, not them."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh cooome ooon. I mean, every evil being in the universe know that the child of the Blue Guardian and the Supreme Kai would be the savior of the universe. Immortal and strong, he'd be the only thing to stand between evil and it's goals," she explained.
"Then I'll do whatever it takes to bring you down you worthless piece of trash," I threatend. 'Wait, did she say immortal?'
"Strong words for such a weak boy." And as my mom would say, dems was fightin words. In a clash of kicks and ki blasts we fought. I'd kick, she'd block, she'd blast, I'd dodge. But she had no heart, and she knew what would break mine.
"Might as well blast where it's gonna hurt," she concluded as she held her hand up to face my mother. I didn't realize what she was going to do until it was too late. Suddenly and arrow came shooting through the air, striking Callisia's arm. I turned to see the archer, and I couldn't believe what I saw.
"Mom?" There was my mom, the age she was a few days ago. 32. But her teenage form was still on the ground, unmoving save for the rise of her chest to signify that she was in fact breathing.
"Time travel's annoying ain't it Callisia?" she asked, trying to sound like she actually care what the answer was. Behind her stood Siobhan and Mariam, clad in red and purple, holding a staff and a sword.
"What did you call me?"