One moment, there were two. And the next moment, there was three.
Now it's not like this extra person just walked onto the roof, no, that was pretty much impossible to this person. And it's not like they *magically* appeared on the roof by some odd, unexpected chance. No. This person appeared by pure intentions. He knew Ami couldn't do the job right for him.
He knew she was completely useless now that she had had a server blood loss. So he did something, that might have seemed totally logical to an insane person.
He pushed her off the roof, and she fell. She tried to hang onto the roof with her hands, but that didn't work of course. Because both had little holes where the bullets pierced the skin.
*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma walked onto her plane. She knew this wasn't going to be a good trip, and she knew her husband wasn't likely to come home ever again.
So she didn't expect anything. She went to say that he didn't kill anyone except the news reporter.
She took a seat next to the left window in the middle class section of the plane, she didn't want to attract too much attention to herself. Sure, she could have flown herself, but she was too distracted. Her mind continued to wander to thoughts she wished she wouldn't have.
A young man with black hair and little eyes sat next to her. He had a laptop computer in his arms, and was waiting for the plane to take off so he could use it. She gave him a friendly smile, then looked out the window to watch a plastic bag float with the wind and drift with the snowflakes.
'Why did you do this Vegeta?' she asked herself. 'I don't want you to die.'
She pulled her scarf away from her neck and folded it up in a little bundle, placing it on her lap. 'I will miss you so much.'
*~*~*~*~*~
Good guy against good guy? No, it wasn't really that. But it's not like I can say it was good guy against bad guy. No, that wasn't right either. It was good guy against a guy whose Luke-warm on the good guy-bad guy scale.
So now that that's clear, whom are you rooting for? The good guy? Or the Luke-warm guy? Admit it, it's the Good-Guy.
Now, maybe you're wondering why the Luke-warm guy is a Luke-warm guy. Well that's simple.
Let me explain it this way.
Are you a murderer if you don't kill anyone? No. So are you a thief if you don't steal something? No. So are you a liar if you don't talk to anyone? I don't think so.
This man *hired* others to do the dirty work, killing, stealing, lying.
So do you consider him a bad guy.? Well, sorta, and would you consider her a good guy? Most certainly not, so what's left but in between? Right? So he's now Luke-warm.
So now, we have our good-guy verses Luke-warm-guy on a rusty tin-like roof covered in snow, with freezing cold snow falling from the dark sky. Neither have a gun. Our Luke-warm villain is sitting in a wheel chair, atop a snowy roof. Magic? I would most defiantly say so, but call it whatever you wish, pure-chance, fate, etc.?
Neither is armed. All they have are their quick thinking minds, and their sub conscious thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~
Snow around them in a 20 feet radius stopped in the falling position. The woman falling from the roof stopped falling, her mouth still open for a last scream. The boy on the roof, holding his bloodied leg was stopped from a half wincing, half-standing up position.
"You. you just pushed your friend off the roof!" Usagi screamed.
He smiled. "Yes, but it was needed. She would die soon anyway, blood loss. She had thin blood that wouldn't clot. I did her a favor." His face fell from the smile. "And she wasn't a friend. She was a nuisance that had to be put up with for the time."
"You're Bardock. aren't you?" Usagi asked as she wearily took a step back.
He nodded. "And you're the little girl named Usagi," his smile returned. "You certainly have grown since you last saw me."
She frowned. "I've never seen you before." She stated firmly.
"Yes, I have, when your mother was doing experiments with my company." He said, as he entwined his fingers together.
"Alright, fine. What do you want with me."
He smiled. "Right to the point I see. Well, it's simple really. You are the last of the Lost People. Truly," he smiled. "The last.
"Everyone that has died the past month or so, has either been a Lost People member, or a person who got on my bad side." He smiled ever so slightly. "As you can see, Ami was to kill you, but she messed up. She couldn't. Instead she kill my grandson. Now that wasn't supposed to happen.
"Had I killed him, I would have gotten his power, because I have studied it long and hard, I know this. Anyone who is related to a Lost People, and kills his relative, will receive his or her power."
Usagi was quiet. Goten was a Lost People, just like herself? "What are you going to do with the power, had you gotten it?"
He sighed. "I would have had complete power over all powerful and important people."
She nodded. "I guess that makes sense."
Save the world, or die. It was honestly a hard decision to make. Sure, she wanted the world to be save and happy. But deep, deep down she knew she wouldn't be. And that she could never be. Because she hadn't gotten to say what she wanted to. But dying and leaving the world in great suffering wasn't at all the better idea.
"It is something you wouldn't understand. Now, with the power I have, I shall kill you."
A foggy feeling swept over her, she stumbled slightly, and began talking in some other language.
"Esprit de la neige autour de moi," she glared at him. "Protégez-moi de cet homme."
He glared, and muttered something under his breath, as the snow frozen in mid-fall came flying over towards her, forming an almost transparent shield of ice around her.
"Schnee, Eis, Wind, Angriff!" he shouted.
A rush of wind, snow, and ice came flying towards her. But the ice shield around her stopped it, cracking only slightly to the weight being added on.
"ARRÊT! Je ne peux pas vous laisser le faire. Vous avez tué Goten, vous êtes le petit-fils! Maintenant je vous laisserais y échapper l'avait été quelqu'un d'autre. Mais vous avez tué Goten! Il ne voudrait pas que je renonceMaintenant vous mourrez!!"* Usagi screamed.
There was a loud bang noise, heard only in the dome they had created. The ice around Usagi broke, the wind around her howled loudly, and the wheels on Barrdock's rusty wheelchair began turning, even though he wasn't moving.
His wheelchair was thrown over the side of the roof with a strong force, Usagi ran over to the edge to see if he was alright.** She quickly hopped down the crude ladder to see.
Bloodied slightly, and bruising. The elder man whispered something.
"You've won." He said quietly. "You will soon get a letter with all the answers to your questions. Good luck, last of the Lost People." His old eyes rolled back, and the snow began to fall again. He died.
*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks was rushed to the hospital, and the doctors preformed a minor surgery, and he was to get out the day after, and only had to see a physical therapist one week.
Artemis regained feeling in her arm, and explained a few things to Trunks, who answered stupidly and received a hard smack on the back of his head.
Juunangou spent a few days in the hospital with Michiru, before he disappeared to continue with his life as if this never happened.
Michiru was disappointed to see him go, but at the same time she was happy.
Krillin, (-insert sweat drop-) showed up at the house with Chinese food a few hours after the police arrived and left. He then went to the hospital to visit Usagi, who he still thought was there, and found Michiru and Juunangou.
Usagi went to the hospital with Trunks, and called the police to deal with the dead.
*~*~*~*~*~
*I use a crappy translator, it's supposed say this: STOP! I can't let you do this. You've killed Goten, you're grandson! Now I would let you get away with it had it been someone else. But you killed Goten! He wouldn't want me to give up! Now you will die!! So if you use another translator and it sounds crappy. It was the translator's fault! I'm only a stupid girl who can only speak English (not ever with proper grammar or anything!)
**Usagi's a nice girl! She can't help it if she wants him to be ok!
*~*~*~*~*~
It's almost over! This was the last chapter!! YAY!
Now you're all like "What? Is said it was ALMOST over?? What the bloody hell does that mean??" Well, the next is a conclusion, tells you what happened and all. Nothing important. Hehehe, actually it is. It really wraps everything up. Sorry if some questions weren't very well answered. After all this is the first story that's ever been finished!(YAY!!!)
So yeah, go review, come back on like Friday or something.
(Sorry I said it would be out by Sunday, but it was longer than I was planning, and I've been real busy.)
Now it's not like this extra person just walked onto the roof, no, that was pretty much impossible to this person. And it's not like they *magically* appeared on the roof by some odd, unexpected chance. No. This person appeared by pure intentions. He knew Ami couldn't do the job right for him.
He knew she was completely useless now that she had had a server blood loss. So he did something, that might have seemed totally logical to an insane person.
He pushed her off the roof, and she fell. She tried to hang onto the roof with her hands, but that didn't work of course. Because both had little holes where the bullets pierced the skin.
*~*~*~*~*~
Bulma walked onto her plane. She knew this wasn't going to be a good trip, and she knew her husband wasn't likely to come home ever again.
So she didn't expect anything. She went to say that he didn't kill anyone except the news reporter.
She took a seat next to the left window in the middle class section of the plane, she didn't want to attract too much attention to herself. Sure, she could have flown herself, but she was too distracted. Her mind continued to wander to thoughts she wished she wouldn't have.
A young man with black hair and little eyes sat next to her. He had a laptop computer in his arms, and was waiting for the plane to take off so he could use it. She gave him a friendly smile, then looked out the window to watch a plastic bag float with the wind and drift with the snowflakes.
'Why did you do this Vegeta?' she asked herself. 'I don't want you to die.'
She pulled her scarf away from her neck and folded it up in a little bundle, placing it on her lap. 'I will miss you so much.'
*~*~*~*~*~
Good guy against good guy? No, it wasn't really that. But it's not like I can say it was good guy against bad guy. No, that wasn't right either. It was good guy against a guy whose Luke-warm on the good guy-bad guy scale.
So now that that's clear, whom are you rooting for? The good guy? Or the Luke-warm guy? Admit it, it's the Good-Guy.
Now, maybe you're wondering why the Luke-warm guy is a Luke-warm guy. Well that's simple.
Let me explain it this way.
Are you a murderer if you don't kill anyone? No. So are you a thief if you don't steal something? No. So are you a liar if you don't talk to anyone? I don't think so.
This man *hired* others to do the dirty work, killing, stealing, lying.
So do you consider him a bad guy.? Well, sorta, and would you consider her a good guy? Most certainly not, so what's left but in between? Right? So he's now Luke-warm.
So now, we have our good-guy verses Luke-warm-guy on a rusty tin-like roof covered in snow, with freezing cold snow falling from the dark sky. Neither have a gun. Our Luke-warm villain is sitting in a wheel chair, atop a snowy roof. Magic? I would most defiantly say so, but call it whatever you wish, pure-chance, fate, etc.?
Neither is armed. All they have are their quick thinking minds, and their sub conscious thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~
Snow around them in a 20 feet radius stopped in the falling position. The woman falling from the roof stopped falling, her mouth still open for a last scream. The boy on the roof, holding his bloodied leg was stopped from a half wincing, half-standing up position.
"You. you just pushed your friend off the roof!" Usagi screamed.
He smiled. "Yes, but it was needed. She would die soon anyway, blood loss. She had thin blood that wouldn't clot. I did her a favor." His face fell from the smile. "And she wasn't a friend. She was a nuisance that had to be put up with for the time."
"You're Bardock. aren't you?" Usagi asked as she wearily took a step back.
He nodded. "And you're the little girl named Usagi," his smile returned. "You certainly have grown since you last saw me."
She frowned. "I've never seen you before." She stated firmly.
"Yes, I have, when your mother was doing experiments with my company." He said, as he entwined his fingers together.
"Alright, fine. What do you want with me."
He smiled. "Right to the point I see. Well, it's simple really. You are the last of the Lost People. Truly," he smiled. "The last.
"Everyone that has died the past month or so, has either been a Lost People member, or a person who got on my bad side." He smiled ever so slightly. "As you can see, Ami was to kill you, but she messed up. She couldn't. Instead she kill my grandson. Now that wasn't supposed to happen.
"Had I killed him, I would have gotten his power, because I have studied it long and hard, I know this. Anyone who is related to a Lost People, and kills his relative, will receive his or her power."
Usagi was quiet. Goten was a Lost People, just like herself? "What are you going to do with the power, had you gotten it?"
He sighed. "I would have had complete power over all powerful and important people."
She nodded. "I guess that makes sense."
Save the world, or die. It was honestly a hard decision to make. Sure, she wanted the world to be save and happy. But deep, deep down she knew she wouldn't be. And that she could never be. Because she hadn't gotten to say what she wanted to. But dying and leaving the world in great suffering wasn't at all the better idea.
"It is something you wouldn't understand. Now, with the power I have, I shall kill you."
A foggy feeling swept over her, she stumbled slightly, and began talking in some other language.
"Esprit de la neige autour de moi," she glared at him. "Protégez-moi de cet homme."
He glared, and muttered something under his breath, as the snow frozen in mid-fall came flying over towards her, forming an almost transparent shield of ice around her.
"Schnee, Eis, Wind, Angriff!" he shouted.
A rush of wind, snow, and ice came flying towards her. But the ice shield around her stopped it, cracking only slightly to the weight being added on.
"ARRÊT! Je ne peux pas vous laisser le faire. Vous avez tué Goten, vous êtes le petit-fils! Maintenant je vous laisserais y échapper l'avait été quelqu'un d'autre. Mais vous avez tué Goten! Il ne voudrait pas que je renonceMaintenant vous mourrez!!"* Usagi screamed.
There was a loud bang noise, heard only in the dome they had created. The ice around Usagi broke, the wind around her howled loudly, and the wheels on Barrdock's rusty wheelchair began turning, even though he wasn't moving.
His wheelchair was thrown over the side of the roof with a strong force, Usagi ran over to the edge to see if he was alright.** She quickly hopped down the crude ladder to see.
Bloodied slightly, and bruising. The elder man whispered something.
"You've won." He said quietly. "You will soon get a letter with all the answers to your questions. Good luck, last of the Lost People." His old eyes rolled back, and the snow began to fall again. He died.
*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks was rushed to the hospital, and the doctors preformed a minor surgery, and he was to get out the day after, and only had to see a physical therapist one week.
Artemis regained feeling in her arm, and explained a few things to Trunks, who answered stupidly and received a hard smack on the back of his head.
Juunangou spent a few days in the hospital with Michiru, before he disappeared to continue with his life as if this never happened.
Michiru was disappointed to see him go, but at the same time she was happy.
Krillin, (-insert sweat drop-) showed up at the house with Chinese food a few hours after the police arrived and left. He then went to the hospital to visit Usagi, who he still thought was there, and found Michiru and Juunangou.
Usagi went to the hospital with Trunks, and called the police to deal with the dead.
*~*~*~*~*~
*I use a crappy translator, it's supposed say this: STOP! I can't let you do this. You've killed Goten, you're grandson! Now I would let you get away with it had it been someone else. But you killed Goten! He wouldn't want me to give up! Now you will die!! So if you use another translator and it sounds crappy. It was the translator's fault! I'm only a stupid girl who can only speak English (not ever with proper grammar or anything!)
**Usagi's a nice girl! She can't help it if she wants him to be ok!
*~*~*~*~*~
It's almost over! This was the last chapter!! YAY!
Now you're all like "What? Is said it was ALMOST over?? What the bloody hell does that mean??" Well, the next is a conclusion, tells you what happened and all. Nothing important. Hehehe, actually it is. It really wraps everything up. Sorry if some questions weren't very well answered. After all this is the first story that's ever been finished!(YAY!!!)
So yeah, go review, come back on like Friday or something.
(Sorry I said it would be out by Sunday, but it was longer than I was planning, and I've been real busy.)