Chapter 10 (I think its 10, it might be 9 or 11, I cant remember) : Wishes
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah I own it, I do, sure, sure I do, yup, nahhhh I wish!!! Don't we all??? And, like most of us out there, I don't really own it
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Trunks felt the room jerk and shake around him as his body tried to adjust to this position of being vertical that it hadn't experienced in weeks. He knew he didn't have any physical strength to confront the androids, but if he didn't try, all was lost. All. He drew himself up to his full height, taking a lot of the strength he didn't have, so that he couldn't even keep his fists clenched together. Pulling all the anger raging inside of his into his arm he swung at Eighteens face, she didn't even blink but moved her head just slightly backwards so he missed by a hair, over balanced, and had to use more energy to stop himself falling over. He swung at her again, but exactly the same thing happened.
Eighteen yawned and swung her foot in a half circle at ground level, tripping him up, then before he could hit the ground bringing her leg up and kneeing him in the stomach, before sending him flying across the room. Landing with a thud heavily on his side on top of the desk, Trunks winced, but used the desk to stand himself upright again, and ran at her. She let him punch her, and hardly felt a thing, but got bored of it rather quickly, so sent him flying across the room again, cracking the wall on the other side, and knocking the breath out of him.
"I'm 'not' giving up" he though, not bothering to catch his breath before attacking the evil being who was just standing there, eyes laughing silently at him, mocking him
"I'm not giving up" Again he was thrown across the room, the wall cracking deeper, but not so deep as his anger ran, coursing through his veins like fire.
"Not giving up" He hit the window. Hard. And it shattered, Trunks felt his support crack, them tumble in a million razor sharp shining pieces below him, and hadn't the strength not to follow. If there had been and air left in his lungs after the half dozen collisions with the wall, he would have lost it, but he had none to lose, so lay there, in the rain -when had it started to rain?- trying to breath some in. The rain seemed to talk to him.
~Give him...~ it whispered, or it sounded as faint as a whisper, but had once been a shout. The voice...that voice...Trunks recognised it.
~Give him the strength...~ He knew that voice...
~...The strength to fight...~ It was Bra's voice! But how?
~Give him the strength to fight the androids!~
Trunks felt renewed strength running through him, strength he hadn't felt since, since the day Gohan died, was murdered, murdered by the ANDROIDS! Who were IN HIS HOUSE at this very moment.
Trunks leapt up, breathing in sweet wet air, and flew back in his window with the speed of a super sayajin -which, although he didn't realise it till later, was what he was- Eighteen had her back turned and was heading out of the room, thinking he was dead. Trunks didn't even yell a battle cry before he grabbed his fists together, one inside the other, and brought it down with amazing speed on her head. She collapsed to the floor, completely caught off guard, and he sped off down the hall in the direction of the kitchen, and Bulma.
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Normal Timeline
It was midnight, the air dry and thickly black, but there was a streak of light, twisting and turning, that could be seen for miles round. For years to come the people of the villages and towns scattered across western Australia would tell their children of the so called "dragon" seen in the sky on that hot dry night.
Bra and Pan, and the rest of the Z Senchi, watched and listened as Shenlong bade them farewell after Bra spoke the second wish, and as the seven Dragonballs screamed and raced across the sky, leaving tiny trails of light that slowly faded and gave way to the pathway of stars. Bra collapsed into a sitting position on the sandy ground 'its over' she though, relived and hoping she'd made a difference, 'its finally over'.
The others approached her, the decision had been unspoken but unanimous that Bra make the wishes, and the others had all stood back, giving her room to do so. Pan and Bulma put their hands on Bra's shoulders, and Bra looked up at them, expecting, well, something other than the look she got.
"Bra" Said Pan gravely, Bra shook her head, upset by her tone, this was a time to be happy, to celebrate, not to... not to be... well how ever Pan and Bulma -and, as she looked around, everyone else- were being.
"What?" Asked Bra "What?"
"You said 'fight' Bra, 'the strength to fight' you were supposed to say 'defeat' " Said Bulma softly, as if louder words would break her.
'The strength to fight the androids', 'The strength to defeat the androids' They were completely different things! Bra slapped herself, "How could I be so stupid! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! NO! It's not fair!"
"Bra calm down" Pan knelt opposite her, taking her by the shoulders and shaking them "Bra stop it" She wanted to say 'it'll be okay, all will be well' But she couldn't say that, not when she didn't know for sure.
Bra shook her head, silently cursing herself and praying that Trunks would still find a way at the same time. "Please be okay Trunks. Please be okay"
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A/N I dunno how long itll be till I can get the next chapter out, I might be tomorrow but I might be in the weekend, or next week, good luck to anyone doing the 40 hour famine ( I am!) hmmm heres an idea for a fanfic, the sayajins on the famine, hehe theyd go mad, if anyone write one like that tell me, I wanna read it, okay people, until next time ^_^
PS: REVIEW
pps; I just checked, this was chapter 11, although u guys probably knew that, I didn't *_* hehe
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah I own it, I do, sure, sure I do, yup, nahhhh I wish!!! Don't we all??? And, like most of us out there, I don't really own it
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Trunks felt the room jerk and shake around him as his body tried to adjust to this position of being vertical that it hadn't experienced in weeks. He knew he didn't have any physical strength to confront the androids, but if he didn't try, all was lost. All. He drew himself up to his full height, taking a lot of the strength he didn't have, so that he couldn't even keep his fists clenched together. Pulling all the anger raging inside of his into his arm he swung at Eighteens face, she didn't even blink but moved her head just slightly backwards so he missed by a hair, over balanced, and had to use more energy to stop himself falling over. He swung at her again, but exactly the same thing happened.
Eighteen yawned and swung her foot in a half circle at ground level, tripping him up, then before he could hit the ground bringing her leg up and kneeing him in the stomach, before sending him flying across the room. Landing with a thud heavily on his side on top of the desk, Trunks winced, but used the desk to stand himself upright again, and ran at her. She let him punch her, and hardly felt a thing, but got bored of it rather quickly, so sent him flying across the room again, cracking the wall on the other side, and knocking the breath out of him.
"I'm 'not' giving up" he though, not bothering to catch his breath before attacking the evil being who was just standing there, eyes laughing silently at him, mocking him
"I'm not giving up" Again he was thrown across the room, the wall cracking deeper, but not so deep as his anger ran, coursing through his veins like fire.
"Not giving up" He hit the window. Hard. And it shattered, Trunks felt his support crack, them tumble in a million razor sharp shining pieces below him, and hadn't the strength not to follow. If there had been and air left in his lungs after the half dozen collisions with the wall, he would have lost it, but he had none to lose, so lay there, in the rain -when had it started to rain?- trying to breath some in. The rain seemed to talk to him.
~Give him...~ it whispered, or it sounded as faint as a whisper, but had once been a shout. The voice...that voice...Trunks recognised it.
~Give him the strength...~ He knew that voice...
~...The strength to fight...~ It was Bra's voice! But how?
~Give him the strength to fight the androids!~
Trunks felt renewed strength running through him, strength he hadn't felt since, since the day Gohan died, was murdered, murdered by the ANDROIDS! Who were IN HIS HOUSE at this very moment.
Trunks leapt up, breathing in sweet wet air, and flew back in his window with the speed of a super sayajin -which, although he didn't realise it till later, was what he was- Eighteen had her back turned and was heading out of the room, thinking he was dead. Trunks didn't even yell a battle cry before he grabbed his fists together, one inside the other, and brought it down with amazing speed on her head. She collapsed to the floor, completely caught off guard, and he sped off down the hall in the direction of the kitchen, and Bulma.
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Normal Timeline
It was midnight, the air dry and thickly black, but there was a streak of light, twisting and turning, that could be seen for miles round. For years to come the people of the villages and towns scattered across western Australia would tell their children of the so called "dragon" seen in the sky on that hot dry night.
Bra and Pan, and the rest of the Z Senchi, watched and listened as Shenlong bade them farewell after Bra spoke the second wish, and as the seven Dragonballs screamed and raced across the sky, leaving tiny trails of light that slowly faded and gave way to the pathway of stars. Bra collapsed into a sitting position on the sandy ground 'its over' she though, relived and hoping she'd made a difference, 'its finally over'.
The others approached her, the decision had been unspoken but unanimous that Bra make the wishes, and the others had all stood back, giving her room to do so. Pan and Bulma put their hands on Bra's shoulders, and Bra looked up at them, expecting, well, something other than the look she got.
"Bra" Said Pan gravely, Bra shook her head, upset by her tone, this was a time to be happy, to celebrate, not to... not to be... well how ever Pan and Bulma -and, as she looked around, everyone else- were being.
"What?" Asked Bra "What?"
"You said 'fight' Bra, 'the strength to fight' you were supposed to say 'defeat' " Said Bulma softly, as if louder words would break her.
'The strength to fight the androids', 'The strength to defeat the androids' They were completely different things! Bra slapped herself, "How could I be so stupid! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! NO! It's not fair!"
"Bra calm down" Pan knelt opposite her, taking her by the shoulders and shaking them "Bra stop it" She wanted to say 'it'll be okay, all will be well' But she couldn't say that, not when she didn't know for sure.
Bra shook her head, silently cursing herself and praying that Trunks would still find a way at the same time. "Please be okay Trunks. Please be okay"
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A/N I dunno how long itll be till I can get the next chapter out, I might be tomorrow but I might be in the weekend, or next week, good luck to anyone doing the 40 hour famine ( I am!) hmmm heres an idea for a fanfic, the sayajins on the famine, hehe theyd go mad, if anyone write one like that tell me, I wanna read it, okay people, until next time ^_^
PS: REVIEW
pps; I just checked, this was chapter 11, although u guys probably knew that, I didn't *_* hehe