Author: "Preview of Chapter 3:"
Chapter 3 - The Dark Army Withdraws:
Whilst Pan had been out and about in the city, running from invaders and being dragged into bushes by people who were complete strangers to her, Goku and the rest of the Z-Fighters had found their way among the masses of darkly-dressed invaders. There were screams of horror from both the Dark Army and citizens trying to escape, as human fighters flew through the air like silver arrows and saiyans powered up to unbelievable levels of power.
Krillen and Yamcha were taking on five each at a time, and the invader's were falling every two minutes to the floor. The sea of black kept coming. Tien was doing the same on the tops of buildings. Goten and Trunks were thoroughly enjoying themselves, encircling Gohan and Videl protectively and confusing the invader's with taunts and jeers. The two Saiyamenn were exhausted, leaning against each other and rasping deeply, sweat trickling from the strands of hair. Videl yelled as the ray from a blaster skimmed her shoulder, and Trunks, momentarily deterred, was punched in the shoulder by one of the attackers. He flew into a building, almost whamming into Piccolo and another. Furious, he came back at the invader and punched him in the jaw viciously. This was turning out to be less and less of a game.
As could be as expected Vegeta was one on his own, killing downright in his usual cold way. He blasted through the invaders with energy waves whisking through the air like fireworks, but still the sea of black descended. "What is with you freaks!" he spat, socking one in the chin and hammering into another's stomach as though it were a punching bag. "I kill more of you every time and you still keep coming-"
Silhouetted as a blurred figure against the moonlight, Goku had decided to take on a character who appeared to be one of the leaders of the army: a tall, gangly figure with surprising agility and a face cloaked in the shadow of a black hood. There was no running from the invader's side. He fought recklessly against the Super Saiyan, missing Goku's energy blasts by millimetres and yet returning the fire with his own. He was unafraid. It was a challenge, but Goku was gaining the upper hand. A flurry of punches to the face and the invader was falling to his death, destined to snap his stick-like neck on the pavement below.
Breathing heavily, Goku scanned the scene, noticed Tien fighting on his own, and was about to go and help when. another black figure appeared at his side, blasting him in the shoulder. Grunting, Goku fought back. He was confused. They were reckless. They fought and died and fought, and were injured repetitively, yet more came to replace their fallen comrades. They didn't care that they would die. It was unnerving.
Still the sea of black descended.
It was a fight that was to be remembered by the people of West City for a long, long while.
Chapter 3 - The Dark Army Withdraws:
Whilst Pan had been out and about in the city, running from invaders and being dragged into bushes by people who were complete strangers to her, Goku and the rest of the Z-Fighters had found their way among the masses of darkly-dressed invaders. There were screams of horror from both the Dark Army and citizens trying to escape, as human fighters flew through the air like silver arrows and saiyans powered up to unbelievable levels of power.
Krillen and Yamcha were taking on five each at a time, and the invader's were falling every two minutes to the floor. The sea of black kept coming. Tien was doing the same on the tops of buildings. Goten and Trunks were thoroughly enjoying themselves, encircling Gohan and Videl protectively and confusing the invader's with taunts and jeers. The two Saiyamenn were exhausted, leaning against each other and rasping deeply, sweat trickling from the strands of hair. Videl yelled as the ray from a blaster skimmed her shoulder, and Trunks, momentarily deterred, was punched in the shoulder by one of the attackers. He flew into a building, almost whamming into Piccolo and another. Furious, he came back at the invader and punched him in the jaw viciously. This was turning out to be less and less of a game.
As could be as expected Vegeta was one on his own, killing downright in his usual cold way. He blasted through the invaders with energy waves whisking through the air like fireworks, but still the sea of black descended. "What is with you freaks!" he spat, socking one in the chin and hammering into another's stomach as though it were a punching bag. "I kill more of you every time and you still keep coming-"
Silhouetted as a blurred figure against the moonlight, Goku had decided to take on a character who appeared to be one of the leaders of the army: a tall, gangly figure with surprising agility and a face cloaked in the shadow of a black hood. There was no running from the invader's side. He fought recklessly against the Super Saiyan, missing Goku's energy blasts by millimetres and yet returning the fire with his own. He was unafraid. It was a challenge, but Goku was gaining the upper hand. A flurry of punches to the face and the invader was falling to his death, destined to snap his stick-like neck on the pavement below.
Breathing heavily, Goku scanned the scene, noticed Tien fighting on his own, and was about to go and help when. another black figure appeared at his side, blasting him in the shoulder. Grunting, Goku fought back. He was confused. They were reckless. They fought and died and fought, and were injured repetitively, yet more came to replace their fallen comrades. They didn't care that they would die. It was unnerving.
Still the sea of black descended.
It was a fight that was to be remembered by the people of West City for a long, long while.