Chapter two: The other side
I stared out across the land, across a broken world. They had done this. I wanted to be angry, but all I felt was sadness. Sadness for all my lost friends, for my lost family, and for my lost love Negata had been only seventeen when they killed her. It was what truly pushed me to travel back in time.
But one android kept evading me. Making sneak attacks, just out of spite now. He knew that one day I would get him it was only a matter of time, but he kept killing.
I could not lift the feeling of grief and utter helplessness at what lay below me. I was standing on the balcony of my house, the survivors had set up camp in our compound, as many that could get there.
It was like having the whole world crammed into your private space.
I wondered what he was doing now. I have been hailed as a hero for destroying android eighteen and saving so many people but I am not. People grew scared of me after a while,
I wouldn't peak to anyone and I spent all my time searching for the boy who killed my father and my sister and the love of my life.
I hear whisperings and rumors wherever I go. People think I'm mad, obsessed with destroying this menace. Most of them are just grateful to be alive.
*
I stepped onto the balcony to find my son looking out at our world, it's a sad wretched place but it's better than what it was.
I worry about him, but I understand, time has worn away the person I once was, I was once fiery and volatile, but I have seen too much pain to be the woman I once was.
Time has changed us. I have worked most of my life to see this world rebuilt but I fear through all of it I may have lost the last of my family. Oh how I wished I had my father back, he was always the wise one, the one who always knew what to do.
Trunks was just a baby when they killed him, maybe it was a good thing, had they gotten him later on he most likely would not have dealt with yet another death.
"Trunks?" he turned and half smiled at me in that way he does.
"Yes mother? Do you need something?" typical Trunks, always worrying about me. I worry about him even more so than before
"Come inside and have something to eat. You haven't eaten thing today" when I use that tone, the only of my old self I have retained besides my appearance he always obeys me.
* I nodded and followed her into the house, we had lent most of the main compound to the survivors, but we still had the best wing to ourselves, it was completely self-sufficient.
I sat down at the table and as always there was a meal set out. I slowly chewed each morsel. My only reason for eating was to stay strong, so I could personally beat the crap out of the android then break him apart, screw by screw.
*
After what I supposed was supper I left for a while. I headed for the one place the androids had never found, it was the place my mother and I had buried all the Z fighters
It has an eerie feel to it. Whenever I go there, there is a soft breeze.
The whole place is full of flowers and beautiful statues, my mother's touch.
I knelt by my fathers grave and sighed. I was only twelve when they killed him.
I had sworn many times to be everything he would have expected of me as his son.
And I swore it again.
Authors note: see where I'm taking this? I was looking to try out something new, I don't really know if it'll turn out all that well though...
Chou
The Raven Queen
By da way.
REVIEWS!!!!!...please?
I stared out across the land, across a broken world. They had done this. I wanted to be angry, but all I felt was sadness. Sadness for all my lost friends, for my lost family, and for my lost love Negata had been only seventeen when they killed her. It was what truly pushed me to travel back in time.
But one android kept evading me. Making sneak attacks, just out of spite now. He knew that one day I would get him it was only a matter of time, but he kept killing.
I could not lift the feeling of grief and utter helplessness at what lay below me. I was standing on the balcony of my house, the survivors had set up camp in our compound, as many that could get there.
It was like having the whole world crammed into your private space.
I wondered what he was doing now. I have been hailed as a hero for destroying android eighteen and saving so many people but I am not. People grew scared of me after a while,
I wouldn't peak to anyone and I spent all my time searching for the boy who killed my father and my sister and the love of my life.
I hear whisperings and rumors wherever I go. People think I'm mad, obsessed with destroying this menace. Most of them are just grateful to be alive.
*
I stepped onto the balcony to find my son looking out at our world, it's a sad wretched place but it's better than what it was.
I worry about him, but I understand, time has worn away the person I once was, I was once fiery and volatile, but I have seen too much pain to be the woman I once was.
Time has changed us. I have worked most of my life to see this world rebuilt but I fear through all of it I may have lost the last of my family. Oh how I wished I had my father back, he was always the wise one, the one who always knew what to do.
Trunks was just a baby when they killed him, maybe it was a good thing, had they gotten him later on he most likely would not have dealt with yet another death.
"Trunks?" he turned and half smiled at me in that way he does.
"Yes mother? Do you need something?" typical Trunks, always worrying about me. I worry about him even more so than before
"Come inside and have something to eat. You haven't eaten thing today" when I use that tone, the only of my old self I have retained besides my appearance he always obeys me.
* I nodded and followed her into the house, we had lent most of the main compound to the survivors, but we still had the best wing to ourselves, it was completely self-sufficient.
I sat down at the table and as always there was a meal set out. I slowly chewed each morsel. My only reason for eating was to stay strong, so I could personally beat the crap out of the android then break him apart, screw by screw.
*
After what I supposed was supper I left for a while. I headed for the one place the androids had never found, it was the place my mother and I had buried all the Z fighters
It has an eerie feel to it. Whenever I go there, there is a soft breeze.
The whole place is full of flowers and beautiful statues, my mother's touch.
I knelt by my fathers grave and sighed. I was only twelve when they killed him.
I had sworn many times to be everything he would have expected of me as his son.
And I swore it again.
Authors note: see where I'm taking this? I was looking to try out something new, I don't really know if it'll turn out all that well though...
Chou
The Raven Queen
By da way.
REVIEWS!!!!!...please?