Last of the Saiyans
By Bobbin
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would know how it ended. What happens after Vegita blows up Buu?
Ch.4: Piccolo's Choice
"Fly faster, boy!" commanded Piccolo. He could feel Vegita's power growing as the Saiyan gathered an immense field of energy to overload. He glanced down at the gravely wounded warrior in his arms, his mind a maelstrom of emotions. The day had gone from bad to worse since the time he had first recognized the Supreme Kai. Shock, anger, and yes, fear filled him as Kurillan gave voice to a question he was loathed to know.
"Hey, what happened to Gohan? Trunks, do you know where he is?"
In answer, the boy broke out in tears, visibly choking back from crying out loud. He angled his flight away from the setting sun and led the other two over a mountain. As they passed it, the light of a ki blast seared the sky and seconds later the shock wave knocked them down into a protected valley. Recovering enough not to crash land with their precious burdens, the Namek and the human saw Trunks hover then land near something in the shadow of a tree, openly sobbing. Slowly they approached, unwilling to believe what it may be, hoping to be proven wrong.
Piccolo was the first to recognize what he saw and froze. Kurillan took a few steps closer before collapsing on his knees, head shaking in denial. "No…no…dear kami, not both of them!" he croaked.
A low moaning from the man he held made Piccolo realize he had clenched his grip, inflicting more pain to his wounds. He strode past the small human. "What's done is done, our responsibility is to the living." he reminded him harshly. He continued forward, followed by the now weeping man, and stopped near a small stream. He laid Goku down on the grass and motioned for Kurillan to do the same with Shin. "I'll take care of them, you go see to the boy." he told him, "His father has taught him his final lesson."
"Yeah, to be a Saiyan is to know death," the man answered sadly. He turned and walked toward Trunks, recalling being in the same situation before with Gohan. As he neared him, the boy tried to compose himself, but Kurillan stopped him. "It's ok to cry," he said, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"My father would think I'm weak," he sniffled.
Kurillan grimaced inwardly at the thought of the stern Saiyan. "No, it's good to honor the dead," he replied kindly. Thus encouraged, the boy buried his face in the offered shoulder and gave himself up to heart- wrenching sobs.
Piccolo examined Goku. Burns, bruises and contusions covered his body and the man's breath came in ragged gasps, blood bubbling from his mouth. The cause was readily apparent to the Namek's gentle touch; his ribcage was crushed, his lungs and perhaps other organs punctured. Without immediate assistance, his remaining time would be extremely painful.
He turned to the slight and seemingly fragile form of the Supreme Kai. He appeared to have been tortured; to have been viciously attacked again and again. Nearly every bone in the delicate limbs had been broken, the skin dark and puffy from blood pooling beneath the surface. The irises in the large eyes were unresponsive, indicative of brain damage.
Two mortally wounded warriors, one senzu bean. He would have to choose, Vegita told him he would. One, his long-time friend and fellow warrior; the other, an ancient and wise protector of the universe. One, who would suffer with the knowledge of his sons being gone while he lived for a few hours more; the other who would wake to continue his task to guard the universe. Crushing the bean in his palm to make it easier to swallow, Piccolo trickled the grains into the mouth of the unconscious Shin.
AN: Sorry about the crappy cut and paste job on chapter 3, I have fixed it now and will watch to not do it again. I like writing DBZ because of the gory details. Stay tuned for next episode.
By Bobbin
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would know how it ended. What happens after Vegita blows up Buu?
Ch.4: Piccolo's Choice
"Fly faster, boy!" commanded Piccolo. He could feel Vegita's power growing as the Saiyan gathered an immense field of energy to overload. He glanced down at the gravely wounded warrior in his arms, his mind a maelstrom of emotions. The day had gone from bad to worse since the time he had first recognized the Supreme Kai. Shock, anger, and yes, fear filled him as Kurillan gave voice to a question he was loathed to know.
"Hey, what happened to Gohan? Trunks, do you know where he is?"
In answer, the boy broke out in tears, visibly choking back from crying out loud. He angled his flight away from the setting sun and led the other two over a mountain. As they passed it, the light of a ki blast seared the sky and seconds later the shock wave knocked them down into a protected valley. Recovering enough not to crash land with their precious burdens, the Namek and the human saw Trunks hover then land near something in the shadow of a tree, openly sobbing. Slowly they approached, unwilling to believe what it may be, hoping to be proven wrong.
Piccolo was the first to recognize what he saw and froze. Kurillan took a few steps closer before collapsing on his knees, head shaking in denial. "No…no…dear kami, not both of them!" he croaked.
A low moaning from the man he held made Piccolo realize he had clenched his grip, inflicting more pain to his wounds. He strode past the small human. "What's done is done, our responsibility is to the living." he reminded him harshly. He continued forward, followed by the now weeping man, and stopped near a small stream. He laid Goku down on the grass and motioned for Kurillan to do the same with Shin. "I'll take care of them, you go see to the boy." he told him, "His father has taught him his final lesson."
"Yeah, to be a Saiyan is to know death," the man answered sadly. He turned and walked toward Trunks, recalling being in the same situation before with Gohan. As he neared him, the boy tried to compose himself, but Kurillan stopped him. "It's ok to cry," he said, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"My father would think I'm weak," he sniffled.
Kurillan grimaced inwardly at the thought of the stern Saiyan. "No, it's good to honor the dead," he replied kindly. Thus encouraged, the boy buried his face in the offered shoulder and gave himself up to heart- wrenching sobs.
Piccolo examined Goku. Burns, bruises and contusions covered his body and the man's breath came in ragged gasps, blood bubbling from his mouth. The cause was readily apparent to the Namek's gentle touch; his ribcage was crushed, his lungs and perhaps other organs punctured. Without immediate assistance, his remaining time would be extremely painful.
He turned to the slight and seemingly fragile form of the Supreme Kai. He appeared to have been tortured; to have been viciously attacked again and again. Nearly every bone in the delicate limbs had been broken, the skin dark and puffy from blood pooling beneath the surface. The irises in the large eyes were unresponsive, indicative of brain damage.
Two mortally wounded warriors, one senzu bean. He would have to choose, Vegita told him he would. One, his long-time friend and fellow warrior; the other, an ancient and wise protector of the universe. One, who would suffer with the knowledge of his sons being gone while he lived for a few hours more; the other who would wake to continue his task to guard the universe. Crushing the bean in his palm to make it easier to swallow, Piccolo trickled the grains into the mouth of the unconscious Shin.
AN: Sorry about the crappy cut and paste job on chapter 3, I have fixed it now and will watch to not do it again. I like writing DBZ because of the gory details. Stay tuned for next episode.