The Last of the Saiyans
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like until this last year.
Grim Details:
Piccolo moved Goku so the unconscious warrior was propped against a small hillock of grass. He was slightly hurt that when the Saiyan had spoken, he had not called him by his name, but by his race. Now that he was essentially alone, he wanted to pay his respects to his former pupil.
Slowly he approached the site where the boys lay. The scent of grass and flowers from the glade were not enough to cover the smell of blood, gore, and scorched cloth and flesh. Insects had found the bodies and were beginning to crawl over them. It would be worse by morning. He brushed them away with a gentle wave of power. He would do nothing more; it was not his duty. By the humans' custom, the loved ones would prepare the bodies. The injuries on the younger one was obvious and confirmed what Trunks had told.
*Gohan* He knelt and touched the older boys' face and limbs, the skin was strangely mottled and rigor was already setting in, but he didn't seem to have any broken bones. Carefully checking the head, he discerned that he had bled from the ears as well as the nose, a sure sign of severe brain damage. *How did this happen? What went on while I was stoned?*
"It was a disrupter blast." Silently, the Supreme Kai had recovered and floated behind Piccolo, "I tried to disperse it before it could damage him too badly."
*Fool!* Piccolo thought, although it didn't matter whether he said it out loud or not, Shin heard him. "His human half made him more fragile." he growled, "You should have found out more about your allies before leading them into battle! We could have defeated Majin Buu without the losses."
"I agree, it was my fault. I had grown complacent in my duties, and not kept as close an eye on this part of the universe." He (was it even a he? Piccolo suddenly wondered) sighed and looked down, the once elegant clothing torn and soiled with dirt and smears of purple blood, the shock of white hair shining bright in the night. "Who was the strongest?" he(?) asked, glancing at the Saiyans.
"Why do you want to know?" Piccolo rose and crossed his arms, glaring down at the Supreme Kai from his height.
"I am asking because I need to know my allies, as you pointed out." Shin retorted coldly, large eyes glinting in the starlight, "Majin Buu is not defeated. It will take him some time to reintegrate, but he is not destroyed. We will have to fight him again."
AN: Is anyone out there queasy? Next time: meanwhile, back at the stadium…
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like until this last year.
Grim Details:
Piccolo moved Goku so the unconscious warrior was propped against a small hillock of grass. He was slightly hurt that when the Saiyan had spoken, he had not called him by his name, but by his race. Now that he was essentially alone, he wanted to pay his respects to his former pupil.
Slowly he approached the site where the boys lay. The scent of grass and flowers from the glade were not enough to cover the smell of blood, gore, and scorched cloth and flesh. Insects had found the bodies and were beginning to crawl over them. It would be worse by morning. He brushed them away with a gentle wave of power. He would do nothing more; it was not his duty. By the humans' custom, the loved ones would prepare the bodies. The injuries on the younger one was obvious and confirmed what Trunks had told.
*Gohan* He knelt and touched the older boys' face and limbs, the skin was strangely mottled and rigor was already setting in, but he didn't seem to have any broken bones. Carefully checking the head, he discerned that he had bled from the ears as well as the nose, a sure sign of severe brain damage. *How did this happen? What went on while I was stoned?*
"It was a disrupter blast." Silently, the Supreme Kai had recovered and floated behind Piccolo, "I tried to disperse it before it could damage him too badly."
*Fool!* Piccolo thought, although it didn't matter whether he said it out loud or not, Shin heard him. "His human half made him more fragile." he growled, "You should have found out more about your allies before leading them into battle! We could have defeated Majin Buu without the losses."
"I agree, it was my fault. I had grown complacent in my duties, and not kept as close an eye on this part of the universe." He (was it even a he? Piccolo suddenly wondered) sighed and looked down, the once elegant clothing torn and soiled with dirt and smears of purple blood, the shock of white hair shining bright in the night. "Who was the strongest?" he(?) asked, glancing at the Saiyans.
"Why do you want to know?" Piccolo rose and crossed his arms, glaring down at the Supreme Kai from his height.
"I am asking because I need to know my allies, as you pointed out." Shin retorted coldly, large eyes glinting in the starlight, "Majin Buu is not defeated. It will take him some time to reintegrate, but he is not destroyed. We will have to fight him again."
AN: Is anyone out there queasy? Next time: meanwhile, back at the stadium…