The Last of the Saiyans
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Widows Weep:
Kurillan flew, skimming the twilight sky, his heart heavy as he headed for island where the day's events had started. He hurried although he was not eager to arrive with his news. "Hang in there, buddy," he whispered to his friend's spirit, "ChiChi needs to see you one more time."
As he approached the city, he noticed the skyport half-empty and the streets eerily silent. "Hm, what, no parties?," he wondered out loud, "Maybe Eighteen won and everyone went home disappointed." Then he passed between some skyscrapers and paused as the devastation to the stadium and nearby buildings was clearly shown by spotlights on the gouged and darkened architecture. Work crews were securing and evacua-ting the area.
"Oh, dear Dende! Eighteen, Marron!" Kurillan rushed and landed, apprehension tearing at his guts. Spotting one of the monks nearby, he confronted him, "Can you tell where the fighter Eighteen is?" he pleaded.
"This way, sir," the monk replied, "Ms. Eighteen and her friends are resting in the fighter's prep area." Seconds later he left the short man at the doorway and continued down the hall to another room. "Miss Videl, the fighter Kurillan has returned," he announced.
The short man entered the room, startling those that had gathered there, but he only had eyes for a particular blonde head of hair. "Eighteen?" he called as he searched. The others directed his vision toward a quiet corner. There a young woman sat on a pallet next to a child who slept cuddled with an orange cloth. He walked to them and knelt, his hand reaching to touch the little girl's head. "Marron, baby," he whispered, relief washing over him. Then he gave his wife a hug and kissed her, "Hey, doll."
A scuffling of feet and the sound of someone clearing their throat reminded him of his mission and that though his family was safe, others were not. Kurrilan released Eighteen, stood and straightened his back in preparation of what he had to say then turned to face his long-time friends who were already showing signs of confusion, fear and anger. Sorrow pierced him again as he confronted the black-haired woman for whom he had the worst burden.
"Goku?" ChiChi asked, her voice trembling.
"He's.. hurt bad," he told her, "We should leave soon to return to him." She put her hands to her face, fighting to control herself.
"What about the others?" Yamcha asked, "Are they still fighting that Buu monster that Videl told us about?"
"No, Majin Buu is gone, Vegeta blew it and himself up in a final strike."
The small man flinched, expecting hysterics from the blue-haired woman, but Bulma only clenched her fists and closed her eyes, a single tear trailing down her cheek. "The boys…have you seen Trunks and Goten?" she choked out.
"Trunks…is okay," Kurillan faltered.
"And Goten? And Gohan?" ChiChi queried, her eyes wide with fear.
"I.. I'm sorry, ChiChi," he looked down, unable to meet her gaze, "they.. were killed."
"NOOOO! My BABIES!" she screamed and fainted in the Ox-King's hands.
"Gohan!" A softer cry and a thud went unnoticed as Videl fell to her knees by the door.
An: Thank you for the good reviews, DBZ readers are the greatest. About the cameras: yeah, Piccolo did break a bunch of them, but they were broadcasting the fights later and there had been a lot of them when reporters came to interview Hercule in his dressing room (remember the towel incident?)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Widows Weep:
Kurillan flew, skimming the twilight sky, his heart heavy as he headed for island where the day's events had started. He hurried although he was not eager to arrive with his news. "Hang in there, buddy," he whispered to his friend's spirit, "ChiChi needs to see you one more time."
As he approached the city, he noticed the skyport half-empty and the streets eerily silent. "Hm, what, no parties?," he wondered out loud, "Maybe Eighteen won and everyone went home disappointed." Then he passed between some skyscrapers and paused as the devastation to the stadium and nearby buildings was clearly shown by spotlights on the gouged and darkened architecture. Work crews were securing and evacua-ting the area.
"Oh, dear Dende! Eighteen, Marron!" Kurillan rushed and landed, apprehension tearing at his guts. Spotting one of the monks nearby, he confronted him, "Can you tell where the fighter Eighteen is?" he pleaded.
"This way, sir," the monk replied, "Ms. Eighteen and her friends are resting in the fighter's prep area." Seconds later he left the short man at the doorway and continued down the hall to another room. "Miss Videl, the fighter Kurillan has returned," he announced.
The short man entered the room, startling those that had gathered there, but he only had eyes for a particular blonde head of hair. "Eighteen?" he called as he searched. The others directed his vision toward a quiet corner. There a young woman sat on a pallet next to a child who slept cuddled with an orange cloth. He walked to them and knelt, his hand reaching to touch the little girl's head. "Marron, baby," he whispered, relief washing over him. Then he gave his wife a hug and kissed her, "Hey, doll."
A scuffling of feet and the sound of someone clearing their throat reminded him of his mission and that though his family was safe, others were not. Kurrilan released Eighteen, stood and straightened his back in preparation of what he had to say then turned to face his long-time friends who were already showing signs of confusion, fear and anger. Sorrow pierced him again as he confronted the black-haired woman for whom he had the worst burden.
"Goku?" ChiChi asked, her voice trembling.
"He's.. hurt bad," he told her, "We should leave soon to return to him." She put her hands to her face, fighting to control herself.
"What about the others?" Yamcha asked, "Are they still fighting that Buu monster that Videl told us about?"
"No, Majin Buu is gone, Vegeta blew it and himself up in a final strike."
The small man flinched, expecting hysterics from the blue-haired woman, but Bulma only clenched her fists and closed her eyes, a single tear trailing down her cheek. "The boys…have you seen Trunks and Goten?" she choked out.
"Trunks…is okay," Kurillan faltered.
"And Goten? And Gohan?" ChiChi queried, her eyes wide with fear.
"I.. I'm sorry, ChiChi," he looked down, unable to meet her gaze, "they.. were killed."
"NOOOO! My BABIES!" she screamed and fainted in the Ox-King's hands.
"Gohan!" A softer cry and a thud went unnoticed as Videl fell to her knees by the door.
An: Thank you for the good reviews, DBZ readers are the greatest. About the cameras: yeah, Piccolo did break a bunch of them, but they were broadcasting the fights later and there had been a lot of them when reporters came to interview Hercule in his dressing room (remember the towel incident?)