Chapter 3: Bitter Defeat...
Goku had barely got into stance when Catocs was onto him like a
mauling lion. His speed and strength were amazing, unlike even any
of his opponents that he had been beaten by before. He wasn't just
impressed, he was awestruck. And the weird thing was that with each
painful blow, he was enjoying this fight more.
Catocs finished his nearly 57 hit series of attacks with a kick that
sent Goku to the roof. Goku's whole body felt like his bones were
ground into dust, yet he still stood up to try and fight back. He
put his hands behind and to the side of himself, cupped together like
a bowl. He gathered as much energy as he could for the waylaid state
that he was just put in.
"Ka...me...ha...me..." He then noticed Catocs in the same pose.
This wasn't good. He was gonna be overpowered by his own signature
attack.
"Kamehamesappo!" The energy from Goku's Kamehameha was taken
into the beam from Catocs' attack, swirling around it like Piccolo's
Special Beam Cannon. It struck Goku full-on, not penetrating so much
as it was grinding with burning energy against him. He fell back
after two seconds of the blast's impact. His breathing was labored,
but he couldn't give up. What would he think of himself? Maybe just
outclassed. After all, Catocs was a Super Saiya-jin right now, and
he didn't know what to do. He was losing, and the pain of the battle
was-
The pain...it was numbing. He could barely stand up, but he couldn't
feel the pain. He decided that it was now that he would. He was
growing light-headed from over-exertion even without trying to ascend.
'Now or later, Goku...so let's try it now!' Goku tried to reach deep
for that seething hatred that he felt for Catocs the days before. He
couldn't tell how far down the depths of a Super Saiya-jin's power
went, even if he felt the simultaneous plunge and rise of Catocs in
his energy. He was dizzy, but had to keep trying. He gathered all
the power that he had left to try even harder than he was. His hair
started to drift upward and swing side to side lazily. Was he doing
it? He couldn't tell, not unless he turned to see. 'No...if I don't
focus, I can't do it.' He didn't dare try to look anywhere, he kept
trying to reach for that power. He was feeling exhasuted and yet was
still willing to keep up the effort. He couldn't feel anything in
his body anymore, his sight was starting to darken. 'No...NO! I
can't quit...not...now...' Goku fell to the ground...passed out
from the pain and exhaustion of the short battle. Catocs had stood
back to give him a chance and time to ascend, if he could. Apparently
he still couldn't.
'Apparently...I've been hitting you too hard.'
-----------------
Chi-Chi was mad at both Catocs and Goku for what happened to Goku.
When Goku woke up again, he asked for a small brown bag that sat on
the dresser. He takes out a small bean from inside the bag and eats
it. He gets up, puts on a new gi, a solid black one. When he had
asked Bulma why she only got black ones, she said that they thought
that orange was a color too crazy for everything that she bought.
Well, pink and polka dots are rather wild...especially for Vegeta.
He didn't mind it, really. The color of an outfit only mattered to
Vegeta. He went back to the training room and set the gravity at 150.
-----------------
An old man wearing a heavy purple turtle shell walks around in the
same mall where Royce and Samus were hours ago. He looks at all the
beautiful girls, lingerie magazines, and watching TV's that had women
doing workout routines.
"Ehh-heh-heh-hehh...Bulma's right, lots of pretty ladies everywhere!"
Roshi bumps into Tien, who was standing in a crowd with Chiaotzu and
Krillin, watching Yamcha step up to a challenge against an Omega
Metroid that was rather haughty on itself. It said something in Chozo
and ran, more like plodded heavily, forward. Yamcha struck it
repeatedly in the face. It swatted Yamcha away, unaffected. He lands
on his feet and aims this time for it's stomach with a hard kick. It
took the blow and buckled over, stumbling backward and almost tipped
over the railing around an open spot between the first and second
floors. Yamcha kicked it in the face to try and send it over the
railing, which works, as it backs into the railing and crashes through
it to the ground.
"Huh. So they were right about a weakness. Too bad. If it were the
real deal, I'd bet it wouldn't even have a weak point." The Metroid
gets up and leaps back onto the second floor. Roshi spots a crack in
the floor begin to widen. He takes his turtle shell off and throws it
at the Metroid, which only paid its attention to Yamcha, knocking it
off of the cracking floor.
"MOVE, NOW!!" Yamcha leaps off the ground and grabs a ceiling light as
the floor beneath falls to the ground floor. Samus looks at the Metroid
as it gets up and looks around.
"(What hit me?!)" It looks at the purple turtle shell. Roshi walks
around the crowd and takes the shell, putting it back on. He then walks
away after waiting for Yamcha and the others to leave, also. "(You!
Old fart! How dare you! I was going to finish that battle!)"
Roshi turns around and looks up at its head. "No, you weren't. You
were still in too much pain to fight back...and no one wins by taunting,
either. Not only that, but Yamcha doesn't understand Chozo. I don't
myself, but I picked onto what you were saying. I knew exactly what was
coming from your mouth because of the situation giving you the words."
"(You liar!)" Roshi's sunglasses glitz for a moment off the light.
"If I were lying to you, I wouldn't have known that you called me a
liar." Roshi walks away, with Krillin behind him.
"Did you really know what it said to you?" Roshi shook his head in a
slight motion.
"Not really. Just the general message, because he was saying a lot in
his heart." Krillin looks at Roshi in shock.
"You even knew that its male? Wow. I guess I'd like to learn how to
do that." Roshi looks in Krillin's direction.
"You already do...you just don't listen for another's thoughts. That
is one technique in the martial arts. Knowing what your opponent has
in mind helps you to develop a counteraction. Listen to the words
that they speak, the movements that they make, and the emotion behind
their actions...I'm surprised that you forgot."
"Actually, you never put it bluntly like that before." Roshi falls
over.
---------------
Samus was walking away from the scene along with Tien and Chiaotzu.
She had heard Hardy yelling at Yamcha and Royce because of what had
happened, and wanted to make it look like she was only part of the
audience (which she was). She had almost gotten the entirety of what
that Omega Metroid had been saying to Roshi, but it was so vulgar that
she dared not repeat it. Roshi was also right about when it called him
a deceitful and idiotic liar. Deceitful? She didn't know much about
the old man. Idiotic, though? Far from it if he could understand what
was going on. A liar? He wasn't telling any lies. A wise old master
has no need for lies. Unless he was the 'pervert' that was being
whispered about. As far as she knew, he dared not hit on anyone except
Bulma, and she quite literally hit him for it every time. Maybe he
didn't want to hit on her and not know it. Oh, the humiliation he'd
feel.
'Okay...idiotic? A little...' She looks over at Roshi and bumps into
Nappa. "Hey! Who's-" She looks up at Nappa and a smile plays on her
face. A smile as though she was about to burst into laughter. Nappa
was wearing a blue formal wear outfit, with dress shorts of matching
color and a red tie. He had the same boots on though, and looked so
utterly ridiculous for a 7-foot-something Saiya-jin...maybe 8.
"Go ahead and laugh. Vegeta's punished me for laughing at his pink
shirt. He made me wear the one thing that I didn't want to wear out
of all that Bulma got me." Samus stands up.
"Bulma couldn't have been that mean to you...I mean, you're not an
ego-maniac who's high on his royalty." Nappa sits on a bench.
"I'm Vegeta's major-domo, for crying out loud. Did he have to do
this to me?"
"Maybe. Was he wearing the polka dotted pants?" Nappa looks at
Samus funny.
"Oddly enough...yes. He asked me if he looked like a clown in it
and all I could do was laugh. He said that that answered his
question enough and then punished me for it because he was still
wearing the pink shirt after he went to put on a different pair."
"No matter. Bulma probably did that to play a joke. She probably
even thought that you'd look cute in what you're wearing." Nappa
leans over, bug-eyed.
"ME?! CUTE?! In this thing?! It's uglier than me!" Samus walks
away, blushing.
"...I'll bet."
----------------
Gul'Gen sat on a large pouf in the middle of the one-room apartment
that he asked for from Keaton. He looked over at the shattered mirror
and the fragments. The black color faded to show the Saiya-jins...but
there were more than just the ones that he knew about. There was
another that looked like a scarred Goku in a planet trade armor suit.
A black-haired woman holding a dark-bladed beam sword, that had the
appearance of a chalice. A...man(?) with lavender hair and steel gray
eyes. Who were these other three? Aside of the ones that he saw, the
other shards were blank. It was like watching some gigantic...plan of
action. It was like staring Fate in the face and saying that you knew
everything. He shifted and stood up. This was wrong. Something about
this was very wrong. He looked at the largest shard, which while
sitting was blank earlier. His eyes widened in terror at what he saw.
Behind a black background, was a still picture of Royce. Her face was
contorted into a manaical laugh. Was she the real villain? No, it
couldn't be. Catocs told him not to trust what he saw as fate. He
walked up to the broken mirror and sighed.
"...What can they possibly do...? It gives me grief to see all of this.
Hatchling...if you can...fly like an eagle, before I can't take much
more of this...show me that you are what I trained you to be..."
Gul'Gen shook his head and sat down in front of the mirror. Would Samus
be that which he wanted her to be? There were many differences, and yet
one similarity. Samus and Royce...
They were both Metroid. The ultimate warrior. The vaccine did not by
any means give Samus that name. It was the Chozo blood and the training
to be a warrior. She had proven her experience, intelligence, power,
and instincts to be unmatchable by any. Assistable, yet unmatchable.
Gul'Gen sighed again. He was old, and wanted to share something with
Ridley, since one of the things that Ridley wanted to do was be able to
be beside Gul'Gen. He felt restless. Looking in the pieces of the
mirror that were still on the mirror, he wanted to know what was going
to happen.
"Fate...show your face to me...show me what you desire."
Goku had barely got into stance when Catocs was onto him like a
mauling lion. His speed and strength were amazing, unlike even any
of his opponents that he had been beaten by before. He wasn't just
impressed, he was awestruck. And the weird thing was that with each
painful blow, he was enjoying this fight more.
Catocs finished his nearly 57 hit series of attacks with a kick that
sent Goku to the roof. Goku's whole body felt like his bones were
ground into dust, yet he still stood up to try and fight back. He
put his hands behind and to the side of himself, cupped together like
a bowl. He gathered as much energy as he could for the waylaid state
that he was just put in.
"Ka...me...ha...me..." He then noticed Catocs in the same pose.
This wasn't good. He was gonna be overpowered by his own signature
attack.
"Kamehamesappo!" The energy from Goku's Kamehameha was taken
into the beam from Catocs' attack, swirling around it like Piccolo's
Special Beam Cannon. It struck Goku full-on, not penetrating so much
as it was grinding with burning energy against him. He fell back
after two seconds of the blast's impact. His breathing was labored,
but he couldn't give up. What would he think of himself? Maybe just
outclassed. After all, Catocs was a Super Saiya-jin right now, and
he didn't know what to do. He was losing, and the pain of the battle
was-
The pain...it was numbing. He could barely stand up, but he couldn't
feel the pain. He decided that it was now that he would. He was
growing light-headed from over-exertion even without trying to ascend.
'Now or later, Goku...so let's try it now!' Goku tried to reach deep
for that seething hatred that he felt for Catocs the days before. He
couldn't tell how far down the depths of a Super Saiya-jin's power
went, even if he felt the simultaneous plunge and rise of Catocs in
his energy. He was dizzy, but had to keep trying. He gathered all
the power that he had left to try even harder than he was. His hair
started to drift upward and swing side to side lazily. Was he doing
it? He couldn't tell, not unless he turned to see. 'No...if I don't
focus, I can't do it.' He didn't dare try to look anywhere, he kept
trying to reach for that power. He was feeling exhasuted and yet was
still willing to keep up the effort. He couldn't feel anything in
his body anymore, his sight was starting to darken. 'No...NO! I
can't quit...not...now...' Goku fell to the ground...passed out
from the pain and exhaustion of the short battle. Catocs had stood
back to give him a chance and time to ascend, if he could. Apparently
he still couldn't.
'Apparently...I've been hitting you too hard.'
-----------------
Chi-Chi was mad at both Catocs and Goku for what happened to Goku.
When Goku woke up again, he asked for a small brown bag that sat on
the dresser. He takes out a small bean from inside the bag and eats
it. He gets up, puts on a new gi, a solid black one. When he had
asked Bulma why she only got black ones, she said that they thought
that orange was a color too crazy for everything that she bought.
Well, pink and polka dots are rather wild...especially for Vegeta.
He didn't mind it, really. The color of an outfit only mattered to
Vegeta. He went back to the training room and set the gravity at 150.
-----------------
An old man wearing a heavy purple turtle shell walks around in the
same mall where Royce and Samus were hours ago. He looks at all the
beautiful girls, lingerie magazines, and watching TV's that had women
doing workout routines.
"Ehh-heh-heh-hehh...Bulma's right, lots of pretty ladies everywhere!"
Roshi bumps into Tien, who was standing in a crowd with Chiaotzu and
Krillin, watching Yamcha step up to a challenge against an Omega
Metroid that was rather haughty on itself. It said something in Chozo
and ran, more like plodded heavily, forward. Yamcha struck it
repeatedly in the face. It swatted Yamcha away, unaffected. He lands
on his feet and aims this time for it's stomach with a hard kick. It
took the blow and buckled over, stumbling backward and almost tipped
over the railing around an open spot between the first and second
floors. Yamcha kicked it in the face to try and send it over the
railing, which works, as it backs into the railing and crashes through
it to the ground.
"Huh. So they were right about a weakness. Too bad. If it were the
real deal, I'd bet it wouldn't even have a weak point." The Metroid
gets up and leaps back onto the second floor. Roshi spots a crack in
the floor begin to widen. He takes his turtle shell off and throws it
at the Metroid, which only paid its attention to Yamcha, knocking it
off of the cracking floor.
"MOVE, NOW!!" Yamcha leaps off the ground and grabs a ceiling light as
the floor beneath falls to the ground floor. Samus looks at the Metroid
as it gets up and looks around.
"(What hit me?!)" It looks at the purple turtle shell. Roshi walks
around the crowd and takes the shell, putting it back on. He then walks
away after waiting for Yamcha and the others to leave, also. "(You!
Old fart! How dare you! I was going to finish that battle!)"
Roshi turns around and looks up at its head. "No, you weren't. You
were still in too much pain to fight back...and no one wins by taunting,
either. Not only that, but Yamcha doesn't understand Chozo. I don't
myself, but I picked onto what you were saying. I knew exactly what was
coming from your mouth because of the situation giving you the words."
"(You liar!)" Roshi's sunglasses glitz for a moment off the light.
"If I were lying to you, I wouldn't have known that you called me a
liar." Roshi walks away, with Krillin behind him.
"Did you really know what it said to you?" Roshi shook his head in a
slight motion.
"Not really. Just the general message, because he was saying a lot in
his heart." Krillin looks at Roshi in shock.
"You even knew that its male? Wow. I guess I'd like to learn how to
do that." Roshi looks in Krillin's direction.
"You already do...you just don't listen for another's thoughts. That
is one technique in the martial arts. Knowing what your opponent has
in mind helps you to develop a counteraction. Listen to the words
that they speak, the movements that they make, and the emotion behind
their actions...I'm surprised that you forgot."
"Actually, you never put it bluntly like that before." Roshi falls
over.
---------------
Samus was walking away from the scene along with Tien and Chiaotzu.
She had heard Hardy yelling at Yamcha and Royce because of what had
happened, and wanted to make it look like she was only part of the
audience (which she was). She had almost gotten the entirety of what
that Omega Metroid had been saying to Roshi, but it was so vulgar that
she dared not repeat it. Roshi was also right about when it called him
a deceitful and idiotic liar. Deceitful? She didn't know much about
the old man. Idiotic, though? Far from it if he could understand what
was going on. A liar? He wasn't telling any lies. A wise old master
has no need for lies. Unless he was the 'pervert' that was being
whispered about. As far as she knew, he dared not hit on anyone except
Bulma, and she quite literally hit him for it every time. Maybe he
didn't want to hit on her and not know it. Oh, the humiliation he'd
feel.
'Okay...idiotic? A little...' She looks over at Roshi and bumps into
Nappa. "Hey! Who's-" She looks up at Nappa and a smile plays on her
face. A smile as though she was about to burst into laughter. Nappa
was wearing a blue formal wear outfit, with dress shorts of matching
color and a red tie. He had the same boots on though, and looked so
utterly ridiculous for a 7-foot-something Saiya-jin...maybe 8.
"Go ahead and laugh. Vegeta's punished me for laughing at his pink
shirt. He made me wear the one thing that I didn't want to wear out
of all that Bulma got me." Samus stands up.
"Bulma couldn't have been that mean to you...I mean, you're not an
ego-maniac who's high on his royalty." Nappa sits on a bench.
"I'm Vegeta's major-domo, for crying out loud. Did he have to do
this to me?"
"Maybe. Was he wearing the polka dotted pants?" Nappa looks at
Samus funny.
"Oddly enough...yes. He asked me if he looked like a clown in it
and all I could do was laugh. He said that that answered his
question enough and then punished me for it because he was still
wearing the pink shirt after he went to put on a different pair."
"No matter. Bulma probably did that to play a joke. She probably
even thought that you'd look cute in what you're wearing." Nappa
leans over, bug-eyed.
"ME?! CUTE?! In this thing?! It's uglier than me!" Samus walks
away, blushing.
"...I'll bet."
----------------
Gul'Gen sat on a large pouf in the middle of the one-room apartment
that he asked for from Keaton. He looked over at the shattered mirror
and the fragments. The black color faded to show the Saiya-jins...but
there were more than just the ones that he knew about. There was
another that looked like a scarred Goku in a planet trade armor suit.
A black-haired woman holding a dark-bladed beam sword, that had the
appearance of a chalice. A...man(?) with lavender hair and steel gray
eyes. Who were these other three? Aside of the ones that he saw, the
other shards were blank. It was like watching some gigantic...plan of
action. It was like staring Fate in the face and saying that you knew
everything. He shifted and stood up. This was wrong. Something about
this was very wrong. He looked at the largest shard, which while
sitting was blank earlier. His eyes widened in terror at what he saw.
Behind a black background, was a still picture of Royce. Her face was
contorted into a manaical laugh. Was she the real villain? No, it
couldn't be. Catocs told him not to trust what he saw as fate. He
walked up to the broken mirror and sighed.
"...What can they possibly do...? It gives me grief to see all of this.
Hatchling...if you can...fly like an eagle, before I can't take much
more of this...show me that you are what I trained you to be..."
Gul'Gen shook his head and sat down in front of the mirror. Would Samus
be that which he wanted her to be? There were many differences, and yet
one similarity. Samus and Royce...
They were both Metroid. The ultimate warrior. The vaccine did not by
any means give Samus that name. It was the Chozo blood and the training
to be a warrior. She had proven her experience, intelligence, power,
and instincts to be unmatchable by any. Assistable, yet unmatchable.
Gul'Gen sighed again. He was old, and wanted to share something with
Ridley, since one of the things that Ridley wanted to do was be able to
be beside Gul'Gen. He felt restless. Looking in the pieces of the
mirror that were still on the mirror, he wanted to know what was going
to happen.
"Fate...show your face to me...show me what you desire."