(AN: I love the name of this chapter! Isn't it pretty? *claps hands* Fun fun fun! Well, this is a really long chapter (for me). And it took a long time for me to get these names, so like them! Oh, and sorry if Gohan is slightly OOC. I mean, it's been twenty years since he's seen his brother and daughter, his dad's in a coma that he blames himself for, and his world has been in the chaos of war for so many years. I would think he's changed from the normal Gohan we all know. Oh, I'm so proud that I was this fast with my story. I wrote these three pages in one hour! So I decided to add this chapter the same day! Be proud of me! Well, enjoy! ~AC)
Chapter Five: While The Dawn Grows Closer Yet
Gohan paced before Kare's squad in the star-lit hideout. The group was made up of some of the best rebels in the world. Raretoma. Willis. Troyon. Behan. Feuchtwanger. Spyri. Trotsky. Feynman. Hinshelwood. Giraud. Indy. Liberace. Capra. They would be the only ones able to save Rayne. Marron stood beside her husband, scowling at the ground.
"We've got a bit of a problem on our hands," he informed the group, still pacing. They all watched him silently. He continued, glaring over their heads. "It seems Rayne has gotten herself captured. We have no idea what's happened to her, but our spies inform us that two people are to be hung today at dawn. I suspect one of those to die will be Rayne. This is why we must move fast." He paused as Spyri raised his hand. "Yes, Spyri?" The blond-haired man cleared his throat and spoke.
"General, do we have any idea where Ms. Sirec is being held?" Gohan nodded grimly.
"She is being held at Jinzohen Prison," he said shortly, and the entire squadron shuddered visibly.
"Damn," Marron swore under her breath. "Any chance of getting to her without being detected?"
"About one to a hundred chance of being caught," Gohan stated flatly. He smiled suddenly. "But that's why I called you all. I have a plan." Everyone in the group leaned forward eagerly. Gohan took a deep breath and prayed to Kami that what he was doing was right.
"Now, here's what we have to do......."
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Bulma carefully sipped her coffee, eyeing the newcomers over the rim of the mug.
"Doctor Bulma, we were sent by General Gohan to give you this message," one of the men said, handing her a small folded piece of paper. Without another word, the man and his companion disappeared back out the door. Aware of Goten, Trunks, Bra, and Pan's eyes on her, she calmly set down her coffee and read the paper.
B-
This is GG. We'll have put Plan SR into action by the time you read this. All of K's squad are joining me, plus M. M refused to leave K, the annoying brat. We'll probably be back by 0500 or so. Give P a kiss for me, and a hug for G. Tell T and P that I'm glad they're back. Well, we're on the move. So long, B. Ja ne.
-GG
Bulma sighed, shaking her head. They'd better be back by seven, or they'd hear from her when they arrived home!
"What does it say, Okaa?" Bra questioned, eyeing the note curiously. Bulma handed the paper to her daughter, and waited until all four had read it.
"Is this in some sort of code?" Trunks questioned, frowning slightly. Bulma nodded.
"B stands for Bulma. GG stands for Gohan-" At this, Goten and Pan straightened, and Pan clutched the note to her chest. "-Plan SR stands for Plan Save Rayne. K stands for Kare, Marron's husband-"
"We met him," said Goten, and Bulma nodded.
"M stands for Marron. P, G, T, and B, stands for Pan, Goten, Trunks, and Bra," Bulma finished.
"Why was it in code?" Bra asked, cocking her head to the side. Bulma frowned.
"In case it was intercepted," she said, a slight edge in her voice. "Sometimes there are traitors, like Morris, who steal our messages." Bra blinked, slightly alarmed by her mother's tone of voice.
"So Dad, Marron, and Rayne will be back by seven?" Pan questioned, attempting to change the subject. Bulma calmed slightly, and said grimly, "They'd better be."
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"Hey!" Rayne yelled into the darkness. "Can't some dying people get any water around here?" From outside the cell, someone laughed coldly.
"It'd be wasted on you two, Weeper," sneered the by-now familiar voice. Rayne rolled her eyes as Krillin sighed.
"Don't you know when to shut up, Morris?" Rayne called.
"Oh, I do, but it's so much more fun to torture you," Morris replied, still chuckling nastily.
"Lovely," Rayne said sarcastically. "You're an awful poet and you didn't even know it." Through the darkness, Rayne saw Krillin's face brighten.
"That just gave me an idea for a poem!" declared the monk proudly. Clearing his throat he began.
"There once was a girl who was called many names
And waking the Sleepers was her claim to fame
She was captured by Morris the Dumb
And he declared that at dawn she and Krillin the monk would be hung
Oh la de la de, to be hung, to be hung
Such was the order given by Morris the Dumb
La de da do da de, Krillin and Rayne would be hung
If the way was found for Morris the Dumb
Morris the Dumb, Morris the Dumb
The only way to kill his enemies was to have them hung
Morris the Fool, Morris the Fool
He wasn't smart, he never graduated school
Oh la de la de, to be hung, to be hung
Such is the fate that will be given Morris the Dumb-"
A loud yell of insane fury silenced the grinning monk.
"You'll pay for that, monk," Morris swore, glaring into the cell. "You will indeed!" Turning, the traitor stormed off, cursing under his breath. There was a moment of silence, then-
"That poem really sucked," Rayne commented. Krillin grinned.
"So?" he commented. "I bet you couldn't do any better." Rayne mock-frowned at him.
"Is that a challenge?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting the agony her body was in. Krillin simply smirked.
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Gohan watched the prison guards from his hidden spot behind a thick patch of clouds. There were twenty or so guards guarding one part of the prison. Gohan rolled his eyes. How dumb did the androids think he was? The place where the guards were had to be where they were keeping Rayne. He quickly flew back to tell what he had seen to the squadron. Time to put Plan Save Rayne into action.
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"I dare you to make up a poem on the word of my choice," Krillin said, still smirking.
"Go ahead," challenged Rayne, her dark eyes flashing. An evil glint formed in Krillin's obsidian eyes.
"Purple," he said clearly. Rayne stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes in concentration.
"Purple is the color of Trunks's hair
Purple is the color royalty does wear
Purple is the color of the violet flower
Purple is the color...... of many a wildflower-"
Krillin's laughter silenced her, and she gazed questioningly at him as she opened her eyes.
"You can't rhyme flower with flower!" he said. Rayne raised an eyebrow.
"Well you're the one who rhymed dumb with hung about twenty times, Mr. Poet," she said, smiling. Krillin shrugged.
"Oh well," he said, grinning. "We tried."
"Well, I liked the first two lines of my poem," Rayne commented.
"And I liked my entire poem, even if it was dumb," added the monk. Rayne groaned.
"Stop saying dumb!" she ordered. "You've said that word practically ten times!" Krillin looked hurt.
"I've only said dumb seven times," he protested, and Rayne groaned again.
"Eight," added Krillin in an afterthought.
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Bulma drank the last of her coffee and stood up, looking very composed.
"Goten, Pan," she said quietly. Both looked up from their milk and cookies. "Would you like to go see Goku?" Trunks and Bra looked up as the question seemed to echo through the room. Goten stared at Bulma blankly, his eyes as round as saucers.
"He lays nearby?" Pan asked weakly, the cookie she was holding dissolving to crumbs in her clenched fist. Bulma nodded. Goten swallowed hard, looking ashen. A determined look formed on Pan's face. Only Bulma knew just then how much the one-fourth Saiya-jinn looked like her father and grandfather at that moment.
"Let's go," she said quietly. "I want to see my grandfather."
"Y-yes," added Goten, finding his voice. "Let's go see Otou." Bulma nodded and stood, briskly walking from the room without looking back. Bra and Goten followed her, Bra asking Goten worriedly if he was all right. Pan stared blankly into space for a long moment, remembering the last time she had seen her grandfather. They had just learned of the new androids. She remembered the look of noble outrage and determination on his Saiya-jinn face.
"Pan-chan," Trunks said, jerking her from her thoughts. She gazed at him uncomprehendingly until she remembered where she was.
"Yes Trunks?" she said, realizing just as she spoke the words that Trunks hadn't called her Pan-kun as he usually did, but Pan-chan. Did he not consider her a child anymore? The thought made Pan suddenly flush slightly. She stared up into Trunks's face, and saw his concern for her.
"Are you okay, Pan-chan?" he asked in a low voice. Pan managed a smile for him.
"I'll be okay, Trunks," she assured him, briefly wondering why he wasn't more worried about Goten. Goten was his best friend, after all. She was just Goten's kid niece.
"We'd better catch up with the others," Trunks said in the same low voice, his bright blue eyes still filled with empathy. For some unknown reason, the look in his eyes made Pan's heart skip a beat for a brief second.
"Y-yes," she said, realizing he was waiting for her reply. "We should." Trunks nodded and turned, heading out into the hallway. Pan lingered for a moment, watching the lavender-haired young man as he walked away from her.
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Gohan crouched in his hiding place, staring at the prison intently.
"Sir?" a low voice whispered. Gohan turned his head slightly to acknowledge a camaflouged Kare kneeling beside him. "We're ready." Marron's husband quickly saluted the general, trying to hide his nervousness. Gohan nodded.
"In five minutes, tell Willis and his group to begin the plan," the half Saiya-jinn ordered. Kare nodded in acknoledgement and was gone. Gohan returned to his first position, gazing at the prison gates. Let the games begin.
(AN: Okay, I know the poems are dumb (no pun intended) but Krillin and Rayne aren't exactly the poets of the century, are they? Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll have the next one up soon! Ja ne! ~AC)
Chapter Five: While The Dawn Grows Closer Yet
Gohan paced before Kare's squad in the star-lit hideout. The group was made up of some of the best rebels in the world. Raretoma. Willis. Troyon. Behan. Feuchtwanger. Spyri. Trotsky. Feynman. Hinshelwood. Giraud. Indy. Liberace. Capra. They would be the only ones able to save Rayne. Marron stood beside her husband, scowling at the ground.
"We've got a bit of a problem on our hands," he informed the group, still pacing. They all watched him silently. He continued, glaring over their heads. "It seems Rayne has gotten herself captured. We have no idea what's happened to her, but our spies inform us that two people are to be hung today at dawn. I suspect one of those to die will be Rayne. This is why we must move fast." He paused as Spyri raised his hand. "Yes, Spyri?" The blond-haired man cleared his throat and spoke.
"General, do we have any idea where Ms. Sirec is being held?" Gohan nodded grimly.
"She is being held at Jinzohen Prison," he said shortly, and the entire squadron shuddered visibly.
"Damn," Marron swore under her breath. "Any chance of getting to her without being detected?"
"About one to a hundred chance of being caught," Gohan stated flatly. He smiled suddenly. "But that's why I called you all. I have a plan." Everyone in the group leaned forward eagerly. Gohan took a deep breath and prayed to Kami that what he was doing was right.
"Now, here's what we have to do......."
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Bulma carefully sipped her coffee, eyeing the newcomers over the rim of the mug.
"Doctor Bulma, we were sent by General Gohan to give you this message," one of the men said, handing her a small folded piece of paper. Without another word, the man and his companion disappeared back out the door. Aware of Goten, Trunks, Bra, and Pan's eyes on her, she calmly set down her coffee and read the paper.
B-
This is GG. We'll have put Plan SR into action by the time you read this. All of K's squad are joining me, plus M. M refused to leave K, the annoying brat. We'll probably be back by 0500 or so. Give P a kiss for me, and a hug for G. Tell T and P that I'm glad they're back. Well, we're on the move. So long, B. Ja ne.
-GG
Bulma sighed, shaking her head. They'd better be back by seven, or they'd hear from her when they arrived home!
"What does it say, Okaa?" Bra questioned, eyeing the note curiously. Bulma handed the paper to her daughter, and waited until all four had read it.
"Is this in some sort of code?" Trunks questioned, frowning slightly. Bulma nodded.
"B stands for Bulma. GG stands for Gohan-" At this, Goten and Pan straightened, and Pan clutched the note to her chest. "-Plan SR stands for Plan Save Rayne. K stands for Kare, Marron's husband-"
"We met him," said Goten, and Bulma nodded.
"M stands for Marron. P, G, T, and B, stands for Pan, Goten, Trunks, and Bra," Bulma finished.
"Why was it in code?" Bra asked, cocking her head to the side. Bulma frowned.
"In case it was intercepted," she said, a slight edge in her voice. "Sometimes there are traitors, like Morris, who steal our messages." Bra blinked, slightly alarmed by her mother's tone of voice.
"So Dad, Marron, and Rayne will be back by seven?" Pan questioned, attempting to change the subject. Bulma calmed slightly, and said grimly, "They'd better be."
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"Hey!" Rayne yelled into the darkness. "Can't some dying people get any water around here?" From outside the cell, someone laughed coldly.
"It'd be wasted on you two, Weeper," sneered the by-now familiar voice. Rayne rolled her eyes as Krillin sighed.
"Don't you know when to shut up, Morris?" Rayne called.
"Oh, I do, but it's so much more fun to torture you," Morris replied, still chuckling nastily.
"Lovely," Rayne said sarcastically. "You're an awful poet and you didn't even know it." Through the darkness, Rayne saw Krillin's face brighten.
"That just gave me an idea for a poem!" declared the monk proudly. Clearing his throat he began.
"There once was a girl who was called many names
And waking the Sleepers was her claim to fame
She was captured by Morris the Dumb
And he declared that at dawn she and Krillin the monk would be hung
Oh la de la de, to be hung, to be hung
Such was the order given by Morris the Dumb
La de da do da de, Krillin and Rayne would be hung
If the way was found for Morris the Dumb
Morris the Dumb, Morris the Dumb
The only way to kill his enemies was to have them hung
Morris the Fool, Morris the Fool
He wasn't smart, he never graduated school
Oh la de la de, to be hung, to be hung
Such is the fate that will be given Morris the Dumb-"
A loud yell of insane fury silenced the grinning monk.
"You'll pay for that, monk," Morris swore, glaring into the cell. "You will indeed!" Turning, the traitor stormed off, cursing under his breath. There was a moment of silence, then-
"That poem really sucked," Rayne commented. Krillin grinned.
"So?" he commented. "I bet you couldn't do any better." Rayne mock-frowned at him.
"Is that a challenge?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting the agony her body was in. Krillin simply smirked.
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Gohan watched the prison guards from his hidden spot behind a thick patch of clouds. There were twenty or so guards guarding one part of the prison. Gohan rolled his eyes. How dumb did the androids think he was? The place where the guards were had to be where they were keeping Rayne. He quickly flew back to tell what he had seen to the squadron. Time to put Plan Save Rayne into action.
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"I dare you to make up a poem on the word of my choice," Krillin said, still smirking.
"Go ahead," challenged Rayne, her dark eyes flashing. An evil glint formed in Krillin's obsidian eyes.
"Purple," he said clearly. Rayne stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes in concentration.
"Purple is the color of Trunks's hair
Purple is the color royalty does wear
Purple is the color of the violet flower
Purple is the color...... of many a wildflower-"
Krillin's laughter silenced her, and she gazed questioningly at him as she opened her eyes.
"You can't rhyme flower with flower!" he said. Rayne raised an eyebrow.
"Well you're the one who rhymed dumb with hung about twenty times, Mr. Poet," she said, smiling. Krillin shrugged.
"Oh well," he said, grinning. "We tried."
"Well, I liked the first two lines of my poem," Rayne commented.
"And I liked my entire poem, even if it was dumb," added the monk. Rayne groaned.
"Stop saying dumb!" she ordered. "You've said that word practically ten times!" Krillin looked hurt.
"I've only said dumb seven times," he protested, and Rayne groaned again.
"Eight," added Krillin in an afterthought.
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Bulma drank the last of her coffee and stood up, looking very composed.
"Goten, Pan," she said quietly. Both looked up from their milk and cookies. "Would you like to go see Goku?" Trunks and Bra looked up as the question seemed to echo through the room. Goten stared at Bulma blankly, his eyes as round as saucers.
"He lays nearby?" Pan asked weakly, the cookie she was holding dissolving to crumbs in her clenched fist. Bulma nodded. Goten swallowed hard, looking ashen. A determined look formed on Pan's face. Only Bulma knew just then how much the one-fourth Saiya-jinn looked like her father and grandfather at that moment.
"Let's go," she said quietly. "I want to see my grandfather."
"Y-yes," added Goten, finding his voice. "Let's go see Otou." Bulma nodded and stood, briskly walking from the room without looking back. Bra and Goten followed her, Bra asking Goten worriedly if he was all right. Pan stared blankly into space for a long moment, remembering the last time she had seen her grandfather. They had just learned of the new androids. She remembered the look of noble outrage and determination on his Saiya-jinn face.
"Pan-chan," Trunks said, jerking her from her thoughts. She gazed at him uncomprehendingly until she remembered where she was.
"Yes Trunks?" she said, realizing just as she spoke the words that Trunks hadn't called her Pan-kun as he usually did, but Pan-chan. Did he not consider her a child anymore? The thought made Pan suddenly flush slightly. She stared up into Trunks's face, and saw his concern for her.
"Are you okay, Pan-chan?" he asked in a low voice. Pan managed a smile for him.
"I'll be okay, Trunks," she assured him, briefly wondering why he wasn't more worried about Goten. Goten was his best friend, after all. She was just Goten's kid niece.
"We'd better catch up with the others," Trunks said in the same low voice, his bright blue eyes still filled with empathy. For some unknown reason, the look in his eyes made Pan's heart skip a beat for a brief second.
"Y-yes," she said, realizing he was waiting for her reply. "We should." Trunks nodded and turned, heading out into the hallway. Pan lingered for a moment, watching the lavender-haired young man as he walked away from her.
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Gohan crouched in his hiding place, staring at the prison intently.
"Sir?" a low voice whispered. Gohan turned his head slightly to acknowledge a camaflouged Kare kneeling beside him. "We're ready." Marron's husband quickly saluted the general, trying to hide his nervousness. Gohan nodded.
"In five minutes, tell Willis and his group to begin the plan," the half Saiya-jinn ordered. Kare nodded in acknoledgement and was gone. Gohan returned to his first position, gazing at the prison gates. Let the games begin.
(AN: Okay, I know the poems are dumb (no pun intended) but Krillin and Rayne aren't exactly the poets of the century, are they? Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll have the next one up soon! Ja ne! ~AC)