(AN: Um......... Question? Are my chapters too short? Cause if they are, I have another question. Do I stop people from being annoyed by the shortness by the quickness as which I put the chapters out? Thanks! ~AC)
Chapter Nine: Wounds Are Healing Slowly, Yet Wounds Are Being Formed
Gohan carried Rayne's limp body to where the others were waiting. All eleven looked up as he
approached, even Trotsky, who lay stretched out on the ground.
"Well, General, may I say that Miss Rayne looks like hell?" Spyri commented. Gohan
smiled grimly.
"Yes you may, and once I'm through talking to her, she'll wish she WAS in hell, mark my
words," he said, ignoring the startled glances from the group. Marron smirked, but held her
tongue.
"At least let Marron tend to her wounds, General," Kare said, casting a stern glance in his
wife's direction. "And that other fellow O'Dell brought." Gohan and Marron both frowned.
"Other fellow?" Gohan repeated blankly, and turned to find himself face to face with a
person he had never expected to see again. The general's jaw dropped.
"Krillin?" he said incredulously, echoed by Marron's faint, "Otou?" before she fainted dead
away into her husband's arms.
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Krillin smiled.
"Not exactly the welcome back I was hoping for, but I guess it'll have to do," he
commented, staring down at his unconscious daughter. He looked up to meet the holder of his
daughter's hazel brown eyes. He raised an eyebrow.
"You must be the one Rayne told me about. But she didn't mention your name, I'm afraid,"
he said, smiling at the man. The man smiled back, and shifted Marron to one arm, the other
extending towards the monk.
"My name, sir, is Kare Raretoma. I have the honor of being married to your daughter
Marron, and being the father of your grandchildren, Ikara and Krill," the man said, smiling. Krillin
smiled back, and shook the man's hand eagerly.
"It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Kare," he said with sincerety. "A true pleasure." Their
eyes locked, and Krillin knew he was going to like being friends with this man.
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Bra raised an eyebrow at the blushing duo, but didn't comment.
"I think Okaa wants to talk to you," she said. Still red, the two nodded and hurried past her
into the room. Still smirking, Bra shook her head and followed them. This was indeed an
interesting occurrence.
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Krillin turned to Gohan, releasing Kare's hand.
"Well, old friend, long time no see," the monk said. Then, to the shock of everyone there,
Gohan began to cry. His face twisted, and salty tears began to run down his cheeks.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I was the only one left." Krillin smiled
gently, remembering the fist time he had ever seen Gohan cry. That had been over five decades
ago at least.
"Not anymore," he said, and Gohan grinned weakly as his tears subsided.
"Now," Krillin said, smiling, "what do you say we go home and visit your daughter and
brother? I'm sure they're anxious to see you."
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Rayne opened her eyes, and realized she was being carried. For a moment she was confused,
and flailed out at the person, ignoring the agony in her arm.
"Quit it, Rayne," a familiar voice muttered into her ear, and she relaxed.
"Sorry, Gohan," she mumbled through swollen lips. Why was she experiencing deja vu?
Then she remembered. Gohan had carried her like this on the day of the Sirec Massacre, and she
had awoken in his arms, face battered in and in utter agony. She rested her head against his arm,
and closed her eyes once more, willing the pain to subside. Once the pain had faded slightly, she
opened her eyes to find Kare's squad all around her. Rayne searched for her one friend in the
group. Willis. She didn't spot him.
"Gohan," she whispered weakly. "Where's Willis?" Gohan didn't answer, but before she
could ask again, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her and fell back into dreamland.
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Krillin limped alongside Gohan, and studied his best friend's son carefully. In the twelve years
Krillin had been captured, Gohan had changed. His face had many more worry lines in them, and
he even thought he saw a strand of white in his glossy black hair. But now there was a bright light
in his eyes once more, which had been gone when Gohan had first laid his eyes upon the monk.
Then recognition had struck the general, the light had flared in his dark eyes. Krillin smiled.
"I can't wait to see Bulma, Trunks, Bra, Goten, and Pan," he informed his friend. Gohan
smiled too.
"Neither can I," he said softly, but now his eyes were far away and distant, reliving some
on memory. Krillin let silence fill the space between them, seeing the small smile on Gohan's face.
Let him relive happy memories. Everyone needed to once and awhile, and the monk had a feeling
that Gohan hadn't recall good memories in a very long time.
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"If you like, I can get some friends to make bedrooms out of the nearby rooms for you four
to sleep in," Bulma said, smiling. Pan and Goten's eyes lit up.
"Hai, please," said Goten, leaning in his eagerness.
"That would be wonderful, thank you," Pan added. Bulma smiled, and rose from her seat.
"Stay here, and I'll make the arrangements." Without any further words, the blue-haired
doctor walked from the room, closing the door softly behind her.
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Bulma smiled at the friends who had offered to help her.
"Pan's bedroom will be here," she informed them, pointing to the room on the right of
Goku's hospital room.
"And Trunks's bedroom will be right here," she said, pointing to the door directly across
from Pan's, smirking slightly. Let them greet each other every morning.
"Then Goten's bedroom will be right there," directed Bulma, pointing to the room on the
left of Goku's hospital room. "And Bra's will be directly across from Goten's." The friends nodded,
and set to work as Bulma turned and reentered the room where her son and daughter were.
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O'Dell watched the short monk and the tall general as they walked side by side. Squadron Leader
Raretoma was still carrying his unconscious wife, while the general carried the girl's unconscious
body. O'Dell raised an eyebrow. So the monk was Krillin, Marron's father. He had been thought to
have been killed twelve years ago. O'Dell smiled. Too bad for the androids that they hadn't. Now
one of the Earth's Special Forces was back. Things were definitely beginning to tip in their favor.
Soon the androids would be gone, and everything would be peaceful once more. He allowed
himself a cheerful smile. He really hoped he lived long enough to see that day.
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"Doctor?" a voice questioned from outside the door, knocking quietly. Bulma rose and
opened it a crack, poking her head out to speak softly with the knocker. Then she quietly shut the
door, and turned back to the four who sat watching her. Pan noticed with concern that Bulma
looked slightly pale.
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Bulma looked gravely at the four who sat around Goku's bed.
"I have news," she said grimly. "Gohan has Rayne, safe and sound." Everyone's faces lit
up, then Pan asked cautiously, "That good news. Why are you so upset?" Bulma sighed.
"There were a few casualties."
"Not Kare or Marron!" Bra asked, horror creeping into her voice. Bulma shook her head.
"No. Three men that you've never met and never will," she said, her voice suddenly very
husky. "Claude Indy. Vincent Capra. And Terrence Willis." Everyone jerked at the familiar name.
"Willis?" Pan repeated. "Does he have dark green eyes and aburn hair, and is very quiet?"
Bulma looked startled.
"You've met him?" she said, and everyone went white.
"Y-yes," Trunks said hoarsely. "He was with Kare and Marron when we met them. He was
very nice and polite to us." Bulma pressed both hands to her face for a moment, then looked up at
them. She wore a look of deep regret.
"Willis was Rayne's best friend," she informed them quietly.
(AN: Well, now that I've left you with that startling revalation, I must go work on the story some
more. Sorry about this chapter being short! Any suggestions for the story too would be greatly appreciated! ~AC)
Chapter Nine: Wounds Are Healing Slowly, Yet Wounds Are Being Formed
Gohan carried Rayne's limp body to where the others were waiting. All eleven looked up as he
approached, even Trotsky, who lay stretched out on the ground.
"Well, General, may I say that Miss Rayne looks like hell?" Spyri commented. Gohan
smiled grimly.
"Yes you may, and once I'm through talking to her, she'll wish she WAS in hell, mark my
words," he said, ignoring the startled glances from the group. Marron smirked, but held her
tongue.
"At least let Marron tend to her wounds, General," Kare said, casting a stern glance in his
wife's direction. "And that other fellow O'Dell brought." Gohan and Marron both frowned.
"Other fellow?" Gohan repeated blankly, and turned to find himself face to face with a
person he had never expected to see again. The general's jaw dropped.
"Krillin?" he said incredulously, echoed by Marron's faint, "Otou?" before she fainted dead
away into her husband's arms.
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Krillin smiled.
"Not exactly the welcome back I was hoping for, but I guess it'll have to do," he
commented, staring down at his unconscious daughter. He looked up to meet the holder of his
daughter's hazel brown eyes. He raised an eyebrow.
"You must be the one Rayne told me about. But she didn't mention your name, I'm afraid,"
he said, smiling at the man. The man smiled back, and shifted Marron to one arm, the other
extending towards the monk.
"My name, sir, is Kare Raretoma. I have the honor of being married to your daughter
Marron, and being the father of your grandchildren, Ikara and Krill," the man said, smiling. Krillin
smiled back, and shook the man's hand eagerly.
"It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Kare," he said with sincerety. "A true pleasure." Their
eyes locked, and Krillin knew he was going to like being friends with this man.
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Bra raised an eyebrow at the blushing duo, but didn't comment.
"I think Okaa wants to talk to you," she said. Still red, the two nodded and hurried past her
into the room. Still smirking, Bra shook her head and followed them. This was indeed an
interesting occurrence.
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Krillin turned to Gohan, releasing Kare's hand.
"Well, old friend, long time no see," the monk said. Then, to the shock of everyone there,
Gohan began to cry. His face twisted, and salty tears began to run down his cheeks.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered. "I thought I was the only one left." Krillin smiled
gently, remembering the fist time he had ever seen Gohan cry. That had been over five decades
ago at least.
"Not anymore," he said, and Gohan grinned weakly as his tears subsided.
"Now," Krillin said, smiling, "what do you say we go home and visit your daughter and
brother? I'm sure they're anxious to see you."
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Rayne opened her eyes, and realized she was being carried. For a moment she was confused,
and flailed out at the person, ignoring the agony in her arm.
"Quit it, Rayne," a familiar voice muttered into her ear, and she relaxed.
"Sorry, Gohan," she mumbled through swollen lips. Why was she experiencing deja vu?
Then she remembered. Gohan had carried her like this on the day of the Sirec Massacre, and she
had awoken in his arms, face battered in and in utter agony. She rested her head against his arm,
and closed her eyes once more, willing the pain to subside. Once the pain had faded slightly, she
opened her eyes to find Kare's squad all around her. Rayne searched for her one friend in the
group. Willis. She didn't spot him.
"Gohan," she whispered weakly. "Where's Willis?" Gohan didn't answer, but before she
could ask again, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her and fell back into dreamland.
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Krillin limped alongside Gohan, and studied his best friend's son carefully. In the twelve years
Krillin had been captured, Gohan had changed. His face had many more worry lines in them, and
he even thought he saw a strand of white in his glossy black hair. But now there was a bright light
in his eyes once more, which had been gone when Gohan had first laid his eyes upon the monk.
Then recognition had struck the general, the light had flared in his dark eyes. Krillin smiled.
"I can't wait to see Bulma, Trunks, Bra, Goten, and Pan," he informed his friend. Gohan
smiled too.
"Neither can I," he said softly, but now his eyes were far away and distant, reliving some
on memory. Krillin let silence fill the space between them, seeing the small smile on Gohan's face.
Let him relive happy memories. Everyone needed to once and awhile, and the monk had a feeling
that Gohan hadn't recall good memories in a very long time.
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"If you like, I can get some friends to make bedrooms out of the nearby rooms for you four
to sleep in," Bulma said, smiling. Pan and Goten's eyes lit up.
"Hai, please," said Goten, leaning in his eagerness.
"That would be wonderful, thank you," Pan added. Bulma smiled, and rose from her seat.
"Stay here, and I'll make the arrangements." Without any further words, the blue-haired
doctor walked from the room, closing the door softly behind her.
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Bulma smiled at the friends who had offered to help her.
"Pan's bedroom will be here," she informed them, pointing to the room on the right of
Goku's hospital room.
"And Trunks's bedroom will be right here," she said, pointing to the door directly across
from Pan's, smirking slightly. Let them greet each other every morning.
"Then Goten's bedroom will be right there," directed Bulma, pointing to the room on the
left of Goku's hospital room. "And Bra's will be directly across from Goten's." The friends nodded,
and set to work as Bulma turned and reentered the room where her son and daughter were.
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O'Dell watched the short monk and the tall general as they walked side by side. Squadron Leader
Raretoma was still carrying his unconscious wife, while the general carried the girl's unconscious
body. O'Dell raised an eyebrow. So the monk was Krillin, Marron's father. He had been thought to
have been killed twelve years ago. O'Dell smiled. Too bad for the androids that they hadn't. Now
one of the Earth's Special Forces was back. Things were definitely beginning to tip in their favor.
Soon the androids would be gone, and everything would be peaceful once more. He allowed
himself a cheerful smile. He really hoped he lived long enough to see that day.
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"Doctor?" a voice questioned from outside the door, knocking quietly. Bulma rose and
opened it a crack, poking her head out to speak softly with the knocker. Then she quietly shut the
door, and turned back to the four who sat watching her. Pan noticed with concern that Bulma
looked slightly pale.
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Bulma looked gravely at the four who sat around Goku's bed.
"I have news," she said grimly. "Gohan has Rayne, safe and sound." Everyone's faces lit
up, then Pan asked cautiously, "That good news. Why are you so upset?" Bulma sighed.
"There were a few casualties."
"Not Kare or Marron!" Bra asked, horror creeping into her voice. Bulma shook her head.
"No. Three men that you've never met and never will," she said, her voice suddenly very
husky. "Claude Indy. Vincent Capra. And Terrence Willis." Everyone jerked at the familiar name.
"Willis?" Pan repeated. "Does he have dark green eyes and aburn hair, and is very quiet?"
Bulma looked startled.
"You've met him?" she said, and everyone went white.
"Y-yes," Trunks said hoarsely. "He was with Kare and Marron when we met them. He was
very nice and polite to us." Bulma pressed both hands to her face for a moment, then looked up at
them. She wore a look of deep regret.
"Willis was Rayne's best friend," she informed them quietly.
(AN: Well, now that I've left you with that startling revalation, I must go work on the story some
more. Sorry about this chapter being short! Any suggestions for the story too would be greatly appreciated! ~AC)