Hate and Hope
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, otherwise I wouldn't rely on my parents to buy me stuff.
Hate, as I had never experienced before, spread like fire through my body. Hate for those I was with, for them taking away the only life I'd ever know, and for taking away my family, my dad.
The only thing that kept myself from blasting a hole right through my heart, was my sister. We were the sole survivors of the worst day of our lives. And then we were dragged here.
I stood before a male, of what species I didn't know, but you learn to get used to that. His job was to look us all over, and get our backgrounds, as in our species, ages, and status. He was overqualified for his job; he looked us over way too well.
"Age?" he barked after he'd looked as long as he dared.
"17" I repeated. I'd gone through about four of these guys already.
"Species?"
"One-quarter human."
"Three-quarters?"
"I have no clue." I knew perfectly well what the other three-quarters came from. It's about the only thing I'm proud of, and how could I not be a Sayin with this much strength? But you've got to be kidding me if you think I'd tell him that. He looked at me like I was the most vile thing in the world. Ironically just a second ago he was checking me out.
"Status?"
"Warrior." He looked at me as if I was nuts. I'd show him.
I was pointed to his left, a door my sister had just gone through. As soon as I walked through the door, I was given a number. That was to be my new name, 2042.
"Pan! We have to fight. They pair us up in a while." So much for my new name. Fighting is what I do best, but that was the problem. My emotions always got the better of me.
"Pan, don't do it. Whatever you do you can't go Super Sayin. Promise me!" Pott, my best friend and twin sister always knew what I was feeling. Either it's a freaky twin thing, or because she's a Sayin like me, she has a heightened sense of ki. Mine of which was skyrocketing. They drag us here and expect us to willingly fight each other to the death?
"I promise I'll try." She looked at me like it wasn't good enough. But she knew me! She knew that once someone started insulting me, I responded instantly. Not only did I get beat up for what I said, but my anger just grew and grew as they cussed me out and then boom. I'm a Super Sayin.
"No, promise me." Her green eyes locked mine. Even though she was older than me, I was stronger, braver. In that moment though, her look killed me. They were full of tears, as if saying if I couldn't do this, our life would fail, again. It was my fault we were here, the least I could do was say yes. But it wasn't possible; sooner or later I'd break it.
Pott seemed to hear my thoughts, even though I tried to block them from her. Usually we could talk to each other telepathically, if we weren't too far away. She was the brain; I was the brawn that's how dad explained us. And just like her nickname, she thought the answer up already.
"Just don't talk, Pan. When they start insulting, zip it ok? Can you do that, for me?" Those last two words did it. I was all ready to give this speech about how I couldn't keep the promise if I made it, but then, I ruined our life. It was my job to make the rest at least bearable.
"I promise. I really will try, for you." Of course this would be the sentimental moment where we hug each other and promise it'll be fine, but lucky for us, the head honcho called our attention.
"Alright," he began, looking as they all had looked. Eyeing some of us with interest, or disgust, "you weaklings are all going to be put on trial. Behind me is the arena, where you are to fight against you're partner for as long, and as hard as you possibly can. Once you or your partner has been knocked out, or by chance you make it long enough for us to break you up, you are to come straight back here. Understand?" Of course we understood, what was plainer than that? But did he know that we could think for ourselves? Obviously not.
We didn't have to wait long, because it wasn't prearranged. Just whoever you were standing next to was your partner. So we were safe, Pott and I. It would be just like old times, fighting as we used to, for fun. When we stepped into the arena, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. All at once I felt awe, embarrassment, disgust, and hate. The arena was huge, I mean e-nor-mous. But that was understandable, but what wasn't, were the men. Men lined the walls, and it was packed. They were all cheering as we came out, or at least some of them were. The others looked just as the slave drivers did, like we were bugs that needed to be squashed.
Pott and I were lucky. Our "stage" was in the middle, with other fighters on all sides of us. I could sense she was nervous. She visibly trembled, and started twirling her hair like she did when she was nervous. For me, this was just another fight.
"Pott, think of this like home. Dad's on one side so when it gets too intense, he can break us up before we kill ourselves." Pott looked at me and actually smiled. Getting into our fighting stances, we waited for them to sound the alarm, meanwhile blocking out the noise around us. This was our fight. It might be our last, so we had to make like old times.
The announcer belted out to begin startling everyone into silence. Taking one last look at each other, we began. Hurtling herself at me, she began to fight. The Sayin in us took over and we could neither hear nor see anything but ourselves. We dodged, feinted, punched and blasted the heck out of each other. Just like we used to. We both had no sympathy, we compete to win. I had the upper hand from the beginning, like always. Usually I kept it through the whole fight, like I was now. But this time it was harder. My sister was putting everything she had into this fight without going Super Sayin.
After half an hour, we were both beginning to tire, and get smart. We had both been fighting with our emotions, taking it all out on each other. But it made our fighting sloppy. It was at this time we had both fired and hit each other with energy blasts, and hit the ground. I was up in a flash, for I had landed on my feet, like always. Pott rose painfully up, but we both glanced away, towards the edges of the arena. Everyone was deathly silent. Then we glanced around us and the words hit us both at the same time. We were the last ones standing. Looking at one another, we knew it was never going to be finished, but we decided to go out with a bang. Gathering up our last strength, we both fired the same attack. The Kamehameha Wave.
They collided in midair. Our energy was being sapped from us, and the stronger one would push the others back. Mine, of course was stronger. I had loved fighting, and started training when I was little. Pott on the other hand thought fighting was pointless, until mom was killed when we were seven. She was weakening with every second spent, and just as my beam was about to hit her, I let go. She hit the floor, alive and intact, but it was clear I had won. Pulling her to her feet, we stood side by side, watching the reactions of everyone. It was then, we realized we were alone.
Author's Note: I couldn't really find a stopping point when I was writing this, and I haven't written anything for a while, so this will probably be a very long chapter. I'm pretty sure the others won't be this long, but hey, I'm a sap for reviews. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, otherwise I wouldn't rely on my parents to buy me stuff.
Hate, as I had never experienced before, spread like fire through my body. Hate for those I was with, for them taking away the only life I'd ever know, and for taking away my family, my dad.
The only thing that kept myself from blasting a hole right through my heart, was my sister. We were the sole survivors of the worst day of our lives. And then we were dragged here.
I stood before a male, of what species I didn't know, but you learn to get used to that. His job was to look us all over, and get our backgrounds, as in our species, ages, and status. He was overqualified for his job; he looked us over way too well.
"Age?" he barked after he'd looked as long as he dared.
"17" I repeated. I'd gone through about four of these guys already.
"Species?"
"One-quarter human."
"Three-quarters?"
"I have no clue." I knew perfectly well what the other three-quarters came from. It's about the only thing I'm proud of, and how could I not be a Sayin with this much strength? But you've got to be kidding me if you think I'd tell him that. He looked at me like I was the most vile thing in the world. Ironically just a second ago he was checking me out.
"Status?"
"Warrior." He looked at me as if I was nuts. I'd show him.
I was pointed to his left, a door my sister had just gone through. As soon as I walked through the door, I was given a number. That was to be my new name, 2042.
"Pan! We have to fight. They pair us up in a while." So much for my new name. Fighting is what I do best, but that was the problem. My emotions always got the better of me.
"Pan, don't do it. Whatever you do you can't go Super Sayin. Promise me!" Pott, my best friend and twin sister always knew what I was feeling. Either it's a freaky twin thing, or because she's a Sayin like me, she has a heightened sense of ki. Mine of which was skyrocketing. They drag us here and expect us to willingly fight each other to the death?
"I promise I'll try." She looked at me like it wasn't good enough. But she knew me! She knew that once someone started insulting me, I responded instantly. Not only did I get beat up for what I said, but my anger just grew and grew as they cussed me out and then boom. I'm a Super Sayin.
"No, promise me." Her green eyes locked mine. Even though she was older than me, I was stronger, braver. In that moment though, her look killed me. They were full of tears, as if saying if I couldn't do this, our life would fail, again. It was my fault we were here, the least I could do was say yes. But it wasn't possible; sooner or later I'd break it.
Pott seemed to hear my thoughts, even though I tried to block them from her. Usually we could talk to each other telepathically, if we weren't too far away. She was the brain; I was the brawn that's how dad explained us. And just like her nickname, she thought the answer up already.
"Just don't talk, Pan. When they start insulting, zip it ok? Can you do that, for me?" Those last two words did it. I was all ready to give this speech about how I couldn't keep the promise if I made it, but then, I ruined our life. It was my job to make the rest at least bearable.
"I promise. I really will try, for you." Of course this would be the sentimental moment where we hug each other and promise it'll be fine, but lucky for us, the head honcho called our attention.
"Alright," he began, looking as they all had looked. Eyeing some of us with interest, or disgust, "you weaklings are all going to be put on trial. Behind me is the arena, where you are to fight against you're partner for as long, and as hard as you possibly can. Once you or your partner has been knocked out, or by chance you make it long enough for us to break you up, you are to come straight back here. Understand?" Of course we understood, what was plainer than that? But did he know that we could think for ourselves? Obviously not.
We didn't have to wait long, because it wasn't prearranged. Just whoever you were standing next to was your partner. So we were safe, Pott and I. It would be just like old times, fighting as we used to, for fun. When we stepped into the arena, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. All at once I felt awe, embarrassment, disgust, and hate. The arena was huge, I mean e-nor-mous. But that was understandable, but what wasn't, were the men. Men lined the walls, and it was packed. They were all cheering as we came out, or at least some of them were. The others looked just as the slave drivers did, like we were bugs that needed to be squashed.
Pott and I were lucky. Our "stage" was in the middle, with other fighters on all sides of us. I could sense she was nervous. She visibly trembled, and started twirling her hair like she did when she was nervous. For me, this was just another fight.
"Pott, think of this like home. Dad's on one side so when it gets too intense, he can break us up before we kill ourselves." Pott looked at me and actually smiled. Getting into our fighting stances, we waited for them to sound the alarm, meanwhile blocking out the noise around us. This was our fight. It might be our last, so we had to make like old times.
The announcer belted out to begin startling everyone into silence. Taking one last look at each other, we began. Hurtling herself at me, she began to fight. The Sayin in us took over and we could neither hear nor see anything but ourselves. We dodged, feinted, punched and blasted the heck out of each other. Just like we used to. We both had no sympathy, we compete to win. I had the upper hand from the beginning, like always. Usually I kept it through the whole fight, like I was now. But this time it was harder. My sister was putting everything she had into this fight without going Super Sayin.
After half an hour, we were both beginning to tire, and get smart. We had both been fighting with our emotions, taking it all out on each other. But it made our fighting sloppy. It was at this time we had both fired and hit each other with energy blasts, and hit the ground. I was up in a flash, for I had landed on my feet, like always. Pott rose painfully up, but we both glanced away, towards the edges of the arena. Everyone was deathly silent. Then we glanced around us and the words hit us both at the same time. We were the last ones standing. Looking at one another, we knew it was never going to be finished, but we decided to go out with a bang. Gathering up our last strength, we both fired the same attack. The Kamehameha Wave.
They collided in midair. Our energy was being sapped from us, and the stronger one would push the others back. Mine, of course was stronger. I had loved fighting, and started training when I was little. Pott on the other hand thought fighting was pointless, until mom was killed when we were seven. She was weakening with every second spent, and just as my beam was about to hit her, I let go. She hit the floor, alive and intact, but it was clear I had won. Pulling her to her feet, we stood side by side, watching the reactions of everyone. It was then, we realized we were alone.
Author's Note: I couldn't really find a stopping point when I was writing this, and I haven't written anything for a while, so this will probably be a very long chapter. I'm pretty sure the others won't be this long, but hey, I'm a sap for reviews. Hope you like it!