Alright, quite a few times I've been asked to write longer chapters which I
am going to attempt to do with this one and maybe the next, depends on how
I'm feeling. ^_^
Anyway I'm a bit confused how this story is turning out, don't look at me like that, I know I'm the one writing it, but it's taken a few unexpected turns. Which I've picked up from reviews and stuff like that.
So yeah don't rush me cos I've had to replot this, I know it's a pain that I update like once every 2 weeks, and when I do the chapters are only like 3 pages long. But I'm trying; my life's just a bit hectic at the moment, oh for the days of piece and quiet.
Last chapter I promised I would post the link for my friend Melanie's story. It's called Sympathy for the Devil, it's really cool. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1030250
And here's the link to my friend Jane's story. It's called Broken World, it's a T/P. Really sweet. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=865734
Thanx again for the reviews, and keep 'em coming.
Anyway with that out of the way, I will start with this chapter.
Chapter 27 Inner conflict.
Trunks stared wordlessly at the exterior of his house.
He felt proud of what he's done in a twisted kind of way.
He'd always been known for his pranks and his sense of humour.
The house was coated in all different flavours of ice cream, which was slowly melting and curdling.
The interior wasn't much better.
Every room had it's own layer of Ice cream, every drawer was full of it.
All boots, shoes, pants and undergarments had been filled with the freezing dessert.
The gravity room was packed full of it, when the airlock was opened, ice cream would flood everywhere, on the most likely individual, his father.
Eventually the dessert would curdle, and it would pong like off milk, but that was all part of the plan.
It was an extremely hot day, so he presumed that the curdling and melting would happen faster, he also counted on the fact that his mother and grandfather would be too tied up with what they were doing to emerge from their laboratory. His grandmother was also on holiday, which was a bonus.
Trunks was sure that this would teach those backstabbers not to take him out for ice cream.
He couldn't wait to see the expression on their faces when they returned.
Trunks could be so evil sometimes.
Goten shivered as a pair of extremely grotesque feet made their way towards him.
Of course the feet were attached to a being, but Goten was sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped round his knees, rocking back and forth, and the feet were all he could see.
And the feet alone was enough to scare him.
They were a hideous black, the toenails an unhealthy snot green.
At uneven intervals, pieces of flesh would break away from the foot, and fall to the ground.
The smell was unbearable, it was like something had died, rolled in waste, then decided to go for a swim in some fish guts to the power of about one million.
It was seemingly impossible for a single entity to smell that bad, yet here it was reeking away like there was no tomorrow.
Goten gagged, he wanted to throw up.
Then the hand reached for him.
The hand was just as bad as the foot, if not worse, and it was so sooo close that Goten had wanted to.
But who would want to touch something as repulsive as that.
The skin was also black, and seemed to have an oily burnt fish kind of look to it.
It was flaking in places, just like the foot.
But it seemed this.thing, had needed stitches recently for there was quite large pieces of wire threaded through the skin in parts.
The wounds didn't look to healthy either, some were oozing pus, others just looked an angry red, all had a awful almond smell about them, like gangrene.
It lifted Goten into the air by the back of his orange and blue uniform, just like Dad used to wear Gohan used to say.
And imagine how Goten felt when this horribly repulsive, grotesque being wrinkled his nose in disgust at the site of half-saiyan boy.
Goten didn't appreciate that very much.
He opened his mouth to protest and say how much cuter he was then this hideous thing, when he got a good look at the creatures face, and it's bad breath zoomed down his windpipe.
Its face was puckered in places, like it had multiple mouths that were sucking on lemons.
It had large goggle eyes, which seemed to stick out from its head.
The skin on its face was black to, peeling and oily.
No hair graced the top of its head.
Goten strongly suspected that no hair could grow in those bad conditions.
Goten's last thought before he blacked out was.
'He could do with a bath and a good moisturise.' Goten had obviously been hanging around Bulma a bit too much.
'STUPID WALL,' Goku cursed mentally, there had to be a hidden entrance around here somewhere.
Goku ran his callused hands over the surface of the brick wall, hoping to find something.
He must have brushed it accidentally, 'cos all of a sudden a bright swirling light appeared where his hands were roaming, and he was sucked into the unknown.
If anyone said the Prince of all Saiyans did not scare easy, then you were probably right, but the being in front of him was making quake ever so slightly in his Saiyan armour boots.
Here he was in front of the dreaded Lord Shoytrig, about to sell his soul.
The plan wasn't supposed to go that far, but that baka Kakarot hadn't showed up yet.
The best course of action was to maintain their roles, until everyone was in position.
Lord Shoytrig stared down at the prince he could smell fear.
After having this choice of occupation for so long, it was hard not to notice the subtle changes in a person's mood
He could sense the hidden energy flowing off of Vegeta,
He smiled to himself; 'indeed this one was powerful.'
The smile made Vegeta more edgy.
But there was one fact that was bothering him, Gohan had come back alone from that other dimension and had made no reference to anyone wanting to assist or join him.
Then he'd left in an awful hurry insisting that someone was going to die, and came back with this being.
He cleared his voice and Vegeta stiffened, not much, but it was there.
"Vegeta," Lord Shoytrig said with a peculiar accent, which made his name sound like Fej-ee-te. "You have obviously heard of me before, for you are scared, I can see it in your posture, your eyes, on your skin, I can smell it."
Vegeta remained silent.
"Vegeta, where have you heard of me before?"
Vegeta knew he'd half to answer a direct question, and opened his mouth to do so, hoping his voice wouldn't crack with fear.
"In the dimension that I come from, you are the most feared nightmare among children.
Those tales are fed to children to keep them from doing stupid things.
You are like a bad tale.
And I would have just left it at that, a tale, if I had not seen the origins of that tale.
Your army does not do a very tidy job, they leave survivors, and lucky for you, the survivors are often considered insane. But there are drawings of your armies, hoards of demons that wipe life from planets that have gateways. Your troops speak of the ultimate evil that leads them. You. And then these rumours get turned into tales."
Lord Shoytrig nodded. It made sense.
"Well then someone will have to change that then, but I suppose it has its uses, people being afraid of me of course."
Vegeta remained quiet.
"Now Vegeta, answer me this, When did my heir put the question to you about joining me?"
"When he first led the armies on earth."
"And what took you so long to make up your mind?"
"When I realised that his power was greater than mine, and that I and the forces of good could not win. Then I went and reconsidered where I stood in the world, what I had, what I didn't. And I realised that I have power, but no ambition, no path to follow. My talents were wasted."
"Ah, and what do feel you can offer me?"
"Power."
"I have all the power I need."
"But not the brains, not saying that you aren't intelligent, I don't doubt that, just that one ruler over millions and billions of half-wits is greatly outnumbered."
"So you are saying what? That you could be beneficial?"
Vegeta remained quiet; he had used this ploy a few times in his life. Give a question to someone common, and hear their opinion.
Unfortunately they couldn't win either way, if they said yes, they would be killed for thinking too highly of themselves.
If they said no, then they would be killed for they were worth nothing.
Lord Shoytrig smiled.
"Indeed you are smart, and would make a worthy leader for my armies, kind of like those human Colonels."
Vegeta blanched, he was digging himself a deep hole indeed.
Goku stood stationary against a wall his head peering down a corridor that branched off from where he was. He had been forced to dispose of several guards already.
They security here was tight.
But this corridor was clear.
Goku darted quickly into another hollow, to wait.
Gohan had been racing as fast as he could towards the sound of the crying.
He needed to make sure it wasn't Goten.
But what scared him more, was when he stopped crying.
It wasn't gradually snuffling to a halt.
It was bawling, then it said something, and then it was quiet.
Gohan couldn't live with himself if it was Goten, and if he had been killed.
He tore down a corridor, one after the other.
Goku raised one eyebrow, a trait more known to Vegeta.
He had just seen Gohan.
Chichi was causing havoc in heaven.
"WHERE'S MY HUSBAND!?" Was heard continuously throughout the next dimension.
She had let him out of her sight for one minute, to check on their children, and he had disappeared, TYPICAL!
It was just like Goku.
Now she out of her mind with worry, she had died to be with her husband. It had been a hard choice, her husband, or sons?
Her love for her childhood sweet heart had won over, and now she didn't know where he was.
It hurt so much.
Gohan rounded the final corner, and the sight he had been dreading met him.
Some hideous creature, presumably one that was in his father's armies, held a pale Goten by the back of his gi.
Gohan, who had seen some pretty gruesome things in his life, thought this creature was too ugly to live.
And adding to the fact, his brother looked dead.
And the thought that came into Gohan's head, was that this.. This THING had killed him.
His blood boiled.
He lunged forward, actually dreading making contact with it, but savouring the fact that he would end its hideous life, and avenge his brother.
Gohan's hand was stretched out flat, much like how Piccolo had been going to kill him when he, Piccolo, had been pretending to serve Garlic Jr.
The fingertips of Gohan's hand plunged through its neck, and out the other side.
Dark blood squirted from around Gohan's arm, which was half buried in the creature.
The creature's large bug-like eyes rolled back in its head, and Gohan withdrew his arm.
It slumped to the floor with a sickening thud, and Gohan disintegrated it with a simple energy ball.
When the thing had fallen, it had dropped Goten.
Goten was lying on the ground, his arms and legs sprawled in all directions.
He was too pale to be alive.
Gohan reached out the opposite hand; the one that wasn't all bloodied up by his attack, and touched his brother's face.
It was ice cold.
Gohan knelt, and pulled his brother's body towards him.
He placed Goten's head on his lap, and stroked his black hair.
Goku stood round the corner watching his two sons, Gohan looked so sad.
Goten looked so pale.
Then Gohan pulled Goten on his lap.
And Goku smiled in spite of the apparent tragedy, Gohan still cared.
Gohan stared at Goten.
He had been too late.
Too late to save his brother.
Too late to keep him alive.
Goten had never done anything wrong, he didn't deserve this.
Gohan had a sneaking suspicion that Goten had followed him and Vegeta.
Although how, he had no idea.
He would have come to help his brother.
It was Gohan's fault.
It was always his fault.
He didn't try hard enough.
A single tear slipped down Gohan's dirty cheek, which was partially covered in the creature's blood from when it had spluttered.
It made a wet track down his face and dripped on Goten's upturned face, on one of his closed eyelids.
This broke the dam, and suddenly Gohan started bawling.
Hundreds of tears wet his face, and sprinkled his brother's.
Gohan moved a lock of hair from on Goten's face.
He leaned over, "I'm so sorry kid," and kissed his brother on the forehead.
An apology goodbye.
Sniffle. That was sad. And it was only a bit longer, 7 pages I think. But thank you for reading, now you can review if you see fit. And I'll keep writing.
Anyway I'm a bit confused how this story is turning out, don't look at me like that, I know I'm the one writing it, but it's taken a few unexpected turns. Which I've picked up from reviews and stuff like that.
So yeah don't rush me cos I've had to replot this, I know it's a pain that I update like once every 2 weeks, and when I do the chapters are only like 3 pages long. But I'm trying; my life's just a bit hectic at the moment, oh for the days of piece and quiet.
Last chapter I promised I would post the link for my friend Melanie's story. It's called Sympathy for the Devil, it's really cool. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1030250
And here's the link to my friend Jane's story. It's called Broken World, it's a T/P. Really sweet. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=865734
Thanx again for the reviews, and keep 'em coming.
Anyway with that out of the way, I will start with this chapter.
Chapter 27 Inner conflict.
Trunks stared wordlessly at the exterior of his house.
He felt proud of what he's done in a twisted kind of way.
He'd always been known for his pranks and his sense of humour.
The house was coated in all different flavours of ice cream, which was slowly melting and curdling.
The interior wasn't much better.
Every room had it's own layer of Ice cream, every drawer was full of it.
All boots, shoes, pants and undergarments had been filled with the freezing dessert.
The gravity room was packed full of it, when the airlock was opened, ice cream would flood everywhere, on the most likely individual, his father.
Eventually the dessert would curdle, and it would pong like off milk, but that was all part of the plan.
It was an extremely hot day, so he presumed that the curdling and melting would happen faster, he also counted on the fact that his mother and grandfather would be too tied up with what they were doing to emerge from their laboratory. His grandmother was also on holiday, which was a bonus.
Trunks was sure that this would teach those backstabbers not to take him out for ice cream.
He couldn't wait to see the expression on their faces when they returned.
Trunks could be so evil sometimes.
Goten shivered as a pair of extremely grotesque feet made their way towards him.
Of course the feet were attached to a being, but Goten was sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped round his knees, rocking back and forth, and the feet were all he could see.
And the feet alone was enough to scare him.
They were a hideous black, the toenails an unhealthy snot green.
At uneven intervals, pieces of flesh would break away from the foot, and fall to the ground.
The smell was unbearable, it was like something had died, rolled in waste, then decided to go for a swim in some fish guts to the power of about one million.
It was seemingly impossible for a single entity to smell that bad, yet here it was reeking away like there was no tomorrow.
Goten gagged, he wanted to throw up.
Then the hand reached for him.
The hand was just as bad as the foot, if not worse, and it was so sooo close that Goten had wanted to.
But who would want to touch something as repulsive as that.
The skin was also black, and seemed to have an oily burnt fish kind of look to it.
It was flaking in places, just like the foot.
But it seemed this.thing, had needed stitches recently for there was quite large pieces of wire threaded through the skin in parts.
The wounds didn't look to healthy either, some were oozing pus, others just looked an angry red, all had a awful almond smell about them, like gangrene.
It lifted Goten into the air by the back of his orange and blue uniform, just like Dad used to wear Gohan used to say.
And imagine how Goten felt when this horribly repulsive, grotesque being wrinkled his nose in disgust at the site of half-saiyan boy.
Goten didn't appreciate that very much.
He opened his mouth to protest and say how much cuter he was then this hideous thing, when he got a good look at the creatures face, and it's bad breath zoomed down his windpipe.
Its face was puckered in places, like it had multiple mouths that were sucking on lemons.
It had large goggle eyes, which seemed to stick out from its head.
The skin on its face was black to, peeling and oily.
No hair graced the top of its head.
Goten strongly suspected that no hair could grow in those bad conditions.
Goten's last thought before he blacked out was.
'He could do with a bath and a good moisturise.' Goten had obviously been hanging around Bulma a bit too much.
'STUPID WALL,' Goku cursed mentally, there had to be a hidden entrance around here somewhere.
Goku ran his callused hands over the surface of the brick wall, hoping to find something.
He must have brushed it accidentally, 'cos all of a sudden a bright swirling light appeared where his hands were roaming, and he was sucked into the unknown.
If anyone said the Prince of all Saiyans did not scare easy, then you were probably right, but the being in front of him was making quake ever so slightly in his Saiyan armour boots.
Here he was in front of the dreaded Lord Shoytrig, about to sell his soul.
The plan wasn't supposed to go that far, but that baka Kakarot hadn't showed up yet.
The best course of action was to maintain their roles, until everyone was in position.
Lord Shoytrig stared down at the prince he could smell fear.
After having this choice of occupation for so long, it was hard not to notice the subtle changes in a person's mood
He could sense the hidden energy flowing off of Vegeta,
He smiled to himself; 'indeed this one was powerful.'
The smile made Vegeta more edgy.
But there was one fact that was bothering him, Gohan had come back alone from that other dimension and had made no reference to anyone wanting to assist or join him.
Then he'd left in an awful hurry insisting that someone was going to die, and came back with this being.
He cleared his voice and Vegeta stiffened, not much, but it was there.
"Vegeta," Lord Shoytrig said with a peculiar accent, which made his name sound like Fej-ee-te. "You have obviously heard of me before, for you are scared, I can see it in your posture, your eyes, on your skin, I can smell it."
Vegeta remained silent.
"Vegeta, where have you heard of me before?"
Vegeta knew he'd half to answer a direct question, and opened his mouth to do so, hoping his voice wouldn't crack with fear.
"In the dimension that I come from, you are the most feared nightmare among children.
Those tales are fed to children to keep them from doing stupid things.
You are like a bad tale.
And I would have just left it at that, a tale, if I had not seen the origins of that tale.
Your army does not do a very tidy job, they leave survivors, and lucky for you, the survivors are often considered insane. But there are drawings of your armies, hoards of demons that wipe life from planets that have gateways. Your troops speak of the ultimate evil that leads them. You. And then these rumours get turned into tales."
Lord Shoytrig nodded. It made sense.
"Well then someone will have to change that then, but I suppose it has its uses, people being afraid of me of course."
Vegeta remained quiet.
"Now Vegeta, answer me this, When did my heir put the question to you about joining me?"
"When he first led the armies on earth."
"And what took you so long to make up your mind?"
"When I realised that his power was greater than mine, and that I and the forces of good could not win. Then I went and reconsidered where I stood in the world, what I had, what I didn't. And I realised that I have power, but no ambition, no path to follow. My talents were wasted."
"Ah, and what do feel you can offer me?"
"Power."
"I have all the power I need."
"But not the brains, not saying that you aren't intelligent, I don't doubt that, just that one ruler over millions and billions of half-wits is greatly outnumbered."
"So you are saying what? That you could be beneficial?"
Vegeta remained quiet; he had used this ploy a few times in his life. Give a question to someone common, and hear their opinion.
Unfortunately they couldn't win either way, if they said yes, they would be killed for thinking too highly of themselves.
If they said no, then they would be killed for they were worth nothing.
Lord Shoytrig smiled.
"Indeed you are smart, and would make a worthy leader for my armies, kind of like those human Colonels."
Vegeta blanched, he was digging himself a deep hole indeed.
Goku stood stationary against a wall his head peering down a corridor that branched off from where he was. He had been forced to dispose of several guards already.
They security here was tight.
But this corridor was clear.
Goku darted quickly into another hollow, to wait.
Gohan had been racing as fast as he could towards the sound of the crying.
He needed to make sure it wasn't Goten.
But what scared him more, was when he stopped crying.
It wasn't gradually snuffling to a halt.
It was bawling, then it said something, and then it was quiet.
Gohan couldn't live with himself if it was Goten, and if he had been killed.
He tore down a corridor, one after the other.
Goku raised one eyebrow, a trait more known to Vegeta.
He had just seen Gohan.
Chichi was causing havoc in heaven.
"WHERE'S MY HUSBAND!?" Was heard continuously throughout the next dimension.
She had let him out of her sight for one minute, to check on their children, and he had disappeared, TYPICAL!
It was just like Goku.
Now she out of her mind with worry, she had died to be with her husband. It had been a hard choice, her husband, or sons?
Her love for her childhood sweet heart had won over, and now she didn't know where he was.
It hurt so much.
Gohan rounded the final corner, and the sight he had been dreading met him.
Some hideous creature, presumably one that was in his father's armies, held a pale Goten by the back of his gi.
Gohan, who had seen some pretty gruesome things in his life, thought this creature was too ugly to live.
And adding to the fact, his brother looked dead.
And the thought that came into Gohan's head, was that this.. This THING had killed him.
His blood boiled.
He lunged forward, actually dreading making contact with it, but savouring the fact that he would end its hideous life, and avenge his brother.
Gohan's hand was stretched out flat, much like how Piccolo had been going to kill him when he, Piccolo, had been pretending to serve Garlic Jr.
The fingertips of Gohan's hand plunged through its neck, and out the other side.
Dark blood squirted from around Gohan's arm, which was half buried in the creature.
The creature's large bug-like eyes rolled back in its head, and Gohan withdrew his arm.
It slumped to the floor with a sickening thud, and Gohan disintegrated it with a simple energy ball.
When the thing had fallen, it had dropped Goten.
Goten was lying on the ground, his arms and legs sprawled in all directions.
He was too pale to be alive.
Gohan reached out the opposite hand; the one that wasn't all bloodied up by his attack, and touched his brother's face.
It was ice cold.
Gohan knelt, and pulled his brother's body towards him.
He placed Goten's head on his lap, and stroked his black hair.
Goku stood round the corner watching his two sons, Gohan looked so sad.
Goten looked so pale.
Then Gohan pulled Goten on his lap.
And Goku smiled in spite of the apparent tragedy, Gohan still cared.
Gohan stared at Goten.
He had been too late.
Too late to save his brother.
Too late to keep him alive.
Goten had never done anything wrong, he didn't deserve this.
Gohan had a sneaking suspicion that Goten had followed him and Vegeta.
Although how, he had no idea.
He would have come to help his brother.
It was Gohan's fault.
It was always his fault.
He didn't try hard enough.
A single tear slipped down Gohan's dirty cheek, which was partially covered in the creature's blood from when it had spluttered.
It made a wet track down his face and dripped on Goten's upturned face, on one of his closed eyelids.
This broke the dam, and suddenly Gohan started bawling.
Hundreds of tears wet his face, and sprinkled his brother's.
Gohan moved a lock of hair from on Goten's face.
He leaned over, "I'm so sorry kid," and kissed his brother on the forehead.
An apology goodbye.
Sniffle. That was sad. And it was only a bit longer, 7 pages I think. But thank you for reading, now you can review if you see fit. And I'll keep writing.