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I'm sorry it took so long to update, this has been a really hard chapter to write. I don't excel in writing fight scenes, and I don't like writing them either.
I personally like writing tragedies. I was one of those little seven year old girls that liked to write stories about princess and unicorns, and stuff like that. The only thing is at the end of every story I wrote they all died. Most of the time they committed suicide. (I was a very abnormal child)
Have you read "Celebrity singer kill off"? They killed Justin Timberlake, Woo Hoo (No offence to all you Justin fans) *************************************************************** ******
"Who are you?" she repeated
"It doesn't matter who I am, all that matters is that you destroyed North City," there was a tone of rage in his voice.
"Oh ain't that sweet, the little dust pile had a name," she replied sarcastically.
"Who are you people!" he yelled
Bra looked away. "Your none of our concern, your just wasting our time. We have other things to do," she said it in her usual tone of superiority.
"Such as?"
She sighed. "I might as well tell you, your going to end up dieing anyway when I destroy this planet. You might even be able to help us."
Trunks flinched, they planned to destroy the planet. He wouldn't let them get away with it.
She continued. "You see my lord and master Freeza, has ordered me to bring him a little friend of his by the name of Vegeta. Dose that answer your question?"
Trunks could feel himself trembling, not in fear but in shock.
Freeza, that was the name his father would yell out in his sleep. His father may have told him very little of what happened to his mother, but the one thing he had made more than clear was that Freeza took her away. Another question ran through his mind, what would Freeza want with his father. Was his plan take him away as well.
It didn't matter anyway, his father had died a long time ago.
Bra looked at the shocked expression on the youths face, he didn't look like much help to her, and even if he did have something to say she had never been patient. She turned round to the ten ground troops waiting behind her.
"Kill him," she said it without feeling or expression, as if one less life didn't mean anything to her.
They nodded and attacked.
Trunks was ready. He could sense the ki's of the ten people were about to attack him, and to be honest they were pathetic.
He drew his sword.
Bra watched from a hundred meters away. She sighed, part of her hoped that this man wouldn't be killed by her troops, it wad been so long since she had had a proper fight. All this destruction of planets in a single blast got dull after a while.
She watched as the ground troops advanced, blocking her view completely of what was going on. Bra looked to Zarbon, he was obviously confident that he'd be dead in less than a minute.
All of a sudden Zarbon's face went into shock, Bra looked ahead of her and gasped.
There he stood the purple haired youth, without a single scratch on him. The troops that had been alive only seconds ago, plunged to the ground dead.
"Well Zarbon it seems we've underestimated our little friend," she smirked, maybe this stranger could be worth a good fight after all.
Trunks smirked also, was this the best they had. He slid his sword back into it's holder on his back.
"Oh please, you have to do better than that!" he yelled out to them.
Bra narrowed her eyes and began to move forward. Zarbon stepped out in front of her.
"Please my lady allow me, this brat isn't worth your time."
Bra gritted her teeth. "Zarbon Zarbon Zarbon, What have I told you about getting in the way of me and a fight?"
Zarbon realised his mistake instantly.
Bra raised a ki blast to his head and fired. She watched as his dead limp body fell to the ground, finally landing in the crater that was North city.
She laughed, this was what she loved, death and destruction.
Trunks could do nothing but watch, words could no describe what he just saw. This girl was an absolute psychopath, she killed her own men just for the fun of it. He had been told that his father had been like this once. He was glad that he had never known him then.
What disturbed him the most about the girl was the way she reminded him of his mother. Even though Trunks couldn't remember her, he had seen pictures. Those same pictures could bring tears to his fathers eyes. He clenched his fist. This girl worked for the one person that was responsible for all the unhappiness he had suffered in his life. He couldn't afford to lose.
Bra smirked further than any normal person possibly could. "Now that he's out of the way I guess it's time for you to join him," she looked down at Zarbon's dead body.
Trunks followed her eyes. He flinched at the lifeless expression on Zarbon's face.
"I don't thinks so," he replied.
Bra raised her eyebrow. "My my, you do seem sure of yourself, arrogance like that can get you killed," she got into a fighting position.
The rage in Trunk's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by the coldness they always possessed. He didn't have his fathers over confident attitude when it came to fighting. After all his years of tragedy and dejection, when ever it came to fighting he was beyond serious, determined not to make the same mistakes as his father had.
"I can say the same for you," he commented
Bra paused, as if caught between just attacking, or replying to his comment. "I'll ask you before you die. Where is Vegeta?"
"You won't find him no matter how hard you try," his expression became mournful. "My father is dead."
His words shocked her. So he was Vegeta's son. Bra felt slightly angered, she had come all the way out here for nothing, she hated wasting her time. But a smirk returned to her face, if he was Vegeta's son then maybe her trip all the way here wouldn't be a waste. If he were a Saiyan then he may posses some type of fighting skill.
Trunks had been monitoring her Ki during the whole conversation, she made no attempt to hide it. Most probably didn't know how. And what he could tell so far was that he may have the advantage.
"Enough talk," she flew at Trunks.
Once she was close enough they began a furry of kicks and punches. He allowed her to be on the attack while he simply blocked waiting for her to tire. It was easy to read her moves, she obviously wasn't used to facing an opponent that she couldn't kill in ten seconds.
Bra made an attempt to punch Trunks in the head. He easily dodged.
She continued with a sequence of both kicks and punches, now determined to put a dent in him. Trunks stopped blocking entirely and merely dodged for the sake of angering her.
Bra could feel her rage rising. Never before had she not been able to land an attack. And even though the fight had only just started, it was slowly turning into the longest match she had been in. She was all to used to just blasting someone and it would all be over.
But among her anger there was excitement, the excitement of a new challenge, the fact the she could come close to death and just survive. To be truthful she had never understood her emotions.
Trunks watched the mixed expression on her face. He didn't want to draw this fight out, he just wanted to get it over. Even though he loved a good fight, he had piles of paper work to do. And no matter how much he wanted to just throw them out the window and blast them, he knew he couldn't.
Bra gave up trying to get a kick or punch in, and began to power up for a Ki blast. Trunks did the same
"YAAAAAAAAAAAA," she fired a red coloured beam that was aimed directly at Trunks.
"BIG BANG ATTACK," I was one of the techniques he had been taught by his father.
The attacks collided in mid air, each trying to drive the other back.
Bra put all her energy into her attack, and yet she was being over powered by her opponent. Ever so slowly Trunk's ki blast was over powering hers, till it had completely gotten through and blasted Bra miles away.
Trunks did not smile or smirk. His eyes remained cold, and his face showed no expression at all. He was waiting.
All of a sudden he slowly turned around.
There stood Bra. Her hair was gold and a glowing aura surrounded her. She was covered in scratches, and there were rips in her clothing. Scorch marks covered her scouter, she ripped it off and tossed it aside.
"How did you know I was behind you?"
*************************************************************** ******************* Sorry for this chapter being slightly duller than the previous ones. To make it up to everyone I'll post up the next chapter tomorrow.
Notice how my fight scene was shorter than the average fight scene, I didn't want to drag it out for too long, like in some fanfics. If I did you all would have go to sleep after a few paragraphs.
Till next time
Ciao
I'm sorry it took so long to update, this has been a really hard chapter to write. I don't excel in writing fight scenes, and I don't like writing them either.
I personally like writing tragedies. I was one of those little seven year old girls that liked to write stories about princess and unicorns, and stuff like that. The only thing is at the end of every story I wrote they all died. Most of the time they committed suicide. (I was a very abnormal child)
Have you read "Celebrity singer kill off"? They killed Justin Timberlake, Woo Hoo (No offence to all you Justin fans) *************************************************************** ******
"Who are you?" she repeated
"It doesn't matter who I am, all that matters is that you destroyed North City," there was a tone of rage in his voice.
"Oh ain't that sweet, the little dust pile had a name," she replied sarcastically.
"Who are you people!" he yelled
Bra looked away. "Your none of our concern, your just wasting our time. We have other things to do," she said it in her usual tone of superiority.
"Such as?"
She sighed. "I might as well tell you, your going to end up dieing anyway when I destroy this planet. You might even be able to help us."
Trunks flinched, they planned to destroy the planet. He wouldn't let them get away with it.
She continued. "You see my lord and master Freeza, has ordered me to bring him a little friend of his by the name of Vegeta. Dose that answer your question?"
Trunks could feel himself trembling, not in fear but in shock.
Freeza, that was the name his father would yell out in his sleep. His father may have told him very little of what happened to his mother, but the one thing he had made more than clear was that Freeza took her away. Another question ran through his mind, what would Freeza want with his father. Was his plan take him away as well.
It didn't matter anyway, his father had died a long time ago.
Bra looked at the shocked expression on the youths face, he didn't look like much help to her, and even if he did have something to say she had never been patient. She turned round to the ten ground troops waiting behind her.
"Kill him," she said it without feeling or expression, as if one less life didn't mean anything to her.
They nodded and attacked.
Trunks was ready. He could sense the ki's of the ten people were about to attack him, and to be honest they were pathetic.
He drew his sword.
Bra watched from a hundred meters away. She sighed, part of her hoped that this man wouldn't be killed by her troops, it wad been so long since she had had a proper fight. All this destruction of planets in a single blast got dull after a while.
She watched as the ground troops advanced, blocking her view completely of what was going on. Bra looked to Zarbon, he was obviously confident that he'd be dead in less than a minute.
All of a sudden Zarbon's face went into shock, Bra looked ahead of her and gasped.
There he stood the purple haired youth, without a single scratch on him. The troops that had been alive only seconds ago, plunged to the ground dead.
"Well Zarbon it seems we've underestimated our little friend," she smirked, maybe this stranger could be worth a good fight after all.
Trunks smirked also, was this the best they had. He slid his sword back into it's holder on his back.
"Oh please, you have to do better than that!" he yelled out to them.
Bra narrowed her eyes and began to move forward. Zarbon stepped out in front of her.
"Please my lady allow me, this brat isn't worth your time."
Bra gritted her teeth. "Zarbon Zarbon Zarbon, What have I told you about getting in the way of me and a fight?"
Zarbon realised his mistake instantly.
Bra raised a ki blast to his head and fired. She watched as his dead limp body fell to the ground, finally landing in the crater that was North city.
She laughed, this was what she loved, death and destruction.
Trunks could do nothing but watch, words could no describe what he just saw. This girl was an absolute psychopath, she killed her own men just for the fun of it. He had been told that his father had been like this once. He was glad that he had never known him then.
What disturbed him the most about the girl was the way she reminded him of his mother. Even though Trunks couldn't remember her, he had seen pictures. Those same pictures could bring tears to his fathers eyes. He clenched his fist. This girl worked for the one person that was responsible for all the unhappiness he had suffered in his life. He couldn't afford to lose.
Bra smirked further than any normal person possibly could. "Now that he's out of the way I guess it's time for you to join him," she looked down at Zarbon's dead body.
Trunks followed her eyes. He flinched at the lifeless expression on Zarbon's face.
"I don't thinks so," he replied.
Bra raised her eyebrow. "My my, you do seem sure of yourself, arrogance like that can get you killed," she got into a fighting position.
The rage in Trunk's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by the coldness they always possessed. He didn't have his fathers over confident attitude when it came to fighting. After all his years of tragedy and dejection, when ever it came to fighting he was beyond serious, determined not to make the same mistakes as his father had.
"I can say the same for you," he commented
Bra paused, as if caught between just attacking, or replying to his comment. "I'll ask you before you die. Where is Vegeta?"
"You won't find him no matter how hard you try," his expression became mournful. "My father is dead."
His words shocked her. So he was Vegeta's son. Bra felt slightly angered, she had come all the way out here for nothing, she hated wasting her time. But a smirk returned to her face, if he was Vegeta's son then maybe her trip all the way here wouldn't be a waste. If he were a Saiyan then he may posses some type of fighting skill.
Trunks had been monitoring her Ki during the whole conversation, she made no attempt to hide it. Most probably didn't know how. And what he could tell so far was that he may have the advantage.
"Enough talk," she flew at Trunks.
Once she was close enough they began a furry of kicks and punches. He allowed her to be on the attack while he simply blocked waiting for her to tire. It was easy to read her moves, she obviously wasn't used to facing an opponent that she couldn't kill in ten seconds.
Bra made an attempt to punch Trunks in the head. He easily dodged.
She continued with a sequence of both kicks and punches, now determined to put a dent in him. Trunks stopped blocking entirely and merely dodged for the sake of angering her.
Bra could feel her rage rising. Never before had she not been able to land an attack. And even though the fight had only just started, it was slowly turning into the longest match she had been in. She was all to used to just blasting someone and it would all be over.
But among her anger there was excitement, the excitement of a new challenge, the fact the she could come close to death and just survive. To be truthful she had never understood her emotions.
Trunks watched the mixed expression on her face. He didn't want to draw this fight out, he just wanted to get it over. Even though he loved a good fight, he had piles of paper work to do. And no matter how much he wanted to just throw them out the window and blast them, he knew he couldn't.
Bra gave up trying to get a kick or punch in, and began to power up for a Ki blast. Trunks did the same
"YAAAAAAAAAAAA," she fired a red coloured beam that was aimed directly at Trunks.
"BIG BANG ATTACK," I was one of the techniques he had been taught by his father.
The attacks collided in mid air, each trying to drive the other back.
Bra put all her energy into her attack, and yet she was being over powered by her opponent. Ever so slowly Trunk's ki blast was over powering hers, till it had completely gotten through and blasted Bra miles away.
Trunks did not smile or smirk. His eyes remained cold, and his face showed no expression at all. He was waiting.
All of a sudden he slowly turned around.
There stood Bra. Her hair was gold and a glowing aura surrounded her. She was covered in scratches, and there were rips in her clothing. Scorch marks covered her scouter, she ripped it off and tossed it aside.
"How did you know I was behind you?"
*************************************************************** ******************* Sorry for this chapter being slightly duller than the previous ones. To make it up to everyone I'll post up the next chapter tomorrow.
Notice how my fight scene was shorter than the average fight scene, I didn't want to drag it out for too long, like in some fanfics. If I did you all would have go to sleep after a few paragraphs.
Till next time
Ciao