Chapter 10
"Why do you bother us, old one?" the green masked one asked.
The old man bowed. "I must stop you from harming these ones. They are the chosen ones we have been looking for. They received the gifts and were able to make the talisman whole again. If you destroy them now, who knows how long we shall have to wait for the correct incarnations to come along."
"If your words are true, than why does our dragon pet still live?" the purple one questioned.
"Look closer," the old man said. "You should see now that it is nothing more than a charred corpse, killed by it's own flame. The chosen ones figured out the secret of the walls, meant to be used against them. Haven't they proved themselves to you yet. They found my chamber, faced their nightmares, and killed your pet, with only two of them using a fraction of their powers. If this is not proving themselves to you, than pray tell, what is?"
The masked ones looked at each other, and moved their hands like they were in heated conversation.
"What are they doing?" Marron asked.
"I don't know. Maybe they are telepathic," Trunks suggested.
Everyone stood still until the masked ones seemed to finish their conversation.
"We have thought it over," said the golden one, once again standing up. "And we believe them to be the chosen ones, but they must past one last test."
"Another test!" the old man exclaimed. "Another test?!? After all they had been through, you would think that they had passed all the tests possible."
"Calm down old one," said one of the two pinks ones. "This is an easy test. If they really are the chosen ones, they will be able to show it."
"So what do we have to do?" Vegeta asked.
"Did you not hear my sister?" said the other pink one. "You have to show us that you are the chosen ones."
"HOW?!?" Vegeta said, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
"Quiet," the golden one said. He finally sat down, the fist time since they had arrived. "You obviously do not know how to solve riddles, and since we really want to see, we will solve it for you. Ashkaliva?"
The purple one stood up, Ashkaliva. "You must show yourselves as you appeared in visions."
"Is that all?" Bulma asked.
"Yes," replied Ashkaliva.
Bulma looked at Vegeta and asked in thought 'How in hell do we do that?'
'Maybe we... No we can't. Our roses are gone.'
'Maybe if we join hands and focus...'
'Not the best idea, but the only one we've got.'
Bulma motioned for Marron and Trunks to come closer to her and Vegeta and grabbed her hand as soon as she could. Marron gave her really strange look, but Bulma sent her the idea. Marron nodded and took Trunks hand. Bulma then took Vegeta's. The circle was almost complete, except for Trunks and Vegeta. They refused to hold each others hand.
"Oh, for God's sake," and Bulma switched places with Vegeta, taking his hand and Trunks. Vegeta was much more comfortable with this arrangement and took Marron's
hand.
"Now, everyone concentrate. If this works we should be what they want us to be."
They all closed their eyes and thought hard, trying to be what the masked ones wanted them to be. Nothing happened and they thought harder. Still nothing happened. They were just about to give up when they started to glow again.
"What..."
"The..."
"Fuck..."
They started to glow and glow. Finally the light blinded them and for a few minutes they couldn't see.
The light went away after a few minutes and they had changed. Well, not them. Their clothes and hair.
"Bulma, look at you."
"Vegeta."
"Trunks, you look.."
"Marron. Wow."
They were all so stunned.
Vegeta looked at Bulma and saw a goddess. Her hair shone blue and silver. She was wearing a dress of silver and her hair was done up in diamonds. Vegeta looked down at
her legs and had to control himself. The dress stopped a few centimetres after her thighs started, exposing them and the rest of her legs. He mentally scorned himself for thinking what he was.
Bulma almost swooned when she saw Vegeta. He was wearing all black and it was tight leather. Really tight. If she hadn't been attracted to him before, than she was now. he was even more gorgeous than ever. His hair was blacker and it had gold streaks here and there. She wanted to run away with him and never come back.
Marron almost fainted. Trunks was sooo hot on his getup right now. He was wearing leather, like Vegeta, but it wasn't so tight. On his back was a sword, which shone even though it was sheathed. His hair was a lighter purple, but still purple. It was short and cropped closer to his head. Bit's of silver shone near the roots. To Marron he seemed taller.
When Trunks saw Marron he felt like her needed a ice pack. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was still in the pigtails, but her ponytails where made of diamonds,
pink ones. She was wearing a pale pink dress that had no shoulders, no back, and it was almost shorter than Bulma's. He could see all of her shapely legs, and what surprised him the most was the rose tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
"What happened?" Bulma asked.
"You became the chosen ones," said the old man.
"Why do you bother us, old one?" the green masked one asked.
The old man bowed. "I must stop you from harming these ones. They are the chosen ones we have been looking for. They received the gifts and were able to make the talisman whole again. If you destroy them now, who knows how long we shall have to wait for the correct incarnations to come along."
"If your words are true, than why does our dragon pet still live?" the purple one questioned.
"Look closer," the old man said. "You should see now that it is nothing more than a charred corpse, killed by it's own flame. The chosen ones figured out the secret of the walls, meant to be used against them. Haven't they proved themselves to you yet. They found my chamber, faced their nightmares, and killed your pet, with only two of them using a fraction of their powers. If this is not proving themselves to you, than pray tell, what is?"
The masked ones looked at each other, and moved their hands like they were in heated conversation.
"What are they doing?" Marron asked.
"I don't know. Maybe they are telepathic," Trunks suggested.
Everyone stood still until the masked ones seemed to finish their conversation.
"We have thought it over," said the golden one, once again standing up. "And we believe them to be the chosen ones, but they must past one last test."
"Another test!" the old man exclaimed. "Another test?!? After all they had been through, you would think that they had passed all the tests possible."
"Calm down old one," said one of the two pinks ones. "This is an easy test. If they really are the chosen ones, they will be able to show it."
"So what do we have to do?" Vegeta asked.
"Did you not hear my sister?" said the other pink one. "You have to show us that you are the chosen ones."
"HOW?!?" Vegeta said, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
"Quiet," the golden one said. He finally sat down, the fist time since they had arrived. "You obviously do not know how to solve riddles, and since we really want to see, we will solve it for you. Ashkaliva?"
The purple one stood up, Ashkaliva. "You must show yourselves as you appeared in visions."
"Is that all?" Bulma asked.
"Yes," replied Ashkaliva.
Bulma looked at Vegeta and asked in thought 'How in hell do we do that?'
'Maybe we... No we can't. Our roses are gone.'
'Maybe if we join hands and focus...'
'Not the best idea, but the only one we've got.'
Bulma motioned for Marron and Trunks to come closer to her and Vegeta and grabbed her hand as soon as she could. Marron gave her really strange look, but Bulma sent her the idea. Marron nodded and took Trunks hand. Bulma then took Vegeta's. The circle was almost complete, except for Trunks and Vegeta. They refused to hold each others hand.
"Oh, for God's sake," and Bulma switched places with Vegeta, taking his hand and Trunks. Vegeta was much more comfortable with this arrangement and took Marron's
hand.
"Now, everyone concentrate. If this works we should be what they want us to be."
They all closed their eyes and thought hard, trying to be what the masked ones wanted them to be. Nothing happened and they thought harder. Still nothing happened. They were just about to give up when they started to glow again.
"What..."
"The..."
"Fuck..."
They started to glow and glow. Finally the light blinded them and for a few minutes they couldn't see.
The light went away after a few minutes and they had changed. Well, not them. Their clothes and hair.
"Bulma, look at you."
"Vegeta."
"Trunks, you look.."
"Marron. Wow."
They were all so stunned.
Vegeta looked at Bulma and saw a goddess. Her hair shone blue and silver. She was wearing a dress of silver and her hair was done up in diamonds. Vegeta looked down at
her legs and had to control himself. The dress stopped a few centimetres after her thighs started, exposing them and the rest of her legs. He mentally scorned himself for thinking what he was.
Bulma almost swooned when she saw Vegeta. He was wearing all black and it was tight leather. Really tight. If she hadn't been attracted to him before, than she was now. he was even more gorgeous than ever. His hair was blacker and it had gold streaks here and there. She wanted to run away with him and never come back.
Marron almost fainted. Trunks was sooo hot on his getup right now. He was wearing leather, like Vegeta, but it wasn't so tight. On his back was a sword, which shone even though it was sheathed. His hair was a lighter purple, but still purple. It was short and cropped closer to his head. Bit's of silver shone near the roots. To Marron he seemed taller.
When Trunks saw Marron he felt like her needed a ice pack. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was still in the pigtails, but her ponytails where made of diamonds,
pink ones. She was wearing a pale pink dress that had no shoulders, no back, and it was almost shorter than Bulma's. He could see all of her shapely legs, and what surprised him the most was the rose tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
"What happened?" Bulma asked.
"You became the chosen ones," said the old man.