Angry Crow Takes FLIGHT!
::jumps and then falls::
AAAA! I can't fly anymore!
::Runs around and then runs into a wall::
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Real Disclaimer: Walls hurt....
CHAPTER 20
Bra looked around her. The uniforms she knew all too well were closing in on her and Piccolo. This was the third round of soldiers. Bra began to panic. They were coming closer and closer each time. For ever soldier Piccolo felled, three took his place. Bra was beginning to wonder if there was an end to all of the soldiers.
Piccolo was becoming slower and slower. He had used up his ki getting them down there and now had nothing but brute strength to rely on. Even though it had only been five minutes, Piccolo had already made his way to the fifth hallway. Bra had counted the hallways from the bedroom she and her mother had been held captive in, which was a hallway back, and there were only five hallways until they got to Jan. All Bra could hope for was for Piccolo to last four more hallways. Four more, Piccolo, four more.
A hand grabbed her from behind and she screamed. She turned around, expecting a guard, but found the purple being instead. She screamed and wailed, but was cuffed. Bra fell to the floor, her mouth throbbing and head pounding.
"How long have I wanted to do that? Finally!" the being belted.
Piccolo was already upon him, and hit him square in the mouth. Veter was taken aback and Piccolo smirked.
"Veter, you buta. Picking on innocent little girls. Why don't you take on someone your own size, like me."
"Gladly," Veter replied with a smirk.
Veter moved so fast that not even Piccolo could see him. With one blow Piccolo was knocked out. The soldiers jumped on him and started to beat him until they were satisfied. Veter blocked Bra's view of Piccolo, looming over her.
"Now little girl, your turn."
Bra felt something sharp hit her in the head. She screamed at the pain that exploded. Her head felt like it was going to burst open at any moment, the pounding growing worse with each passing second. Her screams were quickly silenced with another painful slap and she curled up into a ball and whimpered, realizing her defeat. Veter laughed, bent over, and then picked her up. Piccolo was dragged behind her, she resting in the crook of Veter's arm. I wish daddy were here, he'd stop them, she thought. Little did she know how close he was.
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Trunks found the antidote and his shoulders sagged with relief. Once Ashita had the potion, then maybe Goten would stop acting like such a little child. He clinged onto Ashita like she was the only thing important to him in the world, but then again, he clinged that way to Katoria. He would do almost anything for her. That was why he was getting this antidote, why he was going to defeat Veter. And Jan, that despicable man.
Trunks hurriedly stashed the antidote in a side pocket, hoping that it wouldn't shatter. Trunks decided that the antidote was safe enough. What he was most worried about was Goku getting himself into trouble. Trunks walked down to the storage room and opened the door. The only thing he found, though, were a couple of empty cans. The room was trashed, and Trunks knew Goku had been there. One thing was for sure, he wasn't there now....
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17 was quietly resting on his couch when his door flew open and 18 stormed in. He smiled at the apparent anger painted all over her face. He put down the magazine, but it was blasted the second before it touched the table. He forced a smile and raised an eyebrow at his beautiful twin sister.
"Yes, what is it this time 18-san? Come to tell me off again? How nice of you." he said with a tone that demanded no answer.
"No, I've come to kill you." 18 said, defiance ringing clear through the room.
17 frowned. "So, you found out."
"Like hell I did! What were you thinking.....Well it doesn't matter. You have ruined my perfect little girl, so now I shall ruin you!"
"You're all words, dear sister. You wouldn't kill your own brother would you? The only one who knows how you, and now your daughter, feel?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Ah dear sister, your temper always gets the best of you. I'm sure you didn't like the fact that a slut was pushing your daughter away from Goten-kun. I just did what I thought would be best for both of them."
18 collapsed, her energy sapped, realizing that she felt the same as 17, and would've done no different. When 17 came to comfort her, she slapped away her hand. Even though she was defeated, she still had some pride left, woman or not. She would show 17....She would show them all!
"My daughter will not be like you, no matter what, you filthy pig!"
18 ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her. She took off into the sky, flying over the blue ocean, realizing that she and her daughter were alike. Even though they both had inhumane urges, both tried to change their ways. 18 smiled, now 17, who is the better? I will become better, as will my daughter. We will truly become human, no matter the cost.
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Katoria sat up with a start. Dende was at her side, settling her with a gentle hand. She laid back down and looked around the room. The walls were pure white and the bed was green. She had no clue where she was, and wondered where Trunks was. Dende smiled his knowing smile.
"If you want to know where Trunks-kun is, then I suggest you go back to where you came from. He might need your help. Don't tell Trunks-kun I told you this, though. He'd kill me if he ever found out."
Katoria gulped at the lump in her throat. "Dende-san. Thank you so much."
She hugged him tightly, Dende blushing from the attention, and she got up. Her legs were shaky, but she wouldn't let Dende see it. She strolled out the door and realized she didn't know where she was. She poked her head back into the room.
"Dende-san, could you show me the way out of here? I need to go pay Trunks-kun a visit."
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Ashita slipped in and out of consciousness. When she could see, all she could see was Goten's face, telling her it would all be okay. She could feel him watching over her, could feel the towel dabbing away the heavy beads of perspiration. Each bead of sweat Goten wiped off her face reminded her of him. Ashita tried not to cry out, but when the convulsions came, the pain was almost unbearable.
She bit her lip as she felt the pain come in a wave. She moaned from the pain she was experiencing. Why couldn't Dende heal her when he had healed Katoria? The pain burned, but at times she was numb to the pain. But those breaks were too few and spaced out too far. The pain shot through her arms and she screamed. Her body glowed for a while, letting the pain subside. She could feel the towel pressing against her forehead. Hear Goten choking out, "It'll all be okay. Hang in there just a little longer." Ashita gripped Goten's hand before she blacked out.
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Trunks raced down the hallways, getting glances from various people. Some of the guards would call out, but he pretended he didn't hear him. Where was that baka anyway, thought Trunks. He was getting tired of searching for Goku. He was about to give up when he saw his father at the end of the hallway.
"Otoosan? What are you doing down here? Have you seen Goku? I can't seem..."
"Shut up, baka! I'm tired of your ramblings already."
"Otoosan...."
"Now, you want to know what I'm doing down here? I'll try to tell it to you in words you understand," Vegeta answered coldly. "I'm here because the only way I can become a true saiyan is to stay here and train under Lord Veter. And yes, I have seen Goku. You can find him with Jan.
"As I understand it, baka. You were uninvited. And I think it's time your "Otoosan" taught you a lesson. First of all, if you come with an idiot like Goku, never leave him alone. If you do, you're screwed. Now, do you know what you are, Baka?"
"Screwed?" Trunks ventured.
"Good boy." Vegeta commented, as he rammed into Trunks, bashing him up against the wall. Trunks arm jutted out at a weird angle and he screamed in pain. Vegeta smirked and pushed his other arm against the corner, until Trunks screamed himself hoarse with pain. Vegeta punched Trunks in the gut and Trunks slumped over, knocked out cold. Vegeta silently carried Trunks back to Jan. Jan would be pleased. Very pleased.
