The nightmare continues. . .

All characters originally from DBZ belong to Akira Toriyama, and that's not me! All characters original to this story, however, _are_ mine.

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Things Best Forgotten Part 2 by NansJns

There will be an answer, The sun will rise. Love is a survivor. Open your eyes.
"Still Alive" by Lesie Fish

Ch.4: To Keep the Baby Safe - Hiding at Kami's Lookout

Yamcha sighed as the nurses finally managed to push past him and into the room with his friends. He had felt Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, and Chiao-Tzu's Kis leaving, along with the Kis of the two assassins who had Kis. He wondered briefly where the guys were taking them. It didn't matter too much, but he hoped it was someplace far away. He listened to the nurses chatter with Bulma, Chi-chi, and Videl, who were trying to convince them that the emotional strain they were under had led to an uncalled-for argument. Yamcha almost smiled. An argument; that might cover the yelling, but not the male voices' screams or the sounds of combat. Something had been flung into the wall so hard a part of the hallway shook. When the nurses left, looking suspiciously back into the room, Yamcha slipped in and surveyed the area. There was a new crack in the wall, 18 was staring at the floor unhappily, and the Saiyans all seemed to be more- or-less awake, though they were obviously on the edge of passing out again. The three human wives seemed to have fallen in on themselves, their skins pale and bloodless and their shoulders hunched, shaking with the rivers of tears they shed. A soft breath escaped Yamcha's mouth as his stomach flipped.
"I'm sorry. . .I. . .," Yamcha said quietly. "We were just so certain the ones who made the poison would have a cure. . ."
"We thought that, too," Chi-chi whispered, and sniffed deeply.
"What are we going to do?" Videl mumbled miserably.
"Hey, maybe we can get the Dragon Balls and wish for a cure!" Yamcha offered.
"You can try. . .but you probably won't find them in time!"Bulma almost wailed. Yamcha pulled back a fraction of an inch as he watched his old girlfriend's face contort with uncontrollable sorrow. ((I'm sorry, Bulma. . .if. . .if I hadn't cheated on you, if we'd stayed together and gotten married, if your children were mine, then you wouldn't be in this pain now.)) he thought quietly. He held no real blame for Vegeta for this mess, except deep down, but he knew that if Bulma didn't love him so she wouldn't be dying inside now. He then looked up and noticed Kari, alone in the corner of the room. He paused for a moment, then walked over to her. He bent over a bit to look her in the eye and smiled comfortingly at her.
"Hey, Kari - how are you holding up?" he asked lightly.
"Someone. . .does. . .remember I'm. . .here," she sighed. "I'm no. . .worse than. . .anyone else." A small smile started to curl her lips, but it didn't make it.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Tien tossed their struggling loads to the ground and in the blink of an eye built a cage around them made from ki-cut stone. Chiao-Tzu watched glumly from just behind them.
"This should hold them until we figure out what to do with them," Krillin stated calmly, though his eyes blazed with hate and pain. His friends were dying, and there was nothing any of them could do. ((Damn them. . .damn them for not making a cure!))
"Do you think we're far enough away from the hospital?" Tien asked, one eye at all times on the three caged aliens.
"Over a hundred miles? I should think so. Lets get back and see if anyone's thought of anything," Piccolo answered shortly, and they blasted off. Vac and Bosen leaned against the stone and looked themselves over. Bosen's jaw still ached, and he had discovered some loose teeth on the way over, and his side throbbed where Chi-chi kicked it. Vac had some bad burns and cracked bones. Halter did some painful-looking stretches that were accompanied by even more painful-sounding pops and snaps. He straightened himself as much as the low cage would allow and looked back the way they had come.
"So, what are they doing now?" Vac asked casually.
"The four Traitors-To-All-Life are still heading back to the medical building," Halter answered, and tilted his head a bit to make the image clearer. "The human wives of the Saiyans are crying, and the Saiyans' life signs are dropping," a smiled crept across his face, "They'll be dead soon."
"Kami, I'd kill for your seeing power," Vac smirked lightly. "And your healing ability."
"'E doo," Bosen spoke as best he could and spat some blood off to the side. "Ad leasd dose Saiyans will sdill die. . .dat makes id all word id." Bosen scowled at how idiotic he sounded. Halter glanced at him, then moved to him and touched his face. A soft warmness passed from his hands to Bosen's injured jaw. Bosen sighed as he felt the calmness that came when Halter's power pass through him, and the pain in his face faded. "Thank you, Halter," he said once the healing was done. "Your powers are remarkable." Halter's eyes darkened a bit.
"Remarkable. . .not remarkable enough; they couldn't save my wife or children. . .my parents or friends. . ." Halter sighed and looked back to the hospital. "I actually feel a little bad for those women. They must not have known what Saiyans were really like when they married those three. . .they're crying so hard," Halter leaned against the cool stone and focused his eyes on the distant building. Vac and Bosen were quiet for a few moments.
"No harder than we cried. . .when the Saiyans destroyed our homes," Bosen finally said, and Halter nodded.
"No, not nearly so hard as that," Halter agreed.
"I'll be glad when The Nightmare is over," Vac observed. "No more loss, no more tears."
"It's almost here. There's just that one little problem," Bosen answered, and they both looked to Halter.
"Yes. We can't allow the birth of another monster. The Nightmare ends here and now. We just need to give that woman a quick injection, and the babe will die in her womb," Halter's voice and eyes hardened with his conviction.

"Hey, guys, I don't like the idea of leaving those guys without a guard. Chiao-Tzu and I are going back, okay?" Tien said to Krillin and Piccolo.
"You're right. Go for it," Krillin said, and Piccolo gave a short nod.
"One of us will keep you updated," Piccolo said gruffly. Tien and Chiao-Tzu then turned and went back the way they'd come.

Krillin and Piccolo arrived back at the hospital to find only one new idea.
"Hey, kid - how you holding up?" Piccolo asked Gohan, who breathed raggedly.
"Considering I'm dying. . .not bad," Gohan tried to laugh, but it fell into a pained grimace.
"What did you do with those three?" Videl asked.
"We put those three aliens into a cage a hundred miles from here," Krillin told them.
"Tien and Chiao-Tzu are guarding them?" 18 inquired.
"Yeah," Krillin said.
"Just for safety's sake, maybe Bulma should go somewhere else," Yamcha piped up.
"Not a bad idea," Krillin nodded in agreement. "But where?"
"K-Kami's. . .Lookout," Goku rasped from his bed.
"Yes! Good idea. . .Kakarott. . .those bastards. . .won't be able. . .to. . .to find her. . . there!" Vegeta gasped sharply between jolts of pain. The others agreed readily; Kami's Lookout was incredibly difficult to find, and almost impossible to get to if you couldn't fly. "P-Piccolo, take her there," Vegeta rasped to the Namek, who reacted with wide-eyed surprise.
"Me?" he said, sending a slightly uneasy glance to the pregnant Bulma.
"Him?" Bulma didn't look overly thrilled with the idea either.
"Don't argue!" Vegeta snapped, then let out a strangled cry of pain and nearly lost consciousness.
"All right, Vegeta. I'll get her there safely," Piccolo said.
"No. I can't leave," Bulma shook her head. "I-I can't leave you and Trunks, Vegeta. I'm going to stay here."
"Woman. . ." Vegeta growled weakly. "You can't. . .do anything. . .for us! P-p. . . protect our baby!" he gasped. His pride couldn't stand in the pain and emotional strain he now suffered under. He no longer cared what he said or who else heard. Bulma gazed into his pained face, feeling his agony and fear for her and their baby through the Bond, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"All right. . .I'll go," her voice was thin and broken. Vegeta took her hand and pulled her down for kiss, but there was no strength in his grip or arms; she went down more of her own doing than his. As she kissed him, her tears spilled onto his cheeks. The feeling of his life, his strength, always before an endless blazing inferno, had shrunk to nothing more than a small candle flame caught in a strong wind. ((Oh, Kami, I can feel him dying. . .! Oh, please. . . Vegeta, live! Please don't leave us. . .)) she broke the kiss and stood up slowly.
"You worry. . .too much. . .No member. . .of the royal house. . .of Vegetasei. . .has died from poisoning yet. . .we're not gonna. . .start now," Vegeta said with all the strength he had. Bulma smiled a tiny bit, and went over to Trunks and gave him a kiss on his sweaty forehead.
"We'll be okay, Mom," Trunks said quietly, and Bulma forced a smile for him.
"Of course!" she said, and then walked up to Piccolo. He gently scooped her up and went to the window. They both sent one last backward glance to their friends and family, and then were gone in a blaze. Vegeta watched them go, and then his eyes shut and the darkness had him. Chi-chi, Videl, 18, Krillin, and Yamcha all looked to his heart monitor in a moment of panic. The beeping was slow, and the spaces between beeps was growing by seconds.

Bulma pressed her hands over her face as she felt Vegeta's soul slip farther away. ((This isn't happening, this isn't happening!)) she begged mentally. Was this the price she had to pay for giving her heart to a Saiyan? Having it ripped from her chest? Piccolo looked at the grief- stricken woman in his arms uncomfortably. He poured on more speed, intent on reaching Kami's Lookout as soon as possible.

"Well, well. . ." Halter whispered softly.
"What?" Vac whispered in return.
"What do you see?" Bosen asked at the same time in the same low tone.
"The Namek Traitor-To-All-Life," Halter answered quietly. "With the pregnant wife of the Saiyan Prince. He's taking her somewhere."
"Keep watching them," Bosen murmured.
"What are you guys talking about?" Chiao-Tzu demanded abruptly, and Vac and Bosen looked daggers at him.
"None of your business, boy," Bosen snapped.
"There's no need to be rude!" Chiao-Tzu answered crossly.
"Oh, and putting us in a cage isn't rude?" Vac frowned at him deeply.
"Oh, please! You attacked our friends, attempted to attack a pregnant woman - you have no leeway right now, buddy! You should count yourselves lucky we're as merciful as we are!" Tien snarled at the captives, who simply scowled in return.
"Merciful - interesting choice of words. Saiyans don't know that word; did you know that? It's nowhere in their vocabulary," Bosen said coldly.
"Maybe other Saiyans didn't, but our friends, the good people you're trying to kill, do. Even Vegeta has learned mercy!" Tien said calmly. Bosen and Vac snorted in response.
"Yeah, right. Sure he has. And I can sprout wings by clapping my hands three times and fins by clicking my heels twice," Vac chortled.
"Hey, what's he looking at?" Chiao-Tzu suddenly stepped back into the conversation, noticing Halter's unwavering gaze into the distance. His head was tilted back, and his chin was rising bit by bit.
"Scenery," Halter sounded as distracted as he looked. "Interesting. . .flowers around here. And birds." He squinted a bit, and blinked. ((A cat on a walking stick?)) he wondered briefly. Then he winced. ((Ugh. . .some of these humans are really ugly.)) he craned his neck back even further and carefully focused. ((Another Namek, huh?)) Halter's brows forked and a frown creased his face. Without taking his eyes from the floating palace, he reached out and carefully tested the bars of the cage.

Dende and Mr. Popo looked at their new charge with a few pearls of sweat on their faces. "Uh, are you sure this is the best place for her?" Dende asked hesitantly.
"Why not? They won't find her here, and they couldn't get up here even if they knew she was here," Piccolo answered.
"Why are all of you so nervous?" Bulma finally asked, confused and a trifle annoyed by their wide-eyed looks.
"O-oh, it's nothing, really! I just - I've just. . .never been this close to a pregnant woman before," Dende admitted sheepishly, a little blush of purple on his cheeks, and Mr. Popo nodded ascent.
"Same goes for me," Piccolo diverted his eyes.
"Oh, is that all?" Bulma sighed. "It's no big deal, guys. It's not like I'm going to go into labor while I'm here. I'm not due for almost three more months."
"Well, that's good," Dende smiled a bit.
"I'm going back to the hospital and then hunting for Dragon Balls. I'll check back with you guys later," Piccolo stated, and flew off. Dende and Mr. Popo looked at Bulma, then glanced at each other, and went back to Bulma.
"Would you like to sit down, Mrs. Vegeta? We have some very comfortable chairs here, and I can bring an extra pillow for your back if you need it," Mr. Popo offered brightly. Bulma thought about it for a moment.
"Yeah, that sounds good. And how about something to eat?" Bulma gave them a weary smile. She hadn't had anything to eat in hours, and she knew that was bad for the baby. It was already very late, and she hadn't had supper and had barely eaten anything for lunch. Despite all of the stress she was under, she now found she was starving.
"Of course! Anything you like!" Mr. Popo nodded. "Just tell me, and I'll make it for you as quick as I can!" Bulma sighed and rubbed her neck as she tried to think of what sounded appetizing.
"Roast chicken and garlic mashed potatoes, maybe with cheesecake for dessert. . .and a glass of iced tea," she said. "If that's not too much trouble."
"Not at all! I've cooked for Saiyans; a small order like that is nothing!" Mr. Popo grinned cheerfully, and then realized what he'd said and pulled back his smile. "And I'm sure I'll cook for them again." he said quietly. Bulma looked away and gave a grim nod.
"They'll pull through this. . .somehow," she sighed softly. Dende gently led her to a place to sit while Mr. Popo dashed off to make her food.
"I'm sorry the Senzu beans didn't help. . .I'd go and try my powers, but they wouldn't work either," Dende said, his eyes glittering with sorrow.
"How do you know?" Bulma asked quickly. If there was a chance he was wrong, then there was a chance to save her family and friends.
"Back on New Namek, before I left, one of the villagers was bitten by a poisonous creature. I tried my power on the bite, but it only soothed the pain - the venom was still there causing damage as quick as I could heal it," he answered as Bulma sat in the cushioned chair he'd brought her to. It sat beside a heavy oak table, obviously where her meal was going to be brought.
"Oh. Damn," Bulma muttered. Then she winced and her hands pressed her belly.
"What?!" Dende jumped a mile into the air. "What is it?! What's wrong?!"
"Nothing. . .Saiyan babies can just really kick when they put their minds to it," Bulma waved off his concern and almost laughed at his over-reaction. She didn't feel like laughing, though.
"What a relief. . .you scared me there for a minute," Dende sighed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to," Bulma answered quietly, resting her head in her hand. Dende fidgeted uncomfortably for a few moments.
"I'm. . .gonna go get that iced tea you asked for," he finally said. "Be right back." He then took off quickly. Bulma hardly noticed the young Namek's departure. She reached, tentatively, through the Bond to Vegeta's soul. ((Vegeta. . .)) she called quietly. ((Vegeta. . .)) No answer came. The pain was blazing even higher than before, and she knew then that Vegeta was beyond her reach for now. A soft sob escaped her mouth and tears slid down her cheeks again.

The night dragged on until the sun finally rose the next day. Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, and 18 had left hours prior to hunt for the last remaining hope - the Dragon Balls. Chi-chi murmured pointless words of comfort to her husband and sons, soothing Goku's and Goten's sweaty brows as Videl did the same for Gohan. Goku focused on Chi-chi's face as much as he could, but the darkness was pulling him down. He was afraid to go to sleep, afraid that he might not awake again; but he ached for a way to escape the pain, and finally his mind and body surrendered and his eyes fell closed.
"Sorry. . . . .Chi-chi. . ." he whispered before he passed out completely.
"GOKU!" Chi-chi shrieked, her hands flying to his chest and face. The machines beeped slowly and quietly, and his chest rose and fell with each burning breath. "Please. . .please, not again!" Chi-chi whispered, lying her head on his chest for a moment. After a few seconds she lifted her head again and leaned in close to his face. "Goku, I know I can be. . .bitchy, and mean, and unreasonable, and. . .and a dozen other bad things, but please. . .don't die again and leave me," she whispered as she stroked his face, and then began sobbing again. Kari abruptly coughed harshly, moaned, and lapsed back into unconsciousness as well.

Vegeta stood at the edge of a line of shadows beside a wide, open meadow filled with near-blinding sunlight. Bulma and Trunks were out in the meadow, having a picnic. His breath caught when he saw the small bundle Bulma carefully held, and as he watched it, a tiny hand reached up and grasped one of Bulma's long fingers. ((The new baby! How long have I been away?)) Vegeta wondered. Bulma suddenly looked up and saw him, and she and Trunks called to him and waved him over. He went to step forward, only to hit a solid barricade and stumble back. He stared at the apparently empty air for a moment, and then reached out and touched the invisible wall. Bulma looked at him in confusion, and he started striking the wall repeatedly. It gave no sign of weakening, no matter how vicious his onslaught became.
"Feh. Fool," a voice said, and Vegeta pivoted around.
"Who's there?!" he yelled.
"You can't go there," The voice answered, ignoring his question. Vegeta scowled.
"Why the hell not?!" Vegeta demanded.
"You are a creature of the Dark. You were born of the Dark, and you will die in the Dark," the voice said. "This is as close as you get."
"Talk sense!" Vegeta snarled and began to raise his ki.
"You are Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, ruler of butchers, and a cold- blooded killer. Such a person has no place in the Light," the voice stated calmly. A smirk slowly pulled Vegeta's lips up.
"That's where you're wrong, friend. That was a long time ago - I actually qualify as a good soul now. This is a trick, and a poor one at that. Now, LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Vegeta bellowed.
"How could you marry this mass-murdering bastard? Do you have any clue as to the atrocities he's guilty of? He reeks of innocent blood!" Odan's voice suddenly rang through the dark woods.
"They sold my planet to someone who wanted more choice real estate! 8 billion lives for a small monetary gain! Bastards! Murdering bastards!!" the voice of the Col who had been at the hospital screamed next.
"Shut up!!" Vegeta roared and went up to Super Saiyan. He turned from the dark woods and slammed against the barrier again. Voices began screaming around him, calling out to his past. Suddenly, the barrier shattered and Vegeta dashed out into the warm sun. Bulma and Trunks came running up to him looking concerned, but he only smiled and pulled them to him. The darkness tried to reach for him, but the sun burned it and it recoiled, unable to even get close to him. Vegeta sighed softly, and pulled back a step. Bulma smiled at him with the special, loving smile she only gave him. Then the colors began to blur and the pain seeped in again. ((Oh, Kami, make it stop, I want to stay here, I want to stay, oh, it hurts, it hurts, Kami help me)) Vegeta's mind cried in a way it never had before as he felt like he was falling into a deep, dark pit.

Kari stood alone in a long hallway. Windows lined the hallway, framing the stars outside. She started walking down it, and listened to whispers coming up and down the hall. She swallowed dryly as the whispers grew louder.
"There are no others. You're alone," one voice said.
"Monsters! You came to our world and destroyed everything!" a second voice hissed. Kari began to run.
"What do you mean, how could we do this? Get rid of the worst plague this universe has ever known? Bring justice to untold billions of souls? We can do this with the greatest of ease and joy! How can _you_ do this, tell us we're wrong, defend these. . .these. . .kami-damned mother-fucking sons-of-bitches?!" the voice of one of the assassins came next.
"I never did anything except look for others like me! THERE'S NO BLOOD ON MY HANDS, YOU BASTARDS!!" Kari screamed in reply. "Where is everyone?!?!"
"There are no others. You're alone," a soft voice answered. Kari gritted her teeth as she recognized the voice as belonging to one of the scientists who worked at the lab where she'd been held. They had all lied and told her she was the only Saiyan left; except she heard them discussing others off and on several times over the years.
"No, I'm not!" she shrieked, shaking her head and making her long, black hair fly. "I found them! I found them!" Her legs gave out, and as she fell she felt pain stab through her. The floor disappeared, and Kari plummeted into the endless dark that took its place.

Goku could see Chi-chi far off in the distance, but no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't seem to get to her. He could hear her crying, and knew she was in trouble.
"Chi-chi! Chi-chi, what's wrong?" he called out to her in the hopes that she would hear him and stop moving away. She turned to him and reached out a hand for him. Her face was wet with tears.
"Why?" she said. "Why do you always leave me? Do you hate me so much?"
"What?!!" Goku skidded to a halt. "What did you say?! How could you ever think that?! I. . .!" Goku pleaded.
"Even their children are killers! They send babies to purge planets! Babies! One was sent to my home! They live for battle! How can you say they're innocent?!" the voice of one the assassins suddenly cut through his thoughts. Goku gasped for air.
"We sent you here to clear this planet. But it seems you forgot your mission!" Raditz's voice barked. Goku's head was spinning. The truth was so ugly and painful; he loathed to think about it. He was sent to Earth as a baby, to kill everyone. If he had succeeded. . .he never would have known Chi-chi, never would have had his wonderful sons, never would have met his friends. It made him sick just thinking about it. Goku growled in determination and flew to Chi-chi, wrapping his arms around her tightly. ((That's not who I am, not what I am. . .)) he thought to himself.
"Chi-chi, I love you! I never meant to hurt you, I swear!" he said.
"I love you, too, Goku. . .but. . .you have to train, so you leave. . .you die, and you leave. . .and now you're leaving me again. . ." she whispered.
"No! I'm not leaving you again, remember? I promised you I wouldn't!" Goku shook his head quickly. He bent down to kiss her, to feel her lips and warmth and reassure her. Before he connected, she seemed to fade away, and the light vanished as pain bit him. He tried to tighten his grip on her to keep her from disappearing, but she slipped through his embrace like mist. ((No, no, no, no. . .Chi-chi! Chi-chi!)) For a moment, he heard his sons calling to him, but it too vanished into the darkness. ((My family!))

Goku managed to open his eyes, though he couldn't remember closing them, and looked around at the nothing surrounding him. All he could see was Vegeta a few feet away on his right and Kari a few feet to the left. Strange, he'd died twice before, and it had never been like this. Vegeta felt the same way, and it showed. Kari just looked worried and confused.
"Where are we?" Kari asked, and her voice seemed to echo. She knew, somehow, that she wasn't dreaming anymore, and she was talking to the real Vegeta and Goku. They knew it, too.
"I don't know," Goku admitted.
"I think I do. . .if I'm right, we're probably past saving," Vegeta gritted his teeth. Goku and Kari gave him their full attention. "This is what's known as the Rupanoshi - The Last Battlefield. When two or more Saiyans are close to death together, who have fought but never conquered each other, their minds link to give them one last chance to fight. Typically, the first to fall is the first to die."
"My Kami. . ." Kari whispered.
"I'm not fighting you guys here!" Goku said quickly. They looked to him quietly. "We have to conserve our energy if we're going to live long enough to get a cure. I promised Chi-chi I wouldn't leave her again, and I meant it!" Vegeta smirked and tilted his chin up.
"For once, I agree with you, Kakkarot. I don't intend to die before seeing my second son," he said calmly.
"I'm with you guys. Lets pool our powers and fight death instead," Kari nodded, and put a fist forward. Vegeta and Goku mimicked the gesture, and a small ball of light formed between their fists. The three lives linked into a life support system.

Chi-chi and Videl watched in amazement as the life-sign monitors started to pick up a little, and as Goku's, Vegeta's, and Kari's kis rose just a little. They whispered several prayers in hope and thanks to Dende.

The special team of doctors studied the poison in hopes of finding a cure. So far, they had only found a few identifiable chemicals. ((If we can just find the key chemical, then we can make a cure.)) Dr. Botic thought to himself. ((I'd still like to know who did this and why.)) he sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. There were too many mysteries involved here for his taste.

Tien had dozed off after staying awake most of the night, and Chiao- Tzu was gathering up wood for a fire to make a little breakfast. Vac leaned against the far side of their cage, watching their two so-called guards. He reached behind himself slowly and casually, and flattened his right palm against the bars of the cage. A soft glow appeared from his hand and cut through the stone. He rose slowly, his hand still behind him, and about half way up he moved to the right about a foot and a half and knelt down again. He smiled to himself as the three- eyed human and the little doll-creature didn't notice. He loved being able to make such high heat; it wasn't ki, but it did damage. ((Now, if only I could make it into a projectile weapon.)) he thought as they quietly laid the new door onto the forest floor. They ran out at top speed, disappearing before Chiao-Tzu even had time enough to look up.
"Oh no!! Where did they go?!" he cried so loudly Tien woke up.
"What? Huh? WHAT?! How'd they. . .?!" Tien stared at the hole in the back of the stone cage. "Oh, shit! We have to get to the hospital and warn them!" he snapped, and they took to the air. As Halter, Bosen, and Vac watched the ki streaks fly off, they took off as well; they needed some supplies from their ship before they went to the strange floating palace the Namek-Traitor-To-All-Life had taken the pregnant wife of the Saiyan Prince.

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So how do you stop someone who has nothing left to lose? Be here next time for chapter 5: A Cure? Battle at the Lookout.

I know this is pretty heavy emotionally, but by golly, how else would they react in a situation like this? Want to tell me what you think? E-mail me at NansJns@aol.com! If my address doesn't work, send your comments to my brother Scorpinac@aol.com. He'll pass them on to me after a Final Flash through his bedroom.