Red Death SailorMercy

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"Zzzzzz..." Was the soft snoring that came from the bedroom, the occupants curled within each other's arms as they slept peacefully, oblivious to the tumultuous changes going on in the outside world.

"Ahhhh!" Goku shot up from his bed in a heartbeat, breathing heavily, as he felt the immense energy of some being not far from him. It seemed to rip a hole through the peace and tranquility that had remained in his dreams, shattering any sense of normalcy that might have resided before. This was new. And he did not like it, no, not one bit.

There was a strange feeling in the vibrations caused by the energy, almost cold with the waves he felt. There was something dark about this energy, evil definitely but at the same time so.... He couldn't quite understand it to be honest. But there was something almost pure about the energy. It gave him chills just thinking about it, the shivers running up and down his spine even as he sat upright, covered in blankets from his bed.

'10 years', he thought, feeling sickness puddle into the bottom of his stomach. '10 years since I defeated Buu. what now?"

The ideas were enough to make him queasy even without his over active imagination. He did not want to think about it. If he had to go through losing his family again, he sighed aloud, dreading even thinking such a thing, he knew it would make him go crazy.

Speaking of family, he turned towards Chi Chi, gazing at his beautiful black haired wife, watching her frail body as it raised over and over in sleep. So, his cry had not awakened her. She was still deep, deep in her peaceful slumber, dreaming of past and present adventures that he could only wonder of in the confines of his own mind.

All the same, an emptiness arose within him, alerting him to the loneliness he felt without her awake with him to contemplate this new enemy. There was something utterly accursed about lying beside someone and fearing the future by yourself, knowing that if they awoke you'd be entitled to tell them the truth, despite the dire consequences it would have.

He shook his head, clearing it of such things. He had things to do, obligations and a world to defend. But right now? He needed to alert the rest.

Although he was pretty sure that everyone had experienced what he had, he dove out from underneath the covers on a course for the phone.

He toyed with the appealing idea that perhaps it was nothing more than a bad dream, scaring him but unknown to the others. Perhaps even this was a nightmare and he'd soon awaken within his wife's arms, held tightly to her breast as he slept peacefully by her side the rest of the night.

But as he went to reach for the phone with unsteady fingers, it rang. He played with the predicament of not answering the phone at all, and simply returning to his bed, warm beside his Chi Chi. He lowered his head in shame, cursing every time he even toyed with such a selfish idea. With power came powerful obligations.

Still, as his cold, numb fingers slid towards it, he felt a familiar fear boil forth, the fear of the future and how his answering this call could alter it, the fear of the unknown and what or whom he would hear about over the line. However, in the end he picked it up as he knew he would, slowly holding it to his ear, listening to the breathing on the other end. Not surprisingly, he got exactly what he feared.

"Get over here now, with.... with everyone," came the gruff voice of Vegeta, deep and throaty with its commands. Only slightly could Goku hear the very same fear dwindling in the other Saiyan's tone, reflecting the own he felt. Hearing a click, he listened to the monotone buzz float into his ears on the other end.

Just as he'd been asked, or order to be more précised, he instantly transmitted everyone to Capsule Corp, only taking a few short minutes in order to do so.

'Dende help us,' He thought grimly as he stepped into the kitchen from the back door, hearing the hinges creak as he closed it.

Deep in thought, or to be more exact, deep in worry, Vegeta did not notice the back door being opened or the many men who came in with the sudden intrusion.

"Ve-Vegeta," stammered Goku, an underlining of uncertainty tracing his words.

"Huh?" replied Vegeta startled, lifting his head towards their direction.

"Oh, When did you imbeciles get here?"

"We've been here for 5 minutes", replied Krillen, his light, easy going voice a tad bit stern, marking the occasion for what it was. Unusual.

"Feh!" was his only reply.

"Vegeta," Stepped up Goku, eyes lowered with the seriousness they only held in such situations. "I know why you called us here, we.... we all know." He stammered, looking from one set of eyes to the other.

"We felt it even, even Tien who was on another planet!"

Vegeta only stared, apparently unimpressed.

"We need to pinpoint it." The younger Saiyan continued. "Where..... where's Bulma? I think I can."

He stopped as he saw Vegeta's fist turn as white as the marble on the table, his knuckles standing out underneath the tightened flesh of his clenched hand. The sultry look on his face was not one foreign to the younger Saiyan as he recognized it instantly. With all his might, Vegeta was trying to hide his emotions, stifle his anger and keep on his cold mask that he normally wore so well.

If anything was his true enemy, it was Vegeta's own eyes that gave him away. They looked painful, almost as if they were burning, the muscle tensing with strain. He wanted to cry.

Goku saw it but said nothing, knowing all too well the fury that the older Saiyan could ignite if pushed too far.

"She's gone." Vegeta said blandly, as if uncaring though his closest friend knew otherwise.

"What do you mean she's gone", asked 18 year old Trunks groggily, having been woken up from his slumber on the couch by Piccolo.

"She disappeared this morning when..." The handsome Prince swallowed his pain, sweat glistening upon his brow as he contained the anger that boiled forth. "when we were in bed."

For the first time in his life he had to explain something to the Z-fighters, withholding nothing from them. He told them of her transformation, her prediction, and her plea. Everything. They remained silent as he spoke, each word raspy and quick as it was spat forth.

Lowering his eyes and gazing into that of his Saiyan counterpart, he spoke in a low voice laden with sadness.

"She is the new enemy."

"WHAT?!" Cried Trunk's, pushing himself to his feet. "You can NOT be serious!"

He couldn't believe this crap. No. He WOULDN'T believe this crap. His mom.HIS MOM could NOT be the cause of the chill that ran down his spine a couple of hours ago while he slept in feverish dreams. NO, he shook his head. He refuse to believe it.

Admittedly, he loved his father. That much was obvious even to the cold man that stared at him now with nothing less than absolute loathing for such an outburst. Shaking his head once more, Trunks glared at his father. No, this he could not believe.

Being the model father figure we all know him to be, Vegeta did just about the only thing he knew to do when he had been thought of a fool, smacking his son hard. Hard enough for him to go through the living room wall, plaster and concrete flying every which way.

Shocked by his fathers' actions, though he HAD been smacked before when they sparred, Trunk's remained silent. True, Vegeta had never been one to withhold the iron fist, this was a totally different experience. There wasn't just blind anger and tough love lacing the fist that had connected with his cheek, but the pain and hurt of his son's mistrust that had truly been the cause for such rash action.

Realizing that indeed his father wasn't lying, Trunks lowered his head, dismissing and accepting the punishment for such mistrust.

None in attendance said anything, including Goku, as they simply watched the silent exchange.

"As I was SAYING," Remarked Vegeta harshly. "SHE is the new enemy. But a greater force is also controlling her. We have to find her and get her back. Soon." He added, feeling the thickness of tears trying to free themselves into his eyes.

Krillen couldn't help but snicker at this show of affection from Vegeta of all people.

Noticing the bald man's antics, Goku threw a paper ball at his head, immediately quieting the fidgeting midget. They continued talking on a course of action for the remainder of the night going into day, watching the stars pale into the rising sun.
*****

So here she was, she sighed. Back in the swamp, go figure, but at least in a different part.

Awaiting orders. Or at least that was what Myo was there for.

Myo.... Myo. The girl from her dreams, dressed in the short red skity and bandana halter top. Little had Bulma known, she'd been Myo the entire time. Her own enemy, her own torturer.

Myo, THIS was her alter ego. She was a dangerous kind of beautiful. Her entire attitude spoke blood and violence. She was a killer and she loved it. There was a coldness, an isolation around this woman who was Bulma's other side.

However, Bulma was sure she never thought about killing anyone, not seriously anyways. And yet here she sat, unable to do anything but sit in the back of her own mind, literally watching through the eyes that were once hers. And yet, she waited patiently, knowing that eventually, she would be set free.

BOOM!

The sound resonated through the thick swap, making the water ripple with its volume.

Myo suddenly bowed as a woman stood in front of her, Bulma watching carefully from the windows that were her own eyes.

The woman was covered with black skin which seem to glow, gold and silver hues dancing upon the soft flesh with each slight movement of the graceful body. She was also very beautiful, glossy orange hair reminding Bulma of fire, slipping straight down her back. But what really caught Bulma's attention were the woman's eyes.

They were purple. Purple? Ha! Of all the colors in the rainbow! Bulma would of guessed red, orange or even perhaps black. But Purple? Well, to say the least was nowhere in that color scheme.

Before Bulma could size up the women in front of Myo, the intriguing woman spoke.

"Myo." Came the soft, yet commanding voice. "You have successfully completed part one of our plan. Good," A smirk rose to the woman's pink lips. "Very good."

"I need no praise." Bulma heard Myo speak proudly. "I only do as I'm told Mistress Flame."

"Yes." Replied the mysterious woman. "Yes you do. But now you must retire and let me speak with the woman you have come to share this body with."

"Yes Mistress." In the back of Myo's mind, she heard an indignant hmph! "Share? Yeah right."

With a short chant from Mistress Flame, Bulma found herself standing before the orange haired maiden, back in her bedroom attire.

"Hmmm." Sighed the purple eyed woman, her fierce gaze glazing across the features of her captive's face.

"You are quite a natural beauty. I must say I am very pleased with Myo's choice." spoke Flame, still closely examining the other woman, almost seductively.

"So you mean you guys never...." Bulma stammered, unsure of how to word her question. "You never had me picked as a target in the first place?

Laughter was her reply as Flame threw her head back.

"Oh no, no, no we did child." The creature cooed. "But we have changed our original intentions."

"Which were?" Spat Bulma rudely.

"None of your damn business!" Flamed yelled, suddenly becoming ugly in her rage. Bulma, admittedly a bit taken back by the outburst, just stood there dumbly unsure of what to do.

The other woman visibly calmed herself, brushing imaginary dust from her thighs.

"I'm sorry Miss Bulma." She said smoothly. "Excuse my outburst. Although I have you here to kill you friends and your...husband." She spat the word as if sickened by its hidden meaning.

" My wish is that we will be able to communicate honestly with one another." She spoke Bulma's fate carelessly, revealing cruel intentions as if they were nothing more than a day on the job. Child's play.

"You will be here for quite a while I'm afraid." Spoke the enchantress. "That is until we attack and make our presents known."

Before Bulma could get a word in edgewise Flame continued.

"You will learn how to fight along with Myo, and you will listen just as she does, and if you refuse?" She smiled satanically. "Well, you will die and Myo will take responsibility of your body entirely." she explained heartlessly.

"Hmm just out of plain curiosity.." Spoke Bulma quietly, tapping her chin as if in mock confusion.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST FUCKIN DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"

The outburst was received with a cold look crossing over Flame's false concern.

" O dear Bulma." She spoke softly. "You humans can be SO naïve." A wicked smile stretched her cheeks.

"Why, I need you to kill Vegeta of course."

Bulma felt sick, leaning towards the taller woman as she spoke the one word she intended to stick by.

"Never..." She whispered manically.

Flame seemed unaffected.

"Oh." She sighed, dismissing the matter with a curt flick of her wrist.

"But haven't you noticed by now angel?" Her expression darkened. "You have no choice, you do as I say when I say."

"Now." She sighed lazily, sitting down in a chair.

"I'm getting annoyed with your presence. Go."

"You may have my body." Bulma spoke slowly, each word its own promise as she felt herself fading back into the holding cell of her mind.

"But you will NEVER control me."

As the clothes begin to dwindle, Flame could still hear the captive's angry announcements.

".and you wanted us to communicate my ass."

With that said Myo stood before Mistress Flame again.