Disclaimer: I don't own any of the charaters except Patricia, Millie,
Orlando, Annalesi, Taminia, and Derek. I think that's all of them?? Well,
Gabi and Tiffany are real people, kay.
AN: Well, sorry this took a while. I was just so lazy to put another chapter up and I'm working on this other story called "Across the Universe" and I've been on Stories.com. Well, for those who are wondering my charater Millie was really suppose to be me, but then I'm like I can't kill myself off! Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and Thank you all who reviewed ^_^
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-A Dark Age-
-Chapter Seven-
-A Hope For Freedom-
"Patricia," Trunks hissed, at the break of dawn.
Patricia opened her eyes and grumbled, "What?"
"I found out where the camps were and we need to get there fast," He explained.
"So, you mean we're going to go and save the others?" Patricia asked, getting up quickly. Trunks nodded and the two continued running north to the others.
~*~
Gohan looked at Tiffany. There was something in the back of his head telling him that that girl wasn't her, but an impostor. He stared at her face and compared it with Tiffany's. She had dark black eyes and this girl had light brown eyes. He continued staring and then, turned back to the androids.
He sat down on the floor and pretended to be thinking on an answer. He was really thinking of how he can break the chains around his wrist and escape with Tiffany.
"Well, are you going to answer?" 18 spat at Gohan.
"I'm thinking," he replied.
18 rolled her eyes and started walking towards Gohan. She looked at him and ordered him to get up.
"Wouldn't you want to be with a strong, powerful, and.... a group," 18 said slowly, making sure he got every word.
"Yeah, if it weren't with you guys," he answered.
"I TAKE THAT AS AN INSULT!" 18 shouted.
"Must you yell so loud," 17 asked the angry android.
"At least were not as ugly and weak as that thing," 18 said, pointing towards the tied up girl.
"Look at you," Gohan mumbled.
"Excuse me?" 18 said, turning around sharply and staring Gohan in the eye.
"I said, 'You look as beautiful as that portrait'," Gohan lied, pointing to a portrait of a ballerina that was n on the wall.
18 looked at the portrait and then turned back to Gohan, looking like she would throw up.
"How dare you!" 17 yelled. "You tell her that she's as beautiful as.... that..... thing! Guards remove it out of my sight instantly."
"Well-"
"I don't care if your sorry," #17 interrupted. "If I wasn't feeling SO merciful-"
"Is that even a word?" 18 asked.
"I don't know and I don't care. Any ways, you would be dead!" he finished.
Gohan went back to sitting on the floor, as the two androids went back to sitting in there high chairs.
~*~
"I am so bored," Tiffany stated, resting her head against Bulmas shoulder .
"Welcome to our world," Gabi mumbled.
Tiffany got up and went to the window for some fresh air. She couldn't stand the smell of the camp. Everyday it would get worse, smelling like sweaty socks and especially the scent of people who hadn't showered in days (A/N: This is suppose to be a Dark Age and These people are being treated like garbage so, please don't make fun.). She took in a big deep breath and said with a short laugh, "Gotta love air."
"You got that right," Bulma agreed.
Tiffany looked out into the dark green forest and wished she could be a tree. Being so free and carefree. She went over and sat next to Gabi, letting Taminia take a turn for some fresh air.
"Where do you think Patricia and Trunks are?" Taminia asked, looking out into the forest.
"One things for sure is their having a better time then us," Bulma responded.
"Yeah," Everyone else agreed.
~*~
"There it is," Trunks said, pointing to a large, one floor, brown building on top of a hill. There were guard post in ever corner and wire along the top of the fences. It looked as gloomy as Trunks had said what they were.
"The camp?"
"Yep."
Trunks moved from behind the rock, which was serving as there hiding place, and went closer to the building, Patricia not far behind. They went over to another rock and hid behind there.
"Do you think those guards will ever move?" Patricia whispered to Trunks.
"No," he replied gravely, wondering how they would get in.
The two sat and watched as hundreds of guards circle the camp. Trunks took Patricia and went over to a nearby bush, as a guard came towards their rock.
"Must have been a tiger or bear. You know these woods!" he shouted to a guard up in a tower.
"Do you think he spotted us?" Patricia asked.
"Maybe," Trunks replied, looking up at the tower.
Patricia looked at Trunks and then, back to the brown building. She looked at a window and saw a familiar face.
~*~
"What do you think happened to Gohan?" Orlando asked his older brother, who stared out into the hall waiting for his return.
"Do you think he got killed?" Derek asked, not answering Orlando's question.
"Nah, he's to strong," Orlando replied.
"Oh no, here comes 18," Derek said as he went over to the corner, dragging his brother with him.
"Derek? Orlando?" 18's voice was heard. 18 opened the cell and walked in. "Trying to hide?"
Derek and Orlando stayed silent.
"ANSWER ME!" She screamed.
"N-n-no," Orlando stuttered.
"That's what I thought. Now come with me!"
Derek and Orlando walked out of the cell with 18 and followed her down a long corridor, both wondering where they were going.
They walked inside a hall and found Gohan sitting on the floor, who wondered what they were doing there. He looked at the two and tried to communicate with them through facial expressions, but failed.
"So....." 17 said, in his same dull voice he had always used. "I here you two are friends of Gohan?"
Derek and Orlando both nodded.
"And do you know who's my new best friend?" 17 asked, quite amused at there confused faces. "Gohan, though he can be quite annoying."
"I am?" Gohan asked, dumfounded.
"Yes, you are!"
"No I'm not," Gohan protested quietly.
"Are you disagreeing with me?" 17 asked, getting angry.
"No I'm not!"
"Good!"
~*~
"Halt who goes there!" a guard shouted. He walked over to the bush Patricia and Trunks hid in.
"He's coming after us, Trunks!" Patricia hissed.
"I can tell!" he replied. "If he comes into the bush taking out your sword, all right?"
"But what if we get caught?" Patricia asked.
"Fine, run then into the forest. Quickly!" Trunks hissed, pushing Patricia into the forest they had just come out of.
~*~
"Mistress 18!" A guard yelled as he came running into the hall.
"Yes?"
"There were two rascals trying to get into the forest," the guard explained.
"And did you catch them?" 18 said, examining her nails.
"Well....."
"I ASKED IF YOU CAUGHT THEM!" She shouted, making Derek and Orlando trembled.
"N-n-n-no," the guard stuttered.
"Well, now you'll witness what the gas chambers are like. Bye!" 18 said, quite happy that someone else in the world was going to die.
Guards that stood around the room went over and dragged the screaming man out of the room and into the gas chambers.
"Now, I'll be out having fun chasing rascals," 18 exclaimed, walking out of the room.
"She gets all the fun," 17 mumbled.
~*~
"Excuse?" Taminia said in her up most politest voice to a guard that was standing at the end of the hall.
She walked over and sneered, "Yes?"
"I would like to know when's dinner," Taminia asked as her stomach gave a loud grumble.
"Ha!" the guard laughed. "Dinner! I'll tell you what's for dinner! Stall bread and cold soup. And it'll be here in about an hour."
"Stall bread and cold soup?" Taminia asked the others when the guard had left laughing. "What kind of dinner is that?!"
"Our dinner," Bulma said.
"Don't I feel special," Taminia mumbled.
"Get used to it," Gabi said. "You'll be working in about a week."
"WHAT?!" Taminia shouted, terrified as ever, "but I'm only 12. It's illegal."
"And if you don't do what they say or look healthy," Gabi warned. "They'll send you to the gas chambers. They send about 500 people to one of those a day."
Taminia curled up next to her mom and began wishing she had never opened the lid. "Are we going to die, momma?' she asked, crying.
"No," Annalesi replied gravely, staring out the window, wishing for freedom. "All we have to do is keep our faith and hope that someday we'll be out of here."
"Though we'll still be running," Bulma added.
Tiffany looked at the tiny cell and then, walked over to the window, tears coming down her cheek. She took in a big breath of fresh air and looked down into the forest, wondering where her sister and Trunks were and if they would ever get out of here alive.
A/N: So, there you have it chapter seven. You're all probably wondering why #18 is acting out of her usual self, it's just that I though she was so BORING in the show, so I twisted her attitude around and from now on the parts with Gohan are going to be really boring. I didn't know hat to write, but in the last chapter he isn't so boring. Well, do I have anything else to say?? No I don't well, CYA!
AN: Well, sorry this took a while. I was just so lazy to put another chapter up and I'm working on this other story called "Across the Universe" and I've been on Stories.com. Well, for those who are wondering my charater Millie was really suppose to be me, but then I'm like I can't kill myself off! Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and Thank you all who reviewed ^_^
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-A Dark Age-
-Chapter Seven-
-A Hope For Freedom-
"Patricia," Trunks hissed, at the break of dawn.
Patricia opened her eyes and grumbled, "What?"
"I found out where the camps were and we need to get there fast," He explained.
"So, you mean we're going to go and save the others?" Patricia asked, getting up quickly. Trunks nodded and the two continued running north to the others.
~*~
Gohan looked at Tiffany. There was something in the back of his head telling him that that girl wasn't her, but an impostor. He stared at her face and compared it with Tiffany's. She had dark black eyes and this girl had light brown eyes. He continued staring and then, turned back to the androids.
He sat down on the floor and pretended to be thinking on an answer. He was really thinking of how he can break the chains around his wrist and escape with Tiffany.
"Well, are you going to answer?" 18 spat at Gohan.
"I'm thinking," he replied.
18 rolled her eyes and started walking towards Gohan. She looked at him and ordered him to get up.
"Wouldn't you want to be with a strong, powerful, and.... a group," 18 said slowly, making sure he got every word.
"Yeah, if it weren't with you guys," he answered.
"I TAKE THAT AS AN INSULT!" 18 shouted.
"Must you yell so loud," 17 asked the angry android.
"At least were not as ugly and weak as that thing," 18 said, pointing towards the tied up girl.
"Look at you," Gohan mumbled.
"Excuse me?" 18 said, turning around sharply and staring Gohan in the eye.
"I said, 'You look as beautiful as that portrait'," Gohan lied, pointing to a portrait of a ballerina that was n on the wall.
18 looked at the portrait and then turned back to Gohan, looking like she would throw up.
"How dare you!" 17 yelled. "You tell her that she's as beautiful as.... that..... thing! Guards remove it out of my sight instantly."
"Well-"
"I don't care if your sorry," #17 interrupted. "If I wasn't feeling SO merciful-"
"Is that even a word?" 18 asked.
"I don't know and I don't care. Any ways, you would be dead!" he finished.
Gohan went back to sitting on the floor, as the two androids went back to sitting in there high chairs.
~*~
"I am so bored," Tiffany stated, resting her head against Bulmas shoulder .
"Welcome to our world," Gabi mumbled.
Tiffany got up and went to the window for some fresh air. She couldn't stand the smell of the camp. Everyday it would get worse, smelling like sweaty socks and especially the scent of people who hadn't showered in days (A/N: This is suppose to be a Dark Age and These people are being treated like garbage so, please don't make fun.). She took in a big deep breath and said with a short laugh, "Gotta love air."
"You got that right," Bulma agreed.
Tiffany looked out into the dark green forest and wished she could be a tree. Being so free and carefree. She went over and sat next to Gabi, letting Taminia take a turn for some fresh air.
"Where do you think Patricia and Trunks are?" Taminia asked, looking out into the forest.
"One things for sure is their having a better time then us," Bulma responded.
"Yeah," Everyone else agreed.
~*~
"There it is," Trunks said, pointing to a large, one floor, brown building on top of a hill. There were guard post in ever corner and wire along the top of the fences. It looked as gloomy as Trunks had said what they were.
"The camp?"
"Yep."
Trunks moved from behind the rock, which was serving as there hiding place, and went closer to the building, Patricia not far behind. They went over to another rock and hid behind there.
"Do you think those guards will ever move?" Patricia whispered to Trunks.
"No," he replied gravely, wondering how they would get in.
The two sat and watched as hundreds of guards circle the camp. Trunks took Patricia and went over to a nearby bush, as a guard came towards their rock.
"Must have been a tiger or bear. You know these woods!" he shouted to a guard up in a tower.
"Do you think he spotted us?" Patricia asked.
"Maybe," Trunks replied, looking up at the tower.
Patricia looked at Trunks and then, back to the brown building. She looked at a window and saw a familiar face.
~*~
"What do you think happened to Gohan?" Orlando asked his older brother, who stared out into the hall waiting for his return.
"Do you think he got killed?" Derek asked, not answering Orlando's question.
"Nah, he's to strong," Orlando replied.
"Oh no, here comes 18," Derek said as he went over to the corner, dragging his brother with him.
"Derek? Orlando?" 18's voice was heard. 18 opened the cell and walked in. "Trying to hide?"
Derek and Orlando stayed silent.
"ANSWER ME!" She screamed.
"N-n-no," Orlando stuttered.
"That's what I thought. Now come with me!"
Derek and Orlando walked out of the cell with 18 and followed her down a long corridor, both wondering where they were going.
They walked inside a hall and found Gohan sitting on the floor, who wondered what they were doing there. He looked at the two and tried to communicate with them through facial expressions, but failed.
"So....." 17 said, in his same dull voice he had always used. "I here you two are friends of Gohan?"
Derek and Orlando both nodded.
"And do you know who's my new best friend?" 17 asked, quite amused at there confused faces. "Gohan, though he can be quite annoying."
"I am?" Gohan asked, dumfounded.
"Yes, you are!"
"No I'm not," Gohan protested quietly.
"Are you disagreeing with me?" 17 asked, getting angry.
"No I'm not!"
"Good!"
~*~
"Halt who goes there!" a guard shouted. He walked over to the bush Patricia and Trunks hid in.
"He's coming after us, Trunks!" Patricia hissed.
"I can tell!" he replied. "If he comes into the bush taking out your sword, all right?"
"But what if we get caught?" Patricia asked.
"Fine, run then into the forest. Quickly!" Trunks hissed, pushing Patricia into the forest they had just come out of.
~*~
"Mistress 18!" A guard yelled as he came running into the hall.
"Yes?"
"There were two rascals trying to get into the forest," the guard explained.
"And did you catch them?" 18 said, examining her nails.
"Well....."
"I ASKED IF YOU CAUGHT THEM!" She shouted, making Derek and Orlando trembled.
"N-n-n-no," the guard stuttered.
"Well, now you'll witness what the gas chambers are like. Bye!" 18 said, quite happy that someone else in the world was going to die.
Guards that stood around the room went over and dragged the screaming man out of the room and into the gas chambers.
"Now, I'll be out having fun chasing rascals," 18 exclaimed, walking out of the room.
"She gets all the fun," 17 mumbled.
~*~
"Excuse?" Taminia said in her up most politest voice to a guard that was standing at the end of the hall.
She walked over and sneered, "Yes?"
"I would like to know when's dinner," Taminia asked as her stomach gave a loud grumble.
"Ha!" the guard laughed. "Dinner! I'll tell you what's for dinner! Stall bread and cold soup. And it'll be here in about an hour."
"Stall bread and cold soup?" Taminia asked the others when the guard had left laughing. "What kind of dinner is that?!"
"Our dinner," Bulma said.
"Don't I feel special," Taminia mumbled.
"Get used to it," Gabi said. "You'll be working in about a week."
"WHAT?!" Taminia shouted, terrified as ever, "but I'm only 12. It's illegal."
"And if you don't do what they say or look healthy," Gabi warned. "They'll send you to the gas chambers. They send about 500 people to one of those a day."
Taminia curled up next to her mom and began wishing she had never opened the lid. "Are we going to die, momma?' she asked, crying.
"No," Annalesi replied gravely, staring out the window, wishing for freedom. "All we have to do is keep our faith and hope that someday we'll be out of here."
"Though we'll still be running," Bulma added.
Tiffany looked at the tiny cell and then, walked over to the window, tears coming down her cheek. She took in a big breath of fresh air and looked down into the forest, wondering where her sister and Trunks were and if they would ever get out of here alive.
A/N: So, there you have it chapter seven. You're all probably wondering why #18 is acting out of her usual self, it's just that I though she was so BORING in the show, so I twisted her attitude around and from now on the parts with Gohan are going to be really boring. I didn't know hat to write, but in the last chapter he isn't so boring. Well, do I have anything else to say?? No I don't well, CYA!
