Silent Cries

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son.

Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Rape, Alcohol and Drug use.

Rated R

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Kitai sighed and plopped down on her bed. 2:15. Goten and Trunks had continued their act of stupidity until 2:00, when Bulma reminded everyone it was only 1 day until Christmas and that everyone should get to bed.

No one, for some reason, had even gone near the room though, for the last day whole day, so Yamcha was left in the closet for a while. Goten and Trunks had yet again continued the cherade of last night tonight, so there was but 1 day left until Christmas.

Bra had decided to sleep downstairs on the sofa, for some reason. Goten and Trunks were sleeping on the floor of Trunks's room, Vegeta and Bulma were sleeping on the floor of their room, with Goku and Chi-Chi on the bed in Vegeta and Bulma's room, and Gohan, Videl and Pan were sleeping on the bed in Trunks's room.

A screwy sleeping arrangement, but still, everyone slept somewhere.

Kitai rubbed her head and groaned, curling up in a tight ball. Her tail wrapped around her waist, while she layed on one arm. 'Tail...Headache....Tail...Headache....Ki energy in the closet....Headache....Tail....Head-KI ENERGY IN THE CLOSET?!' Kitai sat up alertly and looked at the closet right next to the guest bed that had been set up for her. She swallowed nervously and swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up. The blinds were closed, and the room was dimly lit. And we all know why the blinds were closed, don't we? Good students.

Kitai stood up and cautiously stepped forward, opening the closet door. She sighed relievedly. Empty except for Bra's clothes and a couple shelves of shoes. She rubbed her eyes groggily and twitched. The ki wasn't in the closet. It was right behind her.

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Vegeta and Goku tiptoed down the stairs, being sure not to wake anyone. Their surprise? Decorating the Christmas Tree, of course!

Vegeta whacked Goku, who had stopped to look at a painting of a candy cane Trunks had done when he was 7.

He dragged him down the rest of the stairs, mumbling how even for a saiya-jin his appetite was unbelieveable. Vegeta crept into the kitchen and grabbed scissors, tape, and the wrapping paper from the drawer, walking out to see Goku with his hand full of the string-popcorn, the presents and a box of ornaments.

He mumbled something else and kicked Goku in the shin, grinning as he dropped the presents. "Vegeta! Be nice!"

Vegeta held back a laugh. "Suuuure Kakarot. Suuuuuuuure."

They both crept into the living room and put the stuff down, beginning to fiddle with one thing or another. "Hey Vegeta?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anymore popcorn?"

"...Kakarot, did you eat the popcorn on the string?"

"......Yes."

Vegeta hit Goku on the side of the head and looked at him, seeing him tangled in string.

He began to wrap the presents up and attempt to tape them, before looking at Goku who had tied himself in knots with the string. "The string is supposed to go on the tree, Kakarot."

"The tape is supposed to go on the wrapping paper, Vegeta!" He pointed at the long line of taped that ran down Vegeta's forehead, turned right at his chest, wrapped around both of his legs, came back up to his right arm and finished at the tip of his hair, which had a couple of ornaments in it.

"...SO WHAT!"

"You have a star on the top of your hair, Vegeta."

"Eh?"

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Kitai stood face to face with Yamcha, clenching her fist. She immediately drove her fist into his gut watching him bend over screeching. She jumped back and glared at Yamcha, gathering her ki energy.

Yamcha swiftly recovered and managed to defend the ki blast, sending it right back to Kitai.

She winced and flew back, hitting the wall. She rubbed the back of her head, reminding herself no matter how much she had trained, that couldn't replace fighting experience. The experience she lacked.

Kitai snapped out of the thoughts and flew sideways, just managing to avoid the ki blast Yamcha had thrown at her. She took a deep breathe and squinted her eyes to see Yamcha's face in the dark. He had the third scar on his face. The one SHE had left him with.

She smirked at the sight of it and used her instant transmission to teleport right behind Yamcha, kicking him in the back of his head.

He winced and hit the floor with a loud clunk, staying down for a while.

Kitai flew down to him and attacked him viciously, with fury punches any chance she could get in. he paused after a while and looked at the bloody mess Yamcha was. He had been standing up, receiving all her blows with no defense. She watched him fall backwards and she instantly grabbed a black hooded cloak she had and opened the window, covering her face with the cloak as she flew off into the night.

She instantly landed infront of the house she had grown up in, forcing the door open. She pulled the hood down and peered inside. It was a wreck. She couldn't imagine what her punishment would've been if she let the house get like this when she was living there.

But she wasn't living there. Not anymore, anyways. Thank god. She proceeded to look around and walked into the living room, seeing the old smash glass dent. She whimpered slightly and headed up the stairs, looking around.

She slid into Yamcha's room and looked around. It was the exact same way as the day she had left it. She sighed and plopped onto the dead, sighing happily. "I'm not here anymore....Thank Dende..."

Her eyes slowly drifted closed. "I can...Stay here for a bit......Just to get everything off my chest..."

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Yamcha peeked one eye open at some little bitch's voice. Screaming, yeeling, crying, whatever the hell it was doing, it was annoying. He closed his eyes and gathered his ki, sending it towards the little girl's ki. He pushed himself up and turned his attention, seeing a little blue haired-girl on the floor. "Shit, that Bulma's daughter..."

"BRA!" Goten ran out of Trunks's room with his pajamas on, rushing towards her room.

Yamcha cursed and ran into the closet, leaving an unconscious Bra lying on the ground.

Goten gasped and rushed over to her side. "Bra! Bra, can you hear me?!"

Bra peeked her eyes open weakly, looking up at Goten. She forced a smiled. "Goten..."

"Aww Bra, what happened?"

Yamcha sweatdropped and prepared a ki blast, jumping out of the closet and hitting Goten. He watched Goku's youngest son fall to the floor, knocked out cold. Bra squeeked and layed her head back, closing her eyes. Yamcha took a deep breathe.

"Almost got caugh-"

"Yamcha."

Yamcha turned his attention to see the lavender-haired teenager standing in the doorway. Trunks glared at Yamcha and ran at him, sending a ki blast. Yamcha immediately fell back, surprised by the ki attack.

Trunks prepared another blast and sent it out, staring blankly as Yamcha sent it right back at him, knocking him against the wall. Trunks winced as a small line of blood ran down his forehead, his eyes dropping heavily.

Yamcha glared at him and kicked him as he walked downstairs, following Vegeta and Goku's ki.

Vegeta glared at Yamcha as he saw him come into view. Him and Goku had been tied up since late night, and it was now Christmas day. "YAMCHA!"

Yamcha snickered and gathered a ki ball, watching the nervous expression on Goku and Vegeta's face appeared. He glanced up and saw Gohan at the staircase, sending a ki blast at him and wincing as he watched him fall down the stairs, landing on his neck.

Gohan groaned in pain and rolled a bit, holding his neck with his arms and staying completely still.

"GOHAN!" Goku's eyes widened as he watched his oldest child fall, his mouth dropping open. "Gohan..."

Yamcha kicked Goku in the side of the head, somehow managing to drag them into the closet. He locked the door from the outside and grinned wickedly, hearing Goku and Vegeta pounding on the door from the inside. "Now where'd the little slut go..."

Meanwhile, Kitai's eyes pierced open. "...Daddy? Gohan? Goten? TRUNKS??? BRA?!" She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around. It was the bright of day. She had felt their kis all disappear, which had somehow gotten to her. She went into Super Saiyan of fright, her hair spiked. She flew out the window, ignoring the stinging sensation of the glass cutting into her skin as she flew in the air.

The glass continued to pierce deeper into her skin from wind impact, but she ignored it. She had to. For Goku's sake. For Gohan. For Goten. For Brea. For Trunks.

She paused as she appeared on the balcony of Trunks's room. She looked at the glass and groaned, pulling on the doorknob. "Not again..."

She slammed her shoulder into the glass and winced, looking at Videl and Pan who sat up from the noise. She laughed nervously and ran down the hall, pausing as she saw Trunks's body laying limp on the door. She covered her mouth in horror and walked over to him, hugging him. "Trunks.....I'm so sorry......"

"I bet you are."

Kitai turned around and saw Yamcha, fire brewing in her eyes.

"Goten, Trunks and Bra are layed out there. Gohan's layed out downstairs, and Vegeta and your father are locked in the closet. It was fun killing your siblings and your boyfriend's sister. It really was."

She looked back at them. "Dead? ...No...They....Can't be.....They aren't dead, I can still sense their ki!"

"All you're sensing is your father and Vegeta's ki. Then again, how would you know, you can barely keep control of your own ki." He held the pistol out and pointed it at her. "Ja ne, Kitai Son."

Kitai's eyes widened and she backed away cautiously.

Yamcha winced and kneeled over, holding himself.

Kitai blinked and looked at Pan, who was behind him. She smiled and ran back into the room innocently.

Kitai looked back at Trunks, Goten and Bra, tears forming in her eyes. "...They're...Dead...It's all my fault.........No." She glared at Yamcha. "It's YOUR fault! I'm not letting you get away with this!!!" She immediately flared to Super Saiyan 2, picking Yamcha up and kicking him, watching him fly through the wal. She flew after him, sending fury punches and kicks every chance.

Yamcha flung himself up and blocked a few, kicking Kitai. "KAMEHAMEHA!"

Kitai fell to the snow as she took the attack whole, blood seeping from her mouth.

Yamcha grinned and looked at her. "Lookit the poor little girl. All alone. And very much dead."

The words rang through Kitai's head hauntingly. She forced her eyes open and kicked Yamcha square between the eyes, flying up. She pulled a thick piece of glass from her shoulder and winced, as she watched Yamcha fly up at her. She slashed his arm with it, flying up higher as she watched him fly down, bending over and holding his arm.

Kitai put the two fingers to her forehead and used her instant transmission, appearing behind Yamcha.

Yamcha quickly sent a ki blast behind him, spinning around in time to see Kitai hit the snow and cry out on impact. He grinned sadistically and picked her up by the front of her shirt, preparing a ki blast. "You may have been saved before, but there's no one to save you when you're all alone."

Kitai screamed and powered up, kicking Yamcha in the face and flying backwards, a cold looking in her eye. Her expression hardened as she looked at Yamcha. "You killed them...And for that...I'll never forgive you..."

She backed up, not noticing her 2nd oldest brother standing behind her.

"Kitai....You have to destroy him now. The only thing that'll work is the Kamehameha Wave."

She closed her eyes, thinking she was imagining it. "I promise Goten...I won't let you down."

She immediately began gathering every last bit of ki in her body, as she looked at him. "You'll be killed by this....Right Here...Right now...Prepare to feel the strength of...A KAMEHAMEHA WAVE!" She sent the large blast out, taking a deep breathe. She watched the conspire of ki dissolve Yamcha in it's amazing path of destruction, leaving a large crator where the impact hit. Kitai heard Yamcha screaming in agony as of his last breathes, and fell to the snow, with closed eyes.

"Goodbye Yamcha....May hell consume your pittiful soul..."

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Kitai: Can I say it now?

Trunks: Yep!

Kitai: THE END!

All: *Cheer*

Videl: I WAS BARELY EVEN FEATURED IN THIS THING! BULMA HAD MORE PARTS THAN ME! EVEN GOHAN, WHO BARELY HAD ANYTHING!!!

Kitai: And yer point is?

Videl: ...I hate you. I hate you all.

Kitai: Very well. I hope you liked this chapter. It was REALLY crappy until the fighting scene between Kitai and Yamcha. Before that it seemed like *SOMEONE* was trying to hurry.

Rika: ...

Kitai: ANYWAYS! It's been promised for a while now...SO HERE'S THE REVIEWERS AWARDS! WOOHOO! This first award goes to Reda, for being the first Reviewer ever!

All: YAY!

Kitai: SHUTUP! Our next award goes to Crecy, for having the most Split Personality Thingy!

All: She said it wasn't-

Kitai: SILENCE! My next award goes to Reda for submitting the Most Reviews!

All: ALL HAIL REVIEWERS!

Kitai: ...Okay then. My next award goes to Crecy, for giving me my Latest Review!

All: ALL HAIL REVIEWERS!

Kitai: And my last award goes to....BOTH REDA AND CRECY FOR BEING THE BEST TWO REVIEWERS OF ALL TIME! GIVE IT UP!

All: HAIL VEGETA OR ELSE HE'LL KILL US!

Kitai: ...Eh?

All: ...WE MEAN, HAIL REDA AND CRECY! HAIL! HAIL! HAILLLLLLLLLL DAMN YOU!

Kitai: ...Okay then. Just to let you know, there will be a short epilogue about what happened to everyone after the battle on Christmas Day, etc., etc. You people know what I mean. Well, that's our fic (besides the Epilogue.) I hope you enjoyed it! And remember! SAVE YOUR SILENT CRIES FOR SOMEONE ELSE! Mwahahahahaha....

Rika: Hope you all enjoyed the fic. Look out for 'To Fight On Shattered Dreams' peoples! Mwahahahaha!