Title: Crimson Espy 4/? - Want, Take, Weak, Strong!
Author: Falafal84
Pairing: Gohan/Videl, Vegeta/Bulma,
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: AU, ill Trunks, Angst (this is debatable, one friend said there
was, another said 'definitely not', opinions?)
Archive: Not as of yet, email falafal84@yahoo.com.au
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any matter, which relates to the
quotes I recite. I do own Conlai and Donn-Eber, if you're curious.
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: This is a chapter whose form is reflective of my rpg (improv.) style, the short scenes of several characters, flashes to different scenes. This is partly because I'm not sure which character/s point of view and actions the remainder of the story will be based around (how embarrassing ^_^). I realise that this chap. raises more questions than it answers. Sorry about that. 'All will be revealed'. I've had several requests by both message board and email for Vegeta to do some 'butt kicking'. For those who asked, it will be quite soon. Oh, and I realise Gohan seems to be getting no where, ^_^.
Thank you to all those who have reviewed!
////memories//// "speech" 'thoughts'
* * * * * * * * * *
"There are two types of people in this world, those who take and those who want" Boss of Bosses
"The 'Center' owns you and there's nothing you can do about it" The Pretender
* * * * * * * * * *
"He's definitely alive," Dende glanced down to the land below from the edge of the lookout, "Although his Ki is impossible to ascertain, it keeps.shifting. I can't explain it"
"I'm going down" the namek's hard voice caught the guardian off guard,
"But we don't know where he is. What are you going to do?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Where is he?"
With reddened eyes, wearied head and aching wrist Trunks slipped from Capsule Corp whilst his mother turned her back. The midday sun peaked, the young boy's skin shimmered as the cloudless sky baked his body, which still was covered in a gray and white school uniform.
Taking no care as to whether the public below could see his form flying just meters above the gathered buildings he zigzagged the streets, searching for his lost friend whilst taking care to avoid his father who indeed would send him home.
With flashes he would catch glimpses of black suits or a uniform, mistaken for Goten's causing him to halt suddenly. Only to find his assumptions false.
In the distance Trunks made out a figure above a tall building, his black hair unmistakable. Startled he spun and made his way towards Satan City,
"I ought to tell Gohan, shouldn't take long if I hurry"
* * * * * * * * * *
Atop the tallest building, wind swept his unnaturally dark hair with chest locked in by crossed arms Vegeta scanned the streets below. His hunt for the beings who had attacked his son was taking no development. Each time he picked out a black suit the figure would duck into a corporate building, obviously moving to their regular employment.
Frustration began to engulf him. No respectful warrior hides themselves, sneaks in shroud to pick off but children. Each enemy he had faced made themselves known, their intentions shown. Yet this new opposition, he believed, must in fact be of limited power. Why else would they hide their position?
* * * * * * * * * *
Gohan's eyes gazed blankly into the white bread before him, fingers picking aimlessly at the sandwich crust. The voices of his peers muffled to his ears as his thoughts moved over Videl's departure,
//// Hercule's daughter stopped him outside his second class,
"What."
Videl put a finger up to his mouth,
"There's been a security scare, dad wants me to return home for the remainder of the day"
Two black suited guards awaited her, yet on closer inspection Gohan found them unrecognizable. He knew each security guard of the Satan's staff,
"Who are they?" nodding to the two men
"Huh? Oh, Father must have hired them sometime last week" she shrugged and squeezed his hand, "I'll see you tomorrow" ////
He hadn't protested. Hadn't made any move to stop her, change her mind. An event such as this was not uncommon, why should he worry?
'But I am worrying'
The sudden appearance of a light hand on his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. Looking up he observed Erasa sit down with that typical worry stroke her eyes,
"What's with you today Gohan?"
"Me? Nothing, everything's fine" smiling he scratched the back of his head, before taking a large bite from his sandwich. Moment's later Sharpner slumped into a seat opposite them, face tormented,
"Ms Cliff's exams are torture. Got me outta speaking to those goons, Cliff refused to let me leave"
* * * * * * * * * *
Respectful silence. The soft mutter of medical engines, hushed breath of a human soul, saiyan child. The room remained deserted of all except two. A captured youth and its human guardian.
Leaning back the older teenager let his eyes slip open, sweep the dark pupils to his charge, the small child he was instructed to watch over, teach, transform. The fragile form beside him was to become a tool, deadly, valued. While he watched the innocent face of the limp child his thoughts began to falter,
"You don't deserve this" in a whisper, he pushed a stray hair from Goten's face "But you're blood is mixed, the power we need flows through your veins"
The regretful tone in his voice lightened as a thought sprung to mind,
"You'd have a friend if those suits weren't so incompetent. No offense, you are abnormally strong, perhaps."
His voice was interrupted by the tones of a security code, distinct slide of the heavy door.
"Conlai[1]" that voice, familiar, torrential. Doctor Donn[2] Eber called his name.
Stepping from the shadow cast down by the doorframe, a figure moved with refined grace. Standing prominent, the middle age man's slender limbs engulfed the entrance, snow touched hair stroked his shoulders.
"Take a break"
"Sir, I've been ordered to guard the child. No exceptions"
"Do not question me!"
Pushing himself from the chair, the senses in his hands were dulled by a leather protection. The raven gloves masked the truth enclosed in his right palm, an irregular swell traced his fingers, circled the extremity's center. A sudden edgeless pressure caused him to rub his hands gently whilst moving towards the door.
"See ya soon kid" whispering his farewell Conlai moved, head bowed, past the doctor whose white dress jacket contrasted his own black leather coat. Behind the doctor waited two specialists, one held a small metallic box. Eyeing it as he passed, he cursed himself for speaking in such a tone to the fierce man, dreading the consequences of his actions.
'I'm lucky to be allowed to oversee the child'
Agitated he brushed a hand over his firmly tied hair. His chocolate strands shone softly in light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. His footsteps took a common route,
* Second left, first right, right elevator *
At common intervals guards, possessing the supplied firearms, would pass him in the halls asking for I.D. (the plastic slip, which was kept tucked in his shirt pocket).
Conlai leant against the mirrored walls as the elevator rose. If he closed his eyes he could hear the second lift rising not too far away, echoing through the soil, the wires. He had learnt of it's sound in the past four months, during what seemed like endless trips into the earth.
* * * * * * * * * *
Waiting until the door was secured, the doctor moved to Goten's side, glancing to the machines. His face seemed cleansed of all emotion as he slipped an additional drug into the boys system, noting a flutter of his eyelids.
Keeping his eyes on his subject, Donn held out a hand to one of the men behind him, rather impatiently. It was but moments later that a silver headband was handed to him, which had been hidden in the silver briefcase.
"Position him"
At his word the second assistant moved to the opposite side of the bed, gently pushing Goten's hair from his face, shifting his head so that his face was level. After he gave the boy's status one last look over, Donn pushed the band across his forehead, securing it by pushing in the ends close to his temples. It curved so that it dipped in the center of the forehead, a sharp point at the bottom. Behind the band several small needles pierced his skin, small drops of blood rolling idly down his pale skin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Beneath the outer mask, Goten's mind fought, took form and let his fear, hostility push back the unknown intruder. He was afraid and not hesitant to admit so. It was strange. He knew an anaesthetic streamed through his system, normally his blood had been able to destroy any traces within minutes. This drug was different, sharp, individual. As if specialised for his saiyan blood, the chemicals overpowered him.
'So close'
He was swiftly pushed from consciousness, driven deep into the areas of dreams. Removed from the pain of his physical form, far from the slow domination over his mind.
His control seeping away.
* * * * * * * * * *
[1] = Conlai is a figure from Celtic Mythology. Son of the hero Cuchulainn and the warrior women Aoifa (from the Land of Shadows). His father left before he was born leaving his mother a golden ring. Years later Conlai journeyed to Ulster to challenge the warriors. Unacknowledged of each other's identity, Conlai and his father fought, ending in the son's death. His father realised who Conlai was when he saw the gold ring on his finger.
[2] = Donn is also a figure from Celtic Mythology, known as the 'The Dark One'. He was the God of the Dead and gathers souls around him as they assemble on his stormy island before setting out on their journey to the otherworld. Eber is a figure also in Celtic Mythology but has little to do with Donn, except that on occasions Donn was mistaken for Eber, but other then that I just like the name!
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: This is a chapter whose form is reflective of my rpg (improv.) style, the short scenes of several characters, flashes to different scenes. This is partly because I'm not sure which character/s point of view and actions the remainder of the story will be based around (how embarrassing ^_^). I realise that this chap. raises more questions than it answers. Sorry about that. 'All will be revealed'. I've had several requests by both message board and email for Vegeta to do some 'butt kicking'. For those who asked, it will be quite soon. Oh, and I realise Gohan seems to be getting no where, ^_^.
Thank you to all those who have reviewed!
////memories//// "speech" 'thoughts'
* * * * * * * * * *
"There are two types of people in this world, those who take and those who want" Boss of Bosses
"The 'Center' owns you and there's nothing you can do about it" The Pretender
* * * * * * * * * *
"He's definitely alive," Dende glanced down to the land below from the edge of the lookout, "Although his Ki is impossible to ascertain, it keeps.shifting. I can't explain it"
"I'm going down" the namek's hard voice caught the guardian off guard,
"But we don't know where he is. What are you going to do?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Where is he?"
With reddened eyes, wearied head and aching wrist Trunks slipped from Capsule Corp whilst his mother turned her back. The midday sun peaked, the young boy's skin shimmered as the cloudless sky baked his body, which still was covered in a gray and white school uniform.
Taking no care as to whether the public below could see his form flying just meters above the gathered buildings he zigzagged the streets, searching for his lost friend whilst taking care to avoid his father who indeed would send him home.
With flashes he would catch glimpses of black suits or a uniform, mistaken for Goten's causing him to halt suddenly. Only to find his assumptions false.
In the distance Trunks made out a figure above a tall building, his black hair unmistakable. Startled he spun and made his way towards Satan City,
"I ought to tell Gohan, shouldn't take long if I hurry"
* * * * * * * * * *
Atop the tallest building, wind swept his unnaturally dark hair with chest locked in by crossed arms Vegeta scanned the streets below. His hunt for the beings who had attacked his son was taking no development. Each time he picked out a black suit the figure would duck into a corporate building, obviously moving to their regular employment.
Frustration began to engulf him. No respectful warrior hides themselves, sneaks in shroud to pick off but children. Each enemy he had faced made themselves known, their intentions shown. Yet this new opposition, he believed, must in fact be of limited power. Why else would they hide their position?
* * * * * * * * * *
Gohan's eyes gazed blankly into the white bread before him, fingers picking aimlessly at the sandwich crust. The voices of his peers muffled to his ears as his thoughts moved over Videl's departure,
//// Hercule's daughter stopped him outside his second class,
"What."
Videl put a finger up to his mouth,
"There's been a security scare, dad wants me to return home for the remainder of the day"
Two black suited guards awaited her, yet on closer inspection Gohan found them unrecognizable. He knew each security guard of the Satan's staff,
"Who are they?" nodding to the two men
"Huh? Oh, Father must have hired them sometime last week" she shrugged and squeezed his hand, "I'll see you tomorrow" ////
He hadn't protested. Hadn't made any move to stop her, change her mind. An event such as this was not uncommon, why should he worry?
'But I am worrying'
The sudden appearance of a light hand on his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. Looking up he observed Erasa sit down with that typical worry stroke her eyes,
"What's with you today Gohan?"
"Me? Nothing, everything's fine" smiling he scratched the back of his head, before taking a large bite from his sandwich. Moment's later Sharpner slumped into a seat opposite them, face tormented,
"Ms Cliff's exams are torture. Got me outta speaking to those goons, Cliff refused to let me leave"
* * * * * * * * * *
Respectful silence. The soft mutter of medical engines, hushed breath of a human soul, saiyan child. The room remained deserted of all except two. A captured youth and its human guardian.
Leaning back the older teenager let his eyes slip open, sweep the dark pupils to his charge, the small child he was instructed to watch over, teach, transform. The fragile form beside him was to become a tool, deadly, valued. While he watched the innocent face of the limp child his thoughts began to falter,
"You don't deserve this" in a whisper, he pushed a stray hair from Goten's face "But you're blood is mixed, the power we need flows through your veins"
The regretful tone in his voice lightened as a thought sprung to mind,
"You'd have a friend if those suits weren't so incompetent. No offense, you are abnormally strong, perhaps."
His voice was interrupted by the tones of a security code, distinct slide of the heavy door.
"Conlai[1]" that voice, familiar, torrential. Doctor Donn[2] Eber called his name.
Stepping from the shadow cast down by the doorframe, a figure moved with refined grace. Standing prominent, the middle age man's slender limbs engulfed the entrance, snow touched hair stroked his shoulders.
"Take a break"
"Sir, I've been ordered to guard the child. No exceptions"
"Do not question me!"
Pushing himself from the chair, the senses in his hands were dulled by a leather protection. The raven gloves masked the truth enclosed in his right palm, an irregular swell traced his fingers, circled the extremity's center. A sudden edgeless pressure caused him to rub his hands gently whilst moving towards the door.
"See ya soon kid" whispering his farewell Conlai moved, head bowed, past the doctor whose white dress jacket contrasted his own black leather coat. Behind the doctor waited two specialists, one held a small metallic box. Eyeing it as he passed, he cursed himself for speaking in such a tone to the fierce man, dreading the consequences of his actions.
'I'm lucky to be allowed to oversee the child'
Agitated he brushed a hand over his firmly tied hair. His chocolate strands shone softly in light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. His footsteps took a common route,
* Second left, first right, right elevator *
At common intervals guards, possessing the supplied firearms, would pass him in the halls asking for I.D. (the plastic slip, which was kept tucked in his shirt pocket).
Conlai leant against the mirrored walls as the elevator rose. If he closed his eyes he could hear the second lift rising not too far away, echoing through the soil, the wires. He had learnt of it's sound in the past four months, during what seemed like endless trips into the earth.
* * * * * * * * * *
Waiting until the door was secured, the doctor moved to Goten's side, glancing to the machines. His face seemed cleansed of all emotion as he slipped an additional drug into the boys system, noting a flutter of his eyelids.
Keeping his eyes on his subject, Donn held out a hand to one of the men behind him, rather impatiently. It was but moments later that a silver headband was handed to him, which had been hidden in the silver briefcase.
"Position him"
At his word the second assistant moved to the opposite side of the bed, gently pushing Goten's hair from his face, shifting his head so that his face was level. After he gave the boy's status one last look over, Donn pushed the band across his forehead, securing it by pushing in the ends close to his temples. It curved so that it dipped in the center of the forehead, a sharp point at the bottom. Behind the band several small needles pierced his skin, small drops of blood rolling idly down his pale skin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Beneath the outer mask, Goten's mind fought, took form and let his fear, hostility push back the unknown intruder. He was afraid and not hesitant to admit so. It was strange. He knew an anaesthetic streamed through his system, normally his blood had been able to destroy any traces within minutes. This drug was different, sharp, individual. As if specialised for his saiyan blood, the chemicals overpowered him.
'So close'
He was swiftly pushed from consciousness, driven deep into the areas of dreams. Removed from the pain of his physical form, far from the slow domination over his mind.
His control seeping away.
* * * * * * * * * *
[1] = Conlai is a figure from Celtic Mythology. Son of the hero Cuchulainn and the warrior women Aoifa (from the Land of Shadows). His father left before he was born leaving his mother a golden ring. Years later Conlai journeyed to Ulster to challenge the warriors. Unacknowledged of each other's identity, Conlai and his father fought, ending in the son's death. His father realised who Conlai was when he saw the gold ring on his finger.
[2] = Donn is also a figure from Celtic Mythology, known as the 'The Dark One'. He was the God of the Dead and gathers souls around him as they assemble on his stormy island before setting out on their journey to the otherworld. Eber is a figure also in Celtic Mythology but has little to do with Donn, except that on occasions Donn was mistaken for Eber, but other then that I just like the name!