Chapter 3
That night, after we had finished cataloging our galaxies (Videl found a nice spiral galaxy, and named it Pepper due to its grayish color,) we went to the Son Suite. It was quite large. The opening room-a living room- had a fifteen foot ceiling, dome shaped, with a mural that was very similar to a famous mural in a catholic church, although the name of it has slipped my mind. There were child angels floating around big, beautiful fluffy white clouds, amidst a blue sky. A chandelier hung from the middle. To my right was a space with big comfy couches situated around a 60 inch television. Down the middle was a hall of sorts, although it did not have any walls. A red carpet was laid out over marble, and went all the way up three steps, where there was a mahogany dining table set with 8 chairs, three on each side and one on each end. A large bay window was behind the table. To your left, there was a large kitchen, set with about three stoves, and had an island in the middle. There were 3 refrigerators in each corner of the triangle shaped kitchen. And on the far right and left corners were hallways that led to the separate rooms.
"Jesus, Gohan! This is more like a palace than a suite!" Videl exclaimed, and I couldn't blame her- but Chi-Chi and Bulma came up with the design, so I couldn't be held responsible. We walked out into the middle, and I let her gaze up at the mural on the ceiling. She gasped and looked in awe of the mural. I smiled, but I didn't look at the mural. I just watched her look at it with a smile on hers and mine's face. She, but I had not noticed it before now, I don't know why, was strikingly beautiful. I think maybe, it was the way her hair glistened off of the chandelier's lights, her big blue eyes... Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. We are just friends, good friends. But oh, how little I knew how much of that we would become.
I knew very little about my life in those first couple of days, but everything started coming together that night when I and Videl fell asleep on the couch watching the movie "Edward Scissorhands". We had both seen it several times, and she had fallen asleep first, probably because she was just tired. I fell asleep second. In fact, I think that Videl had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I dozed off from there.
In a sense, although I don't know why, it may have caused the dream I had, since the entire movie had a lot of snow and snow-themed music in it. It was definitely a dark story; but we liked it, because he had a considerably better life, I think, than I and Videl had for this time period.
God I hated the dream I had that night. Hell, it was a nightmare, but if I could see into the future, it would have told me so much more, or less. It depends on how you looked at it, really. But what the scary thing about it is was that it felt so real.
Well, this is how it went. Everything felt stagnant, static. Like I was inside a fuzzy television, and the entire time throughout my body was invoked with a strained fear, twisted and contorted like wire. My eyes opened slowly, and I looked around, everything fading in and out of a black smoke. Videl was not sleeping by my side,(she wasn't even in the room I think,) and the television screen was fuzzy, but for an odd reason I could still hear the noise of a randomized show. It was an incomprehensible audio. I got up unconsciously, and floated across the floor, and everything was tinted dark grey, except in the middle where the dome shaped mural was. The kitchen was filled with smoke, and a tombstone sat at the opening of the kitchen. I heard a voice say in my head, and it was almost a combination of mine and Vegeta's. 'Here lies yon child of lost warrior.' I don't know, but that kept on repeating, over and over, and got progressively louder as I got closer to the dome. The dining table had dishes and food set on it, but they were all stoic, total devoid of taste or color. The picture of the dining table fizzled, like a bad video tape.
My feet planted on the ground in the middle, right below the chandelier. There was no chandelier. I looked up, and the mural of Heaven still radiated with color and beauty, and was just as bright and happy as ever. Fear started to develop more inside of my heart. Oddly enough, without the chandelier, it was like the mural illuminated itself. More odd, though, was that it began to snow, just from the mural. Like the snow was drifting out from the clouds.
The snow formed a pile around me, and as I continued to look up, that familiar white static bar when the tracking messes up on video tapes streamed itself along the mural, and as it slowly did, the mural became black and white, and it lost its lighting source when the bar had disappeared.
A small drop of liquid fell out of one of the angels eyes and spattered on my face. I wiped it off, and looked at it, smeared on my hand. It was blood, and the blood turned into a gassy smoke. It streamed out of my hand, and floated around me in a circle. It was almost as if I knew what was going to happen, almost like a precognition, but I was still surprised to see the man in the white suit standing outside of the mural dome, near the grave. He gave a wicked smile, a wicked, evil grandfather smile to me.
"Sir," He started, and the blood circle disappeared as if it weren't there, "How are you, you are how?" Oh, that bothered me, even when I think about it now.
"How do you mean, mean do you how?" Now I was speaking like him, but it was not of my own free will.
"You are not fine, fine are you not?" He appeared right in front of me, but at the same time he was still over by the grave in the kitchen. The two spoke in unison, their voices echoing in the dome.
"Call me Larry." Alright, I could deal with this. He smiled at me, and tipped his hat so his eyes were further blocked.
"What's that tombstone of, Larry?" I asked him, and a deer with red flaring eyes jumped across the snow, but not before pausing in the middle and looking at me. The deer came up behind Larry and rubbed its head against his arm. Larry patted its head gently.
"It's the tombstone of the son of a lost warrior. Did you not read what it had said?" He inquired.
"Well, yes. But who's the son?" He smiled and disappeared, like someone had clicked their fingers and he was gone. The deer was gone as well. I walked through the snow, and kept walking through it. I had left the dome, which now was way back there, and I was in a white place, snow on the ground, the horizon filled with white, the sky white, everything white. I looked at my shirt. My pants, shirt, everything on me except my skin was black.
A screen opened itself up to me, and I looked at it with a gaze of confusion and concentration. The screen flickered, and came to life. It showed Hercule, with the number "3:16" carved into his head as he waved and gave his victory sign. I scowled at him, and blood shot out from where I stood, twisting and contorting around in a thin line. The line was jagged, but found its way to the bottom of the image. The blood line lifted up like a rope being pulled off of the ground. It touched the image, and the entire screen went black.
A spear like form grew from the black screen, it too, black. It reached out, and shot past me, its width three feet in diameter. It went on forever, and hit what I guess is a wall. The deer with the blazing red eyes walked up to me, rubbed its head against my arm, and collapsed. It fell into a white void, and I swear I think I heard it say something that was strikingly similar to Videl's voice. I think it was 'Why did you let this happen?' I'm not sure.
The black spear turned itself around and went around me, brushing by me, and it felt like liquid. It followed after the deer, and wrapped itself around the animal. The black sphere swallowed up the deer, and convulsed back to me, and looked at me. I did not see my reflection, but a frowning picture of Hercule. The picture stared at me for a few moments, before recoiling back, and standing 30 feet high. It opened up its tip like a blooming flower, and spat out the deer. I walked up to the deer, its red flaring eyes now a dull blue. There were gashed holes across its thigh and stomach, and one on her back.
The spear wiggled and contorted. I was appalled by it, and it chuckled at me. Its wiggling became more energized, and violent. Two more spears grew out from its sides, and formed clawed arms that wiggled with the body. A mouth formed at the tip, razor sharp teeth bared, and horns popped up on its head. Two slits on either side of the "head" opened and revealed deadly blue eyes with no iris. There were stars that formed inside the creature. They twinkled at me, and I smiled warmly at them.
The creature spoke to me in a rasp tone. It licked its teeth, rotated its neck around, and breathed heavily. It hissed at me.
"Calceranium fulintan, necromancer telegrancer, shelegai," I had no clue what it meant.
"The sins of the father pass down to the son." It translated it, I guess. The creature broke into separate spheres, each about one foot wide, all of them with the face of Hercule or Larry on them. In the middle of each of the spheres were a galaxy, and what beautiful galaxies they were.
The spheres attached themselves to the deer, infesting the open wounds. I could no longer see the spheres. They had hauled themselves into the gashes, and closed them up. The deer's eyes flared red again. It got up, new life breathed into its bones. It glowered at me, and bared hideous dagger-like teeth. I took a step back, and fell into a black hole.
I flicked open my eyes quickly, cold sweat on my forehead. I looked around. The T.V. was turned off, and there was a golden light coming from the windows around me to light the huge room. Everything looked normal. There was no grave in front of the kitchen, there weren't white tracking bars gliding across the room, and the dining table was completely bare. I got up, consciously this time, and walked over, and looked up at the mural. Completely normal. I walked into the kitchen, and opened up one of the refrigerators, my favorite one that Goten and I often raided. I grabbed the gallon of milk out, and set it on the island. I reached over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a plastic cup. I set it down on the island. I twisted the cap off of the milk, and poured me a glass. I screwed the cap back on, and put the milk back up.
I sipped my milk, and savored its creamy good cold taste. I finished the glass slowly, just standing against the island, thoughtless. Once I had finished it, I put the cup in the sink.
I walked across to the dining table and around it to the curtains of the bay window. They were tinted gold by the dawn sun. I grabbed them and spread them apart to greet the new day. I was shocked to see it still dark. I was more shocked to see no moon. I was blown away to see that in place of the moon, there was the spear creature, cackling and slowly spreading across the earth, which I could now see in its full view, and the black liquid spread out like caramel over an apple, and eventually devoured the planet. It cackled, and did a victory sign with its clawed hand...until the head of the spear beast exploded, and its chest ripped open with light streaming out. It roared despite there being no head. I had an inkling to break open the window and finish the job.
So, I did. I broke through the window, flying through space that amazingly had air and wind currents. I built up the energy in my right arm, until a ball of ki formed at my outstretched fist. Rings of light pulsated up my arm and into the ball to intensify it. I slowly aimed at the screaming beast, and I burst out my power to where my hair was glowing silvery white, and my eyes a glaring turquoise. Blue ki rings pulsated up my arm, bigger than the white ones.
The ki ball was now as big as me, and I could see through it. I aimed it at the hole that was forming in the beast's chest. An intense ringing emanated around me, my hand burned from the energy I was displacing. I grunted in pain, and when I released the ball of light, everything went black.
I awoke from the nightmare in a daze, lying on the couch. I did not spring up, or do anything physical. All I did was open my eyes in haste. I would have blushed quicker if I had any idea what was going on, but it took me a while of recollecting and gaining my breath to realize that there was something pressing on my back, and a lengthy appendage over my side, dangling.
I almost thought it was Cell, God I don't know why; it must've reminded me of that sick little tail he used to suck people through. No, it was just Videl. That's about the time that my blush ran all across my face, and embarrassment thrummed in my heart. I don't know why I would be embarrassed. She seemed to be sound asleep, and thank goodness that the couch was very big. I could've rolled over her if it had been any smaller. I didn't dare move, because it might cause her to wake; I didn't want to move, because I kind of liked laying here like this.
It reminded me when Goten would get scared of something... I don't know what, but he would come into my room, and crawl into my bed, and the next morning (before we cut his tail) he would have his tail smacking against my face, and cause me to sneeze. He would jump out of bed, obviously startled, and land right on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. It was hilarious every time.
I felt Videl shift a bit, and murmur quietly. She slid her arm off of my stomach, and for the briefest moment I thought I could be free and be able to get up. But I didn't. She stretched, and nuzzled up against me, which sent a bit of a tingle down my spine. I was now sweating cold. This had to be worse than the nightmare. Not only was I just now realizing that I may like Videl more than just a good friend, I was also realizing that she was pressing up against me to the point where if she moved any more I would fall off the couch and disrupt her sleep.
Damn, I hate it when this happens. My heart was going to pop right out of my chest. I knew it. Oh, crap, I thought, as Videl twitched a bit. I sighed silently in relief that she had not made any major moves. If only she would have rolled in the opposite direction; I wouldn't have fallen off of the couch.
Murphy's Law can really come and bite you in the ass at the most inappropriate times. Videl rolled into my back, and sent me sprawling down and landing on the floor face first. She tumbled off as well, and crashed onto my back. I was sore there for at least an hour.
She mumbled, and I think she had said "Ow, what the hell just happened?" Well, I couldn't just sit there, with my face in the carpet, and Videl lying across my back, one of her arms forcing my head into the carpet more, and the other tied in a knot around my leg. Her legs were extended in the air, the upper parts resting on the couch.
"Ugh, what the hell just happened?" That's what I would have liked to know. I gave her the best guess I could.
"Well, first, you could try and get your arm from suffocating me," I said politely, and she tried her best to move it off of my head. Videl got it off enough for me to lift my head.
"I think we fell off of the couch while we were sleeping." I made a move to get up, and Videl rolled off of my back, and landed on the carpet. I scrambled up and got leverage on the couch, and then stood up sleepily. I was getting little clips of the dream in my head. I wiggled around, to loosen myself up. I then helped Videl up from the floor.
"Sorry about that, I guess we just dozed off..." I apologized. Why, I don't know. Maybe I was just being polite. She smiled and waved her hand like Bulma.
"Don't worry about it. My little brother and I used to doze off watching T.V. all the time." I looked at her, perplexed. She had a little brother? I didn't know about that. She gave me a grim smile.
"I didn't know you had a little brother." I said. She sighed, and started walking towards the kitchen, slowly, and the little image of the tombstone clipped in my head.
"Yeah, I did." Her voice echoed through the hall, and it sounded exasperated. I walked after her.
"He was such a good kid. He trained a lot harder than I did, too. He was so cute and funny, and liked to goof around...He was a mirror image of Goten's personality. You'd have liked him, Gohan." She sounded so grim and vague.
"I'm sure I would have, Videl. Do you want anything to eat?" I looked at her, (we had reached the kitchen) and she smiled at me, nodding. I went about setting something for us to eat. It was scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. We talked as we prepared the meal.
"What kinds of things did your brother do?" I asked her. She smiled, and chuckled. A glimpse of the deer flashed over my memory.
"He used to pull pranks on my father a lot. Like this one time, my father had been getting ready for a meeting with some important people, so he was rushing around the house trying to get ready. My brother took a bucket and filled it with water and flour, and put it over the door outside. He set it up so whoever walked in or out would be drenched and floured." I chuckled. Quite the conspirator.
"He originally wanted it to fall on dad's head when he would be rushing out the door, but he didn't know that the important people would be coming to OUR house for the meeting." I cringed, and I knew exactly what would be coming as I flipped a pancake on the griddle.
"Well, the door bell rang, and the C.E.O.'s didn't even notice the bucket was there. When my father opened the door to greet them, it went all over the place, getting on my father and the C.E.O.'s." She laughed, and I laughed with her.
"What happened then?" I asked. She put some bacon on a plate. Videl continued.
"My father got so mad that he sent my brother to boot camp for two months. When he got back, he was so much different than before. He was disciplined, always saying 'yessir' and 'no ma'am'. He was a perfect gentleman." I nodded. I wish Goten could act a bit more mature.
"How old was your brother then?" I asked her.
"He was 6 years old." That sent shock through my heart. A six year old boy, who was just trying to have some fun, getting sent to boot camp? How sick, twisted...
"Oh my God, your father sent a six year old kid to boot camp? Which one?" I stressed. She sighed in a deathly voice, and that made me get goose bumps.
"That one where the drill sergeant pushed this kid so far that he shot himself." I squirmed, but Videl seemed so unfazed.
"I'm sorry. It must've been hard on you and your mother." I consoled her.
"It was really hard on my mother. She begged my father not to send him there, but he insisted. It broke my mother to pieces." All I could do was say, "I'm sorry." What else could I possibly do for her?
"Well, when I was around eleven," She looked at me weird, "My father was killed. His anniversary is about two weeks from now." I told her. She squinted both of her eyes as she tossed scrambled eggs onto a separate plate.
"Isn't that when the anniversary of Cell's death comes about?" She asked. Well, of course she knew that, but I guess she was just checking to make sure that I knew that too.
"Yeah, he died the same day as Cell." I frowned, and the picture of the tombstone flashed in my mind, along with the vision of Earth being covered by the spear beast. I was never the same.
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A/N: I'm sorry about the delay of Chapter 2, but I had gone to Disney World for a week, and I had just never gotten around to doing that much of it for a couple of weeks. But here you go, another chapter out.
"Your writing prowess blows me away. Not very often you get detail and pacing as good as this. And why aren't you getting anymore reviews!??!" Well, if you're that interested, you can start reading my firsts, going from Galaxy, to War of Arcadia, Silent, They came frome WHERE?! and then this one. You can see how I've evolved as far as writing talent goes over just a couple of months.
Yeah, I do get kinda pissed off when no one reviews my stories. I like it so much better when they actually say something credible (Unlike Gin) or great constructive criticism. I also like it when people ask questions or make predictions. It gives me ideas and adds certain elements to the story that weren't there before.
Until next time...
That night, after we had finished cataloging our galaxies (Videl found a nice spiral galaxy, and named it Pepper due to its grayish color,) we went to the Son Suite. It was quite large. The opening room-a living room- had a fifteen foot ceiling, dome shaped, with a mural that was very similar to a famous mural in a catholic church, although the name of it has slipped my mind. There were child angels floating around big, beautiful fluffy white clouds, amidst a blue sky. A chandelier hung from the middle. To my right was a space with big comfy couches situated around a 60 inch television. Down the middle was a hall of sorts, although it did not have any walls. A red carpet was laid out over marble, and went all the way up three steps, where there was a mahogany dining table set with 8 chairs, three on each side and one on each end. A large bay window was behind the table. To your left, there was a large kitchen, set with about three stoves, and had an island in the middle. There were 3 refrigerators in each corner of the triangle shaped kitchen. And on the far right and left corners were hallways that led to the separate rooms.
"Jesus, Gohan! This is more like a palace than a suite!" Videl exclaimed, and I couldn't blame her- but Chi-Chi and Bulma came up with the design, so I couldn't be held responsible. We walked out into the middle, and I let her gaze up at the mural on the ceiling. She gasped and looked in awe of the mural. I smiled, but I didn't look at the mural. I just watched her look at it with a smile on hers and mine's face. She, but I had not noticed it before now, I don't know why, was strikingly beautiful. I think maybe, it was the way her hair glistened off of the chandelier's lights, her big blue eyes... Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. We are just friends, good friends. But oh, how little I knew how much of that we would become.
I knew very little about my life in those first couple of days, but everything started coming together that night when I and Videl fell asleep on the couch watching the movie "Edward Scissorhands". We had both seen it several times, and she had fallen asleep first, probably because she was just tired. I fell asleep second. In fact, I think that Videl had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I dozed off from there.
In a sense, although I don't know why, it may have caused the dream I had, since the entire movie had a lot of snow and snow-themed music in it. It was definitely a dark story; but we liked it, because he had a considerably better life, I think, than I and Videl had for this time period.
God I hated the dream I had that night. Hell, it was a nightmare, but if I could see into the future, it would have told me so much more, or less. It depends on how you looked at it, really. But what the scary thing about it is was that it felt so real.
Well, this is how it went. Everything felt stagnant, static. Like I was inside a fuzzy television, and the entire time throughout my body was invoked with a strained fear, twisted and contorted like wire. My eyes opened slowly, and I looked around, everything fading in and out of a black smoke. Videl was not sleeping by my side,(she wasn't even in the room I think,) and the television screen was fuzzy, but for an odd reason I could still hear the noise of a randomized show. It was an incomprehensible audio. I got up unconsciously, and floated across the floor, and everything was tinted dark grey, except in the middle where the dome shaped mural was. The kitchen was filled with smoke, and a tombstone sat at the opening of the kitchen. I heard a voice say in my head, and it was almost a combination of mine and Vegeta's. 'Here lies yon child of lost warrior.' I don't know, but that kept on repeating, over and over, and got progressively louder as I got closer to the dome. The dining table had dishes and food set on it, but they were all stoic, total devoid of taste or color. The picture of the dining table fizzled, like a bad video tape.
My feet planted on the ground in the middle, right below the chandelier. There was no chandelier. I looked up, and the mural of Heaven still radiated with color and beauty, and was just as bright and happy as ever. Fear started to develop more inside of my heart. Oddly enough, without the chandelier, it was like the mural illuminated itself. More odd, though, was that it began to snow, just from the mural. Like the snow was drifting out from the clouds.
The snow formed a pile around me, and as I continued to look up, that familiar white static bar when the tracking messes up on video tapes streamed itself along the mural, and as it slowly did, the mural became black and white, and it lost its lighting source when the bar had disappeared.
A small drop of liquid fell out of one of the angels eyes and spattered on my face. I wiped it off, and looked at it, smeared on my hand. It was blood, and the blood turned into a gassy smoke. It streamed out of my hand, and floated around me in a circle. It was almost as if I knew what was going to happen, almost like a precognition, but I was still surprised to see the man in the white suit standing outside of the mural dome, near the grave. He gave a wicked smile, a wicked, evil grandfather smile to me.
"Sir," He started, and the blood circle disappeared as if it weren't there, "How are you, you are how?" Oh, that bothered me, even when I think about it now.
"How do you mean, mean do you how?" Now I was speaking like him, but it was not of my own free will.
"You are not fine, fine are you not?" He appeared right in front of me, but at the same time he was still over by the grave in the kitchen. The two spoke in unison, their voices echoing in the dome.
"Call me Larry." Alright, I could deal with this. He smiled at me, and tipped his hat so his eyes were further blocked.
"What's that tombstone of, Larry?" I asked him, and a deer with red flaring eyes jumped across the snow, but not before pausing in the middle and looking at me. The deer came up behind Larry and rubbed its head against his arm. Larry patted its head gently.
"It's the tombstone of the son of a lost warrior. Did you not read what it had said?" He inquired.
"Well, yes. But who's the son?" He smiled and disappeared, like someone had clicked their fingers and he was gone. The deer was gone as well. I walked through the snow, and kept walking through it. I had left the dome, which now was way back there, and I was in a white place, snow on the ground, the horizon filled with white, the sky white, everything white. I looked at my shirt. My pants, shirt, everything on me except my skin was black.
A screen opened itself up to me, and I looked at it with a gaze of confusion and concentration. The screen flickered, and came to life. It showed Hercule, with the number "3:16" carved into his head as he waved and gave his victory sign. I scowled at him, and blood shot out from where I stood, twisting and contorting around in a thin line. The line was jagged, but found its way to the bottom of the image. The blood line lifted up like a rope being pulled off of the ground. It touched the image, and the entire screen went black.
A spear like form grew from the black screen, it too, black. It reached out, and shot past me, its width three feet in diameter. It went on forever, and hit what I guess is a wall. The deer with the blazing red eyes walked up to me, rubbed its head against my arm, and collapsed. It fell into a white void, and I swear I think I heard it say something that was strikingly similar to Videl's voice. I think it was 'Why did you let this happen?' I'm not sure.
The black spear turned itself around and went around me, brushing by me, and it felt like liquid. It followed after the deer, and wrapped itself around the animal. The black sphere swallowed up the deer, and convulsed back to me, and looked at me. I did not see my reflection, but a frowning picture of Hercule. The picture stared at me for a few moments, before recoiling back, and standing 30 feet high. It opened up its tip like a blooming flower, and spat out the deer. I walked up to the deer, its red flaring eyes now a dull blue. There were gashed holes across its thigh and stomach, and one on her back.
The spear wiggled and contorted. I was appalled by it, and it chuckled at me. Its wiggling became more energized, and violent. Two more spears grew out from its sides, and formed clawed arms that wiggled with the body. A mouth formed at the tip, razor sharp teeth bared, and horns popped up on its head. Two slits on either side of the "head" opened and revealed deadly blue eyes with no iris. There were stars that formed inside the creature. They twinkled at me, and I smiled warmly at them.
The creature spoke to me in a rasp tone. It licked its teeth, rotated its neck around, and breathed heavily. It hissed at me.
"Calceranium fulintan, necromancer telegrancer, shelegai," I had no clue what it meant.
"The sins of the father pass down to the son." It translated it, I guess. The creature broke into separate spheres, each about one foot wide, all of them with the face of Hercule or Larry on them. In the middle of each of the spheres were a galaxy, and what beautiful galaxies they were.
The spheres attached themselves to the deer, infesting the open wounds. I could no longer see the spheres. They had hauled themselves into the gashes, and closed them up. The deer's eyes flared red again. It got up, new life breathed into its bones. It glowered at me, and bared hideous dagger-like teeth. I took a step back, and fell into a black hole.
I flicked open my eyes quickly, cold sweat on my forehead. I looked around. The T.V. was turned off, and there was a golden light coming from the windows around me to light the huge room. Everything looked normal. There was no grave in front of the kitchen, there weren't white tracking bars gliding across the room, and the dining table was completely bare. I got up, consciously this time, and walked over, and looked up at the mural. Completely normal. I walked into the kitchen, and opened up one of the refrigerators, my favorite one that Goten and I often raided. I grabbed the gallon of milk out, and set it on the island. I reached over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a plastic cup. I set it down on the island. I twisted the cap off of the milk, and poured me a glass. I screwed the cap back on, and put the milk back up.
I sipped my milk, and savored its creamy good cold taste. I finished the glass slowly, just standing against the island, thoughtless. Once I had finished it, I put the cup in the sink.
I walked across to the dining table and around it to the curtains of the bay window. They were tinted gold by the dawn sun. I grabbed them and spread them apart to greet the new day. I was shocked to see it still dark. I was more shocked to see no moon. I was blown away to see that in place of the moon, there was the spear creature, cackling and slowly spreading across the earth, which I could now see in its full view, and the black liquid spread out like caramel over an apple, and eventually devoured the planet. It cackled, and did a victory sign with its clawed hand...until the head of the spear beast exploded, and its chest ripped open with light streaming out. It roared despite there being no head. I had an inkling to break open the window and finish the job.
So, I did. I broke through the window, flying through space that amazingly had air and wind currents. I built up the energy in my right arm, until a ball of ki formed at my outstretched fist. Rings of light pulsated up my arm and into the ball to intensify it. I slowly aimed at the screaming beast, and I burst out my power to where my hair was glowing silvery white, and my eyes a glaring turquoise. Blue ki rings pulsated up my arm, bigger than the white ones.
The ki ball was now as big as me, and I could see through it. I aimed it at the hole that was forming in the beast's chest. An intense ringing emanated around me, my hand burned from the energy I was displacing. I grunted in pain, and when I released the ball of light, everything went black.
I awoke from the nightmare in a daze, lying on the couch. I did not spring up, or do anything physical. All I did was open my eyes in haste. I would have blushed quicker if I had any idea what was going on, but it took me a while of recollecting and gaining my breath to realize that there was something pressing on my back, and a lengthy appendage over my side, dangling.
I almost thought it was Cell, God I don't know why; it must've reminded me of that sick little tail he used to suck people through. No, it was just Videl. That's about the time that my blush ran all across my face, and embarrassment thrummed in my heart. I don't know why I would be embarrassed. She seemed to be sound asleep, and thank goodness that the couch was very big. I could've rolled over her if it had been any smaller. I didn't dare move, because it might cause her to wake; I didn't want to move, because I kind of liked laying here like this.
It reminded me when Goten would get scared of something... I don't know what, but he would come into my room, and crawl into my bed, and the next morning (before we cut his tail) he would have his tail smacking against my face, and cause me to sneeze. He would jump out of bed, obviously startled, and land right on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. It was hilarious every time.
I felt Videl shift a bit, and murmur quietly. She slid her arm off of my stomach, and for the briefest moment I thought I could be free and be able to get up. But I didn't. She stretched, and nuzzled up against me, which sent a bit of a tingle down my spine. I was now sweating cold. This had to be worse than the nightmare. Not only was I just now realizing that I may like Videl more than just a good friend, I was also realizing that she was pressing up against me to the point where if she moved any more I would fall off the couch and disrupt her sleep.
Damn, I hate it when this happens. My heart was going to pop right out of my chest. I knew it. Oh, crap, I thought, as Videl twitched a bit. I sighed silently in relief that she had not made any major moves. If only she would have rolled in the opposite direction; I wouldn't have fallen off of the couch.
Murphy's Law can really come and bite you in the ass at the most inappropriate times. Videl rolled into my back, and sent me sprawling down and landing on the floor face first. She tumbled off as well, and crashed onto my back. I was sore there for at least an hour.
She mumbled, and I think she had said "Ow, what the hell just happened?" Well, I couldn't just sit there, with my face in the carpet, and Videl lying across my back, one of her arms forcing my head into the carpet more, and the other tied in a knot around my leg. Her legs were extended in the air, the upper parts resting on the couch.
"Ugh, what the hell just happened?" That's what I would have liked to know. I gave her the best guess I could.
"Well, first, you could try and get your arm from suffocating me," I said politely, and she tried her best to move it off of my head. Videl got it off enough for me to lift my head.
"I think we fell off of the couch while we were sleeping." I made a move to get up, and Videl rolled off of my back, and landed on the carpet. I scrambled up and got leverage on the couch, and then stood up sleepily. I was getting little clips of the dream in my head. I wiggled around, to loosen myself up. I then helped Videl up from the floor.
"Sorry about that, I guess we just dozed off..." I apologized. Why, I don't know. Maybe I was just being polite. She smiled and waved her hand like Bulma.
"Don't worry about it. My little brother and I used to doze off watching T.V. all the time." I looked at her, perplexed. She had a little brother? I didn't know about that. She gave me a grim smile.
"I didn't know you had a little brother." I said. She sighed, and started walking towards the kitchen, slowly, and the little image of the tombstone clipped in my head.
"Yeah, I did." Her voice echoed through the hall, and it sounded exasperated. I walked after her.
"He was such a good kid. He trained a lot harder than I did, too. He was so cute and funny, and liked to goof around...He was a mirror image of Goten's personality. You'd have liked him, Gohan." She sounded so grim and vague.
"I'm sure I would have, Videl. Do you want anything to eat?" I looked at her, (we had reached the kitchen) and she smiled at me, nodding. I went about setting something for us to eat. It was scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. We talked as we prepared the meal.
"What kinds of things did your brother do?" I asked her. She smiled, and chuckled. A glimpse of the deer flashed over my memory.
"He used to pull pranks on my father a lot. Like this one time, my father had been getting ready for a meeting with some important people, so he was rushing around the house trying to get ready. My brother took a bucket and filled it with water and flour, and put it over the door outside. He set it up so whoever walked in or out would be drenched and floured." I chuckled. Quite the conspirator.
"He originally wanted it to fall on dad's head when he would be rushing out the door, but he didn't know that the important people would be coming to OUR house for the meeting." I cringed, and I knew exactly what would be coming as I flipped a pancake on the griddle.
"Well, the door bell rang, and the C.E.O.'s didn't even notice the bucket was there. When my father opened the door to greet them, it went all over the place, getting on my father and the C.E.O.'s." She laughed, and I laughed with her.
"What happened then?" I asked. She put some bacon on a plate. Videl continued.
"My father got so mad that he sent my brother to boot camp for two months. When he got back, he was so much different than before. He was disciplined, always saying 'yessir' and 'no ma'am'. He was a perfect gentleman." I nodded. I wish Goten could act a bit more mature.
"How old was your brother then?" I asked her.
"He was 6 years old." That sent shock through my heart. A six year old boy, who was just trying to have some fun, getting sent to boot camp? How sick, twisted...
"Oh my God, your father sent a six year old kid to boot camp? Which one?" I stressed. She sighed in a deathly voice, and that made me get goose bumps.
"That one where the drill sergeant pushed this kid so far that he shot himself." I squirmed, but Videl seemed so unfazed.
"I'm sorry. It must've been hard on you and your mother." I consoled her.
"It was really hard on my mother. She begged my father not to send him there, but he insisted. It broke my mother to pieces." All I could do was say, "I'm sorry." What else could I possibly do for her?
"Well, when I was around eleven," She looked at me weird, "My father was killed. His anniversary is about two weeks from now." I told her. She squinted both of her eyes as she tossed scrambled eggs onto a separate plate.
"Isn't that when the anniversary of Cell's death comes about?" She asked. Well, of course she knew that, but I guess she was just checking to make sure that I knew that too.
"Yeah, he died the same day as Cell." I frowned, and the picture of the tombstone flashed in my mind, along with the vision of Earth being covered by the spear beast. I was never the same.
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A/N: I'm sorry about the delay of Chapter 2, but I had gone to Disney World for a week, and I had just never gotten around to doing that much of it for a couple of weeks. But here you go, another chapter out.
"Your writing prowess blows me away. Not very often you get detail and pacing as good as this. And why aren't you getting anymore reviews!??!" Well, if you're that interested, you can start reading my firsts, going from Galaxy, to War of Arcadia, Silent, They came frome WHERE?! and then this one. You can see how I've evolved as far as writing talent goes over just a couple of months.
Yeah, I do get kinda pissed off when no one reviews my stories. I like it so much better when they actually say something credible (Unlike Gin) or great constructive criticism. I also like it when people ask questions or make predictions. It gives me ideas and adds certain elements to the story that weren't there before.
Until next time...