Chapter 18
Wow! I managed to update quickly! This chapter might seem very short, but that's because I've decided not to use the 'Enter' key so much (hehe)! I've still managed to fit in more than 1000 words, which is good because before I post a Chapter I make sure that the story (not including the disclaimer, author's notes, etc.) is at least 1000 words long. Yeah, you probably think that is short, but I want to keep the chapters of this story short and simple. In my next epic, I might think of making them longer!
The story that I would like to advertise this time is called Sibling Rivalry, by PurePsychicEspeon (PPE). I haven't actually read all that she's posted yet (bad, bad Pearlz!), but from what I've read, it seems to be a really good Fan fic. The main characters are Gohan and Taiyo (a.k.a. Goten). Won't say too much so I don't give the plot away, but I do recommend that you read it!
As I always say, I don't own DBZ and I'm not making any money from writing this fic (That would be grand though ^-^). I do own Bodu, however, and any new characters, places, etc.
Please R&R. And because I've never gotten any before, I will accept flames, as long as the person is actually criticising about something that is really bad!
He levitated in the warm, subtropical air; his body curled into a tight fighting stance, his muscles bunched together firmly - almost stiffly in fact - ready to contract at the slightest movement, his glowing eyes of aquamarine retaining their gaze on a pair of almost identical ones, yet at the same time they seemed so different from each other. One of the pairs of eyes was shining with determination and innocence; the other pair glittered with a strong sheen of evil, almost seeming to laugh at the one who possessed the innocent, warm-hearted eyes.
Gohan did not let his sight wander from his enemy Bodu, keeping them locked onto the Cehang-jin. He had learnt from a very young age - when he was training with Piccolo-san - that he should never look away from his enemy for even an instant, for that would surely bring to him to a disadvantage, and maybe even defeat.
However, that was not exactly what he was thinking about; his mind more focused on a haunting instinct that was telling him that something was wrong. The instinct was so strong however, that he was beginning to feel that if he continued to fight Bodu, his life would come to an end. He knew that there was no way that he could let that happen; or Chikyuu-sei would be the same planet of blood that he recalled from his dream.
No, not a dream. A nightmare.
He shuddered involuntarily as he recounted those horrible events that had happened in his nightmare: the ocean of blood that had been so vast that there had not seemed to have been an end to it, the countless bodies that had been floating on its surface, the many bodies that had somehow become caught in the wicked crowns of those evil trees with their gnarly black branches and blood-red leaves, and many bodies that he knew were unaccounted for, as they had probably sunk into the depths of the bloody sea ages ago. It still seemed too vivid and unreal for it to happen now, but he knew that something similar could befall Chikyuu.
Returning to the present and remembering the strong instinct that was warning him of something that could happen in the future, he searched every other instinct once again to see if he might have missed something that could possibly explain this sense of dread that he was feeling. But finding none, he decided to cloak the feeling in darkness so that he could focus on killing Bodu. Usually, he would have tried to think of anything other than killing someone; but even in this short time that he had known the Cehang-jin, he knew that the creature deserved nothing but death. Not even the Chikyuusei-jin inside of him argued with that, also seeming to agree that Bodu had to die. He could not let such a demon walk away from this fight alive, even if he had to use his last breath to ensure that that would not happen.
Bodu did not seem to be fazed by the icy glare that the hybrid was giving him - in fact, that only caused his blood to boil with even more excitement. His stance was open, his smirk clearly showing how proud and arrogant he was.
Now!
As that command echoed off the walls of his mind, he outstretched his arm; pointing his hand at the demi Saiya-jin and launching a ki blast almost as icy and blue as the two warriors' eyes
Piccolo continued to search within his mind, searching for some information about the Cehang-jin, however insignificant it might be. His eyes were closed, his head bowed, his arms remaining tensely by his side, his mouth drawn into a frustrated scowl as he analysed the many thoughts and memories that were inside his mind.
Everyone else who stood upon the pearly white tiles of the palace floors was gazing at the Nameksei-jin curiously, though at the same time a strong feeling of anxiety was rushing through their veins. They all wanted to know why Piccolo was trying so hard to find what he was seeking - which they all didn't know was actually knowledge about the Cehang-jin. However, that same curiosity was what was causing them to feel anxious, as they were wondering why it seemed so important.
The only one who knew exactly what Piccolo was trying to find was Son Goten; he knew that his Niichan's mentor was actually taking what he had said for real, even though he himself couldn't believe that such a person would actually believe a child who wasn't even at the age of two yet.
Gohan-chan
ChiChi was the only person there who was not trying to figure out about what Piccolo was doing, as she was thinking about her eldest son. She still believed that her Son Gohan was still out there, and her whole soul was hoping that he was all right. She began to think back to when the person whom everyone had then referred to as 'the Traitor' had set his feet upon the very floor on which she was standing, carrying her youngest son Goten; she had seen in his eyes what she had always been able to see in both of her sons' and her husband's eyes: innocence. But she had been too shocked and confused to believe what she was seeing, so she had hidden it behind a fake mask of hate. The mask might have been fake, but the look that was set upon her face was believable. It had hurt her deeply so to fake to Gohan - not 'the Traitor' - that she hated him, and now she was longingly wanting him to come back, so she could tell him that she did indeed believe that he was her son, and that she loved him.
Even now though, she was still too mesmerised to tell anyone about it, even her best friend, Bulma-san. But she still believed
Gohan was staring up at the icy comet that was homing in on him, trying to determine if he should deflect the blast or just let it hit him. As his sixth sense told him that it was too strong for him to take, he batted it away; the comet instead crashing into the sea, sending an upsurge of water that shone like diamonds.
That was much stronger than any of Bodu's past attacks has been, I think I will have to power up.
He was trying to conserve his ki, keeping it sealed tightly within a jar until he would really need it; though now, the warrior inside of him was urgently telling him that he had to use some of it; however, he had to increase it minimally, so that he would not gain the attention of the Cehang-jin
Kuso!
He cursed silently as he remembered that Bodu could read his mind - every little thought was automatically sent to the Cehang-jin's mind, thus allowing him to be able to avoid any attacks. Deciding that he might as well increase it quickly, he brought his clenched fists up to his face, his teeth grit, showing his inherited Saiya-jin canines; then with a loud scream that would echo for miles, the golden aura around him began to intensify its range so that from afar, he looked like a small dot trapped within a golden cyclone.
Bodu smirked, his eyes glittering with the sign of victory. Don't you know that by using your full power you are ensuring your own death?
To be continued