Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball GT.
In reference to the story, both Goku and Vegeta can't hold SS4 for very long, which is why they aren't transformed in this chapter.
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Chapter 16: The Wall of Reality
It was dark. She couldn't see anything. Slowly, she opened her eyes and realized that the eternal darkness was gone, and the evening sun had made a glowing spectacle, slightly shrouded by the smoke and ash in the air. Lifting her head, she looked out at the world from the floor of the tournament arena. Number 18 was on her knees, obviously just awakening too. Gradually she made it onto her knees as well. She was dusty and her skin had soot on it. She coughed and found her throat was all knotted up.
She heard footsteps behind her, and a warm hand on her arm. Someone helped her up, and carried her back to the shaded area. She couldn't tell who it was, since there was crap in her eyes and she felt a little woozy. She heard her name being called in a girl's voice, but she couldn't think right then. She left her thinking to later and fell asleep once again.
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Pan woke up to find herself lying not on the floor, but in a bed. With nice, comfortable sheets and a big, lavishly, fluffed up blanket on top of her. She also found she was wearing a Capsule Corp. jean jacket.
She bolted upright. Is this a dream? She panicked, wondering if she was insane. What happened to her Dad? Oh. Right. Flew off in a black hole.
Sadly, she watched the figures above her converse and then a black hole form near them. They stood there for what seemed like ages, then, one by one, they jumped into it, one figure going in after the clown.
The clown. The most dreadful, ugly thing she had ever seen.
"Pan! You woke up! Finally, I was getting worried." Bra flopped down on the bed next to her.
"Bra!"
They hugged, grateful they were both alright.
"Bra, where am I?" Pan inquired, since she really didn't know.
"Oh, silly, you're in Hercules' quarters, you know, above the participant area. Of what tournament, I don't know." Her voice was wavery. "So many were killed today, oh Pan, what happened?" Bra started crying and she hugged Pan again, whispering on her shoulder, "I'm so glad you're okay, Pan. I was so scared."
Pan could feel the emotion dripping off her like sweat, and she was slammed into the wall of reality. Dead. Their lives ruined. Gone. All because of a fuckin' clown. Anger boiled inside of her; it was in her blood. But grief overtook her, and she wept too, hot tears falling down her face.
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Pan didn't stay long in bed; she was up and jumping the stairs down to the bottom in a matter of minutes. What had happened to the others? Her mother? What about Marron? At the end of her jump she ran into someone she didn't expect to see.
"Trunks?" She gasped. "Trunks, are you okay?" Involuntarily, she threw her arms around him and could barely restrain from crying again.
Trunks hugged her back, and they were like that for at least thirty seconds, until they awkwardly broke up. Pan remembered what he had done, but it seemed so long ago; she didn't know if it mattered anymore. But the awkward silence between them showed that it did. And Pan quickly changed the subject.
"Where are the others? Did they make it out okay?" She asked, looking around for them.
"Yeah, they found us not too long ago."
"Well? Are they alright? Trunks! Spit it out."
"Everyone was a little scorched, so right now they are all sleeping."
"Oh."
18 joined them. She looked a little ruffled, but she was, on the whole, fine. She spoke next.
"Unfortunately, not all of us made it out safely."
"What?" Pan said, but then she remembered. The trail of men going up to the clown. Two of them dropping like flies.
"Who was it?"
"Yamcha and Tien," Trunks said.
"Oh. Where are they now?"
Trunks answered, "Probably with King Kai."
She gasped. They're dead!
"Pan, don't worry, we can always wish them back with the Dragonballs," Trunks reassured her.
"What about my dad? What about Grandpa? What are we going to do? We have to go after them!" Pan cried.
"Pan, we can't. Didn't you see that hole? It swallowed them up. There's no way we can get to them. We have absolutely no idea who that guy was and where we can find him and the others! Right now, I suggest we look for the injured. Maybe there are some survivors. Go get Bra and search the bleachers." Pan could tell Trunks was frustrated too.
She gave him a last opposing glare and did what he said. People were everywhere; it certainly wasn't just the Z fighters. There were people sitting in the stands, people on the grass lying down; it looked like Trunks had taken matters into his hands. He had gone up to Hercules' quarters and distributed all the blankets and sheets he could find. Those who were injured he had gone around to and done first aid.
The police and ambulances would arrive soon, and the people would be carried away. For now, the apartment was full, and everyone else camped out here. Crying kids, hungry families, it was a lot to bear. No one had the umph to start the food stands; either that or they were robbed. It looked like the whole parking lot had been blown up too.
Pan and Bra silently made their way toward the scorched and blown up bleachers. They all jutted up from the ground, charred and black. Broken from their body, the sharp metal bleachers made it hard to look for survivors. After a half hour of searching both Pan and Bra decided to give up. They flew back to what they called "Headquarters."
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Gohan limped across the floor that looked like the night sky, the stars twinkling up at him. Gohan took a moment to compliment the scenery, even though they were all on their deathbeds. The place they were in was almost like the time chamber, except the surroundings weren't pure white, it was the universe, except they were standing on it. It was like someone had painted their entire house the color of the night sky and the bright stars.
Unfortunately, they weren't in such a bright situation. After they had all flown up to the clown in the sky, terrorizing the tournament, the clown, who called himself Mystro, had invited them to a death match in an alternate universe. Currently, four men were down. Well, dead, actually. Those four unfortunate ones were Yamcha and Tien, who couldn't hold their own on their way up here, Kabuto and sadly, Goten. Both had gone down bravely, and it took all Gohan had not to break down now. He was fighting for life with only the fire of his anger and grief.
Gohan himself was bleeding from the leg, a really bad position for a wound. The Namek, Piccolo, was half-dead, his face beaten in. Krillin was off to the side, a bad bang to the head. Vegeta and Goku did not fuse, since the earrings were gone, but they were attacking Mystro together, and the Supreme Kai was watching them.
The three duelists were in a blur, and with Gohan's already dizzy eyesight, he could not follow them.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" The clown laughed wickedly, as if mocking the two saiyans attacking him. "Give it up, Saiyans!" His eyes twinkled as bright as the stars.
"Ahhhhhh!" Vegeta and Goku attacked him vigorously.
Mystro swept his arm and it grew to encase both men and it slammed them against the ground, a freakish extended movement that scared the hell out of Gohan. This clown was definitely from the circus. He was unbelievably powerful, more powerful than the undefeated Z team. Gohan couldn't get it out of his head that they were done for. It was so ominous; both Goku and Vegeta were SS3, their hair a blinding gold. Yet they could not lay a finger on him.
Suddenly, Mystro grabbed Goku by the back of his shirt and hurled him to the ground, next throwing Vegeta on top of him.
"Dad!" Gohan cried out, because Goku had given a gut-wrenching scream when he and Vegeta hit the ground.
"Ha, ha, ha! That's your father, then, is it? You poor boy! Watching the Earth's savior die must be horrifying! Ha, ha, ha! I love it!" His voice was a high, wicked voice, one that you wanted to close out from your ears forever. As if to prove his point, Mystro flew to the ground and looked down at Goku, with Vegeta lying next to him. With Gohan watching, the clown put all the weight in his foot straight down onto Goku. Another scream pierced the air, and Gohan couldn't take it anymore.
He charged the clown behind him and did a ki blast into his back. Mystro's scream was worse than Goku's. It was a screech from chalk on a blackboard. Vegeta sprung up and kicked the clown on the chin, forcing his head up, and spittle flying everywhere.
He landed and wiped his mouth, "That was pretty clever, although it was kind of one-sided, if you know what I mean."
Gohan charged him again, this time his feet not touching the ground. He tried to punch him but the clown caught it.
"Who are you?!" Gohan said through gritted teeth.
"Your worst nightmare," he said, his cackle chilling Gohan to the bone. He didn't see the ki blast forming near his stomach.
In reference to the story, both Goku and Vegeta can't hold SS4 for very long, which is why they aren't transformed in this chapter.
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Chapter 16: The Wall of Reality
It was dark. She couldn't see anything. Slowly, she opened her eyes and realized that the eternal darkness was gone, and the evening sun had made a glowing spectacle, slightly shrouded by the smoke and ash in the air. Lifting her head, she looked out at the world from the floor of the tournament arena. Number 18 was on her knees, obviously just awakening too. Gradually she made it onto her knees as well. She was dusty and her skin had soot on it. She coughed and found her throat was all knotted up.
She heard footsteps behind her, and a warm hand on her arm. Someone helped her up, and carried her back to the shaded area. She couldn't tell who it was, since there was crap in her eyes and she felt a little woozy. She heard her name being called in a girl's voice, but she couldn't think right then. She left her thinking to later and fell asleep once again.
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Pan woke up to find herself lying not on the floor, but in a bed. With nice, comfortable sheets and a big, lavishly, fluffed up blanket on top of her. She also found she was wearing a Capsule Corp. jean jacket.
She bolted upright. Is this a dream? She panicked, wondering if she was insane. What happened to her Dad? Oh. Right. Flew off in a black hole.
Sadly, she watched the figures above her converse and then a black hole form near them. They stood there for what seemed like ages, then, one by one, they jumped into it, one figure going in after the clown.
The clown. The most dreadful, ugly thing she had ever seen.
"Pan! You woke up! Finally, I was getting worried." Bra flopped down on the bed next to her.
"Bra!"
They hugged, grateful they were both alright.
"Bra, where am I?" Pan inquired, since she really didn't know.
"Oh, silly, you're in Hercules' quarters, you know, above the participant area. Of what tournament, I don't know." Her voice was wavery. "So many were killed today, oh Pan, what happened?" Bra started crying and she hugged Pan again, whispering on her shoulder, "I'm so glad you're okay, Pan. I was so scared."
Pan could feel the emotion dripping off her like sweat, and she was slammed into the wall of reality. Dead. Their lives ruined. Gone. All because of a fuckin' clown. Anger boiled inside of her; it was in her blood. But grief overtook her, and she wept too, hot tears falling down her face.
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Pan didn't stay long in bed; she was up and jumping the stairs down to the bottom in a matter of minutes. What had happened to the others? Her mother? What about Marron? At the end of her jump she ran into someone she didn't expect to see.
"Trunks?" She gasped. "Trunks, are you okay?" Involuntarily, she threw her arms around him and could barely restrain from crying again.
Trunks hugged her back, and they were like that for at least thirty seconds, until they awkwardly broke up. Pan remembered what he had done, but it seemed so long ago; she didn't know if it mattered anymore. But the awkward silence between them showed that it did. And Pan quickly changed the subject.
"Where are the others? Did they make it out okay?" She asked, looking around for them.
"Yeah, they found us not too long ago."
"Well? Are they alright? Trunks! Spit it out."
"Everyone was a little scorched, so right now they are all sleeping."
"Oh."
18 joined them. She looked a little ruffled, but she was, on the whole, fine. She spoke next.
"Unfortunately, not all of us made it out safely."
"What?" Pan said, but then she remembered. The trail of men going up to the clown. Two of them dropping like flies.
"Who was it?"
"Yamcha and Tien," Trunks said.
"Oh. Where are they now?"
Trunks answered, "Probably with King Kai."
She gasped. They're dead!
"Pan, don't worry, we can always wish them back with the Dragonballs," Trunks reassured her.
"What about my dad? What about Grandpa? What are we going to do? We have to go after them!" Pan cried.
"Pan, we can't. Didn't you see that hole? It swallowed them up. There's no way we can get to them. We have absolutely no idea who that guy was and where we can find him and the others! Right now, I suggest we look for the injured. Maybe there are some survivors. Go get Bra and search the bleachers." Pan could tell Trunks was frustrated too.
She gave him a last opposing glare and did what he said. People were everywhere; it certainly wasn't just the Z fighters. There were people sitting in the stands, people on the grass lying down; it looked like Trunks had taken matters into his hands. He had gone up to Hercules' quarters and distributed all the blankets and sheets he could find. Those who were injured he had gone around to and done first aid.
The police and ambulances would arrive soon, and the people would be carried away. For now, the apartment was full, and everyone else camped out here. Crying kids, hungry families, it was a lot to bear. No one had the umph to start the food stands; either that or they were robbed. It looked like the whole parking lot had been blown up too.
Pan and Bra silently made their way toward the scorched and blown up bleachers. They all jutted up from the ground, charred and black. Broken from their body, the sharp metal bleachers made it hard to look for survivors. After a half hour of searching both Pan and Bra decided to give up. They flew back to what they called "Headquarters."
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Gohan limped across the floor that looked like the night sky, the stars twinkling up at him. Gohan took a moment to compliment the scenery, even though they were all on their deathbeds. The place they were in was almost like the time chamber, except the surroundings weren't pure white, it was the universe, except they were standing on it. It was like someone had painted their entire house the color of the night sky and the bright stars.
Unfortunately, they weren't in such a bright situation. After they had all flown up to the clown in the sky, terrorizing the tournament, the clown, who called himself Mystro, had invited them to a death match in an alternate universe. Currently, four men were down. Well, dead, actually. Those four unfortunate ones were Yamcha and Tien, who couldn't hold their own on their way up here, Kabuto and sadly, Goten. Both had gone down bravely, and it took all Gohan had not to break down now. He was fighting for life with only the fire of his anger and grief.
Gohan himself was bleeding from the leg, a really bad position for a wound. The Namek, Piccolo, was half-dead, his face beaten in. Krillin was off to the side, a bad bang to the head. Vegeta and Goku did not fuse, since the earrings were gone, but they were attacking Mystro together, and the Supreme Kai was watching them.
The three duelists were in a blur, and with Gohan's already dizzy eyesight, he could not follow them.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" The clown laughed wickedly, as if mocking the two saiyans attacking him. "Give it up, Saiyans!" His eyes twinkled as bright as the stars.
"Ahhhhhh!" Vegeta and Goku attacked him vigorously.
Mystro swept his arm and it grew to encase both men and it slammed them against the ground, a freakish extended movement that scared the hell out of Gohan. This clown was definitely from the circus. He was unbelievably powerful, more powerful than the undefeated Z team. Gohan couldn't get it out of his head that they were done for. It was so ominous; both Goku and Vegeta were SS3, their hair a blinding gold. Yet they could not lay a finger on him.
Suddenly, Mystro grabbed Goku by the back of his shirt and hurled him to the ground, next throwing Vegeta on top of him.
"Dad!" Gohan cried out, because Goku had given a gut-wrenching scream when he and Vegeta hit the ground.
"Ha, ha, ha! That's your father, then, is it? You poor boy! Watching the Earth's savior die must be horrifying! Ha, ha, ha! I love it!" His voice was a high, wicked voice, one that you wanted to close out from your ears forever. As if to prove his point, Mystro flew to the ground and looked down at Goku, with Vegeta lying next to him. With Gohan watching, the clown put all the weight in his foot straight down onto Goku. Another scream pierced the air, and Gohan couldn't take it anymore.
He charged the clown behind him and did a ki blast into his back. Mystro's scream was worse than Goku's. It was a screech from chalk on a blackboard. Vegeta sprung up and kicked the clown on the chin, forcing his head up, and spittle flying everywhere.
He landed and wiped his mouth, "That was pretty clever, although it was kind of one-sided, if you know what I mean."
Gohan charged him again, this time his feet not touching the ground. He tried to punch him but the clown caught it.
"Who are you?!" Gohan said through gritted teeth.
"Your worst nightmare," he said, his cackle chilling Gohan to the bone. He didn't see the ki blast forming near his stomach.