To Fight On Shattered Dreams
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son, Nenriki Onji, Tairina Onji and Alex.
Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Reference to Rape and Alchohol Use.
Rated R
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Landing on the ground with a soft thud, Trunks turned his head, his eyes glowing dangerously. He was shortly joined by Goten, who looked around, dumbfounded. "Pretty empty here. Most people are usually here to see Hercule-"
Almost before he bothered saying Hercule, the crowds rushed into the stands, holding up their 'Go, Hercule!' signs.
"I spoke too soon." Turning his head to Trunks, he cocked his head, and slapped one hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up, Trunks, she's gonna be here."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Trunks kept his hardened expression, while a big red question mark floated over Goten's head.
"Uh...?"
"I don't wanna have to fight her, or deal with Broly. I just want everything to go back to normal; I wanna go back to being a College kid, not a fighter."
He sighed and placed one hand on his chin thoughtfully. "Me and Kitai have been talking about settling down lately. Even before we get married; We wanted to settle down and get our own house; becoming stable and stuff, you know? I'm confident that she could win this tournament...But no, not like this. I wanna be fighting by her side, not against her."
"What makes you think you're gonna be fighting against her? What makes you think she's even fighting"
Trunks pointed up at a large screen, where an automatic board was scrambling names for fighting. There was a list of competitors; 7 in each row. In the first was Trunks, Goten, Gohan, Videl, Pan, Piccolo and Goku. On the other was Broly, Hercule, Nenriki, Tien, Vegeta, some fighter they didn't know and Kitai. "There's a 50/50 chance I'll have to fight her, and if not, good. If so..." He allowed his voice to trail off as Gohan and the others landed aside him. Trunks turned to Nenriki and stared at her, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing coming out.
"No oogling, Trunks," Nenriki smirked and began off, followed by Tien.
Peering up at the board as the scrambling began to slow, and forcing the lump in the back of his throat down, he paused as his eyes scanned the new verses listings. "Broly verses Goku...Hercule verses Gohan, Nenriki verses Videl, Tien verses Pan-" Trunks paused and snickered at the thought. Boy, Tien sure would be embarassed if a little kid whooped his ass. Snickering, he began again. "Dad verses me, that fighter verses Piccolo and Goten verses Kit-"
He paused in mid sentence and froze, sensing the familiar, violent ki. Turning around, he stared breathlessly as Broly landed and place Kitai down.
"Kitai..." He felt his heart drop as Broly leaned over and kissed her. It was Kitai, but something was wrong...Something wasn't right. Something was fishy about everything.
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Fishing through things in her lab, Bulma paused. "Where is it? If I don't find that, we're all screwed..." Staring at a piece of paper where she could swear the bracelet-wristband had once been, she picked it up, scanning it briefly.
"I cannot be controlled anymore, - Kitai..." I was most distinctly her handwriting. Though something seemed a little off. "No. It couldn't be..." Bulma shook her head unsurely. Pulling a cell phone from her pocket, she exited the lab, joining Bra in the living room.
Tapping her foot while she waited for someone to answer, she snatched the remote from Bra, recieving a screech from her daughter, and flipped it to the channel the fight was supposed to be on. It began slowly introducing the characters, the phone still howling emptily. Finally, the phone was answered, Chi-Chi's voice echoing on the line somewhat miserably. "Hello?"
"Chi-Chi? Hey, what's up?"
She sighed heavily. "Those three are skipping school to be in this tournament!"
"That's not something to be concerned about, Chi. Turn on the channel to 17."
"Okay, one second-" Chi-Chi put the receiver down and opened the door, smiling as Krillin, Marron, Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, 18, 17, and that turtle who's damn name I keep forgetting stood in the doorway. "Oh..Um...Hi, everyone..."
Before even recieving a proper invitation, they zoomed into the house, raiding the living room, kitchen, bathroom and of course, TV. "Channel 17, right Krillin?" Oolong narrowed his eyes at the bald monk.
"I think so." He sweatdropped and looked sideways as Chi-Chi joined them in the living room, a cracking smile on her face. "Thanks for joining me...."
"Chi-Chi? CHI-CHI!" Turning back to the phone, she held it up, staring at the TV. "Yeah?"
"Didju see what they introduced as the first match?"
"No, who-" She paused as she saw Broly slowly settled himself into the arena, followed by Goku. "Oh...My...Kami..." She felt her heart beat wildly in her chest. "But...no..."
"Chi, there's more."
"Kitai's there...And she has the bracelet."
"WHAT?!" A couple birds fled the house, from fear of Chi-Chi's voice as the whole Earth shook. Or maybe it was just the house? Who knows.
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Staring at Broly coldly, Goku went into a fighting position, taking a deep breathe. "You're not going to get away with whatever you did to Kitai."
"It's called brainwashing; your stupid daughter doesn't have the intellect to resist me. You're a bunch of idiots, Kakarot, and you'll pay for that idiocy. Atleast this way, if Prince Trunks or King Vegeta make it to the finals, can end their fears of death. The both of them at once; what a greatness that would be, my father would have been proud."
"You're a murderer, Broly. You want my own daughter to murder me the way you did to your father, but it's not ending that way! Kitai's got a moral conscience, she'll defeat you, and she might even win this tournament!"
"She'll die before she wins this tournament. I'll be sure of it."
"I won't allow you to do this...Not to me...Not to Gohan...Not to Goten...And not to Kitai either!" Goku clenched his fist, and his eyes clenched tight, while his hair glew gold, spiking up. His eyes snapped open, revealing aqua-colored pupil's. "I told you before, I won't allow you to do this to my family....They are my family, and I will lay MY life on the line, if to ever save them! Now you'll die!" He charged forward, his eyes glowing dangerously.
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Kitai: ...I wanna plushie for even being in this chapter. e.E
Trunks: *Looks down Kitai's new shirt*
Kitai: o.o; I WANNA PLUSHIIIIIIIIIE! OR ELSE I GO ON STRIIIIIKE!
Nenriki: *Smacks Kitai with a Naitina Plushie* .;
Kitai: I'm good. _ _
Trunks: Is there even a point to this segment?
Kitai: Technically, no, we have no reviews for last chappie yet. *Throws Moogle Plushies at all of ya* The thing from last chappie is still on. Good? Good. Okay. I WANNA MOOGLE PLUSHIE!
Trunks: ...Review so she'll shaddup. .;
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son, Nenriki Onji, Tairina Onji and Alex.
Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Reference to Rape and Alchohol Use.
Rated R
~
Landing on the ground with a soft thud, Trunks turned his head, his eyes glowing dangerously. He was shortly joined by Goten, who looked around, dumbfounded. "Pretty empty here. Most people are usually here to see Hercule-"
Almost before he bothered saying Hercule, the crowds rushed into the stands, holding up their 'Go, Hercule!' signs.
"I spoke too soon." Turning his head to Trunks, he cocked his head, and slapped one hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up, Trunks, she's gonna be here."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Trunks kept his hardened expression, while a big red question mark floated over Goten's head.
"Uh...?"
"I don't wanna have to fight her, or deal with Broly. I just want everything to go back to normal; I wanna go back to being a College kid, not a fighter."
He sighed and placed one hand on his chin thoughtfully. "Me and Kitai have been talking about settling down lately. Even before we get married; We wanted to settle down and get our own house; becoming stable and stuff, you know? I'm confident that she could win this tournament...But no, not like this. I wanna be fighting by her side, not against her."
"What makes you think you're gonna be fighting against her? What makes you think she's even fighting"
Trunks pointed up at a large screen, where an automatic board was scrambling names for fighting. There was a list of competitors; 7 in each row. In the first was Trunks, Goten, Gohan, Videl, Pan, Piccolo and Goku. On the other was Broly, Hercule, Nenriki, Tien, Vegeta, some fighter they didn't know and Kitai. "There's a 50/50 chance I'll have to fight her, and if not, good. If so..." He allowed his voice to trail off as Gohan and the others landed aside him. Trunks turned to Nenriki and stared at her, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing coming out.
"No oogling, Trunks," Nenriki smirked and began off, followed by Tien.
Peering up at the board as the scrambling began to slow, and forcing the lump in the back of his throat down, he paused as his eyes scanned the new verses listings. "Broly verses Goku...Hercule verses Gohan, Nenriki verses Videl, Tien verses Pan-" Trunks paused and snickered at the thought. Boy, Tien sure would be embarassed if a little kid whooped his ass. Snickering, he began again. "Dad verses me, that fighter verses Piccolo and Goten verses Kit-"
He paused in mid sentence and froze, sensing the familiar, violent ki. Turning around, he stared breathlessly as Broly landed and place Kitai down.
"Kitai..." He felt his heart drop as Broly leaned over and kissed her. It was Kitai, but something was wrong...Something wasn't right. Something was fishy about everything.
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Fishing through things in her lab, Bulma paused. "Where is it? If I don't find that, we're all screwed..." Staring at a piece of paper where she could swear the bracelet-wristband had once been, she picked it up, scanning it briefly.
"I cannot be controlled anymore, - Kitai..." I was most distinctly her handwriting. Though something seemed a little off. "No. It couldn't be..." Bulma shook her head unsurely. Pulling a cell phone from her pocket, she exited the lab, joining Bra in the living room.
Tapping her foot while she waited for someone to answer, she snatched the remote from Bra, recieving a screech from her daughter, and flipped it to the channel the fight was supposed to be on. It began slowly introducing the characters, the phone still howling emptily. Finally, the phone was answered, Chi-Chi's voice echoing on the line somewhat miserably. "Hello?"
"Chi-Chi? Hey, what's up?"
She sighed heavily. "Those three are skipping school to be in this tournament!"
"That's not something to be concerned about, Chi. Turn on the channel to 17."
"Okay, one second-" Chi-Chi put the receiver down and opened the door, smiling as Krillin, Marron, Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, 18, 17, and that turtle who's damn name I keep forgetting stood in the doorway. "Oh..Um...Hi, everyone..."
Before even recieving a proper invitation, they zoomed into the house, raiding the living room, kitchen, bathroom and of course, TV. "Channel 17, right Krillin?" Oolong narrowed his eyes at the bald monk.
"I think so." He sweatdropped and looked sideways as Chi-Chi joined them in the living room, a cracking smile on her face. "Thanks for joining me...."
"Chi-Chi? CHI-CHI!" Turning back to the phone, she held it up, staring at the TV. "Yeah?"
"Didju see what they introduced as the first match?"
"No, who-" She paused as she saw Broly slowly settled himself into the arena, followed by Goku. "Oh...My...Kami..." She felt her heart beat wildly in her chest. "But...no..."
"Chi, there's more."
"Kitai's there...And she has the bracelet."
"WHAT?!" A couple birds fled the house, from fear of Chi-Chi's voice as the whole Earth shook. Or maybe it was just the house? Who knows.
~
Staring at Broly coldly, Goku went into a fighting position, taking a deep breathe. "You're not going to get away with whatever you did to Kitai."
"It's called brainwashing; your stupid daughter doesn't have the intellect to resist me. You're a bunch of idiots, Kakarot, and you'll pay for that idiocy. Atleast this way, if Prince Trunks or King Vegeta make it to the finals, can end their fears of death. The both of them at once; what a greatness that would be, my father would have been proud."
"You're a murderer, Broly. You want my own daughter to murder me the way you did to your father, but it's not ending that way! Kitai's got a moral conscience, she'll defeat you, and she might even win this tournament!"
"She'll die before she wins this tournament. I'll be sure of it."
"I won't allow you to do this...Not to me...Not to Gohan...Not to Goten...And not to Kitai either!" Goku clenched his fist, and his eyes clenched tight, while his hair glew gold, spiking up. His eyes snapped open, revealing aqua-colored pupil's. "I told you before, I won't allow you to do this to my family....They are my family, and I will lay MY life on the line, if to ever save them! Now you'll die!" He charged forward, his eyes glowing dangerously.
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Kitai: ...I wanna plushie for even being in this chapter. e.E
Trunks: *Looks down Kitai's new shirt*
Kitai: o.o; I WANNA PLUSHIIIIIIIIIE! OR ELSE I GO ON STRIIIIIKE!
Nenriki: *Smacks Kitai with a Naitina Plushie* .;
Kitai: I'm good. _ _
Trunks: Is there even a point to this segment?
Kitai: Technically, no, we have no reviews for last chappie yet. *Throws Moogle Plushies at all of ya* The thing from last chappie is still on. Good? Good. Okay. I WANNA MOOGLE PLUSHIE!
Trunks: ...Review so she'll shaddup. .;