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I made it to chapter seven! I'd like to thank each and every individual reviewer for all the encouragement! One just can't keep it up without reviews...
The war seemed to rage on for several hours. Vegeta and Goku could only stand from their safe distance and watch as their sons fought with dwindling fury.
Finally, Goku could catch a glimpse of the sunrise from the corner of his eye, the yellowish-blue sky of morning where gray clouds dotted the horizon. There was a placid impression that came from the first ray of sun from over the buildings.
With dying strength, Trunks attempted to kick Goten for a final time, but could only throw him off balance.
Finally, the two exhausted fighters, bruised with blood saturating their clothes and staining their worn faces, collapsed in the street below.
Goku and Vegeta rapidly went to examine the limp, fatigued warriors before taking them home. Cautious, they approached. After checking what was left of the Ki, Vegeta was doubtless that the polluted aura of Trunks had vanished. At least for now.
He grabbed Trunks by the arm and hauled him over his shoulder. Goku did the same with his own son, and the two immediately headed for home.
. . . . . .
As soon as Chi-Chi had rushed down the stairs of her home to answer the knocks at her door, she knew who it was.
She opened it. "Goku!" She gasped, putting her hands over her mouth. To see her child so mutilated must be unbearable, Goku thought. He tried to comfort her.
"He's okay," he said. "He'll heal quickly, I have no doubt."
She helped carry Goten, who was still out cold, up to his bedroom, ignoring the blood that soaked into the sleeves of her robe. Tears uncontrollably dripped from her eyes as she took him to his room, and Goku could only wait until Goten would wake up to explain the madness in his behavior earlier.
At that moment, a creaking sound met the couple's ears. Gohan and Videl ran into the house hurriedly and up to the hallway outside the room.
"We saw you come home," Gohan said.
"What happened?" Videl's expression was very concerned.
"I'll tell you all later," Goku replied.
Even Gohan was fully horrified at the sight of his disfigured brother. It was actually nauseating. He took Videl downstairs, not wanting her to take in more of the disgustingly unforgettable picture.
Chi-Chi ran downstairs and pushed her way past the two to fetch a bowl of warm water and rags from the kitchen. She went back up to undertake the laborious task of restoring Goten to health as much as possible.
With Goku helping now and then, she wiped away the blood from Goten's arms and chest. What Goku saw appalled him beyond belief. In their fight of hatred and insanity, Trunks had actually taken the opportunity to grab shrapnel that randomly flew through the air and shove them into Goten ruthlessly. Wires, glass, and bits of metal and concrete were jammed inside his arms and chest.
Chi-Chi contained herself and went to empty the bowl of water in the kitchen.
Gohan and Videl watched as she passed. In the kitchen, she refilled the bowl with water, grabbed clean cloths, and also, to their confusion, grabbed another enormous bowl.
She set them down in the room. "Goku, stay with him. I have to go and get something."
She headed into the bathroom. After taking out some disinfectant from the cabinets, she washed a pair of large, silver tools she'd also grabbed. They were blunt and seemed to be specifically for grabbing things.
When she came back in the room, she saw Goten trying to move his arms. This wasn't going to be pretty, she knew. If only he could have stayed out for a few more minutes.
She put a hand over his head in her motherly manner. "It's alright, Goten. Goku, I need you to hold him down."
Goku hesitantly grabbed his son's wrists and watched apprehensively as Chi- Chi set the bowl under Goten's arm to catch any blood that would soon drain. She took up the tongs.
Gohan and Videl listened intently at Goten's mild groans and Chi-Chi's words.
"Try to be tough, Goten," she said. "This is going to hurt a lot."
Suddenly, a piercing scream met their ears.
Goku struggled with his son while Chi-Chi, too, tried to keep him down as she wrenched the tongs into Goten's arm. Successfully, she pulled out a sharp piece of a broken metal pole.
. . . . . .
"What do you mean we don't have any anesthetics left?" Bulma shouted, tying Trunks down to the bed with ropes. He struggled helplessly. He was so feeble now that even ropes sufficed to keep him strapped down.
"I looked everywhere you told me," Vegeta replied. "There isn't anything left."
Trunks gave up and panted, keeping almost completely still. Bulma gave him an apologetic look, one that he couldn't see since he couldn't even open his eyes.
She fetched the cloth and bowl of water to clean off the drying blood. Finally, she took his face in her hands. "Open your eyes," she told him.
He kept them stubbornly shut.
"Open them, I said."
He would have told her of how it would hurt if he could. But his breathing was too weak to help support any sound.
"Vegeta, bring me that box."
He handed her a medical box full of intimidating tools. She took out an odd- looking pair of utensils, and forced Trunks's eyes open. Sticking the gear to his eyelids, which forced them open, she was able to see the sharp bits of glass in his eyeballs.
"God, can you see?" she asked.
Trunks's gaze moved to her. Apparently, the glass had missed the vital parts of his eye, so he hadn't been blinded.
Vegeta recalled the events of the encounter. He remembered when Goten had grabbed up the flecks of glass and forced them into Trunks's eyes, meaning to blind him. He hadn't, fortunately.
Bulma took in a deep breath nervously. She took a pair of tweezers from the box and put them to Trunks's right eye.
He felt horrified when he became aware that he wouldn't be able to blink during all of this.
As Bulma grabbed the glass and tried to pull it out, Trunks's body generated enough adrenaline to break to ropes that held him down. Quickly withdrawing the tweezers so she wouldn't hit Trunks's eye, Bulma moved back.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks's throat with one hand and his shoulder with the other, holding him down.
"Be brave, Trunks. If you struggle, it'll take longer," Bulma said.
She pulled the next piece of glass out as Trunks protested with his cries.
I know that was very descriptive of all the pain and stuff...well, review!
I made it to chapter seven! I'd like to thank each and every individual reviewer for all the encouragement! One just can't keep it up without reviews...
The war seemed to rage on for several hours. Vegeta and Goku could only stand from their safe distance and watch as their sons fought with dwindling fury.
Finally, Goku could catch a glimpse of the sunrise from the corner of his eye, the yellowish-blue sky of morning where gray clouds dotted the horizon. There was a placid impression that came from the first ray of sun from over the buildings.
With dying strength, Trunks attempted to kick Goten for a final time, but could only throw him off balance.
Finally, the two exhausted fighters, bruised with blood saturating their clothes and staining their worn faces, collapsed in the street below.
Goku and Vegeta rapidly went to examine the limp, fatigued warriors before taking them home. Cautious, they approached. After checking what was left of the Ki, Vegeta was doubtless that the polluted aura of Trunks had vanished. At least for now.
He grabbed Trunks by the arm and hauled him over his shoulder. Goku did the same with his own son, and the two immediately headed for home.
. . . . . .
As soon as Chi-Chi had rushed down the stairs of her home to answer the knocks at her door, she knew who it was.
She opened it. "Goku!" She gasped, putting her hands over her mouth. To see her child so mutilated must be unbearable, Goku thought. He tried to comfort her.
"He's okay," he said. "He'll heal quickly, I have no doubt."
She helped carry Goten, who was still out cold, up to his bedroom, ignoring the blood that soaked into the sleeves of her robe. Tears uncontrollably dripped from her eyes as she took him to his room, and Goku could only wait until Goten would wake up to explain the madness in his behavior earlier.
At that moment, a creaking sound met the couple's ears. Gohan and Videl ran into the house hurriedly and up to the hallway outside the room.
"We saw you come home," Gohan said.
"What happened?" Videl's expression was very concerned.
"I'll tell you all later," Goku replied.
Even Gohan was fully horrified at the sight of his disfigured brother. It was actually nauseating. He took Videl downstairs, not wanting her to take in more of the disgustingly unforgettable picture.
Chi-Chi ran downstairs and pushed her way past the two to fetch a bowl of warm water and rags from the kitchen. She went back up to undertake the laborious task of restoring Goten to health as much as possible.
With Goku helping now and then, she wiped away the blood from Goten's arms and chest. What Goku saw appalled him beyond belief. In their fight of hatred and insanity, Trunks had actually taken the opportunity to grab shrapnel that randomly flew through the air and shove them into Goten ruthlessly. Wires, glass, and bits of metal and concrete were jammed inside his arms and chest.
Chi-Chi contained herself and went to empty the bowl of water in the kitchen.
Gohan and Videl watched as she passed. In the kitchen, she refilled the bowl with water, grabbed clean cloths, and also, to their confusion, grabbed another enormous bowl.
She set them down in the room. "Goku, stay with him. I have to go and get something."
She headed into the bathroom. After taking out some disinfectant from the cabinets, she washed a pair of large, silver tools she'd also grabbed. They were blunt and seemed to be specifically for grabbing things.
When she came back in the room, she saw Goten trying to move his arms. This wasn't going to be pretty, she knew. If only he could have stayed out for a few more minutes.
She put a hand over his head in her motherly manner. "It's alright, Goten. Goku, I need you to hold him down."
Goku hesitantly grabbed his son's wrists and watched apprehensively as Chi- Chi set the bowl under Goten's arm to catch any blood that would soon drain. She took up the tongs.
Gohan and Videl listened intently at Goten's mild groans and Chi-Chi's words.
"Try to be tough, Goten," she said. "This is going to hurt a lot."
Suddenly, a piercing scream met their ears.
Goku struggled with his son while Chi-Chi, too, tried to keep him down as she wrenched the tongs into Goten's arm. Successfully, she pulled out a sharp piece of a broken metal pole.
. . . . . .
"What do you mean we don't have any anesthetics left?" Bulma shouted, tying Trunks down to the bed with ropes. He struggled helplessly. He was so feeble now that even ropes sufficed to keep him strapped down.
"I looked everywhere you told me," Vegeta replied. "There isn't anything left."
Trunks gave up and panted, keeping almost completely still. Bulma gave him an apologetic look, one that he couldn't see since he couldn't even open his eyes.
She fetched the cloth and bowl of water to clean off the drying blood. Finally, she took his face in her hands. "Open your eyes," she told him.
He kept them stubbornly shut.
"Open them, I said."
He would have told her of how it would hurt if he could. But his breathing was too weak to help support any sound.
"Vegeta, bring me that box."
He handed her a medical box full of intimidating tools. She took out an odd- looking pair of utensils, and forced Trunks's eyes open. Sticking the gear to his eyelids, which forced them open, she was able to see the sharp bits of glass in his eyeballs.
"God, can you see?" she asked.
Trunks's gaze moved to her. Apparently, the glass had missed the vital parts of his eye, so he hadn't been blinded.
Vegeta recalled the events of the encounter. He remembered when Goten had grabbed up the flecks of glass and forced them into Trunks's eyes, meaning to blind him. He hadn't, fortunately.
Bulma took in a deep breath nervously. She took a pair of tweezers from the box and put them to Trunks's right eye.
He felt horrified when he became aware that he wouldn't be able to blink during all of this.
As Bulma grabbed the glass and tried to pull it out, Trunks's body generated enough adrenaline to break to ropes that held him down. Quickly withdrawing the tweezers so she wouldn't hit Trunks's eye, Bulma moved back.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks's throat with one hand and his shoulder with the other, holding him down.
"Be brave, Trunks. If you struggle, it'll take longer," Bulma said.
She pulled the next piece of glass out as Trunks protested with his cries.
I know that was very descriptive of all the pain and stuff...well, review!