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Chi-Chi sat silently, hands crossed, while Goten lay in his bed, supposedly sleeping. For the seventh time, Goku had gone to empty the bowl of draining blood before bringing it back up.
Chi-Chi stared at her son. She moved backwards and forwards through thoughts that racked her brain. Slowly, she rose to her feet. "Goten...Goten?" She moved hesitantly to where he lay. "Please, what happened to you? Why won't you be the way you used to be? What's wrong?" She seized his pale, limp, scabbed hand within her own and put it to her forehead. Tears fell onto the bed.
Goku returned with the bowl and set it beneath Goten's free arm. Blood steadily cascaded down and into the bowl. With sympathy washing through him, Goku advanced towards Chi-Chi and laid a consoling hand upon her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
. . . . . .
Finally, Bulma had finished cleaning Trunks's wounds. He was completely motionless, though his breathing was slightly stronger. Now and then his fingers would twitch within his distressed slumber.
Bulma glanced at Vegeta. She gazed past his expressionless eyes to perceive the concern in his mind. Troubled, she left the room to pace back and forth in the hallway.
Vegeta stared at the almost lifeless body of his son. Trunks's fingers twitched inwards once more. Sensing the disturbance in the way he was sleeping, Vegeta wondered whether or not he would wake up.
He looked intently at the pale, clammy face with swollen eyes that were riddled with hues of blue and purple from sheer weakness. And he realized that in Trunks's half-aware mind, he was giving up.
Vegeta left the room. Racked with frustration, confusion, and anger, he went to stare at the horizon of the buildings outside the window
Bulma entered the room again. She didn't want Trunks to be left alone. Her feet slowly crept across the cold floor, until she stood over him.
"Trunks," she sobbed. "Please. Don't...You're my child." Her knees fell to the ground, and before she could contemplate her actions, she'd grabbed his arm and pulled it over to hold onto it. "Trunks...don't...I can't lose you. You're my son. Please." She let the tears drip onto his insipid skin.
. . . . . .
Bulma, still clenching Trunks's arm, lifted her head from the sheets to look at him. She sat up quickly when she heard him groan. His blue-purple eyes opened faintly to look over at her.
A gasp caught Vegeta's attention, and he rushed into the tiny room, where he saw Trunks already sitting up.
"How are you feeling?" Bulma inquired.
"Tired." Trunks closed and opened a scabbed hand.
He let her throw her arms around his neck worriedly. "What happened?" she asked, releasing him.
"I think I fell asleep," he replied.
"I'll go make you some food. I'll be back."
As soon as Bulma had exited, Vegeta went to sit in a chair. "Tell me what happened last night," he demanded. "And tell me what happened when you were gone."
Trunks closed his eyes slowly, and then opened them again. His blood- specked orbs moved over to stare into his father's.
. . . . . .
They didn't remember how they got there, but it was of little matter. The reason why was also unimportant and meaningless. Nevertheless, the two boys, miles away from one another, had been standing outside.
Wind caused the grass to wave like the sea, and clouds moved overhead slowly. There was no disturbance in the air, nothing to cause wonderment in their empty minds.
A wave in the air brought them out of the bored trance. Close to their feet, a shadow seemed to lurk. There was, of course, no shadow at all. Not that either of them knew of this, but it seemed strange that ominous figures should be stalking them down when they were so far from one another, especially when the shadows had the same motive and were hunting at the same time.
Then, without warning, their faces were smothered. Their limbs were frozen and paralyzed, and their eyes were forced shut. They found it hard to breathe, but somehow they kept on inhaling and exhaling with a steady rhythm, and somehow, through a flood of agony, they survived.
For all those months, they seemed to sit in darkness. Suddenly, they felt a drowning sensation sweep over them. To open their eyes made them sting, and they kept them constantly unopened. But they could always hear voices.
"The taller one seems to be older and coping very well."
"What about that one?"
"His injuries were worse. He'll make it, though. He'll have a bit of a blood bath now and then, but he'll be just fine."
"What did you do with the original specimens?"
"They killed each other. We believe one victim has the ability to locate other victims. The virus wants to kill any other diseases similar to it. We studied it under a microscope. We put two infected cells together in the same liquid, and when we checked back, there was only one living."
"So the virus wants to destroy itself?"
"The virus seems to cause the brain to malfunction. We've noticed several cases of paranoia and hallucinogenic schizophrenia. These two, though...it's crazy. It's almost as if they're rabid."
"Will they want to kill each other?"
"And anyone else who catches the brain virus."
A week later, the two awoke to find themselves where they were before they'd been captured. They knew that whoever had set them free again was dead. Determined to forget about the traumatizing events, they headed towards their homes, still unaware that soon they would want to find and murder each other.
Victory is mine! I've completed chapter eight! Review!
Thank you all so much for the reviews! They're so supportive!
Chi-Chi sat silently, hands crossed, while Goten lay in his bed, supposedly sleeping. For the seventh time, Goku had gone to empty the bowl of draining blood before bringing it back up.
Chi-Chi stared at her son. She moved backwards and forwards through thoughts that racked her brain. Slowly, she rose to her feet. "Goten...Goten?" She moved hesitantly to where he lay. "Please, what happened to you? Why won't you be the way you used to be? What's wrong?" She seized his pale, limp, scabbed hand within her own and put it to her forehead. Tears fell onto the bed.
Goku returned with the bowl and set it beneath Goten's free arm. Blood steadily cascaded down and into the bowl. With sympathy washing through him, Goku advanced towards Chi-Chi and laid a consoling hand upon her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
. . . . . .
Finally, Bulma had finished cleaning Trunks's wounds. He was completely motionless, though his breathing was slightly stronger. Now and then his fingers would twitch within his distressed slumber.
Bulma glanced at Vegeta. She gazed past his expressionless eyes to perceive the concern in his mind. Troubled, she left the room to pace back and forth in the hallway.
Vegeta stared at the almost lifeless body of his son. Trunks's fingers twitched inwards once more. Sensing the disturbance in the way he was sleeping, Vegeta wondered whether or not he would wake up.
He looked intently at the pale, clammy face with swollen eyes that were riddled with hues of blue and purple from sheer weakness. And he realized that in Trunks's half-aware mind, he was giving up.
Vegeta left the room. Racked with frustration, confusion, and anger, he went to stare at the horizon of the buildings outside the window
Bulma entered the room again. She didn't want Trunks to be left alone. Her feet slowly crept across the cold floor, until she stood over him.
"Trunks," she sobbed. "Please. Don't...You're my child." Her knees fell to the ground, and before she could contemplate her actions, she'd grabbed his arm and pulled it over to hold onto it. "Trunks...don't...I can't lose you. You're my son. Please." She let the tears drip onto his insipid skin.
. . . . . .
Bulma, still clenching Trunks's arm, lifted her head from the sheets to look at him. She sat up quickly when she heard him groan. His blue-purple eyes opened faintly to look over at her.
A gasp caught Vegeta's attention, and he rushed into the tiny room, where he saw Trunks already sitting up.
"How are you feeling?" Bulma inquired.
"Tired." Trunks closed and opened a scabbed hand.
He let her throw her arms around his neck worriedly. "What happened?" she asked, releasing him.
"I think I fell asleep," he replied.
"I'll go make you some food. I'll be back."
As soon as Bulma had exited, Vegeta went to sit in a chair. "Tell me what happened last night," he demanded. "And tell me what happened when you were gone."
Trunks closed his eyes slowly, and then opened them again. His blood- specked orbs moved over to stare into his father's.
. . . . . .
They didn't remember how they got there, but it was of little matter. The reason why was also unimportant and meaningless. Nevertheless, the two boys, miles away from one another, had been standing outside.
Wind caused the grass to wave like the sea, and clouds moved overhead slowly. There was no disturbance in the air, nothing to cause wonderment in their empty minds.
A wave in the air brought them out of the bored trance. Close to their feet, a shadow seemed to lurk. There was, of course, no shadow at all. Not that either of them knew of this, but it seemed strange that ominous figures should be stalking them down when they were so far from one another, especially when the shadows had the same motive and were hunting at the same time.
Then, without warning, their faces were smothered. Their limbs were frozen and paralyzed, and their eyes were forced shut. They found it hard to breathe, but somehow they kept on inhaling and exhaling with a steady rhythm, and somehow, through a flood of agony, they survived.
For all those months, they seemed to sit in darkness. Suddenly, they felt a drowning sensation sweep over them. To open their eyes made them sting, and they kept them constantly unopened. But they could always hear voices.
"The taller one seems to be older and coping very well."
"What about that one?"
"His injuries were worse. He'll make it, though. He'll have a bit of a blood bath now and then, but he'll be just fine."
"What did you do with the original specimens?"
"They killed each other. We believe one victim has the ability to locate other victims. The virus wants to kill any other diseases similar to it. We studied it under a microscope. We put two infected cells together in the same liquid, and when we checked back, there was only one living."
"So the virus wants to destroy itself?"
"The virus seems to cause the brain to malfunction. We've noticed several cases of paranoia and hallucinogenic schizophrenia. These two, though...it's crazy. It's almost as if they're rabid."
"Will they want to kill each other?"
"And anyone else who catches the brain virus."
A week later, the two awoke to find themselves where they were before they'd been captured. They knew that whoever had set them free again was dead. Determined to forget about the traumatizing events, they headed towards their homes, still unaware that soon they would want to find and murder each other.
Victory is mine! I've completed chapter eight! Review!