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By the, to Trunks' Brat Baby...sorry if I couldn't explain it well enough in the last chapter. Goku didn't catch the virus because they're controlling it, which also means they can control whether it spreads or not. Remember Trunks was still trying to fight it when he ran into Vegeta, so he didn't have it under restrain just yet. And he had to specifically throw his blood at Gohan to infect him.
Goku kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, clenching his knees with his hands in his aggravation.
"Goku?"
He lifted his head to gaze up at Chi-Chi. Quickly he changed the expression on his face for her, giving her a light smile. "Hi."
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. I was only thinking."
"Do you think Videl and Bulma are okay?" Chi-Chi inquired, looking at the arm of the chair in her distress. "I mean, shouldn't they have been back by now? How long does it take to find the Dragon Balls when you have the radar?"
"I don't know." He glanced out of the window to the dark blue heavens where not a star was visible past the thick clouds. "I am a bit worried, it's late evening now..." He sat in concentrated thought for a long and uneasy amount of time. "I might have to go and find them." He got to his feet.
"No, Goku, what if you run into...?"
"Chi-Chi, this is our only solution. The Dragon Balls are our only other answer." But the longer he gazed into her shining and beseeching eyes, the more he felt a reluctance to leave. His expression softened. "Okay. I'll wait here for them. But if they don't come back by midnight, I'll have to see what's up."
Somewhat relaxed, Chi-Chi nodded in approval.
. . . . . .
"What did she say?"
"She said they were looking for the Dragon Balls to try and heal us." Goten threw the bag down at Vegeta's feet. Inside were the three found balls and the radar.
"Not anymore," Trunks grinned. He walked over to the huddling figure of a horrified Videl. She kept her eyes off of the caster of the shadow that crept over her.
"Seeing as how you were reasonable, we've decided to let you know that we killed Gohan."
The eyes on her pastel face widened with grief and terror, and tears began to run down along her cheeks. Little by little, her breath escaped her lungs from her open mouth as she endeavored to resist the urge to cry.
"He's lying out on the plains. Or half of him is, anyway."
She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth together. She wanted to stand up at that very instant and rip out Trunks's windpipe, but the fact that she was helpless weighed heavily upon her shoulders, smuggling the desire.
He left her sitting upon the soil and confronted Vegeta, arms crossed. "What do we do with them?"
"Let them go. They're not a bother, anymore."
"Just be grateful we decided not to hurt you," Goten said.
"It would have been a waste of time, anyways," Trunks told him. Carrying the bag, they took off into the air and left Bulma and Videl on the ground.
"Videl...are you okay?"
She nodded, then slowly rose to her feet to face the faint gaze of Bulma. "Just a bit shaken. They told me Gohan died." She wiped a tear away.
"Videl..." Bulma searched for any words that entered her mind that might possible console her comrade.
"Never mind. It's already done. We have to get the Dragon Balls back now so we can revive him and stop all of this."
"How? We can't just march up and say, 'Hey, mind if we have those back, please?'"
"We should go and tell Goku," Videl responded. She opened the door of the silver ship that still stood intact. Bulma only wondered why Vegeta and the boys hadn't destroyed it. Most likely, she thought, they wanted the two women to alert Goku on what had happened.
. . . . . .
"Hey. Why don't we find the others?" Trunks tossed one of the Dragon Balls in the air and caught it as it descended. He did this over and over as they all stood upon the darkened cliff where they had a good view of the city and wind rushed past their ears.
"What for?" Vegeta asked intolerantly.
"I thought we could use 'em to complete our pool table set," he remarked with a strong and defiant air of sarcasm, causing Vegeta to scowl. "Oh, wait. I have a better idea. Why don't we have a wish granted?"
"Like what?"
"A new car. To gain infinite strength, try that!" He caught the ball a final time and started to squeeze it impatiently within his grasp.
"We don't need infinite strength," Vegeta said, and shot the ball out of Trunks's hand. Goten, who was sitting on a rock, listening quietly, caught it as it flew back. "We just need to kill that imbecile Kakarot."
"What if something went wrong?"
"What could go wrong? The only thing that stopped me from eliminating him last time was that idiot son of his! And he's dead now!"
Goten grinned as he took note of the remark.
"I was only suggesting..." Trunks frowned.
Vegeta smirked. "Why? Are you scared of him?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"There is a difference between fear and wariness. We've seen him fight. Almost every time he seems to be too weak to stand a chance against the threat, but somehow he always pulls through."
"Hm. True. But I think this time we've got the advantage over him." Vegeta looked out to the rooftops of the city. "So let's go and say hello."
. . . . . .
"Did you get them?"
The two exhausted women hesitated as they looked from Chi-Chi to Goku. "Yes, and no."
"What does yes and no mean?" Chi-Chi placed her hands on her hips and glared at them icily between slits of narrowed eyes.
"We got three of them," Videl said.
"Yes?"
"And then they were stolen," Bulma finished.
"Stolen? By whom?" she shouted.
"By...them."
Chi-Chi sighed, and put a hand to her forehead. "Good grief. What's next? They come crashing into the house?"
The four heads turned to stare at the wall that was abruptly shattered in. "Close enough."
Goku moved in front of the women to guard them.
"Your head is mine," Vegeta scowled.
"Not without a fight."
"Naturally. You always want to do it the hard way."
"Goten!" Chi-Chi called at him. "Goten, what's wrong with you?"
He paid no heed to her cries as he remained outside the collapsed pieces of the wall. He merely stared at the scene that took place before him, lingering apprehensively for a first move.
"Goten!"
"Give it up, Chi-Chi," Bulma said.
"But –"
"He's beside himself," Videl uttered. "He even killed Gohan."
Chi-Chi's mouth hung open at these words. One of the only people she had left had been ruthlessly slain simply because he wanted to keep his mother and wife out of harm's way, and the hit to her heart was agonizing.
"As much I'd love to take the credit for that, they did," Goten pointed his thumb over at Trunks.
"Vegeta, look at me," Goku commanded.
"What do you think I'm doing, fool? Staring at the ceiling?"
"Look at Bulma and Trunks. Do you really want to kill them?"
"Save it," Vegeta snapped. "I'm not easily persuaded by sentimental preaching." He fired a ray of energy straight at Goku, who screamed as he flew back and crashed through walls and floors of concrete.
Vegeta stepped over the ruins, chips and fragments of concrete crunching beneath his feet, and advanced slowly towards his rival. Goku attempted to rise to his feet with what strength he had in him.
When he halted before Goku, Vegeta raised his fist, clenching it tightly, and smashed it into his rival's face. Goku landed face-first into all of the white, dusty pieces of wall.
"What, you're not even trying?"
Goku was lifted to his feet by his foe, and continued to stand motionless as he endured hit after hit after hit.
"What is he doing?" Chi-Chi sobbed as she witnessed the endless blows Goku withstood.
"Maybe he's giving up." Trunks observed the fight carefully.
"I don't know," Goten responded.
Finally finished! This took me forever to write, my hands are moving stubbornly today. Review!
And I got more reviews, again! It's absolutely great! Thanks much, guys!
By the, to Trunks' Brat Baby...sorry if I couldn't explain it well enough in the last chapter. Goku didn't catch the virus because they're controlling it, which also means they can control whether it spreads or not. Remember Trunks was still trying to fight it when he ran into Vegeta, so he didn't have it under restrain just yet. And he had to specifically throw his blood at Gohan to infect him.
Goku kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, clenching his knees with his hands in his aggravation.
"Goku?"
He lifted his head to gaze up at Chi-Chi. Quickly he changed the expression on his face for her, giving her a light smile. "Hi."
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. I was only thinking."
"Do you think Videl and Bulma are okay?" Chi-Chi inquired, looking at the arm of the chair in her distress. "I mean, shouldn't they have been back by now? How long does it take to find the Dragon Balls when you have the radar?"
"I don't know." He glanced out of the window to the dark blue heavens where not a star was visible past the thick clouds. "I am a bit worried, it's late evening now..." He sat in concentrated thought for a long and uneasy amount of time. "I might have to go and find them." He got to his feet.
"No, Goku, what if you run into...?"
"Chi-Chi, this is our only solution. The Dragon Balls are our only other answer." But the longer he gazed into her shining and beseeching eyes, the more he felt a reluctance to leave. His expression softened. "Okay. I'll wait here for them. But if they don't come back by midnight, I'll have to see what's up."
Somewhat relaxed, Chi-Chi nodded in approval.
. . . . . .
"What did she say?"
"She said they were looking for the Dragon Balls to try and heal us." Goten threw the bag down at Vegeta's feet. Inside were the three found balls and the radar.
"Not anymore," Trunks grinned. He walked over to the huddling figure of a horrified Videl. She kept her eyes off of the caster of the shadow that crept over her.
"Seeing as how you were reasonable, we've decided to let you know that we killed Gohan."
The eyes on her pastel face widened with grief and terror, and tears began to run down along her cheeks. Little by little, her breath escaped her lungs from her open mouth as she endeavored to resist the urge to cry.
"He's lying out on the plains. Or half of him is, anyway."
She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth together. She wanted to stand up at that very instant and rip out Trunks's windpipe, but the fact that she was helpless weighed heavily upon her shoulders, smuggling the desire.
He left her sitting upon the soil and confronted Vegeta, arms crossed. "What do we do with them?"
"Let them go. They're not a bother, anymore."
"Just be grateful we decided not to hurt you," Goten said.
"It would have been a waste of time, anyways," Trunks told him. Carrying the bag, they took off into the air and left Bulma and Videl on the ground.
"Videl...are you okay?"
She nodded, then slowly rose to her feet to face the faint gaze of Bulma. "Just a bit shaken. They told me Gohan died." She wiped a tear away.
"Videl..." Bulma searched for any words that entered her mind that might possible console her comrade.
"Never mind. It's already done. We have to get the Dragon Balls back now so we can revive him and stop all of this."
"How? We can't just march up and say, 'Hey, mind if we have those back, please?'"
"We should go and tell Goku," Videl responded. She opened the door of the silver ship that still stood intact. Bulma only wondered why Vegeta and the boys hadn't destroyed it. Most likely, she thought, they wanted the two women to alert Goku on what had happened.
. . . . . .
"Hey. Why don't we find the others?" Trunks tossed one of the Dragon Balls in the air and caught it as it descended. He did this over and over as they all stood upon the darkened cliff where they had a good view of the city and wind rushed past their ears.
"What for?" Vegeta asked intolerantly.
"I thought we could use 'em to complete our pool table set," he remarked with a strong and defiant air of sarcasm, causing Vegeta to scowl. "Oh, wait. I have a better idea. Why don't we have a wish granted?"
"Like what?"
"A new car. To gain infinite strength, try that!" He caught the ball a final time and started to squeeze it impatiently within his grasp.
"We don't need infinite strength," Vegeta said, and shot the ball out of Trunks's hand. Goten, who was sitting on a rock, listening quietly, caught it as it flew back. "We just need to kill that imbecile Kakarot."
"What if something went wrong?"
"What could go wrong? The only thing that stopped me from eliminating him last time was that idiot son of his! And he's dead now!"
Goten grinned as he took note of the remark.
"I was only suggesting..." Trunks frowned.
Vegeta smirked. "Why? Are you scared of him?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"There is a difference between fear and wariness. We've seen him fight. Almost every time he seems to be too weak to stand a chance against the threat, but somehow he always pulls through."
"Hm. True. But I think this time we've got the advantage over him." Vegeta looked out to the rooftops of the city. "So let's go and say hello."
. . . . . .
"Did you get them?"
The two exhausted women hesitated as they looked from Chi-Chi to Goku. "Yes, and no."
"What does yes and no mean?" Chi-Chi placed her hands on her hips and glared at them icily between slits of narrowed eyes.
"We got three of them," Videl said.
"Yes?"
"And then they were stolen," Bulma finished.
"Stolen? By whom?" she shouted.
"By...them."
Chi-Chi sighed, and put a hand to her forehead. "Good grief. What's next? They come crashing into the house?"
The four heads turned to stare at the wall that was abruptly shattered in. "Close enough."
Goku moved in front of the women to guard them.
"Your head is mine," Vegeta scowled.
"Not without a fight."
"Naturally. You always want to do it the hard way."
"Goten!" Chi-Chi called at him. "Goten, what's wrong with you?"
He paid no heed to her cries as he remained outside the collapsed pieces of the wall. He merely stared at the scene that took place before him, lingering apprehensively for a first move.
"Goten!"
"Give it up, Chi-Chi," Bulma said.
"But –"
"He's beside himself," Videl uttered. "He even killed Gohan."
Chi-Chi's mouth hung open at these words. One of the only people she had left had been ruthlessly slain simply because he wanted to keep his mother and wife out of harm's way, and the hit to her heart was agonizing.
"As much I'd love to take the credit for that, they did," Goten pointed his thumb over at Trunks.
"Vegeta, look at me," Goku commanded.
"What do you think I'm doing, fool? Staring at the ceiling?"
"Look at Bulma and Trunks. Do you really want to kill them?"
"Save it," Vegeta snapped. "I'm not easily persuaded by sentimental preaching." He fired a ray of energy straight at Goku, who screamed as he flew back and crashed through walls and floors of concrete.
Vegeta stepped over the ruins, chips and fragments of concrete crunching beneath his feet, and advanced slowly towards his rival. Goku attempted to rise to his feet with what strength he had in him.
When he halted before Goku, Vegeta raised his fist, clenching it tightly, and smashed it into his rival's face. Goku landed face-first into all of the white, dusty pieces of wall.
"What, you're not even trying?"
Goku was lifted to his feet by his foe, and continued to stand motionless as he endured hit after hit after hit.
"What is he doing?" Chi-Chi sobbed as she witnessed the endless blows Goku withstood.
"Maybe he's giving up." Trunks observed the fight carefully.
"I don't know," Goten responded.
Finally finished! This took me forever to write, my hands are moving stubbornly today. Review!