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Thanks a whole lot, guys, for the reviews for my last chapter! I worked hard on it. I was constantly looking synonyms up in the thesaurus. So thanks much for the reviews, they're very rewarding!
"I can keep this up as long as you can," Goku told them. Goten was the first to slightly ascend with heavy and slow progression. He had to make a great effort simply to get to his raked and bloody knees and hold onto the large, broken fragment of the building.
"I...will..." He clenched his teeth as blood dripped from his mouth and chin. "I...can still..." He pointed his finger towards Goku. The alarmed expression lingering upon his father's face meant nothing to him.
He was so insane, so possessed within his own lunacy, that with the pitiful remains of his strength, all he could concentrate on was murdering Goku.
He made a horrid mistake in shooting at his father. Even the last tiny droplet of energy he attempted to fire sent him down on his back once more.
"Goten..." Goku's eyes were fixed to the frail figure that strained to breathe. Goten had been driven completely wild in the battle that had taken place during the previous night. He'd struggled with everything he had, including the very force that kept him alive. Now, he'd made the final mistake. He was dying, gradually, slowly, and torturously. The sun cast small shadows on his face that was riddled with shades of white, blue, and purple.
It was horrifying to Goku. With his dying breath, Goten had sworn he could still destroy the one who had raised and protected him. This is what the sickness did to innocent minds, made cruel and horrid people like the threats he'd fought before look no more dangerous than a child. The memories of when Goten was only a small boy ran into his head. That was still his son, no matter how old and independent Goten became, he would remain Goku's son.
A wild and terrifying vision flashed inside his mind. That small boy, a caring and innocent child, became infected with the most horrible ailment. Suddenly he turned into a gruesome, bloodthirsty fiend that desired solely to rip out the insides of everyone in sight.
. . . . . .
"Only two left," Bulma said, putting the five-star Dragon Ball within the bag. "Let's hope we can do this quickly enough. I just want this all to be over and done with."
"You think they're still okay?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Still worrying...I just said there's only two balls left, we're almost done looking." She glanced at the radar. "Look, they're even right next to each other. If we hurry we can get both of them within the hour."
"I hope it goes as well as we planned," Videl said, stepping back into the ship.
. . . . . .
"Very good, Kakarot. So now that your last son is almost dead, we can focus on you."
"Vegeta, don't you even get it that you're not yourself? You think I want to kill you?"
"Who asked what you wanted?" Vegeta clenched his hands tightly in his rage. "What I want is what matters. And right now I want to kill you."
"Heard it all before," Goku told him. "But you already tried. You're going to end up just like him." He motioned towards Goten.
"Shut up! I've gained more power than you could imagine. And it will allow me to finally destroy you!" The glowing aura surrounding Vegeta rose into the air incredibly, breaking through everything that surrounded him.
Panicked, Goku rushed over and grabbed Goten and Trunks by the wrists and rapidly took off to set them down away from the battle.
Goten's dying brain flashed back to only one desperate memory.
. . . . . .
He was lying just like this. He was stronger than he was right now, but still very weak. A hand reached out to him and placed a small bottle within his own palm. Flames were engulfing the area in which he sat, and he knew he had to run now or he wouldn't ever leave.
"You're too good to be just a lab rat," a voice met his ears. The owner of the voice was the same owner of the bleeding hand, the one that handed him the bottle of blue liquid. "Don't lose that...or it's over...for all of you..."
. . . . . .
"Yes! We have them! I don't believe it!"
"Quickly," Chi-Chi cried. "Summon the dragon!"
Bulma shouted at the seven flashing balls that lay before her.
They lit up incredibly, blinding the view before the three women. Hands in front of their eyes, they looked up as the dragon slithered through the air magnificently. Before they knew it, he was staring down at them, his deep breathing ringing through the air.
"Who has disturbed my slumber?" he asked.
"We did!" Bulma hesitantly called.
"You each have one wish," he told them.
"I wish for Gohan, my son, to come back to life!" Chi-Chi cried desperately.
"It is done. Your next wish..."
"Please, heal everyone infected with the brain virus!" Bulma called.
The dragon paused. "That is out of my power."
"I knew it..." she murmured.
Videl stepped in. "I wish to know if there is at all a cure!"
"Your wish is granted." He closed his eyes to search. Suddenly, they opened once more to stare at Videl. "There is a cure deep within the ice high atop the mountain. You shall find it there."
Bulma nodded. "That's all our wishes!"
"I understand. Farewell." The dragon disappeared within the balls, which rose quickly into the air, and separated, flying off in their different directions.
. . . . . .
The resurrection of Gohan finally ended as the last piece of skin reappeared upon the side of his face. He quickly got to his feet, panting. He gasped in his shock, and frantically searched for his right arm. Finding it there, he relaxed, but also became very puzzled.
"Did I...die?"
He thought back to what had happened. Unimaginable agony and misery had swallowed him, and he only had a fraction of a second to contemplate the fact that the right half of his body had been blown off by Vegeta and Trunks.
"Someone must have brought me back to life," he thought. Then, unexpectedly, he sensed the auras of Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl.
Immediately, he headed in their direction to meet them within the air.
. . . . . .
Goku stopped when he sensed the Ki of his son Gohan. Snapping back to where he was, he had just enough time to evade Vegeta's kick.
"Come on, aren't you going to fight instead of just keep running?"
He rounded upon his adversary. "Vegeta, I already told you, I have no interest in killing you, even in self-defense."
Vegeta's scowl suddenly vanished. "Oh, well. Even I couldn't say no to a moving target."
"Don't forget, a moving target is pretty hard to hit."
. . . . . .
With the last bit of life draining out of him, the last bit of self- consciousness came back to him. Goten was able to picture the blue bottle past the virus's smothering hold, wondering where he'd lost it. If he could find it...if he could live for just that for just a little longer...
Oh, boy! I had trouble starting that out, I must have changed the opening several times before I went with this one. Review!
Thanks a whole lot, guys, for the reviews for my last chapter! I worked hard on it. I was constantly looking synonyms up in the thesaurus. So thanks much for the reviews, they're very rewarding!
"I can keep this up as long as you can," Goku told them. Goten was the first to slightly ascend with heavy and slow progression. He had to make a great effort simply to get to his raked and bloody knees and hold onto the large, broken fragment of the building.
"I...will..." He clenched his teeth as blood dripped from his mouth and chin. "I...can still..." He pointed his finger towards Goku. The alarmed expression lingering upon his father's face meant nothing to him.
He was so insane, so possessed within his own lunacy, that with the pitiful remains of his strength, all he could concentrate on was murdering Goku.
He made a horrid mistake in shooting at his father. Even the last tiny droplet of energy he attempted to fire sent him down on his back once more.
"Goten..." Goku's eyes were fixed to the frail figure that strained to breathe. Goten had been driven completely wild in the battle that had taken place during the previous night. He'd struggled with everything he had, including the very force that kept him alive. Now, he'd made the final mistake. He was dying, gradually, slowly, and torturously. The sun cast small shadows on his face that was riddled with shades of white, blue, and purple.
It was horrifying to Goku. With his dying breath, Goten had sworn he could still destroy the one who had raised and protected him. This is what the sickness did to innocent minds, made cruel and horrid people like the threats he'd fought before look no more dangerous than a child. The memories of when Goten was only a small boy ran into his head. That was still his son, no matter how old and independent Goten became, he would remain Goku's son.
A wild and terrifying vision flashed inside his mind. That small boy, a caring and innocent child, became infected with the most horrible ailment. Suddenly he turned into a gruesome, bloodthirsty fiend that desired solely to rip out the insides of everyone in sight.
. . . . . .
"Only two left," Bulma said, putting the five-star Dragon Ball within the bag. "Let's hope we can do this quickly enough. I just want this all to be over and done with."
"You think they're still okay?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Still worrying...I just said there's only two balls left, we're almost done looking." She glanced at the radar. "Look, they're even right next to each other. If we hurry we can get both of them within the hour."
"I hope it goes as well as we planned," Videl said, stepping back into the ship.
. . . . . .
"Very good, Kakarot. So now that your last son is almost dead, we can focus on you."
"Vegeta, don't you even get it that you're not yourself? You think I want to kill you?"
"Who asked what you wanted?" Vegeta clenched his hands tightly in his rage. "What I want is what matters. And right now I want to kill you."
"Heard it all before," Goku told him. "But you already tried. You're going to end up just like him." He motioned towards Goten.
"Shut up! I've gained more power than you could imagine. And it will allow me to finally destroy you!" The glowing aura surrounding Vegeta rose into the air incredibly, breaking through everything that surrounded him.
Panicked, Goku rushed over and grabbed Goten and Trunks by the wrists and rapidly took off to set them down away from the battle.
Goten's dying brain flashed back to only one desperate memory.
. . . . . .
He was lying just like this. He was stronger than he was right now, but still very weak. A hand reached out to him and placed a small bottle within his own palm. Flames were engulfing the area in which he sat, and he knew he had to run now or he wouldn't ever leave.
"You're too good to be just a lab rat," a voice met his ears. The owner of the voice was the same owner of the bleeding hand, the one that handed him the bottle of blue liquid. "Don't lose that...or it's over...for all of you..."
. . . . . .
"Yes! We have them! I don't believe it!"
"Quickly," Chi-Chi cried. "Summon the dragon!"
Bulma shouted at the seven flashing balls that lay before her.
They lit up incredibly, blinding the view before the three women. Hands in front of their eyes, they looked up as the dragon slithered through the air magnificently. Before they knew it, he was staring down at them, his deep breathing ringing through the air.
"Who has disturbed my slumber?" he asked.
"We did!" Bulma hesitantly called.
"You each have one wish," he told them.
"I wish for Gohan, my son, to come back to life!" Chi-Chi cried desperately.
"It is done. Your next wish..."
"Please, heal everyone infected with the brain virus!" Bulma called.
The dragon paused. "That is out of my power."
"I knew it..." she murmured.
Videl stepped in. "I wish to know if there is at all a cure!"
"Your wish is granted." He closed his eyes to search. Suddenly, they opened once more to stare at Videl. "There is a cure deep within the ice high atop the mountain. You shall find it there."
Bulma nodded. "That's all our wishes!"
"I understand. Farewell." The dragon disappeared within the balls, which rose quickly into the air, and separated, flying off in their different directions.
. . . . . .
The resurrection of Gohan finally ended as the last piece of skin reappeared upon the side of his face. He quickly got to his feet, panting. He gasped in his shock, and frantically searched for his right arm. Finding it there, he relaxed, but also became very puzzled.
"Did I...die?"
He thought back to what had happened. Unimaginable agony and misery had swallowed him, and he only had a fraction of a second to contemplate the fact that the right half of his body had been blown off by Vegeta and Trunks.
"Someone must have brought me back to life," he thought. Then, unexpectedly, he sensed the auras of Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl.
Immediately, he headed in their direction to meet them within the air.
. . . . . .
Goku stopped when he sensed the Ki of his son Gohan. Snapping back to where he was, he had just enough time to evade Vegeta's kick.
"Come on, aren't you going to fight instead of just keep running?"
He rounded upon his adversary. "Vegeta, I already told you, I have no interest in killing you, even in self-defense."
Vegeta's scowl suddenly vanished. "Oh, well. Even I couldn't say no to a moving target."
"Don't forget, a moving target is pretty hard to hit."
. . . . . .
With the last bit of life draining out of him, the last bit of self- consciousness came back to him. Goten was able to picture the blue bottle past the virus's smothering hold, wondering where he'd lost it. If he could find it...if he could live for just that for just a little longer...
Oh, boy! I had trouble starting that out, I must have changed the opening several times before I went with this one. Review!