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Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for those reviews! How good it is to see those! Did I mention how grateful I am to get reviews?
I'm running out of ideas...I might have to make the next chapter my last, just an early warning...90% that the next chapter will close the story up.
"Oh, Gohan!" Videl threw her arms around him. He gently placed his hands upon her head, his eyes gazing down at the concerned yet reassured appearance that still hung on her face.
"See?" Bulma nodded. "You shouldn't worry so much, Chi-Chi."
"Where's Dad?" he inquired, looking up at his mother.
"Your father..." Chi-Chi's smile vanished. There was a soundless pause.
"He got sick, Gohan," Bulma told him. "But he's alright! Don't worry about him. He's got good control over the virus. He's trying to distract the others while we go and find the cure."
"What cure?"
"The dragon couldn't cure them for us, but he knew where one was," Videl told him. "He said it's high up on the mountain in the ice."
"Whichever mountain he was talking about," Bulma remarked.
"That's right," Chi-Chi nodded. "He didn't say the specific name of one. How do we know which one to search?"
"Well, we have to start somewhere," Gohan told them, releasing his wife. "I'll go and look for it."
"That won't be easy. There are approximately a few thousand mountains in the world," Bulma told him.
"Just the ones with ice at the summit year-round, though?" he asked.
"That narrows it down to approximately a few hundred." She crossed her arms. "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"At least we know the needle is in the haystack. I'm gone." Gohan took off for the nearest mountain, leaving the others behind, shielding their eyes against the sun as they watched him depart.
Finally, Chi-Chi spoke. "Well? Shall we look for it, or what?"
. . . . . .
Bulma was right, Gohan thought. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How do I even know what it looks like?
He descended to the first, icy mountaintop that approached within his line of view, and began to search. "In the ice, huh?" He kicked piles of snow aside randomly, spying for an object that might be medicine. Hours of hunting for the cure brought him no success, and discouragement sank inside him little by little. He pondered on the chances of finding something he'd never laid eyes on.
Abandoning the summit, he commenced his next pursuit. In the mountain, he thought. In the mountain. The mountain. He contemplated on what Videl had told him. At last, the concept of a certain mountain and where the cure lay entered his mind. He would immediately continue his hunt on that mountain.
. . . . . .
"I'm tired of games!" Vegeta shouted.
Goku, suppressing his Ki and taking refuge behind a last, standing piece of building, remained silent. He hoped greatly that aid would soon come to him.
"This has gone far enough!" Vegeta clenched his fists tightly in his fury. "I'll make the last move!" His hands nearly held together, and his arms backed up astoundingly with adrenaline and muscle, he prepared to fire. "Final Flash!"
Goku suddenly snapped back into the present, but time had run out. It was too late for him to make an attempt of evasion from the flood of energy that enveloped him and all the surrounded him.
The cries of anguish and distress came within Vegeta's hearing. He sought out the Saiyan form from within the tidal wave of his attack. When the bright, golden wave dispersed, he headed towards the stunned fighter.
Goku, his eyes opening to glare up at his adversary, scowled with impatience. Time was running out. One of them was going to fall as both warriors became increasingly enraged with each passing second.
. . . . . .
Snow hadn't fallen upon the peak of the mountain for a considerable amount of time, allowing the scattered, frozen blood drops to remain visible upon the indiscriminate pieces of rock which peered out of their white blanket.
"I must be in the right place." Gohan stared out over the top of the canopy of clouds, the sun hitting him and the atmosphere with a blinding luminosity.
He knelt down, scraping his fingers through the layer of snow, seeking out the nameless cure.
At last, beneath a thick shield of ice, he located the tiny bottle. He put his hand to the ice to summon a tiny aura of energy to melt through.
At last, Gohan was able to cautiously retrieve the delicate vial, grasping it securely.
. . . . . .
"It's not here," Videl called. "What do you want us to do?"
Bulma, stressed and aggravated, put a hand to her forehead. "I don't know. This could take forever..."
"Hey, he's back!"
Bulma's eyes followed the form that steadily grew closer and closer to where they stood. Gohan landed before them, holding up the bottle for them to examine it.
"Yeah, you found it!"
"That not nearly enough for all of them, though," Bulma said. He presented the tiny, cold vial to her. "Hm. If I can analyze it, I might be able to make enough for all of them. It might take some time, but I could get it done." She handed it back to him.
"We actually found it." Chi-Chi's eyes glowed with anticipation.
Bulma stepped inside the ship, which sat only a few yards away, situating herself within the driver's seat. The others followed her, taking the passenger seats near the windows.
Soon, the engine was fired up, and Bulma was directing the silver, sleek vehicle through the air back to her lab. In the back, Gohan still gripped the bottle firmly.
. . . . . .
Goten's thoughts grew louder and louder inside his head, trying to burst their way past the suffocating grasp of the disorder in his brain. He tried to force himself out of his near-dead state. Open your eyes, he commanded. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. If you want to live longer, open your eyes. Slowly, the eyelids shielding his left eye parted, revealing the world to him through a tiny slit.
Though he could glance up at the blurred shadows standing over him, he was oblivious to the threat beside him. Sensing the newborn authority within Goten's mind, Trunks opened his own eyes, crazed and alert. He sat up with startling wariness, and his fingers curled in and out as he itched to destroy Goten.
My brain is really at a loss for skillful writing today. If I can get some good, waste-of-time movies in my head, I might be able to do better tomorrow. If I do end this story with the next chapter, I wonder if I should start another one. Hm, you guys have to tell me, since I write solely for my readers! Review!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for those reviews! How good it is to see those! Did I mention how grateful I am to get reviews?
I'm running out of ideas...I might have to make the next chapter my last, just an early warning...90% that the next chapter will close the story up.
"Oh, Gohan!" Videl threw her arms around him. He gently placed his hands upon her head, his eyes gazing down at the concerned yet reassured appearance that still hung on her face.
"See?" Bulma nodded. "You shouldn't worry so much, Chi-Chi."
"Where's Dad?" he inquired, looking up at his mother.
"Your father..." Chi-Chi's smile vanished. There was a soundless pause.
"He got sick, Gohan," Bulma told him. "But he's alright! Don't worry about him. He's got good control over the virus. He's trying to distract the others while we go and find the cure."
"What cure?"
"The dragon couldn't cure them for us, but he knew where one was," Videl told him. "He said it's high up on the mountain in the ice."
"Whichever mountain he was talking about," Bulma remarked.
"That's right," Chi-Chi nodded. "He didn't say the specific name of one. How do we know which one to search?"
"Well, we have to start somewhere," Gohan told them, releasing his wife. "I'll go and look for it."
"That won't be easy. There are approximately a few thousand mountains in the world," Bulma told him.
"Just the ones with ice at the summit year-round, though?" he asked.
"That narrows it down to approximately a few hundred." She crossed her arms. "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"At least we know the needle is in the haystack. I'm gone." Gohan took off for the nearest mountain, leaving the others behind, shielding their eyes against the sun as they watched him depart.
Finally, Chi-Chi spoke. "Well? Shall we look for it, or what?"
. . . . . .
Bulma was right, Gohan thought. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How do I even know what it looks like?
He descended to the first, icy mountaintop that approached within his line of view, and began to search. "In the ice, huh?" He kicked piles of snow aside randomly, spying for an object that might be medicine. Hours of hunting for the cure brought him no success, and discouragement sank inside him little by little. He pondered on the chances of finding something he'd never laid eyes on.
Abandoning the summit, he commenced his next pursuit. In the mountain, he thought. In the mountain. The mountain. He contemplated on what Videl had told him. At last, the concept of a certain mountain and where the cure lay entered his mind. He would immediately continue his hunt on that mountain.
. . . . . .
"I'm tired of games!" Vegeta shouted.
Goku, suppressing his Ki and taking refuge behind a last, standing piece of building, remained silent. He hoped greatly that aid would soon come to him.
"This has gone far enough!" Vegeta clenched his fists tightly in his fury. "I'll make the last move!" His hands nearly held together, and his arms backed up astoundingly with adrenaline and muscle, he prepared to fire. "Final Flash!"
Goku suddenly snapped back into the present, but time had run out. It was too late for him to make an attempt of evasion from the flood of energy that enveloped him and all the surrounded him.
The cries of anguish and distress came within Vegeta's hearing. He sought out the Saiyan form from within the tidal wave of his attack. When the bright, golden wave dispersed, he headed towards the stunned fighter.
Goku, his eyes opening to glare up at his adversary, scowled with impatience. Time was running out. One of them was going to fall as both warriors became increasingly enraged with each passing second.
. . . . . .
Snow hadn't fallen upon the peak of the mountain for a considerable amount of time, allowing the scattered, frozen blood drops to remain visible upon the indiscriminate pieces of rock which peered out of their white blanket.
"I must be in the right place." Gohan stared out over the top of the canopy of clouds, the sun hitting him and the atmosphere with a blinding luminosity.
He knelt down, scraping his fingers through the layer of snow, seeking out the nameless cure.
At last, beneath a thick shield of ice, he located the tiny bottle. He put his hand to the ice to summon a tiny aura of energy to melt through.
At last, Gohan was able to cautiously retrieve the delicate vial, grasping it securely.
. . . . . .
"It's not here," Videl called. "What do you want us to do?"
Bulma, stressed and aggravated, put a hand to her forehead. "I don't know. This could take forever..."
"Hey, he's back!"
Bulma's eyes followed the form that steadily grew closer and closer to where they stood. Gohan landed before them, holding up the bottle for them to examine it.
"Yeah, you found it!"
"That not nearly enough for all of them, though," Bulma said. He presented the tiny, cold vial to her. "Hm. If I can analyze it, I might be able to make enough for all of them. It might take some time, but I could get it done." She handed it back to him.
"We actually found it." Chi-Chi's eyes glowed with anticipation.
Bulma stepped inside the ship, which sat only a few yards away, situating herself within the driver's seat. The others followed her, taking the passenger seats near the windows.
Soon, the engine was fired up, and Bulma was directing the silver, sleek vehicle through the air back to her lab. In the back, Gohan still gripped the bottle firmly.
. . . . . .
Goten's thoughts grew louder and louder inside his head, trying to burst their way past the suffocating grasp of the disorder in his brain. He tried to force himself out of his near-dead state. Open your eyes, he commanded. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. If you want to live longer, open your eyes. Slowly, the eyelids shielding his left eye parted, revealing the world to him through a tiny slit.
Though he could glance up at the blurred shadows standing over him, he was oblivious to the threat beside him. Sensing the newborn authority within Goten's mind, Trunks opened his own eyes, crazed and alert. He sat up with startling wariness, and his fingers curled in and out as he itched to destroy Goten.
My brain is really at a loss for skillful writing today. If I can get some good, waste-of-time movies in my head, I might be able to do better tomorrow. If I do end this story with the next chapter, I wonder if I should start another one. Hm, you guys have to tell me, since I write solely for my readers! Review!