WOO-HOO! Fifth Chapter.wowee. I know my updates are kinda slow but I've
got a life (I got it at Ross) and even though it IS miniscule it is,
nevertheless, a life and I use it quite often. So, without further ado.THE
STORY! Oh, and special thanks to AAAAAALLLL my reviewers (hee hee four of
my reviews come from Toady.my best friend.and NO! Toady is NOT her real
name..duhhh) *SIGH* OH FRAAANKIE! *SWOONS* Can you tell I'm listening to
Sinatra?
By the way, has anybody noticed how many "conveniently" located, empty, barren, rocky places there are in DBZ? I mean, really!
Q: When you do a fighting seen do you just act like you're constipated to make the noises?
A: No, I just eat a lot of cheese.
-Once again, the interview with Eric Vale.and yes, I do know that "scene" is spelled wrong. I wasn't the one asking the question so don't blame me.
Wind rushed past, making it almost impossible to see for Pan as her hair whipped into her face and the wind stung her eyes as she flew at top- speed through the night air. She was going as fast as she could but the maniacal twins were gaining. Pan visualized the gaping hole in the middle of the doorman and 17's look of anger right before he had killed the man. Then she thought about how her uncharacteristic cussing towards 17 had inspired the same look, and she urged her body to move faster. She had no idea where she was going or what she would do when she got there. All she wanted was to stay alive.
She felt herself losing power and she admitted to herself that she could not outrun them. She would have to stand and fight. She cast her eyes about anxiously, trying to look for a fighting ground that would give her ample cover, a bit of an advantage, and wouldn't harm any innocent people. She was flying over dusty, rocky terrain that had remained virtually flat until now. She was coming up to a series of red plateaus that were at least a mile from the nearest town. She slowed to a halt in mid-air and slowly turned to face the mechanical monsters. They were just arriving and had also stopped in mid-air, but had positioned themselves higher than Pan so that all she could see when she looked up at them was a view of crossed arms, evilly smirking faces, and a distorted view that made her feel inferior and weak. She tried to keep all traces of fear from her face but she couldn't help her eyes widening in terror. She felt sick, and for good reason, as she was about to fight the two most powerful and evil beings in the universe and had almost no means of escape this time around. The other times she had fought them the fighting grounds had been destroyed cities, where there was ample cover, and she became a master of evasion, using destroyed buildings to hide and wait until they had gone.
She focused her mind completely on the fight ahead and was ready and waiting for the first shot to be fired from the androids, when the purple- haired man suddenly popped into her head. She thought of the dance they had shared, and her stomach felt like a butterfly cage. Then she realized what she had been thinking about and that she was vulnerable and shook her head to wake up but before she could become fully alert she felt herself being slammed into the nearest overhanging cliff and buried in rock as her body made a deep indent in it. Pain wracked every nerve and she wondered how she had managed to get hit with a blast of energy that powerful. She held in her groan of pain and pushed her way out, hovering just outside the gaping hole in the side of the cliff and clutching her side, where she suspected one of her ribs had been broken. But the huge error that had caused her to be thrown had made her angry. Rarely ever did Pan's rage get control of her because she was so good at masking her feelings that it was smothered and pushed to the back of her mind. But she wasn't angry at the androids, she was angry at herself for letting herself get hit so easily. It was a characteristic family (and racial) trait that she should strive to be the best, making no mistakes and fighting her hardest. So her anger at herself (and partly at the purple-haired man for making her think of him) took control of her, grew swiftly, and turned itself into two quick hits: a punch to 17's torso, and a swift roundhouse into 18's head. She propelled herself backwards to evade their next attack until she was a safe enough distance and waited, this time making sure that her concentration remained solely on the fight at hand.
17 looked at Pan in shock and yelled "You bi-," before 18 interrupted.
"Watch your language brother. It's not nice to cuss in front of little girls. Especially one so weak." She then turned to Pan, "And by the way, if any of my hair falls out because of that kick, you're dead. And if none of my hair falls out.you're dead." Both androids laughed cruelly at 18's joke. (A/N: I know it's lame, but androids are stoopid.)
Pan decided as soon as 18 started talking to use the interlude to her advantage. She flew towards the pair as they began to laugh but was stopped short by 17's foot in her stomach. She had been flying so fast towards them that she was bent over his foot from the impact. She felt herself fall and then caught herself and flew upwards again, only to hear their voices again.
"Something has got her all worked up. She's never this feisty. Usually she takes the defensive." 18 said, observing Pan's grimace as she came up towards them.
"But when they're angry it's more fun sister. Remember what that one guy was like when we killed him? What was his name?"
"I think it was Go-something. Go.fran?"
Pan, who was experiencing this torture far beyond physical pain, felt her heart rate jump extraordinarily, and her body breaking out in a cold sweat as she listened to the night of her father's death told through the androids' eyes. She had always known that he had been killed by the androids but the most she knew was that he had gone off one day to fight them and never came back. Now she listened in horror as her mortal enemies shamed her family and her father.
"No, it was Gohan, I remember now. He wore that stupid orange jumpsuit that made him look terribly unattractive. But remember how angry he was that night? He ruined my favorite shirt. That pissed me off."
"Brother, that is your ONLY shirt. You have it in duplicate, but really, I think you should try to broaden your horizons. I know this perfect little boutique on the corner of 5th and-,"
"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU! I'M NOT GOING SHOPPING WITH YOU!!!"
"Fine, have it your way."
Now Pan was ready to fight. There was nothing holding her or her anger back. She raced towards the two for a third time, this time sure that she would finally avenge her father and all the people who had been hurt by them.
***
Trunks raced out of the building and into the night air. 'Dende, they're gonna kill her." he thought as he flew through the clouds, just able to shield himself from the view of human eyes but low enough to look for any signs of a battle, or a slaughter. He flew for a good ten minutes, all the time searching frantically. In the background he heard the bass of a new rap song that he disliked greatly blasting from a convertible filled with teenagers. The bass stopped suddenly and Trunks knew that the song was not over, and that the interruption of a song usually meant a special news radio report.
Careful not to be seen, he flew lower, making sure that he was behind the car as it sped along, surely not obeying the speed limit. He listened closer and managed to catch a few words.
"Reports of.and loud noises.say there were lights.about 1 mile.ordered to evacuate Orange City."
He quickly put together the pieces, (A/N: He can't be dumb! His mother is Bulma! He has to be SMART!) and immediately changed direction towards Orange City. He would search the perimeter of the city within a one-mile radius and hopefully would find the girl and the androids. He sped off, not bothering to conceal his flight, and greatly confused a whole carload of very drunk teenagers as their favorite rap song came back on the radio.
***
"I don't think she can take much more of this brother." 18 smirked. It had been a long fight and Pan had been much more dominant and offensive than when she had usually fought them. They could tell she was incredibly angry about something and was considerably more dangerous to them. So they did what they did best.double-teamed. It was completely unfair, but why risk destruction by playing fair? They had never been ones to follow the rules anyways. It had always been an instinct to destroy in whatever way they could.
So Pan stood before them now, blood dripping from many, many wounds, her breathing ragged, and a huge, dark bruise beginning to form on her thigh, where 17 had mercilessly kicked it five times in a row while 18 rained blows down upon Pan's head. But the androids had not gotten off unharmed. They each had their share of scrapes and bruises; a much higher amount than usual. In fact, neither of them had been this beaten up since they had fought all the Z fighters at once.
"So can we kill her now?" 18 finished.
"Always the impatient one. I wish you would just let me have some fun for once." When he said the word 'fun' he looked meaningfully at Pan and she recoiled in disgust. "Look, I promise you I'll go shopping with you if you just wait a little longer on this. It's fun. I'll even let you pick me out a new outfit."
18 pouted her lips and looked down at Pan disdainfully. "Fine, but you're carrying all my bags too. And no killing the shop owners, ok?"
"It's a deal." He looked back at Pan and raised his hands to fire a ki blast at her, which she evaded easily.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that. I'm not finished fighting yet." Words that sounded strong, but Pan knew better. Her strength was almost completely drained and the pain that they had inflicted consumed her. But she was a sayajin and she wouldn't give up while she still had a leg to stand on.
***
Finally Trunks was able to hear something with his super-sensitive sayajin ears. Blasts up ahead in the distance. He had flown around the quite large city almost the whole way and was hoping that in the seemingly vast amount of time he had taken to fly his way around that the girl hadn't been killed already. He had a feeling that maybe she could hold out for a while. He had seen her power up and fly and those were both sure signs that she was powerful. Maybe not powerful enough to hold out for long, but for long enough.
Now he could see the shots of energy flying everywhere. It was like a war zone, with dust everywhere and whole cliffs flying into pieces when hit. And now he could see everyone.
***
'Not possible' thought Pan. She had been in the middle of aerial combat with 17 because she had just thrown 18 to the ground when she looked up and saw him. It wasn't possible. 'It isn't possible. It's not possible. He's there.' and her stomach did a flip-flop. She was just floating there in mid-air, susceptible to anything as she stared blindly at the man who she had danced with. He was flying towards them. 'How can he.?' her thoughts were interrupted as she felt herself being pushed into yet another cliff wall, but this time she could still feel 17's hand. It was on her throat. Instinctively she lashed out at him with both arms and legs to get free, but he had her legs pinned between the wall and his knee, using all his power to subdue her. She focused all her energy on her arms and flailed at him uselessly until she felt her air supply decreasing rapidly. She started pulling at the fist around her throat but he was using everything he had for this last battle. The last thing she saw before she blacked out from lack of air was the purple-haired man's hair turning golden as he transformed into a super-sayajin, but it hardly registered as her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.
I think that's enough for one chapter don't you? That was long enough wasn't it? HUH HUH HUH?!?!?!? Anyways, I'll leave you all to guess what happens next. AND REVIEW! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE..with a monkey poo on top?!?!? Sorry.something about monkeys and their poo. OH, and Toady.*licks bottom lip* Hellooo Severus.AHHHH!!!!! STUDENTS!!!!!! WHERE?!?!!?!?!?!?!? Ok, bye all! Love, me..erm..I mean...TA LUVS!
By the way, has anybody noticed how many "conveniently" located, empty, barren, rocky places there are in DBZ? I mean, really!
Q: When you do a fighting seen do you just act like you're constipated to make the noises?
A: No, I just eat a lot of cheese.
-Once again, the interview with Eric Vale.and yes, I do know that "scene" is spelled wrong. I wasn't the one asking the question so don't blame me.
Wind rushed past, making it almost impossible to see for Pan as her hair whipped into her face and the wind stung her eyes as she flew at top- speed through the night air. She was going as fast as she could but the maniacal twins were gaining. Pan visualized the gaping hole in the middle of the doorman and 17's look of anger right before he had killed the man. Then she thought about how her uncharacteristic cussing towards 17 had inspired the same look, and she urged her body to move faster. She had no idea where she was going or what she would do when she got there. All she wanted was to stay alive.
She felt herself losing power and she admitted to herself that she could not outrun them. She would have to stand and fight. She cast her eyes about anxiously, trying to look for a fighting ground that would give her ample cover, a bit of an advantage, and wouldn't harm any innocent people. She was flying over dusty, rocky terrain that had remained virtually flat until now. She was coming up to a series of red plateaus that were at least a mile from the nearest town. She slowed to a halt in mid-air and slowly turned to face the mechanical monsters. They were just arriving and had also stopped in mid-air, but had positioned themselves higher than Pan so that all she could see when she looked up at them was a view of crossed arms, evilly smirking faces, and a distorted view that made her feel inferior and weak. She tried to keep all traces of fear from her face but she couldn't help her eyes widening in terror. She felt sick, and for good reason, as she was about to fight the two most powerful and evil beings in the universe and had almost no means of escape this time around. The other times she had fought them the fighting grounds had been destroyed cities, where there was ample cover, and she became a master of evasion, using destroyed buildings to hide and wait until they had gone.
She focused her mind completely on the fight ahead and was ready and waiting for the first shot to be fired from the androids, when the purple- haired man suddenly popped into her head. She thought of the dance they had shared, and her stomach felt like a butterfly cage. Then she realized what she had been thinking about and that she was vulnerable and shook her head to wake up but before she could become fully alert she felt herself being slammed into the nearest overhanging cliff and buried in rock as her body made a deep indent in it. Pain wracked every nerve and she wondered how she had managed to get hit with a blast of energy that powerful. She held in her groan of pain and pushed her way out, hovering just outside the gaping hole in the side of the cliff and clutching her side, where she suspected one of her ribs had been broken. But the huge error that had caused her to be thrown had made her angry. Rarely ever did Pan's rage get control of her because she was so good at masking her feelings that it was smothered and pushed to the back of her mind. But she wasn't angry at the androids, she was angry at herself for letting herself get hit so easily. It was a characteristic family (and racial) trait that she should strive to be the best, making no mistakes and fighting her hardest. So her anger at herself (and partly at the purple-haired man for making her think of him) took control of her, grew swiftly, and turned itself into two quick hits: a punch to 17's torso, and a swift roundhouse into 18's head. She propelled herself backwards to evade their next attack until she was a safe enough distance and waited, this time making sure that her concentration remained solely on the fight at hand.
17 looked at Pan in shock and yelled "You bi-," before 18 interrupted.
"Watch your language brother. It's not nice to cuss in front of little girls. Especially one so weak." She then turned to Pan, "And by the way, if any of my hair falls out because of that kick, you're dead. And if none of my hair falls out.you're dead." Both androids laughed cruelly at 18's joke. (A/N: I know it's lame, but androids are stoopid.)
Pan decided as soon as 18 started talking to use the interlude to her advantage. She flew towards the pair as they began to laugh but was stopped short by 17's foot in her stomach. She had been flying so fast towards them that she was bent over his foot from the impact. She felt herself fall and then caught herself and flew upwards again, only to hear their voices again.
"Something has got her all worked up. She's never this feisty. Usually she takes the defensive." 18 said, observing Pan's grimace as she came up towards them.
"But when they're angry it's more fun sister. Remember what that one guy was like when we killed him? What was his name?"
"I think it was Go-something. Go.fran?"
Pan, who was experiencing this torture far beyond physical pain, felt her heart rate jump extraordinarily, and her body breaking out in a cold sweat as she listened to the night of her father's death told through the androids' eyes. She had always known that he had been killed by the androids but the most she knew was that he had gone off one day to fight them and never came back. Now she listened in horror as her mortal enemies shamed her family and her father.
"No, it was Gohan, I remember now. He wore that stupid orange jumpsuit that made him look terribly unattractive. But remember how angry he was that night? He ruined my favorite shirt. That pissed me off."
"Brother, that is your ONLY shirt. You have it in duplicate, but really, I think you should try to broaden your horizons. I know this perfect little boutique on the corner of 5th and-,"
"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU! I'M NOT GOING SHOPPING WITH YOU!!!"
"Fine, have it your way."
Now Pan was ready to fight. There was nothing holding her or her anger back. She raced towards the two for a third time, this time sure that she would finally avenge her father and all the people who had been hurt by them.
***
Trunks raced out of the building and into the night air. 'Dende, they're gonna kill her." he thought as he flew through the clouds, just able to shield himself from the view of human eyes but low enough to look for any signs of a battle, or a slaughter. He flew for a good ten minutes, all the time searching frantically. In the background he heard the bass of a new rap song that he disliked greatly blasting from a convertible filled with teenagers. The bass stopped suddenly and Trunks knew that the song was not over, and that the interruption of a song usually meant a special news radio report.
Careful not to be seen, he flew lower, making sure that he was behind the car as it sped along, surely not obeying the speed limit. He listened closer and managed to catch a few words.
"Reports of.and loud noises.say there were lights.about 1 mile.ordered to evacuate Orange City."
He quickly put together the pieces, (A/N: He can't be dumb! His mother is Bulma! He has to be SMART!) and immediately changed direction towards Orange City. He would search the perimeter of the city within a one-mile radius and hopefully would find the girl and the androids. He sped off, not bothering to conceal his flight, and greatly confused a whole carload of very drunk teenagers as their favorite rap song came back on the radio.
***
"I don't think she can take much more of this brother." 18 smirked. It had been a long fight and Pan had been much more dominant and offensive than when she had usually fought them. They could tell she was incredibly angry about something and was considerably more dangerous to them. So they did what they did best.double-teamed. It was completely unfair, but why risk destruction by playing fair? They had never been ones to follow the rules anyways. It had always been an instinct to destroy in whatever way they could.
So Pan stood before them now, blood dripping from many, many wounds, her breathing ragged, and a huge, dark bruise beginning to form on her thigh, where 17 had mercilessly kicked it five times in a row while 18 rained blows down upon Pan's head. But the androids had not gotten off unharmed. They each had their share of scrapes and bruises; a much higher amount than usual. In fact, neither of them had been this beaten up since they had fought all the Z fighters at once.
"So can we kill her now?" 18 finished.
"Always the impatient one. I wish you would just let me have some fun for once." When he said the word 'fun' he looked meaningfully at Pan and she recoiled in disgust. "Look, I promise you I'll go shopping with you if you just wait a little longer on this. It's fun. I'll even let you pick me out a new outfit."
18 pouted her lips and looked down at Pan disdainfully. "Fine, but you're carrying all my bags too. And no killing the shop owners, ok?"
"It's a deal." He looked back at Pan and raised his hands to fire a ki blast at her, which she evaded easily.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that. I'm not finished fighting yet." Words that sounded strong, but Pan knew better. Her strength was almost completely drained and the pain that they had inflicted consumed her. But she was a sayajin and she wouldn't give up while she still had a leg to stand on.
***
Finally Trunks was able to hear something with his super-sensitive sayajin ears. Blasts up ahead in the distance. He had flown around the quite large city almost the whole way and was hoping that in the seemingly vast amount of time he had taken to fly his way around that the girl hadn't been killed already. He had a feeling that maybe she could hold out for a while. He had seen her power up and fly and those were both sure signs that she was powerful. Maybe not powerful enough to hold out for long, but for long enough.
Now he could see the shots of energy flying everywhere. It was like a war zone, with dust everywhere and whole cliffs flying into pieces when hit. And now he could see everyone.
***
'Not possible' thought Pan. She had been in the middle of aerial combat with 17 because she had just thrown 18 to the ground when she looked up and saw him. It wasn't possible. 'It isn't possible. It's not possible. He's there.' and her stomach did a flip-flop. She was just floating there in mid-air, susceptible to anything as she stared blindly at the man who she had danced with. He was flying towards them. 'How can he.?' her thoughts were interrupted as she felt herself being pushed into yet another cliff wall, but this time she could still feel 17's hand. It was on her throat. Instinctively she lashed out at him with both arms and legs to get free, but he had her legs pinned between the wall and his knee, using all his power to subdue her. She focused all her energy on her arms and flailed at him uselessly until she felt her air supply decreasing rapidly. She started pulling at the fist around her throat but he was using everything he had for this last battle. The last thing she saw before she blacked out from lack of air was the purple-haired man's hair turning golden as he transformed into a super-sayajin, but it hardly registered as her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.
I think that's enough for one chapter don't you? That was long enough wasn't it? HUH HUH HUH?!?!?!? Anyways, I'll leave you all to guess what happens next. AND REVIEW! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE..with a monkey poo on top?!?!? Sorry.something about monkeys and their poo. OH, and Toady.*licks bottom lip* Hellooo Severus.AHHHH!!!!! STUDENTS!!!!!! WHERE?!?!!?!?!?!?!? Ok, bye all! Love, me..erm..I mean...TA LUVS!