Only Because I Like Living In Hell
By SariaSubi-kun
SariaSubi: My story has been up for a long time now, and the only review this story has was a friend of mine who I practically forced to review this story, and she doesn't even read it. But that's not the point. I work really hard on my work, and I know this story hasn't been updated for a long time, but I had to rethink over and over the plot, and then schoolwork came up…argh, I basically had no time to write. But my sincerest apologies. I just really hope that, if you read this, please, I am asking you to review or put in something of what you think of it in. I really need your input. If you have ideas even for this story, it's all appreciated. Hey, even if you want a character of yours to make a guest appearance, tell me, and I'll see what I can do. Please, I'm asking you again that, if you read it, review it.
Ki = life force, spirit, energy, spirit energy (dur)
Chapter 4
Trunks looked at Goku from the other side of the ring. The announcer was going on about how exciting the competition was, but he wasn't listening. Goku seemed so confident. Why? Didn't he see Trunks as a challenge? No, he probably didn't. Well, then Goku, I'm going to prove you wrong. He was surprised at how self-assured he was acting, but he had waited for too long for this. Just too long…
It had been hard, the training. After long strenuous hours of helping rebuild the cities destroyed by the androids' mayhem, he would go someplace desolate and train. Sometimes he would look to topple mountains, his brave blue eyes surveying land to conquer, and other times he would just fold his arms and stand still for hours, not even bothering to open his eyes. The rain would soak his long purple hair and stick his clothes to his tan, muscular body, and the cold winds would berate him, but he would keep his ground, his mission on his mind forever: to somehow, someday, beat Son Goku.
When Trunks had returned to this world, he had no really expectation that Goku would come alive again. That only uplifted his joy. His mother, from the future, had told him that this was around the season when they held the Tenkaichi Budokai, right when the cherry blossoms fell. It was the perfect time to return to the past, to see everyone and find someway to get them to join in on the tournament. The competition, even as the announcer spoke it, couldn't be more fierce. And it was perfect, because Trunks was stronger now. Stronger beyond anyone would be able to even register. And Goku, for sure, would see.
There was just one thing that had bothered him; the two new competitors who seemed to be intent on some kind of mayhem or mischief, and that was just saying the least. It seemed quite rare that two females would make it into the tournament, especially with who was with him and the other human competition. But Trunks himself had already figured out these girls weren't human, and if they were, they must have had excellent training. But, to his disappointment, he had nothing to back his theory. When he tried to sense their power levels, or any trace of energy, he couldn't find anything. It was just…nothing. Nothing came to his senses.
He looked back into the waiting room. The two girls were gone. His friends were at the gate, cheering Goku on, and the rest of the human competitors were talking confidently about something or other. But he couldn't find Saria and Hallie. Even their names didn't sound right in his mind. Though one stayed.
Saria. Trunks didn't understand why he hated her more than that other one. It had to be the way she looked at him, it just had to be. Even if some regular, boy-crazy high schooler looked at him with gaga eyes, it wouldn't bother him. But the way that those violet eyes just showed a storm of pure hatred…it bothered him.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we shall let the first round begin! The first match in a minute!"
In the stands, the rest of the family and friends inched towards the end of the stands and looked down at the arena, their eyes searching. Chichi held little Goten in her arms as she prayed silently for Goku. Bulma crossed her arms, her thoughts cheering her future son on with every second. She looked down in her mother's lap, were the present Trunks was sitting. You better win, kid. I know you can prove everyone wrong.
"And—FIGHT!"
She perched herself on the roof, examining the whole arena. "This won't do at all," she spoke softly to herself, shaking her head in disapproval. "There won't be enough room for any of them—oh, the fighting has begun. Better watch."
Sitting down on the edge of the tiled roof, she placed herself, her legs dangling over the edge. She had a few of the concession snacks beside her, casually taking a bite at the corn dog. She had just narrowed her eyes and got the exact vision of the arena when—
"Sa-ri-a! Yoo-hoo!" Damnit, she frowned as she heard Hallie walk up the other side of the triangular roof, whistling as she walked.
"What are you doing here?" she mumbled, looking at the girl out of the corner of her eye.
"Um, we are in this together, right?" she pouted, remarking sarcastically. Saria grumbled something, but turned her attention back to the ring.
"It's starting."
"I know. I came up here to watch."
"You could have stayed downstairs and had the better view, you know," Saria remarked.
Hallie shrugged. "Yeah. Not that many people like you down there."
Saria shrugged in return. "Oh well. Who cares." It was more of a statement than a question. She already knew the obvious.
The tan skinned girl went on her knees and leaned over the roof, wriggling out of her jacket. Saria wished she could do the same, but she remained silent. Hallie frowned. "Nothing's happening."
Saria smirked. "Should I start a fire?"
Hallie jumped up. "Sa-ri-aahhh!" she whined, "You're not serious!"
"No, of course not," she grumbled. "Jeez. I finally get a sense of humor, and you don't think it's funny."
"You know what?" Hallie stood up, "I'm going back downstairs." A lot better than up here. She looked back at Saria as she walked down the side of the roof, but Saria was too focused on the match that wasn't going anywhere. Hallie hmphed, pouting and jumped down.
Saria leaned back and stretched her arms out over her head. Good. Now I'm alone.
"And—FIGHT!"
It was like the magic words, the words that told him this will change everything. Trunks leaned forward and took in a sharp breath, but before he lurched, he took a look at Goku. What is he doing? Of course, just as he expected, Goku was calm. Was Trunks acting too headstrong?
"What are you thinking right now, Goku?"
Goku smiled, but it was almost so mischievous and playful, it was almost a smirk. "Well, Trunks, I'm waiting for you to move."
He frowned. "Why don't you move?" What was this? Was he doing something wrong…or…just what was going through Goku's mind?
Goku cracked his knuckles, a challenging smile coming to his face. "Alrighty then."
Saria grimaced, her hands grasping the edge of the roof. This should be interesting.
The tall body with the orange gi shot straight towards Trunks. He positioned himself, about to jump over the lunging Goku, but Goku detected his move and jumped above Trunks. The purple haired warrior frowned, shooting straight ahead so Goku would land where he had just been. But Goku turned quickly in the air and put his elbow out, shooting straight towards Trunks. But, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he dropped to the ground, Goku left soaring past him. This was his chance. He threw his legs up, hitting Goku in the back. Goku let out a gasp of surprise, a bit of spit flying out of his mouth. Trunks leapt to stand, and by that time, Goku was on the ground and turning around.
He smile appeared on the edge of his lips. "Well, I'm impressed Trunks. You surprised me."
Great, so do I get my medal now? Trunks thought sarcastically. All this bitterness wasn't intended, but he had to set himself this way so he could defeat Goku seriously. This wasn't playtime. Not now.
Trunks smirked. "That's not all." As Goku's eyes widened in surprise, Trunks lunged forward. Goku braced himself, but Trunks wasn't there to deliver the blow. Behind me? he thought quickly, and turned around violently.
"Above!" Trunks shouted as he brought his fists and came down, appearing in Goku's vision so quickly, he couldn't register what was happened. Again he was caught by surprise and Trunks hit him.
Goku backed away just so Trunks grazed the side of his face, but it still stung. He rubbed his cheek for a moment, an ugly red mark forming. Why is this happening? I normally wouldn't be caught so off guard. He let out a slow breath. Damn. Maybe I should take this more seriously. It seems almost as if Trunks really wants to hurt me. Goku nodded to himself, and positioned himself again. "Hah!" he cried, and a burst of energy formed in a circle around him. Trunks followed in suit, a boost of his own ki surrounding him.
Again the fighting started, and both of them took to the sky. Goku arrived first and looked around but…Trunks wasn't there!
"Damnit!" he shouted. He swore Trunks had started with him! I'm making horrible mistakes! But he didn't have enough time to look for him, because he was hit so hard in the back that blood came out of his mouth.
Trunks had gone up with Goku, but he had disappeared to Goku's backside. Goku whirled around, preparing to give Trunks one blow that would send him plummeting. One blow that could end the whole match. Because this time, he wasn't playing.
The whole family watched with eyes wide open as the fighting commenced in the sky. Both Chichi and Bulma were at their feet, their adrenaline rushing. In this fight, they knew only one would win. Both were rooting for the other of the two men. It was then one of them fell from the sky, but the body fell so fast, they couldn't tell whose. They both leaned forward, on edge with anticipation.
In the lobby, everyone crowded around the entrance, the smoke emerging from the hole blocking everyone's sight. They grasped the edge of the entrance square, the suspense making their hearts beat hundreds of miles per second. Who was it that fell?
Even though the smoke clouded everyone else's vision, she could see just fine through her eyes. Saria stood on the roof and peered into the dust and smoke to see the fallen warrior. Her violet eyes widened, as if for a moment she was surprised, but she calmed herself and her usual stoical reserve surfaced again.
Then she started laughing, her malicious laughter letting itself run free. "I knew it!" she held her arms, her shoulders shaking as she laughed, a malevolent smile etching its way on her lips. "I knew it."
The announcer blinked in shock at the huge blast that shook the ground. Getting enough courage to walk over to the crater next to the ring, he walked cautiously over to the edge of the arena. Shaking, he gulped and looked over the edge.
After looking carefully, for the dust was now clearing, he nodded to himself and walked to the center of the ring and held his fist in the air. "His opponent falling out of the ring, Trunks is the victor!"
Even though the crowd went wild, none of the Z Warriors or the family could find the words to speak.
In the corner of the lobby, Hallie laughed, catching Tien's attention. He looked at her, an upset look crossing his face. "You find something funny?"
She opened her eyes, their chocolate brown color devilishly glowing at him. "You couldn't see the outcome?" she smiled innocently, her eyes drawing him in.
He lost his breath. Does that mean she knew?
Hallie giggled as if she read his mind and his expression like an open book. "My, my, you are the finest warriors on this planet and you couldn't even see that it was going to be Trunks that would win?"
This didn't only catch Tien's attention, but everyone else in the room looked at her suspiciously. She blinked, then slapped her forehead for putting so much attention on herself. But it was so easy! How come they couldn't tell?
"Hallie." She stood rigid as she heard Saria's cold and dead voice from behind her.
She looked at the shorter girl out of the corner of her eye. "Yes?" she asked irritatingly, her brown eyes narrowing.
The other men just stood without the will to speak or say anything.
Saria grimaced deeply. "Do you mind not talking with them? What we have to discuss with them is meaningless and a waste of time."
All of the Z Warriors were insulted by this. Krillin held up a fist and yelled to her. "Hey, I resent that!"
She twisted her lips. "Too bad."
Gohan spoke up this time, stepping in front of the others. "Saria is your name? Do you have some kind of problem or something? We haven't even said anything to you and you're already acting like a stuck up snob."
"But even more like a nasty bitch," Vegeta added coolly, folding his arms.
Saria's stood still for a minute, fury coming to her deep violent eyes. She glared only a Vegeta, holding her fists tightly as if she was trying to hold back an unbelievable rage. But she let out a slow breath, and her face twisted into a negative glower again.
"Hallie."
Hallie's lips twisted into a frown, and she moaned as she turned around, like she was tired of Saria's behavior.
They both walked away from the lobby, taking to the roof again. Saria took her place on the edge and looked dully at the arena, her eyes scanning over the crater created by Goku. They traveled up to Trunks, who was descending to the ground gracefully.
Did I really know if he was going to win? Will I know the victor of the next match? She sighed and shook her head. I just have to distance myself. After this is all over, I can complete what Hallie and I wanted to start.
Hallie folded her arms and grunted in irritation. "Saria, you take the fun out of everything."
Saria knelt down on her knees, surveying the arena. "I told you Hallie," she said looking back at her, "fun is just a useless human word that I don't believe in."
"But I mean, come on! You said not to draw attention to ourselves. What the fuck was that back there?!"
Saria grunted. "The next match should be fast."
"Your avoiding the question!" Hallie wailed, waving her arms in the air.
She narrowed her purple eyes, avoiding eye contact with Hallie. "It doesn't matter. If they become too much of a problem, we know what to do with them."
The tall, dark skinned girl sighed and plopped herself down next to her friend. "Saria, what would you do without me?"
"Destroy the entire universe."
Hallie shook her head. "Why did I even ask that?"