Chapter 9- Getting Back

Disclaimer: Listen, if I owned DBZ, I'd make the characters look better in the comics, okay? And I'd make the clothes cooler-and Vegeta wouldn't look so stupid when he appears on Earth. We would be a hottie with a body. So go away already, okay?

After the night's excursions, B was already walking home, unknowing of the figures stalking her from behind.

The night had been pleasantly enjoyable, from the fight to seeing her old buddies for the first time in years, but it had come to a sad end, and she walked home in silence, dreaming of the next time she would see her friends.

She gazed up as she entered Satan City, and gazed up at the tall glittering buildings. It was so different, the streets and the great, important, clean city of Satan. Almost a strange name, really, since Satan was the king of hell.

The streets were still a bit crowded with the normal late-night shoppers and workers. The city never was really quiet, and B smiled a bit as she watched a couple walk by, the boy's hand around his girlfriend's waist, with her head on his shoulder, and her arm around his waist. They seemed so in love, and her smile dropped at this in her own sympathy.

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the fresh fall air, and then opened them again, only to find herself somewhere else.

The city was gone, and so were the people-all gone!

She panicked, and quickly put her guard on.

"You've gotten stupider, you know that, Jax?" a voice jeered from seemingly no where.

She hissed. "Who the hell are you talking about?" She kept looking around, taking in her surroundings. Obviously a small, concrete room, no windows, a door to the left, maybe locked.

"So you're insane too? How could you not know yourself?" the figure asked, as she emerged from the shadows. "After all, I was your partner."

"Murico!" B exclaimed, and backed away as her old friend appeared, an evil smirk on her face.

Murico had spiky green hair that she tied back with a piece of ripped cloth, light purple skin, and brilliant deep green eyes that seemed to be swirled with light blue and purple. Her clothes seemed worn and ragged, but B hardly noticed, as she was captivated by the flaming hatred that emitted from her old friend's eyes.

Murico smirked at B's astonishment. "Yes, I am alive, Jax, and I am here to kill you, on the behalf of my master."

"Master? Murico, what happened?" B seemed to take a step back every time

Murico took one towards her.

"Your decision happened, Jax. You're selfish mistake." Murico hissed, and she threw a punch.

B ducked, and moved to the side.

"Mistake?" B spat, "I saved millions of lives, Murico"

"And sent mine to hell!" Murico screamed, and her eyes narrowed, and turned totally black.

B's eyes widened for a moment; it had been such a long time since she had seen those eyes, but she knew what they meant, and quickly built up her mental wall. Suddenly, Murico broke out laughing, her eyes still black. "You think I haven't trained, and yet you put up the same wall you've always had? I've trained for years to kill you, Jax!"

Then B lost control, and she suddenly was flown through the air and crashed into the concrete wall, and then into the other. B's mind was spinning with pain and panic and confusion, but this was what had made her who she was in the past-the situations that were seemingly inevitable, and unable to escape, and her ability to get out of them.

She quickly shut out the pain and confusion, and the wheels of her mind began cranking. Obviously, Murico had found the rift in her mental wall, so where was it? She found there was none; it simply wasn't strong enough. 'I have to figure this out!' she thought urgently, and then the answer came to her. Murico was controlling her body, there fore her presence was somewhere in her mind. Murico never lived her bloody life, or went through the trails she had to endure, no matter what the mafia had done to her. Nothing could truly measure up to B's suffering.

And so, she channeled her darkest, bloodiest, most terrifying memories into Murico's mind.

Murico screamed in pain, clutching her head and she collapsed to the ground in a heap of ratty clothes.

"NO!" she screamed, her eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling, her touch with reality slipping slowly.

B got up, rubbing her head, now in control of herself.

"You see, Murico? You may have been training, you life maybe hard, but my decision was right, and you never feel the pain I've felt, no suffer like I have. You will never destroy me." She declared, standing over her new enemy.

Murico looked over at her, and whispered, just enough for B to hear through the memories flashing through her head, "I may be a coward to you, but someday, you will wish you had done what I had." And Murico collapsed.

B snarled, "I will never lower myself to your level." and stalked off.

Slowly, Vegeta emerged, and walked over. He lifted Murico up by her ripped collar, and hissed, "Tell me what's going on."

Murico's eyes slowly drifted down to the Prince, and she smiled at him, her body still jerking and her mind still partly racked with the memories as she gazed at the body of a strong fighter.

"I-I tell you, a-a-and y-yo-you he-help m-me?"

"Fine."

______________________________________________ If Murico is B's old partner, what did they work on together? Is Murico even human? What does Murico know, and will she lie? Who is Jax?

All will be answered later, in Chapter 10, of Be Real! (And later chapters)

So return to read my probably horrible-but still read by many-story! Don't worry, romance lovers, that comes later-MUCH later on, but it will be there!

And, um, not to be all pushy or anything, but, DarkAngelB, why haven't you reviewed? You usually do-I mean, is everything okay?

I'll update soon, promise!

-IHearVoices