BM: Okay, here we are, another chapter for our newest creation
JJ: Bla bla bla, hurry up
BM: I'm movin', I'm movin, lets go
JJ: Fine, I'll do the disclaimer
Disclaimer: bla bla bla, don't own dbz, bla bla bla
Chapter Three A dark dawn
At the same time
A teenage boy with somewhat long, dark hair carrying a large stack of wood walked through a snowy forest. He entered a small village and walked to a small, cozy house in the center of the village where he set his burden down before walking into the house.
"I'm back" he called into the house
"Did you find much wood?" a woman with red hair asked
"Yes" he replied
"Welcome back" a large man with bolts on either side of his neck and stitches across his forehead said
"You should have enough wood for a while, Eighter" seventeen said
"Thank you, Seventeen" the woman with red hair said "You're always such a big help"
"You're welcome, Suno" the group fell into a comfortable silence, but the silence was shattered by a large, armored figure falling through the roof. Seventeen and Eighter leapt back into fighting stances and Suno stood stunned.
"Suno, run!" Eighter yelled. Suno snapped out of her daze and saw her android friend motioning for her to run. She turned to run but another figure dropped in in front of her. Eighter charged for the one in front of Suno and Seventeen took off towards the first one. He soon found that it had been a mistake to attempt a full on attack as the suit began blocking his blows effortlessly, landing several of its own. Soon he became unable to hit back much at all as it struck several pressure points, rendering his limbs useless. He was hit particularly hard and slammed into the wall, and he looked up and numbly wiped blood from his eyes and saw that Suno was nowhere to be found and just before a large mechanical limb struck him, rendering him unconscious, he saw Eighter ripped to pieces. His last thought before he blacked out was
'If I were stronger I could have stopped them'
Later, elsewhere
Goku groaned and rubbed his head, but then shot up straight. He looked around but the armored figure was nowhere to be found, and he was outside his house, or what used to be his house. He floated into the house, ignoring his beating head and his two sons who were beginning to wake up. He went to what used to be the hallway to search for any sign of Chi Chi and Videl, but all he found was a tattered, fingerless glove that used to be worn by Videl, Chi Chi's woven shawl, and a few scattered ashes. He shakily picked up the items and carried them with him. Gohan and Goten met him outside and he handed the tattered glove to Gohan and showed the two the shawl, not quite willing to part with it. Gohan accepted the glove and hugged it to his body as he dropped to his knees and wept. Goten attempted to wipe away the tears, but failed and joined his brother as they attempted to comfort each other in their grief. Goku wrapped the shawl around his shoulders and fell to his knees next to his sons.
'Why couldn't we have put less power into the blast? Why'd we have to blast at all? Why couldn't we have waited? Why?" Goku thought 'Why?'
Elsewhere
Vegeta awoke with a bad taste in his mouth and a horrible feeling hanging over him. He didn't realize what it was that was giving him such a bad feeling at the moment, so he turned to see if Bulma was feeling it. Then he realized Bulma wasn't laying next to him. He realized he wasn't in his bed. And he realized the reason Bulma wasn't next to him. He put his face into his hands as the feeling became suffocating. Bulma was dead. And it wasn't because of enemy fire. He and Trunks had killed her with their own energy. Trunks, who had been laying a few feet away, awoke as he sensed something amiss, and seeing the state of his father, instantly remembered what had happened. He tried and tried again to keep the tears from coming, but they wouldn't be stopped, and soon he gave in and beat his fists against the ground in anger and grief. Vegeta shakily stood and walked to his son, whom he picked up and held close to him. Trunks clung to him as if he would leave him if he let go. Vegeta saw something white on the ground in the corner of his eye and turned to look at it. He saw it was ashes.
'I always was thorough' Vegeta thought, and in grief blasted the ashes. He hated himself more than anything else at that moment.
Elsewhere
Dr. Briefs hit the chunk of ceiling in his grief. Were he twenty years younger, he may have been able to move it. To protect his wife. But because of his weakness he had allowed her to die. He hated the ceiling. He hated his weakness. He hated himself.
Elsewhere
Tien awoke with a start. He'd had a horrible dream, he dreamt that he and Yamcha had accidentally killed Lunch and Puar. Then, to his horror, he realized he was outside of the airplane. A few feet away was an unconscious Yamcha. He leapt to his feet and ran around to the side of the plane. Ashes. A bandana. A little blue fur.
"Oh no" Tien fell to his knees and began to weep, beating the ground with his fists. Shortly after Yamcha appeared, and seemed momentarily relieved to see him, but found the ashes with his eyes, and with shaking fingers picked up a little fur. He soon joined Tien in his weeping.
Elsewhere
Piccolo awoke and quickly scanned the area. Something wasn't right. He soon found ashes, a turban, and Dende's walking stick. His eyes clouded over in sadness. Then, he noticed something. Something wasn't right.
'Oh, so that's it, hmm' he dug into his memory and analyzed the fight. Then, he reached out with the senses of the previous guardian and felt for something. Once he found it, he nodded to himself and took to the air after putting the walking stick and turban in a safe place. They would be needed later. He took off, resolving not to involve Goku or the others. This was personal.
Elsewhere
Seventeen groaned and sat up. At that moment, he missed the days when he couldn't feel pain. Then he remembered. And he wished he couldn't feel pain or emotion. Lime. The name rang through his head. He wondered if she had been attacked as well. But he had something to do there first. He gathered Eighter's remains, and looked for a pile of ashes left from Suno. Finding none, he realized she was alive, and resolved to find her after checking on Lime and putting Eighter in a safe place. He took to the air and landed minutes later in front of Lime's house, carrying Eighter in a big box. What should have been Lime's house. Now a smoking crater. He couldn't take it. He dropped to the ground, dropping Eighter in front of him, and his entire body shook with tears. With rage. With overwhelming sadness. With maddening anger. He'd caused many people to fell like this, he realized. He now knew what Eighteen had undoubtedly gone through.
'I will find who did this' he vowed 'And make them wish they'd never been born. I will find who took Suno, and I will make them wish they'd never been born. But first, I'll get you somewhere safe, my friend. My brother' for that is how Eighter saw him, and, though he'd never admit it, how he saw Eighter. There were only two people he trusted to care for Eighter, and since only one could, and would, help him, and he couldn't find the other anyway, he'd take him to the one he could find. The one who'd made him fully human. Bulma Briefs.
Elsewhere
Eighteen awoke. She sat up on her knees and, for a moment, wondered why there was a large whole in her roof. Then it hit. The jumble of emotions caused by the loss of her family. At her hands. She cried out in rage, anger, suffering, her aura flashed around her as she stood to her feet, becoming transparent, the red being pushed to the edges as her hair turned a bright whitish blonde. Then, she returned to normal. As she fell to her knees, her body shook with tears as they poured from her eyes. The sorrow. It was unbearable. She had to get rid of it. She hated it. She hated everyone. She hated herself. She had to escape. She felt for the door, the door for her emotions, wanting to shut it. To get away. And she found it. And she shut it. Her eyes for a moment flashed red with her final remaining rage, then a dull, emotionless mask covered her face before she floated out through the hole in the roof. She landed on the ground and started to walk. She didn't know where. She didn't know why. All she knew was that she had to get away. From her broken house. From her memories. From herself.
BM: How's that for an ending?
JJ: An annoying one
BM: SO?!
JJ: Please review chases after BM, ki blast in hand
JJ: Bla bla bla, hurry up
BM: I'm movin', I'm movin, lets go
JJ: Fine, I'll do the disclaimer
Disclaimer: bla bla bla, don't own dbz, bla bla bla
Chapter Three A dark dawn
At the same time
A teenage boy with somewhat long, dark hair carrying a large stack of wood walked through a snowy forest. He entered a small village and walked to a small, cozy house in the center of the village where he set his burden down before walking into the house.
"I'm back" he called into the house
"Did you find much wood?" a woman with red hair asked
"Yes" he replied
"Welcome back" a large man with bolts on either side of his neck and stitches across his forehead said
"You should have enough wood for a while, Eighter" seventeen said
"Thank you, Seventeen" the woman with red hair said "You're always such a big help"
"You're welcome, Suno" the group fell into a comfortable silence, but the silence was shattered by a large, armored figure falling through the roof. Seventeen and Eighter leapt back into fighting stances and Suno stood stunned.
"Suno, run!" Eighter yelled. Suno snapped out of her daze and saw her android friend motioning for her to run. She turned to run but another figure dropped in in front of her. Eighter charged for the one in front of Suno and Seventeen took off towards the first one. He soon found that it had been a mistake to attempt a full on attack as the suit began blocking his blows effortlessly, landing several of its own. Soon he became unable to hit back much at all as it struck several pressure points, rendering his limbs useless. He was hit particularly hard and slammed into the wall, and he looked up and numbly wiped blood from his eyes and saw that Suno was nowhere to be found and just before a large mechanical limb struck him, rendering him unconscious, he saw Eighter ripped to pieces. His last thought before he blacked out was
'If I were stronger I could have stopped them'
Later, elsewhere
Goku groaned and rubbed his head, but then shot up straight. He looked around but the armored figure was nowhere to be found, and he was outside his house, or what used to be his house. He floated into the house, ignoring his beating head and his two sons who were beginning to wake up. He went to what used to be the hallway to search for any sign of Chi Chi and Videl, but all he found was a tattered, fingerless glove that used to be worn by Videl, Chi Chi's woven shawl, and a few scattered ashes. He shakily picked up the items and carried them with him. Gohan and Goten met him outside and he handed the tattered glove to Gohan and showed the two the shawl, not quite willing to part with it. Gohan accepted the glove and hugged it to his body as he dropped to his knees and wept. Goten attempted to wipe away the tears, but failed and joined his brother as they attempted to comfort each other in their grief. Goku wrapped the shawl around his shoulders and fell to his knees next to his sons.
'Why couldn't we have put less power into the blast? Why'd we have to blast at all? Why couldn't we have waited? Why?" Goku thought 'Why?'
Elsewhere
Vegeta awoke with a bad taste in his mouth and a horrible feeling hanging over him. He didn't realize what it was that was giving him such a bad feeling at the moment, so he turned to see if Bulma was feeling it. Then he realized Bulma wasn't laying next to him. He realized he wasn't in his bed. And he realized the reason Bulma wasn't next to him. He put his face into his hands as the feeling became suffocating. Bulma was dead. And it wasn't because of enemy fire. He and Trunks had killed her with their own energy. Trunks, who had been laying a few feet away, awoke as he sensed something amiss, and seeing the state of his father, instantly remembered what had happened. He tried and tried again to keep the tears from coming, but they wouldn't be stopped, and soon he gave in and beat his fists against the ground in anger and grief. Vegeta shakily stood and walked to his son, whom he picked up and held close to him. Trunks clung to him as if he would leave him if he let go. Vegeta saw something white on the ground in the corner of his eye and turned to look at it. He saw it was ashes.
'I always was thorough' Vegeta thought, and in grief blasted the ashes. He hated himself more than anything else at that moment.
Elsewhere
Dr. Briefs hit the chunk of ceiling in his grief. Were he twenty years younger, he may have been able to move it. To protect his wife. But because of his weakness he had allowed her to die. He hated the ceiling. He hated his weakness. He hated himself.
Elsewhere
Tien awoke with a start. He'd had a horrible dream, he dreamt that he and Yamcha had accidentally killed Lunch and Puar. Then, to his horror, he realized he was outside of the airplane. A few feet away was an unconscious Yamcha. He leapt to his feet and ran around to the side of the plane. Ashes. A bandana. A little blue fur.
"Oh no" Tien fell to his knees and began to weep, beating the ground with his fists. Shortly after Yamcha appeared, and seemed momentarily relieved to see him, but found the ashes with his eyes, and with shaking fingers picked up a little fur. He soon joined Tien in his weeping.
Elsewhere
Piccolo awoke and quickly scanned the area. Something wasn't right. He soon found ashes, a turban, and Dende's walking stick. His eyes clouded over in sadness. Then, he noticed something. Something wasn't right.
'Oh, so that's it, hmm' he dug into his memory and analyzed the fight. Then, he reached out with the senses of the previous guardian and felt for something. Once he found it, he nodded to himself and took to the air after putting the walking stick and turban in a safe place. They would be needed later. He took off, resolving not to involve Goku or the others. This was personal.
Elsewhere
Seventeen groaned and sat up. At that moment, he missed the days when he couldn't feel pain. Then he remembered. And he wished he couldn't feel pain or emotion. Lime. The name rang through his head. He wondered if she had been attacked as well. But he had something to do there first. He gathered Eighter's remains, and looked for a pile of ashes left from Suno. Finding none, he realized she was alive, and resolved to find her after checking on Lime and putting Eighter in a safe place. He took to the air and landed minutes later in front of Lime's house, carrying Eighter in a big box. What should have been Lime's house. Now a smoking crater. He couldn't take it. He dropped to the ground, dropping Eighter in front of him, and his entire body shook with tears. With rage. With overwhelming sadness. With maddening anger. He'd caused many people to fell like this, he realized. He now knew what Eighteen had undoubtedly gone through.
'I will find who did this' he vowed 'And make them wish they'd never been born. I will find who took Suno, and I will make them wish they'd never been born. But first, I'll get you somewhere safe, my friend. My brother' for that is how Eighter saw him, and, though he'd never admit it, how he saw Eighter. There were only two people he trusted to care for Eighter, and since only one could, and would, help him, and he couldn't find the other anyway, he'd take him to the one he could find. The one who'd made him fully human. Bulma Briefs.
Elsewhere
Eighteen awoke. She sat up on her knees and, for a moment, wondered why there was a large whole in her roof. Then it hit. The jumble of emotions caused by the loss of her family. At her hands. She cried out in rage, anger, suffering, her aura flashed around her as she stood to her feet, becoming transparent, the red being pushed to the edges as her hair turned a bright whitish blonde. Then, she returned to normal. As she fell to her knees, her body shook with tears as they poured from her eyes. The sorrow. It was unbearable. She had to get rid of it. She hated it. She hated everyone. She hated herself. She had to escape. She felt for the door, the door for her emotions, wanting to shut it. To get away. And she found it. And she shut it. Her eyes for a moment flashed red with her final remaining rage, then a dull, emotionless mask covered her face before she floated out through the hole in the roof. She landed on the ground and started to walk. She didn't know where. She didn't know why. All she knew was that she had to get away. From her broken house. From her memories. From herself.
BM: How's that for an ending?
JJ: An annoying one
BM: SO?!
JJ: Please review chases after BM, ki blast in hand