As you may know, my faithful viewers, all good things must come to an end. This, 'Dragonfly', is my last chapter. In this chapter, is the reason behind the name. You may be thinking, ah man, this has nothing to do with it. Well, your wrong. This chapter, does, in fact, have to do with the story. It picks up where I left off in the last chapter. As you may notice, the chapters do not have names; this is at the reason, which I am afraid of doing that for the pure fact that it never copies right. In the event that should happen, it messes the whole product up, hence what happened with 'Not Again'. This chapter will also be longer then the usual ones. By about 4 pages, going by Microsoft word. The 'very last' chapter is a response to my faithful reviewers. That will not be posted for a few weeks, since I only have ONE VIEWER. I hope you enjoy, and review, my last, and final chapter, of 'Dragonfly'. –-/AIH(C—
Amora clung to her mother while they assessed the wounds. There were no problems with his health, just how he broke his arm. And where the blood came from.
"Amora, what did you say happened?"
Amora kept silent. She knew not to say anything. T.J. spoke up.
"I missed, Ok, mom? Stop trying to say he was out for revenge. I've never lied to you. I never will. I could care less if I go to jail, as long as people know it was an accident."
"There's a winners attitude." Whispered Gohan.
"T.J., Amora, Pan, I'm sorry. I should have never gotten involved with finding you again. I was ready to send someone to find you, but no one came, so I assumed you moved or were extremely angry with me. I know that I made a mistake, again. But I know that you forgive, Pan."
"Amy, you weren't hurt were you?" asked T.J.
"NO! I WANT YOU TO ALL STOP SAYING HE'S AGAINST US! I KNOW HE ISN'T HE WAS HONEST WITH ME, I KNEW IT SO STOP SAYING HES AN ENEMY!"
T.J. looked at his sister and smiled. "Thank you for agreeing with me, Amora. Momma, you need to lighten up. You ran out on HIM. Not vice versa."
Pan took Amora's hand and led her home. T.J. handed Trunks an address and ran off. Trunks read the note, and went back to his office. This would be the death of him, he knew it.
Pan walked outside and paced the halls when T.J. and her started arguing. T.J. was 19, but he still had the amazing grace as when he was seven.
"Mom, you need to consider forgiving him. He's innocent. I misread his words. I said I was sorry. He apologized, you forgave him, why are you fighting? You left him! He didn't leave you!"
"T.J.," she said sighing. "I've missed him dearly since I left. I knew where he was, and restrained myself. I can forgive him, but I don't know about Amora. She's been ignoring and disobeying me all year. T.J. what are you teaching her?"
"I'm sorry mom. She heard me talking to him one night. I didn't know she'd ask. Mom, she—"
"T.J., don't worry about it, he's heading up here. I'll talk to him alone. You go and keep Amora in the room."
"Amy, I'm glad you came and found me. Now we know that someone wanted to know the truth."
She nodded and went to get her backpack. She was late for class. Late by ten minuets, and the school was an hour away. She was out the door and gone.
(AN: Now this is an angst, so I have to add more tragedy. So do not kill me for what I'm about to do)
Amora was walking home from school when something terrible happened. Pan got the call from her dad, who got the call from T.J. She then called Trunks and left on the way to the hospital. Amora was not the kind of girl for this to happen to.
T.J. held onto his little sister's hand as tight as he could without breaking her arm. Amora was in critical condition. She was taken by a group of teenagers, gang raped, and attacked. T.J. had always wanted a sister. He never wanted her to die. He wanted her to live forever.
"Amora, hold on, you can make it."
"T.J., I'm sorry, you have to go now. They need to do a rape check, so she can have a proper trial. I'm sorry it happened to her, she didn't deserve it. T.J. this is Mrs. Elysian Havarti, she's with the local crime lab. She'll be running the rape check on your sister, and finding out who did it. In order for it to work, you need to leave the room."
He got his stuff and left in a huff. His mother had Trunks to look to. He had no one. He wanted no one. There was only one thing he could do to ease his mind. He ran off to Nichole's. Ann Marie Nichole was a girl he had dated in high school. She worked with him too.
"Amora is hurt? But how?" asked Nichole.
"Hah! Amora deserved it, I bet! Let me guess, a gang rape? Bet I'm right." Boasted Harlan, her boyfriend.
T.J. hit him in the face, hard. "Amora is my sister, she's eleven and a half, this was not right. And if you did it I'll find out and kill you."
"T.J. don't." pleaded Nichole.
"Yeah, well she was good. She was real good. I'd do it again if she were still alive. And I bet you that Jake, Andrew, and Mike would to!"
T.J. went after him and used his saiyan power. He held a small Ki beam to his head and sat on him holding him to the ground with his hand by the neck. Harlan bucked him off while Nichole called the cops. She explained to them what was going on, and who was there. Elysian was the first one there.
"Vigilante's," she whispered to Jessica Diamond, her coworker. "Mr. Betori, and Mr. Briefs, we need to talk to you both. Nichole looked at Elysian and Jessica.
"Mr. Betori, come with me." Demanded Jessica.
"Mr. Briefs, come with me." Demanded Elysian.
"I need you, Ms. Nichole, to come back to the lab with us." Stated Granger, the man in charge of the case.
"T.J., How could you???" asked Trunks.
"I went to talk to NICHOLE I told her what happened to Amora, and her boyfriend was there. He said she deserved it, then he said: "She was good, she was real good. I'd do it again if she wasn't near death." Then he listed some other names." Shrieked T.J. in the defensive.
"Mr., and Mrs., I assure you, he's telling the truth. I have tapes set up all over my apartment for the sake of my daughter. We live in a bad neighborhood. Nora is my life, she's my daughter. I care about her. I want to keep her safe. She saw them fighting. I can go back and get the tapes, officer, if you need me to. But I also have Nora as a witness. Nora is five. She's the result of a gang rape on my part. She's my only daughter, and I care about her weather she was mine or not!" answered Nichole.
"My son would never hurt anyone without reason. He would only hurt you if you threatened his sister. She was near death when she was born, she's fragile. She cannot defend herself like normal people, she's weak. He keeps her safe. He always wanted a little sister, so he never lets any harm overcome her." Answered Pan rather calmly.
"Nichole," asked Diamond. "You have tapes?"
"Yes," she answered simply.
"Momma! Momma!"
Nichole looked towards the two-way glass. Her daughter wanted to come in. She was a witness. Diamond told her to come in.
"Momma that man in there threatened me!" Nichole looked at T.J., blushed, and looked at the floor.
"Nora, you can't be near your mother during interrogation. Stand over here so I can talk to you."
Innocence is a virtue. Pain is a remedy. Heartache is a pain. Recoil is a bitch.
A week and three days later, the trial was held. Amora was better, and the world was a happy perky place. Ann Marie Nichole was keeping Nora at their house, while she moved. T.J. watched her for them.
"T.J...t-thank you. You were the only person who had faith in me."
"Mr.?" Asked Nora.
"Yes, Nora?"
"Can I call you daddy? That man who I was living with was a-bust-live."
He smiled. "Abusive. And you can call me daddy, but it's up to your mom."
"My momma likes you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep. She told me. And she told that man I was living with to lay off, or she'd leave him. I guess she finally did."
"Nora, how old are you?" asked Amora.
"Eight. My momma says you're a pretty girl. She was right, you are pretty."
"Thanks."
"Sure. Are you ok, Mr.?"
"Yeah," Answered T.J. who left the room in a coughing fit. Amy followed him.
"Want me to call momma, T.J.?"
"Yes, please."
T.J. was checked for this when he was seven, but apparently they didn't do much. He was out cold. Amora was completely creeped out. She sat with him when he went out. She was scared. Nora was cuddled in her mothers' arms completely oblivious to why her mother was crying. Trunks knew what was going to happen. He knew all to well.
"Sir you cannot go in there!" yelled the orderly.
"My son is dying, and I am the only person who can help him. If you don't let me in there I will sue you, and believe me, I have all needs."
"Sir you do not intimidate me!" Yelled the orderly. Amora walked over and looked at the man.
"Mr., that is my brother. This man here is my father. I'm sick, I just want to see my brother before he dies. Is it too much to ask you let me see him?"
"Your how old, Mrs.?"
"Eleven."
"Go ahead in. Both of you."
Trunks looked at the girl. "How'd you do that?"
"Easy. I know his son. He knows me. He knows what I'm capable of if I'm mad."
"Oh," she walked over to her brother's bedside and sat on the floor. She waited for her dad. Trunks gave him whatever it was that he gave him. T.J. would take a bit to get fully better but whatever.
"Daddy, why do you call me 'Dragonfly'?" she asked.
"A dragonfly is fragile. You are fragile. A dragonfly is beautiful. You are beautiful. Your mothers nickname was dragonfly, she got it from grandma. When she died I kept the tradition going. Therefore you are dragonfly, three."
"Oh, why was grandma called dragonfly?"
"When she was young she was given a dragonfly locked from her mother. She decided to wear it everyday. That's where they got the idea to call her dragonfly."
"Sweet."
I'm done. That's it. I'm finished. I can't think of anymore. And notice, I don't tell you if he survives of not. Haha! I'm evil! I'm leaving it open for a sequel. Ok? Ok. But only if I get viewers.