Hello everyone, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Just so you know, the
story takes a very dark turn in this chapter. Be warned.
Disclaimer: I am happy to announce that for Christmas my parents bought me
DBZ, so now I acctually do own all of the characters. :) (For you more
guillable...no, not guillable, trusting...people out there, I have just
lied to you all.)
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It was cold, damp and, as I happily noticed, dark when I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. When they did I instantly wished they hadn't and shut my eyes. In front of me and, as far as I could tell, all around me were bones, blood and guts. I shuddered trying not to let my imagination wander to how they got there. After a few moments of calming myself I opened my eyes again and looked around. I found myself lying on a stone bed with my hands and feet chained to it. I also found that I was right, the blood, guts and gore were all around me. I shuddered again thinking about what this room must have been used for to have so much death in it. My gruesome thoughts were interrupted when I heard a door open and footsteps. I looked around as best as I could and found that there were also steps in that room and someone was coming down them. I decided to pretend to still be out cold and closed my eyes.
"Good morning princess." It was Jolon. I kept my eyes closed. "You know, I know you're awake, your breathing pattern's changed from when you were asleep."
'Liar,' I thought. Then I felt something cold and pointy touch the right side of my neck.
"Princess, if you don't open your eyes and respond to me, I will send this dagger through your mouth and kill you."
'You wouldn't kill me, I'm too valuable,' was my unvoiced response. I felt him push the dagger harder and then something wet started running down my neck. 'Then again, maybe not.' My eyes flew open.
He smiled. "That's better. Now, Karayan has told me a very interesting story he heard Ramiro tell you. You're not queen Luna after all, are you?" I stared angrily at him and shook my head as much as his dagger would allow. "Now, why didn't you tell us this before?" I gave him an evil look to tell him that I wasn't about to answer. It didn't matter though, he didn't give me the chance. "You didn't tell us this before because you figured you would keep your mommy safe. Well, you can't. We'll find her and we'll kill her slowly and painfully." He smiled evilly at me before turning away. "You're weak Princess; that's very surprising. You had been growing very strong over the years but now you are suddenly weak." I glared at the back of his head. "Would like to know how I would know?" he asked turning slightly. "Of course you would, although you'd never admit it." He slowly walked over to a corner of the room and picked up something. When he turned around and I saw what he was holding I found myself ready to puke. "You remember him, don't you? Of course you do, some of your worst memories are thanks to him. Aren't you glad we killed your step-father for you? You remember him attacking you randomly four years ago. Then three months later your first boyfriend showed up with the same strange look your father had had and attacking you. Then three months after that the school bully from your fourth grade class showed up and the incident repeated. This continued every three months for four years. A man from your past shows up when you are alone, has a strange look and attacks you. This was all my planning, and my doing. I found and controlled men who recognized you. That was essential. They had to have some hate towards you in order for me to control them so easily. I got into their minds and bodies, made them strong, fueled there hate towards you and set them loose. This way I could determine how strong you were getting so I could choose the right time to execute my plan." He walked over to me and set Xavier's head to the left of mine. I looked away and tried to ignore the stench. "But wait, there's more." He walked over to another corner of the room and picked up what turned out to be my first boyfriend's head. This he set a little away from my dad's head. And so he continued, picking up the heads of my past attackers and placing them around me until there was only room for one more; the other spot next to my head. I wondered vaguely what he was going to do since he was out of attackers, but I didn't particularly want to know so I didn't thinks long and merely hoped that he had no plans for that spot. My hopes were wrong, however. He walked over to the original corner, picked something up and walked back to me with it hidden in his cloak. I tried not to be curious, but I was so I watched out of the corner of my eye. He then pulled another head out of his cloak and set on the right side of my head. I looked out of the corner of my eye, did a double take and broke down into hysterics with only one word escaping my lips..."Trunks!" ************************************************************************
I was walking with Trunks. We were holding hands and laughing. I was happy. He was happy. Suddenly men from my past attacked us. Trunks was killed instantly and I was placed on a stone bed with chains on my hands and feet and someone was holding their hand over my mouth. I woke up with a start and found that my all of nightmare was real, including the hand over my mouth. I tried to struggle but, as my hands and feet were chained, I could do nothing. I cringed as my mind went through the million things that he could do to me and I felt myself start to tremble. He brought his head down to my ear and whispered so quietly I could barely hear. "Don't worry and don't fight, it's me, Roberts. Now let's go." I felt myself relax somewhat.
He quickly grabbed the chains and broke each one. He then helped me stand up and let me lean his arm while I got used to my legs again. He then grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and out of the room. Once in, what I guessed to be, Jolon and co's room, he lead me quietly to where Kacela slept. He quietly raised his hand and shot a ki blast quietly into her head. It was a clean shot, no blood and no noise so how Jolon managed to wake up I will never know. At first he looked surprised to see us, but he hid it quickly and called for Kacela and Karayan.
"Karayan, Kacela, why are they escaping?!" No response. "Karayan, Kacela, get over here NOW!" Again, no response. He turned slowly to Roberts. "Where are they?"
"Why don't you see fore yourself?" Roberts asked as he pointed. Jolon's eyes slowly followed Roberts' hand and then grew wide.
"You, you killed her."
"Very observant." Jolon's eyes snapped back to Roberts
"You will die for this."
"Really? And I suppose you'll be the one to kill me." Jolon merely smiled evily and nodded before running at Roberts. I got out of the way knowing that I would be no help. By the time I turned around Jolon and Roberts were on the other side of the room in full combat. Jolon must have really been working out while I was gone because he was really giving Roberts a run for his money this time. They fought hard and used moves I had never seen before until Jolon caught Roberts off guard with a whisterpoop (AN: my new word, it means a smack on the side of the head.) Roberts was momentarily stunned and started to fall to the ground but Roberts grabbed him from behind.
"Who are you really?" he whispered in Roberts' ear. "Why do you hide your face?" I watched wanting to help, but finding curiosity holding me back. Jolon reached up to Roberts' face and removed the mask revealing someone who looked vaguely familiar but not quite...
"Goku?"
It was cold, damp and, as I happily noticed, dark when I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. When they did I instantly wished they hadn't and shut my eyes. In front of me and, as far as I could tell, all around me were bones, blood and guts. I shuddered trying not to let my imagination wander to how they got there. After a few moments of calming myself I opened my eyes again and looked around. I found myself lying on a stone bed with my hands and feet chained to it. I also found that I was right, the blood, guts and gore were all around me. I shuddered again thinking about what this room must have been used for to have so much death in it. My gruesome thoughts were interrupted when I heard a door open and footsteps. I looked around as best as I could and found that there were also steps in that room and someone was coming down them. I decided to pretend to still be out cold and closed my eyes.
"Good morning princess." It was Jolon. I kept my eyes closed. "You know, I know you're awake, your breathing pattern's changed from when you were asleep."
'Liar,' I thought. Then I felt something cold and pointy touch the right side of my neck.
"Princess, if you don't open your eyes and respond to me, I will send this dagger through your mouth and kill you."
'You wouldn't kill me, I'm too valuable,' was my unvoiced response. I felt him push the dagger harder and then something wet started running down my neck. 'Then again, maybe not.' My eyes flew open.
He smiled. "That's better. Now, Karayan has told me a very interesting story he heard Ramiro tell you. You're not queen Luna after all, are you?" I stared angrily at him and shook my head as much as his dagger would allow. "Now, why didn't you tell us this before?" I gave him an evil look to tell him that I wasn't about to answer. It didn't matter though, he didn't give me the chance. "You didn't tell us this before because you figured you would keep your mommy safe. Well, you can't. We'll find her and we'll kill her slowly and painfully." He smiled evilly at me before turning away. "You're weak Princess; that's very surprising. You had been growing very strong over the years but now you are suddenly weak." I glared at the back of his head. "Would like to know how I would know?" he asked turning slightly. "Of course you would, although you'd never admit it." He slowly walked over to a corner of the room and picked up something. When he turned around and I saw what he was holding I found myself ready to puke. "You remember him, don't you? Of course you do, some of your worst memories are thanks to him. Aren't you glad we killed your step-father for you? You remember him attacking you randomly four years ago. Then three months later your first boyfriend showed up with the same strange look your father had had and attacking you. Then three months after that the school bully from your fourth grade class showed up and the incident repeated. This continued every three months for four years. A man from your past shows up when you are alone, has a strange look and attacks you. This was all my planning, and my doing. I found and controlled men who recognized you. That was essential. They had to have some hate towards you in order for me to control them so easily. I got into their minds and bodies, made them strong, fueled there hate towards you and set them loose. This way I could determine how strong you were getting so I could choose the right time to execute my plan." He walked over to me and set Xavier's head to the left of mine. I looked away and tried to ignore the stench. "But wait, there's more." He walked over to another corner of the room and picked up what turned out to be my first boyfriend's head. This he set a little away from my dad's head. And so he continued, picking up the heads of my past attackers and placing them around me until there was only room for one more; the other spot next to my head. I wondered vaguely what he was going to do since he was out of attackers, but I didn't particularly want to know so I didn't thinks long and merely hoped that he had no plans for that spot. My hopes were wrong, however. He walked over to the original corner, picked something up and walked back to me with it hidden in his cloak. I tried not to be curious, but I was so I watched out of the corner of my eye. He then pulled another head out of his cloak and set on the right side of my head. I looked out of the corner of my eye, did a double take and broke down into hysterics with only one word escaping my lips..."Trunks!" ************************************************************************
I was walking with Trunks. We were holding hands and laughing. I was happy. He was happy. Suddenly men from my past attacked us. Trunks was killed instantly and I was placed on a stone bed with chains on my hands and feet and someone was holding their hand over my mouth. I woke up with a start and found that my all of nightmare was real, including the hand over my mouth. I tried to struggle but, as my hands and feet were chained, I could do nothing. I cringed as my mind went through the million things that he could do to me and I felt myself start to tremble. He brought his head down to my ear and whispered so quietly I could barely hear. "Don't worry and don't fight, it's me, Roberts. Now let's go." I felt myself relax somewhat.
He quickly grabbed the chains and broke each one. He then helped me stand up and let me lean his arm while I got used to my legs again. He then grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and out of the room. Once in, what I guessed to be, Jolon and co's room, he lead me quietly to where Kacela slept. He quietly raised his hand and shot a ki blast quietly into her head. It was a clean shot, no blood and no noise so how Jolon managed to wake up I will never know. At first he looked surprised to see us, but he hid it quickly and called for Kacela and Karayan.
"Karayan, Kacela, why are they escaping?!" No response. "Karayan, Kacela, get over here NOW!" Again, no response. He turned slowly to Roberts. "Where are they?"
"Why don't you see fore yourself?" Roberts asked as he pointed. Jolon's eyes slowly followed Roberts' hand and then grew wide.
"You, you killed her."
"Very observant." Jolon's eyes snapped back to Roberts
"You will die for this."
"Really? And I suppose you'll be the one to kill me." Jolon merely smiled evily and nodded before running at Roberts. I got out of the way knowing that I would be no help. By the time I turned around Jolon and Roberts were on the other side of the room in full combat. Jolon must have really been working out while I was gone because he was really giving Roberts a run for his money this time. They fought hard and used moves I had never seen before until Jolon caught Roberts off guard with a whisterpoop (AN: my new word, it means a smack on the side of the head.) Roberts was momentarily stunned and started to fall to the ground but Roberts grabbed him from behind.
"Who are you really?" he whispered in Roberts' ear. "Why do you hide your face?" I watched wanting to help, but finding curiosity holding me back. Jolon reached up to Roberts' face and removed the mask revealing someone who looked vaguely familiar but not quite...
"Goku?"