Hello everyone, I am BACK! Aren't you soooooo excited. Anywho, a few
things about this chapter. 1st, Goku lookalike = Roberts = my rescuer.
Just thought I'd clarify that so you didn't get confused. He has other
names, too, but they should be obvious.
2nd sorry this is a short chapter, please forgive...and to show that you
forgive me your should review. :P
3rd I own the Dragon Ball Z characters, and look, pigs are flying!
4th this chapter is dedicated to Esgal (and the other 3) because it was her
17th birthday last week and I decided that my next update would go to her
because of that. So happy belated birthday! Your present is
coming...eventually :D (and by the way, any Harry Potter fans should
definitely check out her story, Foundation of Friendship by Esgalhothwen.
No, wait, let me change that, you should ALL go check out her story, it's
very good.
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"So you know him, do you?" Jolon asked with obvious joy. I mentally cursed myself for not keeping my mouth shut. This person who looked uncannily like Goku would have it a hundred million times worse now that Jolon knew that I at least somewhat knew who he was. "Well, Goku, you picked the wrong tyrant to mess with." ************************************************************************
"So who are you really?"
"No."
I was slightly taken aback. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, No, and it's nice to finally know your real name." He glared at me. "What? I see no problem with your name."
"You know what I mean."
"I do?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I'm not."
"Joy."
"Yes, No?"
He rolled his eyes. "You are annoying."
"Nope. Just trying to make the best of a horrible situation."
"Really?"
"Unless lying, chained, to a stone bed in a room surrounded by blood, guts and gore is particularly wonderful to you..."
"No, it's not."
"Good, because I would have to wonder about you." He laughed slightly at this. "So seriously, what's your name?"
"Seriously, I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because if I get my name involved then there's more emotion attached, and that's not a good thing, so I figure I'll just keep my name out of it."
"But you know my name."
"So?"
"So that's not fair."
"Life usually isn't," he said with a deep bitterness; the same bitterness I felt.
"You're telling me. I just got dumped from the most perfect man EVER then I found out that he's...he's..." I couldn't continue.
"Dead?" I nodded trying to hold back the impending tears. "That's not right." The confusion in his voice caused me to look at him.
"What do you mean?"
He looked extremely confused. "Trunks doesn't die."
"What in the heck do you mean?" Trunks was dead, I had seen his head.
He glanced at me as he realized his mistake. "Nothing, I talk too much."
"Really, what?"
"NOTHING."
"You just told me that the love of my life isn't actually dead then you're not going to elaborate. Don't give me false hope, I have enough despair to deal with right now anyway." He was about to respond when Jolon decided to grace us with his presence.
"Oh, it's you."
Jolon gave me such an evil look that even loud mouth me decided that it wasn't such a good idea to talk right now. He walked up to my unnamed friend and, out of nowhere, punched him as hard as he could on the side of the head. "How dare you. HOW DARE YOU KILL HER! YOU STUPID HALF SAYAIN BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY...but first," he said, calming a bit, "she will suffer for your idiocies." With that he walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled, and pulled and pulled until I thought the pain couldn't grow anymore. But it did and I felt tears spring into my eyes. I felt pain in my wrists and ankles as my bonds cut into me. And still he pulled. I felt my chains break and myself be pulled onto the ground while my leg found it's way into the blood at the side of the pathways. I was in too much pain to do anything about it.
"Having fun Princess?" He asked without any of his usual sarcasm. This was scarey. An evil yet sarcastic Jolon I could handle. A psychotic, angry, murderous Jolon was down right horrifying. He picked me up by my hair and threw me back on the stone bed. I winced as my ribs broke. "I hope so because if I have my way you won't be walking for the rest of your cursed life!" He punched me in the stomach. I screamed. He punched my face. I found myself at the edge of consciousness and maybe even death. He laughed as the blood started pouring from my nose and mouth. He then grabbed my left arm and snapped it like it was a stick. He walked around the stone and repeated the painful action on my leg and laughed as I screamed even louder.
"STOP IT!" came a voice from the other side of the room. Jolon looked up and laughed.
"And whose going to stop me...you?"
"Yes, me." And with that he started powering. Jolon laughed again.
"Those bonds are too strong, even for a super-saiyan. They're made from the strongest tacier in the entire universe. The only reason I broke her's was because she had the older, weaker bonds; we figured you were more of a threat." My rescuer continued powering up none the less. I felt him go up, and up, and up. 'He's going to pass Vegeta if he keep that up' I realized. And still he continued. I glanced at him and was amazed to find his hair was longer than before. I had never seen a super-saiyan's hair grow. Who was this guy? Jolon quietly cursed. Apparently this was a surprise for him, too. I watched in complete pain as Roberts began to break the 'tacier' chain. Jolon was shocked, I had no doubt of that, but he still had his wits and quickly jumped onto the Goku lookalike and started to strangle him with all his might. I watched as blood started to run down the side of Robert's neck and winced as I remembered Jolon's nails. Suddenly I felt my rescuer's energy drop, fast.
'That's not good,' I thought to myself. Why was that happening? Surely he was strong enough to take Jolon, he'd done it before. So why the sudden decrease in energy. I tried to shift for a better look but groaned as pain shot through my body. I groaned again as I realized that Roberts' hair was back to it's original length and color and still his ki dropped. This wasn't good at all. Finally he stopped struggling and was still. I felt carefully for his ki and found it, but it was weak and almost nonexistent. He would die soon; I knew it and Jolon knew it and he started to laugh.
At that moment I felt a hatred for Jolon that I had never felt for anyone, even Xavier. He had killed my grandparents, many innocent people, was looking forward to killing again, was laughing at Roberts' near death, had put me in more pain than I knew was possible and, most importantly, he had killed Trunks. I felt rage coming up inside of me as I remembered Trunks' sweet face and words; a rage that surpassed my pain and caused me to power up. I pulled out every ounce of energy I had ever had and put it into a blast that was aimed at Jolon's head. He noticed just in time and ducked. I kept pushing, afraid that if I stopped I wouldn't have to energy to create another blast. I chased him around the room with my blast destroying everything; the bones, the walls, the stairs, everything. Still I held on, thinking about Trunks. Jolon moved very quickly and was always out of the way just in time. It was very frustrating. Suddenly Roberts' hand came out of no where and grabbed Jolon's arm holding him just long enough to allow my blast to find it's way into his head. As I rejoiced over Jolon's demise I noticed that the wall were shaking; the place was going to fall. I also noticed that that had been Roberts' last bit of energy as well as mine. There was no way we were getting out of there before the walls came down. But as the pain started taking back over my body I found that I didn't even have the energy to care. I allowed myself to fall to the floor with a whispered good-bye to Roberts and a promise to Trunks that I would be with him soon.
"So you know him, do you?" Jolon asked with obvious joy. I mentally cursed myself for not keeping my mouth shut. This person who looked uncannily like Goku would have it a hundred million times worse now that Jolon knew that I at least somewhat knew who he was. "Well, Goku, you picked the wrong tyrant to mess with." ************************************************************************
"So who are you really?"
"No."
I was slightly taken aback. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, No, and it's nice to finally know your real name." He glared at me. "What? I see no problem with your name."
"You know what I mean."
"I do?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I'm not."
"Joy."
"Yes, No?"
He rolled his eyes. "You are annoying."
"Nope. Just trying to make the best of a horrible situation."
"Really?"
"Unless lying, chained, to a stone bed in a room surrounded by blood, guts and gore is particularly wonderful to you..."
"No, it's not."
"Good, because I would have to wonder about you." He laughed slightly at this. "So seriously, what's your name?"
"Seriously, I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because if I get my name involved then there's more emotion attached, and that's not a good thing, so I figure I'll just keep my name out of it."
"But you know my name."
"So?"
"So that's not fair."
"Life usually isn't," he said with a deep bitterness; the same bitterness I felt.
"You're telling me. I just got dumped from the most perfect man EVER then I found out that he's...he's..." I couldn't continue.
"Dead?" I nodded trying to hold back the impending tears. "That's not right." The confusion in his voice caused me to look at him.
"What do you mean?"
He looked extremely confused. "Trunks doesn't die."
"What in the heck do you mean?" Trunks was dead, I had seen his head.
He glanced at me as he realized his mistake. "Nothing, I talk too much."
"Really, what?"
"NOTHING."
"You just told me that the love of my life isn't actually dead then you're not going to elaborate. Don't give me false hope, I have enough despair to deal with right now anyway." He was about to respond when Jolon decided to grace us with his presence.
"Oh, it's you."
Jolon gave me such an evil look that even loud mouth me decided that it wasn't such a good idea to talk right now. He walked up to my unnamed friend and, out of nowhere, punched him as hard as he could on the side of the head. "How dare you. HOW DARE YOU KILL HER! YOU STUPID HALF SAYAIN BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY...but first," he said, calming a bit, "she will suffer for your idiocies." With that he walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled, and pulled and pulled until I thought the pain couldn't grow anymore. But it did and I felt tears spring into my eyes. I felt pain in my wrists and ankles as my bonds cut into me. And still he pulled. I felt my chains break and myself be pulled onto the ground while my leg found it's way into the blood at the side of the pathways. I was in too much pain to do anything about it.
"Having fun Princess?" He asked without any of his usual sarcasm. This was scarey. An evil yet sarcastic Jolon I could handle. A psychotic, angry, murderous Jolon was down right horrifying. He picked me up by my hair and threw me back on the stone bed. I winced as my ribs broke. "I hope so because if I have my way you won't be walking for the rest of your cursed life!" He punched me in the stomach. I screamed. He punched my face. I found myself at the edge of consciousness and maybe even death. He laughed as the blood started pouring from my nose and mouth. He then grabbed my left arm and snapped it like it was a stick. He walked around the stone and repeated the painful action on my leg and laughed as I screamed even louder.
"STOP IT!" came a voice from the other side of the room. Jolon looked up and laughed.
"And whose going to stop me...you?"
"Yes, me." And with that he started powering. Jolon laughed again.
"Those bonds are too strong, even for a super-saiyan. They're made from the strongest tacier in the entire universe. The only reason I broke her's was because she had the older, weaker bonds; we figured you were more of a threat." My rescuer continued powering up none the less. I felt him go up, and up, and up. 'He's going to pass Vegeta if he keep that up' I realized. And still he continued. I glanced at him and was amazed to find his hair was longer than before. I had never seen a super-saiyan's hair grow. Who was this guy? Jolon quietly cursed. Apparently this was a surprise for him, too. I watched in complete pain as Roberts began to break the 'tacier' chain. Jolon was shocked, I had no doubt of that, but he still had his wits and quickly jumped onto the Goku lookalike and started to strangle him with all his might. I watched as blood started to run down the side of Robert's neck and winced as I remembered Jolon's nails. Suddenly I felt my rescuer's energy drop, fast.
'That's not good,' I thought to myself. Why was that happening? Surely he was strong enough to take Jolon, he'd done it before. So why the sudden decrease in energy. I tried to shift for a better look but groaned as pain shot through my body. I groaned again as I realized that Roberts' hair was back to it's original length and color and still his ki dropped. This wasn't good at all. Finally he stopped struggling and was still. I felt carefully for his ki and found it, but it was weak and almost nonexistent. He would die soon; I knew it and Jolon knew it and he started to laugh.
At that moment I felt a hatred for Jolon that I had never felt for anyone, even Xavier. He had killed my grandparents, many innocent people, was looking forward to killing again, was laughing at Roberts' near death, had put me in more pain than I knew was possible and, most importantly, he had killed Trunks. I felt rage coming up inside of me as I remembered Trunks' sweet face and words; a rage that surpassed my pain and caused me to power up. I pulled out every ounce of energy I had ever had and put it into a blast that was aimed at Jolon's head. He noticed just in time and ducked. I kept pushing, afraid that if I stopped I wouldn't have to energy to create another blast. I chased him around the room with my blast destroying everything; the bones, the walls, the stairs, everything. Still I held on, thinking about Trunks. Jolon moved very quickly and was always out of the way just in time. It was very frustrating. Suddenly Roberts' hand came out of no where and grabbed Jolon's arm holding him just long enough to allow my blast to find it's way into his head. As I rejoiced over Jolon's demise I noticed that the wall were shaking; the place was going to fall. I also noticed that that had been Roberts' last bit of energy as well as mine. There was no way we were getting out of there before the walls came down. But as the pain started taking back over my body I found that I didn't even have the energy to care. I allowed myself to fall to the floor with a whispered good-bye to Roberts and a promise to Trunks that I would be with him soon.