Won the Battle, Losing the War
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. If I did Great Sayaman wouldn't exist. Yes. ~bows to her applauses~
Author's Note: Oh my goodness! I can't believe it took me *this* long to post up another chapter. I am so sorry. I will try to post again much sooner.
~Last Time on WBLW~
"I… I just wanna know why… Why me?"
"Easy prey."
"Gohan. Don't listen to him…"
"You know nothing, little boy!"
"I don't know what we can do. I… I don't think we were meant to win this."
"STAY AWAY, NIISAN!"
Gohan refused Goten. Now Goten refused Gohan. His fault.
"Don't be mad, Gohan-san."
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"He who angers you conquers you" – Elizabeth Kenny
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"What do you mean?" Trunks babbled, "Wha- What's time?"
The hybrid beside him did not answer back. His aurora had changed far more then it had before. It was almost as if Gohan was a ghost now. The essence; the taste of his ki was gone. All that was left was this horrible chill that shot up and down Trunks' spine when he dared to glance at his former friend. Had Gohan become a onryou when Trunks' back was turned?
This bitter air the hung between them had turned from thick to thin far faster then Trunks would have liked. He felt like a fool, sucking in the air as frequently as he did. But Gohan stood firm, his eyes still strangely tainted by the distant sight Trunks couldn't see. Breathing, that was something that Trunks figured was not of Gohan's priorities right now. The boy stood erect, with hardly a different facade then a rock.
Violet eyes suddenly moved, rapidly scanning the desert horizon until falling upon his split countenance. Haji smirked confidently at the demi sayian, and strangely the violet eyes returned the gesture. The villain's composure drooped at the return intimation.
The wind bit harshly at the remaining three until the three were no more. Wind scarred the land dry, tossing and racking, until a little boy was swallowed beneath it's arms. No more sweet innocent smile. No more exultant laughter at juvenile things. No more little voice calling 'Niisan' in early hours of morning. No more Goten.
Trunks was jolted forward to his knees at their arrival in a new soon-to-be arena. His knees collided with soft ground affixed to a snowy wasteland. The backdrop stretched out on all side of him, making him lose his sense proportion. So small he was, suddenly, comparable to this huge world they had entered.
Gales lashed out on all sides of Trunks as he knelt huddled to the earth. His eyes were burned of their moisture and sight and all energy he had was being sucked clear out of his body like heat.
"Trunks, get up."
He defiantly heard a voice. But finding the person that it belonged to seemed virtually impossible. The lilac topped man tossed his head uncertainly, trying to shake off some of the snow that had already started piling on him. Trunks squinted through the gales spotting a shadow near him. Whether it was friend or foe, Trunks had no way to tell or fight.
"Trunks, get up."
The bodiless voice had commanded him again. Harsher and more urgent this time. Trunks complied.
Once Trunks was to his feet, the voice spoke again,
"Can you see me, Trunks-san?"
It was softer and much kinder this time. Trunks peered over at the form again seeing the flash of purple eyes. Haji had not mimicked that part of Gohan… It had to be Gohan.
"Hai." Trunks muttered, "Sort of."
'We don't have time, Trunks." Gohan hissed unambiguously, "I transported us to a place that would confuse Haji for the time being. But as soon as he finds out we aren't going to fight him, he'll change it to his benefit."
"Are- Are we running away?" Mirai Trunks gulped in utter bewilderment.
"Iie!!! You think we can?" Gohan's voice exclaimed, "I was thinking more along the line of… fusion."
Trunks was almost blown over when another nor'easter shot across the land. The two covered themselves with one arm eager to speak their mind or hear the other's spoken.
"Are you crazy?" Trunks gasped as the wind died down slightly, "Fusion? Us? We never tried it before! What if we- if I mess up?"
"I believe in you, Trunks. You are good at perfection and imitation. Chibi Trunks was good, you must be better. You can do this in one try. I know you can."
He blinked once and could see Gohan's face. It was stern and as cold as the gale whipping past them. He was extremely serious. Soon the gales stole the truth again from Trunks' vision.
"It's our only chance… Don't back out on me now, Trunks."
The Prince's son sighed deeply, bonded by promise. He looked up at the shadow again and muttered soullessly,
"What must I do?"
"Become my shadow."
Haji groaned impatiently, eyeing the invisible landscape in boredom. 'All white? Why does it all have to be white? This is so dull.'
The demon's dark eyes trailed the flakes, fusing into sharp knives of ice as they fell around him. Annoying. He shook his stolen hair free from the ice and glared about for his prisoners. Perhaps a diversion? Ah. That's it. Haji's face, or rather Gohan's face, scrunched up in vexation at his twin's impudence. 'How could he want to escape after I killed Goten? Shouldn't he want to kill me now?'
"Did he figure it out?"
He felt a whirl of the two energies, as if they were powering up. They twisted together in a humming and threatening manner, like a dog growling at it's foe. Haji's adrenaline rose at feeling this change. So they didn't run?
Haji whirled his hand about the ice-filled air, melting it with his thoughts. The whole field transformed in one blur of confusion from a frozen wilderness to that of a burning wastelands. The flames licked about Haji's heels as he searched the changed environment for his foes. He spotted them not too far off, doing something quite queer. A dance of some kind. Haji's eyes widened in incredulity as their forms started admitting a strange light,
"FUUUUUUU SIOOOON! HAAAA!"
Their words, that once were their own, mixed together into one blend of person. Trunks could feel the transformation in him, and unconsciously he fought it. His voice struggled to dominate Gohan's but Gohan rose his pitch. They battled each other in this brief second of time, for domination of their newly forming body, not knowing to rely on teamwork as they had preached to do. Trunks felt as if he were ripping at the seams, falling away from the piece that he was with a few seconds before. His heart was fluttering, This isn't supposed to happen!
Their forms joined for a instant and slowly began to mend apart. Haji blinked in confusion, wondering if this were some sort of magic trick. How could two persons become one? He drew up his hand uncertainly, prepared to fire at the mutation if it struck.
Trunks grabbed hold of the foreign intrusion and pulled it back inside himself. He couldn't loose this piece, this power. He couldn't loose Gohan… Suddenly, memories became two sided. Thoughts were jumbled and almost terrifying. The guilt… The guilt of some horrible atrocity that he never committed became his own. They had made it within each other… And Trunks consciousness drifted asleep.
A bright light evoked the area, blinding Haji with his intensity. He squinted through the hook of his arm at a dazzling figure emerging from the luminosity. He looked upon it like a demon looks hungrily upon it's angel.
"What is this?" Haji chuckled, "Some new player?"
The person stepped forth, not a crease in his face. His hair remained dark with some trances of purplish tint; still curved up in the ridiculous unkempt look they all shared. The man's eyes shown a eerie dark blue. His clothes of eccentric orange and black. Backwards yet forwards. And all mixed up inside. His creature held a sword swung about his back; that seemed far heavier and deadlier then Trunks' sword had before. He had not unsheathed the sword yet, but Haji could already tell it was intricately designed.
"Who are you, stranger?" Haji smirked eyeing the sword in inquisitiveness, "How did Gohan and Trunks create you?"
The man didn't respond but his eyes flickered sinisterly at Haji's comment on their old names. Haji noted this and tried again,
"If your name is no longer Gohan or Trunks, what is it?"
The person didn't answer and Haji grew irritated. He drew up a blustering amount of ki in his left hand, and swung it over his head,
"I asked you a question!" Haji snapped slicing it down at the immobile man.
The person caught his wrist with ease causing Haji to drop the energy in his astonishment. This man that had emerged from the light, being so dark; glared down, hard, at a form that was now apart of it's new person. Silence burned about them like the dancing flames, and Haji's courage faltered,
"My name is Gotanks."
To Be Continued…
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It's short and it's bad, but I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me. ^^;;
-REVIEWS-
Just Curious: Thank you so much for the review. I admire your dedication to a story. ^^;; I would have never read a story 62 chapters long that hasn't been updated since September. As for the part when Vegeta died, he died saving Trunks and Gohan from Haji's blast. I forget what Chapter number but it's called Non-Nature Made Puddle, I think. Or it's the one before that. ^^
Angel35: How long has the beginning been? I've forgotten! @.@;; This story has taken a long time to write. Thank you so much for reading it this long though.
ManicAlpha: Wish him back? Where would be the fun in that? ::evil laughter:: Ah don't worry. Just watch/read the two endings and I promise you'll like at least one of the outcomes.
Obsessed Fan: Are you kidding?! I wish I could do that! With all that's going on in my life, I'm going bonkers trying to find some time to write! @.@ It's not easy being a Junior with stupid teachers.
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