(A/N: Um…sorry for the long wait? Heh…I'll try not to make you wait so long for the next chapter again. Someone just needs to remind me that when I do get computer time I need to spend a little more on typing my stories and a little less on chatting to various people. Yeah, so that's my excuse, and the fact that I haven't been allowed on the computer for quite some time. Anyway, on with the story. No one cares about what I have to say.)
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Fallen
angels at my feet
Whispered
voices at my ear
Death
before my eyes
Lying
next to me I fear.
She
beckons me
Shall
I give in?
Upon
my end
Shall
I begin?
Forsaking
all I've fallen for
I
rise to meet my end.
Chapter Five: Whisper
Trunks coughed as he rolled along the pavement, feeling the simple and the not-so-simple scratches on his clear skin. He had small ripped holes in his pants and half of his jacket was gone, making a bloodied arm clearly visible, the wound caused by a not-so-simple scratch. Psyfoam fought dirty, but of course Trunks already knew that, if not exactly from first hand experience.
He stood up, gathering energy into the palm of his hand and in one movement he thrust his right arm forward, sending the energy at a dead enemy. Trunks felt serious pain from a knee in his gut and he groaned as he heard the explosion from his energy blast crashing into a stray building. He glared at Psyfoam as he coughed for the hundredth time that day, and then he collapsed on the bloody pavement, at the feet of Psyfoam.
Trunks put his hands on the cement and forced himself back to his feet. He couldn't give up; he wouldn't give up; he refused to give up! Oh, but it hurt like hell! Every joint in his body felt sore, especially his knuckles. When he managed to punch Psyfoam it felt like he was punching the hardest metal in the universe with the power of a two-year-old human behind his attack, which in simple terms meant it hurt like hell. How can Reda, Vee, Goku, and even my father stand to fight with Psyfoam? I can barely get a simple punch to have an effect!
Trunks fell backwards, leaning against a not-so-sturdy five-story building. He could feel the sharp, shattered glass sticking into his now bloody back. He felt the pain, but his legs refused to move. So if Psyfoam decided now was a good time to attack, Trunks would be dead in a matter of seconds, if it even took that long to die by Psyfoam's fist.
"Trunks, do you want your sword back?" He looked at Psyfoam as the demon flipped his sword from hand to hand, point to hilt.
Trunks gulped and shut his eyes when Psyfoam threw the clear metal sword forward. He heard the ringing in his ears and slowly opened his eyes to see that the blade had missed his head by a simple inch. A simple inch! Psyfoam was toying with him. He was doing his best and Psyfoam was toying with him! For the first time since he had transformed to the second Super Saiyan stage, Trunks felt completely and totally helpless.
Trunks stared into the black eyes of his enemy and shivered. He didn't know enough about Psyfoam's eyes to begin with, but he had learned from Reda that black was the worst. Psyfoam must be real enraged right now. Reda, please stay away!
"Get away from him, Psyfoam!" Trunks grimaced at that voice. He loved her; yes, he loved her, but that was why he didn't want her here. No, Reda, get out of here; I hate to say it, but you can't beat Psyfoam alone; you need Vee to make Vree and that's the only way to destroy Psyfoam. You know it and I know it, Reda. So leave here now and don't come back until you bring Vee with you!
Psyfoam had turned away from Trunks and was now ignoring the young Super Saiyan. Trunks saw Reda's wink, shook his head, and gave up on it. Sighing, he dropped his meager hold on the transformation and fell to his knees as his purple hair fell in front of his face. Psyfoam's laugh filled his ears.
"So, you did come like I knew you would. Where's Vee? Or could he care less about his older nephew?"
Reda growled, a shining silver glow surrounding her defense transformation. "Vee is where he chooses to be, and I have no control over his choices, Psyfoam. You should know that by now, though, after all these years."
Trunks shook his head, but forced himself to watch. Vegeta struggled among some tight rubble where Psyfoam had thrown him earlier; the Prince of the Saiyans was just about as bloody as his son from the fight. And now that Reda was taking over the battle, Vegeta had relaxed just a bit; at least he had relaxed enough to recuperate from holding his SS3 transformation, just the same as Trunks.
Back to the battle between Reda and Psyfoam, which had started with Psyfoam's enraged attack. Reda blocked a hit, but it was a hard block. With Psyfoam's punch, Trunks could imagine the pain, but Reda kept it coming. She blocked every attack, even with her arms getting red. She needed to attack. She needed to attack whenever Psyfoam slipped in his defense, which should happen at any moment….
Lightning struck from the sky, hard, fast, and loud! Trunks covered his ears, but he smiled at the vision of a smoking Psyfoam. Reda smirked, too. Her so named Silver Lightning had to be her only effective physical attack, which was pretty pathetic for a super warrior. No offense to Reda, but she needed to either find a way better defense mode or find some impossible way to hurt the enemy with defense.
Psyfoam knew Reda was no good without Vee because of the need for attack. He also knew Reda's weakness. And as a result, the minute he healed from the lightning wounds, he was pounding Reda with all the anger of revenge in every single attack. And Trunks was more or less forced to watch it all, to watch Reda get brutally beaten by the worst nightmare of the Z-gang.
At the end of the beatings, Psyfoam was out of eyesight, but Reda lay on the ground before him in the worst condition he had ever imagined of the Saiyan body. She looked like an angel, beautiful even when she was two breaths away from death. Trunks would mourn her death; mourn it more for his loss than for hers, which was surprisingly selfish. But with Psyfoam returning to his eyesight, Trunks believed that since Reda was gone, Vee had disappeared, and Goku had left the life of a warrior...they were all doomed; the Earth and everyone on it was simply doomed to death by Psyfoam's own energy.
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Vee cried out for the last time that night; he would refer to the darkness as night because there seemed to be a lack of outside time here. He fell to the ground, still feeling the hot electricity running through his veins. He only thought he knew torture; this was worse, much worse. He hated electricity!
"I have had my fill of satisfaction now." Oh, good for you. "But that doesn't mean I'm finished punishing you for good." He could feel the hatred in her voice. Mikirubai, his old enemy, Vree's old enemy, was way worse than Psyfoam. No! No more electricity! Please, no, anything but that! Mikirubai laughed, but Vee still breathed hard in fear. "Fine then. I won't punish you anymore; you've broken for me, and that's all I wanted."
If she had said that but a few hours ago, Vee would've scoffed and denied it with one of his immature jokes. Not now, though. Now his immaturity was over, at least in front of those with more intelligence than he. Vee nearly broke down crying at his loss...nearly. It was a part of his personality that he had lost, and he would miss it, but he had to move on; he had to find out exactly what Mikirubai wanted.
Vee decided to speak, even with his face on the cool stone floor and his muscles still snapping with extra electricity. "What's next, Mikirubai?"
Surprisingly, she didn't laugh like he had expected, but took his question seriously. She pulled him up by the back of his jacket and put a cool arm around his shoulders, keeping him on his feet, but whether she did so by accident or on purpose he did not know. "Vee, I have part of my revenge complete." Only part? "Yes, only part, but your half is complete so do not be alarmed."
Vee breathed in relief. "Then does that mean I'm free to go?"
This time she did laugh as she began leading him towards a bright light. His legs began to work again and he could actually feel the crick in his neck. "Vee, I did not go to that disgusting planet Earth just to get revenge on you. I went to save Psyfoam."
Vee stopped walking altogether, but she moved her arm and continued walking toward the light. "Why would you want to save that bastard?"
Mikirubai stopped, her blood red cloak moving in the breeze from a hidden air vent above her. Her long black hair moved too, but she ignored it. Vee watched as she began to study her staff, running her finger through the ancient runes and the symbol of the Rah, a lost group of sorcerers. How Mikirubai had survived the destruction of all magic folk, Vee was still not sure. Not even Vree knew the answer to that one.
When Mikirubai spoke, her voice was full of memory and sadness. "I was once the highest of the Rah, greater than my teacher. I was prepared to be a hero of the universe, ready to submit to the plea of the Kais, to answer their call for a hero. But when I went to submit, I was told that I was too late and a greater being than I could ever become had been created. Psyfoam had been created.
"I learned where Psyfoam spent most of his time, and I visited him. We got to know each other, we even became closer than friends that night." Her voice cracked and a drop of water fell from her eye. "The next day he had disappeared, and when I learned that he had fallen to the horrors of Empty Space, I was heartbroken. He promised to be with me forever, and look at what he became!" Now she was angry. "I can't love something like that! But…" Her voice turned soft again. "It's not entirely his fault. I know the real Psyfoam is still there, somewhere underneath all that evil.
"Do you see what I'm asking you, Vee? Help me save your worst nightmare from his insanity. Help me save Psyfoam."
Vee stared, his eyes just huge in shock. When Mikirubai turned to face him, Vee cringed at the sudden mental picture in his brain. "You had sex with Psyfoam?"
Mikirubai rolled her eyes. "Yes, before he was consumed with emptiness. I know it's hard to believe, but he was not always evil and ugly, Vee; will you help me save him?"
Vee blinked hard. Talk about a hard decision.
"I know this is difficult, but I can promise to give you something in return." Vee looked up at her, following her every movement as she sat down in her throne. A lifeless figure walked aimlessly around the area, tidying up every little mess in the room, and Vee shuddered when he recognized that figure as the stupid idiot he had killed when he had finally managed escape; that was freaky, seeing a dead person walking around like that. "Vee, from what I've learned about you, your ultimate goal in life is to be better than your rival, Reda."
Vee snapped back to Mikirubai, ignoring the living-dead guy. "Yeah, so?"
The sorceress thrummed her blood-red fingernails against her staff, and the symbol on her forehead began to glow. Vee took a wary step backwards; his memories told him that glowing symbol meant she was embracing her magic. "I can teach you the magic of the Rah, but you have to choose which kind of magic you wish to learn. Dark magic is used for attack, while white magic is used for defense and healing. Either one will make you greater than your rival, but a special one will grant more power than your heart's desire."
Vee blinked, "Sure, I'll learn magic. How about dark…no…" Vee stopped himself, actually thinking through his decision first. "Reda's slowly learning how to attack, but I've learned nothing in defense. What good would more attack do if I can't touch her?" Mikirubai grinned. "I wish to learn defense, speed, and healing so I can beat Reda at her own game. Teach me white magic, Rah Mikirubai!"
The immortal sorceress smirked, her eyes glinting with the evilness of a cruel plan, but Vee did not see. "So be it."
Once he learns the way of the Rah, I will not have to worry about Psyfoam dying by Vree's hand because Vee and Reda will no longer be equal. I will save you, Psyfoam. My love will return to me.
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Vegeta: The time has come for me to save a low-class baka warrior. As much as I hate to admit that she is more important than me, it is true, because only Vree can defeat Psyfoam. Psyfoam, prepare to battle the Prince of the Saiyans!
