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Can't count all the eyes that stare
can't count all the things they see
she kills with no life to spare
just victims are left to bleed
one drink and the pain goes down
soft shadows lay by her feet
lay soft as you slowly drown
lay still as you fall asleep
(fall asleep)
Chapter 7: Too Much Violence
The wind blew her hair back as she looked out at the smoke cloud forming above the city. Reda was over there, getting destroyed by Psyfoam. She knew it, even if she could barely sense it; she knew that Reda was in trouble.
Goten stood beside her, his worry plain and clear. He was scared. She was scared, and they were both scared for the same basic reason. Psyfoam had returned. Gohan was dead. Neither one of them was sure if Goku was ready or willing to fight. Reda was failing. Vee had disappeared. Hope seemed lost. Psyfoam was in control this time, and their numbers continued to dwindle.
She knew the risk of meeting Psyfoam head-on right now. She knew the risk that lay before her, but because of the blood that ran through her veins she was ready to face her fears. She was prepared to fight, even though she knew that transforming to the Super Saiyan stage was now beyond her. Psyfoam had stolen that ability from her, taken it as soon as she felt the first exhilaration of the wonderful transformation. Never again, though, never again.
"Pan, we have to go now. You were right. Even if Psyfoam kills us and even if he destroys Earth, we'll still send our message; it's the message that counts in a weird sort of way." Goten took a deep breath, his hair waving in the wind that brushed against both of their faces.
She nodded, cringing at another explosion from the city. They were really fighting now. "Yeah, let's go."
And with that last word, she took control of her energy, forced it beneath her, and flew up into the air; Goten followed quickly. The wind rustled through the grass below, making that weird whooshing noise as the two Saiyan hybrids flew off toward West City. The wind played with her hair, making Pan wish she hadn't left her bandana behind; it did come in handy more often than she could count. The black streaks brushed against her face, messing with her vision as she tried to focus on the buildings up ahead. She could feel Psyfoam's power growing as each second took her closer to the impending doom that came with fighting Psyfoam. And then she felt Goku's power near. They weren't going to be alone in this fight after all; they weren't going to die alone.
After what seemed too short a time, the buildings of West City were below them; the smoke cloud had disappeared into the atmosphere, but it was quite easy to see where Psyfoam was just by following the destruction.
The people of West City had all escaped by now, but a few stragglers remained. Pan watched as the stragglers finally decided it was time to leave. Running wouldn't help any of them; this was Psyfoam they were talking about, a very angry Psyfoam if he had returned to commence in revenge. Grandpa Goku was going to have trouble, and that fact alone was enough to make her shiver.
"Pan, we should land now before Psyfoam notices that we're close. It may not have any affect, but if we sneak in on him we just might have a chance at causing some damage to that lunatic." Goten's voice was full of worry; he was frightened; he remembered Psyfoam just like it was yesterday.
She remembered Psyfoam just like it was yesterday. She remembered losing her Super Saiyan powers because of that bastard. She wanted revenge on that creature. Revenge was her only reason for truly wanting to fight Psyfoam. She craved to have that power again, but she never would. That monster had stolen her power right out from under her feet just when she was learning how far she could take her power.
She landed on the street behind a fallen building with Goten falling in next to her. She looked around the corner and held back a gasp at the sight. Reda was on the ground in the distance, either dead or unconscious. Pan hoped it was the latter. Reda did not need to die any time soon. Trunks was kneeling beside her in a protecting posture, but his blue-eyed gaze seemed to be completely focused on the battle even farther into the distance.
An explosion erupted, the tower of a one-time great city mall fell to the ground, and then Psyfoam crashed into her sights. He looked exactly the same, the same old evil monster. His black cloak was still when it should be moving and it was moving when it should be still. Pan liked the color black, but not when Psyfoam wore it, especially not when Psyfoam wore it.
"Vegeta!" The monster hollered, a spot of blood trickling from his mouth.
Soon after Vegeta came into view in all his SS3 glory. Pan blinked at the smirk on Vegeta's face, and then blinked again at the blood still falling down Psyfoam's chin. Vegeta injured Psyfoam! But how? That got her thinking. What if Psyfoam wasn't as strong dead as he was alive? That would be good. No, if the impossible were true, it would be great.
Suddenly, Vegeta's smirk was erased and he turned quickly to look to his left, Pan's right. Psyfoam had a similar reaction. The monster's heated eyes moved to his right, but a laughing smirk filled his face. Goten's hand touched her shoulder. "It's my dad," he explained.
Pan's own view soon consisted of Goku in his Special Saiyan form when she turned to look toward her right. Goku stood among the rubble, his gaze hard, yet full of sorrow. The gold, silver, and bronze just pulsed off his body; he was a Special Saiyan and he was at full power. Pan felt her smirk form on her face. With Psyfoam at condensed power and Goku at full, they had a definite chance to win this. So, why was Psyfoam the one grinning and Vegeta the one frowning? It should be the other way around.
"It's nice to finally see you again, Goku. Now if you'll just stand there, I'll be with you in a moment." Psyfoam said, moving his gaze back to Vegeta and completely ignoring Goku.
Pan expected her grandfather to suddenly attack Psyfoam from out of nowhere, sending that monster straight back to hell. Or at least he could have yelled something defiant back at those commanding words. But Goku did neither. Instead the Special Saiyan hero nodded his head, and leaned against the sidewall of one of the few buildings still standing, keeping his form steady and constant.
Pan felt her eyes pop out of her head, felt her mouth spring wide open. "What the hell is he doing?" Pan whispered into the silence that came before Psyfoam and Vegeta began fighting again.
She turned to Goten who slumped up against his own wall and slid down, putting his arms on his knees. "Dad's prolonging the inevitable as long as he can, or maybe he's hoping against hope Vee will show up and Reda'll wake up and fuse like they did last time. We all know Vree's the only one who can defeat Psyfoam."
Pan lowered her eyebrows, suddenly angry. "Coward," she muttered.
Goten heard her. "What?" His voice was shaky, confused.
Pan felt like spitting or throwing up, but the words came out by themselves. "I said you're a coward, and so is Grandpa Goku. Trunks is frightened to death, using Reda's fall as an excuse not to fight. Even Vegeta has fear in his eyes! You're all cowards!" She squared her shoulders and jumped out of hiding into the clearing, gathering her energy all around her. "Psyfoam! How about fighting me? I'm no coward!"
The world around her seemed to freeze. Trunks looked up in shock. Vegeta puffed out of his SS3 form at the sight of Pan. Goten blinked once, twice, three times in pure dumb confusion. Goku called her name, trying to get her to back out of the fight like they had all done. Psyfoam stared at her with cold hatred, his eyes an icy blue. I will not back out of this, even though all the other great warriors I know are true cowards at heart! I'll show them all.
It took a while to notice her anger, her rage, her pissed off look, but the blood leaking from her clenched fists showed her how pissed off she was. Recognizing the anger as a way to boost her power, Pan took the rage and embraced it, sucked it all in. And then it happened.
Pan felt more anger than ever before, more rage than she knew existed, more power than she thought possible. She was pissed off, and she had the power to take it out on someone, whoever she saw first. Her eyes searched and she found Reda and Trunks. One comparison at their power was all it took for her to know she needed a boost.
The power came-it was there-but she had to dig deep to find it. And to dig deep she needed to let her screams of rage loose on the world. She heard buildings collapsing, innocent people in the distance crying out, a whoosh of air rushing by her ears, and still she continued to push through to the deep hidden power.
When it was over, Pan felt more alive than she ever had before. Forgetting that she had revenge to let loose on Psyfoam, Pan took to the air to follow after the hovering power levels of Trunks and the dozing Reda. She looked for her prey, jealousy suddenly finding its way into her confused emotions.
Her eyes found Goku, who looked seriously confused now, his Special Saiyan form having left him. Vegeta met her eyes and then suddenly seemed to jump. "Kakarot, get your sister out of here. Hide that bitch or something, but unless you want her dead in her sleep you'd better find some place to keep her safe!"
Goku blinked, turning to his friend, "Why, Vegeta?"
The one time Prince of the Saiyans pointed a finger accusingly at Pan. "I've seen this form before, somewhere. It's not the Super Saiyan form, but Black Saiyajin, a form reached by releasing all anger and rage at once. Pan must have been pissed at something, and now that she's in the jealousy stage, she'll try to kill off every female she sees. You worry about violence sometimes, Kakarot. Well, now that you've got violence looking you in the face what're you going to do about it?"
Pan just let the smirk come. "If you stand in my way, you'll both be dead before you hit the ground."
Below, the remains of West City were reduced to almost nothing, and Psyfoam was nowhere to be seen.
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Bardock: Something weird is going on here. I could almost swear that Psyfoam is about to come into view. Holy shit!
