(A/N: Ahem. Again, sorry this took forever to come out, but now that I've got an outline and I know exactly where I'm going, it shouldn't take too long to write out now. Oh, and, for another excuse, I'm writing an original story about Reda's non-DBZ adventure, like where she really came from. Uh, yeah, so, I've come to enjoy excuses…)
Amy: Yay! The next chapter is up! I take forever sometimes, I know…
Rika: lol Go Kitai:/ My computer doesn't like your name Kitai…DESTORY MY STUPID COMPUTER! And then you can buy me a new expensive one.
Lionpire: Here's the "more." I can't let you run out of air, now can I? That would be horrible.
Maybe we're just trying too
hard,
When really it's closer than it is
too far…
Cause I'm in too deep
And I'm trying to keep
Up above in my head
Instead of going under
Instead of going under
Instead of going under again…
Chapter 8: In Too Deep
The wind rushed through the trees, blowing against three wanderers on the beaten path. Bardock let his brown cloak wave behind him against the wind. Something caught his attention in the wind, the smell of ash and fire and of pure evil. He knew exactly who that smell belonged to because of his experience in Psyfoam's prisons.
He turned back to his two companions, nodded at the all-too-obvious question in Dresco's eyes. "Psyfoam's on his way here at this very moment. This is the impossible happenstance that we trained for, Kerchak, Dresco. Don't let me down now after all of our adventures on this planet."
Dresco nodded his head, his blond hair bouncing against his blue face, and then the odd fairy-like creature stole off the road quickly, hiding in the deep murky shadows off to the left. Kerchak commenced in a quick bow, his gold eyes gleaming dangerously as he sped off into the forest on the right side of the road. After his companions were situated, Bardock began walking forward down the dirt road, keeping his view ahead.
Psyfoam appeared in the distance, but Bardock kept on walking. The wind tugged at his cloak roughly, but he pushed on forward. Psyfoam's features became clearly distinguishable as the two closed the distance between them, but Bardock continued on his inevitable death march. He only halted when he could clearly see the rainbow effect in Psyfoam's strange eyes, and by that time the demon was but a few pages away.
"So, why did you retreat from the obvious fight with my son?" Bardock taunted, trying to insult the disgusting monster.
Psyfoam sneered, "Nice try, but I didn't retreat. My influence is hidden in little Pan's new form. She can't fight the temptation and power of the Black Saiya-jin transformation, so she'll keep those idiots busy for me for a while. I am much more interested in learning if you improved at all."
Bardock took a step forward, scowling, "You're too overconfident, Psyfoam! Just because a Saiyan has not transformed does not mean he or she is weak. Your lessons fall flat, but I promise that my lesson to you will remain engraved in your brain forever!"
Psyfoam smirked, "You talk big before the first punch is ever thrown, just like any other stupid Saiyan!"
And that was how the fight began.
Both Psyfoam and Bardock pounded out with their right fists, and both hit their mark. Simultaneously, the two flipped backwards. As soon as his feet touched ground Bardock drove his fist forward and charged again. But as expected, Psyfoam faded away from vision only to fade in on the Saiyan's right side and punch out.
Bardock felt himself fly through the air and ram into a hard oak tree. Blessing his luck at not crashing through the entire forest, he jumped forward again, his eyesight centered on the dark colors surrounding Psyfoam: the black cloak that waved without the wind, and the darkness in his multi-colored eyes. Even Psyfoam's aura was blacker than night itself!
He gulped once, knowing full well he was only buying time for his son and daughter, and all their friends who needed every second to regrouped and recuperate. He was just a distraction, which was all right with him since he had planned to distract. Every second that Reda needed to find Vee and fuse, Bardock would help supply.
With a yell he charged forward once more, flinging his right fist out to aim at Psyfoam's jaw. He expected to miss; he expected to be flung into the air or at least knocked off his feet in pain. What he didn't expect was for Dresco and Kerchak to come out of hiding and step in as a distraction. While the two friends plunged on top of Psyfoam, barraging the beast with surprise attacks from every angle, Bardock completed his charge.
The old Saiyan blinked as he watched Psyfoam bounce on the ground and flip over so that his face was in the dirt road. Kerchak and Dresco took the opportunity presented to them and jumped on Psyfoam's back, one foot each on the evil bastard's head, pushing his face even further into the dirt.
"It would appear that my allies always stay by my side through thick and through thin, Psyfoam, which is something you certainly can't say." Bardock felt the smirk slowly form on his face, feeling the sweat drip from his hair to his cheek as his facial features changed.
In a snap Psyfoam was on his feet, kicking the fairy-like Dresco and the yellow-eyed Kerchak to the ground. "Things are not always what they appear to be, something you Saiyan's need to learn desperately."
And with a simple wave of his cloak Psyfoam forced the two closest friends Bardock had to fly through the air. The evil being reached out two hands and slaughtered Dresco and Kerchak in one giant energy wave. One simple save of that thing…I just now may be understanding why he wears that black cloak. It's not only a work of darkness, it's a work of evil. Darkness and evil are almost the same, but not quite. Still, Psyfoam does keep proving me wrong.
Bardock grabbed his own dusty cloak and then let it go, letting it fall off of his body. He clenched his fists as his feet spread into an attack position. The growl on his face remained hard. He was really getting sick of fighting this demonic being.
"Psyfoam, why can't you just die and let us be?" His question was supposed to be low enough to where Psyfoam shouldn't pick it up, but the bastard did anyway.
And he laughed while he answered. "Three reasons, Bardock," Psyfoam said as he clenched his right fist and lowered his eyebrows to look serious. "One…" A large fist hit Bardock in the gut hard, making him fall to his knees as he panted for breath. "I'm already dead. Two…" A big ugly knee knocked into his chin, making his tongue bleed as his teeth clamped together harshly and his head jerked back, popping his neck. "I'm out for revenge. Three…"
Bardock saw a great flash of blood and then darkness consumed him as he fell through an emptiness, feeling the mental rush that the soul feels after leaving the body.
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Psyfoam: This is way too much fun.
