Siarra barely managed to hold back a scream, leaving a small squeak in her throat. She wished more than anything that what she had just seen was some sick nightmare; something she'd forget in a few hours after waking up.
The rest of the Z senshi's mouths hung open in a mixture of horror and shock.
Brutiliabegan to laugh, long hidieous peels of laughter.
He let Eli drop to the ground lifelessly. Her body made a sickening 'thud' that couldn't be explained with all the words in all the languages known to her friends.
Still laughing, although not quite as intensely, Brutilia knudged Eli with the toe of his shoes. He flicked the knife away and put it in his pocket.
"Come on. We have to go now." Brutilia said to Kira, Icer, and Frost. He said it so calmly, like nothing had just happened. Like he hadn't just beaten a fifteen-year-old to within an inch of her life. Like he hadn't just slit her throat. Like she wasn't laying at his feet, dying.
All four of them calmly flew away.
Trunks was the first to break his ki bonds. He ran to Eli, falling at her side when he reached her. He gingerlyturned her over, and felt tears fill his eyes.
"Oh kami! Oh sweet good Kami!" Trunks thought. "I can see her whole fucking throat! I'm looking at her fucking windpipe! Oh Kami!"
One by one the Z warriors were breaking their bonds as well.
Trunks whipped the shirt off his back and wrapped it around her throat, in an effort to stop the bleeding. Within seconds it was drenched in her violet blood. Precious, life-giving, violet gold was slowly soaking into a T-shirt and forming a pool on the floor.
Siarra and Goten were the next ones at Eli's unconcious form. Siarra took one look at Eli's bruised, broken, and bleeding form and she felt the scream building again.She clenched one hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened to where they were as big as plates. Goten blanched, his mouth hung slightly open, and he fell to his knees next to Trunks. He didn't even notice he hadkneeled in the puddle of blood.
Goku was the next to rush over next, nearly throwing Trunks and Goten to the side so that he could reach Eli. In one smooth motion he had Eli cradled gently in his arms. With two fingers two his forehead he instant transmitted himself to The Lookout.
Goku reached The Lookout in record time, even for instant transmission. Eli was losing massive amounts of blood and would soon go into shock if something was not done quickly. Besides, the quicker this was taken care of, the faster he and his friends could hunt down Brutilia.
"Dende! Dende I need you fast! Hurry!"Goku yelled feverishly. Dende slowly approached Goku, looking remorseful.
"I can't help her." Dende said hopelessly.
"What!" Goku nearly screamed. "Why the hell not!"
"Over the past two years, someone from her family brought her to me in secret. Shealways had some kind ofinjury.The overuse of my powers on her made herimmune tothem." Dende explained.
Goku felt his eyes begin to bulge out of his head; "She had to be healed that many times?" He nearly screamed.
"I just thought she'd been training hard!" Dende exclaimed, his face contorting in regret and guilt.
It was at this point that Goku again became aware of the being in his arms. She coughed,twitched, and shuddered, blood flowing out of her mouth. He thought of another method. "This isn't your fault Dende." were his words before he instant transmitted to the place just below The Lookout
"Goku, she's immune to senzu." Korin said sorrowfully. He opened his mouth to explain more, but Goku didn't stick around to listen. He had a good idea what had happened after Dende's powers no longer worked. One last chance.
Bulma gasped. Not only had Goku suddenly appeared out of nowhere mere inches from her face, but he was also carrying a bleeding mess.
"You have to help her. You're her last chance." Goku said gravely.
Bulma reached over and punched the button labeled ''EMERGENCY'. Within seconds she had a strecher, a team of medical robots, and a surgens kit wheeling by her.Goku gently set Eli down on the gurney, noting that she was unconscious. Bulma and her team took off.
For the rest of the time Goku sat alone in that waiting room, he stared at his shirt. He stared at the drying violet splotches on his bright orange gi.
As Bulma and her medical team rolled into her emergency room, she began to assess Eli's wounds.She carefully reached around and tugged the shir, which was now heavy and soaking with blood,away from her neck. She gasped and reeled back. Eli's throat had been slit deep enough to where it was possible to see the wind pipe, and even the windpipe had been cut open. Swallowing her courage and tears, she began to work on helping her to breathe again.