Ah ha another chapter…ha ha ah ha…well this will be longer promise.
So I own nothing if I did I would be a millionaire lounging by my waterfall/pool in front of my mansion watching anime movies I had made about my favorite couples on my big screen portable TV sipping on imported smoothies. (takes deep breath).
So now that reality just bit me in the keester (that is another word for bottom get you minds out of the gutter -) lets get on with it.
Sorry about the last chapter I put the wrong file up in chapter manager. But it has been fixed, as you probably all ready know.
Okay I am so mad my stupid dividers didn't show up ugggg now chapter five look looks like a run on sentence…wait I just read my entire story and in all the chapters the dividers did not show up ahhhhhhhhhh (I am so mad right now . ) So I am so sorry for that I know how hard it is to read a story when I keeps bouncing every were and your like "what the heck, weren't we just reading about 'what's his name' and now its talking about 'what's her face'!". Sorry I will have a divider that works…I hope.
On with the story….again.
"well that hurt!" Said Yamcha as he came to. It was then that he felt something hit his side…hard and the pain in his head was forgotten.
"OWWWIEE" He screamed. Then glanced to his right and caught a eyeful of purple and…green.
"will you get up!" Cried and an angry Piccolo.
"ow ya know that hurts…there are easier ways to wake a guy up ya know." Said a miffed Yamcha as he rubbed his aching side.
Piccolo grunted and crossed his arms over his chest.
Yamcha sighed and got to his feet. He began to dust himself off while idly looking around him. His hands, which were brushing off his pants, began to slow as he took in his surrounding.
'why am I not surprised' he thought frightened. The chillingly scary forest around him was almost typical. When evil beings come to destroy the world every thing becomes hard and scary, thought's were two things that never change.
"what did you expect Yamcha, sunshine and daisies!" He whispered to himself.
"what?" Questioned the angered Namek.
"no…nothing" He stuttered slightly his hand behind his head.
'great the last thing I need is an angry Piccolo…wait were are the other's ?' He thought to himself as his head moved from side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of one of his friends. But to his disappointment and fear, no one was there only the disgruntled Namek in front of him.
Piccolo was in deep thought everything was getting confusing, and he did NOT like confusion.
'everything is chaotic, none of this makes any since. Who could do this? And what are they planning?…I should not have overlooked that foreboding feeling I have been having…grrr' he thought angrily.
"pi…picolow?…uhh…pic…piccolo?" said Yamcha as he waved a tentative hand in front of his stoic face. This brought him out of his thoughts.
"what?" He grunted. Causing Yamcha to jump back a few feet in shock.
"uhh…he he ehhh…well just…just wondering what we do now?…umm and if you can fly or well anything…I …I umm cant hehe" he confessed nervously. Piccolo rolled his eyes and began walking away. Yamcha jumped and caught up to him, falling in stride with is foot steps.
"sooo…do you still have your powers?" He questioned again.
"I'm walking aren't I?" Piccolo stated his eyes never diverting from the path in front of him. Yamcha fought the erg to smack his forehead at his stupidity and just kept walking.
Both didn't realize they were walking in the same direction as the other's, unconsciously following a hidden force.
'why is everything so dark…and why is my entire body aching…ugggg' thought goku.
"…dy…da….ddy…daddy…can you hear me?" came the concerned voice of his son. The darkness he was swimming through began to fade and his vision began to return.
"daddy are you okay…please be okay…come on get up" Cried Gohan as tears began to pool in his eyes.
"Gohan…uggg…hey I'm okay little guy." said Goku a he sat up and ruffled the little boys hair. Gohan smiled brightly and latched on to his father in a strong hug.
"whoa, hey I'm okay Gohan no need to worry" said Goku in a soothing voice.
"you…don't un…understand…I've been trying to wake you up for a long time…and I…and I …thought I lost…you just…just like mommy whaaaaaaaaaaa." cried Gohan as he burst into tears.
"oh Gohan we haven't lost your mother we are going to get her back alright, I promise." stated Goku as his grip on his son tightened in reassurance.
Gohan sniffed a few times and nodded his head.
"okay then now I think we should get going, you gonna be okay?" asked Goku brushing Gohans bangs away from his eyes. Gohan nodded again and gave him a watery smile.
"good lets get going…apparently we need to find the others to." He said in realization that they were all alone. They stood up a brushed the dirt from there clothes and looked around them.
"wow this is a scary place dad." said Gohan as he looked around him.
"ya…" Goku trailed off and he looked around him in awe. Yup it was scary alright in a demented sort of way.
"Well come on we had better get going…" Goku was interrupted by the startled cry of his son.
"DAD…I cant fly…ahhh or do anything." Gohan screamed as he began to jump around in panic.
Goku's eyes widened as he tried to fly…nope…shoot a blast…wrong again. He sighed dejectedly.
'who could be strong enough to block our powers…chi I hope your alright.' he thought to himself. Goku's concentration was broken by a jolt in his head. It felt like…something was pulling his very being in one direction. He looked to his left and stared at the darkness of the forest. Then the jolt hit him again. He wenst, it was so strong. Then whispers ran through his mind. He couldn't understand them, they were to silent. Some were hissing, others were soft, and some were just…dark. The wind began to howl carrying soft whispers. Calling him.
A soft hand clasped his own startling him. He quickly looked to his right. There Gohan stood staring in the same direction he had been.
"we need to go that way…" The child said quietly.
With though simple words Goku new he could hear them to. His hand gently clasped the Childs and together the began to walk in to the darkness of the path before them.
The wind hissed by them.
"Vegeeeeeettttttaaaaaaaaa pleeeeaaaasssseeeee!" whined Bulma.
"NO" said Vegeta as his left eyebrow twitched.
"please please please please please plea…"
"WILL YOU STOP THAT!"
"I WILL IF YOU CARRY ME!"
"WE HAVE ONLY BEEN WALKING FOR FIVE MINUTS!"
"WELL I AM A DELICUTE WOMAN AND…HEY YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS CALLING ME WEAK soooo you should carry your weak mate!" she finished cheerily.
Vegeta just stared at her…brow twitching.
She smirked.
"well if I am so weak you had better help me."
Twitch…
"I am proving you right you should be happy!"
Twitch twitch…
"well if you don't carry me that mean you can never call me weak again!" she stated triumphantly.
Twitch twitch…grrrrrrr.
With a growl he turned his back to her.
And she stared at him.
"well what are you waiting for!" he stated irritated. She blinked a few times than broke out into a huge grin. She than ran and jumped on his back, wrapping her legs around his middle and her arms around his neck. He grabbed both her legs and began to walk again.
She sighed and buried her face into the crook of his neck.
A smile appeared on Vegeta's face.
Sometime latter…
Slowly Bulmas eyes began to flutter open and her surrounding began to register. She was moving…but her legs where not…huh?
Than she saw black flam like hair in front of her face.
Oh right.
"hey Vegeta." she said slowly, still sleepy.
"its about time you woke up." he curtly replied.
"How long was I out?" She said ignoring his comment.
"about an hour."
Her eyes widened a little.
"why did you let me sleep?" she asked in curiosity.
He responded with a grunt.
She smiled again. Suddenly the wind started to blow hard. Bulma closed her eyes from the force. Her hair was wiping about he wildly. Vegeta stopped and put her down, quickly covering her with his body. But this wind did not sound like the normal whistling of wind, vegeta noted.
I sounded like…screaming. It sounded like many voices screaming. But it was faint like it was hiding in the winds currant.
Leaves and sticks were brought up and whipped at them repeatedly. The trees around them howled and rocked back and forth. The fog flew around them in wild torment.
Slowly the wind died down until everything was completely still.
Vegeta opened his eyes warily only to find every thing black. Shock riveted through his system than fear. He quickly looked down only to see a mass of silken blue. He resisted the urge to sigh out loud. He brought Bulmas head up only to see her eyes were still squinted tightly together and she was shaking. As he studied her he noticed cuts and scrapes lined her body and now that he noticed, he looked no better.
Slowly he began to shake her and whisper her name. Her eyes opened and she stared at him wide eyed. Without another word she through her self into his arms crying. He was caught by surprise but than put his arms around her and held her close. Letting her cry into his chest.
After a few minutes she brought her head up and looked at him.
"are you all right?"
"ya…ya I fine just a little shaken is all." she said quivering slightly.
"wh…why is everything so dark?"
"I don't know." he answered. He was angry. He had no idea what was going on or who was behind this or even how he was going to beat it without his power. He felt something deep inside him growing. It was something he hadn't felt in years. Not since his imprisonment to Freeza. He was beginning to feel…
Hopeless.
He has always had control. Control over his feelings. Control over himself. And always some semblance of control over his life. Evan in the clutches of Freeza, if only a little. But back there with that horrid wind he almost lost her. He couldn't hold on. He tried with all his might but it was'ent enough. If the wind had stopped a second latter…he would have lost her
He held her tighter.
A bright light appeared in front of them. It became larger and larger until it engulfed them.
"open…open…eyes…your eyes…open". A soft voice chanted in his ears. If was soft as silk and quiet…so quiet. He heeded the voice and opened his eyes. He became aware that Bulma was still in his arms. He shooked her a bit causing her to open her eyes.
"wha…?" she Questioned in confusion. Vegeta did not answer her, merely looked around. With widened eyes he realized were they were.
Bulma seeing his expression looked in the direction he was staring in. she gasped.
They were not in the dank forest any more. They were in front of a large castle. The sun was out and lush green grass tickled there legs. Villagers passed them by without a word, like they could not see them.
Vegeta stood up and waved his hand in front of a woman's face as she talked to what looked like a baker in front of his shop.
Nothing happened.
"they cant see us can they?" Bulma asked as she to stood up.
"No they cant…what is going on?" he questioned to no one in particular.
Bulma sighed and looked around. It was beautiful here. So peace full and placid.
"I know your not going to believe what I saw today. There was this disgusting little urchin in the forest." said the woman to the baker.
"your kidding?" he questioned.
"no the thing was dirty and ugh… disgusting."
"hahahah must be another one of those run away."
"I know. I mean my word how hard is it to take a bath! It kept looking at me with no expression on its face like it was waiting for something. I had to start throwing rocks at it for it to scamper away. I swear the scum of poverty is every were, anyway Rowen I better get going have a good day." the woman ended cheerfully and she moved on.
"that's disgusting. How could she just shove someone off like that. What is this about, WHAT IS GOING ON?" Bulma cried her temper getting the better of her.
"Dude James man did you hear? Burt found that freak in the woods. Him and the gang are already there come on we got to hurry or we will miss the fun!" Said a blond boy in punk clothing to another boy with brown hair and multiple piercing. They both quickly ran in to the forest.
Bulmas mouth was wide open in shock.
'HOW DARE THEY!' Her mind screamed.
"Vegeta! Get your butt in gear we are gonna go kick some teenage butt!" she screamed out as she quickly stomped after the retreating boys.
Vegeta sighed then smirked. She was almost as bad as him.
He ran after her.
"Stupid…lousy…kids…brain-dead all of them!" he heard her grumble as he caught up to her.
"Hahahahaha kick it dude!"
Bulma look at Vegeta for a seconded then growled and ran off after the voice.
Shrubs and branches bit at her skin but she kept on going. Finally she broke through a some tangled roots only to trip over them and land on her butt. She looked up and saw she was in a very small clearing. About six punked out teenagers surrounded something that she could not see.
"Hahahah awwwww look at the little monster no one wants you no one cares, well except this branch…here kiss the good BRANCH!" one of the boys laughed as he swung the branch down.
Bulma stood in shock as the branch made a sickening THUD as it hit flesh. Her shock became absolute anger at the thought of these morons torturing a poor little animal. So with fierce determination she walked up to the boys. She began to swing, smacking, punching, clawing, and anything ells you could think of.
But none of it worked. To her shock she passed right through them! They couldn't hear or feel her at all.
She looked between the boys without realizing it. Her eyes opened in astonishment. Her mouth hung open in shock and revulsion. She began to stumble backward until a loose branch tripped her forcing her to land on her already sore rump, she never felt it.
Vegeta broke into the clearing without much effort. The first thing he noticed was his mate shaking on the forest floor. He quickly moved to her side and tried to get her attention. But her face was contorted into shock and horror. Her eyes were brimmed with tears that were slowly slipping down her face. He looked in the direction her eyes were fixed on hoping to understand what was happening.
He saw a bunch of human idiots crowded around something. Nothing was worth his mates anguished face so he continued to stair. Suddenly two of the boys parted and moved away leaving to find more rocks or branches. That's when Vegeta saw it. His eyes widened slightly.
There laying in the middle of the circled boys was a little girl. She was lying on her side facing them, she couldn't be older than four or five. Her cold dead black eyes stared into Vegetas unblinkingly. Her short black hair was matted and caked with mud and grim. Blood was everywhere. blood leaked its way down her head in rivers. It escaped her lips and dripped down her chin. Her torn and raggedy clothes where drenched in the thick crimson. He stared at her. His stomach churning slowly. He was a murder yes but he never gave such sick attention to kids. If they needed to be killed he killed them, but not this, never this.
He mind then registered that she was staring right at them, right into his eyes. How? he didn't think anyone could see them.
The boys continued to kick her and sneer at her. But her gaze never wavered. Suddenly tears welled in her eyes and slipped down her face in silent rivers. Weakly she pulled her tiny arm up at stretched it out to them. Her tears became raking sobs as her eyes pleaded with them.
Beside him he could here Bulma hysterically sobbing. She reached out her hand to the little girl from were she was, her sobs became harder.
Vegeta just stared.
Than everything went black. Bulma latched onto Vegeta in fear and comfort. The darkness surrounded them. But they could still hear it. Still hear the little girl crying and screaming. Vegeta could still see her reaching for them, reaching for anything that could save her from the pain. It replayed over and over in his head. He shut his eyes tightly and held onto Bulma to sooth her.
Then he felt it. The hard rocky floor of the forest. Slowly he opened his eyes and almost grimly he realized they were back. The eerie forest and churning fog were back.
'What was that?' his mind questioned. He narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth.
He had had enough of this. He pulled the sobbing Bulma in to his arms and began to walk again.
What ever was pulling at them better have the answers he wanted or something was going to die.
Yamcha let out a huge yawn and rubbed his head. They had been walking forever!
He turned his head to look at Piccalo. He sighed, he was a stoic as ever. His face was curled up into a never ending scowl and his arms were crossed in front of his chest.
He was so imposing.
Yamcha took quick glances at him. He crossed his arms in the same manner. Then he took some sparse looks at the Namecs face. He tried to copy it as best he could. When he was satisfied he stayed that way. He looked at rock and tree with a steely glare pretending they were enemies. In his minds eye they all ran away screaming. He fought the laugh that threatened to escape.
"what are you doing?" Questioned a hard and gruff voice beside him.
He jumped and let out a startled yelp. He began to laugh nervously a sweat drop on his head.
"we..well I was…uhhh I was just…" his staggering voice was cut off when his foot was pulled from under him.
"Hey no need to get Physical Piccolo!" cried Yamcha from the forest floor. As he looked up he noticed Piccolo was looking around him franticly. Yamchas brow furrowed in questioned but before he could question him something wrapped around his neck and harshly pulled in across the forest floor. Branches and roots cut at him as he passed. He was struggling to get what ever it was off of his neck.
'what the…what was that grrrrr I can fell a foreboding presence but its everywhere,' Piccolo's mind questioned. He barly noticed when Yamcha fell. He spared a quick glance at his fallen comrade only to see him being dragged along the ground.
Piccolo quickly began to run after them. Yamcha was desperately clawing at the thing around his neck. Choked words and screams escape his mouth as he tried to breath.
Suddenly the rope…thing… let go and slinked back into the forest underbrush.
Yamcha stayed on the forest floor coughing and gasping in air.
"WHA…WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!" He cried in fright.
Piccolo stared after the thing in question then offered his hand to Yamcha. He gladly took it and stood up a little shakily, rubbing his raw throat.
Suddenly a loud cracking noise echoed around them. They looked each other in the eyes than looked up. They quickly jumped back to avoid the incredibly large branch that nearly squished them. They both stared at the branch for a seconded then at each other again. Piccolo broke the eye contact first. He had no idea what to tell him, he was just as clueless. He stood up and looked around.
"PICCOLO LOOK OUT!" He heard Yamcha scream before a searing pain erupted on his back. The force of the blow hurled him over Yamcha and into a tree. Once he regained his eye sight he looked at his attacker and his eyes widened.
The tree branch slowly recoiled back into it proper place then thundered forward and prepared to hammer down on the wide eyed Yamcha.
"MOVE IDIOT!" Piccolo cried.
Yamcha quickly rolled to his left just missing the huge branch as hit the ground were he was. It pulled back and prepared another strike, but Yamcha was ready for it. But before he could doge something wrapped around his legs. He looked down and saw dead vines wrapping around his legs. He looked up just in time to throw himself on the ground before the branch could take off his head. Then he felt his legs being pulled into the air. He clawed at the ground desperately as he cried for help. But it was for nothing, he was lifted about fifty feet into the air.
He dangled helplessly as the vines crawled around the rest of his body. He was pulling at then relentlessly until they wrapped around his arms and sealed them to his chest. He cries became muffled as the wrapped them selves around his mouth and nose. Slowly his horror filled eyes were covered. The vines them began to constrict painfully. Squeezing his body until his bones threatened to shatter.
Piccolo watched in terror as yamcha was covered. His muffled frantic cries were all he could make out of his friend.
He staggered to his feet fighting the pain in his back, but before he could take a step toward his panicking friend he was hit again by a branch. It knocked him skidding across the ground. Forcing rocks and dirt to fly around him. He lay there a second to regain the breath he lost from that last attack. Then as he tried to stand when the grass beside him shot up into the air then came crashing down around him wrapping him up and securing him to the ground. He struggled against his bonds in a futile attempt to escape. Suddenly thunderous creaking attacked his fragile ears. He looked up in an attempt to find out what was happening. Complete horror filled his face as five very large branches rocketed up from the trees surrounding him. His mind went numb and they crashed down with remarkable speed. He cried out in frustration and fear and shut his eyes in a weak effort to block out what was happening. He waited for the inevitable blow…seconds passed and nothing. He slowly opened his eyes only to have blackness assault his senses. It took a moment for him to grasp what was happening. The grass was gone the branches gone. Everything was gone and only darkness remained. What could he do now? What was going on? Were was Yamcha? Were was everyone else? So many question swam around his head. So many thoughts, to many thoughts. His eyes shut.
"et…up…get up! Come on Piccolo move or…or something man come on!"
He could hear a voice. A frantic voice. He had to open his eyes. He had to get away from the darkness.
Slowly his eyes heeded his command.
"oh thank god! I was beginning to think you were dead!" yamcha said exasperatedly as he sat back.
"well with the way I feel I wish I was." he grumbled as he tried to sit up.
"what happened?" he questioned as the pain began to ebb.
"not a clue. Last I remember my body was almost crushed then every thing went black and …here I am." said Yamcha as he rubbed his still sore arms.
As Yamcha talked he began to look around.
'what the…ware are we?' Piccolo's mind questioned. Indeed they were not in the forest anymore.
They were standing on a dirt road. Dark Green trees and rolling hills all around. The picture of serenity it created was shattered by the thousands of rain drops falling from the gray sky. Shadows were cast by the dimmed air. And everything took on a darker hue, due to the forecasting sky. It would have been lovely if it were not raining.
"what the…Piccolo when did it start raining?" said Yamcha as he stared at the sky accusingly.
Piccolo stared at his hands, which were positioned out in front of his body.
"um, what are you staring at?"
Piccolo looked at yamcha for a second then lifted his hand so yamcha could see.
"I'm not wet." Piccolo said, eyes narrowing.
Yamchas eyes widened as he inspected himself. He was completely dry.
He watched as the numerous droplets fell right through him as if he were nothing. His eyes once again found Piccolos.
"What…is…going…on." He whispered slowly, eyes wide. Piccolo had no idea what to say.
There thoughts were interrupted by the crunching of gravel. It was soft but could be heard over the tapping rain. It was slow and consecutive as if someone was walking.
They both looked up in to the distance. The crunching becoming louder as a shadowed figure could be seen.
Closer and closer it got until finally its features could be seen.
A girl.
A very young girl. She couldn't be more than eight or nine. Her limp soaked hair hung loosely around her pail face. Its inky blackness contrasting greatly with the paleness of her sullen face. Her eyes were cast down. Staring hollowly at the drenched earth beneath her feet. She clutched a large sized wooden pail to her chest, the contents unknown.
Yamcha stared at the young girl.
'why does she have no jacket?.' he mind questioned. Her small arms were bare save a thin purple chineas style tee shirt. Are small legs were adorned with loose brown pants. Small black slippers protected her feet from the rocky ground. All of which were soaked through and through.
Piccolo also stared. She was strange, this little girl. She walked so mechanically. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at nothing. The rain poured down upon her yet she seemed as if she had know idea.
Finally she was within ten feet of them. Nothing. Five feet…nothing. Now she was walking in-between them.
"Hey kid?…um you alright?" Yamcha asked realizing she must not have noticed them yet.
Nothing. She just continued to walk silently.
Yamcha raised an eyebrow and looked at Piccolo.
"okaaaaayyyy…"
Piccolo made no comment and looked at the retreating figure.
"water…"
"huh?…wa'd ya say Piccolo?"
"water…she was caring water in the pail…" he trailed off.
Yamcha just stared at the figure again in confusion.
"lets go." Piccolo said as he began to walk after her.
"huh? Were we going?" asked Yamcha as he followed.
"look we have know idea were we are or what is happening but that little girl is are only hope of finding out any information."
"but she didn't answer before what makes you think she well answer now?"
Piccolo cast him a withering glair.
"oh..hehe…right…" he whispered feebly.
"man how much longer we've been walking forever." whined Yamcha. They had been following the child for almost an hour as she walked on. They had repeatedly tried to get her attention but nothing worked. Finally Piccolo had had enough of her silent treatment so he made a grab for her shoulder. Only to pass right through her. Now they followed her in hope of finding something out.
Finally a village could be seen up ahead. Homes were a light and the streets were empty do the evening hour.
They passed home after home and shop after shop until the small child stopped well into the town.
In front of a giant castle to be exact. From the looks of it they were at a back entrance to the castle. She knocked on a normal sized wooden door that was almost hidden from the unruly growth of plan life.
The door swung open to reveal a stout old woman in layers of clothing to keep out the chill in the air. She looked a the child a moment as if placing who she was. Than a twisted smile appeared on her thin bright red lips.
"I see you have returned finally it only took you Four hours." she sneered.
"that water is for the courts tea and you have so selfishly squandered your time getting it that I had to serve them from ordinary tap water, my my children these days only thinking about themselves." The old woman than took the pail harshly from the girls hands and stared into its contents.
"but… ma'm you asked for water from the river Ordan. It is nearly a half a days journey from here…I did my best to hurry." she whispered in a almost shuttering voice. The temperature had dropped drastically.
The old woman's eyes locked onto the girl's as she poured the water out from the pail.
"clumsy girl now look what you did. You spilt all the water. I suppose you will have to go and fetch more now wont you?" she smile as she said this handing the girl the pail once again not commenting to the girls statement.
The door slammed shut in front of her. She just stood there holding the pail in her arms. Thunder boomed in the sky.
Slowly she turned around and began to walk back down the path. Once again passing between the stunned heroes.
They stood there shocked at what they just saw.
"how…how could she do that to a little girl? Its freezing out here and she's making her go that far all alone for…for WATER!" Yamcha exclaimed.
Piccolo had turned around and stared after her once again.
Then everything fell to black.
sorry about the long delay...please dont be mad at me, i promise i will finish this story.
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