Chapter 8
Seymour put up a brilliant fight. He attacked with ease, and his techniques were in perfect timing, as if it were a violent dance. One by one, the Z gang failed, and were soon running out of breath. Tika stood there bewildered. The Z gang were her only hope, and now they were defeated. There was nothing she could do.
"This is all my fault ……" She began to blame herself. Seymour started to laugh, and began to yell "I WIN!!" as it were some sort of board game. Tika fell to her knees in despair and distress. It was over. Fighting Seymour and winning was impossible. There was nothing she could do. She felt so powerless.
Tika heard tiny footsteps creeping up to her, and she faced the person. It was Kestrel.
Kestrel had shining blonde hair, with glassy green eyes and an innocent face. Her lips were a glossy pink, and her face glowed with a slight tan and a few freckles here and there. She wasn't very tall, but she held her body as if she were the most powerful girl on Earth. She wore a pink dress that fell to her knees, complete with an orange belt and shoes. Her green eyes grew bigger, and tears began to form in them. She held her bunny toy tighter for comfort - she couldn't bear to see her mother like this. A soft wind blew her hair back slightly, and she looked an exact replica of her mother.
"Mum ……"
"Kestrel, I want you to leave and head for Spira." Tika said.
"…… No." Kestrel disobeyed. "You always said …… whenever you feel defeated …… don't give up hope."
"Kestrel-"
"Listen. You said you can always do something if you put your mind to it. You said -"
"Forget everything I said Kestrel." Tika almost said spitefully. Kestrel was taken aback, her eyes widened in shock, but then she calmed.
"Fine. Lose to daddy. Be a wimp and back out. I bet you're not even my mother. The mum I knew would never throw in the towel. My mum said …… even if you know you're gonna lose … don't let them beat you easily."
Tika looked at Kestrel for a moment, and Kestrel returned the stare. But then Kestrel turned her heel and left. Tika felt inspired …… inspired by her own words. She began to feel she could do anything. She got to her feet and looked at Seymour.
"I won't be beaten by my own strength! I won't! I refuse to give up! I may lose, but I promise I won't give you any easy ride!"
"You say powerful words, but can you back them up?"
"Well, we'll see won't we." Tika smirked. Vegeta's voice croaked.
"Tika … don't. You can't … you won't win."
"Save your strength. I can do this."
"Are you so blinded by your own ego that you can't see what danger you're facing?"
"Like you're the one to talk." Tika spat at her own brother. "You know how this feels."
"I know I do, and look where I ended up! I was …… killed by F-Frieza …… because I was …… too …… proud ……"
"Yeah well funnily enough you were revived by the Dragonballs."
"I know that …… but please …… live today …… fight tomorrow ……"
Seymour began to laugh.
"You know Tika, he's right. But still, if you want to die, I'll be happy to grant it. Oh, and what are Dragonballs?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. I'm not telling a selfish man like you."
"They must be very special …… let's see, he was revived by the Dragonballs …… do they heal people?"
"Well …… no, I'm not saying anything!"
"Tika …… you can tell him if you want ……"
"Why? What are you up to?"
"Listen, even if you told him what Dragonballs do, he won't find them. He needs the …… Radar to …… find them ……"
"A Radar?" Seymour asked.
"I'm not telling you anything!" Tika stood her ground.
"Fine. Forget the Dragonballs. I don't need them, whatever they do. Now, I say enough idle talk, let's get on with this."
"For once, I agree."
"Tika, don't do this!" Vegeta pleaded.
"I must!"
"No!"
"I'm getting fed up with you! On and on, like a broken record!" Seymour said, obviously frustrated. "If Tika wants to die, then that's her decision, not yours! Keep your spiky head out of this!"
"Seymour, I don't think you understand. I don't intend on losing. And I don't intend on dying either, so don't jump to conclusions!"
"Well, we'll see." Seymour said with an evil grin. He held up his arms and flexed his hand. A shining yellow light emerged from his palm, and it hurdled to Tika. She stood there, and looked directly at the Ki blast Seymour had given to her. It was about a centimetre away from her face, but it stopped.
"What?" Seymour barely whispered in shock and surprise.
"My own power won't hurt me."
"But when I did the Final Gallic Flare, you had to move out of the way so it wouldn't harm you!"
"Maybe you have forgotten who I am Seymour. I'm not just a Saiyan. I've developed Telekinesis so I can control anything that isn't too hard to handle."
"Oh, and since when did you become Psychic?"
"Since when were you so interested?"
"I hate it when you do that! I ask a question, and you answer with a question! You don't make sense to me!"
"You don't make sense to me! Why would you want to take over planet's and destroy people? Where's the fun in that?"
"I'm sadistic! I enjoy giving people pain!"
Tika stepped closer to Seymour, until she was an inch away from his face. She looked directly at him in the eyes. She grabbed his clothes and yanked him towards to her slightly.
"Well let's see if you enjoy other people returning the pain you have caused them."
"Huh?"
And with that, she quickly took a needle that was hiding in her pocket and inserted it into him. Seymour screamed in pain; the torture was tremendous. The gold and red fluid was slowly oozing it's way into the needle, and when it was full, she took the needle out and put it in a jar. Seymour looked at her breathlessly, sweat dripping down his face, his face pale, and his eyes showing that he did not believe what had happened. Tika smiled and held the jar up.
"My strength to me and no-one else."
She started to drink the fluid. Seymour stood helplessly as his dreams started to go down the drain. After Tika had finished drinking, she began to yell as her power began to return. Her muscles had bulged intensely, and her power grew so much that Seymour was blasted away by the force. When Tika had finished powering up, she held out her hand, and a Ki blast floated there, waiting to attack.
"Goodbye, and good riddance." She said, as the Ki blast flew into Seymour face and exploded. After Seymour was destroyed at last, you could still hear the echoes of his screams.
Kestrel came running. Still holding her bunny toy, she hugged her mother, and she returned it.
"Thank you Kestrel."
"It's ok."
Tika let go and turned around. The Z gang were getting to their feet, and they showed their triumphant smiles. Tika smiled back, and cast Curaga on all of them. Soon, they were back to full strength.
"Way to go Tika!" Goku cheered.
"Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without Kestrel." She said, as she picked her up.
"I love you mummy!" Kestrel said, and she planted kisses on Tika's face. The gang giggled, and they all went back to Capsule Corporation. Mission successful.
Seymour put up a brilliant fight. He attacked with ease, and his techniques were in perfect timing, as if it were a violent dance. One by one, the Z gang failed, and were soon running out of breath. Tika stood there bewildered. The Z gang were her only hope, and now they were defeated. There was nothing she could do.
"This is all my fault ……" She began to blame herself. Seymour started to laugh, and began to yell "I WIN!!" as it were some sort of board game. Tika fell to her knees in despair and distress. It was over. Fighting Seymour and winning was impossible. There was nothing she could do. She felt so powerless.
Tika heard tiny footsteps creeping up to her, and she faced the person. It was Kestrel.
Kestrel had shining blonde hair, with glassy green eyes and an innocent face. Her lips were a glossy pink, and her face glowed with a slight tan and a few freckles here and there. She wasn't very tall, but she held her body as if she were the most powerful girl on Earth. She wore a pink dress that fell to her knees, complete with an orange belt and shoes. Her green eyes grew bigger, and tears began to form in them. She held her bunny toy tighter for comfort - she couldn't bear to see her mother like this. A soft wind blew her hair back slightly, and she looked an exact replica of her mother.
"Mum ……"
"Kestrel, I want you to leave and head for Spira." Tika said.
"…… No." Kestrel disobeyed. "You always said …… whenever you feel defeated …… don't give up hope."
"Kestrel-"
"Listen. You said you can always do something if you put your mind to it. You said -"
"Forget everything I said Kestrel." Tika almost said spitefully. Kestrel was taken aback, her eyes widened in shock, but then she calmed.
"Fine. Lose to daddy. Be a wimp and back out. I bet you're not even my mother. The mum I knew would never throw in the towel. My mum said …… even if you know you're gonna lose … don't let them beat you easily."
Tika looked at Kestrel for a moment, and Kestrel returned the stare. But then Kestrel turned her heel and left. Tika felt inspired …… inspired by her own words. She began to feel she could do anything. She got to her feet and looked at Seymour.
"I won't be beaten by my own strength! I won't! I refuse to give up! I may lose, but I promise I won't give you any easy ride!"
"You say powerful words, but can you back them up?"
"Well, we'll see won't we." Tika smirked. Vegeta's voice croaked.
"Tika … don't. You can't … you won't win."
"Save your strength. I can do this."
"Are you so blinded by your own ego that you can't see what danger you're facing?"
"Like you're the one to talk." Tika spat at her own brother. "You know how this feels."
"I know I do, and look where I ended up! I was …… killed by F-Frieza …… because I was …… too …… proud ……"
"Yeah well funnily enough you were revived by the Dragonballs."
"I know that …… but please …… live today …… fight tomorrow ……"
Seymour began to laugh.
"You know Tika, he's right. But still, if you want to die, I'll be happy to grant it. Oh, and what are Dragonballs?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. I'm not telling a selfish man like you."
"They must be very special …… let's see, he was revived by the Dragonballs …… do they heal people?"
"Well …… no, I'm not saying anything!"
"Tika …… you can tell him if you want ……"
"Why? What are you up to?"
"Listen, even if you told him what Dragonballs do, he won't find them. He needs the …… Radar to …… find them ……"
"A Radar?" Seymour asked.
"I'm not telling you anything!" Tika stood her ground.
"Fine. Forget the Dragonballs. I don't need them, whatever they do. Now, I say enough idle talk, let's get on with this."
"For once, I agree."
"Tika, don't do this!" Vegeta pleaded.
"I must!"
"No!"
"I'm getting fed up with you! On and on, like a broken record!" Seymour said, obviously frustrated. "If Tika wants to die, then that's her decision, not yours! Keep your spiky head out of this!"
"Seymour, I don't think you understand. I don't intend on losing. And I don't intend on dying either, so don't jump to conclusions!"
"Well, we'll see." Seymour said with an evil grin. He held up his arms and flexed his hand. A shining yellow light emerged from his palm, and it hurdled to Tika. She stood there, and looked directly at the Ki blast Seymour had given to her. It was about a centimetre away from her face, but it stopped.
"What?" Seymour barely whispered in shock and surprise.
"My own power won't hurt me."
"But when I did the Final Gallic Flare, you had to move out of the way so it wouldn't harm you!"
"Maybe you have forgotten who I am Seymour. I'm not just a Saiyan. I've developed Telekinesis so I can control anything that isn't too hard to handle."
"Oh, and since when did you become Psychic?"
"Since when were you so interested?"
"I hate it when you do that! I ask a question, and you answer with a question! You don't make sense to me!"
"You don't make sense to me! Why would you want to take over planet's and destroy people? Where's the fun in that?"
"I'm sadistic! I enjoy giving people pain!"
Tika stepped closer to Seymour, until she was an inch away from his face. She looked directly at him in the eyes. She grabbed his clothes and yanked him towards to her slightly.
"Well let's see if you enjoy other people returning the pain you have caused them."
"Huh?"
And with that, she quickly took a needle that was hiding in her pocket and inserted it into him. Seymour screamed in pain; the torture was tremendous. The gold and red fluid was slowly oozing it's way into the needle, and when it was full, she took the needle out and put it in a jar. Seymour looked at her breathlessly, sweat dripping down his face, his face pale, and his eyes showing that he did not believe what had happened. Tika smiled and held the jar up.
"My strength to me and no-one else."
She started to drink the fluid. Seymour stood helplessly as his dreams started to go down the drain. After Tika had finished drinking, she began to yell as her power began to return. Her muscles had bulged intensely, and her power grew so much that Seymour was blasted away by the force. When Tika had finished powering up, she held out her hand, and a Ki blast floated there, waiting to attack.
"Goodbye, and good riddance." She said, as the Ki blast flew into Seymour face and exploded. After Seymour was destroyed at last, you could still hear the echoes of his screams.
Kestrel came running. Still holding her bunny toy, she hugged her mother, and she returned it.
"Thank you Kestrel."
"It's ok."
Tika let go and turned around. The Z gang were getting to their feet, and they showed their triumphant smiles. Tika smiled back, and cast Curaga on all of them. Soon, they were back to full strength.
"Way to go Tika!" Goku cheered.
"Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without Kestrel." She said, as she picked her up.
"I love you mummy!" Kestrel said, and she planted kisses on Tika's face. The gang giggled, and they all went back to Capsule Corporation. Mission successful.