Set Me Free
A/N: I don't own DBZ. Sorry for the delay, I'm such a procrastinator. I was having a bit of writers block for this chapter. My mind's already way passed this chapter for some odd reason. Thanks again for the reviews. I hope this chapter is ok, I have my doubts.
Chapter Three:
It was about dusk when the saiyans began to prepare to leave for Planet Vegeta. During that time Kakorat discovered Gohan standing before the once breathtaking lake. It was now red, dirty and the once lake flourished with such peculiar animals were gone. Gohan turned his head and saw his father actually hesitate to say something but his eyes held such a concern that it spoke volumes.
"Hey, you guys hear?" Bardock joined the two with a piece of his breakfast in his hands. "Someone killed Darius last night."
Kakorat asked, "Really… how?"
Is it me or… did I just see Gohan flinch? Oh cripes, don't tell me…Kakorat wondered.
"The poor fool probably picked on someone twice his own size. What a stupid man." Celipa chuckled, hovering upside down with her arms crossed. "He got what he deserved, no doubt."
"I wonder…" Bardock grinned. "Maybe Toma did it. You know how much he hates the bastard."
"No way, he was with me!" The young woman flushed, realizing what she had said, she turned away.
Bardock raised an eyebrow. "Oh, baby sister…he spent the whole night? Now this is for the papers. I can see it now. "Shrew catches Hunk." It will literally fly off the tables. If—"
"—you say one word." Celipa threatened. "I'll—"
"—you'll do what?" Bardock raised an eyebrow and acknowledged her challenge with one of his own. It dawned on him suddenly. "Ah damn! Darius owned me money too." He smacked his forehead.
Celipa, thrown completely off guard, was flabbergasted for a moment. "You see?" she pointed accusingly at her sibling. "This is exactly what I have to live with, day in and day out. I swear you always befriend the dumb asses of society. A trait I am glad I never inherited." Celipa said proudly.
"Oh? I befriend dumb asses, huh? Wait until lover boy hears this one!"
Before long Bardock had taken flight shouting and teasing Celipa, who was right on his tail, all the way back to camp.
"They're how old again?" Kakorat blinked. He shook his head. "Hey, Gohan…I was wondering..."
"You don't have to wonder dad…you know I killed him. You don't need to beat around the bush." Gohan said coolly and shrugged. "It kind of felt good in a way too."
Not sure that he heard his son right, he asked,"Killing him felt…good?"
"Yeah, it felt like I was getting rid of the trash in our society or something." Gohan turned around. "You know, doing my part."
"Now this…uhm killing wouldn't have to do with the…erm dreams you've been having, right?" Instantly at the mention of the word "dream", Gohan's unreadable dark eyes turned cold.
So this is the last thing Darius must have seen. Yikes! Mental note: never mention this topic again. Kakorat thought.
"What dreams?"
"Oh come on now. Some people may think I'm stupid—which such bull!—but do know my son. You've been acting like…well, yesterday for instance. You took flight like the very devil was chasing you—in our case, Frieza. But that is another story. What's up? The Fates again? I say, just give it up. Take Vegeta for instance. He was the biggest stick in the mud, all ways griping about the Fates this, the Fates that, until he took the bull by the horns and became a true saiyan with a mate. Not bad though. From what Vegeta says his mate's the worst cook to ever step foot on Planet Vegeta, but she's a natural born genius, which helps in developing new equipment and such. Things have a way of balancing themselves out." He scratched his head. "Ok, this is not working, at least for me. Here's what my dad use to say. You're like the carrots—"
"What does food have to do with this dad?" Gohan said exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air.
"I have no idea. I'm working on this. Give me some slack here. I'm not good with words." His eyes lit up. "Know what? You're mother can explain this better than I can. I had not one damn clue when it happened, until it happened to me and even those big textbooks didn't help. They had all these big words, words we hardly use might I add, jumbled up together to explain the whole first moon. Why couldn't they go straight, from point A to point B?"
"Dad..."
Realizing that he was actually rambling, Goku raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"How about we drop the subject, ok? It'll get rid of both our headaches and will clear up all the tension. Besides, how long will a couple of old hags keep on my case for huh?" Gohan shrugged and headed back to camp.
Kakorat winced. The thunder rolling in the background didn't settle too well with Kakorat but he shrugged anyhow. You don't know what you're dealing with my son. But sooner or later, you will. Oh boy, you will.
"Look!" Erasa exclaimed drawing the trio's attention to her laptop. She typed something in and then said, "There's less than 10 of Earth's entire population left."
Tory gaped. "Less than… they killed more than—"
"—6.5 billion people in ten years. Approximately a thousand a year but it escalated gradually in the past couple of years. But it seems their slaughtering took a drastic increase in the past month. About 500 people are killed everyday now." She sighed and typed something else in. "We, lady and gentlemen, are among the last approx thousand living. Break out the champagne."
Tory sighed heavily. "This totally sucks. You know Maharini and I were actually going steady for an entire year now, which as you all know is my longest relationship—ever! Guess I won't be scurrying the department stores for an anniversary gift, huh. And it's all about to end after ten long years. Some good a scholarship did with the school destroyed and my company in ruins."
Erasa sighed. Memories came flooding back to her, ten years ago, it was still so fresh. "I spent my last few days of actual freedom whining about not being able to go to summer camp."
"Humph, spent my last few days of so called freedom of trying not to be locked up on murder charges." Videl muttered.
"At seven…?" Erasa gaped.
Videl shrugged.
Confused and hoping deep down that she was kidding, Erasa asked, "Why didn't you—why did they hate you so much?"
Videl sighed. "Linda didn't start hating me until a few years ago. Her husband was an ass, who was greedy and didn't care about anyone but himself. He loved to see people in pain. He didn't want to wait for his "ways" to rub off on his wife. He actually beat Linda into submission because she'd use to take my side in arguments." She still remembered that day. The man had force her to watch as he repeatedly whip Linda with some type of thick cord, over and over and over again. "I hated him from day one when he said my mother was some whore that abandoned me and that I got her eyes and I didn't deserve anything better than what I got. What I got was lousy meals, a handful of clothing, more chores than I can remember and a dusty and cramp room with a small, creaky old bed."
Erasa patted her friend's back, sympathy clear in her eyes. She flinched inwardly when her best friend stiffen. "Where were you?" Erasa asked sharply, she eyed Tory.
Tory blinked. "I was at Stanford. I wasn't able to come and go as I pleased, not with my grades hovering between being kept for next semester or losing my scholarship. And even if my grades weren't in danger, the bastard had some "restraining order" over me when he told some judge I was responsible for the bruises on his wife. I mean, why would I touch the lady in the first place? The guy was a friend of his from college and he didn't give a damn as long as he got his money. So we had to deal with two greedy men and a drunk and abusive wife."
Tory continued. "Going back to that cottage was so depressing, especially with Linda's yelling about her lack of funds and that husband of hers with his crazy liquor needs. I wasn't about to come back. Besides, I wanted to get started to give Videl and myself something to live off of since I had two more years left. Videl was graduating at the time and she'd be going to Stanford too with her own scholarship but just before that was when things really got bad. I think those two, or at least Linda's hubby, realize that Videl would become in control of her inheritance soon and they wouldn't be living the "easy" life anymore."
"The old coot would just curse up a storm when he got drunk and Linda would have long passed out in her room with a bottle of wine at the edge of her bed." Videl muttered. "But I guess they decided to "take me out" because it seemed easier that way and they'd still have access to the inheritance money before it would be transferred to Tory." Videl scoffed and turned away and that ended the whole entire conversation.
"Uhm…" Erasa nodded, finding herself a bit dazzled and a bit confused, but she continued to nod anyhow.
King Vegeta cleared his throat and looked at his strongest team, all ranging from the age of 16 to 50, all skilled and powerful warriors even in their young age. "Lord Frieza," he paused a moment and heard the scornful comments and he agreed with them but didn't voice such an opinion. "As I was saying, it's come to the point that Lord Frieza wants Earth to be evacuated in the next 12 to 24 hours. No more taking of slaves."
Kakorat flinched inwardly. Dammit, if things are going so hastily then I won't be able to take Chichi to see her home again. He frowned.
Chichi touched Kakorat's shoulder and her eyes held understanding. "Don't punish yourself, if anything I forgive you if that was what you wanted to hear, my love. But you did nothing wrong. You are not responsible, it's a way of life that we must learn to accept, I have…" she tilted her head and smiled beautifully.
Kakorat sighed as the flashback came to an end. She hadn't forgiven him in her heart, or at least he believed so. She was such a peaceful woman and this destruction of her home would destroy her spirit. And along with it would go the aurora that made her so different and so compelling from every other woman on this planet. He didn't want her to lose that, he didn't want to lose her!
King Vegeta continued to speak. "The final extermination will begin in one day, in that time you will be given to rest and get reacquainted with your livelihoods. On your return there shall be a grand celebration for our success and hopeful freedom from Frieza. That very day will be the two month marking of the upcoming right-of-passage to the throne." He looked up suddenly and his features became ridged and harden. He nodded curtly and said, "That is all. You are dismissed." The group of about twenty young men and three fierce-looking females quickly bowed. The whisper of silk from his long red robe was the only thing heard until he exited.
"You there." He said and the being that he directed his words to came to a screeching halt. "Girl, come here." He craned one finger to the figure who meekly glanced back at him. The female was dressed in rags with a brown overcoat that fell to her knees. She wasn't higher than a servant, perhaps even a peasant girl and she was in the King's private corridors! She walked hesitantly at first but she seemed to have sensed his annoyance and scurried the rest. She did not curtsy and ask for forgiveness nor did she fall to her knees and beg for pardon, instead she kept her eyes lowered and kept quiet.
At least she knows her place. King Vegeta thought with a mental scoff. "You girl, what are you doing here? Have you not the slightest idea where your, your—" since he could not find the right word for it, he continued but found himself speechless for a moment. All of a sudden he snarled and said, "—you—" he pulled her to him and wrenched the hood free and blue hair spilled onto her shoulders. He thrust her aside and glowered at his daughter-in-law.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes defiant and her hair wild, Bulma held her breath but she was determined not to crumble. Earth would be evacuated and that meant… she couldn't bear to think of the blood and all of those people that screamed and pleaded for their lives. She didn't want to think of those enslaved who would then waste away, their sprits broken from the hardships they'd endure.
"You can't do that—destroy Earth!"
King Vegeta smirked. "I can and I will. It's what as a king I must do. Surely as the future queen of Planet Vegeta, you should be well aware of that."
"Perhaps, but." She glared up at him and held onto her anger. "You can't do that. Because... I won't let you."
He merely offered her a lazy grin. "You won't let me? There's no stopping what is to come, my dear. It was destine to happen. Your "stopping me," won't do anything but delay what is to be. I can—"
"—what if I don't let you." She challenged her blue eyes blazing. Damn, I wish I was a saiyan. Maybe he'd even flinch and realize how strong my threat can be. Damn the cold man! A little voice in the back of her head taunted her for not bringing Vegeta along. Though Vegeta would love nothing more than to get a point against his father, Bulma knew she must do this on her own. She must finally win her father-in-law over, by kindness or by force!
He narrowed his eyes; his voice was deep and held great authority. "It's not your place to say such. I am the one with the power my dear. I am the king and you are nothing more than a little human with a little luck on her side. You are only the hands that control the puppet, my son in other words. But I am the one with the scissors. We wouldn't want to ruin his chance of ascending the throne, now would we? He'd just love it to know all his life preparations were for nothing all because of his strong-willed mate."
Bulma opened her mouth to make a smart remark to stomp down on that ego of his at least a few degrees, but thought against it. Damnable man…
He smiled smugly at her, a way so arrogant that it even surpassed Vegeta's. She wanted so badly so slap him right across the face, she wanted to laugh with satisfaction at the bright red hand mark it would leave, she wanted nothing more to stoop to his level as he had several times before. But she wouldn't, no, she was taught much better than that.
"I loath you…" She spat.
He laughed darkly and shrugged as if her words hadn't affected him in the least. "Well it is something we come to an agreement on. My son would never love a human, dear girl. It's simply not done. He's not weak hearted nor is he stupid, a little thickheaded but then, what saiyan is not?"
Bulma laughed coolly. "What do you know of love? You hold no compassion what so ever. You murder and leave countless of wandering souls that must hold onto fabricated hope. You enter a land of beauty and leave it in utter chaos and ignore it for you believe someone will clean up your mess. You are nothing more than a waste of existence."
"You may have married well, woman, but you are beneath me. You will never be—"
"—you maybe their king, sir, but you will never be the ruler over me." She lifted her chin definitely as if she was the queen and he was but a mere servant caught not doing his duties.
"You play the part well, but are you ready for what's to come, human girl?" he laughed scornfully. "Love cannot protect you from Frieza nor can it protect you from reality. Take heed girl, love can only get you so far." He turned then, and walked nosily down the long hallway leading to his bedchamber. "Prepare the beams." He shouted to a nearby warrior.
"But sire, it's early—"
"Just do it!" King Vegeta shouted, causing the young warrior to stumble back.
Angered, Bulma narrowed her eyes. She never liked it when someone spoke so lightly of love.
"Choose your battles carefully." Chichi had once said the day Bulma had married Vegeta. King Vegeta hadn't liked Bulma the and, he wouldn't like her anytime soon either.
"So be it." Bulma said gruffly and pulled the hood back onto her head.
Frieza sat in his throne and watched the activities of the saiyans preparing for the warriors return on a screen. "Such a tedious event and such a tedious race too." Lazily, he stared outside at the stars. They were rather boring as well. See one set of stars, you've seen them all.
"We should soon be ready to unleash our present very shortly sire." Plait bowed before Frieza, holding up a box that read: S.A.Y.I.A.N.S.
"Excellent." Frieza smirked as his mind went back to thinking of the past few weeks. "These saiyans have much on their side. A handful of saiyans have achieved this so called "Legendary Super Saiyan" level. I do not want them interfering with my plans. I shall not give them the time to strike and conquer. They think they'll be free of me." He now began to watch the tape of King Vegeta's latest speech. The fool had no idea. "But the games have only begin, your highness. It's time for you to learn not to flaunter in your allegiance."
"Gohan you really are slacking off." Goten laughed, dancing around his brother in a teasing manner.
"That was a lucky punch and you know it." Gohan grumbled.
The two demi-saiyans sat at the dinning room table with their father and mother. The food on the table consisted of both Earth food and those enjoyed by saiyans worldwide.
Chichi glanced at her oldest son. "Oh that reminds me Gohan. You had a visitor when you were away."
Gohan looked up from his plate. "Who?"
Chichi scoffed. "Some tramp. She claims you two are courting."
Gohan made a face, which caused both Goku and Goten to laugh uncontrollably. Oh Kami, don't tell me… "Please tell me you sent her away—for good."
Chichi smiled. "Don't worry, I got it through that pea-brained head of hers that you're not interested. The chit had the gull to gloat about her being from a line of secondary class saiyans. You wouldn't believe why she came here. She heard about Goku's ascending and our family's promotion and those wheels started turning. Even if you were interested—thank Kami you're not!— I'd have to whip out my frying pan, dear, even though you're two years past the usual mating age of 16—though you're father and you're grandfather were also late maters, perhaps it's hereditary—doesn't mean you have to get shackled out of desperation. You can do find your mate when you're good and ready—but don't take too long. A woman can have kids for only so many years, Gohan. And I know all of your admirers are hoping the Fates….oh dear." Chichi blushed and realizing she was babbling, a thing she rarely did.
Deciding he didn't want to comment about the whole "mate thing", Gohan sighed in relief. "Thanks mom. I bet I know who you're talking about. She follows me everywhere and never stops talking about "us," when I specifically said there is no "us." She flirts with anything that wears pants. She can't take "no" for an answer, she thinks it means "maybe," if it did, wouldn't I have said so? I mean what the hell is wrong with her? She thinks I'm playing hard to get but there are other saiyans—who are actually interested, might I add—that she could flirt with."
His father grinned. "But you are the toast of the Season, two whole years running might I add. The ladies simply adore you; and why not? You come from a superb set of genes." Goku said. "Perhaps you should start courting, and look for possible candidates. That way you get the "old hags" off your back for a while since you'd be trying."
"Perhaps..." Gohan said, not looking entirely interested. Just give me one more year, then I'll do as you request. Gohan thought to himself, hoping the Fates had heard.
Chichi glanced at her husband. "Goku, that reminds me…Bulma called me earlier and—"
Their scouters, which were sitting at a nearby small table, went off and drew all their attention. Gohan grimaced when the instrument did a scan on the oncoming being. Mayuka.
Gohan pushed himself from the table and started to head the opposite way. "If she asks, I'm anywhere but here."
Goku blinked. "O-k…"
"Gohan, aren't you forgetting something?" Chichi asked sternly.
Gohan paused halfway through the door, "Oh yeah." He grinned. Gohan raced back and grabbed the bowl of rice he was eating and a few pieces of chicken. He laughed. "I can't believe I forgot."
"Yes, you forgot something that I can't believe you did."
Gohan blinked, he hadn't even made it to the door this time. He turned, kissed her on the cheek, and then said. "Was that it?"
"Oh that's so sweet." Chichi smiled. "But Gohan, it's not that. You didn't ask to be excused."
"Oh…" For a moment he looked confused then Gohan blushed. He ignored his brother's low and muffled laughter behind his bowl and asked, "May I be excuse?"
"…since you're already up…yes." Chichi nodded. "Just try to sleep even a little so she'd buy it. She probably bought her annoying uncle with her." She lowered her voice. "I think they're whole family doesn't know the meaning of "no"."
Goten practically inhaled another chicken wing. "Oh, isn't that why they call her Miss. E—!"
"Goten!" Chichi warned.
Goten frowned. "What? All the kids are saying it! Why can't I? That's not fair! Even her uncle, Mr. Somonauk, said that to one of the board members. She was there and she didn't care, she actually smiled."
Chichi, decided her son wouldn't leave the subject until she told him exactly why Mayuka was called Mrs. EZ, headed towards the door and opened it.
She was saiyan woman of 19 with dark brown-eyes, short black hair, and about a foot shorter than Chichi, stood at the doorframe with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression to boot. She came from a family of self observed people, clearly she was no different. She, unlike most saiyans, wasn't wearing her scouter. "It clashes with everything I own. Besides, I don't fight wars—that's for men, I endure the hardships at home front." She was very unlike the majority of the female saiyans.
Trying to hide the irritation and disappointment from her voice, Mayuka chose to just frown. "Oh…I thought Gohan would have answered. My uncle said he and his crew were due back today."
"Well, he is back—" Chichi wanted to badly to wipe that smile of victory off the gold digger's mouth, "But alas, he's exhausted—"
Mayuka snorted. "—I'm sure you're more than capable of replaying this message to him—"
"—he was out courting some girl earlier and…" Chichi shrugged and decided to let the girl's imagination wonder and shatter her so called "fantasies".
Mayuka's expression was priceless. It went from confusion, to sorrow, to plain and utter rage. How dare he cheat on me and not even tell me about it! Her body was trembling and her ki rose steadily. She cleared her throat but was unable to keep the coolness out of it. ". You mean to tell me that my Go—"
"—he's not you're anything. I do hope you keep that in mind dear. We wouldn't want to look foolish in front of the others, now do we?" smiling coolly, she added. "I hope to see you at the ceremony." Chichi slammed the door and was thankful the woman got the hint. She had sensed the girl's uncle and knew from past experience at her wedding to Goku, that her husband hated the man. What type of saiyan flirted with another's mate? It was inexcusable, but it did make headlines.
Goku tapped her on the shoulder. "Impressive." He grinned.
"All in a day's work, Goku." She pulled him from the door; remembering that the girl's uncle was a bit more persistent. She'd have to keep her husband busy and not close to this corridor. She knew some of the most pleasuring of ways too. But first things first... She scolded herself. "Now, since the boys are gone…maybe we can talk." Chichi whisper red and pulled him away from the door.
"Talk?" he grinned mischievously. "Or 'talk'?"
Chichi rolled her eyes and was determined not to giggle. "Just talk, Goku." She said in a somewhat stern tone.
"Really...?" Goku pouted. "Are you sure? Maybe we need to run the concepts of these 'talks', huh?" he lowered his voice. "…how about it? My room or yours?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Goku…" This time Chichi did giggle. "We share the same—" she was cut off with the sweetest of kisses.
In the distance the chanting and yelling of angered men and women grew closer and closer. Fire spread through the darken chamber to the point that the dreamer could almost feel it. A baby was crying and its wails carried the silent sorrow of the woman holding it. A man stepped forth, his presence made the young woman gasp.
Looking behind him, the man grimaced. "We haven't much time. Please, give me the girl."
The woman shook her head. "No…not yet…just give me a little more time."
The man sighed. "I'm sorry but you don't have much of a choice. She won't be safe from him—ever."
The woman merely nodded and began to, slowly, hand the child over. "There's no stopping what will come, but maybe we can save you. We will come for you soon. Be good…" her lone tear splashed gently on the newborn, making it pause and gaze up at her with questioning eyes. "Such thirst those eyes have…indeed, there is no question about it. You, my dear, are destiny for great things…"
Great Things…
Great Things…
"Great things…" Videl murmured.
"Hello?"
"…Earth to Videl!"
"Knock, knock. Are you in there, kiddo?"
Videl blinked. "Huh?" her gaze focused upon her three friends who looked extremely worried. "What?"
"You zoned out and Tory took your rice cake." Erasa explained. Videl gave Tory a cool glare before she turned back to Erasa. "You were really out of it. What was it about?"
"Nothing," Videl shrugged.
"Doesn't sound like nothing." Erasa responded. "You kept on saying the words "great things" over and over and over."
"Did not—"
"—did too…"
Tory laughed as they continued to argue underneath their breath. Though Erasa wasn't as strong willed as Videl—but then again who was?—when she did get that feisty attitude it only made their arguments more fascinating. "Did you guys ever think of fighting in—?"
"—say it and you're dead!" the two young women threatened and from their tone of voice, there was no questioning that they meant it.
"—mud?" He barely got the word out before both, Erasa and Videl, charged at him and began to attack. Though they were adults, they fought in such a childish manner now to the point that all three burst out laughing.
"I'm glad you guys are having fun." Kuroki muttered and toyed with a branch.
Erasa blinked. "Come on and help us kick Tory's ass."
"Gee, I would love too—no joke there despite my tone—but shouldn't we be concentrating on things more important?" Kuroki said sarcastically and threw them all a look of annoyance.
"…like?"
"Oh I don't know." He rolled his eyes. "How about finding a way off this planet?"
"I don't think that's possible seeing that the Air Force was taken down a couple of years ago. All spacecrafts were destroyed to prevent any escaping and any outside contact with Dr. Briefs sr. on making an escape pod was futile from the start." Erasa replied. "Besides, didn't you hear? The saiyans left Earth, or what's left of it, a while ago." She lowered her voice. "Life's too short; we learned that the hard way. Didn't we?"
Oh yeah, they certainly did.
Their mother had shoved them aside after scratching and kicking until the large saiyan's scouter was broken into two. Both he and his sister went rolling into a small pit that was covered in brushes, branches and a few inches of water. Determined not to cry, Kuroki had tried to hide behind the only thing he had left, Erasa, hoping, that someway she would block away the people's cries, the stench of the dead and the evil laughter of their killers. They had seen their family slaughtered, had seen their friends trampled on, had seen their mother murdered before their very eyes. "Run!" she had yelled before her life had been cut so brutally short.
Kuroki, returning to reality, blushed for a moment before scowling back at her. "Forget it." He grumbled and turned himself away from them. Erasa laughed and patted her younger brother's back.
"Wait." Tory's head snapped up. "Do you hear it?"
"Hear what?" Kuroki looked back, silently daring the older male to make a joke out of this.
A low rumbling sound was coming off from the distance and the cave seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. "Does anyone else feel hot or is it just me?" Erasa fanned herself and took off her jacket.
"No, it's the room. The temperature rose to 80 degrees in the last minute." Videl said, looking at the small computer that was attached to the corner wall.
Before Tory could say anything, they heard the computer's scratchy voice. "Shield 70...60...45..."
"What the hell's going on here?" Kuroki yelled over the rumbling that was growing louder and louder.
Erasa rushed over towards Videl. "Something broke through the atmosphere just a few minutes ago. Something foreign and it just hit all four of the five main points of the planet."
Tory paled. "They're becoming desperate now? If they do that—"
"—then the whole planet will be destroyed in a few hours if not minutes." Erasa finished.
"Oh my Kami, then I'm going to die as a virgin?" Kuroki blurted out.
Tory frowned. "Dude, that's not something you tell in public."
"Oh, coming from Mr. I-lost-it-a-13-when-I-was-actually-19." Kuroki rolled his eyes.
Tory fumed. "What? Who told you that? That's a damn lie! I was—oh no you don't! I see how you work and it's not working you—"
"Would you two shut up already? We're about to die here and you're bickering about virginity? What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell does that?" Erasa shouted. The room was getting too hot. "98 degrees…"
"Oh we won't have to wait for the planet to explode. We'll be roasted to death." Tory yelled.
"Well thanks for the FYI Mr. Know-it-all. Gee, I wouldn't have gotten that even if I looked at the damn—"
"Why the hell do you have to be so sarcastic all the damn time? Would it kill you to act normal?" Tory snapped.
"Would you both shut up?" Videl yelled. "Can't you two yell about something with more sense? Of course we're going to die. Of course, he's always so sarcastic. Of course, Tory lost his at 19—"
"—who the hell is sprouting out all those lies? I was not 19, I was—"
"—who really cares?" Erasa yelled and slammed the computer in frustration. "Dammit!"
"Shield at 23...18...12" the computer groaned.
"We know! We know!" Erasa yelled at the computer. "Can't you say anything helpful?"
"Don't bother. What else could go wrong?" Kuroki said.
"Shield…5...Earth's demise 30 seconds."
Tory scowled. "You just had to ask, didn't you? You've seen it happen on TV 'what else could go wrong,' but NO, you had to be the stupid odd ball—"
Suddenly the shield snapped and the door of the cave burst free and slammed into the back, missing Kuroki by a mere inch. A gust of wind began, throwing rocks and twigs and anything that weighed at least twenty pounds into the cave. Erasa continued to screamed, Tory shouted and something appeared at the door, tall, brawny and dangerous.
Erasa screeched. "Oh my Ka—"
Planet Earth was no more….
linkinparkluvr45
2005-06-21
ch 3, anon.
Brilliant! you must update this fanfic, i wanna know what happens next. this is too good for you to just leave incomeplete
CleverWitch
2005-06-16
ch 3, signed
Great job! I hope to see more soon!
Honey Nut Loop
2005-06-15
ch 3, signed
This is still fantastic
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Sakuramsm
2005-06-14
ch 3, signed
Hi!
Really good story, like the others, please keep writing you have abandoned the others, don´t abandoned it.
Sakura
miroku-has-darkness
2005-06-11
ch 3, signed
awesome update soon this is going places but the chapters are too long you will get more reveiws with shorter but more chapters
simba-rulz
2005-06-10
ch 3, signed
Great chapter as always, VB! . I'm looking forward to the next chapter!