Striking The Heart
Helpless
Beat….beat…
Everything fell silent…everyone fell silent…his heart fell silent…
Her breath was caught in her throat and her body felt so numb from the anguish she felt rising up in her. But slowly and surely, she burst into heart breaking sobs, the tears mingling with his hair as she pulled him close to her chest…where her heart still beat…she sobbed out everything she had, her strength, her regrets…her love. She rocked him back and forth, mumbling and begging for him to come back, but she knew it was impossible now.
Her husband was dead…
The warriors stood still, their eyes fixed on Chichi with her husband's body perched in her loving arms. They all felt the pain…they all felt the loss. Goku was their everything, they all looked up to him, and they all believed in him and followed him. Now he was gone…it was all too much. Bulma couldn't hold back her cries as she fell into Vegeta's chest, her sobs not helping the other's as the fact that Goku was dead sank in a stabbed them even more. Goten sat upon the floor, his face buried in his hands as he cried out his pain…Piccolo stood still and proud, not letting his emotions get the better of him, like the Saiyan prince, but deep inside they were both crumbling.
If it was possible, she cried out some more. Her tears never seeming to end, like the grief that struck and tugged at her heart. No matter how many times she had said it, she still had to question…why? Why was this happening? She always thought things happened for a reason…what reason is there this time? Is it just to break her down? Is it just to torture her some more? Was that what Kami wanted? To torture her? She felt sick…a burning kind of sick, like she would just throw up all her pain and all her love for this man she held dead in her arms.
Wilhem smiled in approval, his three followers lifeless as they stood behind him. After fifty years of dreaming, it had finally happened…his enemy was now dead. He took his gaze to her sobbing form, the tears never seeming to cease.
"Oh please, pull yourself together" he told her. She looked up from her grieving den and frowned, her pain all too clear to see.
"I did you a favour by destroying him. Now you won't have to worry about him anymore"
"How dare you! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! YOU WILL GO TO HELL! IF I MUST DO IT MYSELF YOU WILL GO TO HELL!" She cried.
"I would love to see you try, princess" he sarcastically remarked. Vegeta snarled, the fury burning up, his veins pumping with anger, his muscles tensing. He let go of his wife and yelled in fury, his muscles bulging and his power increasing. He charged at Wilhem. The dust and fumes from his exit spraying across the remaining warriors as he charged. He reached Wilhem, his hands clenched into mighty fists, his teeth grinding and his eyes livid. He screamed some more, throwing his fist out to hit his rival with great force. Wilhem caught the childish attack and with a swift movement, kicked Vegeta in the side sending him crashing to the ground.
Bulma screamed her husband's name, Vegeta in agony upon the floor, blood spurting up from his throat from Wilhem's simple yet deadly attack. Chichi cried some more, the fear of loosing everyone sinking in, the pain of her husband's death now deep within her heart. Yamcha fell to his knees, the crying baby in his arms as he shed his tears, the realisation of loss hitting him hard. Krillin angrily yelled, his voice quivering as he turned to look up at the dragon.
"You gotta make him come back! Please, I wish the poison was gone! I WISH THE POISON WAS GONE!" He screamed, collapsing to the floor, Marron crying in fear, 18 falling next to him, her arms wrapping around his sobbing form.
"He can't leave…not again…he just can't"
"Its too late Krillin, I'm so sorry" 18 whispered to him.
Piccolo couldn't stand the mourning no longer. His heart stung as he threw off his cape and turban and flew hastily at Wilhem. Tien growled, following Piccolo's movements, charging at the villain who took away Goku's life.
Wilhem smirked, his fighting techniques ready to unleash themselves. Piccolo threw out his fist, Wilhem catching it easily and with power he swung the Namek painfully into the approaching Tien. Tien, unable to dodge the fast attack, only shielded himself with his arms as Piccolo hit him, the pair cascading to the ground.
Goten's tears had ceased as he stood up from his puddle of tears and powered up to his maximum level. He charged down at Wilhem, leaving Trunks behind. But Trunks stood up straight and proud, his father's defeat hanging heavy at his heart. He transformed into a Super Saiyan, his eyes green and his hair golden. He yelled Goten's name and charged in after him. But within an instant they were both devastatingly cast aside.
Videl screamed, the loss of the others torturing her and the thought of her being the last one frightening her. Gohan was in tears, his mouth uttering mumbles of his dad and his fears.
Wilhem charged up slightly as he flew in at the remaining warriors. Yamcha panicked, little Gosha wailing in his trembling arms.
"DENDE!" He screamed as he threw her to the young Namek. Dende caught the small child and hurried her inside to Popo.
Yamcha's eyes widened when Wilhem reached him and caught him off guard with a fierce punch to his face. Krillin stood up, his small body in front of his family in protection. Wilhem turned to him and sniggered…
Chichi watched in a daze as she saw Wilhem take her friends down one by one…
A single tear cascaded down her pale frightened face, a cold wind suddenly blowing it away. She looked up, three dark figures standing before her, all alike in every way. She looked back down at her husband, a small smile upon his face, his body no longer in pain. She smiled at him, the tears suddenly stopping as she kissed his cold forehead.
"I love you" she whispered to him. She stood up rapidly, her loving face now one of utter hate. She punched the one dark figure, her hand and body going straight through it. She lost her balance and fell to her knees. When she turned around upon the floor, they were no longer there, but when she turned back around, she gasped.
Wilhem smirked down at her, his hands bloody and yet he was untouched. The atmosphere was silent…There was no sound left to hear. Everyone was either out cold or struggling upon the floor….there was no one left now…no one to save her…no one to protect her…no one to help her…She looked up at the villain, his cold eyes fixed upon her, his menacing smirk crushing her. He lifted his muscular arm, his hand balling up into a dangerous fist, electric shots spitting out from it.
Chichi was helpless and defenceless. There was nothing she could do now…nothing she could do to stop him…
…But five deep bellowing words shot through her mind…
…"Your wish has been granted"…
Wilhem threw forth his fist, and at the same time, her eyes closed.
She expected pain…she expected contact…she expected death…but none came…
She opened her eyes, her face centimetres from his fist. Piccolo sat up, his eyes widening at the sight. Wilhem was inches from her...But there was someone's else's hand in the way…