Amber Sunset

Summery: Sequel to When a Red Moon Rises. A short visit to the kingdom of Eshkar goes horribly wrong when the news of the destruction of Earth reaches Storm's ears. Will she be able to defeat the evil that is freezing time and destroying the planet with the help of the Z-warriors?

A/N: THANK YOU THOMAS DROVIN YOU ARE GOD! I can feel the inspiration coursing through my veins! Yes, I am going to do a sequel! Everybody say 'haza!' I can now update more frequently since I have a computer in my own possession (thanks dad). Anyway, here's a thicker plot with more DBZ in it! I'll resubmit Storm's stats at the end of the chapter for those of you who need some refreshing… if you guys want to flame, you'd better back it up with a suggestion or I will get very angry and you don't want to see me like that! For those of you who didn't read When a Red Moon Rises, go away and don't come back until you do!

"This is a normal conversation."

"This is a mumble, whisper or mutter."

'This is a telepathic conversation.'

This is a character's personal thoughts.

This is a character arguing with themselves.

This is a flashback or vision.

Chapter one, Without the Flicker of Life…

In the depths of the forest, 1:01 a.m. August 4th

Her voice was barely audible against the gathering thunder.
"I will always love you…"

Time was like a morning mist, its swirling fog fading when dawn rises from her throne. Moments blurred like Trunks' vision; swamped with hot tears distorting the blood stained, ashen landscape. He was not ashamed of the pure emotion cascading from his eyes—he freely cried.

Rako's corpse cackled in the dying embers, emitting a putrid stench into the still air. The red moon glared down upon the grey scene and reality hit him in the face like a wet rag.

She's dead… She's really dead!

Maybe… maybe I could help her… Bring her back…

But how… She's gone!

Maybe if I bring her to mom… She could help…

'You might as well try!' Master butted in.

He clutched Storm's icy hands as if to cling to the fabric of her life, hoping against all odds that he could save her. Determination set in his gleaming eyes; he cradled her body in his arms and took off into the air, chasing the very wind itself.

Vegeta bolted suddenly up from his lying down position, waking Bulma in the process. Unfairly, sleep had graced his wife, allowing her to peacefully lie as he tossed ad turned. As much as Vegeta hated to admit it, he was worried about his son; that is what had warded off the slumber. Although Trunks did not mention anything as to clue in why he and Storm had left so suddenly into the woods, Vegeta could guess. It was not the first time he saw the fire of a battle kindle in the eyes of his own blood. Vegeta had waited all day and night for the two to return and they had not. Now, just as he was drifting between reality and the dream realm, he sensed something horribly wrong. Trunks was returning, his ki energy normal; carrying who he guessed was Storm, her energy flickering between low and none.

"What is it?" Bulma irritably groaned, annoyed from being woken from her peaceful slumber.

Vegeta stood and walked to the bedroom door. "Something's wrong."

Bulma sat up when he had said this and began to ask what it was. She was only to be silenced by the sharp closing of the door.

Vegeta (fully clothed) briskly walked to the front door' meeting Trunks halfway.

He was clasping the limp, bloodied body of the girl he loved to his chest. Trunks could not manage to utter a single word as Vegeta, emotionless, took her from him and flashed to the rejuvenation chamber room. Trunks shortly followed, bringing Bulma with him.

His white shirt was still wet from her blood as he sat on a chair off to the side of the room.

Bulma pealed off Storm's blood soaked clothing to search for the most serious wounds as Vegeta stood beside his son. Her naked body gleamed under the intense glow of the operation lamp and Trunks looked on, heart torn into pieces at the very thought of having to see her like this. Vegeta looked down at his son; Trunks' cheeks were gleaming with tears. Vegeta bit back the urge to tell him to quit crying and take it like a man. He instead clasped his shoulder and walked out of the room.

Bulma checked for any flicker of life but could find none.

—

The village elders gathered around the thunder goddess, hiding their face and averting their eyes as was the custom. Sweet smelling incense lingered in the air of the temple-tent, giving it a last atmosphere for the meeting. The light of the embers cut through the pitch blackness, second only to the light emitting from the misty-eyed goddess. Her golden tassels flowed like a river of wheat, caressing her just below the shoulder blades. The quiver of thunder arrows pressed the white tunic up against her divine skin.

The eldest elder; the one who had been old long before the others were born; had the authority to address her.

"Oh Ithar, we come to thee in hopes that thee hast had news of the princess fall upon thine ears. Oh great one, what do the gods willest?"

The thunder goddess hid her tears.

"As ye know, I myself hast trained thine young ruler that she shalt overcome her kin." She paused

"And yet, the gods still grudge her family and Rako's black curse took her. The gods refuse to help bring her back." The thunder goddess fist glowed brightly as her anger formed a thunder bolt. The eldest spoke again, tentatively.

"Mayhap, thine divinity and the magic of the village can light the spark in the princess' soul once again?"

Ithar sighed "Mayhap… I would suppose it is worth a try. Go fourth and gather the magic beings of the village—only the best as we cannot mess up. I will wait here, make haste!"

With that, the elders, lit by the spark of hope, rushed to find the witches, warlocks and others that were capable of magic.

Name: Storm

Nickname: N/A

Date of Birth: September 13th, 1984

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Akari (this is a special race of superior beings greater than that of a human. Most of them choose to appear in their Spirit form, whatever their soul desires them to be; however some do prefer to take upon the shape of a human or human like being)
Spirit Form: Grey wolf, roughly the size proportion of a Siberian Tiger, with pitch black wings

Physical Features:
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 126 lbs.
Eye Color: Stormy Grey
Hair Color: Coal Black

Appearance: Storm has an average body build considered for humans. Her pale and fragile looking features offset her black hair. Her hair is cut at about her waist and her bangs just above her brow line.

Personality: Storm has a very quiet personality and tends to keep her feelings stuffed inside her. Her only outlet, she believes, is cutting; which she does frequently. She is very depressed and wants so much to be loved and other people took advantage of that. From being scarred so many times, she has given up on love all together and withdraws into herself. Storm has the tendency to judge people before getting to know them and jumps to conclusions. If she doesn't meditate, he anger is provoked easily and she gets violent. She is also a deep thinker.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: She is able to change back and forth between her Spirit and Human form. She took martial arts when she was younger and is fairly good at it. She has the ability to shoot blasts of energy from her hands/paws or mouth (when she is in her Spirit Form) She is an able spell caster and has telepathic skills as well as telekinesis.

Weapons: N/A

Short History: Storm does not really remember her childhood before her foster parents. All she knows about her parents is they died (well, now she knows a lot more but this is based on the beginning of the book… Kind of…). Her foster mother, Sarah, was married to a man named John. Before John died, the two adults were the best foster parents a kid could have. When Storm was about nine, Sarah and John were arguing about her; John, in an angry rage, tore down the street and smashed his car into an oncoming truck, dieing instantly. The nine-year-old Storm saw the whole event from her bedroom window. Sarah and Strom never forgot the reason of the argument and Sarah was constantly reminding her every night. She loved him and missed him so much, every night she would try to drink the memory of him away. She would tell Storm it was her fault that John died and that she was a stupid and worthless girl. Then she would beat her.

A/N: Ok, I'm sorry this one isn't that long but I promise it will get better. Just a note, time in Eshkar passes slower than earth time. It's like, a parallel dimension, not another planet. Please review!