"You know it's true,
Everything I do,
I do it for you."
~NFG Cover
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She grit her teeth.
Not out of worry or apprehension, but indeed frustration with the recent events. Not one challenge; not one single impossibility had encountered them past the Cerebic door. Did Gangus think he was indestructible with that fucking metal?
Bulma growled involuntarily.
"Angry, woman?" Vegeta asked, walking by her side. He had been a cool follower, accepting that there would be no opponents and knowledgeable that if there had been, she would have dealt with them solely. They strode down a dark, Cerebic hall, moving slowly in hopes of opposition.
"Yes," she allowed. "Very angry."
"You know," he said, looking at her set features. "I believe in your strength, there's no need for you to prove anything to me."
She sighed and smiled, returning his glance. Bulma could tell he was serious by looking at his face. It felt strange, she thought, the easy complement he offered her. She had never felt so... proud.
"It's not so much that even," she whispered, gripping one gloved red hand into a fist. "I need practice. Something away from Chimera."
"You don't think he'll want to help you when we fight Galvan?"
"No, I expect him too," Bulma said, looking around. She was going to blast the place in a minute. "But after the battle, well... I don't expect him to be around any longer."
"What are you talking about?"
Bulma stepped a few more paces before she realized he was no longer by her side. He had stopped, crossed his arms and was now looking at her from behind, like a statue in wait.
Bulma turned around and put her hands on her hips.
"There's something you don't know about Chimera," she said. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"What, that he's an annoying beast of burden?"
Bulma's eyes nearly flashed crimson as she strode up to him. Red flame seemed to lash out of her body suit as her power crackled.
"For fuck's sake woman!" Vegeta shouted, stepping back. "I thought you had better humor than that. Calm your ki!"
Bulma didn't listen, she only came closer as her power emulated in a bloody sparkling aura. Vegeta nearly powered up himself, thinking he'd have to use self defense for the angry woman. Then he noticed her eyes. They weren't looking at him, but over his shoulder.
He turned around and laughed.
"Now I see!"
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Finally, he was asleep. ChiChi had worried he'd never rest.
It was nearly midnight when she had finally opened her eyes and saw Goku above her. A soft smile had found her face upon realization, even though Goku's own countenance had been a shadowed visage, eyelids low and mouth taught. He looked so upset.
"Goku?"
"ChiChi!"
Her slender body had stirred under the covers and Goku watched, smiling, as she reached up to touch his face. His heart warmed to the satin feel of her palms and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Welcome back," he whispered.
"You look terrible," she replied, still not fully removed from her dreams. "What's wrong?"
"You were hurt," he replied, finding her hand. "I was worried."
"Goku, you never worry, especially not over me." She said it calmly, as if the truth was a very evident thing. He realized she did not see or know of the pain it had inflicted.
"Yes, I do," he whispered. Kami, he was about to cry.
"Well," she said, bringing a hand up to his tired face. "You shouldn't, I'm not worth it." Her smile was a sunrise, in a darkened desert, suddenly outlining a once invisible oasis. It had to be a mirage, for he could never deserve such warmth, such unyielding love from the woman before him.
"You're worth everything," he said. This time a tear did find its way down his cheek.
"Goku!" ChiChi reached up and embraced him, bringing his head down to her chest, his enormous body shuddering. He began to sob.
And so he had remained for some time, until ChiChi had coaxed him in to lying down by her side. However, he would not find the solace of slumber without her body carefully surrounded by his arms. She willingly obliged, feeling a contentment she had not known was missing before.
It seemed forever before his breathing found the rythmic pattern she had been waiting for.
And now he was asleep. ChiChi could only pray his dreams would be less turbulent than his thoughts, for surely he deserved some rest. She knew that the many questions her mind had acquired in the past few days could be answered soon enough. Or the matter of why she had been unconscious. All could and would be cleared up in the morning. But Goku was asleep now, and for the moment, that was all she cared to know.
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He nearly powered up before he remembered himself. This, after all, was Bulma's fight. She stepped past him, eyes dead locked on the objects of opposition. Her flickering ki was enough to warn him not to interfere.
They had been followed, more like hunted by two Silendars; snakelike beasts with scaley skin and poison tongues, however, they walked like men. The monsters were big, one nearly ten feet tall, the other a head lower. Their greenish-yellow scales glowed crimson from the light cast by Bulma's aura.
Vegeta had to control himself. He knew how nasty Silendars could be, even to a trained warrior. No creature was without his tricks and this breed had plenty up their sleeves.
Bulma seemed unabashed, standing beautiful and strong, legs partly spread, fists clenched and ready. Vegeta wondered how she had learned to stand so perfectly. Surely the flea bag couldn't have instructed her.
The Silendars hissed as most Silendars tend to do, and then released hearty laughs.
"You's sstupid, womanss, sstupid and deadss," the big one uttered.
Bulma smirked.
"You should really work on that lisp, or you'll never have any hope of getting a date."
Vegeta's face went blank and Bulma turned to him, smiling.
"Oh, come on Vegeta. I always wanted to use a corny punch line! And there was my big chance!"
"For a moment," Vegeta said. "I thought you were serious about this."
Bulma's smile diminished.
"Oh but I am."
The Silendars took her words as an opening to the fight. Tag teaming, they swooped around, nearly slithering across the ground in blinding movement. The two came at her from both sides.
Bulma had anticipated as much, and jumped in time for them to collide with one another. She flipped herself backwards and landed at the ready.
The Silendars retracted in disgust, their anger now exceptionally cued, they swooped their heads around until they saw her standing behind them.
She was faster than they at perception, and quickly jumped between the two in time for two solid kicks to the middle. The Silendars flew back in opposite directions, colliding with the Cerebic walls.
The bigger one got up first, hissing his rage. His jaw flew open as he
propelled two venomous fangs out of his gaping trap. They sliced through the air fast as bullets. Bulma had forgotten this one little ability of theirs and forced herself into a backbend in order to dodge the shot.
What commenced was that she was caught off guard by the smaller Silendar, who had recently recovered. While still bent backwards, he approached and dropped his elbow down firmly into her middle. She was smashed into the floor, hitting cold black Cerebic.
The runt Silendar stood above her, grinning his delight. His smile was soon removed as Bulma kicked around, knocking him off balance.
She was still on the floor when the bigger Silendar advanced. In quick desperation, she blasted him with her right hand, while grabbing the fallen Silendar's ank
le in her left. She tossed the smaller one against the wall, this time hearing more than scales scratching against the surface, but bones breaking underneath.
At this chance, Bulma recovered herself, jumping into a standing position. Her fists came up and she waited. It was several minutes before she realized her folly.
Vegeta laughed.
"They are dead woman, you killed them too quickly."
Her slender brows furrowed as she looked from one heap of scales to the other. Suddenly, full understanding and dissapointment set in.
"I was starting to enjoy myself," she said, brushing herself off. For some reason, the Cerebic had seemed exceptionally dirty.
"Even when you overlooked a Silendar's chief asset?"
She growled and walked forward.
"So I forgot about the fangs! It happens! I recovered."
"Oh yes, just in time for the other to pound you into the ground," he said, following her on.
"If you call that love tap of his a 'pounding', then perhaps you should go fight Mr. Satan."
"You'd better watch your words, woman."
Bulma could only laugh.
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"Goku," the whisper said, sinking into a dream of ebony and sunshine. He stirred, eyelids opening, yielding to a brighter light. Charcoal irises, warm and accepting, blinked above him. "Wake up, you'll sleep away the day."
"Mmm," he groaned, eyelids shutting against the sun. "ChiChi?"
"Who else? Now, come on Goku, you have to get up."
His vision finally focused. She was standing over him, fully dressed. Her face looked fresh and happy, nothing of the gray paleness he had encountered the night before.
Goku kept forgetting how strong ChiChi was, in comparison with other humans. Only when her temper was flared did he ever truly remember.
"What time is it?"
"Nearly 3 in the afternoon."
He groaned again. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her to him.
"Too early," he said, burying his face in her hair. She laughed and allowed him to keep her for a moment.
"Goku, no, not when Chikyuu's in danger." She eased back, sitting on the bed. He crossed his empty arms reluctantly.
"I don't care."
ChiChi's eyes snapped to his face, anger flickered in her eyes.
"What did you just say?"
"I said," he replied, sitting up uneasily. "I don't... care, not when you could be hurt."
She shook her head.
"Now you're talking nonsense. I thought it was me who hit my head last night. No Goku, you will not quit fighting over me, I won't allow it. Besides, don't be so nonsensical, it's obvious that if Chikyuu fell, so would I!"
In frustration he pounded his fist down on the bed. Box springs popped out of the matress, accompanied by a whirring of disrupted feathers. Upset over the effect his fist had made, he growled and hit his head against the headboard. It split in two.
"Well," ChiChi said, surveying the mess. "Before you return to wherever it was you went, you will go out and buy me a new bed."
He sighed, looking down in despair.
"Goku? You've never been this upset over me! Never! Why now?"
"Because, you've never been hurt before!" He looked up, his face was red in his rage. She nearly stood. Swallowing, ChiChi slid forward, placing a cool hand on his furious countenance. Slowly, his expression calmed to the usual lackadaisical grin, as he looked up at her.
"Things happen, Goku. It's just ironic, that's all. I don't even know how I hit my head, only that it hurts! How do you not know that I didn't trip? It's possible. What caused you to come, the fact that my ki faded?"
"Yes, but you didn't trip."
"Oh?"
"No," he answered, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The slaughtered bed squeaked with his movement. He rubbed his hands over his face. "One of the... enemies, Arwen. She came here in order to prepare for the battle. It's just ironic that she ended up here."
"Very odd," ChiChi said. "But that's life. Like I said before, things happen and you cannot blame yourself!"
"Can't I? I don't know. I know nothing!"
"You're only mortal, Goku. Go easy on yourself!" She rubbed his forearm, leaning in a bit. "Now, tell me what's going on, tell me everything."
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Author's Note: Hey guys! As I have been informed, this update has taken nearly 8 months and it's obviously rather NOT long at all. Well, not as long as I would have liked. Let me state a few things in my own defense and then explain what's going to be happening soon!
First of all, I attended Governor's School this summer, keeping me from posting for 6 weeks. When I returned home I had a "bitch load" of homework (sucks huh?) that had to be completed before returning to school in the fall. Once back at school, I was nominated for the Morehead Scholarship, which took up a considerable amount of my time, not to mention the fact that I have a part time job and I was on the tennis team. During this time I've also been taking a nearly entire course of AP classes. Ok, so that accounts up until Oct. Well, in October, my grandmother, who has lived within 100 feet of me my whole life, died suddenly of a brain aneurysm (I'm sure I didn't spell that right). So far, that's been the hardest thing I've ever had to compete with in my entire life. Afterwards, when I had fully recovered from being depressed, I got VERY ill. I was out of school for an entire week. Ok, so that accounts until December. Then, when I was well, Christmas shopping, overtime at work, midterm exams, etc... SO!!! Merry Christmas, I apologize for the inconvenience and I also give you my assurance that I will never be slack with updates again. Last night I read fully through my previous story of Chimera and to my chagrin, realized that I have interjected several errors within the entirety of the work. Oh well, it happens. I took notes of several constants, (considering this is such a long work) and assure you the mistakes I have made will be fewer. A few noticeable ones were changed names (Gangus to Gangesh) (Lord and Experior to Lord and Emperior) (Earth-Chikyuu) A few instances occured accidentally. I apologize sincerely. If it were a complete work, submitted in an entirety, this would not happen. However, as of late, I had been relying on a memory of a work started nearly two years ago.
So, if you notice any errors, please notify me! Other than that, I promise a new chapter in a week or less! If not, puh-lease boycott my reviews! =-D
Much luv
That is all~JZero