My Immortal

By: Cabalistic

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Chapter 16

Apparently, Chibi Trunks was mistaken. Malui was not in the captivity room or anywhere near him. In fact, he was quite miles away.

He was standing near a well. He ground his sword into the dusty dirt road. His pale hands grasped the golden handle, half-covered by his blue sleeves of his light armor, for swiftness. Malui growled and hissed in the darkness impatiently. He ran his hand through his blue hair, nervously.

A covered figure in a brown cloak appeared swiftly. She uncovered her hood and shook her head of silvery-blue hair, revealing the youthful face of Celi. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her lips were fixed into a scowl as they listened with their intense hearing in the darkness for anyone who approached. Malui fingered a golden arrow at his side and Celi had a white dart held in three fingers.

Yet, there was no poor victim there.

They relaxed a bit but did not put away their weapons. "Brother." Celi said quietly, almost in pleading. "How does our," she strained to say the word, "uncle... fare?"

Malui pinched his lips together tightly at the title but said sourly, "He fares fine. But his power is no longer increasing." She nodded, wisely for her age.

A figure in the shadows appeared silently in the darkness. He added, "Then he is no longer a threat?"

The siblings could not see him but by his voice they knew who he was. His voice was clearly youthful yet hung with something hidden in his voice. Malui nodded, "We'll free the remaining Lea'ohtos trapped in his cells."

The person said nothing but looked inquiringly at Celi, the young but powerful prophetess. She closed her light blue eyes tightly and whispered hoarsely, "Two figures ride in the mist and among four more. Each appears to be an enemy but we are a greater threat to them than Freiza. They will join us and we to them."

The shadow recoiled and Malui frowned. They were not used to welcoming the pure breeds with open arms. The two had experienced more pain than that of Celi, adapting the name 'outsiders'.

Malui scowled horribly, causing dark lines running into the handsome features of his face, "I do not like joining forces with pures, Celi."

Celi wrung her slender, pale hands in front of her and said meekly, "Fate whispered the words to me. She would not lie to her prophetess, would she?"

The two older ones did not say anything. Malui spoke up, "I will free the Lea'ohtos from the binds of Freiza."

The figure nodded and spoke swiftly without hesitation, "I will retrieve the ones who have scattered."

Celi pressed her lips together and said, smiling slightly, "I'll gain our friends' trust."

"Agreed." They all said simply before disappearing into the darkness.

"Vegeta!" Bulma whispered hoarsely, stunned. Goku didn't say anything, his eyes bulging out of his head. He still, unconsciously, clutched Bulma by the forearms, yet Vegeta noticed plainly.

He narrowed his eyes, squinted, as if seeing he wasn't mad, then scowled as he realized the truth, harsh lines running into his face. "Kakarot..." he hissed darkly. "I do not like when you hold my woman like that."

Goku dropped her arms but still Vegeta sensed a horrible... togetherness around them. Like Goku was embracing her with his mind.

They shook out of their frozen ice and Bulma ran towards him. Her arms were tight around him and he limply held his around her waist. He glared at Goku over her shoulder who held his gaze but fell back a step. Vegeta mouthed the words I'll kill you.

Bulma's breath was coming out in thick sobs, her icy tears stinging into his shoulder. "Oh Fate..." She choked, looking up at him. "You're alive!"

Vegeta smirked and said, "That's not all woman." He burrowed into his new strength, and a spark sent a shimmering light to shock through his body. Vegeta smirked, pleased, as the sky grew darker and lightning flashed. Clouds gathered thickly in groups.

Goku backed away and Bulma looked terrified, but Vegeta found himself laughing loudly. His black eyes gave a spark and suddenly went a ghastly white. His black hair rippled in the wind. Then his body gave off such a bright light that Bulma had to cover her eyes. She felt Goku slip a protective arm around her shoulders.

Thunder crashed closely and lightning flared. A huge streak of light suddenly came upon them and Bulma screamed in fear. It came to Vegeta like it was attracted to him.

"Oh Fate!" She screamed, voice being lost in the noise.

It thundered to the ground where he was and he wasn't visible in the light. But if Bulma listened hard enough she could see hear him laughing.

The sky cleared up first. Then the light slowly faded away. She squinted, hand over her blue shining eyes of concern. Bulma gasped in fright of what she saw and squeezed Goku's hand who squeezed back.

A shining aura of gold surrounded his body, as if a bit of lightning was still surrounding him. His sly green eyes glittered back at her. His jet black hair had transformed into a shining yellow spikes above his head.

He spoke, but his voice had a new edge like a tougher streak, "The kiss was the spell that awakened the immortality. I am immortal, princess." His gaze didn't change towards her but the area around his eyes softened, making Bulma want to cry.

Bulma knew. He was immortal. She was not. He'd live forever. She would not.

Goku, however, looked clueless about the entire conversation.

Chibi Trunks struggled in the ki chains holding him in place. He sighed. They were impossible to break. Goten was sleeping but he had this dazed, relaxed expression that told Trunks they were both drugged. He couldn't remember the magik words.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to sort things out. He winced when he heard a rat skitter across the floor. Trunk's mind felt like a tangled knot that he couldn't untangle.

He narrowed his eyes at the door as it opened with the jangle of keys.

Cold blue eyes looked down at him, Trunks felt like a blade was drawing down his backbone. The figure towered higher above his head as the door cluttered shut behind him.

He heard Mirai's words in his head, That's Malui. Be cautious. Trunks put on his guard.

Malui was a handsome figure, if you weren't seeing it from Trunks' point of view. Icy blue eyes with azure hair pulled back. His lip set in a snarl. "Well," He said coldly, brushing his hair back, "you two are the troublemakers the guards kept grumbling about. You caused Freiza a great deal of headaches."

Trunks spat angrily, "Good. I wish him many more and for the ground to swallow him whole."

Malui narrowed his eyes at him but carelessly brushed it away. "You are a Lea'ohto, are you not?"

Trunks thought about it. The mixed form of other pure blooded breeds. Well, his mother always told him his father was a saiyan and she was an Orgathan, so he guessed he was one, even though the thought never came to mind.

He glanced at the snoring Goten. Goten must have been as well, for his power seemed melded with something else. Saiyan... and Orgathan? He sensed it in his blood but who was it? Did he know the mother?

Trunks shook his head and decided to ask him later. "I am." He grumbled, scraping some dirt off a stone on the wall.

Malui narrowed his blue eyes again and his lips tilted up into a smirk. Trunks put on his guard again, ready for anything. "You are young for your age, Lea'ohto. Very wise as well. Too confident for your own good, however." He motioned at Goten and said swiftly, "He is one as well, no?" Trunks said slowly, "I never asked."

Malui didn't answer.

The day was wet and heavy with moisture. The clouds were gathering quickly into black hovering beings in the sky. Trunks suspected they were in for heavy downpour. The wind whistled high into the tower.

Trunks shivered, but it didn't come from the cold.

Malui looked at him and said in a cold voice, "I came to visit so I could see your power level." Trunks felt horror rising in his throat like bile. Malui smirked when he saw Trunks' reaction.

"That's right, I've been assigned to kill you and your petty friend."

A/N: Okay. I'm sorry about the LOOONG wait. Because of all the finals in school and everything and then they changed the site and I didn't know how to work the thing.

Finally I got it on!

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What's coming up: (usually I don't do this so be happy) The delay o fGoku and Vegeta'sbattle with Freiza and their union of two familiar former allies.