My Immortal

By: Cabalistic

Disclaimer: ...i can barely keep up with a fanfic what makes you think i own dbz...

Chapter 21 Final Battle part 1

"Bulma!" Vegeta yelled, in hopes of somehow waking her up. She didn't stir and he noticed a bruise forming on her left temple, where a strike had landed, knocking the fragile woman out. A bead of blood trickle from her barely open lips. "You bastard!" He yelled at the icejin, who was laughing like a madman.

Freiza smiled with sinister gentleness as he said in a voice sounding as elusive as slime, "Now, now, Vegeta, mind that voice of yours or else someone's going to be taking a dive."

"Let go of her now!" Vegeta shouted, aiming his hand for a shot at the monster that caused him a lifetime's pain. A gentle moan escaped Bulma's lips as Freiza's grip on her wrist slipped. "Oops, butterfingers," The lizard said, feigning to be surprised and laughed as the Orgathan woman plunged into the water, open in the ice. Vegeta roared in anger, but held back, looking like a proud lion with a spear and its side, tossing his head and clenching his fists, bearing his teeth in frustration and utter helplessness. Vegeta's eyes flashed around the room, recalling it. The Room of Torture, the last thing that some creatures ever saw were the chains that connected them as they were beaten away into a pulp. Of course, the perfect place for me to die, he thought sarcastically.

The thing Bulma was now sinking it was deep, deeper than any water she had ever seen before. Not to mention it was black as ink, black as darkness because of the poisonous chemicals mixed in it. Vegeta wagered that she as an Orgathan could last maybe five minutes down there.

Then again, the others hadn't come through the gagging substance yet. But if he left them alone, they would get caught and tortured, inexperienced with Freiza's methods as they were. Vegetsa and Korn already experienced years of torture through Freiza—the last thing they needed was a reminder.

Yet Bulma's life was at stake. She was not immortal and she could not swim. Orgathans were unable to have the ability to swim for their chi level was too great to float in water. Once again, Fate was against him.

His thoughts spun through his head as he glared at the monster in front of him. There was Freiza to consider as well, he had his chance to kill him right there. As a saiyan, it was his duty to stay and fight.

His heart tore him in the other direction. Bulma! He almost jumped into the pool. It took all of his willpower to strain himself to stay with both feet on the ground. His thoughts screamed at his heart. You are the prince of saiyans! When have you cared for some damned bitch! Vegeta gritted his teeth. I love her, I need her! A vein pulsed on his forehead as his thoughts churned around him.

Logic screamed at him. Think of your race and position! Your father would be ashamed of you! Saiyans don't have feelings!

A bursting sound came from behind him, like a hatchling separating itself from the membrane. Sticky and a mess, Korn stood behind him, emerging with a gasp. Her violet eyes widened at the sight of Freiza. "YOU." She seethed, pointing a metallic finger at the monster. "YOU TOOK AWAY MY LIFE YOU MONSTER!" The metal screeching seeped back into her voice as her eyes went mad with rage. Power sapped around her hands, making the room flicker from her intense power.

Another bursting sound sapped when Vegetsa emerged, gasping, covered in the clear membrane from her genetically altered power. "Basssstard." She hissed when she saw Freiza. He saw Kakarot's feet hanging waist-down from the ceiling behind her, kicking frantically to break free. Any other time he would have made a sarcastic remark about the saiyan's stupidity but this wasn't the time.

"Go, Vegeta." Vegetsa snapped, clenching her fists. "We're taking him head on." The look of bloodlust in her eyes scared him for a moment. My sister…is no longer my sister, the thought flashed through his mind.

Vegeta didn't hesitate and suddenly a new part of him took over, almost like a second being living within him. He didn't stop to think, to pause or even to consider his actions. The next thing he knew, he was diving into the water and it was pitch black… without a second thought.

Trunks' head spun as he landed on the ground, his entire body going numb. He grayed out for a minute then returned, groggy as ever. He looked down at his fists and saw blood. Blood… he had never seen so much in his life… Black and red, thick and oozing from his cuts and bruises. He thought was going to die because it hurt so much, almost like his body was being torn in half.

His foggy vision saw Malui, hovering above him, laughing like it was the funniest joke he ever saw. "Look you pathetic child! Look at the Lea'ohtos power!" He saw him repeatedly look over to where Freiza sat. And suddenly, the lizard-monster was gone.

Instantly Malui flew over to him and Trunks stiffened as the Lea'ohto leaned down and said, "Hurry, you must come with me. Quickly. Before Freiza comes back." The Lea'ohto's expression had completely changed from bloodlust into dead-seriousness and concern.

At first Trunks thought it was a trap so he didn't let his guard down. He jumped to his feet, pulled back his fist for another punch and Malui caught it before it hit him. His expression was annoyed. "Are you deaf, Lea'ohto?" He hissed impatiently.

"I'm not deaf or naive" Trunks snapped back at him, drawing his fist back for another hit. "Celi." Malui didn't answer him, nodding to someone in the corner. A young girl emerged, probably a little older than he was. Her silvery-blue hair was tied in a simple pony-tail and she wore a black robe. She murmured some words he recognized in Orgathan and he was healed, miraculously. He rubbed his aching joints, amazed her power. His senses quickly returned to him. "What trick are you trying to pull?" He snapped angrily at the both of them.

Celi, apparently that was what he called her, said, "We're Lea'ohtos just like you. You have to come with us. We're trying to kill him." She fiddled with her hair and said, "I'm Malui's sister…half-sister really." She shrugged amiably. "Sister all the same," Malui corrected her, a grim smile fixed on his face.

Trunks looked at them. "So you're on my side?" Malui looked annoyed again and Celi glanced at her brother. "You are our leader," she said slowly. Trunks looked stunned. "I am!" A look of mischievous glee came over his face as Malui glared at him, bringing him back to reality. "What do you mean?"

Celi fiddled with her fingers, trying to come up with an explanation. "You've met yourself, from the future in hell. He told you to bring you back, right?" She sent him a sideways look. Trunks nodded, still clearly confused. "Right…" "He is our leader, leader of the Lea'ohtos." She continued, overrunning Trunks' questions. "Your future self has found a way to destroy Freiza and he is the only one who can do it, other than…" Her voice came to a complete stop.

Trunks' head spun with the information as he said in a hoarse voice, "Other than who?"

"Your father," Malui said coldly, his eyes blanking out at the word. Celi flinched visibly. "My father!" Trunks cried out. "Who is he? Is he alive?"

Malui spoke slowly fixing Trunks with a grim gaze, "He is alive…"

"Do you know him?" Trunks' face of excitement and childish innocence made Celi offer him a sympathetic smile. She dug her hands into her elbows to keep the cold from reaching her and looking hopelessly at Malui. Malui exchanged glances with her as he said slowly, "I truly wish I wasn't the one telling you this, Trunks."

"Why not?" Trunks demanded. Malui instantly became annoyed once more. "You are forever flowing in questions, aren't you, boy?" He snapped at him.

Celi made a harsh sound that sounded like a hiss on her lips. Malui stopped and nodded to her, as though they were sending each other messages through their minds. "Your father," Celi said slowly, "goes by the name of Vegeta."

Bulma knew it was dark. She knew she was falling in the shadows. Her thoughts churned inside of her head as her feet kicked the water gently, not with the force she had anymore. Must…tell…them…truth…

Poisonous liquid entered her lungs and stomach. She was falling. In him. In the truth.

But he didn't care for her. He had no love for her. Was it a lie? Vegeta… When you're falling for a long time, the impact of your fall is more harder than if you fell a short distance. Bulma knew that years ago and yet here again she was falling once more in the same trap.

Her blue hair waved around her head like majestic wings. Maybe it's better if I slowly wipe myself away from this earth… Her eyes closed from the inky blackness before her, her eyes burning from the liquid that skimmed against their orbs then opened her eyes again. Her sapphire orbs screamed in pain, burning with the effort. It was cloudy, thick and almost with the appearance of ash. The air was exploding from her, wrenching from her chest as she fought to live. It felt like a claw forming around her chest.

She kicked against the chain, against the weight that towed her deeper into the unseen waters. She wondered how deep the water was, but honestly, she didn't want to find out. Let me breathe, she screamed in her mind, let me get one last breath of air! She kicked frantically against the chains.

A figure came in the darkness, swimming towards her. Vegeta? She smiled excitedly from the blurred waters. The figure had seen her and began swimming in her direction. Save me… Slowly as the figure approached her, she realized that it was no human being.

Leviathan! Her mind screamed. The species of underwater monster-like whales-sharks were thought to be extinct. Freiza being the bastard he is had to get one, she thought bitterly. "Gigara!" She tried to scream. Nothing came out but choking black liquid entered her lungs.

The leviathan began churning the water. She could see its torpedo-shaped body heading her way with the speed that would blow her into the next country. Its black-blue eyes had her locked as its target. The creature was made with four fins tucked away at its sides. Through the blurry darkness, she made out the gray line coming in her direction as she sunk down further and further…

Fate save me… She felt her eyes widen and burn with new pain as more water skimmed against her eyes. Gigara! Her thoughts screamed, the blue chi beam shooting from her hands and into the creature. It let out a screech and slunk back into the cloudy darkness, away from her view.

Bulma wasn't sure if it had gone or not, but most likely was staying somewhere in the shadows, looking for the right moment to attack her. Twisting her body down in an odd angle, she tried again, Gigara! The blue chi beam shot against the weight and…repelled?

The beam reflected off the weight and shot off into the darkness, up towards the surface. Someone will see that and help me, her thoughts said hopefully. Her sinking stomach told her otherwise.

Vegeta dodged the beam just in time just as it flared out of his direction. That's Bulma's gigara, he thought, recognizing the blue chi. Hearing the intense screech, Vegeta could only expect that Frieza had one of his demented monsters down here. Just what I need, he thought bitterly.

He straightened his body like an arrow and slid through the cold waters, skimming through the black liquid. I can barely see through this shit… he complained in his mind. He cupped his hands like paddles and made a few more desperate strokes under water. A muffled scream echoed through the waters.

Vegeta bent his body and shot through the waters, stroking gracefully through the black.

He came into view of Bulma, pulling frantically at the weight in her foot. Her eyes were dulling and her movements became sluggish. She opened her mouth and blood floated upward. Damn, this shit is poison! He growled to himself.

"Bulma!" He tried to say, forgetting he was in water. It came out as "Buluh-bah". She turned her eyes in the direction of the contorted sound. Her eyes widened and she pointed at him, her mouth opened in a silent scream.

And the woman is grateful for me coming to rescue her, he thought sarcastically as he began swimming in her direction. Her mouth opened again and she covered her mouth, pointing at him again. Suddenly a sharp ram was heard behind him, and he crumpled over in the water.

Blood…everywhere…blood, red blood settling around him like a misty scarlet aura. Is it my blood? He wondered. His back felt shredded and raw, vulnerable to touch. He turned his head slowly, to stop the ringing in the back of his mind. Damn! His black eyes widened. A leviathan! Pain grabbed hold of his body and he choked up a mouthful of blood.

The first thing that crossed his mind was not to fight the creature but Bulma's safety. He swam to her frantically, cursing at his damn emotions all the while. Her eyes were closed and her body was going limp, hanging against the chain as it anchored her lower and lower into the water.

Her eyes snapped open. She covered her mouth and he saw her grimace at the taste of blood as it entered her.

Blinking in the foggy liquid, she pointed behind him again, this time smart enough to keep her mouth closed. Her eyes were dancing with fright as a blue beam shot from her hands and into the creature.

The torpedo-shaped monster let out another screech as it veered backward and out of sight—for now.

Vegeta's hand flattened and cut diagonally across the chain, shattering through the silence. Another screech followed that and he turned to see the leviathan headed their way.

His hand formed a golden ki disk in his hand as he flicked it across the waters, watching it hit the creature, sending it screeching and sprawling in another direction. He caught a glimpse of tentacles as they opened from the sleek slides and protectively covered the animal again.

He grabbed the limp Bulma in his arms and shot through the waters again. Another metallic screech followed him. A tentacle caught his foot with an iron grip and grew, catching all over him, each tentacle wrapping around him in flexible arms of steel. He was forced to stop, otherwise tear his foot off. He turned to see the leviathan…in its true form.

Damn it.

Korn spat out a mouthful of blood on to the floor. Her legs trembled with the effort to remain standing. Vegetsa leaned heavily against a wall for support, slowly growing new limbs.

Last we fought him, Korn thought to herself, he was much weaker. Where did he get so much power…?

Vegetsa glanced back up at Kakarot's body; he had finally given up kicking and now was just hanging limply from the ceiling. She could barely make out his shoulders. She ran her fingers through her short black hair, letting out a few ragged breaths. This is…impossible.

Still, Freiza stood in the middle of the room, examining his fingernails with exaggerated boredom.

It's as though he were toying with us! Vegetsa growled at the thought.

Korn got the idea and gritted her lower metallic jaw.

Vegetsa stood and dove at him, her hooked elbows aimed at his head. Korn dove in for an attack as well, her claws stretched out like a cat's.

In a sudden quick movement, Vegetsa found herself on the ground, letting out a howl of pain. My back…! She caught a glimpse of her wings uselessly lying on the floor. Her back felt raw…and vulnerable.

"I gave you these wings, Vegetsa. And this is how you pay me back?" She hated how he drawled her name out so easily, like saying servant rather than her name.

Suddenly he was there, and then he wasn't. Korn was letting out a metallic screech as the fin in her back was torn out of her spine. She fell on the floor, writhing in pain, clawing at the tiled floor.

Vegetsa watched helplessly, feeling her life's blood pour around her like a endless pool, hovering over her body like an aura that smelled of rust and sweat. Her vision was fading from her as well as her energy and she thought she saw a recognizable flash of an orange gi right before the darkness claimed her.

Trunks was silent, like the shell of the boy he was moments ago. Celi glanced at him then back at her brother, then back at him again. Rushing down the hallways of the familiar labyrinths of walls, Trunks only meekly following them, still soaking into the truth.

My father is a monster.

To be torn apart by the single statement, to know that your blood that flowed through your veins and gave you life came from a man that took away your heritage. That poisoned your history, your family line.

To know you were born of a demon.

That was the worst thing that could happen.

To know that you could actually become the thing that created you.

A monster.

To come out not as a purebred but a mutt, a Lea'ohto. To some, they didn't even have the right to call themselves humans. They were just freaks, half of a half. Mixed combinations of feuding nations.

Now she felt a source of kinship to the Lea'ohto but there was no time to connect.

Malui didn't share his sister's sympathetic heart. He didn't glance back once, only to bark at them to run faster. Her impatient older brother had witnessed death in its face, see his life become a lie in front of him and watch grown men scream in agony as their entrails were pulled out of them.

Sympathy was nothing to him, there was no such thing as sympathy in his world.

Grimly, Celi sprinted to catch up to her brother.

Trunks didn't say anything, only following like a dog, his eyes downcast and averted. Whenever she tried to start a conversation with him, he didn't respond, or only weakly nod.

But she had to understand at the same time.

When you learn the truth, all you want to do is shrink until you become nothing at all.

A/N: OMG! aggh! Four pages and I did it in like what...four monthes-ish! Agh! I'm so sorry! I've been so busy with school and life I couldn't update for a long time.
...yeah and when I finally do update, you get a cliffie!
YAAAY CLIFFIES!