Chapter 26
Trunks laid Massacre down on the sofa. He then asked his mother, and Goten, to get some water and a rag. Piccolo walked over to the window and tried to concentrate on the battle being waged at the lookout. Krillin then walked in the door, rushing to Trunks' side.
"Where's Goku? What's going on?" he asked.
Trunks turned to him with a grim look.
"I'm afraid it isn't too good, Krillin," Trunks replied.
As Trunks relayed the events of the past few days, Piccolo concentrated on the battle at hand up on the lookout. He could sense neither Goku or Vegeta. Instead he sensed a new fighter. This new revelation caused the Namek to grin. With those two fused, the earth stood alot better chance of not being destroyed. It was a fact, that Piccolo was comfortable with. But he also knew that Fusion had it's drawbacks. One notably that if they were both Super Saiyan 4, the fusion wouldn't last as long. Ten minutes in fact. And Piccolo hoped that they would be able to do the job in that amount of time.
"And now they are fighting on the lookout, and Buu, Superman, and Gohan stayed behind." Trunks said as he finished his explanation.
Krillin looked on in shock.
"Wow, Vegeta and Goku sure have a hell of a fight on thier hands then." Krillin replied.
Just then, Videl, and Chi-Chi came in with a bowl of water and a rag. Bulma walked in through the back door, and rushed to her son's side.
"Oh thank goodness you're all right!" Bulma said.
Trunks blushed and then turned his attention back to Massacre.
"Oh my god," Bulma said in surprise, "What happened to her?"
Bulma took another rag out of her purse and put it in the water and started to clean her face. Trunks looked at her with surprise. Bulma looked back at him and just smiled.
"I'm sure she fought her hardest Trunks." Bulma said sincerely.
Trunks just blushed and continued to pat the cloth on her face and just stared at her. Massacre's face was covered in bruises and cuts. Her outfit was even worse than her face, and in every place there wasn't cloth, there was cuts, scrapes and bruises. Blood trickled down a few of them, some of it dried in place holding what fabric there was around the wound left. Every once in a while, Massacre would wince when the cold cloth would hit a realy serious wound. Trunks would wince too, and then take the cloth and brush it on her forehead again.
"Don't worry Trunks," Krillin stated, "she'll be okay."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Krillin got up and walked over to the door to answer it. But there was a voice that came before he could get to the door.
"Please hurry, we must get to Massacre before she dies." The voice said calmly.
Krillin opened the door and let them come in. The figures came in and walked into the house, as if they knew where they were going. Then Krillin noticed that they all had wings. One of them, he swore looked like the actor Alan Rickman. The winged being, as if he heard what Krillin had thought, shook his head and groaned.
"You try to pick one persona, one that people would be comfortable with, and then the person goes and get's famous." The winged person said.
The winged visitors, there were three of them, one of them had black wings, while the rest had white, walked and then gently pulled Trunks and Bulma from Massacre's lifeless form. Then they turned around and addressed them all.
"As you might have already guessed, we are angels," said the leader, with a heavy british accent.
Krillin rubbed his eyes and checked his ears. He wanted to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, and heard correctly.
"Did you just say you were angels?" Krillin asked.
The one who looked like Alan Rickman, nodded.
"Yes, and if you didn't believe me, well here is a clue." He replied.
All of them spread their massive wings, including the one with black wings.
Bulma looked on and then narrowed her eyes.
"If you're all angels, then why does he have black wings?" She asked.
The one with black wings looked at her and winked. Bulma shivered like she had never shivered before. For some reason, it made her feel sick, despite his good looks.
"That's because he is a fallen angel. One of the damned." The lead angel replied.
"That's right, I'm just one of the ones who didn't like management." The outcast angel said.
Everyone looked on rather stupefied, and in shock at what they just heard. The angels however just knelt and pulled out several books and items. None of the Z-Fighters or thier friends could understand what was being said. But Trunk's was worried. But he let them do thier work, and watched from the side lines. Massacre's body rose in the air, and there was a great light surrounding her. The angel's chant started to get louder, and then, there was a flash, and Massacre was no longer laying down. She was floating as if she were standing, her hair floating, her eyes were red, and her sword in one hand. Her bruises and cuts gone, as if they never existed. It was a such a display of power, that Piccolo turned to watch. It was a ceremony he hadn't seen in a few hundred years.
"Now, arise, Avatar of Massacre," The dark winged angel said.
There was a flash from Massacre's body, and her head tilted back and light came out from her mouth and eyes. The flash and her awakening powers started to shake the whole ground. Massacre's energy started to appear around her, and she started to yell. The angels bowed and stepped away as there was a final flash of light, and then Massacre slowly floated back down to the ground. Her head drooped in front of her, and her sword arm fell to her side along with the other one. Massacre then looked up, her energy still flowing around her, still causing her air to float up slightly. She looked at Piccolo, nodded, and then at Gohan, and then to Trunks. She floated over to him, placed a hand on his cheek and lightly caressed it.
"You, I..I...I know you, I...love...you." Massacre said in a godlike tone.
The voice made all of them shiver, and then she turned to the Metatron, she bowed, and then looked up and snarled at him.
"The Voice of God, I do your bidding," she said in an disgusted tone.
The Metatron noded to her, and then gave a signal to rise.
"Why have you awoken me?" Massacre said in an angry godlike voice.
Metatron looked at his fellow angels, and shrugged, while shaking a litle bit. He knew all to well what she would do if she didn't remember her past. The resurrection wasn't complete unless she alowed herself to remember. He motioned over to Trunks.
"He loves you, and needs you, as well as this planet does." Metatron explained.
It was the only explanation he had, and he didn't want to do anything to upset her. Massacre turned back to Trunks, and just stared into his eyes. It gave him the chills, mainly cause her eyes were completely red. There were no iris, or anything, just a red glow where her iris or pupil, or even the white part of the eyes were supposed to be. Massacre examined his eyes, trying to find something she must have thought was there. She then whipped around and thrust her sword towards Metatron's face.
"I love him, but there is no love in his eyes, he does not return it. His eyes are empty, you lie to me Metatron!" Massacre yelled.
Trunks looked at his mother, who in turn looked at the Metatron.
"She doesn't remember anything? She doesn't remember the fight, or why she was here?" Bulma asked.
The black winged angel turne to Bulma and replied.
"She doesn't remember, because she died, and we had to bring her back an ancient way. We had to completely rebuild her. We tried to salvage her memories, but wether she wants to remember is up to her. If it was too painfull for her, she may just go back to being the way she was when we created her from a dead soul." The angel explained.
Trunks was getting tense, and his anger was rising. He risked his life for her, and even went to Hell itself for help to save her, and she didn't want to remember it? It was enough to drive Trunks to yell and power up from the anger. This caused Massacre to let her grip of her sword and watch Trunks' display of power.
"I risk my life for you, I travel to HELL and back, and then I sacrifice my entire being. All for you, and you don't even remember? How much did I realy mean to you huh?" Trunks shouted.
Massacre looked at him, shock all over her face. She started to power down, and her head fell to her chest. She dropped her sword, and she fell to her knees. Trunks immediately powered down, and rushed to her. Holding her face to his chest as she cried. She looked up at him, and then noticed everyone there, including the angels. She looked at Trunks again, and then put a finger to his mouth.
"Shhh...it's okay now, I remember, and I love you." Massacre said as she embraced him.
Metatron looked on for a moment and then cleared his throat.
"Well, I think things here are under controll, come, we must be going." he said.
Massacre stopped him by pulling on his wing, and looked up at him.
"Thank you," she said.
Metatron looked back at her lovingly and then shruged.
"Don't thank me, it wasn't my idea, thank the dark angel in the rear." he said.
Massacre looked back at the dark winged angel, and just smiled.
"Thanks Crowly, I appreciate it." she said with a smile.
Crowly came up to her, knelt on the ground and put his hand in her hair, and ruffed it.
"Now, come on. If you died, Aziraphale would never let me live it down, and living with him is hard enough as it is. Besides, your his bridesmaid." Crowly said with a grin.
Massacre smiled and laughed. She shook his hand, and let him get up. Trunks grabbed Crowly's hand and looked up at him.
"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me." Trunks said.
Crowly just smiled and continued out of the room.
They all sat there, Trunks and Massacre kneeling together, as they contemplated the events that unfolded. Piccolo turned back to the window and shut his eyes. The battle was still raging on
