Hey! I'm Kill-
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Chapter 2. Those best left forgotten. . . .
"Forget about 'em." Murmured a light, female voice behind me.
"Oh, hello Heather." I said to her. Heather was a close friend of Vegeta's, she had long, silky brown-gray hair to the middle of her back, she also didn't wrap her tail around her waist like other saiyans. Neither did I. That was one of the first things I really noticed about her.
"They weren't really worth it."
"They've changed . . . ."
"Maybe you've just seen the difference between a fighter and a warrior."
I pondered over the thought as she walked away. Y'know, maybe she was right. It was never meant to be . . . .
And y'know what? Thank GOD. Because they were the whiniest bleaghs I've ever met! They watched me and Vegeta go down like that! I came here to help them! And that was the thanks I got? I clenched my fists. They just stood there 'cuz they were afraid. But so was everyone else fighting! See? That's the difference between being scared and being a coward!
Freeza was right, they were weak, I told them that when I escorted them to West City. Their damn "martial arts" asses did jack-shit! As I said a blinded saiyan can't fight, they're the reason he's blind now!
"Whisty!" I called out. "What?" came the reply. She ran up to me brushed her dark brown hair off of her face. She was another saiyan Freeza trained, but she had been there as long as Vegeta, they were his prized pupils.
"Have you seen Lucas?"
"No."
"Damn."
"Why?" I looked at her, trying to lift the mood up a little and said, "He owes me and Vegeta 20 bucks each."
Whisty chuckled softly under her breath, and I just stood there. It was so freakin' weird, I just fought the toughest battle of my life, and here I was, just taking a stroll down memory lane.
Honestly, I hope Lucas is okay, (if you meet Lucas, you would find that hard to believe). He's annoying, just plain retarded, and did I say annoying? He looks like a little emo kid. Pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny build and jet-black hair, still in high school, SHOULD be in pre-K.
But hey, he's nice . . . most of the time.
Damn them, they were never like this. ANYTHING my old master Roshi would've taught me would never've prepared me for something like this.
"They were called 'Z-fighters', not 'Z-warriors.'" I mumbled grudgingly aloud. Did I really not care for my old friends? No. I pushed the thought away. They watched as Vegeta was mauled and blinded by a big hurling invader. . . and as I was attacked by a group of them. They never trusted Vegeta, at least they had an excuse for that, but ME?
They'd been my friends as long as I could remember, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotuz watched, they WATCHED me go down! Piccolo wasn't there, neither was Trunks, Gohan, or Goten. I KNOW they wouldn'tve watch their own fathers go down like that. Piccolo would've helped us too.
They mean nothing to me, NOTHING. But still, should I forget them so easily . . . ?
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