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Disgusting was the only thought Trunks had as he walked down the paved street. The cobblestone felt hard and uneven to his feet as he walked with the crowd. Identical looking house lined the streets for as far as he could see. The humans had tried in vain to make their own house or shop different from each other with different paints, gardens, and the like. How is it such a hostile race could be so boring?
Trunks took in a deep breath. It had been a solid week before they had arrived in this Kami-forsaken land. When the Saiyans were defeated, the humans had immediately carved out a section of the eastern frontier to call their own as they wiped out the remaining Saiyans on the western front. After clearing out all signs of Saiyan civilization, they built settlements to ensure that they had a "legitimate" reason for staying on the planet. If Trunks had it his way, all traces of human activity would've been wiped out a long time ago.
He continued with his mission. It wasn't supposed to be an information-gathering thing, but he was on the look out for possible means of gathering some. If he ran into anything of interest, he would store it in his memory to tell the others. So far, he had been fruitless.
In order to blend in with the humans, Goten had stolen some human clothing for the three of them to wear. If only that baka would've stolen something more comfortable, his pants were riding up uncomfortably. The black pant he wore were just another inconvenience along with his black shirt and purple jacket. To add insult to injury, he had to hide his tail underneath the foreign garb. The things he did for his people.
However, he was almost done. Just one more section of the settlement to observe and he could get the hell out of dodge. His impatience was almost getting the better of him. Taking a quick look around, he noticed that this section of the town was different from the rest. On one side of the street the same old, same old buildings he had already seen were in precise order; however, the other side was much more interesting. To his left, a low fancy metal fence lined the street side, the fresh manicured grass showing off its majesty to all observers. But it wasn't the grass that caught Trunks' attention. It was the line of stakes sticking out of the ground that had him so captivated for each stake had a head on top of it, dried blood coloring the pole beneath it.
Those heads were Saiyan heads.
Trunks almost lost his breakfast looking at the grotesque sight. Apparently his sickness was obvious since a kind old man, his semi-bald head with the remains of his white hair decorating it and rather dirty clothing approached him. "I know how you feel sonny," the old man said. "Not the most handsome creatures around, are they?"
If Trunks could've killed the man he would've. How could this man be so callous to these desecrated men? Just another reason to wipe the humans from existence.
Putting on a fake smile, he reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, filthy bastards aren't they?"
The old man chuckled. "If you hang around a few more minutes, you'll see the latest batch of those barbarians' heads. Don't know why they insist on wasting the land for it, but it gives us hope that we can get rid of this Saiyan plague."
'Where the hell does this man get off calling me a plague?' Trunks thought, seething the entire time. He'd have to take this man for a walk in the woods very soon, one he'd never come back from.
As he continued his "conversation" with the old man, officials followed by guards holding stake and a head each walked upon the lawn. As the crowd began to crowd around the fence to see the newest batch of Saiyan heads, one of the officials made a brief speech about the successful campaign in the western frontier. One by one, the guards stuck their stakes into the ground, pushing them about an inch further into the ground to insure their steadiness before slamming the bodiless heads onto the stakes.
Anger was welling up throughout Trunks' body. If this madness didn't stop, he would have to put an end to this pitiful village once and for all. However, his rage was dramatically reduced as he saw one of the heads. Before him, perched on a stake was the head of Spinak. Horror consumed him as he stared at Spinak's lifeless eyes. How did they get him? Trunks could've sworn that Gohan and Turles had killed off all of his pursuers. And judging from the distance between the cave and this village, he must have just been caught after they left him to fend for himself. A sickening feeling welled up inside him. This was too much.
Pushing past the spectators, Trunks removed himself from the spectacle that had captivated the humans. What kind of sick race were these people? Reaching what appeared to be a waste container, Trunks vomited into it, ridding his system of the vile feelings building up within him. He had to get out of the village now.
Unbeknownst to the Saiyan, two humans had observed his reaction to the "show." One of the humans, a boy with long blond hair that reached to his shoulder blades and arrogant brown eyes watched in disgust. "Looks like that 'cutie' of yours can't stand a little blood."
The smaller of the two, a girl with short blond hair and light blue eyes, slapped the boy on his arm. "That doesn't matter. He must be one of the newbie's from Earth. You of all people should be critical of him. When you first got here, you fainted when they lifted the heads."
The boy stiffened. "That was the only time, Erasa. Will you ever drop that?"
Erasa grinned. "Nope!"
The boy shook his head before taking another look at the vomiting youth, only to discover that the boy had disappeared. "Looks like your dream boy's flown the coup," he observed.
Erasa started looking all around, failing to find her object of affection. "Oh poo. And I was gonna ask him out too," she pouted.
At the end of the street behind the two talking blonds, Trunks was making his getaway from the village. He had enough of this place and he wanted out. It'd be Gohan job to get anything definitive out of this screwed up village.
Gohan was staring at the village off of a cliff, scrutinizing it. The view he had gave him a bird's eye view of the whole village; East Fort, he believed it was called. So imaginative.
It had been two hours since Trunks had left to investigate and now Gohan was bored. You could only meditate so much before you lost your mind. How Piccolo did it at all hours of the day was beyond him. Must be some kind of intense discipline.
As he admired the view, he felt Goten approach him from behind. "Hey Gohan, Trunks is back."
Gohan turned and nodded to Goten, the latter walking back to their campsite, leading Gohan.
When they arrived, Gohan was surprised by Trunks' mental state. It took a lot to bother this kid, so what ever he found in East Fort was a little too disturbing for the Saiyan.
"So what did you find?" Gohan asked.
All Trunks did was stare straight ahead of him, never blinking. Gohan frowned. Was it that bad?
"Hey Trunks, you alright?" he tried again.
Slowly, Trunks shook his head. "I-it…it was terrible. Those humans…they're so…twisted."
"What happened?" Gohan said, his voice getting sterner.
It took a bit, but the boy finally answered. "They made some sick ceremony with Saiyan heads."
Gohan was puzzled. Was this what was bothering him? "So?"
Trunks looked him in the eye, horror clearly written in his own. "They had Spinak."
Gohan's eyes widened. How was that possible?
Before Gohan asked his next question, Trunks beat him to it. "He must've been captured right after we left him. That's the only way they could've gotten him this soon."
Gohan's mind was working at the speed of light. There was no way the humans knew about that cave. Only the people there could've told them about it and he was sure that neither of them had told anyone of it. That only left Turles. But it couldn't be him. He had to meet up with some of his comrades that night. Could it be that one of those comrades was the traitorous Saiyan? It was the only explanation Gohan had. Turles could've told his friend about the engagement and that man could've sold out Turles and Spinak. But Trunks didn't say anything about Turles being down there. Could Turles have gotten away? As Gohan pondered his inquiries, the rest of the cave remained quiet.
Goten had taken the news as he usually did. Although saddened by the death of a man he once knew, he would get over it quickly. No sense in mourning over someone already dead. Piccolo just remained quiet. He didn't know this Spinak person, but he could tell the others had. It wasn't any of his business, nor did he care. But you never know when this piece of info, no matter how insignificant it was at the time, could be of any importance later on.
It was a few minutes later when Gohan spoke up. "I think I'm gonna take my trip into town now. I don't know how long I'll be, but wait until my return. Understand?"
One by one, the others nodded. Getting up, Gohan went to grab the clothes Goten had so graciously stolen. Getting dressed in the foreign garb, he wrapped his tail underneath his shirt, just as Trunk did earlier that morning. Feeling ridiculous in the brown pants and plain white shirt, Gohan wondered if this whole thing was necessary. Putting that thought aside, Gohan took in a deep breath before setting out for the village, not knowing what horrors he would face.
Walking along the same streets that Trunks had before him, Gohan was unimpressed. These were the people who defeated them? He was almost ashamed to call himself a Saiyan.
Almost.
However, it was during his observation that he bumped into a person, causing them to fall to the ground. Not that Gohan cared, these were humans; if they couldn't withstand a simple nudge, then they weren't worth the effort to help.
"Watch it buddy! I was standing there!" a loud voice yelled from behind him, which Gohan promptly ignored as he continued his trek further into the village.
This was not taken very well by the agitated human as it stood up and threw a rock at his head. Naturally, Gohan turned around and caught the rock. He would be dammed if he let a human hit him even if he deserved it, not that he did deserve to be hit.
The person he was expecting wasn't what he found. Before him stood a small human girl, her long black hair tied into pig tails and her blue eyes were blazing with anger. Her white shirt and tan pants clung loosely to her frame, hiding her frame from the rest of the world, if not the universe. Gohan just stared back at the girl's angry eyes before dropping the rock and once again ignoring her.
"Hey, you bastard! I was talking to you! You better apologize to me or I'm gonna make sure you're the next body in the morgue!" the young girl shouted.
Gohan still kept on walking. He wasn't afraid of any threat this puny human girl could make, much less do.
The girl, however, wasn't going to be ignored like some two bit thug. She was Videl Satan for crying out loud! She was the daughter of the man who defeated the Saiyan army at the Saiyan capital! She was practically the most dangerous person in this town. The mad Satan girl stormed after the punk who knocked her down. She'd make him pay for it.
Down the street Videl followed the boy as best she could, trying to catch up with him, but no matter what she did, she never seemed to gain any ground on him. As they were passing the north side of East Fort, a young man came running out of a building reputed to be a place for military inventions. "Everyone clear out! It's gonna blow!" the man shouted. What was going to blow up was beyond the girl, but she didn't have to wait too long as the building behind the man exploded, sending pieces of concrete and brick in every which direction. Videl dove into an alley, seeking cover, losing her sight of the punk she was after.
Unbeknownst to her, the rude man looked into the air as masonry flew everywhere. He had heard the warning like everyone else, and like everyone else, had no ideas what the young man was talking about until the building combusted. As he looked into the air, a particular piece of architecture was heading right for him, ready to crush him under its mass. Not on his watch.
As the masonry neared, the young man balled his fist and punched the spinning block of stone, shattering it. Mission accomplished, or so he thought until a rather large chunk of the shattered masonry nailed him in the head, knocking him out cold. His limp body fell to the ground, a large bruise appearing on his temple.
When all of the debris had fallen to the ground, Videl peeked out of her hiding place. Looking around, she noticed many people were also coming out of hiding. There were shattered remains of what once was a building scattered about the street. There were a few bodies of people who were unfortunate to not seek cover. Oh well, she might as well check up on any survivors.
Walking amongst the debris, she saw many citizens being helped with their injuries. It was just a stroke of luck that she found the boy she was looking for lying amongst the masonry. 'Ha, serves him right,' she thought. Walking over to his body she felt for a pulse and was a little disappointed to find one. That meant that she had to help the son of a bitch. Just great.
Gripping him around the shoulders she tried to lift him from the ground and abruptly dropped him, his unexpected weight catching her off guard. As his body collided with the ground something around his waist caught her eye. From where his shirt was pulled up, there was what appeared to be a long, fuzzy, brown belt wrapped around him. She'd never seen anything like that before. Kneeling down to inspect it, she poked and prodded belt to see if it was indeed a belt. The "belt" twitched suddenly. Videl shook her head. She must've been imaging it. That was when the "belt" twitched again, almost wiggling when she touched it. Videl's eyes grew wide with shock. This thing wasn't a belt at all!
It was a tail.