Scene 1: Raven, an unexpected consequence
Darkness faded and light leaked into her eyes as she reabsorbed her soul-self projection. Surrounded by the familiar yet sterile environment of the medical bay once again Raven was assured she had been accurate once more. Dominated mostly by white and the smell of bleach, this was their state of the art med-bay. The back wall appeared to be heavily smoked glass lit by multicolored touch panels and displays that were yet to be used. Steel gray tray tables sat beside modern mechanical gurneys. These were accompanied by tall IV stands and multiple computers of dubious function. Cyborg had built this room so it came with enough bells and whistles to make her head spin.
Raspy wheezing grated on her eardrums. A sharp yelp from Starfire alerted her to the problem
"The young one is bleeding, we must hurry!" The princess urged.
The sense of foreboding nervousness filled the teen as she glanced down to the boy and saw one of the wounds in his side had reopened. She had wanted to try and revive them to get a few answers, but that was going to have to wait.
Working quickly with Starfire, she lifted the injured warrior up to one of the gurneys. She barely needed to move before Starfire had begun placing wet cloths and a first aid kit next to her. She worked methodically, cleaning the wound to get a closer look at it.
The cut wasn't a clean one. Instead it appeared to have been a small gash that had ripped open. Blood continued to seep out, though not very quickly. Nothing appeared to have been ruptured from what she could tell. Once they had a closer look she taped a gauze pad over it to hold for now.
Working once again with her orange friend they moved the older adult onto one of the other hospital beds and checked him for anything more serious they needed to watch. Satisfied that Starfire could handle him she checked to make sure the bowl of water was still hot and began to wipe down the musclebound torso. Cleaning away any dirt and cataloging any injuries she could find, making sure to note the ones that might prove troublesome.
Even with the slow wiping and rinsing she could not totally avoid touching the skin. She was usually a very withdrawn and personal person. Preferring as little contact as possible, as such exposure could heighten her empathic senses. Emotion controlled her powers, and so feeling the emotions of others could present difficulties in a few rare circumstances. These two however were recovering from some sort of emotional shock that could spell big trouble for her.
The world around her vanished just as she registered the damp and smooth sensation of skin against the heel of her hand.
Craters and broken stone dominated the landscape. Dust blew cloud of fine dust across the battlefield causing the unprepared to cough. Sharp gravel under his feet shifted as he landed and took a relaxed stance. The face congeals into a steel mask sensation. Determination to show no weakness or worry.
Towering above him stood the monster. Was there no redeeming quality in this thing? It smirked arrogantly, secure in its supposed superiority.
"A child? You choose your own child to fight in your stead?" It turned to look at another figure on the edge of his/her vision.
Uncertainty and doubt flooded his core. Yet he was determined. The feeling of released pressure from his shoulders. A hard mantle of white passed before the boy's eyes as his calloused hands gripped it and lifted it over the crown of the young warriors head. Hard stone cracked and shattered as the shoulder weights were unceremoniously tossed to the side. The world view shifted and tension in the neck popped loose. First one side and then the other...
The room had returned only to shift. The doubt fading.
'What was that?!' Raven thought, surprised. She felt the world start to rise before slamming a hand down quickly to catch herself on the bed. She flashed her eyes about. Luckily the lapse had been momentary and her fellow acting nurse was facing the opposite direction.
Raven took a silent breath and started to bring the rag back to the bowl of hot water when her knuckle brushed his skin again. Her shoulders knotted, freezing as she expected another vision... nothing came. Narrowing her eyes, she kept her focus on the boy. She squeezed the water out before soaking the rag again. As she brought it forward a single drop fell. Time slowed in her perspective as that drop landed on his cheek, the clenched eyes twitched and a soft, squeaky moan escaped his lips.
Pain burst in her spine. The dust of a desert floor filled her mouth as she tried to inhale. She could feel the grit of it beneath her knees and in-between her fingers. Slowly the point of view raised. A red topped head rolled into her view. A peaceful smile graced its lips, but the eyes were determined. It began to speak. Calling her by another name, Gohan. Urging her to let go, release her barriers and stop restraining her inner power!
No! She couldn't do that! HE would get out! ... Wait, the head wasn't speaking to her. Her vision blurred as it described coming to its own conclusions and denying the purpose of its construction. It continued to urge the memory holder to let go and fight with all of his power. A blur too fast to be followed flickered and replaced the image with an armored shoe and shins. Coated in mottled green shell armor. Blood and circuits flew as mechanical components burst from the skull like toothpaste from its tube. He felt the sting as several shards hit him and the warmth of a single line of blood land on his face.
RAGE… Rage and a Righteous Fury exploded from her core, coursing through every fiber of her being. The pressure built. Terror seized her heart as she was consumed by it. Power erupted from every part of her. Her vision snapped up and fixed on the confident purple eyes. Words were lost her. Her vision tinged in red and a roar ripped from her lungs, the memory holder declaring that it would never forgive... Cell!
The world was lost to sweet pain and blinding golden light. Everything seemed to become insignificant as she felt her spirit grow. The storm of power disintegrated the ground about her. Her fists clenched and the shriek continued to pour from her soul, the power kept building. Biceps twitched and shoulder bulged. Even her scalp burned. Streaks of lighting appeared and her eyes closed for a moment.
When the eyes opened again the awareness had shifted. What were once powerful friends were now children incapable of protecting themselves. And what was once a monster threatening to crush the world because it was bored, was now a gaping insect. Unworthy of being called even a cockroach. Cell would pay. Every injury returned ten-fold, every death caused and threat made would be returned in agony...
"Friend Raven! No, oh no!" a hand gripped her shoulder hard enough to hurt and shook her solidly.
"Please be alright! You must wake now!" Starfire voice was filled with fear and tears.
The void in the pit of her stomach slowly began to drain of the rage from what felt only a second ago. Her body convulsed of its own accord and she choked on air. The ridge of her right eye ached and her head was in pain.
Slowly Raven swallowed her gag reflex and relaxed her body. Only to be shaken by a frantic redhead again. Raven slowly rose to one hand. Realizing now she was on the floor. Starfire's voice was filled with worry as it flooded her ears. She raised her gaze to her friend and found her own eyes filled with tears of remembrance. She blinked hard and responded, her voice hoarse. "You're right, I SHOULD meditate. But first we need to..."
"NO!" the shout was stern and left no room for argument. "You will meditate now! I will see to these two." Starfire stood with both arms locked to her side as she practically glared the pale skinned girl into submission.
Seeing no point in argument Raven simply nodded and, putting one foot in front of another, made her way to her room. She had questions to answer, and inner selves to query.
Scene change: Cyborg, out of his league
The air was cool as always. The only smell being disinfectant. However a few of the displays had spider-webs cracking running through them. Both of the recovered individuals lay on the own beds. The adult in armor had been cleaned and bandaged. A number of spots had been wrapped up. All in all it looked like he would recover rather easily, no major injuries could be seen. Mostly minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
The second was another story. Starfire hovered over the form with glowering eyes as she quickly finished that last bandages. There was some blood on the sheets and the remains of a suture kit nearby. The Tamaranian's eyes flicked between her work and the troubled face or her patient. The face told of nightmares. Even now the guy's head twitched every so often, eyes could be seen to move rapidly beneath their lids and his entire face was scrunched into a sorrowful grimace.
Cyborgs eyebrows drooped as he clomped in. Something was up, the normally cheerful girl was rarely ever this upset despite always wearing her feelings on her sleeves.
"What's wrong girl?" he called out.
"Friend Raven is meditating... she had an-" here her face scrunched in thought, search for the word "I do not know what to call it. But she is not well." She finished the last bit of tape and looked the titan straight in the eyes "I believe it has something to do with this boy." This last part was almost bitter.
Cyborg quirked his one flesh eyebrow in curiosity. The expression was wasted on the Tamaranian. He couldn't resist the question, "And how exactly did one comatose kid harm Rae?"
"Friend Raven used her powers to heal them at the warehouse, and again while here. Both times she was very disturbed." The green eyed girl pause for a breath "But here she fell and did the convulsing. It was very scary!"
A chill swept over the bionic Titan. Ravens powers centered on emotions, similar to what he had heard of Starfire's. Cyborg had had a conversation with her about it while designing this very medical facility. She wanted no special considerations as she was hesitant to use her healing except in emergency conditions. It involved absorbing the subject's emotions so their own natural healing process accelerated. What the hell could this kid being going through while unconscious that would affect her like this? He already had part of the story from BB but had taken it with a grain of salt considering the source. Now he was truly worried...
"Look Star, give her some time to get centered and work out her feng shui. She'll be right as rain!" he reassured his teammate, in an upbeat tone.
"Oh good! I shall endeavor to make sure no one disturbs her then!" The mood switch nearly through him for a loop. Shrugging his shoulders he started to look over the two patients. This was his first look at the two since he hadn't the chance to see them at the warehouse itself.
The one which had Starfire's attention was, he supposed, a kid. Yet he had never seen anyone outside of a meta so built. Kid seriously looked like he could bench a mac truck. His pecs were massive slabs of meat and the abs were compacted with visible muscles that looked like he could crush cans with them. Even his biceps looked like huge ham hocks. The rest of him from what could be seem was the same way. There was however something to be said for the way he was put together. A sleekness you wouldn't believe had you not seen the whole package together. He had seen very few similar builds before. Ones with dense musculature and still allowing for flexibility. Robin, although thin as a whipcord, was clue enough to what was up with this kid. These guys were serious marital artists of some sort. And not the showy type either.
A single ruby colored eye port glowed momentarily and the sharp snapped sensation popped in his mind. 'Connection established'. Cyborg reached over to a drawer and withdrew a medical scanner. At the same time several strange apparatuses descended from the ceiling and began to whir and bleep. Data flooded the chrome Titans mind. He filtered the stream and kept his eye on the hand-held scanner. Matching what data he could understand with the stat in the stream.
Minor internal hemorrhaging appeared to already be healing itself. Cuts and bruises fading at an incredible rate, probably Raven's doing, and a dislocated shoulder. The tears in his skin were unusual, completely outside of Cyborgs experience. He continued the examination and ran a search in the databanks for similar injuries...
Eventually he got an explanation, of sorts. This kid had suffered explosive decompression. Going from full atmospheric pressure one moment, and none the next. Obviously he already had some cuts, this might have actually saved him some of the worst effects. Cyborg set himself to stitching the larger cuts before re-bandaging them. The kid was low on blood but he didn't yet know what to do about that.
Cyborg moved over to the other occupant and took in what he saw. He never understood the predilection to wear tights.
This one was obviously an adult. His dark hair was almost straight up and back from the skull, and forming one heck of a widow's peak. He was just as heavily muscled as the former patient, with bulging neck muscles and massive forearms. He seemed to be wearing some sort of armor that was pretty form fitting.
Kneeling down, looking over the side, even rolling the guy to his side reveal absolutely no seams or latches in the armor. At first he thought it was hard plates. But upon a closer inspection Cy noticed it would bend and twist with its wearer's body. Sighing, Cyborg queried the redhead's assistance in removing it and set to scanning this one as well while the princess looked over the now small armor set with obvious curiosity as she stretched it this way and that.
The results were not as severe. Most of his injuries appeared to be minor after Ravens treatment. Again there were some signs of decompression, if not as severe as the boys. The only major trauma seemed to be in the form of what could possibly be a concussion.
Looking up he turned to Starfire with a frown, "You mind keeping an eye on these guys? I gotta go look somethin' up."
"Of course Friend Cyborg. I will alert you to any changes, yes?" she responded
Dolefully he replied with "Yeah, that'd be great Star."
And he walked out to wander over to his lab.
Once in his lab the chrome hero began to pour over the readings and try to cross reference with their current database. Nothing seemed to be matching up. The kid had a few genetic markers in common with humans, which meant an O negative type was a pretty good bet for a transfusion if it ever came down to it. But other than that the rest of the readings were way off. Both of them seemed to have an extension to their nervous systems, right off the spinal cord… as if they had tails removed. The most hair raising point was the reading he was getting from their metabolisms, this indicated their metabolic rate as...
A screeching lit off behind him. Like a bolt of electricity had struck Cyborg was standing in an instant. He registered Starfire's voice as he ran down the corridor back to the Med Bay.
"Friend Cyborg! The boy is not breathing!"
Cyborg bolted into the room and slid to a stop before the panel behind the bed. His breathing was extremely shallow but not gone yet! What the hell could be causing this now of all times.
Cyborg quickly put an IV together and lanced the boys arm with all the precision he could muster. Metabolic rate! That had to be it, the kid's body was starving, literally. He located the highest caloric concentration fluid bag he could find and attached it. Waiting with baited breath he watched as the heartbeat picked up, his breathing deepened slightly with each breath.
Satisfied he would be out of the danger zone shortly he immediately repeated the process with the other occupant to be safe. When these guys woke up they were going to be seriously hungry. Time to talk with Robin...
Scene change: Cyborg's conversation with Robin
"No, we can take care of this." The answer was stoic, and completely expected.
Cyborg knew this would be a fight to get Robin to accept the answer.
"What do you mean 'No' man. I can keep these guys stable." He acceded, "But what then? We know nothing about them, and I just don't have the equipment or expertise to guarantee I can fix them up." Cyborg sighed. "Besides do you have the sensors to find out what happened in their? I sure don't"
The boy wonders shoulders stiffened and he could see the look freeze in the monitor's reflection. "Exactly how bad are they?
Maybe he would listen easier this time. "I don't know how or why, but both of our guests are showing signs of explosive decompression. The kid is worse off. They seem to be healing fast, but that may be due to... well, let's just say I don't recommend that option again."
Robin turned to look at him over his shoulder, one brow cocked.
"I already said I don't know how man." the teen replied to the unasked question
"So these two were at the center of a massive explosion and are showing signs of decompression?" the chair swiveled to face him fully now. "Unusual I think is an understatement here" With a furrowed brow the brightly clad leader placed a hand to his chin and posed another question. "Do you at least have any ideas? Do we have any leads at all?"
"Look man, I'm just as frustrated by this as you for once. We have no idea where these guys came from, or how they got here. On top of that neither of them are even human. I had to use a 20% dextrose solution just to keep them stable, and I still think that's too low for the rate their metabolism seems to burn through calories." Crossing his arms Cyborg continued his argument "I am simply out of my depth on this one. We need to get a league doctor in on this at the very least. Or get them up to the Watchtower for treatment where they have some better equipment and access to alien tech."
Robin sighed, "I Just don't want to lose custody of them Cyborg, If they go up to the Watchtower you know they will restrict our access. Not to mention it will look like we can't handle ourselves down here."
"Robin, is your image worth someone's life?" he replied hotly
The wince from his friend answered the question, he would get some concession out of him. The kid was too tightly wound in his issues with his previous mentor.
"Alright, see if you can consult or at least get access to their database. I want these people to recover... We need to find out what happened and what escaped." replied the masked vigilante.
"Let's get on it then." a cool wave washed over him, relief. That was a little easier than expected.
Scene change: Robin
It always stuck in his craw when he had to ask for help. But most especially when it involved HIM. He at least had the comfort he wouldn't be speaking directly to his old mentor, he hoped. Cyborg was right in the end, he couldn't risk someone else's life because he didn't want to admit he needed some assistance.
His teeth clenched slightly and he felt the familiar urge to slam his fist into something.
Robin took a slow deep breath and opened his eyes. His steel friend gazed at him in the reflection of the monitor. Tearing his eyes away from the waiting teammate, His own gloved hands stretched out and began typing in the communications protocol.
Once completed he waited for a response.
Mere moments later the screen flickered and the image of the current watch office of the league appeared. It was almost always the same person. Green skin, monochrome red eyes, the entire head was smooth with absolutely no hair, and the high collar of a plain cape sticking up behind him.
"Hello Robin, We were about to contact you ourselves..." The voice was plain yet pleasant.
Cold spread from his gut. "J'onn, I know why I was calling up there, but what could you need us for?" Robin's voice was level.
"We recently detected a rift in the fabric of space in Jump City. Would happen to know anything about it?" J'onn's voice was pleasant as always, Robin wondered if his inflection ever changed.
"When?" He wanted to keep in control so succinct was best.
Although precise the Martian's response was nonetheless detailed "Two hours ago we detected a momentary rift on the north end of Jump city. It appeared to be quite energetic..."
Time for honesty, "That's fits, we had an explosion in one of the warehouses on the north side. Records indicate it was empty, I'm still confirming that. However... we think that at least three lifeforms came through. One of them killed a guard, the other two we found in a crater barely alive. Raven administered emergency care and transported them back here to Titans Tower, Cyborg has been monitoring them..."
Before the Martian could comment further Robins gaze sharpened "We need access to your database however. Their condition was serious when we brought them in and Cyborg wants a doctor's opinion on treatment."
"I see, I'll see about making the information available to you as soon as possible, Watchtower out." again the inflection remained the same, however it was obvious the Martian would have to consult with another senior member. Robin simply nodded before the transmission cut out. He turned around and glanced at his best friend.
"Gather the team, I want to compile everything we know." Robin stood without waiting for a reply and headed straight to the conference table.
Scene change: Raven's mind-scape
Her chest rumbled with her own dulcet tones "Azarath Metrion Zinthos ... Azarath Metrion Zinthos... Azarath Metrion Zinthos" On and on the chant went. She was deep within her own mind seeking. Questing for her own center. The chant faded from her cognizant attention though it poured from her lips unceasingly. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos"
One voice became two. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos"
Two became three "Azarath Metrion Zinthos"
Three turned to five, finally nine voices chanted in discordant unison
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" each voice chanting with its own inflection.
Heated rage, squeaky joy, whispered timidity, solid confidence, slatternly boredom, husky need, haughty assurance, and finally the original; toneless balance.
Upon the last unified chant Raven peeled her eyes open slowly. Eight figures hovered before her. Each, like her, with legs folded beneath them. She had gathered all of herself here, Glancing at each of them she noted how intimately they were each an amplified tone of her own personality.
Rage seethed from within her cage. "What is it you want child?"
Raven took a slow breath. They were isolated here on this floating rock. The endless ebony sky beyond twinkling with blood red stars, occasionally the misty ruby silhouette of some celestial body could be glimpsed. Within her own mind she must maintain control. So she waited, infuriating her own rage even more.
Deciding she had pushed enough she addressed her other selves.
"I take it you all felt it too? What happened when I healed that kid..." her voice croaked
Intellect of the yellow robe replied first "I detected the strong flow of empathic energy, yes. I assumed you were still healing him, it doesn't seem to have stopped..."
"I only took a moment to heal him. At first I thought it had thrown us out of balance. I still feel him."
With a yawn the brown robed one cut in "Wasn't me, can I go back to sleep now?"
A gray robed duplicate looked up and opened her mouth for a moment, only to close it and look away.
The orange robed smart aleck immediately grabbed her by the gray robe and looked at her with a bulging eye, "Alright, spit it out! You stinking mouse..."
"But-but... well…" Timid stuttered "he grabbed on... and" she sniffled "He's so sad... I want to help."
Timid wouldn't even raise her eyes from a pebble nearby, she was mortified...
Adjusting her glasses Knowledge addressed her "It's okay Timid, we all felt it. And we think it's admirable you want to help. But he has already unbalanced us. It's too dangerous."
Raven piped in herself "I don't know, on the other hand we are still feeling his overflow. It might be too dangerous to leave him alone."
Finally Rage's voice grated across the clearing "Send me in, I find some of his other emotions simply delectable"
Before anyone else could respond Purple Passion's sultry voice stroked their ears "I'm in complete agreement with Rage on this one, he... I mean some of his emotions ARE delectable"
Raven felt the tell-tale tingling spread from her core as her cheeks warmed. "Really Passion? We don't even know his name..." she tried to cover her reactions.
A suggestive grin from Passion flowed out, Raven held her gaze as Passion responded "Oh dearie, you know better than that." Here her grin thinned out "You ogled his muscles..." her eyes smoldered.
Seven incarnations of Raven blushed and two daydreamed.
With a giggle from the Pink robe Raven decided she had come to a decision. With clenched eyes she summoned her inner strength. Glowing ebony eyes sprung open and each cloak phased as it merged with her own. When all was said and done she turned around to face a massive stone arch.
The air wavered and warped, showing a hot desolate landscape. A blue cloaked empath stepped through and her world went white...
Scene change: Dream sequence
Stark white. Emptiness. There was nothing as far as her eyes could see.
A shock wave ripped across her vision. Then another, and another. Slowly her eyes adjusted. She could see them. A young boy and a man. Both wearing white body armor over blue body suits. Even at a glance it was easy to tell they were father and son. The child's hair was stiff and unruly, hanging down to his mid back. Both father and son were moving heavily, as if they were weighed down. Fierce pride from the man, and pure frustration from the boy. With a sweep kick the boy fell to his side. Father reared for a strike.
"No dad, don't!" he pleaded.
The man stopped and smiled "So had enough?" He reached a hand out and waited.
The boy rose to his feet unassisted. Determination clenched her fists, she could feel him.
"Gohan?" his father questioned.
Power rolled off the youth as he flickered out of sight, she couldn't follow the next movements. They were now standing in different positions as an explosion rolled across the desolate void.
"Piccolo-sensei was right Dad, You're far too gentle to be a teacher..." Gohan launched some form of energy attack only for his father to catch it and throw it back.
The boy began to launch attack after attack. Berating his father for holding back simply because they were father and son. Her stomach sank with the sensation of each energy attack gathered. She could hear the boy continuing to argue with his non responsive father. The final argument came out as her point of view switched.
Her own voice harmonizing with his "That's not good enough if you want me to become a Super Saiyan..." Her eyebrows tightened and teeth clenched. "You have to come at me with everything, with the intent to kill. Even if it actually kills me." Fists squeezing so hard her tendons strained she continued in the boy's voice, "It's all or nothing; if I don't succeed here. I'll only be useless in the fight!"
Time stretched out as his/her father's eyes hardened, the gentle expression that was there a moment ago vanished.
Watching as every muscle is father's body strained for an instant. A kiai the likes of which Raven had never heard ripped from him, golden light suffused the world, and he... changed. His black hair bloomed with golden light changing color altogether, the eyes were most striking, becoming an incandescent turquoise. That gaze pierced her to the core, there was no escaping it. His entire form bulged. As her father lifted into the air she felt that gaze target her/him. Both hands cocked back as if cradling something just out of view she heard a new chant begin. "KA... ME... HA... ME... HA!" The air itself rushed to get out of the way. A bulb of radiant energy bore down on her/him. Fear gripped his senses but he centered his stance and crouched all the same. His arms out forward braced to meet an attack he knew could shatter a planet. Damned if he was running this time. The jolt pressing his entire body down, but he held. Memories flooded through her.
Anguish tormented her, the tart sensation filling her solar plexus. Self-contempt tainted every thought. Piercing whistles of high frequency energy assaulted her ears. How many times had he let the others down when they needed him?
Images assaulted their minds. A tiny warrior gripping the back of a tyrant as he detonated himself. Heat rose within his neck.
'The power comes in response to a need not a desire...'
A three eyed assassin screaming as he held the stump that was once his arm. Her eyes watered, a barrier blocked their way.
'You have to manufacture that need.'
A bald man in a more elaborate version of their armor. Shouting for help in desperation, being ripped into the air by a telekinetic grip before flying into a hundred different directions at once. The gore covering the alien battlefield.
'Use the pain of loss!'
The damn broke. Power cascaded from within. Devouring his body as it burst forth in a searing tide. The world changed, becoming sharper, crystal clear. The bulb of his father's Kamehameha wave was no longer insurmountable, it was merely... in the way. With a push, the attack was sent soaring back towards its origin...
Once again watching from the side she watched in awestruck fright as golden radiance surged from the relatively tiny Gohan. Incandescent turquoise eyes showing righteous fury... Golden hair thrashing in the wind of his own ascendency. Rage was all he knew, it fueled his very existence...
Movement in the corner of her eyes. She saw the current Gohan standing beside her. Tears spilling from his cheeks. She felt the catch in her own throat.
"It's only a dream..." she all but whispered.
He sniffed deep "Of course it's a dream, in the end. I failed anyway"
Sweet pain twisted inside her breast. The edges of her vision warped with tears. She tucked her arms around her sides. "You survived." her pitch was higher than normal.
Turning to look at her for the first time his eyes were deep. Experience and melancholy regret far more acute stung her. These were his feelings as well as her own. No one as young as they should know these feelings.
"Have I?" he finally stated
No words could express. No explanation would do. Only something as intimate as touch would help. And there was no more intimate touch than being here. Shock filled both her own system and his as she stepped forward and clutched him to her. Enveloping him within herself. Absorbing his pain, entwining their emotions, their minds, and their pasts. Flashes past through her but she ignored them. Concentrating on letting him see, there was always hope!
She came to within the dark confines of her own room. Her eyes were blurry, her cheeks soaked. She choked on the first sob. Grabbing her largest pillow she squeezed it to herself, and while burying her face into it she wailed. All the hurt she wailed into the soft feather bag. Not caring for the condition she left it in...
So, another chapter down. It actually was easier than I thought it might be. Part of this was a sort of improv and not planned. I had more material but I realized the chapter length was already 5.5k so I thought I would save it for the next chapter.
A big THANK YOU to goes out to KitsuneShin0bi for the wonderful BETA response, just what I was looking for.
So now for some review responses I think.
Guest chapter 2 . Jan 25 :
I can understand that there are some people out there who want to NERF DBZ characters. Its usually for "balance". However this should never be necessary in the DCU with Kryptonian charactors around, not mention all of the other crazy power houses. I will state that alot of those charactes are going to eventually be in for a shock. Vegeta could crack a planet BEFORE he achieved super saiyan. And as far as Vegeta goes, he will get his time in the limelight, rest assured. And you're right, Vegeta has no issues with killing.
BaldSuperSaiyan chapter 2 . Jan 30
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