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Chapter 2 - Last Hopes

Iclenched my fists and looked at my sister. She, as well as I, were probably asking the same question.

Will he come back?

"Come on, get ready." I asked her. Without so much as single defiant breath, she stood up shakily, then went and got her battle armor, which consisted of black full body tights, like father's, and the same boots and gloves he had sported earlier. The biggest difference in their outfits was the fact that my sister was puting on the full armor; dad had only worn the under armor, probably in the essence of time. She wore the under armor and over armor, and the over armor was a flexible white compressor, which contoured to her body to protect the more essential organs. This was the standard elite in training clothing, while an actual elite wore navy blue under armor instead of black. Once she was ready, she stood next to me.

"Ready", she said in a firm voice. She had gone from the panicky 12 age old female Saiyan personality to her elite soldier state. I too made the change now, wiping away tears for my dad. He'd be back. He was an elite. I had no reason to worry. After all, dad was one of the most powerful saiyans out there, surpassing the Prince and even King Vegeta. He wasn't a 17,000 power level royal body guard for no reason.

"Let's go", I commanded.

We moved through the house as a unit, her using her scouter to scan the house, and both at the ready at all times. My tail wipped back and forth in antisipation. We walked out of her bed chambers, then went straight to the kitchen room. Outside, the explosions were getting closer and louder, one ravashing the living room. I saw as the energy blast caused the ceiling to collapse and destroy the room next door. I looked up through the ceiling.

That's when I saw it.

The enormous energy ball in the sky, shining and radiating with enough energy to destroy us all, slowly making it's way towards our planet. The pink terror could only resemble one person's aura...

Overlord Frieza

I fell to my butt, my legs giving out in shock. Suddenly, I began getting lightheaded. What was going on?

Had dad seen this coming?

"I have to go back for a comrade. He is the reason we may be able to survive this. I refuse to leave this behind."

All the lives that were going to be lost. All the pople who we're going to die. Why would Frieza do such a thing? We'd done nothing to him. We'd served him loyally. Why?!

My sister looked up at the sky next to me, and she reacted, giving way to a shriek. That snapped me out of my dark thoughs. The cellar. I had to get her down there.

I stood up shakily, giving that energy ball one last look. Then, I stood in front of my sister, who had completely broken down again. For a Saiyan elite, she was easily broken, I thought, frowning as a bead of sweat began to form. She was on her knees, sobbing and looking up at the sky while pulling on her hair. I crouched in front of her, then held her face in my hands. She looked at me, quieting down a little, but her darting red eyes told me the story of her inner fear towards death.

"Listen!" I yelled at her. I had to make haste, because every second we wasted was a second the ball moved closer. "WE ARE GOING TO SURVIVE THIS. DAD HAD A PLAN." I said slowly. I waited for the words to sink in as I looked into her eyes. Slowly, they began to come back to her. I stood up, giving her some time to pull back together. Our kitchen consisted of the usual: a cooking unit, an oven, a sink, and a table. Under the table was a rug. I went to the oven, opened it, and took out a white 12" by 12" by 6" box. I had no clue as to is contents, although the box had the symbol of the Saiyan Science Project Facility, and weighed a little over 2 pounds. Shifting the box produced a shift in weight, so I assumed it contained a liquid. Dad said this part was crucial, and that the contents in this box had to be used as soon as the doors closed. I went and handed it to my sister.

"Here. Hold this and come with me", I said to her while pushing the box into her hands. I then pulled her up to her feet and dragged her to the side of the table. Once I had her there, I mustered up a small energy ball and blasted the table away, the contents smashing into the wall of the kitchen. My next objective was the rug. I pulled the sheet up, seeing the expected. Underneath was nothing more than stone to the naked eye. But dad had taught me better. I summoned a little energy to my hand, then concentrated it to a small glowing red energy ball that engulfed my hand. The red haze cast off by the sphere illuminated to floor, and, suddenly, the seams of a rectangular shape appeared. "There it is", I whispered to myself. I then smashed a fist through the center of the shape, and it collapsed into a small corridor, large enough to fit two Saiyans at a time, leading down as far as the Saiyan eye could see.

"Come" I jerked my head down toward the hole on the floor as I looked at my sister. She was still recooperating, tears randomly falling down her cheeks, but at least she seemed able to rationally act.

I dove in, heading straight down. It was dark in the corridor, but I could sense the walls of the corridor by the vibrations they were making. It took us four minutes flying at full speed to get down there. I felt the floor nearing, so I straightened up, slowing down to dampen the landing. Sure enough, I hit the floor seconds later. In a hurry, I summoned the scanning energy ball I had used earlier to see the opening to the corridor, but this time, I used higher intensity, making the energy illuminate more of the room. I looked around, wondering where it was. Suddenly, I saw the thing I was looking for. A hand-print on a wall was glowing in reaction to to the wavelenth of my energy ball. I placed my free hand on the print, and watched as it scanned.

Suddenly, the place lit up, and I was blinded by the brightness in the room. I looked around, remembering the first time I'd seen this room. It was a last resort explosion resistive room. In the room, which was a cubed 10 yard, was everything essential to survival. Provisions to last at least three years were in bags on a corner of the room. The walls were lined with yards and yards of thick lead to protect us from the outside. The room was air conditioned, and there was a little section with a toilet that was roomed of to provide secrecy. Aside of that was a control place, which was planted right in the middle of the room on a tower leading up to the ceiling. And the last thing we needed dad said would be in the box.

I sat down, wondering what to do next. This was all the instrution dad had given me. He said this was our last hope to survival if such an issue really came up. I looked at my sister, who had stopped crying. I hadn't noticed before, but she had been carring a backpack; I watched as she took out a little Tsure, a dragon like creature that was native to our planet. She held the plush animal like it was her life. I'd never seen that before. I wondered what else she also had in her backpack. I had already brought my stuff down here, I remembered as I looked to the corner that contained a matress. I had brought down only what dad said was essential; a little notebook he owned. It contained the directions to a planet to which a boy of our race had been sent resently. His name... I opened the notebook. It was a journal he'd kept.

That's right, I thought to myself, as I looked through the notebook. His name was... Kakarot.

Loudness interrupted my reading when a loud alarming sound began to scream in our ears. The lights all turned red, and I realized when I heard whriling above; the the corridor from which we came was beginning to close. I looked at my sister, who looked at me, wondering what to do. I was sure she had already realized what we were supposed to do, but she sensed we were missing something. I rushed over.

"Let me see the box". She picked it up from beside herself and gave it to me. I opened it and inside I witnessed what the liquid was. They were vials filled with weird green liquid. There were four of them, a little paper with writing on it, and a black ball, weird and mystical looking. I wondered what that was.

I picked up the paper, but, to my surprize, I couldn't read it. It had some weird writing on it. I put it back, then picked up one of the vials.

"Drink" I told her, handing it to her. I took one too, uncapped it, and swallowed it. It tasted very sweet, yet pasty. I wondered what it was.

Suddenly, I began feeling drowsy. What the hell? My arms were the first to go, limping. Suddenly, my feet gave out. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my sister do the same. My face rushed to meet the cold floor. I could feel my heart suddenly begin to slow down exponentially. What...

I felt my head suddenly cease to react, and I lost all feeling in my body almost simultaneously. The floor shook violently, ans as I slowly began to began to pass out, I saw a body fall through the celing, then a loud clang confirmed the closing of the gate. I couldn't make out who it was, but he was unconscious and beaten. He wasn't getting up for a while.

The darkness rushed in as I closed my eyes, losing the struggle to my eyelids.

Dad.