Son Goku's Past

by Artemis101REvil-4

In the days of old, when killing was all that motivated Son Goku, what does he do when he finds the one he cannot kill?

4. Chapter 3

Chapter 3: All Alone?

The town I had meandered into was quiet enough, and a small inn rested on my left, while closed shops and stores littered my right, so I did the sensible thing, and continued on walking. Leaving the sleeping town was surprisingly hard. The companionship I had grown used to was now gone, and I was on my own… While fear had never been a factor for me, now that I had meet Goku everything I knew was changed.

I continued walking until my tired eyes caught sight of a cave within walking distance. Memories flooded my mind, but my hands were shaking hard enough to force an earthquake, so despite the memories I walked into the damp cave. Ready to sleep in water and leaned against the wall of the cave, slightly relaxed with no care about who came at me now, I had lost the only thing, I dare say, I cared about, and it was all my doing. With slight tears streaming down my face, I relaxed my eyes, and fell into a sleep.

When I awoke, I was not only on the floor, in an actual laying position, but I was also warm, covered by something breathing it's own warmth. Excitement flooded over me, that is, until I opened my eyes and saw a young boy, just my age as well. But he was much more groomed than Goku had been. His rich, purple eyes stared at me over a blazing fire. His raven, dark hair covered only his head, not even touching his ears. He wore a simple, black t-shirt with no decorations embroidering it. His pants were tight, black pants that led to brown sandals, easily able to walk over sand. "Your awake then?" He asked, his voice cascading over me, and for some reason, Goku's face and form came to mind, but I shook it away, desperately trying to get over him. The boy stood and walked over to my sitting form. He kneeled down on one knee and put a hand to my for head. "No fever, but only a sick person would fall asleep in a random cave." He slightly laughed.

I pulled back at his touch, going back to my old ways of avoiding everyone. "I'm fine. Who are you?" I asked, suspicion showing itself in my voice, only receiving a cocked head from him.

He smiled lightly "Name's Blake. What's yours?" He asked, his calm smile slightly throwing me off.

Even though I was sure I would never fall in love, travelling with Goku felt pretty close, and this was a close runner up. "Luna… Wanna explain what your doing here?" I asked, standing up, smoothly hiding the hole where Rasor's sword had struck me.

Blake stood as well and stretched. "You were out pretty long, guess you had something happen" He stared, though not prying. "And there was a storm coming, so I thought I'd stop inside here for some safety, low and behold I run into some shivering girl who's crying in her sleep. It was so sad I couldn't help but stay here. Somehow that storm is still raging outside." He shrugged sitting by the fire.

I took a quiet moment to listen to the pitter-patter of the beating rain outside and decided to believe his story. "Ok, so for now I'll believe you. But what were you doing out here anyway? It's not safe out here you know?" I asked, completely confident I could take care of myself.

Blake let out a laugh. "What was I doing?" He asked, slightly stunned at my question. After the few minutes of quiet he received and an angry scowl from me, he cleared his throat "See, I lived in this run-down city. One day the local mob moved in, and my dad was a big part of the police so he took it upon himself to single-handedly take them all out. One day he just up and left me and my mother. Three days later, on my fourth birthday, we received news of his death" He said quietly and while I wanted to reach out to him, I scowled harshly in my mind, since when did I ask for his life story? I asked myself, rolling my mental eyes. "Then a few years later, the mob traced my dad back to my mother and I. They broke into my house on a early Monday. My mother began to panic at the sounds of crashing and shooting. None of my neighbors came to help us so my mother began to cry as she shoved me in our tiny escape hatch my dad had built for me to hide in for such occasions. My mother had one too, but after the time it took to get me into my hiding place, lock it, and cover it, the mobsters had rushed in. All I heard was screaming and yelling, most of it from my mother. You have no idea how much I wanted to jump out and help, but she had locked me in, and with how much I was panicking, I couldn't remember where the spare key was. A full day passed before the screaming had died down and a few hours of the quiet left me to think about the location, only hoping my mother had survived. When I finally found the key and gotten out, my mother was dead and chopped up in pieces on the floor. The cops got their, maybe a few hours later and found me in a corner, shaking from hunger and terror." He took a breath seems talking this much about himself wears him out I commented in my mind, sighing at how full of himself he seemed to be. "It was discussed over and over again about where I would stay, eventually this old couple took me in, and while their house was run down, they gave me everything a child could want" He slightly laughed. "Just last week they died, leaving me this huge inheritance. What I didn't know was that the mob that killed my parents had not only killed the sweet, old couple I now called mother and father, but they had also stolen my inheritance. So it's easy to conclude that I grew tired of that place. The police never helped, and I was really all alone now, no one wanted to take in a near adult, so what was the point of staying there. I made a trip back to my foster home and grabbed a spare change of clothing, some shoes, and the instruments to survive, such as food, water and fire starting material. Smart huh?" He questioned. "But it isn't like I've had to go through a lot, even after my parents where killed I bit the bullet and pushed through life. Then after my adoptive parents were killed, I was a bit more used to the bloody mess and events so, it was slightly easier to push through the events that had unfolded." He said looking at me. "What about you?" He asked, probably expecting the same length of speech to come flying at him, though I was nowhere in the mood to talk that much.

"Lets just say my life hasn't been handed to me on a silver platter" I said, taking a seat next to the fire pulling my legs closer to my body, more from suspicion than cold.

Blake thought that to be an invitation for him as he quickly stood and walked around to my side. He smiled down towards me as he sat down, cross-legged and tried to nonchalantly put his arm around across my back. "Sure is cold huh?" He asked, as his hand rested on my shoulder.

Whether it was from the slight breeze, or the small prick I felt into my shoulder, my legs forced my entire body to stand, therefore knocking him back. "Sorry, I should be going Blake… Goodbye" I said as I took one last glance at the fire and headed towards the cave, where a nearby forest popped into my view.

Blake stood, a heavy sigh escaping his throat. Within a second, and feet dividing me and the exit, Blake made his way to stand in front of me and block off any hope I had of exiting. "Luna, was it?" He asked, opening his eyes, for the first time I could make out the black pupils surrounded by pure black, as if tainted by evil. "Someone's counting on me to bring you in" He grinned, showing a mouth full of fangs.

Instantly his demeanor made sense. The way he appeared out of nowhere, the idiotic tounge he spoke with, the condescending attitude, and the story so full of lies it was obvious. It would have been only to easy to dash past him and run into the forest to hide, but as I tried to move, my legs began to go numb and grew much to wobbily to run. "What did you… do?" I asked, the numb sensation slowly climbing up my legs.

Blake showed his toothy grin once again "Paralysis is a wonderful thing, no?" He asked. My legs felt torn off as I fell to the side, only being able to stand by grabbing the wall. "See all I have to do is wait for the sensation run through your entire body, rendering you motionless. Then just a quick trip to master Rasor and the summoning circle, and your misery will be over. Quite easy right?" He asked, letting a laugh escape his high-and-mighty tone.

While he idiotically rambled, I had snuck past the over zealous nimwit and was darting to the forest as fast as numb legs would allow. As I ran I heard a very quite curse from the shrinking cave. It was hard enough to run fast enough to keep a good distance from him, but when I had finally found the perfect tree to hide in, and he was slowly gaining, I pushed my completely numb legs and half-numbed arms to climb up the scratchy tree.

As I settled, most of my limbs close to dangling off, I saw Blake rush past my tree and keep on running. By now my entire body, except my face had succumbed to numbness and I was wishing more than ever I could have Goku there, but knowing it to be impossible, I simply closed my eyes, enhancing my hearing slightly so I could hear the crunch of leaves Blake made as he searched, moving further and further away. Somehow, the stillness of it all, the quiet, began to lull my sense of being away. My eyes simply put themselves to sleep.

The dreams I had avoided for so long reappeared that night. However this dream featured myself, running through a very familiar forest. I was running, legs numbed to disbelief, and just as my luck would have it, a branch seemed to catch my foot and I fell, hard, on the ground, loud enough to wake any dead. I heard shouting and cries of glory as my pursuers closed in. Swiftly I was picked up, cradled almost as two hard thumps surrounded my head. The thumps began to overtake me as I felt harsh, cold wind whip at my face. I looked up, eyes blurry and hazy, at my capturer and to my amazement, brown hair flowed into my face, and a familiar scene from this person's backround erupted into my eyes. The mound of corpses, the one survivor, and the true sadness that erupted from him all pointed to one person in particular. As I thought, Goku's form dashed through the woods, his face and eyes completely focused on finding a path through the wooded area. As I closed my eyes, more than aware of the dream I was experiencing, the numbed feeling around me disappeared, and a sharp branch pierced its way into my back shoulder.

I sat up, gripping my shoulder, wanting to howl from pain, but remembering all too well who was probably still searching for me. A mocking laughter sounded quietly behind me, and the small hairs that rested on the back of my neck stood on end, as a clawed hand shot its way around my mouth and pulled me to the back of the tree. I fought against his grip but the more I fought the more it tightened. "You really wanna die bad huh?" I heard Blake cop a laugh. His claws began to dig harshly into my cheek forcing me to bite my tounge and lunge forward. As I did, I flashed my foot around me, to kick him in the face, giving me the slight chance to escape.

As I gazed upon him, his face now full of red marks and a slight blood trail dripped down his cheek, his hand, the one that covered my mouth, dashed towards me, and the thought that I had not even fazed him entered my mind and caused me to freeze, though I felt wind rush around me as I realized, not only had I escaped his grasp, but I had knocked my small sense of balance off, and was about to plummet in to the ground that looked as if it were miles away.

His hand wrapped around mine, catching me from falling, and for the first time in my life, I had wanted Goku around. He had accustomed me into trusting him, and only him, and now, because of how I treated him, I was now captured and going to be tortured until I told Rasor how to conquer the world. And thus, for the first time, tears streamed down my face and as I looked up to see the sun for the last time, my midnight blue eyes shone brightly in the stream of sunlight that broke through the trees just in time for me to see who was truly holding me. Goku's reddened face stared at mine as his eyes widened at the sight of my tears. He quickly hoisted me up and onto the sturdy branch that not only supported him, but me as well without flinching an inch.

On this tiny branch, I stood, crying for the first time I could remember, just staring up at his face. He reached a curious hand up to my right eye and wiped one of the tears onto his finger to stare at it. His hand fell to his side when, without me telling my body to, I had jumped into his opened arms. He stood, completely still as I wept on him, clung tightly around his neck. My grip tightened when the wind softly blew, and slowly he reached one of his arms up to my right shoulder, his other remaining completely still down by his side.

In my head I was thanking him loud enough I was sure he would hear. Tears continued to stream down my face and my latch onto his neck never loosened, while his latch on to my shoulder never, once flinched.

Time passed very slowly until finally I released my grip from his neck, and while I was expecting him to do the same, my surprise heightened when he simply pulled his other arm around me. He moved his right arm so it covered my shoulder and his left encircled the back of my waist, as he ever so slightly pulled me closer. Quickly, I was brushing against his chest, the soft fall and rise of his breathing calming me, even though I wanted to cry into his chest, I just felt a few slight tears stream down my face. Unknown to me though, Goku was having a bit more of an eventful experience. Thoughts dashed through his head as he pulled me closer, the thought of killing me now starting to drift far, and widely away, he glared, protectively over my shoulder, staring into the thick forest, as he mentally sighed, he felt me push away from his slightly.

For a minute we both looked at each other, our actions confusing to both of us. I had no idea why I hugged him, much less why he not only accepted the sign, but enhanced, in his own way on it.

The following minutes were quiet ones, though neither of us where quiet in our heads. I spent the time deciding whether or not to die of embarrassment, or to simply slap him from confusion. I had seen so many happy couples walking the run-down streets of my former home, the dim weather not intruding on their own flare of love and life. I guess I had always hoped for that to happen to me, but never, in a million years, did I think it would happen with a youkai who was torn between killing me and saving my life.

It was even more surprising when Goku cleared his throat and began to speak. "Listen, I'm sorry about leaving you… but if you weren't so damn difficult" He spat the end, noticing his mistake and slightly looking down as we both released each other and backed up quite a few feet. I wanted nothing more than to jump on him and claim it was not his fault, but something in the back of my mind told me he wasn't done with his speech. "You see, years ago, when I travelled the land in search of nothing more than killing, I met Rasor and he offered me a deal I couldn't help but savor. See, he wanted me to go on killing sprees, strickly for his dirty work. I look back on it now, and I sort of want to go on those old time killing sprees, but since I met you…" He drifted off. It was more than apparent that he wanted to say that it was now harder to kill than before, and that wasn't something I think he appreciated.

I took the breath he uttered to speak my own way, something I was sure he was tired of. "Goku, I don't care if your some devil, killer who doesn't know when to stop. The only things I see when I see you are sadness, and a simple desire to 'want'." I stated, slightly confusing myself, but working past it. "See" I said, leaning against a tree "Everytime I met someone, they were only nice and polite to me to get at my abilities, and while I think a secret part of you wanted those abilities for yourself like everyone else, something made you not. You saved me from death in a desert, you saved me from being captured the first time, then you save me from an asshole that wants to use me for world domination. And even after all of that, I simply repaid you by accusing you and walking away. It wasn't like I wanted to leave you, you know?" I asked, slightly rambling, letting the feeling I only wanted to keep bottled up slip out slightly. "I… kind of did, just want company. Someone to trust has been hard for me to find" I sighed, leaning back on the trunk, a slight creak echoing behind me.

Goku let a smile escape his lips as he noticed what my change in movements did to the tree, like he was the only one allowed to move. The tree gave out with tremendous ferocity. The whole tree flew to the side, causing me to slide into Goku's arms harshly, as we both fell harshly towards the ground. A sharp stick found its, sharp, splintered way deep into his back. Goku even let out his furious side as he yelled softly from the stick, deep into my ear. I let the pain from my ear fade as I realised just why, exactly Goku ended up with a stick in his back. He had, in fact turned us so that when we fell, he landed on the ground, and I bounced, softly, on top of him.

I jumped up quickly, afraid to put any pressure on him, but he stood up quite easily, and then the fact that he had demon powers and abilities probably made it less painful. He reached his hand behind his back and yanked the stick harshly out of his back, causing it to break, leaving over half of the stick stuck in his back. "Damn it!" He yelled. Without thinking very much, I slowly walked over to him, his back towards me, I easily ripped out the broken half of the branch. "Gee thanks" He mumbled, his anger hiding behind his hidden face.

I wanted to let a giggle escape but a slight chill creeped up my back. Goku's back had no chill, but he knew just as well our tumble had attracted attention. "Let's go" Goku almost groaned as we both took off, running wildly down the thick, branched path.

We ran, both of us breathing extremely hard, while mine was from pushing myself to run as fast as I could, Goku's was probably from frustration of having to slow down to wait for me. We ran, at the pace of a mere human for quite some time until Goku stopped and turned around to look behind us. I leaned heavily on the nearby tree trunk, hiding how heavily I huffed breaths. "Well?" I began to ask.

I became aware of the fact that either I was shrinking, Goku was growing, or I was falling and decided on the last assumption. I turned and tried to grab at the tree trunk, feeling the empty abyss below me leading to an easily broken leg. "Damn it" Goku shouted, dashing for my fading figure. It was just my luck that he grabbed my hand, but he was easily about to slide off if he didn't let go.

For once, he seemed like he couldn't muster the strength to pull me up, and it was then that I noticed the wound from the branch was opening further and further, bleeding even more profusely. "Goku…" I muttered, closing my eyes. In my head, I let forth the nicest smile I ever could before I zipped my eyes open and shook off his hand. He let a scream echo around me as his surprised hand flew back and he fell backwards, out of the hole and in safer territory.

However, the same could not be said for me. I felt the air rush out of me as I saw the hole leading to the only person I ever trusted, slowly fade into a small dot. It felt like an eternity before my leg crashed into something hard which threw me harshly against the side of the edge, catching me on a flimsy branch that seemingly stuck out of nowhere. My leg let forth a sickening crack that echoed all the way up to the top of the hole. My stomach tried to force itself further into the branch that barely held my weight as it was. Without my ok, my voice let forth it's own, shriek exclaiming the excruciating pain that cascaded from my leg and slithered it's way up to my stomach, twisting and winding it's way further up my body.

My eyes became blurred and unfocused and as I felt myself fading out from the pain, a thought entered my mind if I pass out, I could be in more trouble I bit my lip. "Damn… it" I muttered, but thankfully my will paid off and my hopes soared when I heard Goku's approaching voice and I felt the dirt scraping off the side of the hole.

The dirt-scrapping stopped as I felt a strong arm encircle my waist. I was swiftly hauled into Goku's arms, and looking up at his face, surrounded by the fading light from the sunset, made his face glow. Inside of myself I was shouting with glee and going crazy from how nice he looked. "I'm a pain… huh?" Forcing a small smile on my face, that slowly faded as he looked down at me.

"It isn't fun to see you hurt, you know" He said as he clawed his way slowly up to the top, each movement ripping against the side of my left arm, while my right was protected by his body, my left began to slightly burn as we climbed slowly up the wall. "Damn it" He cursed, and instantly I felt his movement stop. "This isn't going well today" He glared up.

My eyes slowly followed his, and through the growing darkness, at the top of the hole, I could make out figures who were staring down at us. Quietly, their dark voices reached down to us, and the grip Goku had on me began to make every inch of my now, broken and shattered leg began to tingle, but I forced that pain back into the very, insides of my mind.

Swifter than I knew, Goku launched us off the edge of the wall, to shoot up towards the blackened sky. We flew higher than our stalkers thought we would, but that scene was more terrifying than having menacing people staring down at us from the top of that hole. As we soared high above the canopy of trees that had covered us, a fiery disaster awaited our eyes. Every inch of the forest north of us was either burned to the ground, or burning. "Damn it" Goku yelled as he flung us to turn south, but that scene was not any more comforting as we noticed that we were completely surrounded by a burning forest.

However, an idea appeared in my head, and as I turned to face Goku, a ghastly sight soared above us. A large, black ship with turbines propelling it through the clouds, loomed above us. It's machinery and design was a complicated one indeed. "No" I said, as the ship stopped, and simply floated for a minute.

Goku turned his head upwards, and even though I could not see his eyes, I knew they had dilated. His grip slightly loosened as he wrenched one hand out from holding me, to slash at the air. As soon as he slashed at the air, blood sprayed out from some, invisible source, covering my entire face, and Goku's entire, frontal body, except the parts that I was covering up. Happily, I wasn't as squeamish now, and the mere sight of blood had no negative effect on me.

"What the hell are those?" Goku glared upward and as I followed his question, about five machine things zoomed down towards us. To me they looked like giant dragonflies as the 'wings' of the flying object flew towards us. It was only when they got closer, did I notice that three people rode on the backs of the giant dragonflies. "Shit, we have to…" Goku began to say, but his voice quickly faded, and swiftly I was wrenched from his arms. While I began falling into the burning forest below, I forced open my eyes, to see Goku falling as well, slightly above me. It was at that point I realized, no one pulled me from his arms, he didn't drop me, but a giant chain with a humongous spike on the end had carved it's way through his chest, and still resided there. His blood spilled from his chest and fell faster than he did, and this time as his blood covered me, I felt more sick than ever.

But when I wanted to scream, Goku had done the same thing, his painful cry ringing through the air. His continued scream seemed to fade in and out as, in my mind I could see him slowly fading out, even as a youkai, he must have had a limit, and a giant spike resting in his chest, he might have just hit it.

I slowly reached my hand out to him, but just as I did, the black sky faded from my view and was replaced by brown, and broken twigs as I fell, face first into a small puddle of water. I sat up quickly and spat the muddy water from my mouth, I sat still for half a second before I heard crashing behind me. I stood up quickly and turned to look over at Goku's bleeding form.

He laid still, not moving, or maybe even breathing. My hopes sank for the first time now, but I pushed them aside as I ran over to him. He lay, crippled over, with his face buried in the dirt. I placed a shaking hand on his still form and whispered his name. "Goku, come on, quit playing" I shuddered. I tried to sound braver than I was, and without my permission, tears began to spill from my eyes as I grabbed his yellow cape, now brown and red from dirt and blood, and toppled him over into my lap. His face was ground in pain, but to my horror he was not moving. "Goku?" I questioned, my voice starting to cry along with my eyes.

While I held his head, all of his blood still cascaded over me, men had crept up behind me. A cold presence quickly encircled my throat and wrenched me harshly from Goku, causing his head to fall, limp to the ground. "NO!" I shouted, struggling to fight not only who was holding me, but the tears. "Let me go!" I cried, pulling at the strong arm that had encircled my throat.

A strong voice echoed from my captor "Forget the demon, he's dead, and we got what we came for" I heard Blake gloat. As hard as I fought, and kicked I couldn't break free.

Slowly, Goku's body began to fade from my view. "No!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. I tried as best I could to destroy the man holding me. I tried desperately to push his arm off with my hands, I tried to kick him in the knees to knock out his balance, but as I did, my view was changed to the sky as I felt someones arms encircle my legs and restrain them from kicking. I tried to pull them free, but whoever was holding them had a very tight grip. I pounded on Blake's arms, but that too was soon stopped as both my arms were wrenched behind my back, now rendering me completely useless as every inch of me struggled, but remained restrained by my captors.

"When we return, put her in a restraint and lock her in a power-prevent cell, we don't want a repeat of the last test subject" Blake glared with his voice.

What felt like minutes quickly passed to reveal we had been traveling away from Goku for hours. I had now grown too tired to fight back anymore and as my view of the dark sky changed to stone ceilings, I knew we had entered whatever place they were taking me.

A loud screech echoed around me as I was thrown onto the ground, but my legs had grown numb and almost gave out from underneath me, but two guards caught my wrists before I flew to the ground and stretched them out to the sides, so much so it began to hurt, and I could swear one guard broke my arm, but even with both of my arms as far apart as they could get them, sending ripples of pain constantly through my body, they grabbed both of my legs, my broken one sounding a sickening crack again as they tied them tightly to the ground. My head hung down, and my long hair was now cascading down in front of my ankles. "This damn hair gets annoying" I heard one say. My head was instantly wrenched upwards, and a painful, sawing motion began to cut my hair. In my mind I teared up again, remembering how much Goku seemed to like my hair, regardless of whether he said it or not. Long strands of hair began to clump at my feet, and about five minutes past the sawing motion, small strands of hair began to drop into my face, and I knew instantly they had cut my hair to about shoulder length. My head was then wrenched backwards into a wall as a cold metal bar encircled my throat, followed by the same feeling of cold metal closing in on my forhead. Within those minutes of pain I had been restrained to a wall and forced to stay in that one position.

It hurt like hell, not only to have the one thing that turned me into a slightly maturing girl, but also to know that Goku may not even be able to come help me due to him seeming to be dead. I tried to push the thought away, but Goku's crippled over form, did nothing but stain my mind. As I opened my eyes lightly, I glanced forward noticing I had been left alone, and slowly, I let even more tears drip down my face, wanting them to stop, but to no avail. I wasn't sure how long I spent crying, but after what seemed like hours, the door to my cell was thrust opened. I drew in a deep breath and opened my midnight eyes to glare at the man who had intruded on my sadness.

"Have I come at a bad time?" I heard Razor's voice snake it's way over to my hanging form. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much anger I now had stored in for him, I simply stared at his shadowed form. The door closed lightly behind him, and as he took swift, long steps towards me, I could smell ash and fire that came from his clothing, sending fear rippling down my every being. "So how have they been treating you? I see you cut your hair" His voice grinned "Goku would be displeased" He smiled crookedly.

My anger welled inside of me as I tried desperately to launch myself at him, succeeding very little. His eyes glistened for a moment as he pulled out a remote and pressed a small button, releasing the bars on my neck and forhead. "I'm so polite arn't I?" He asked, seriously expecting an answer, but the only response I gave him was a glare to penetrate any armor. He grinned once again, "Bring it in" He ordered over his shoulder, his eyes locked onto mine.

About five men marched in, carrying something in a large bag, "Collected as ordered sir!" One man saluted. Razor nodded and the men quickly walked away.

He strolled over to the bag, happily bouncing his way to a corner of it. "See how nice I am?" He asked, gripping the bag and throwing it into the air. It was difficult to make out, but as he flipped it, horror paralyzed me.

There, lying on the floor in front of me, was the girl from before, her hair a tattered mess now. "I gave her a quick death. She couldn't stand how a youkai touched her, so she practically begged for death" He smiled.

My eyes locked onto her sliced form. Her arms were hanging on by mere bone fragments. Her legs had sword marks dug into them, like she was carved. "Then again" he shrugged walking closer to me, "You might understand her death better than anyone, considering your locked up were she was" He smiled.

Fear gripped my mind when, even though I should have expected it, Razor brought out a large sword and slowly carved my legs to look like hers. As his sword slid, slowly up my legs, I could feel the blood drain from my leg, and as such it became very warm where the blood dripped like a waterfall. The blood took no time to crust as he transferred his sword from going up one leg, to going down the other.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as each millimeter the sword moved, the pain increased ten-fold. The only possible way I was keeping from crying was knowing that the few seconds of pain Goku must have felt before he passed must have been much worse. In that matter of thinking, I lifted my head, my slightly glazed eyes glared harshly at Razor, getting a slight jump from him.

He yanked his sword back, cutting into the long scar dragging on my body as blood spilled from it. He turned, his back towards me as he swung his sword over his shoulder. "Enjoy your darkness" He muttered, leaving the room, the smell of the small girl's mutilated corpse emanating in the room.

My eyes kept wandering back to the small shadow that was her corpse. I closed my eyes, trying hard to push the sight of her out of my mind, and bring the memory of the first encounter with Goku into my head. Everything about him, his smell, his feel, his breath, even his presence invaded my mind.

The first time I had met him, I thought him to be a viscous demon, but upon getting to know his closed up shell, I came to feel a deep bond with him. "Figures" I moaned to myself, my old scar beginning to burn like a fire, "First time I truly trust someone, he up and dies on me" I slightly laughed out loud.

For a second I thought I felt a breeze, but as I opened my eyes, it being no brighter than with my eyes closed, I knew, from the stillness of the room, he... was not there anymore.

I tried to imagine him, walking through the door, scoffing about how he was always rescuing me, but my image was ruined when Razor threw the door open and marched up to me. "Time to earn your keep" He grinned, holding out his arm for me to touch. I took one look at his armored self and spat in his face.

The midnight in my eyes seemed to throw fireballs at him, "I'll never help you" I hissed, glaring harder at him.

He let a scoff escape his throat, "Just what I was hoping" He grinned as he slowly removed his gloved hand and stretched his fingers. "I'm invading the Minoan's soon, tell me, from which direction should I enter?" He stated as he thrust his hand on to my face.

The burning shot into my brains and my eyes turned a strained red as every part of my tortured body began to rise in temperature. I let a howl of pain echo as my fiery body hardened into place, my mind now in a different time. I saw a decimated city, mostly burned to ashes and one man, in shinning black and red armor standing at the head of twenty or so women and children, begging for their lives, crying over their dead husbands. I looked around, and to the north, I saw countless soldiers marching from war, blood staining their armor, all Razor's minions. "The...North" I huffed, unwillingly telling Razor his best point of entry.

Razor's grin spread as he yanked his hand harshly from my face, while all I could do was stare at the ground, the pain still residing inside my whole, shaking body, while he turned on his heel and raised his hand at his commanders, "Today, we take the Minoan's" He yelled, leading his band.

The air seemed to still as he left, while I felt like I was burning to the ashes I witnessed in my vision, I fell limp and limber, the chains straining to hold my now lifeless-like body. My only hope to not screaming was the fading image of Goku's face, keeping my tears at bay, died, along with my care.

Tears fell like small waterfalls, the image of the town, the poor people who lost their loved ones, the children crying for there parents, and worst of all that monster, parading at the top of the corpses of the fathers who loved their families so much to die for them. As I cried, I had the realization that it was my fault, everything. Those families being torn apart, the world falling to him, and worst of all, Goku's death. "If we never meet" I silently sobbed, the fire spreading to my leaking eyes, "He would never have..." I trailed, unable to finish.

"Never would have what?" A dark voice asked, quiet and sad sounding. "You talk like you've lost someone" It called.

In my mind, I cried that everything was my fault, but in reality all I could do was mutter Goku's name over and over.

The voice trailed off, and I became alone again. I moved my eyes slightly, my vision blurred and painfull to use, and I knew I was gone because the second I did, I laid eyes on Goku. His image bent down to mine and pressed it's forhead against mine. "Your pathetic brat" It muttered, and as I was about to lunge for it, the image disappeared, leaving me in darkness again.

Once again I let tears spill. "Alone" I muttered again and again to the darkness. The fire was now subsiding, the blood still draining, but not fast enough to worry about.

I fell, limp once again as I stared at the ground. I felt a warm sensation pass me and slowly, unsure of what it was, I looked, seeing another image of Goku. This image had a large bloodstain where the pike had pierced Goku's chest, and his image was slightly see through and faded. It slowly bent down to me and stared, not saying a word. I decided that if this was my new reality, then I would have one more selfish act. I lunged forward, into my new image of Goku and held a long kiss to his lips, his presence slight but there. The image's eyes grew large, but silently accepted the kiss.

After what seemed like a minute but turned out to be a considerable amount of time, I swung back, hanging by my chains, enjoying the last bit of happiness I would cherish. I was expecting to be left alone again, all my images fading into my memories, picturing only in my mind the sight of Goku's back as he stood his ground in my defense. The door opened and shut quickly and footsteps quickly approached me. As I expected a dangerous hand placed on my forhead I became entangled in someone's arms.

My arms fell limp, no longer in chains, my feet dragged slightly away from the chains that help me previously. My hair dangled over my face, my eyes glazed as every sensation began to die. I was slowly laid against a wall and two sharply clawed hands grabbed my head and forced my dead-like eyes to shift to a shadowed form. "Luna, Luna open your eyes dammit" I heard a soft voice plead. "Damn there coming" The voice scoffed and stood. The door was thrown open and in walked Razor, the bane of my existence. "You bastard" I heard a familiar voice louden. "She was your daughter!" He growled, his arm throwing itself towards the small corpse on the floor.

It was then, I gathered the strength to stare at my encounter. Goku stood, his cape fluttering in a small breeze, his hair dangling in front of my face, his heated eyes focused on Razor. "I see" Razor pondered. "Looks like I'll have to kill you myself" He shrugged. He picked up his large sword and charged towards us.

"Luna" I heard Goku whisper softly, "Please move on with your life" He whispered kindly for the first time.

Deep inside I knew that this out of character gesture was meant to be his last, and without thinking, I threw my tortured body at Goku, throwing him to the side, avoiding Razor's blade. Without any meaning too, my future sight kicked in and suddenly I saw Goku, or someone who resembled Goku, bouncing around a temple like place, a man in a white robe beating his head on a desk. The Goku I saw here was a happy one, slightly shorter, but his entire self was happy, and I knew instantly, Goku was meant to live a happy life, with who, I wasn't quite sure yet, but the point was he would live a happy life. Reality thrust back when Goku shoved me behind him, as I was suddenly re-energized as I danced happily behind his back.

I looked around, noticing a difference, where the scar that my very own parents had gave me, forcing me to take this gift, was now that much longer, and I had a gut feeling that when it ran out of room to spread, so did my life. But even in knowing that, I revealed in the moment, being able to be near Goku, knowing he wasn't dead, he was there, alive and well, and fighting for me. "Goku" I said in his ear as he cocked his head, "I think... I can trust you" I smiled, leaning my head against his back.

A grin spread on his face, "Good, cause this is risky" He grinned evily, grabbing my hand and dashing past Razor and into the hallway where we quickly became surrounded.

I stood dumbfounded for a minute, "And this was your brilliant plan, now were in even deeper. How do you plan this out now? Did you even have a plan? Great, I'm the one who has to" but my rant was cut short when Goku huffed a quick shut up.

He grabbed my hand and as Razor was on his way to us, Goku jarred me to the side, jumped on the window, pulled me up, and jumped out of a good 20 story tower. "You said you trusted me right?" He yelled over the wind as he pulled me into a tight hug and faster than I knew, we were sliding down the wall, the slide quickly turning into a extremely fast sprint towards the ground, which was fast approaching.

The closer we got to the ground the more I trusted him. He connected his running between the tower and ground, and we took off that much faster as he ran, cradling me, deeper into a forest we ran, seemingly faster than light itself.