Mori, unfortunately, did not kill Buu, or even try to attempt to kill him. Yet, slowly over time, she began to become her old self. She made quick, smart-assed remarks toward Vegeta once more and bossed her favorite sayians around again. She began training again, yet she always made sure that no blow reached her head. She was very careful about that.
Although the nightmares ceased to end, it was less frequent than before. The images were still on her mind constantly, but she managed to suppress them. She would never be the same again, but she was close.
She woke up on a day in July, now it was December. Snow iced her mentor's favorite waterfall spot, turning it into a ten foot ice statue. Because of the frozen ice crystals, she was forced to wear shoes. Piccolo wasn't the one who forced her to put shoes on every winter. Chi-Chi was the one who practically tied Mori down to put the small black footwear on her feet.
Although it was hard for the child to move around, she was great full that she wouldn't get frostbite in her toes. It also matched her black gi and pants. Chi-Chi wanted to get her a sweater, but Mori had to put her foot down there. Long sleeved shirts got in her way when she wanted to fire something at someone. Besides, her black, weight cape kept her warm.
Well, Mori had been invited to a Christmas party at the Son's household. She considered that Christmas was a foolish tradition among humans. A big fat, magical man giving objects to 'good' children around the world was absurd and crazy. Chopping down a perfectly good tree and handing glass and plastic on it confused her.
Although she would never understand the useless tradition, she agreed to come. Of course, her mentor would not come, and that was fine with her. Mori knew how much Piccolo hated parties and holidays. 'Something' would cause a city to 'magically' disappear that night if Piccolo was forced to attend a holiday party.
The party was about a week before Christmas. The guests at the party were just the usual. The Z fighters, the Briefs, and, naturally, the Sons...and Gohan's girlfriend and her father.
The son's household was lit from every angle possible. Christmas lights were hung on the trees near the house and on it. The many colors blinked in unison. Frankly, all of the light hurt eyes. She heaved a sigh as she walked to the door that was framed with the lights. She knocked quite sharply. After a few seconds, the door opened to a blast of hot air.
Gohan. He smiled, "Nice to see you here." Mori rolled her eyes as she entered the thresh hold. Gohan chuckled, "Have trouble finding the place?"
Mori eyed him, "Are you kidding? You could land an aircraft near here on how bright your damn house is. Oh, and another thing, turn the fucking heater down a bit. It is hotter than a dessert. I should know, I've been to three different ones."
Tein laughed out right, "I see Piccolo is teaching you your swears."
Mori snorted as she shrugged off her cape, "Hardly. I learned all of these from Vegeta, so don't point fingers at my sensei. Piccolo just doesn't mind that I use them."
Gohan and Tein laughed. Gohan giggled, "I could see that. The boys are in Goten's room by the way, before you ask." Mori thanked him as she wandered around the mini crowd.
She walked about ten feet before being stopped by Yamcha. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey Mori? How's it hanging?"
Mori raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
Yamcha rubbed the back of his head, "What makes you think I want anything?" Mori placed her hands on her hips as she looked up at him. The raven haired fighter sighed, "Damn, for a six year old, you are pretty smart. Anyways, this friend of Bulma's is here and she is single. And since you are adorable, I was wondering if..."
Mori raised a hand to stop him, "I refuse to demean my self to help you pick up a woman. I have a reputation that I want to keep up. Besides, if I would help you ask that woman out, I would have to raise my reputation up again by ripping off your arms. So, you see the delimea."
The elder paled, "Ok...I get it. I'll leave you alone." He turned and left Mori to her own devices again. The girl grinned.
"Mori!"
She turned to see her friends in front of the kitchen door way. She smiled and walked to them. She stood between them as they said their greetings. A loud laugh erupted from the living room. The three children looked over to the commotion. Krillin was trying to keep from giggling as he pointed above their heads. The three looked up to see mistletoe above their heads.
Trunks and Goten blushed fiercely. Mori looked between the two of them, confused. She asked, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Trunks cleared his throat, "Well, up, when two people, or maybe three, are under a mistletoe, you have to um..." Mori fumed when he didn't finish.
She growled, "You have to do what?"
Goten and Trunks looked at each other with red on their cheeks. Goten quietly said, "This." The two leaned in towards Mori. Since the two were on opposite sides of Mori, they each kissed one of her cheeks...at the same time. Both boys' eyes were closed. A blush spread through the girl's face quickly. Her mouth formed an 'o' from surprise and her eyes were blank.
Trunks and Goten pulled back and starred at Mori, then looked away bashfully. Goten whispered, "Don't be mad at us...please." Mori closed her eyes and quietly counted to ten. She smirked slightly, "I'm not that mad." She opened her eyes, "I am going to the bathroom, when I come back, and I better not see anyone looking over a picture of this that shouldn't have been taken in the first place."
The girl quickly walked towards the bathroom. She slammed the door shut once she entered the bathroom and gently laid her back against the door. She took deep, even breaths.
She was so embarrassed, yet she wasn't going to murder her friends over it. She might have a few years ago, but now...now she just wanted to keep her friends alive. She shook her head and made her way to the basin. She cupped water into her hands and splashed it against her face. She shook her head. Water droplets flew from her wet face and splattered against the floor.
She looked up briefly. She jumped back, hitting her back against the wall. Her chest tightened as she tried to scoot further into the wall, away from the mirror.
In front of her, was a paler Mori with those red and black eyes. The creature was smiling yet was thinking thoughtfully at Mori. The reflection giggled. It spoke, but the mouth on the reflection did not open, Did you see how those two humiliated you? Give in to the power, let it control you. Get back at them. You will become powerful if you do.
Mori felt a force heavy on her shoulders. It felt like water racing around her slowly. Mori shook her head, "N-no. I won't l-let you." She used her will to push the power away.
Why do you struggle when you can have all of the power in the world? Mori growled as she tried to force the voice away. All the time she was doing this, she never broke her gaze from the mirror. Oh, I understand, you don't want to hurt those pathetic beings you call friends. Trust me sweetie, you don't need a pathetic, filthy sayian for a friend. Nor do you need a weak namekian for a mentor either. I could be your friend and mentor. I can teach you anything you like.
Mori sneered, "Don't you dare talk about Piccolo like that you bitch. I will never do it. I will never give in. Not as long as I live, you will never take over me."
The Thing laughed evilly, I tired to reason with you, I tried to let it be your choice, but it seems that I have to take you by force. No matter how long you pull me down, I will go through your guard. Sooner of later, your guard will falter, letting me slip through. It is only a matter of time. And after I take over your body, I will kill that damn namekian and those sayians you call...
The voice vanished when Mori ran up and punched the mirror right in the middle. Her raised arm shook as she starred at the wall that use to hide behind the mirror. Her breaths were ragged and uneven. A few stray hairs waved in front of her golden eyes.
She let a few minutes pass to get control of herself. Once control was achieved, she straightened her gi, pulled back her stray hairs, and walked out of the room calmly and coolly.
When she walked pass Chi-Chi, she said calmly, "Your mirror broke."
This is an early Christmas present! If you don't celebrate Christmas, then happy other holiday! I would say the holidays themselves but I spell for crap, my spell check is stupid, and it takes too long to look up words and I don't want to offend anybody.
Oh guys! You know what I want for Christmas? I want somebody to make me a deviant art picture of this story! It doesn't even have to be on deviant art. You can send it through email!
You guys could draw Mori and Piccolo, Mori and Vegeta fighting or smirking or something, Goten and Mori or Mori and Trunks. Mori and her evil half. Or even Goten and Trunks kissing Mori under the mistletoe! By the way, Mori has pointed ears, golden eyes, red hair, and usually wears what Piccolo wears but black...if you needed to know that.
Please, I would put the picture as my profile pic. It would be awesome! Great, now I sound needy.
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