Full Moon
The sunset on the death of Heshema, but the moon rose with my soul, showing me the scene of my death.
The true horror was yet to come.
As the time lapsed the pure darkness before the sighting of the moon took hold of my limp body in the hands of Krillin.
An golden orange glow sparked from Krillin's tears and took my body to the air, as my spirit watched on in terror.
The glow spread like fire over my body, lighting the sky as if the sun had never set on my life.
The shreds of light gathered and all the eyes turned to the sky. A pyramid formed around my corpse and spun in the air faster and faster until it shattered all together. In its place was a golden speck, like a star shinning in the distance.
But it was getting closer, taking shape. It took the form of a female body lying horizontal in the air. The body was honey colored and smooth as silk, the hair an autumn red blaze. The face was blank and plain, but the power from the body radiated a sense of beauty and nobility that everyone could see the face before it took its final features.
My spirit was left on the outside looking in at this marvel.
The woman turned and stood up as if getting off a bed, the shadow of the glass pyramid around her was barely visible, flickering its potency. Her eyes opened and she looked straight at me, but she had no eyes. She was only an empty shell of a being, the simple essence of power in its full.
I felt the pull only slightly at first, but than it became unbearable. Being outside of my body was draining me, and the closer the pyramid got to the ground the more my attention was caught by the barrage of thoughts now flowing in my plane of existence.
Come to your destiny, Belaki! It called to me, but regardless of my wants I needed to return to it. The pain was returning and as I looked to the warriors below me I could feel everything an overload of emotion.
I'm yours! My mind broke and my spirit moved with all haste to its new body.
I landed and the pyramid sparkled in the light of the rising moon. I opened my eyes to a glow of life. "Your turn," I whispered.
Goku's smile left him and a frown began to take its place as his hair changed from black to yellow, his blue eyes catching my attention first.
I rose slightly from the ground and pulsed my energy toward him. "Make your move, boy." I called to him.
He charged me, but I could feel him holding back. Every movement was expected, every twitch was so slow.
Kill him! It called to me making my anger flare and with it my energy. I struck him hard to the ground. "Take me seriously," I yelled to him, "you won't get another warning."
Goku didn't need another warning, he didn't get up. His hair was black and his energy signal was minimal, but it was there. I raised my hand to him, pushing my energy into my palm.
Kill him! It called to me. I fired!
The shot was intercepted by the son. He pushed it away like it was nothing. "Heshema," He yelled at me.
I readied another blast. "You can have a turn too." I mocked him.
"I'm ready." His face turned solemn.
"You can't," I mocked him; "your heart won't let you." I nearly laughed.
Vegeta stepped forward, "but I have no problem with it." He called to me, glancing over his shoulder to where Goku lay, passed out where I had put him.
Vegeta charged unrelenting toward me, his palms ready with a blast meant to kill me.
Kill him! It called to me. I readied my hands for a return blast. I measured the energy. I held just enough to out do him and hit him with a blast double that of his blow.
As Vegeta got closer, I could feel the heat of his energy, his furry. He fired, giving it his all and I fired back. The force was great enough to kill him.
But the shoot was neutralized before my eyes.
As the smoke cleared, I realized what had happened. Trunks had hit my blast and hit his father to the ground.
"You want your turn, boy." I called.
"Yes," He answered calmly. "I've been waiting." His face relaxed, his energy showed no signs of anger. It left me nothing to feed off of; nothing to hit.
Gohan stepped forward but his presence was all but forgotten. He didn't want to fight me. Trunks turned him away with a hand. This boy wanted to handle me alone.
I was afraid you would be hurt. His voice rang in my ears.
What was he up to? I searched his mind for his battle strategy. She had told him about the fight in gym and he had tried to hurt you. It was silly. I wanted to protect you from him and to do that I had to make sure she couldn't find anything on you, but she knew how I felt and that would be enough.
There was nothing in this boy's head. Nothing of value crossed his thoughts. I charged hitting him to the ground. His energy signal flashed out, but than it returned. Faintly but it was there. He turned his face up to me. What was he thinking?
I was in love with you. I asked her what it would take to get her to leave you alone. She said that one night with her would bring me back to my senses. She wanted me to sleep with her. She kept saying I wouldn't get any from you and that she would be better. When Gohan took you I thought if I played along with her I could show her the true way I felt, but you came back. When you cried I fell apart. I realized what a fool I had been.
"What's wrong with you?" I called down to him.
"I have wanted to do that for weeks now." His harsh voice breathed out causing his head to bob with the strain, but he was smiling.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm in love." He smiled to me. The warriors were looking over our fight in awe. When they tried to come to his aid Trunks raised his hand as far as he could in a sign to stop them. He still meant to take me on his own.
I bend down to my knees. "I have Goku and Vegeta on the ground and you are trying to cause a reaction of sympathy." I had meant it to be a joke, but as I heard it, it didn't sound so funny.
A blast grazed my back. I turned to look at Vegeta wobbling behind me with his hand raised.
I looked down to Trunks. He had begun to get up. "Your eyes are beautiful." He smiled.
"Why do you say that of all things?" I asked truly puzzled.
He stumbled forward. "You find out." He coughed his smile catching my breath. Drawing my attention from his father, who had returned to the ground in exhaustion regardless of any more I could have made.
They show your thoughts as easily as you read mine. I know how you feel Heshema! Your eyes are the same soft amber as the day I fell in love with you. All the anger is gone from them. The red anger has left them. It's not you.
"Now," Vegeta moaned. The warriors had surrounded me and where all readying to attack. Only Gohan stood with tears in his eyes.
My shock must have shown in my face. For when they attacked I found myself in the dirt.
Trunks had found the strength to push me to the ground, but took the toll for it. His back was badly burned and his energy signal was minimal. I pulled him into my arms, coursing my energy through him. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
He began to cough.
"I'm sorry." I kissed his forehead. "You've been so dear to me Trunks."
He breathing regulated. Gohan fell to the ground his emotions had the better of him.
"I couldn't bear to hear what you had to say because I… I didn't know I could take it." I began to sob.
"I love you too." I smiled with his eyes half open.
I kissed his forehead and blacked out. My energy was enough to save him, but I had to use it all. I pushed the last useable amount into Trunks, healing him of all physical wounds. My love of him would heal the rest.
The moon disappeared as the glassy pyramid shattered. My waking energy had moved into Trunks fragile body. I hadn't cared that with so much energy loss I could have died, again.
He pulled me into his arms, rising from the ground with my sleeping body. Denda nodded to him, pulling a bag of sensu beans from his pocket. Everyone would be fine. And the sun would rise again for another day and another life. I was complete. I had caused my damage, but I had overcome all my obstacles. The pyramid was finished, but I knew that in that moment of rebirth I had become the pyramid, attached to no bloodline, left alone save for those who would have me.