Fulfillment
Hello, people! I'm back! And typing on my sister's laptop, which is why my format may seem different. I'm gonna have one heck of a time posting this sucker, since this computer has no net access. Basically, I have to type this on here, save it to a disc, take the disc up to my other computer (currently occupied by my mother and sister's college classes), run a spell-check on it, and then post it! OY! But, I need to update this, since I know that people have been waiting for this for quite a while, so I figured I'd better write it! What's it been, two and a half weeks since I updated? Oh, and I know I promised some people two chapters for the long wait, but I decided to run them together in a kind of uberchapter. Well, here it is!
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Chapter 4
Bulma sat back on the couch in the living room of her new 'home' and rubbed furiously at her temples, trying to relieve herself of the stress headache currently having its way with her. The trip over to this world had been stressful enough, but then she was ripped away from her friends and given, of all things, a 'third-class citizenship', which was to say about two steps above a slave, and all because she was a "specimen of superior intellect, but inferior strength". Huh, if she ever got her hands on one of them, she'd sure show them how 'inferior' she was! She was then loaded onto a wagon considerably more comfortable than the carts her friends had been shipped off to market in and pulled to a somewhat small dwelling that was attached to a fairly large laboratory facility. She hated to admit it, but she had been impressed; she'd always figured these guys to be all about brute strength, to be barbarians. Never in a million years would she have thought they'd pay this much attention to the scientific realm.
Upon entering her home, she was greeted by the most wonderful sight she'd ever seen. There, standing in the middle of the living room, was her father. At first she didn't believe it, but there he was; same blue eyes, same gray-white hair, he had even managed to hold on to his cat! The realization finally sinking in, she had rushed into her father's arms and allowed herself to cry for the first time in months, soaking in her father's comforting embrace. But her relief was short lived, as her father then told her the news that he knew would break her heart. Her mother...
Bulma had known that one of the Saiyans' ships had been destroyed. Space pirates were assumed responsible, some of Frieza's rabble that weren't content to just go about their business and leave the rest of the galaxy alone. But, now she knew what happened, she knew that her mother had been on that ship. She was dead.
To add to her troubles, she'd just seen that broadcast and witnessed that mockery of a trial. Once again, she witnessed one of the people she cared about the most die; granted, he wasn't dead yet, but there was no way Krillin would survive that arena, whatever it was, not in his condition. They'd be sure to have it rigged, anyway. Even THEY weren't stupid enough to risk the possibility of him winning, not when it was their intention to humiliate him before killing him in a most painful way.
And now she was being confronted by a rather large Saiyan guard whose attitude was doing nothing to help her mood. "Do you understand your duties, woman?" he asked.
Bulma raised her head up to look at him. "Yeah, I'm supposed to find some way to make your people stronger." So much for her previous theory of the Saiyans not being barbaric. The only reason they had their scientists was to find ways to increase their power. Well, at least they were smart enough to know where the real power was.
The Saiyan smirked at her. "Don't forget, this is by order of the Prince himself. If you mess this up, you might just find your privileges revoked." He then leaned down and whispered in her ear. "And should that happen, there's a special place in the harem for you."
Bulma shoved him away from her and made a face. "Don't you worry; it'll be done before the month is out. And if you EVER try that again, I'll report you."
The Saiyan laughed. "Right, and who are they going to believe? Certainly not some human that was granted third-class status. I could take you right now and no one would make so much as a sound. But then I risk the Prince's displeasure, and believe me, when he gets unhappy, the entire population suffers." He then headed for the door, calling over his shoulder. "Remember, woman: you only have until the end of the month. The Prince will not grant an extension."
Bulma grumbled as she headed into her bedroom to change her clothes. She had a lot of work to do.
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Chi-Chi was trembling as she made her way down a darkened corridor that was lit only by a strange glowing sphere that had been placed on the food tray she was carrying. Apparently, her duties had started immediately following the so-called trial. As she hadn't been aware of that, she hadn't gotten started, which had earned her a slap across the face. Again, what was it with these people and slapping?! But now, she had to go and feed this prisoner who was supposed to be the worst of the lot and, having seen the other prisoners and enduring the catcalls, jeers and occasional grabbing as she passed, she really didn't want to meet the one that supposedly put these guys to shame!
This whole situation was ridiculous. Back home, she wouldn't have had to put up with this. She was a princess, for crying out loud! Of course, back home she was more than strong enough to handle any sort of thug that tried to mess with her. Here, on the other hand, she was considerably weaker compared to these Saiyans.
It was then that her imagination began to run wild. What if this guy was allowed to roam free in his cell? What if he tried to kill her? Or worse, what if he tried to have his way with her? Much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't able to defend herself here, and if he should decide...
She paused as she had finally reached the cell where her 'charge', as her supervisor had put it, was being held. She steeled herself as she prepared to enter. She didn't know if this guy was going to try anything, but she did know that she wasn't going to let him do it without a fight! But, as soon as she placed her hand on the door handle, she could hear the rattling of chains. 'Well,' she thought, 'at least he's chained up.' Soon after she could hear a voice call out. "Who's there?!"
She opened the door and entered the cell to find this prisoner sitting in what had to be a very uncomfortable position, his wrists and ankles bound by chains that wouldn't allow him more than a three foot radius for movement. His hair seemed to be covered in grease and his eyes were closed tightly as if in pain. She then realized that he probably hadn't been in any real sort of light for quite some time. He was probably having a hard time adjusting.
She took the opportunity to look around the cell and was shocked; back on earth, this sort of treatment would've been considered extremely inhumane. The cell couldn't have been more than ten feet in either direction, and the ceiling couldn't be more than a few inches above her head. There were absolutely no windows; the only thing that kept him from going completely blind was a small slit along the ceiling, which allowed light from one of the upper rooms to filter in. Chi-Chi had to wonder what exactly this guy had done to deserve this.
After a little while, he managed to open his eyes and look at her. and asked, "Who are you?"
For some reason, she didn't feel as though this guy was dangerous. He seemed almost too... innocent, too nice. When she looked into his eyes, they weren't the hardened eyes of a vicious criminal. They were still innocent. Innocent and filled with hurt. She felt she could trust him, at least enough to know he wouldn't try anything.
"I'm Chi-Chi," she finally replied.
'Chi-Chi? That's not a Saiyan name,' he thought. "Are you... human?"
"Yeah. Why?"
He hung his head slightly. "I'm sorry about... what happened. They never should've taken you like that. It wasn't-" he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. "Hey, is that food?! I'm starving!"
Chi-Chi was stunned. First off, he had actually apologized for what his people had done, and then he had shifted topics in the blink of an eye! She blinked a few times before regaining her composure. "Umm... yes. I'm the one that's in charge of feeding you." She sat down next to him. "But first, you tell me your name."
"No, first you may not want to sit in my... bathroom spot."
Chi-Chi jumped up and nearly dropped the tray she was holding on the floor, trying desperately not to be sick.
"Sorry," he said, "I probably should've warned you."
She calmed herself down and managed to force out a smile. "No that's fine." She pointed to a spot on the other side of him. "Is it safe to sit there?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure."
She sat down again and asked. him. "Now, what's your name?"
"I'm Kakarot."
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Juuhachi couldn't take anymore of this disgusting display. As the other nobles began to file out of the room toward the arena, she stormed up to the thrones, ignoring her father's warnings, fully intent on giving that pathetic little worm a piece of her mind. She was stopped short by a rather strong hand gripping her arm. She turned to face her assailant and found herself face to face with Raditz. "Well, well," he said. "Long time no see. What, may I ask, do you think you're doing?"
Juu wrenched her arm out of his grasp and scowled at him. "How dare you lay a hand on me?! What gives you the right to-?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I happen to be a part of the Prince's personal guard. Now, I'll ask you again: what are you doing?"
"What I do is none of your business!" Her face became a mixture of anger and disgust. "That arrangement ended over a year ago."
Raditz lowered his voice a bit. "What's your problem? I don't seem to recall you complaining about a thing during our time together."
"Our 'time together' was the worst mistake I ever made. I should've listened to my brother; I never should have gotten involved with you! You're nothing but a lying, manipulative, back-stabbing traitor! The only reason my father tried to arrange our bonding was because of your father, and by then it was over!"
He smirked at her. "Over, eh? I bet all I have to do is snap my fingers and you'll come running. I mean, who else is going to take a freak like you?"
She reeled back and slammed a fist into his face and was shocked to see that he wasn't all that fazed. In fact, he began laughing. "Or I could always wait until the next full moon. Then, you won't be able to resist me, whore that you are!"
She pulled back to hit him again only to find her fist caught behind her. She whirled around, fully intent on attacking whoever was interfering with her plan to see her father, a look of extreme displeasure on his normally smiling face. "Juuhachi! That's enough! While we are in public, you WILL conduct yourself as a lady, is that understood?!" Daifu then turned his attention to Raditz. "And YOU will stop bothering my daughter! She made it VERY clear that she wants nothing more to do with you, yet you will not leave her alone!"
Raditz lowered his head in a forced gesture of respect. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to-"
"You know, she didn't have a moment's peace until the day you left!" Daifu then motioned for him to move aside. "Now if you'll please move, we have an audience with the King."
Raditz did as he was told and the two made their way up to the throne area. "Now see," said Daifu to his daughter, "if you'd just listened to me, we'd have gotten to speak to them without the unpleasentries back there. It pays to listen to your old father at times."
Juu rolled her eyes. "Yes father, I admit, you were right. Now can we please just get this over with? If I have to be near those two for long, I think I'll snap."
They finally arrived before the two royals, and Daifu and the King began to trade the traditional banter about various things including economics, the weather, simple things of that nature, while their children engaged in a rather heated staring contest. Juu felt an enormous urge to go over and kill him AND his stupid hairdo, when she heard her father's conversation with the King take a more interesting turn.
"Far be it from me to argue with you, sire, but I do feel that this is a little extreme. I mean, death for an action that amounts to little more than fighting an enemy army-"
"Fighting an enemy army?!" The King appeared ready to fly into a rage. "This wasn't a war, it was conquest! The fight was over before it began! Their race was so weak; it should've been over in half that time! And what happens? A group of four humans killed Nappa and his guards, not to mention my son's entire elite guard! Don't you realize how humiliating that is for us?! We're going to be the laughingstock of the entire galaxy!!"
"Not to mention the fact that we'd be doing the humans a favor," the Prince added. "I know I wouldn't want to be represented by something that ugly!"
Juuhachi couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, please! The only reason you're doing this is to satisfy your own royal egos! You just can't stand the fact that you were nearly beaten by a human, so you're going to get rid of the evidence! You people make me sick!"
Daifu cringed at his daughter's words. "Juuhachi-!"
She turned to face her father. "No! I'm not just going to sit here and let them do this, and if Juunana were here, he'd agree with me!"
Prince Vegeta smirked slightly at the mention of that name. "Speaking of..."
Juu turned to look at him. "What?"
Vegeta turned away and left the room. "Why don't you tell them, Father? In the meantime, I'll be waiting at the arena." He turned back to face the others one last time. "I'm sure that I'll see you there, since you're just DYING to see what happens to the little freak." He shot off one last smirk and then left.
Daifu turned slowly to face the King, a large pain beginning to form in his chest. He dreaded what the King would say, feared the worst about what he was about to hear. The look that appeared on the Kings face told him all he needed to know. Juuhachi, on the other hand, seemed to need a bit more information. "Father, what's wrong?"
King Vegeta looked over at the young girl. "I'm sorry to tell you this, young lady, but your brother... your brother is dead. We received a message from the Vergassans just a moment ago. Apparently, they found him and his entire crew completely mutilated and his ship missing. They're still trying to determine who's responsible, but..." The King trailed off and shifted his gaze to Daifu. "I'm so sorry, old friend."
Daifu stood rooted to the spot as silent tears streamed down his face. His son, his heir, his child was dead, and the rest of his son's family as well. It was almost too much for him to take in. But as hard a time as he was having with this news, he knew who would take it the hardest. Sure enough, he saw that Juuhachi was in a state of shock. Her brother...dead? It couldn't be. Juunana couldn't die; he was too strong for anyone to kill! It wasn't fair! She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt her father's hand on her shoulder. "Come, Juuhachi, let's go home."
Those words seemed to stir something within her and a memory of only a few moments before; the Prince's departing words, they were a challenge to prove whether or not she was weak. She would prove to him that she was strong. She would go to that arena, and she wouldn't shed a single tear, not at the news that had reached her or at the no doubt inevitable outcome at the arena. "No, father. We promised we'd be at the arena, and so we shall." Her father was shocked at the new, cold tone in her voice, but it didn't matter right now. She was going to prove to that scumbag that she was stronger than he thought and he'd never be able to call her weak again.
Not much longer than five minutes later, they were seated in the King's private booth at the arena, which, Juuhachi noted with a tinge of disgust, was conveniently located close to the palace. She took stock of her surroundings: in their seating area, there were several large, plushy chairs and two ornate thrones only slightly less immaculate than the ones at the palace, though the two occupants of said thrones still wore that same wicked smirk that they had earlier as they eagerly awaited the start of what they had simply dubbed 'the games'. Various other nobles occupied the other chairs in the booth and they also seemed anxious to see the little human die. 'No,' she thought, 'not just any little human. My little human.'
It was strange, the way she'd come to think of him as hers. She couldn't quite remember when she'd come to think of him as such, but she was almost certain it was when she'd first heard stories of him, terribly exaggerated stories of this group of large, unstoppable humans. At first, it had been a mere fascination with these 'super-humans', but over time, as the stories became a bit more clear, she began to see these humans as they really were; just members of a race under siege trying their best to fight back. Of course, having access to the palace archives helped her to see past the propaganda that the royals expected the people to swallow. Among these were descriptions of those that had stood against the Saiyans: a tall, three-eyed human, a small human that the report noted looked remarkably like the denizens of Miiyok, a race of being that even outshone the Saiyans in the area of longevity, an old man that was apparently their teacher, and finally, what was deemed to be an ugly deformity of the human race. That was a mystery in and of itself; stereotypically, a hero was supposed to be this handsome, dashing figure, yet this one was, she had to admit, a bit unattractive. But despite all this, she felt drawn to him in some strange way. Especially when she had seen him, when she'd seen the way he'd looked, how the females of his race had tried to distance themselves from him- all save one, anyway.
Another thought then struck her: suppose that he had a mate? What then? Would that have any sort of effect on how she felt, or was it even that sort of attraction?
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To say Chi-Chi was shocked was an understatement. In the short time she'd been down in this cell, Kakarot had already eaten almost all the food on his tray, and he was STILL hungry! As it turned out, he was indeed on half rations, and was even a bit malnourished, all in an attempt to keep him weak enough to prevent escape. Well, it certainly was working, as he'd been down here for almost a year.
"So," he asked her after swallowing a mouthfull of food, "did you come here with family?"
"No. My family died during the invasion."
Kakarot felt like slapping himself for asking that question. "Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's alright," she replied. "You couldn't have known. So, how about you, do you have family?"
Chi-Chi was startled as Kakarot's eyes seemed to burn at the thought. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not talk about my family right now."
"Alright, that's fine. I was just-"
Both of them were startled by the sound of the door swinging open and in strolled that long haired guard that had brought her to the palace. The words that came from his mouth, however, were shocking and unexpected. "Hello, brother. I've brought you a little someth-" He cut his words short as he became aware of the cell's other occupant and burst into a fit of laughter. "OH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT! You got stuck with that crazy earth-whore?! Well, seems I can tell the future, doesn't it?!"
Kakarot's hands balled up into fists as he struggled with all his might to keep from attacking the one before him. "What do you want, Raditz?"
Raditz but on a fake smile that was so believable that it almost had Chi-Chi fooled. "Why, I'm just trying to bring you a little gift. What, I can't bring presents to my poor baby brother?" He tossed an electronic device about the size of a tissue box at the two of them. "The arena events are going to be broadcast. Even I'M not cruel enough to deny a Saiyan the opportunity to see a fight, no matter how short it may be." He seemed to find that quite entertaining and burst into another fit of laughter as he walked out the door and slammed it behind him.
Kakarot scratched his head. "What was so funny?"
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Juuhachi had given up sitting in her chair and began to pace back and forth in the booth. She just wanted to get this event going and be done with it. As if in answer to her silent wish, a loud horn was sounded from somewhere in the upper area of the arena and a ridiculous announcer strutted out into the center of the arena dressed in bright, flamboyant armor. He raised his hands up before speaking. "People of Vegeta-sei! We are gathered here today to witness the carrying out of the sentence passed by our great King Vegeta-" and here he paused to allow the almost rehearsed cheers to lift up from the crowd before continuing- "on the human known only as Krillin for his crimes against the Empire!" Juu rolled her eyes at the again expected boos and taunts that came from the crowd.
She perked up a bit, however, when she saw that Krillin was now in the center of the arena as well. She also noted how some of his wounds seemed to be much better than before. They had probably used some new healing device that the military had developed. She also noticed that they had stripped off the remnant of his shirt and blushed slightly at the sight. Realizing that her father seemed to be scrutinizing her very closely, she looked away quickly and waited for the games to begin.
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Krillin was awestruck by what was happening. One minute he was on display before a crowd of angry Saiyans and the next thing he knew, he was carted off to this arena and being coated in medicinal herbs and scanned by this weird little device that seemed to accelerate their effect. Now, here he was, standing in the middle of the arena next to someone that seemed to be the Saiyan Elton John spout off about all the evil things he'd supposedly done. Finally, the announcer left the arena and a large door opened on the other end and a hideous green creature came running out. "What IS that thing?!"
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Juu turned and looked at the smirking Prince Vegeta. "A Saibaman? You promise everyone he'll die and all you send out is a Saibaman? What's your game, jerk?"
He simply stared down into the arena, watching the events that were about to unfold. "All, in good time, freak. All in good time."
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"Kakarot, what IS that thing?"
He managed to pull himself away from the screen and look at Chi-Chi. "That's a Saibaman. They were created by some scientist a long time ago to be used as cannon fodder, basically. They could either weaken a strong enemy or destroy a weaker one that wasn't worth risking any actual troops for." He noticed the worried expression on her face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing," she replied, trying to hide the worry on her face. "It's just... Krillin's one of the only friends I have left."
"So HE'S the guy that gave my brother and Vegeta so much trouble?"
"Uh-huh."
Kakarot smiled. "Well, I like him already! Don't worry about him. If he's that strong, he should be able to handle a FEW Saibamen with no trouble."
Chi-Chi just nodded as she watched the screen. 'I sure hope you're right.'
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Krillin stood his ground, waiting for his strange opponent to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long, however, as the thing rushed at him and swung a clawed hand toward his face, missing only by a few centimeters. 'Wow. That thing's faster than I thought!'
He flipped backward to put some space between him and the creature, only to find the gap closed almost before he was back on his feet, and he was forced to raise his hands to block as a flurry of blows flew from the creature, which emitted a series of sharp shrieks as it attacked. Krillin did note one fatal flaw, however; this creature was spending so much time attacking his upper body that his legs were free to attack. He quickly swung his leg upward and slammed the creature into the air. He then fired off a ki blast almost immediately afterward and the creature exploded into a puff of green smoke.
"What, that's it? That was supposed to kill me? That was too easy!"
His victory was short lived as another three of the creatures entered through the same door and immediately rushed to attack. Krillin found himself backed into a corner as he was forced to block blows aimed at both his upper and lower body while still having to worry about the other one, who seemed to be standing behind the others, just watching. Krillin was pulled from his observation by a rather painful blow landing in his gut and he realized that this batch was considerably stronger than the last one he fought. His eye wandered back to the odd one out and noticed that he seemed to be focusing for an attack. Krillin timed his movement just right and leapt out of the way just as the creature's head split open and a green liquid flew out from the opening, coating one of the others and dissolving it almost instantly.
'Whoa, I didn't know these things could shoot acid!'
He then noted that the rate at which the creature's wound closed was slow and decided to take advantage of the situation. Using the other creature as a springboard, he leapt into the air and fired a succession of ki blasts into the opening in the thing's head, causing him to explode.
Krillin smiled and turned to face the last remaining creature. It may have been considerably more powerful than the last one, but he could certainly take out this last one. But, as he rushed to attack, he noticed than it began to glow. He barley managed to throw himself out of the way before the creature exploded, leaving behind a fairly good-sized crater.
Krillin pulled himself off the ground with a grunt and thanked his lucky stars. If that had hurt this much from just the shockwave, he could only imagine what would've happened had he been at the epicenter.
He bent over and placed his hands on his knees, trying desperately to catch his breath. He thought that maybe, just maybe, it was over. The creaking open of those large wooden doors, however, dispelled any hope he may have had of being done, and he stood to face his next opponent. Much to his horror, no fewer than ten of those same green creatures marched through that door into the arena and the crowd erupted into applause.
'This borders on overkill,' he thought as he straightened himself. Common sense made him well aware that he couldn't fight them all at once, especially now that he knew of their special abilities. There was only one thing left for him to do. 'Darn it, I promised myself I wouldn't use this yet!'
He began to concentrate and a large ki ball began to form in his hands. The crowd became hushed as they watched this strange new ability unfold. Opening his eyes, he brought his hands upward and the ball rushed straight up into the air, hanging for a brief moment before Krillin motioned for the ball to drop. As it did, it split into several smaller balls and each collided with its target, destroying it instantly.
When the dust finally cleared, the crowd was amazed to see nothing else in the arena but scorched ground. The reactions were mixed; some booed and hissed, some began to cheer, and most just sat in pure shock at what had just happened.
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Now it was Juuhachi's turn to smirk at Vegeta. "Well, my Prince, it seems that the human has survived your tests. What are you gonna do now?"
Vegeta returned her smirk and allowed himself a slight chuckle. "If you really think it's over, freak, you have another thing coming!" He then pulled what looked like a small remote out of the drawer of the end table next to him and pressed the large button on it. Juu turned her attention to the arena again and watched as the door creaked slowly open. She then gasped at the sight of the thing that walked through the door.
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Chi-Chi was shocked by the monster that walked into the arena. It looked like a giant version of those Saibamen, only more muscular, lacking any sort of a mouth and it was blue.
She turned to look at Kakarot, who only raised his hand. "Before you even ask, I have NO IDEA what that thing is!"
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Krillin was quite intimidated by the monster that stood before him. It looked to be quite a bit more powerful than its smaller cousins he'd faced before. His theory was proved to be correct when the thing rushed straight at his and slammed its fist into the side of his head, sending him flying to the other side of the arena.
Krillin pulled himself off the ground, half expecting the creature to already be towering over him, but to his surprise, it was actually only halfway over to his current position. Apparently this one was only half as fast as the other were. This realization proved costly, however, as it allowed the creature to close the gap and drive its foot into his stomach, causing him to lift into the air. Before gravity could even take effect, he felt the creature's hand close around his neck and hold him into the air as it proceeded to use its free hand to pummel him without mercy.
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Juuhachi slid over in her seat and half whispered to her father. "You have to stop this. It's not fair!"
Daifu took his daughter's hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I've already done everything I can." A thought suddenly struck him; was Juuhachi somehow infatuated with this human? It didn't seem possible, yet there were signs. The way she looked at him, the way she spoke about him, it all pointed to the same conclusion.
Daifu tried to ignore the nagging feeling, but it wouldn't go away. Besides, what if she DID feel something for him? Even if it was only some passing feeling, he couldn't bear to see his little girl hurt again, not after what had happened to her brother. He leaned forward and began to whisper into the Kings ear. "Pardon me, sire, but I have a proposition for you."
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Krillin could feel his strength slipping slowly away. He knew he couldn't hold up much longer under this kind of beating. He had to take action, and fast. Gathering up his strength, he drove his foot into the creature's midsection several times as hard as he could. The creature dropped him and clutched at its gut and Krillin decided to use this opportunity to put some distance between them.
He skidded to a halt on the other side of the arena and raised a hand into the air. A small, glowing disc appeared above it, growing in speed and size until he finally flung it forward at his enemy. The disc flew forward and sliced an arm off of the creature, followed closely by a second which removed the other arm. Feeling it had no alternative, the creature began to gather energy for a self destruct attack while running toward him. Krillin threw yet another disc at the creature, slicing its head clean off, but instead of dropping to the ground, the thing kept running at him. 'What is this thing made of?!'
He knew that he couldn't let that thing touch him and he had only one option left. He cupped his hands at his side, tips of his fingers pointed to the rear and began to call out.
KA
As he did so, a bright blue light began to emit from his hands.
ME
The light began to take shape and form into a ball that was nestled perfectly in his hands and began to fluctuate slightly.
HA
Vegeta stared at the little human, and began to try to figure out what exactly he was trying to do, when suddenly it became all too clear. "That's impossible!"
ME
Kakarot's eyes grew wide. He had no idea what this technique was, but he certainly wanted to learn it!
HA!
Krillin thrust his hands forward no more than a foot away from the creature in front of him and a large blue ki wave erupted from the center, completely engulfing the creature. It wasn't too long before the creature had been completely blown apart and the wave receded. Krillin let his hands drop to his sides and began panting again. That last attack had taken everything he had left in him and he was now completely spent. He fell forward to the ground, gasping for air as the entire world went black.
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Well, that's it for now! Hope you like it and sorry if it stinks. I've had to babysit and cook and such while writing this and it's taken me a grand total of twelve hours! How's THAT for dedicated?! Oh, and when you're done here, go read 'Blood's Song' by Diinya-chan. It's AWESOME!! Well, I'll see you guys next time! Please review!