Hey, it's the next chapter. We're back to the Z Fighters! Plus, learn why Kario hates Pan.
Chapter 34
"Piccolo, did you see all that?" Dende asked as he stood the edge of the Lookout, the only sound that could be heard was the wind rushing past him.
"Yes, I did." Dende turned to see the taller namekian standing next to him.
"What does this mean?" Dende asked.
"It means that Cell's made the first move." Piccolo said.
"Piccolo, what's going on?" Piccolo and Dende turned to see Kiara walk up to them, dressed in a gi similar to Piccolo's, like the one that Gohan had worn before the Cell Games, but this outfit was female customized. She had her amrs crossed and was looking at Piccolo with curiosity.
"What are you doing? Continue your meditation immediately, until I call you! Mr. Popo!" Piccolo yelled. In an instant, Mr. Popo was standing next to Kiara.
"Okay, okay! Sheesh, what's the big deal?" Kiara muttered as she turned to follow Mr. Popo. When both were gone, Piccolo sighed.
"Piccolo, is she really our last chance?" Dende asked.
"Yes, Dende, for the moment. Gohan is dead, Goten and our Trunks aren't powerful or skilled enough, the Trunks from the future returned to his own time after that chaos in the Ministry in nineteen ninety six, Goku refuses to leave Chi-Chi while she's pregnant, Pan's got her hands full with her twin, and we have no idea where Bardock, Vegeta, or his father are, not to mention the rest of us are on the run, not to mention the Order of the Pheonix! If all hell breaks loose soon, we need to be ready." Piccolo crossed his arms.
"Should we use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber? You've only used it once, haven't you?" Dende asked.
"Yes. But, I was hoping that Gohan would be the one to do it. Goku can't do it, since he's been in there twice. I was hoping that I could use my second time in there for something useful, but it appears that I'm destined to be the teacher to Goku's kids. I still have Kami's memories of her birth, and her mother. Kiara is the daughter of a powerful pureblood witch and a full blooded saiyan. A very powerful combo. It may be possible that she possesses more raw power than Gohan. Look at how fast she mastered the super saiyan transformation. With the right training, she could even take control of the SSJ2 transformation." Then, Piccolo snarled and snatched something off the ground.
"KIARA, I'M NOT WARNING YOU AGAIN! MEDITATE NOW!" Piccolo roared. Then, he disintegrated what he was holding with a small ki blast.
"What was that?" Dende asked.
"One of those blasted Weasleys's extendable ears. I don't know which duo is worse: Goten and Trunks, or Fred and George." Piccolo muttered. (Why don't you vote?)
"Piccolo, you have to admit, getting a dinosaur into the Hufflepuff common room was pretty funny. Remember the look on Umbridge's face?" Dende chuckled. Piccolo didn't say anything, but a small smile went over his face.
"Anyway, has anyone been captured?" Piccolo asked.
"No, not that I'm aware of. If anyone was captured, I'd know it." Dende answered.
"And the dragonballs?" Piccolo asked.
"Well, I know that they haven't been used yet. But, we've got a problem and an advantage at the same time. While they have six dragonballs, the only one that they're missing is the Four star ball." Dende said.
"Which Gohan hid, and used the Fidilious Charm on himself to make himself Secret Keeper. And, if he didn't tell anyone where it's hidden..." Piccolo began.
"The dragonball would be gone." Dende finished.
"Damn! He had to have told someone! But who?" Piccolo growled.
"I would have thought that it would be you." Dende said.
"Rah! Nothing is going according to plan! Where the blazes are Hermione and Ron, anyway?" Piccolo cursed.
Speaking of our Horcrux Hunters…
"Hermione… what the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked slowly as he suppressed the urge to barf. After apparating in France, Hermione had taken them to some French restaurant near the Eiffel Tower. Needless to say, Hermione appeared to be the only one enjoying herself.
"For your information, Ron, this is escargot." Hermione answered as she dug her fork into one of the shells and pulled something out of it, which she then put into her mouth.
"What the bloody hell is escargot?" Ron asked, getting disgusted looks from other people in the restaurant.
"It's cooked snails." Hermione answered. Ron blinked with shock while Pan rolled her eyes.
"If you don't like it, then go wait outside with Android Sixteen. We don't need unwanted attention." Pan whispered. Android 16 was standing outside for several reasons. The first was that he didn't eat. Two, his size attracted unwanted attention. Three, he was holding Pan's sword, since this restaurant had a strict "No weapons" policy.
"Tourists." A waiter snorted as Ron hurried out of the restaurant. Hermione sighed and then went back to her food. Meanwhile, Pan was eating a salad.
"Hermione, it's a bad idea to come here, especially with… that." Pan glanced at Hermione's bag.
"We'll get back on the road, once we finish eating." Hermione said as she ate another snail. Pan frowned.
"What is it?" Hermione asked as she wiped her mouth.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering where my brother is." Pan said softly.
"Well, let's just hope that he's not nearby." Hermione answered.
"Knowing my brother… he won't rest until he finds me." Pan sighed.
Meanwhile…
"According to the scans, your body is slowly restoring itself. You're lucky that the burns weren't magical, or the effects would be permanent. However, the damage to your respiratory system can't be healed naturally." A lizard doctor said as Bardock Jr lowered his mask onto his head.
"That's not good enough, blast it!" Bardock whirled on the doctor with fire in his eyes.
"I understand… but there's nothing I can do." The lizard doctor stammered.
"There you are. Back here again?" Both turned to see Morgana walk through the doorway.
"My lady!" Both bowed instantly.
"Rise. Anyway, coming here over and over isn't going to make your recovery any faster. I've already had Professor Snape make you efficient potions that have been repairing your lungs. Can't you already breathe without your mask for long periods of time?" Morgana raised her eyebrows.
"That's not what I want! I want my old body back! I want to see Pan dead at my feet!" Bardock spat as he slammed his fist into a tank, causing it to crack.
"And you will. I promise you, you'll get to finish the battle that you started. But, for the moment, we can celebrate. The Z Fighters are on the run, the Order of the Pheonix is all but destroyed, Harry Potter and Gohan Son are dead, and we have the muggle and wizarding President as our captives. We've all but won." Morgana smiled.
"I guess… but isn't that being cocky?" Tyranus asked.
"Don't be such a stiff! We won in our time, and we'll win now. And when we get the dragonballs, you'll get your wish. I can't wait for you to be your old hunky self again." Morgana giggled before whirling and walking out the door. Then, she turned.
"Come Tyranus. I'm going to have a chat with the president." Morgana said. Then, she turned and left. Tyranus soon followed her.
Back to France…
"That was tasty." Pan sighed as she rubbed her stomach, as the small group walked down a street with stores on both sides. She then sipped a coke.
"Why would someone eat snails? That's bloody disgusting!" Ron gagged.
"If I want to eat snails, then that's my own bloody business!" Hermione sniffed.
"There appears to be a commotion up ahead." Android 16 said. Sure enough, there was a group of people standing around an electronics store.
"Hey, what's going on?" Hermione asked as they walked up.
"Did you hear? Ze American president was killed!" a french man said. Pan choked on her coke.
"Say what?" Ron gaped while Pan wiped her mouth. Then, they looked at the television.
"This just in. It is confirmed that Air Force One never reached Colombia, and we have just acquired new information that states that derbis from the plane has been found in the Gulf of Mexico. The last radio report from the pilots confirms the theory that the plane was hijacked, but there were no transport vehicles reported leaving the scene. It is unknown what nationality the hijackers were or what their purpose was. The American Embassy has not released any more details." A female French reporter said as she stood in front of the American Embassy.
"Morgana." Pan hissed as the crowd dispersed. Then, she whirled and stalked down the street. Quickly, ron and the others followed her.
"You-know-who's daughter?" Hermione whispered.
"Yep! And I have a very good feeling I know who she sent to do the job." Pan whispered, looking around to make sure that they were alone.
"Who?" Ron asked nervously as he jogged up with Android 16 behind him. Pan leaned against the wall and sighed.
"His name is Kario Carsecs, one of the most notorious bounty hunters in the universe. He's from the planet Andraxa. Last time I ran into him, he left me this." Pan pulled the upper part of her shirt that was covering her left shoulder down, revealing a scar that crossed it.
"Ouch." Ron winched.
"He's not a wizard, but he's got magical weapons that he's collected over the years. He learned everything that he knows from his father, Zarza Carsecs." Pan sighed.
"And… what happened to him?" Hermione asked.
"I killed him." Pan said.
"You did? How?" Ron asked.
"He came out of retirement to hunt me down after Cell and Morgana found out I had survived. In the end… well…" Pan pointed at her sword, and then slid her finger across her neck.
"You sliced his head off?" Hermione stared at Pan.
"I didn't have a choice. He was about to kill me. Kario swore to kill me after that, and still wears his father's helmet. After that incident, I acquired the name "Witch." Pan muttered.
"What does all this mean?" Android 16 asked.
"Don't you get it? The president's not dead… Morgana has him! And not just him, the wizarding president!" Pan snarled as she banged her fist against the wall.
"I know why!" Everyone whirled to see Hermione with shock in her eyes.
"What?" Pan asked with complete interest.
"The United States is completely surrounded by one of the most powerful magical shields on Earth. Only the Wizarding president knows the spell to lower the barrier. He acts as the Secret Keeper. I read about it back at Hogwarts in Fourth Year." Hermione said.
"That means… Damn it! Morgana's planning an invasion!" Pan cursed.
"What the bloody hell do we do now?" Ron asked.
"We… we get moving. We get to Baba's, we find out how to destroy the Horcruxes, and then we strike back. Come on, we're apparating to Korin Tower. AND, we can take the risk." Pan said. With a sigh of defeat, Hermione extended her hand. Once everyone grabbed it, they vanished with a crack.
Aboard the Decimator…
"Has he said anything at all?" Morgana asked Teela as she walked down a hallway, with Tyranus behind her.
"No. Not a word." Teela said back. Then, they turned to see two large brutes standing on the left and right on the door. They seemed to growl at Bardock, but they didn't move as Morgana passed them. Past the door was a small room. You could see Warren sitting on an iron bench behind a shimmering blue shield. With the push of a button, the shield faded, causing Warren to look up.
"Warren Griffin. We meet at last." Morgana smiled and gave a little bow.
"So, I take it you're the one in charge here?" Griffin asked as he and Morgana looked at each other.
"I am. I'm Morgana Riddle, daughter of Lord Voldemort, also known as the Dark Lady, empress of the Dark Empire, second only to Emperor Cell." Morgana smiled.
"Hmph. The CIA and FBI have been keeping an eye on that man, ever since his first appearance in the late 70's and early 80's. I do see the resemblance, by the way." Griffin smirked.
"Impressive. And thank you." Morgana said.
"And who's he? Reminds me of Darth Vader, from the muggle movie series. Let me guess, you've got a hideously burned face under that mask?" Warren smirked at Tyranus.
"Be grateful, president, that I don't choke the life out of you and toss you out an airlock!" Tyranus hissed.
"That's enough, Tyranus. Anyway, if you've heard of my father, then I guess you've heard of Harry Potter, haven't you?" Morgana smiled.
"As a matter of face, the English Minister of Magic did mention quite a bit about Harry Potter the last time he visited The States." Griffin said.
"I applaud you, Griffin. You're incredibly calm for the situation that you're in." Morgana said.
"Thanks. I spent over a year in a Nazi concentration camp. I've seen more than you know." Griffin smirked.
"I've seen entire civilizations die, Mr. President. Watching yours die will be no different." Morgana smirked back.
"Wow. And I thought my teenage daughter was scary." Griffin frowned.
"Thanks. But, I have the manpower and firepower to back up my claim. Not to mention… we have Cell on our side. The same Cell who wiped out an entire army with a flick of his hand. And now… he's one of the most powerful wizards on the planet." Morgana smirked.
"Some advice… that's old news. After that mess at Hogwarts back in ninety-three, every nation got warned. We all have protections against that human insect. So, nice try. But I'm not telling you anything. And Bill doesn't know anything either. Let the man go." Griffin smirked.
"Hey, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Besides, he's not innocent. Even we know about that intern business." Morgana chuckled.
"If anything, you've made your invasion even harder by kidnapping me. Security's going to be more tight than an American Spineback's scales!" Griffin smirked.
"Cocky bastard." Tyranus muttered.
"You can try all you want, but I'll die before I betray my country. So, who are you all working for? Russia? Former soviets? Islamic terrorists?" Griffin asked with a smile.
"Are you serious? You really think another country has this kind of technology, or these soldiers? We're on our own." Morgana chuckled.
"So… where's the big boy? I thought that I'd meet Lord Voldemort himself. Where is he?" Griffin smirked.
"You really want to meet him? He's not good with politics. My dad's more of an… action fellow." Morgana smiled.
"I might as well tell you, the government trains you to resist all magical tortures. You're not going to break me." Griffin smirked.
"Heh." Then, Morgana leaned in close until they were nose to nose.
Trust me, we have methods that make the Cruciatus Curse look like tickling. Tyranus, if you would?" Morgana smiled as she leaned back.
"With pleasure." Tyranus chuckled as his hand sparked. Then, Morgana turned and left the room.
"My lady, where are you going?" Teela asked.
"I'm going to rest. No distractions." Morgana snarled. Teela backed away when she saw the fire in Morgana's eyes. Morgana silently strode down the corridor and stalked into her quarters. When the doors slid behind her, she sighed. Then, she clicked a button on the wall, causing the floor to rumble, and part of it to slide away to reveal a round pad. Morgana knelt on it and looked up to see a dark, cloaked figure sitting in a throne on a screen on the wall.
"My Emperor… I need your council." Morgana said. On the screen… Future Cell smiled.
Well… that's creepy. What lies ahead next? Will Griffin break? Is Kiara really the last warrior? Review!