Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 24
Trista shot up on the table.
She studied the sheet, acknowledging Breanna sleeping in a chair next to the table. Bulma's head came up, noticing the woman was awake.
"Oh my God! Trista!"
Vegeta's head whipped around in time to see Trista throw her legs off the side of the table. She dropped the sheet. He quickly turned, his cheeks flushing. Bulma walked up to the woman, happy she was alive, only to have a very strong hand push against her chest. The next instant she was flying through the air, thankfully Vegeta caught her inches before she slammed into the wall. They watched as Trista stopped, jerking some clothes from the pile on the table next to the wall. She pulled them on, stopping and tensing. Her tail whipped behind her. They could see her muscles bunching as she clenched her hands. She slowly turned her head and stared at them. Both Vegeta and Bulma's eyes widened. Her eyes were hard, a dark opaque black that seemed bottomless. Vegeta felt Bulma shiver under his hands. They watched Trista study them, a smirk appearing on her face. Her hair suddenly flashed gold, and she took off, straight through the roof. Everyone stood in shock for a moment before scrambling to figure out what just happened.
Goku's head whipped around, staring out towards where Bulma lives. He ran forwards a little, his gaze intent on the sky. What the hell is that!? He shot up, heading to Capsule Corporation as quickly as he could. He felt a power rush past him, and looking towards the power source, he didn't recognize it, so he didn't stop and instead quickly made his way to Bulma and his friends.
He landed outside the lab, watching the chaos with wide eyes. He spotted Bulma running towards him, her face white. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"What's going on?"
Bulma gulped, trying to catch her breath as she gazed up at her friend. "It's," she gasped, coughing a little. "Trista! She's...she. I don't know how to explain it. She got up..."
Bulma watched Goku's face light up for a moment, but it quickly diminished as she shook her head, her eyes full of fear.
"Goku," she said softly, "It wasn't her. I mean it was Trista, but she didn't act like the woman we know. She..."
Goku watched as Bulma rubbed her chest, a bruise showing above the collar of her shirt. He gasped. "What happened?"
Bulma looked down at her chest, her face seeming to go even whiter. Her eyes met his. "That's what I was trying to tell you! Goku! She...it's like she was possessed."
Goku continued to stare at her chest. "Did Trista do that?" he asked quietly.
He saw the prince walk up, staring at his ashen face. Vegeta's face was grim.
"It doesn't look good Kakkarot. I don't know what's wrong with your woman, but she almost seriously hurt my wife! She could have killed her, and another thing," Vegeta studied Goku for a moment. "She's not the same woman you loved a couple days ago," he stated quietly.
Goku looked towards the lab, watching as the workers started patching the roof, their yellow hard hats bobbing around the estate. "Did she do that too?" His gaze never left the building. Vegeta and Bulma nodded, watching Goku's eyebrows narrow, his face turning grim as they studied him. Bulma looked to her husband. "Can you help him, Vegeta?" He nodded.
A few minutes later, Yamcha, Krillin, Piccolo, and the rest of the fighters touched down, their faces as grim as Vegeta's as they walked to the three standing off to the side.
"Man!" Yamcha said softly, staring at the damage to Bulma's lab. "This is intense."
"Who did this?" he asked, turning and looking at Goku. The man didn't utter a word.
"Trista." Vegeta's voice spoke over the noise, though the pitch was still low.
Everyone else was quiet, fear and trepidation coursing through them, leaving their own thoughts to themselves.
"What are we going to do?" Piccolo asked quietly.
Nobody said anything. They didn't know what to do. All eyes turned to Goku. They all watched in surprise as his face hardened.
"I'll find her. You guys stay here for the moment and guard Bulma and Breanna."
"Oh, yeah. Where is Breanna?" Yamcha asked, his gaze surveying the estate.
Bulma's lips pinched. "She's up in Trista's old room. She didn't want to be bothered right now."
"She's sorry she missed her sister waking," Bulma muttered, rubbing her chest again. "Although I told her it was a good thing."
They studied one another, then looked at Goku, noticing his jaw clenching. He powered up, a second later he was gone.
Goku found her blasting yellow bursts of energy towards a city, a maniacal smile spread on her face. She laughed through her teeth as the blasts hit, the boom loud as it hit the buildings, blowing massive holes into the ground. The buildings that stood there once were now nothing but smoke, the people gone. Goku gritted his teeth, staring in surprise and fear at the woman he loved. The most shocking thing was her hair. It was gold! Her tail whipped behind her, the same color. Goku didn't know what to make of this. He heard her giggle through clenched teeth, turning as he appeared a few feet behind her. He saw a smirk slid over her face, static waving down her body as she gazed at him with seemingly dead eyes.
"Nice of you to show up." Her voice seemed to echo, her voice throaty. It wasn't the woman he knew. He narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?" Goku clenched his hands at his sides, powering up.
She studied him, her smirk still in place. She tipped her head to the side a little. "Forgot me so soon, huh! I guess that's what happens when you've had your fun!"
Goku frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Trista giggled a little. "Why, you and me!" She licked her lips, crooking her finger at him. "But if you wanna go another round, I'd be happy to," she giggled, the maniacal sound sending a shiver down his spine. She looked him up and down.
Goku clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes, trying to determine just what was going on here. "You're not Trista!" He watched as she threw her head back, a deep, throaty laugh escaping her. She looked back at him. "Wrong," she said quietly, smoothing a hand down her hair. "I'm just her better half."
She smirked at him. "Too bad," she seemed to pout, "You're never going to see that pathetic excuse for a saiyan anymore." A small smile spread over her lips, "Not while I'm in charge! By the way, did you enjoy your little tryst with her? I hope so, because your never going to experience it again! This little number has bigger and better things to dominate besides a low class saiyan," she sneered. "Oh, and another thing," she giggled, "How's your little blue-haired friend? Hope I didn't hurt her too bad."
Goku powered up another level, racing towards her, fist raised. She smiled, her eyes wild. He scrunched forward, his breath leaving his body as she buried her fist in his stomach. He choked, not being able to catch his breath. She suddenly grabbed his shoulder's.
"Goku! Help!" Her desperate voice had his head whipping up. Her hair was brown again, her green eyes pleading with him. Tears rolled down her face. In a blink of an eye, she was gone, replaced by the crazy blond in front of him.
"She could never be good enough for you, you know," Trista stated, before bringing her fist down between his shoulder's. He smacked the ground, the earth beneath him cracking in two. Goku shot up, powering up even more, narrowing his eyes as he watched her twirl in the air. "So much power! So little time!" she sang, flying over to him in an instant, grabbing his face before he could move. Her hair turned brown again.
"Goku! Run!" Her green eyes pleaded with him as she softly kissed his lips. Trista pushed him back, her breathing coming in spurts. She sobbed. "Go! Run before she kills you!"
Goku was knocked down a moment later, his head and shoulders pounding the earth. He looked up, studying the blond figure floating a few feet above him. He breathed deeply one more time, then got up.
"Come on! The great Goku can't land a punch on little 'ol me!" she smirked, her face splitting into a crazy smile.
"What a joke! You won't hit me because I remind you of someone? Hmmm? How about this?" She was in front of him in an instant, gazing down at him. She leaned forward.
"You're never going to see your precious female again. I've got the wheel, and I'm not letting go," Trista whispered in his ear. She lifted enough to watch his face go white, laughing in amusement when he tried to swing at her face.
She punched him in the gut, watching as his body sank into the ground as she did it, over and over.
She landed, her feet touching the ground next to him, looking down at him as he gasped and choked. A frown marred her face.
"You're pathetic," she grimaced, shooting her hand out.
He heard someone scream as the ball of energy filled his vision, and he felt his power fade around him.
The Z fighters heads jerked up. They stared wide eyed to the north, watching the expanse of yellow light over the horizon, desperately feeling for Goku's energy signal.
They couldn't find it.
"What's going on!?" Bulma asked, frantic at the looks on their faces. They were all silent for a moment.
"Trouble," Vegeta finally stated quietly.
They powered up and took off.