Dragon Ball: Space Adventures
The sound of birds screaming and yelling filled the void left by the sudden and short shriek of Uub. The leaves and branches slowly fell down around them
The girl of blue starred with wide open eyes at the boy hanging from her arms like an empty vessel, the eyes half-closed and the sclera visualizing something in the distance, something that never was. The form of the bones on his back morphed softly like small snakes on sand.
—You surprised me, Bulla. I didn't think you were the kind of person to do sneak attacks.
She looked up, dismayed. Words failed to strung out, moving the head back and forth between the girl of black and the boy of black. He was out, wholly and completely. This was bad, this was the worst thing she could think of.. She had done it now, oh she had really done it, the boy laying on her arms like a dead man, the girl overwhelmed by a sensation of horror and dread, her brain reminding that everything was in fact her fault.
—Y-you maniac! What is wrong with you!?
—What's wrong, little piggy? Concerned about your boyfriend?
—You broke his back!
The girl smirked, victorious.
—What can I say? It had to be done.
—You think this is a game? You could've killed him! I-I don't even know if senzu beans will heal this!
She crossed her arms and tilted her head to the right.
—Now that would be a shame now, wouldn't it?
Eschalot clenched her fists and a monstrous grin appeared on her face,
revealing her pair of sharp fangs on each side of the mouth. Oh what would her Father think? Grinning tightly, she exhaled and made the best choice she could make; She would fight.
Quickly, she jumped away from the branch and began flying down towards the ground, dodging the leaves and the flowers and the massive lines of objects
that appeared as the girl lowered down into the dirt.
Finally, her feet touch the floor of the jungle, and carefully positioned Uub
in the dirt. Slowly, the daughter of Bulma began grabbing some leaves and hiding him under them, making a makeshift bed and mantle. He would take care of later, now, it was time for her. In seconds she raised towards her again. Meeting eye to eye on the immense branch of the tree that expanded over like an arm. Pan stared intently with her eyes like wolves, trying to sniff out even the slightest hint of weakness. Then, Pan smiled happily. Her cheek had a rough bruise growing on it, and a stain of that red liquid softly sneaked out the mouth. Pan would rather die than admit it, but it was a good kick. She'd even been temporarily out for some time. Hadn't been for the chatter between those, the daughter of Videl couldn't have made it on time. Once again, she really couldn't believe how well it had gone. They really did seem to have a good record against Uub. And to make it better. She even got to break poor Uub's back. And now, she got to beat Bulla up again, all of it seemed so lovely.
—Oh look at you! So worried about the little idiot. You really have a crush on him, do you?
—You've gone too far Pan, this ends now!
—I just hope it's better than last time, because man, that was disappointing. She said, crossing her arms again.
Bulla roared, and the ground beneath exploded in a billion pieces, shattering the trunk below as the violet aura engulfed her and like a shining and resplendent comet she lunged straight forward towards Pan, stretching her left fist forward and exploding it on the girl's face.
In a second, Pan's face twisted violently to the left, blood poured from the mouth imitating a waterfall as she was sent flying below. Branches and trunks were splattered by her body, leaving a vertical path of destruction through the land, finally impacting into the tough ground and implanting into it no different than a tree.
Dust raised and smoke painted the area as the ground fully morphed into the body of a person. The daughter of Gohan was laying on the ground stretched as if she were asleep, and she stood there for some seconds regaining the color of her eyes and allowing every fallen piece of the jungle to softly land on her one after the other, allowing the pain to quietly wash away for just a moment. The whole thing felt like an earthquake hitting her right in the face. Slowly, with an immense feeling of nausea and hurt, she raised and stood still until the sensation washed away, until the blurred sight of her eyes returned to normal. Then she got up, and immediately realized that the jaw had been completely dislocated. Without a single thought, she placed her thumbs on either side of the mouth and placed the fingers under the chin, once everything was in place, she pushed the jawbone, right back where it belonged no different than attaching a Lego to another, it even had that pop sound of the bones touching each other again.
Pan breathed slowly as the sensation settled in once again, and that feeling of a nail hanging from a thread disappeared from her jaw, only to be quickly replaced by that of water going down her nose and mouth. With her tongue she licked the side above of her upper lip, and that bittersweet taste she knew well washed through her taste buds. Blood, red like roses, filling her dreams and drawing her closer. She smiled, not happy or angry, but a third strange thing; pride, pride in someone else, like her students who finally manage to do something she taught them. Pan had never thought she had it in her to do it, especially after last time proved she just wasn't that way. But now it had changed, and if Bulla wanted revenge, she was going to give it to her.
There, she raised her eyes towards the covered skies and smiled happily, for Bulla was there, with both arms crossed and an immensely hating stare, a sort of endless fuel that devoured her and powered her whole no different than a star.
—So where was all of this last time? You didn't feel like it?
—This isn't last time.
—You got that right! this is now.
Suddenly Pan shut off towards the air and with her right knee forward implanted it on the girl's face. Her head twisted upwards imitating an inclined hill, and rests of blood leaked from her mouth and nose. The color of her eyes disappeared, and the black haired girl rushed down and grabbed the cream white boot and from there she flew down into the ground at full speed, dangerously closing the distance, and before hitting the ground she lunged Eschalot's body fully into the ground, planting her inside the dirt.
It was like a loud, short clap. The sound of the air rushing out as it clashed with each impacting force. Dust lifted off, plants jumped and rocked like a boat in a storm. And Eschalot's still body quietly sunk into the mud.
—You alright Princess? —Pan said as she started to circle her with both hands on her hips and a proud smile on her face. — you need a time out?— Suddenly Bulla rose and with both hands sent a KI blast that the black haired girl barely managed to duck below. The blast continued its path and landed on a trunk, eviscerating the middle of the tree and creating a large explosion. By the time she got up, a right elbow moved her face to the left, and as she retreated she again dodged a left hook and replied by sinking a left hook of her own into Bulla's left side of the stomach. The armor felt like a metal column jolted together by concrete, and as she retreated for another go the face was suddenly rocked to the right.
The girl jumped back, and like a missile she realized that the other girl was on her ass. A charged knuckle missed by an inch, the sheer energy visualised itself around the other Half-Saiyan in that violet aura that spelled lighting like a storm. Pan lifted her right elbow just in time, and by the sheer act of blocking her skin immediately burned no differently as if she were putting a hand in an oven on fire. She couldn't believe it, all that anger, all that strength, liberated in single motion like a song. What was wrong with Eschalot? where had all of this been before? Simply hidden? That wasn't something for her to know, the only thing that mattered now was this fight.
A strong, ballistic punch whipped the face of Bulla, the impact trembled the leafs around and knocked them down, only for the fist to be returned in kind. Pan walked back shocked, and as she raised her eyes she lunged down as knee barely missed her head. The daughter of Bulma did a U-turn and with the left hand sent a KI blast forward. Like a frog, the daughter of Gohan jumped into the air and double jumped to the left as another was sent her way. The trees suddenly began to explode one by one as the girl kept on dodging. Yellow fireballs erupted, fire raged furiously all around, the hidden leaves of the bushes and trees suddenly saw that precious light of the sun one last time before disappearing into a combusted gulp of highly concentrated KI blasts.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. Only that burning sound of wood burning remained, that soft click of matter being consumed, absorbed into a chemical game of consumption and destruction. Bulla lowered her arms and watched with her eyes shining under the light of the fires, Attentive, to anyone or anything that blinked around her.
Then, a movement, a thin sound that made her turn immediately around! But she was too slow, for a boot sunk into her face like a torpedo punching through the armor of a dreadnought.
She went flying away, still, stuck and simply crashed on the floor as the world moved around and that ringing noise returned.
The blue haired girl remained still, moving slowly to the right like a lazy person trying to escape the light of the sun. A fountain of blood had now opened from her nose, and that aching feeling of shame and hurt had reappeared again. Creeping through the back imitating a snake rappelling towards the neck. It was painful, very painful, the sort of pain that temporarily resets you to default programming and all you can do is wait until the level of suffering drops just a tad. Why did it hurt so much? Why couldn't pain receptors turn off for a moment and let that horrendous sensation wash away never to be seen again? That way, maybe the fight would be more bearable. Deep inside, she really felt like crying, but what would her father think of that? What was wrong with her? Had she not trained her entire life? Had she not had that tail on her back? She clenched her fists in an attempt to build more confidence. She had already fought, she had already lost, and there in the ground she stood, beaten and done like a poor old piece of metal that serves no more purpose anymore. She could not let it stand, she could not give in and accept another defeat without a worthy fight, by the name of her father and mother, she was going to fight, she was going to win, or she was no Saiyan at all..
There she was, Pan, bruised, beaten but smiling.
—Are ya done Briefs?
Bulla got up, her hands trembling and her mind threatening to be consumed by pain, but she wasn't going to quit. She clenched her fists, she clenched her mind, and rushed forward. Blood was pouring freely, the reddish bruises like hills slowly turned to mountains, and with her left hand she propelled forward.
Both girls impacted each other at the same time, all the fires were put out at the same time, the wave of sound ragged all the leaves and whatever still existed, and both retreated, and both lunged again, interchanging hits wildly left and right in a symphony of punches and kicks. The black-haired-girl face moved side to side and so did the blue haired girl's, the sounds of impacts landing and being blocked resounded across the forest like rocks falling from mountains, dust and rocks and plants were washed away, tortured by each step and fist that landed on a face or a stomach or an arm. Both girls retreated, and with their left hands forward impacted each other in the face at the same time.
Both feel down to their knees, their faces now a painting of modern art where the artist has thrown the colors around forming what has come out of his heart, and looking like a complete disaster for those who don't get it. Both trembled and blood dripped freely across the faces telling no different than a lousy alarm that this would hurt tomorrow and the day that follows.
The first to get up was Pan, who put a leg forward and then the other, clenching the fists and raising the bruised face with more effort than she gave credit. The clothes made a mess, that modern looking T-shirt completely ragged and destroyed, her knuckles skin was red fire, and threatened to disappear at the slightest moment. The girl wasn't dumb, that armor really did its job, and her hands would hate the bare mention of herself for the following weeks, but she couldn't rest, not until the other dumbass was eating more mud than now.
She raised her eyes, and Bulla was laying there, struggling to even move.
—Get up, we're not done yet!
She screamed, spilling blood and food from the night before. Bulla fought the trembling arms of hers to get up and succeed too. Pan had never seen that girl fight in such an uncontrolled way, so reckless and careless like a rabid dog. She kind of liked it.
Bulla raised, at the edge of defeat—but raised. That lovely face the girl possessed was now no different than Pan, bruised, injured, hurt. Marks that no amount of makeup would erase. Eschalot knew she was in deep trouble. This couldn't go on for longer, she could feel the weight of her body weighing on her like a ton of rocks. Her plan— or lack of thereof— had been bold, but she had spent the past five minutes playing Pan's game. The girl punched the hardest and could withstand the meanest, the only reason she was standing, Bulla thought, was because the armor had successfully protected her from the worst. Everything hurt, the stomach, the face, the arms and legs, another good hit, and it'd be over. It was at that moment Bulla got a genius idea.
Pan inclined one leg forward and other to the back, and Bulla followed by imitating her father's stance. It was time they played her game.
Suddenly she shot off upwards and forced the other to move by throwing a quick KI blast. Pan jumped upwards and as both leveled to each other, Bulla made a quick protection sphere and rushed away.
—Get back here!
Pan yelled as she made chase through the jungle, as branches tore and broke like petals from flowers, and the path of broken things became larger and larger, where one could see a zigzagging line plant itself through the jungle, and appearing in front the sphere of destruction, was a large brown trunk that would suffice. Bulla turned around and stopped a foot away from it, turned around, and as the black haired girl approached without dialing the speed, she quickly jumped and got out of the way. Pan was fast enough to see it happen, and before the impact put both legs forward, breaking and sinking inside the branch as if it were quick sand. Quickly, she jumped out, but not quick enough to see Eschalot's right foot impact the right side once again like a ballistic missile. Pan's face peeled through the skin of the wide branch like a banana before Bulla jumped and grabbed her by the leg and sent her flying towards the skies. Bulla rushed upwards, and charged as much as she could.
Suddenly, Pan turned around, and lunged straight down. Bulla didn't have time to make something new, instead, she turned left and aimed the sphere into the other girl's stomach, but it wasn't enough to dodge the impact that landed on her face. Then, it was curtains.