Dragon Ball: Space Adventures
The rule of trees V
There was no sun, nor was there any darkness, but a strange third thing, Peace, and quiet. There weren't any sounds, nor there wasn't silence. It was like a dream, where you can quite tell you're dreaming but your mind keeps wandering off somewhere far, yet, what is happening it's not real, something illusory.
Bulla knew that what her brain was making was simply a figment of the imagination, but the girl also felt like something was missing, a very small yet extremely important part, she just couldn't quite get it. She was at home, wasn't she? Resting on her bed after watching a lovely film… it was about… revenge. No, that couldn't be right. The daughter of Vegeta disliked those pictures, her father had told her nothing was duller than revenge.
Suddenly she raised from the ground, to see that darkness did exist and it was total. A complete vacum where not even her hands could be seen, where the only way to know something existed was the beat of the heart and the feeling in the legs and arms and hands and face, feeling of pain, of bruises growing.
Quickly, she made a KI sphere and the surroundings became illuminated by the violet ball. It was a jungle, dark and quiet. There weren't any sounds or even a singular bird singing. No, it seemed empty, completely devoid or even the slightest proff that anything lived.
Bulla raised fast and began to look around desperately, trying her best to feel KI of anything alive; any plant, any tree, a flower or more importantly, the other crewmate who currently lacked a spine—The one they had left behind.
She rose but slowly, remembering quickly the events that led her to the current predicament, every choice, every action, now feeling the results of that. All the shame of how she had acted, all the pain from every extremety that waved back and forth.
As she walked the girl saw the remains of the fight, the branches where the sides had taken a direct impact an a obsidian color colored the sides, the burned plants and flowers that smelled like carbon. The large branches which laid around like missing arms of people.
But nothing seemed to be alive. Every deer seem to not exist, every bird appear to be hidden inside the trees, and the quiet depredarors were nowhere to be find, but she knew what all this were, the jungle, the quietness, just like her father had taughter her. Now, she really was worried.
She really was a disappointment.
Suddenly, she felt something on the ground, something bipedal that laid with its legs extended, something alive.
There, laying the ground, miraculously alive, the body of Uub rested peacefully. small branches had fallen over him, green leaves covered him like mattresses. It reminded the girl of the sleeping beauty, who fell to despair thanks to the apple given by the horrifically evil maleficent, or in this case, her and Pan.
Oh poor Uub, what had fate set out for you. First to be reduced to a slave and then to a broken man. Eschalot didn't know him enough, but what they had to done to him hadn't been fair. To be honest, it wasn't like he should have been here, but that didn't mean breaking his back was right. If anything, it was that girl's fault. Who in her right mind does that!? she just wanted a good fight! All he was going to do was get in the way.
Bulla sighed tired, why couldn't everything be easy? Why did everything have to be no different than filling out paperwork? Those were questions for later—now, it was making sure that the trio was still, well, a trio.
From her gloves, she grabbed two senzu beans—a neat trick she had learned from Father—and jostled one inside Uub's mouth and one into hers. Slowly, the senzu rolled down the throat and into the body. Like an act of magic, she saw how the boy's KI suddenly spiked in power, and how all the bone on his back re-attached as if it were magic. Any second now, he'd wake up, and the girl began the process of trying to find the right words to apo—
"Augh!"
She said as she rolled the ground, with her cheek burned. Hurriedly she looked up, and Uub jumped into the air, with his left hand still clenched as if he was holding rocks. Throwing punches wildly around like a blinded warrior.
"Ack! JGAK! SAKRJ"
Uub seemed at a loss of words, as if his tongue had lost all ability to form words. Then, he opened his mouth.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH! "
He roared. The girl figured it was fair.
"Anda adalah wanita yang paling tidak bernilai, paling bodoh, paling bodoh, paling dahsyat! saya benci awak!"
Bulla had no idea what he was saying, but it was probably not something nice. Helped by the fact that when he turned around his eyes were red with anger, literally. The sclera had been completely embalmed in black, and the eyes were replaced by a red circle that reminded her of a black hole with its accretion disk surrounding it more than a pair of eyes. She had heard where it could come from, and now, the girl was meeting the legend.
Both eyes clashed, one filled with shame and the other filled with rage, and with hurry, he began walking towards her.
"Awak!"
He said, making a grin so large it threatened to devour his face hole, his teeth had sharpened out the sudden, and it was like smoke was leaking his ears.
"Kamu perempuan yang tidak boleh tahan, tidak serius, beraninya kamu buat begitu kepada saya!?"
The daughter of Bulma smiled anxiously as she tried to look away. Trying to hide the shame, trying to find the right words, but all it came was a measle;
"Hehehe… Sorry."
She said weakly. Like a whisper.
"Maaf? Maaf!? Awak patah tulang belakang saya, anak nakal! Saya boleh mati di sana!"
"I can't understand you…"
Uub took a second, and inhaled deeply, his eyes, still red, blinked for a moment before returning to that strange color of magma. They seemed like a red supergiant.
"You worthless."
"Look."
"Insufrable."
"If you just let me explain."
"Little."
"Then we can all reach a common ground."
"Bastard!"
He said, out of breath. Out of energy, as if he had run two full marathons. His eyes suddennly turned black again, then, he kneeled on the floor, and landed his face in the dirt.
"Goku… I don't know if I am strong enough…"
He sighed. He even moaned and whimpered a little. For a second she swore he was crying. After a few seconds passed, she realized he was crying.
"I'm sorry, Uub. I really am."
"Go to hell."
She felt that was fair too.
The boy quickly got up, and began stretching his back, it was like a dog whose face itches.
Bulla recalled that The senzu bean might heal physical damage, but its capabilities end when talking about physiological damage, which might be more challenging.
He moved from place to place, jumping and twisting and turning, almost unsure that his back was in the right place. Then, with his eyes once again red, he turned towards her.
"I thought I knew what suffering meant, but you, you proved me wrong. I applaud you, what you did was mountains above what I believe what's possible."
"I thought your village was starving when we first met."
Uub didn't smile nor he replied, but the girl could tell his grin had turned slightly downwards.
"...Sorry."
Like Britney Spears, he turned around and sighed. Putting both hands on his hips, he started to look around. Examining the remains of the fight. The area had that look of a place after a quinceanera. Branches crashed into each other on the ground and in the trees holding like manmade tunnels above the air, thousands of leafs laid around as if someone had thrown confetti, and the bushes colored the ground with them dark tones. And a small, a horrible burning smell that invaded every nostril.
All Uub did was turn around, put both hands on his hips, and ask;
"What happened here?"
Like an astonished father.
"I, uh, fought Pan."
A grin formed in his face, and he turned around again and walked towards a tree.
Uub grabbed a torched part of a branch, and ripped it off. Carbon was coated to it like the icing of a cake, and in some places you could still see the dark skinned color of the tree that had miraculously survived the fire. But it was just that, a sliced finger, because the body of the tree had a massive wound to the side, it was like a gaping hole, you could begin to see parts of the inside as if you were watching the bones and meat from an arm.
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know."
She was alive, that was sure for sure. Or at least that's what Bulla told herself.
"And the Dragon Ball?"
The girl immediatly remembered how she hadn't thought of that. No, her mind had only one focus as she moved towards it, Pan.
"…"
"Tell me you have the radar."
Bulla quickly began looking around the small pouch in her waist where she kept every capsule, it was to the right. It was always there. With everything that could be necessary.
She touched it, and felt nothing, she looked down, and saw nothing. The girl's mouth opened in horror.
"Of course."
Uub said laughing
"Of course."
The girl wanted to scream, this was bad, horrible, disastrous.
She struggled to think of a word that properly described how horrendous the situation was. They were, for a lack of better word; screwed. Neither had any idea where the ship was, and Pan, god—she could be anywhere.
Uub kept laughing maniacally, insanely no different than a man who's lost his mind. What in the world was she supposed to do now? She had nothing—nothing that could help them.
In a hurry she began to squander off away, maybe—it had just fallen off somewhere! Yes that had to be! Bit by bit the girl began to backtrack her steps, searching and finding the places where both girls had fought, following the trail of destroyed trees and sunken ground.
There she found where Pan had sent her flying against a tree, there was the place Bulla's knee landed in the black-haired girl's face, the whole marked like a crime scene of every missed strike and blast. God what had she done?
Inevitably, she found her resting spot, and in great horror she found what she was looking for. There, broken in pieces and splattered on the ground like bugs, rested the pouch. Its contents were still visible across the open bag, and they seemed no different than a bunch of broken marbles.
The girl kneeled on the ground, and simply watched how their doom appeared white in color and a bunch of shattered capsules. What was she supposed to do know?
It took her off when someone started clapping, slow and quiet, as if the person was in no hurry to celebrate the event.
"Are you happy now?"
She rose upwards. Uub was now in front of her, looking down with a smile as he admired the remains with an evil grin that reminded The blue-haired girl of the same grin Trunks brother made when they fought, when the son of Vegeta hummilidated his sister without effort.
"Don't start."
Oh how much she hated that smile, that provoking movement of the face which reminded the daughter of Bulma how much of a failure she was in contrast to the brother.
"What is wrong, Miss princess, are you not in the mood?"
"I said I'm sorry."
She said with anger, not thinking on the shame, but more on the rage you feel on yourself after you did something so stupid that the only thought that runs throught your head is to implant yourself head first into a tree.
"Oh that's wonderful Princess!"
Suddenly a spike of energy rushed to her brain. Why did everyone call her princess? Whatever that was, she hated it.
"I appreciatethat you found in yourself the ability to see you're wrong for the first time in your life, however, I have to remind you,
Uub reclined both of his knees and looked downards towards the girl, with a shit eating grin.
"it's too late for that!"
He screamed at her.
Bulla got up with her hands clenched and pointed her finger at him.
"Shut up! This is your fault!"
"My fault? My fault!? How is this my fault!?"
He said offended, Shocked at the words being uttered at him.
"If you hadn't intervened none of this would have happened, Pan and I would have had a normal fight, and then just like last time we could've gone home after we were done! But noo! You had to act like a mediator, well let me advise you something Young Uub, nobody likes that!"
"¡Look around you!— He said, expanding his arms —This is what I was trying to avoid! Plants are dead, trees are holed out, there's nothing here! it 's all dead! Just like everyone back home, because you couldn't let it go!"
"You know what! I felt sorry she broke your spine, but I take it all back. I'm glad she did it, I hope it hurt!"
Uub's head was going up and down like a recliner horse, he wasn't listening anymore.
"It wasn't that bad, I seen worse, like when she backhanded you into the mud!"
He screamed again.
Bulla suddenly rushed forward roaring, spearing the boy and sending both into the ground. Quickly, she put herself above him, and started sending punches.
One after the other began to drop—missiles sent directly into Uub's face. Hurriedly, he raised his arms and began blocking the impacts that resounded all across the vacant jungle.
Vicious impacts that landed in the forearms or elbows, and one after the other she shot them down screaming bloody murder, raging recklessly until he suddenly turned his head to the left as one sunk deep into the mud, grabbed the arm and with the feet he put them on her stomach, and sent her flying away.
Eschalot flew through the air and stopped suddenly, turning around mid-air and lunging again towards the one with red eyes.
She put both hands on her face and yelled;
"¡Solar flare!"
She roared, and in a second the world turned to white, like a mystic light so blinding that the sun paled in comparison.
His eyes burned, they felt no different than as if they were bleeding, and something grabbed him, and started running him through the ground, scattering everything on his head. His head and back started to bruise, as if he were a cheese being scrapped. God it hurt.
He closed his eyes, and visualized the KI of the girl, who currently held his throat like an angry dad, and without a single more thought, he grabbed the hands that were on his neck, brushing them away, and raised the left leg, and smashed it into the girl's face.
The daughter of Vegeta landed onto a broken branch, breaking it. And Uub raised as the remains fell upon her. Slowly, he stood in place, incapable of saying a word.
His eyes color returned to normal, his blood stopped boiling. A sense of horror corroded through his mind.
The boy's will to fight disappeared, replaced by an incapability to believe what had transpired. A cold stream of sweat ran through his neck, a type of horror beyond what he could understand. He looked at his hands, mortified. He had done it, he had hit a girl. His mind went up and down as he saw the girl reappear from the tree without smiling.
—Bulla I am so sorry, I didn't mean to—
And before he could continue, the girl flew and cut the distance, and smashed her knuckles on his face.
Uub's face recoiled to the left and to the right, as more and more impacts landed in a hailstorm of knuckles that made his head rumble like Taufan. Suddenly, he raised his palms and stopped each hand of the girl, pushed her down and kneed her twice in the chin, and finished by kicking her again.
The boy caught his breath, and as the girl landed through another Branch. He rushed forward towards her, dodging the falling tree and planting itself where she was, only to find it empty.
Her KI seemed to have banished, and the trail went cold a few feet away. He straightened his back, and closed his eyes. Trying to visualize the forest, seeing the remaining wildlife that had hidden beneath the ground, a solid hectare seemed to have been cleaned, and all the energy signatures along with it.
He was shocked at the amount of damage, or were also the animals hiding?
Had she run away? Well, it could be possible, she was just a girl after all. This type of fighting was definitely too much for her—and why the hell was he fighting one? Uub shook his head.
This was in his eyes self defence, that young girl was probably not w—Kjek!
The boy spitted as he bit his tongue with all his strength, as a knee sunk into the right lower back, slowly, he raised, and saw Bulla staring at him with two eyes that reminded him of the pacific ocean; Wild, unconquerable, ferocious, angry.
The knee was sunk deep inside, he could feel it on the appendix too. God it hurt, it really, really hurt. His eyes turned red, and as the girl raised her hand, he twisted from the to other side like a twirl, so hard that she simply turned alongside.
Hurriedly, she shot back and did a flip and landed on the ground. She raised her eyes, and they met in the darkness of the land, one kneeled his left fist close to the ground, and the other raised the left near the mouth. Ready for the fight.
In a second they clashed a million miles from home, fists and kicks impacted each other like a sonata, filled with rage and anger that was certainly aimed at someone else with black hair.
There exists a time, sometimes long or sometimes short, where despite the current ongoing events, or the emotional turmoil one is going through, the person itself manages to obtain a strange realization, a sort of "eureka" moment where you're suddenly plunged outside of your reality towards a truth.
Today, the truth both had was that their current predicament was kind stupid. One could argue that perhaps it was destined to happen, and perhaps that it was a large waste of their time. Unfortunately, that realization was something that happened too little too late, for both were going down a mountain at fast speeds.
Uub's back splashed against a tree, act he had become quite familiar at this point, and Bulla cut the branches of a dozen more, stopping hard in the middle of the air like a cat who's survived the fall of a three-storey building, just in time to see the boy reappear behind and elbow her in the back, sinking deep into the splenius cervicis.
The color of her eyes disappeared, and he didn't waste a second before grabbing the leg and lunging her into the ground, rushing down behind, and for good measure sinking the knee on the stomach of the lady. She twirled, spit both saliva and blood, and screamed trying to escape, but the boy made sure to this time grab both hands and put all his weight above her. He even used a KI handcuff to hold them in place.
Eschalot squalled harder, her body shacked place to place like a snake trying to ignore the ever sinking knee on the intestine—but she couldn't, the reincarnation of Majin Buu was applying every bit of strength to remain in place, and he was pissed, so pissed that he missed the girl's eyes suddenly turn violet.
He screamed as his eyes burned a million times worse than getting shampoo on them, a million times worse than someone smashing a stick into them, they hurt like they were bleeding. Everything was black, everything was painful, he jumped and got out inside the girl, and began rolling in the ground cursing and yelling like a maniac who belongs in an asylum.
The daughter of Vegeta smiled as she turned around and began to massage her stomach, before the pain fully sank in her too.