Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Beginning ❯ Darkness ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This is Gohan's first entry. I tried to make his character as realistic as possible considering the circumstances he is in, but I am not quite sure if I succeeded. Got any suggestions/demands/comments? Plz review!

A/N 2: I've decided to make this chapter a little bit longer, it fits better with my story. Read and enjoy!

Somewhere dark:

Lying in a tiny black cell without any windows or other light sources, Gohan stared off into the dark void that surrounded him from all sides, shivering occasionally from the chill that crept from the floor through his clothes and deep into his heart. When he had first woken up in that room, he had instinctively raised his Ki wanting to block out the cold.

Horror had struck.

There had been no Ki he could raise. Or at least he had lost the touch to his Ki.

That was just great. He was in an unknown place for an unknown reason and he didn't have anything to defend himself with.

At that instance fear had struck. It had been a deep, animalistic fear which had overridden every rational thought and had made his heart beat in a frenzied tact and let his eyes pop open as wide as possible. All his muscles had cramped up in an attempt to flee and he had choked on his breath deep in his throat.

He had thought his powers were a curse and that he didn't want them, but his reaction to the loss of them showed him quite clearly that he needed them as they were what his whole life had been built upon. He had been trained to be strong since the Radditz incident, he had been trained to rely on his power and to use it in difficult situations, and it had dawned on him that without it, he was completely helpless. He could do nothing more than the average human. Yes, now that he didn't have his strength any more, he realized its value and the big part it had played in his life.

He had proven his worth for the first time in the battle against Radditz, when he had had a higher power level than his Dad and Piccolo together. This had made Piccolo train him and imprinted the concept into his brain that only being stronger is rewarded - by not getting beat up. The following series of events had only revolved around strength, the battle with Vegeta, and later the trip to Namek, the fights with Friezer's goons, and finally with Friezer himself. He had seen countless examples of the rule 'the strongest survive'.

The one year of peace while waiting for his Dad to return from outer space had changed nothing except letting him loose his edge, but when Trunks had come from the future to warn them about the androids, everybody was driven again by the need to get more power. The following three years had been a constant battle to become stronger, and they had culminated in the year spent in the Hyperbolic Time chamber, where his full power had surfaced for the first time. Then, in the battle against Cell, he had shown his worth because he had defeated the android, and that had made even Vegeta accept him as a full member of the Z-senshi (although he would never admit it).

The years afterwards had also been dominated by strength - but in another way. He had been busy denying his power, cursing it for not being able to save his father. In a defiant reaction, he had given up on his strength, he had concentrated solely on studying, and he had been telling himself that everything would be better if he had not had those powers.

Now that he didn't have his strength any more, he realized for the first time how full of dangers life was and how much courage a simple human being had to have to live every day. There were so many ways to get killed, or at least seriously hurt, even a fall from only 30 feet would quite surely break his neck now. But also humans could survive with dignity, Bulma was one of the best examples. Physically, she was even weaker than the average male, but she could put everybody down with her sharp tongue - even Vegeta. No, heavens forbid, he did not consider Bulma weak. She was one of the toughest people on the planet besides his mother.

After some time, his panic had settled as he had accepted the loss of his Ki, and he had tried to move on and make the best out of the situation. He had set out to discover his whereabouts, but all he had come up with was that his confinement was only about 5 by 10 feet and that it was completely empty except for a small pot in a corner where he could relief himself.

The only way out was a big metal door that covered almost a whole wall, and the door had been locked. He had tried to, but he couldn't open it, and that gave him the creeps. No mere door should have been able to confine him, and the walls shouldn't have caused any problem either, no matter how thick. A flick of his wrist and a small blast later, he should have been free. But he was denied access to his Ki. What would Bulma do in such a situation? She would surely find a solution, a way to get out. He thought back to the beginning.

Maybe it had something to do with the events just prior to his abduction.

Not noticing the hard floor under his shoulders, he continued thinking. How exactly did he end up here? This question, he could only partly answer.

It had all started when two strange aliens suddenly appeared in his room where he'd been studying thanks to his Okasan's dreams of him becoming a scholar. Ever since the Cell games had been over, she had done nothing else than make him study. Even while she was in labor with his new brother Goten, she had asked him about his work.

Yeah. Goten. He was an exact copy of his father, down to the last hair that sprouted from his head in the familiar spiky fashion. That was still one of his sore spots from the Cell games. The pain of loosing his father had only scarcely lessened, and he believed that it would never be gone for his whole life. Inwardly, he hurt badly, but he always covered it up to the best of his abilities. He had to be strong for his mother, and especially for his new brother, because it was him who had taken his father's life. He could never make it up to them, although he tried to by being the perfect son and the perfect older brother.

He had just been doing some math work when two Kis suddenly popped up behind him. The first moment, he had been so startled that he fell of his chair. Then, within a split second, he was on his feet, crouched down in a low fighting stance, powered up to just under Super Saiyan. His eyes narrowed as he was scanning their build and their appearances, trying to guess their intentions.

They were a rather strange couple. He had seen many strange things while traveling through space and met many strange people, but he had never encountered a pair as odd as them. One was a small, androgynous, purple-skinned man, about as tall as himself, with a white Mohawk, and the other one was a pink, 7-foot-tall giant with many wrinkles and a grumpy face. They both were dressed alike in a style he had never seen before, some kind of jacket with huge shoulder pads, and oriental looking pants. They didn't seem very strong, but what unnerved him the most was the aura they were emitting.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he hissed between clenched teeth.

The purple guy lowered his power level even further and raised his hands in a slow motion, palms face up, perhaps to show that he was unarmed and not willing to fight.

"There is no need to fear us, young one. You can check our Ki to see that we have no evil intentions."

He didn't relax a bit, Ki could be masked, just as he did to his, and so far they hadn't done anything to gain his trust. It would give him an advantage in battle if they thought that he feared them, but he had become quite rusty over the two years since the Cell games because the very rare sparring sessions with Vegeta did little to keep up his strength. From what he could sense, he was still a lot stronger than the pair, but he was far from being at ease with the two strangers.

He repeated his question in an even more determined voice.

The huge pink guy furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed to have taken offence at his blunt demand, and angrily chided him:

"This is no way to speak to the master of Kaios, the Kaio Shin!"

The purple man, just introduced as the highest God, sent the pink guy a scolding glare and interrupted with his quiet voice.

"Stop it, Kibito. He didn't know who we are, so I will excuse his behavior. And to your second question my boy, we have come here to introduce you to someone."

He had no idea what to think of that odd couple. They certainly were aliens and many aliens he had met could not be trusted like Friezer and his men. He weighed out the possibilities. On the one hand, nobody who wanted to do evil would have come straight to one of the strongest beings on the planet. They must have teleported in judging by the sudden appearance of their Kis, knowing where to find him, and if they were some villains, why have they not attacked him yet? On the other hand, they could just want to lull him into security and then attack when he least expected it. After all, why would the highest being in the universe want to talk to a simple 13-year-old boy?

"Because you are no ordinary 13-year-old boy, and there is a being even higher than me that has taken interest in you", said the purple man.

Huh? He did a double-take. Can he read my thoughts?

"Yes, I can read thoughts, Son Gohan. This is a very important meeting, but I am not allowed to give you any further details. Come with us, and you will learn the reasons."

The 'Supreme Kai' is here to take me to meet an even higher being. What the heck is that all about? Am I really going to believe this s***? I guess I would have to come with them to find out, but what if it is a trap? And what about Mom and Goten, they are going to miss me.

"No, it is not a trap, and they won't miss you."Damn it!

He cursed violently despite what his mother had taught him about not saying bad words.

He read my thoughts again.

"In the place I'll bring you to time goes differently, one hour there would only be a split-second here. And this is the last time I ask you. Will you come with us or not?"

He pondered the offer for some time, weighing each scrap of information he had.

Well, I guess I should. In case they are just some lying super villains, earth will have to deal with them sooner or later considering the tough luck we've had so far. And if they are telling the truth ...

What kind of being could be higher than a Supreme Kai and why do they want to see ME?

Warily, he stepped towards them.

"Fine, I will go with you."

The Kaio shin seemed extremely relieved and looked as if he had held his breath this entire time. Then, he commanded the pink guy:

"Kibito, bring us back to my palace."

Gohan jumped a little as Kibito's hand laid down heavily on his shoulder. Then, just like the Instant Transmission, the surroundings suddenly changed.

The following memories were just a blur to him, something must have tried to erase them to keep him in the dark about the situation. He could only vaguely remember a huge but empty room with gorgeous decoration like he had never seen before. The most astonishing thing in that room though was an intriguing painting that covered the whole floor. It was some kind of circle that seemed to change form and color the longer you looked at it.

And that was where his memory had lapsed out. He knew that something very important had happened, but every single time he tried to think back to it, he got a headache and the brightly glowing, shimmering ornament that seemed to have burnt itself into his memory, filled his mind.

He must have lost consciousness in that room because the next thing he could remember was waking up in that tiny, black cell about an hour ago, feeling the same kind of dread which overcomes you when you know that you have forgotten something very important, something crucial, but you can't remember what it was.

The chill from the floor bit through the study clothes he had been wearing since he had been abducted, and he shuddered. He still didn't know whether the two aliens had spoken the truth or whether he was in the hand of the enemy right now, waiting for who-knows-what kind of fate. He shivered again, and this time not only because of the cold. Something was very wrong here, very wrong. The whole cell stank of pain, fear, and sweat from a previous owner, and he was quite sure that if he had some light, he would find dried blood spots.

He choked down heavily on his fear, not allowing it to raise and take control over him. No matter which fate, he would bear it with pride and dignity. This would be the ultimate test of will and character, and he was always up to a challenge.

Wasn't he?

His senses hadn't been dampened at all, he still had the same keenness of smell and hearing as before. When he heard footsteps, he knew that they belonged to a slender, female humanoid, and that she would pass his door in approximately 30 seconds. The echoes reverberated a little bit which meant that outside had to be a huge room as plain as his, mostly made of metal and cement. The steps slowed a little bit and came to a stop in front of his cell door. He heard a key being put into a lock, and a small click-sound was emitted.

All in all, there were three different locks opened. They must really have wanted him to stay if they had so much security on that single door, and considering that he couldn't reach his Ki it was a room with no escape. The door swung soundlessly open which meant this cell was either used quite often or kept well-intact. Probably both as he had been able to smell the faint fear and pain of a human male the first time he had awoken, which had only served to make his fear raise so far and made him wonder about what awaited him outside this door. And now, that mystery was going to be solved.

The light flooding in from outside blinded him temporarily and made it impossible for him to see any features of the silhouette standing in the doorframe. The only thing he was quite sure about was that the person was a slender human female with a gorgeous figure, accentuated by very tight clothing. From her wrist, there hung some kind of rod, dangling on a short chain.

"Stand up!" rang a short bellow from the wall.

Reluctantly, he complied. He felt being eyed as if he was some kind of meat, and he didn't like it at all. This could not be a friendly place.

She was mumbling under her breath in such a low voice that he could only understand bits and pieces.

"... young ... fail ... don't know why she even bothers ... too hard ... break ... waste ..."

Just when he felt he couldn't stand her piercing stare any longer, she snapped:

"Move!"

and when he didn't react fast enough for her taste, she grabbed him by his arm and forcefully shoved him out of the room.

She had a very strong grip and it hurt, but he decided not to show any sign of it and comply with her orders. There wasn't much he could do anyway.

His assumptions had been correct. He was standing in a long, empty hallway that looked exactly like he imagined a prison corridor. Everything was made from grey cement, heavily locked doors were placed in regular intervals, and a stale air of brutality and fear surrounded them. He shuddered which caused his company to tighten her grip even more.

She dragged him through a maze of cement hallways and steel doors, apparently knowing exactly where to go. Her pace was very quick, so he had to jog next to her if he didn't want to be carried along by the slender women in very tight, red leather clothing.

His fear still throbbed in him like a sore thumb, but he had gotten his control back and decided to close it away deep inside him. He would not show his fear to anyone, at least they could never be more horrible than Cell.

Suddenly, they came to a halt in front of another iron door. The woman opened it without any keys, she just turned the door knob and shoved him brutally inside an empty room which probably looked just like cell, only a little bit bigger. It had a window though which dyed the grey room into a dull twilight, making it seem even more dreary.

He stumbled from the force of the shove and tried to regain his balance when he felt an iron hand grab his hair and hold him up.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" chuckled another female voice, sounding much deeper than the first one, almost purring.

He could not see her because she held his hair so close that he had no possibility to turn around. She must have stood directly behind the door so that he hadn't been able to see her. Gathering his courage, he made his voice sound even and fearless, ignoring the pain that spread from his scalp.

"Where am I and what do you want?"

He heard that sinister laugh again. Apparently the wrong way to get any information.

"Wouldn't you like to know, little one..."

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his lower back, almost as if he had been hit with a hard punch, but it was a little different. For one, it spread from a small point, and secondly, it was a constant assault to his nerves. His knees went weak with the force of his pain, and he was soon hanging from his thick, black hair. The burning sensation on his head was nothing in comparison to the fire wreaking havoc in his back and his legs; it even helped him deal with the assault. Very early in his training to become a warrior, he had found out that concentrating on minor pains helped him forget major ones.

He swore to himself that he would never let her see how much she hurt him, but when the spot began to travel up his spine, he couldn't help himself and started moaning from pain despite his promise. All his muscles cramped up and he couldn't breathe any more as the hurt wrapped around him like a blanket.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. The pain was gone from one second to the other.

Shakily, he drew in a breath and collapsed when the hand holding him up released its hold. It was as if the pain had drained all of his strength and left nothing behind but an empty shell.

He had to realize that this was far different from getting hurt in a battle. There, he had his adrenaline to take away at least the peak of his pain, and an opponent to focus on to, whereas this was pure torture.

But he didn't even know why he was tortured.

Another wave of pain hit.

That was his worst problem His suffering had no reason, or at least none he could see. Before, it had been to learn fighting properly, or to prepare for the saiyans, or to save the world. Now it was a pointless agony that lasted forever.

He could already feel his pride getting weaker by the second, and by the time the third and fourth wave of pain shot through his body, he had no idea how to survive this intact. He began to admire Vegeta, he must have been in a similar situation under the rule of Friezer, and he had managed to come out of it surprisingly whole. Of course, that had to be the reason for Vegeta's stuck-up and pride-full demeanor, it must have been the lifeline for his sanity. But did he really want to become like Vegeta?

Then she must have found his tail spot while he was still musing over Vegeta's past, because a searing hot lance was rammed through his body. He arched backwards, eyes wide open, mouth contorted in a silent scream, finding himself drowned in a red, hot sea of flames.

Luckily he lost consciousness as his brain was overloaded from the sensory input and he fell into a huge black whirlpool of restless nightmares.

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The female figure in that room snorted. She kicked him in his ribs. No reaction. So he was out cold. Tough guy. Better than she had anticipated. At least she had found his soft spot.

She smirked malevolently. She would teach him pains he had never even dreamed about.

Looking down at the limb figure, she fetched an iron bucket full of cold water, dumping it over him. He groaned and twitched, soon fully aware of his surroundings once again.

It was time to teach him all the ways of using the Agiel. Oh yeah, the day had just started...

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His torturer was a tall woman with blond hair, braided into a long rope that went halfway down her back. She wore the same tight red leather as the woman that had brought him here, and he noticed a silver half moon emblazoned between her breasts. It had to be some kind of uniform for whatever profession she practiced because it just didn't seem like casual wear to him. Thinking about it, the red was such a dark and intense shade that it wouldn't look any different if she was covered in blood...

"Stand up!"

Her previously purring and silky voice was now as sharp as steel. Not taking his gaze from her, he complied wordlessly. When he moved to get up, he felt that his clothing was cold and wet clothing and clung to his body in several spots, making him shiver from the cold. She must have dumped some water over him to get him awake, and she surely didn't bother to heat it before drenching him.

He lifted his head and looked up into her eyes. They were a startling blue, a blue as deep as an ocean, but she exerted a cold, emotionless glare, a glare that rose the hair on his back. It reminded him too much of Ju-hachi-guu's merciless eyes while she was still under Dr. Gero's command and evil.

He was so deep in thought about her similarities to #18 that he didn't catch the quick flick of her wrist, but the pain in his hand soon tore him out of his little world. He winced as the sharp steely voice got a grinding, low tone that reminded him slightly of Piccolo's gruff voice.

"Now, I don't think we have been properly introduced. I know what you are, so don't even bother with explaining."

The pain in his wrist intensified, and her eyes darkened and got an evil glint to them.

"You may call me Mistress Denna. And," she continued menacingly, "don't even think about running away. I would always find your worthless hide again, and without your powers you are nothing."

This was a shock for him. So she was the reason for the loss of his abilities. Involuntarily, he tried to raise his Ki out of a reflex reaction. Her glittering blue eyes suddenly flashed white as she grinned dangerously and a blinding pain shot through his entire body. He gasped for air and fell forward, his arms barely supporting the weight of his upper body.

She looked down on him and smiled maliciously.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If I were you, I would not do that again as long as you don't want that pain."

He writhed on the floor in agony as his arms gave out beneath the searing lightening that ran through his nerves up into the furthest corners of his brain. Desperately trying to hold on to rational thought despite the onslaught of pain, he hoarsely croaked:

"Please ... make ... it stop ..."

"Nah, nah, already forgotten my name?"

In the depths of his soul, a tiny seed of hatred for the obnoxious woman started to grow as it was nurtured by his rising anger. It was an utterly destructive hatred, just as bad as his hatred for Cell. And if it got big enough, it would take control over him and everybody would have to suffer the consequences - his Dad was the best example. Gritting his teeth, he spat out:

"Please ... make it stop, Mistress Denna!"

She kept on smiling and didn't do anything, making his rage grow further.

"My, my, aren't you a fast learner ... but this, you will have stop yourself. Relax your Ki and the pain will go away."

It was one of the hardest tasks he had ever done, to control his Ki with all the anger at her and all the pain coursing in his veins. Just when he thought that he was getting better, he was distracted again and the pain blazed freshly through his raw nerves. He was well aware of her amused grin at his futile attempts, and his rage grew until his entire vision was shrouded behind a bloody red veil, blocking out even the hurting of his body.

The seed of hatred grew, it got bigger and stronger, until he couldn't help but notice it through his rage. Suddenly, his anger was gone and he was filled with concern. If he let the seed grow unhindered, it would develop a mind of ist own, and it would start influencing his decisions and cloud his mind. This he couldn't allow, it was bad enough that it had happened in the fight against Cell, and then, only his father's sacrifice had brought him back to reason. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't been brought out of the haze covering his rational thoughts. It would have been very bad for earth, that was sure, perhaps he would even have destroyed it.

Determination filled him. That would not happen, he would make sure of it. With this newly found strength, he gathered his thoughts once again over the pain and concentrated hard on powering down. At firs, it didn't seem to have any effect, but he gradually managed it and was rewarded by the agony ebbing slowly away. Panting, he lay sprawled out on his back as the pain subsided, tiny beads of sweat covering his forehead from the mental fight in his head.

He groaned as a hard boot connected with his ribs, almost breaking them. That would leave some nasty bruise, but he had had worse from his training with Piccolo. Her voice was steely again and cut through the air.

"Did I tell you that you could rest? Now stand up again, I want to get on with your first lesson!"

He was quite confused at her announcement. What kind of twisted lesson was she talking about?

While he shakily got to his feet, an inner feeling told him that it couldn't possibly be a good kind. After several futile attempts, he finally managed to balance on his wobbly legs, spreading out his arms for better balance. Seemingly contempt with his insecure stance, she continued.

"Now, this", she pointed to the short rod dangling on her wrist from a tight chain, "is an Agiel. As you have already experienced, it can cause you a great deal of pain."

Roughly, she snatched his right wrist and held it tightly in an iron grip that would have made Vegeta proud.

"The Agiel is a very interesting device. Let me show you how it can be used."

Slowly, she stroked with its tip over his forearm while grinning madly. In its wake creeped a deep pain as if his flesh was scorched by an invisible heat source and then frozen to absolute zero, but amazingly his forearm bore no mark from the flames. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it that he was still unscathed.

Concentrating hard, he managed to suppress all initial reflexes like snatching his hand away. Instead, he tried to relax as much as possible and keep his breathing steady, for he was quite sure this was only the beginning and he had to keep his strength for later on. After all, this was supposed to be only the first lesson of God knows how many.

Just before she touched her own hand that was wrapped around his wrist, she lifted the Agiel from his skin, only to start at his elbow again. This time, she intensified the pressure with each passing centimeter. When it had first seemed like fire to him, it now felt as if his flesh was torn away from the bone by huge, sharp claws. And this time, the rod left a mark on his forearm. First it was just a welt, but it soon became a deep, blood-filled gash the harder she pressed.

Waves of sickening heat shot through his body and centered in his stomach, giving him a horribly nauseous feeling. His hand trembled slightly with the agony, and cold beads of sweat started to form over his brows while his breathing grew heavier, making a strange, howling sound in his throat, just like the wind when it had found an empty building. But still, he was able to resist the urge to draw away, biting hard on his lower lip to distract himself.

When she lifted the Agiel away from his wrist, a deep red gash remained. Smiling, she moved his injured wrist to her mouth and licked the blood away. It felt surprisingly good, that is, until she bit down with all her force into his sore wound, drawing more blood. The shock made him flinch, and a low groan was emitted from his throat. If she had not held his wrist, his unwilling action would have caused her to rip a mouthful of flesh out of his arm, but this way it only intensified his bleeding.

An endless time later, she withdrew her teeth from the gash, licking the last remains of his blood from her lips.

"You taste good ... Too bad you're still so young..." she contemplated, never letting his hand slip from her iron grip.

He was now struggling hard to keep himself in check, his forearm felt as if it was constantly being roasted over an open fire, and the biting had definitely made it worse. His breath came in ragged gasps, just adding to the sick feeling in his stomach, and every few seconds, slight tremors rushed through his body.

Why did that woman do this to him? She probably had as little reason as Cell had for destroying earth. The seed of hatred began to grow again, making it easier for him to regain his posture, giving him some distraction besides the pain that spread from his lower lip which he had unconsciously bit open.

She must have waited for a time when he was distracted as she slammed the Agiel down on his tortured forearm full force, and she was rewarded by a sickening crunch. He howled out in unbearable agony and tried to raise his Ki in a reflex motion to protect himself, but when he remembered that this would only hurt himself, it was too late and the additional pain shot into his nerves. Nevertheless, he tried even harder to make his Ki respond, embracing the pain that made his broken arm seem tame in comparison, only letting a small moan pass his lips as he wound on the floor.

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She looked down on his small, writhing frame. He was really strong, mentally and physically, and obviously used to great amounts of pain. That would make her task much more difficult - and much more satisfying, as she was pleased to meet the challenge the boy posed.

Silently she hoped he would turn out like Richard with the sword, the only one that had actually been able to withstand her training and still keep his soul intact, but that was probably just a dream... Only time would tell. So far, she had broken everyone HE had sent to her. Why should it be different this time?

Not letting any of her thoughts slip through the icy cold mask she wore all the time, she sneered:

"Oh, I forgot to mention that to you: This self-inflicted pain won't let you pass out, so there is no reason for punishing yourself ..."

At first, he didn't seem to have heard her, or he had chosen to ignore her, but a few minutes later his spasms slowly subsided and his tightened-up body relaxed somewhat.

Without her having to tell him, he slowly got up, careful not to use his broken arm. He panted heavily and his whole body was drenched in sweat, his black eyes narrowed to small slits, and his lips pressed together so hard that they turned white. Yeah, he was really strong, because otherwise he looked just fine.

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But on the inside, he trembled like a dry leaf in a cold autumn breeze, shaking with his newly reawakened fear, sucked dry from his remaining strength. His confusion over what that female did to him, and more importantly why, was just as big as in the beginning, although he suspected that she liked hurting people, that she liked seeing people in agony, that she had an overgrown sadistic streak. He could smell the satisfaction that oozed out of her pores while licking his blood and injuring him.

Just like Cell.

His anger flared again, but only briefly so as not to let his Ki respond. He had learned this lesson. Raising his head in defiance and looking suddenly up into her eyes, he was shocked beyond belief.

For the briefest fraction of a moment, his keen Saiyan sight could detect something behind that icy barrier of impenetrable blue coldness, that made him reconsider his assessment of her. Although it had been a very, very brief time-span, he was able to identify the emotions that had played in her face, betraying most of her previous demeanor. There had been a lot of pain in those beautiful eyes, a pain from old wounds that had never healed properly, and in the background, there was some strange feeling. Cold it have been hope that he had just glimpsed?

A wave of hot pain shot through his neck, a pain that forced him down on his knees and made him cough up some blood.

"I do not like being stared at, so you better watch where you're looking, you have no idea of what I am capable of ..."

Oh, he could imagine very well what she could do, he had seen his fair share of sickening people, like Freezer for example. But that short glimpse of her real being that he had just gotten told him she was somehow different. And it was his full intention of finding out what had caused her to become that merciless torturer he was confronted with.

A new attack on his ill-treated nerves spread from his broken arm when she carelessly gripped it to drag him up.

But no one had said that it would be easy...

A/N:

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