Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Uncanny Dragonball Z! ❯ Touch Not Lest Ye Be Touched ( Chapter 3 )

Standing up and brushing the dirt from his faded levis, Logan looked around slowly, animal keen senses alert and tingling, his body rigid and expectant...of what he wasn't exactly sure of. Something smelled...odd...to him, different.

Well, He thought, as he made his way towards the scent, Can't just stand around here...Jubilee...and the others...they might need help...

"W-where am ah?" His acute hearing picked up her voice as if she'd been walking right beside him, "What happened? W-who are you...?"

"Rogue?" He cried, picking up his pace, "I'm comin' honey, hang on!"

The short springy green grass had given way to oddly shaped brush and trees with twining branches that tended to snag and tear. Logan cut through the limbs and leaves with little effort, not even bothering to take out his claws, and burst through the clearing, breath feeling like fire in his chest, panting in fear...

Rogue was there. Her uniform had been torn down one arm, leaving the creamy white skin of her upper arm from elbow to shoulder bare. She was facing a strange being who was green in hue and wore, Logan recognized, a dark purple gi, white turban and long, thick white cape with weights he assumed must be for strength training of some sort.

The being was tall, much taller than either he or Rogue and he could see the muscle rippling beneath his clothing, testament to his physical strength. Not that he was worried about how strong the guy was, in that department, Rogue was a class by herself, but he noticed her bare skin right away and recognized the danger.

"Are you injured?" The strange green...person...was asking, holding out one hand to her, Logan realized that he wasn't trying to attack her, he merely looked confused as Rogue shook her head, backing away in fear. He had no way of knowing that the fear in her eyes wasn't meant for herself, but rather, for him.

"Don't touch her!" Logan cried, running forward, just as the stranger's hand was inches from Rogue's arms, flesh nearly touching flesh, "Hey, bub! Listen to the lady! Don't...!"

Rogue screamed and fell to her knees as the green hand wrapped about her upper arm, flesh against flesh. A million emotions, deeds, personalities flew into her all at once, overwhelming her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt her body overcome by the other being's strengths and weaknesses.

"Nooooo!!" She howled, trying to pull away, "Let me go! Let me go...!"

Pulling his hand away as if he'd been burned, Piccolo sank down, feeling his strength drained away, unexpectedly, when he touched the woman's arm. More than that, he had felt...her...inside his head, unbidden, pulling things from him that no one had ever been able to...

She had seen things...he knew it, things he would have rather kept locked deep inside...

"Hey, Bub," The man was saying, looking down at him, his brow wrinkled with concern, "Are you all right? I tried to warn ya..."

"Oooh, L-Logan...?" Rogue was murmuring, rubbing her head, shivering, "Is...is he okay? Ah...Ah didn't take too much...did Ah...?"

"Yeah, he'll live," Logan said, shaking his head, "He's just stunned, looks like. How'd your uniform get ripped, Darlin'?"

"It caught on a branch, a very strong branch and tore as I jerked m' arm away," She answered, recovering, still getting use to having, yet another, personality, vying for attention within her head, "Do you know where we are, Logan?"

"Not a damn clue, Rogue," He said, "The others are near, though, I can smell `em..."

"Yeah," Rogue nodded, "I can feel Jean, she's been...reaching..."

Piccolo recovered, his ability at swift healing adding to said recovery and stood up once more. "Who are you people?" He asked, forcing himself not to avert his eyes as woman looked over at him, what had she done to him...?! "Where did you come from?"

"We..." Logan started, but a unexpected scream interrupted him.

"Oh ma god, Wolvie!" Rogue cried, jumping up and taking to the air, secretly happy that her ability to fly wasn't hampered by this...place, "That was Storm!"

"Go, Rogue!" Logan yelled, running behind and beneath her on the ground, "I'll follow!"

"Wait!" Piccolo yelled, launching himself into the air, catching up with Rogue, "Who are you?!"

"Later!" Rogue cried, fear in her voice for the fate of her friend, "Our friend's in trouble!"