Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Aguila ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Prologue

It was finally here. She ran away from it for far too long and was beginning to feel as if she had won. But now she could feel that someone knew where she had been hiding and that they were on their way to silence her forever.

She cried a single tear and hurried to her son’s room. She then cracked the door open enough to see what he was doing. There, in the clown wallpapered and toy filled room was her son, the only part of her that was to remain afterwards. He was 8 now with hair the color of a midnight sky and blue eyes. His little hands that were always in some kind of mischief were now putting together train tracks with care. She smiled as she saw her son push away a few strands of hair to get a better look at what he was doing.

It’s getting too long, she thought, and lamented when she realized that she was never again to touch her boy’s hair. Hair, why was she thinking of hair at a time like this? The boy had to be tucked away and far from what was going to happen soon.

“Tuari,” she at last spoke, keeping her voice calm so not to alarm the boy. “I want you to go outside and get some firewood.”

Tuari frowned at not being able to finish but got up to go outside. Before he could reach the backdoor, his mother swept him up in her arms.

“I love you, my son,” she said and kissed him on the cheek. Tuari wiped the kiss away and went to do what his mother told him.

After becoming sure that Tuari was out far enough to be safe, she heard a loud pound on the door. She knew that if she did not answer that they would come back. The man facing on the gallows had it better; at least his end was entirely out of his control. Each step she took towards the door echoed the drumming of her heart in her chest. She knew this moment would come but why now and when her son needed her the most. She silently wished that she went further away so that he could have never had found her. However, his money and prestige would have followed her to the ends of the earth. Perhaps it’s better this way, she thought. At least now I can stop running.

With a sigh and silent prayer of mercy, she at last opened the door.

Two men dressed in all black were waiting.

“So you thought you could hide from us, didn’t you, Tamahra?” one of the men asked.

“No,” she said with dignity. “But I will ask you to leave me alone and leave my son in peace.”

“I’m afraid we’ve been looking too far for you,” the other said. “Plus, our boss wants your head as proof that we’ve found you. Not to mention we were instructed to string your little brat up by his neck after we were through with you.”

“My son is not here,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. “Do what you want with me, but I will never tell you where he is.”

“No matter,” the first one said. “You’ll do for now,”

Suddenly, Tamahra found herself being thrown to the ground and met with the cold steel of a revolver against the back of her head. This was it. This was what she had been hiding from for so long. She whimpered as she could hear the gun cock with a fresh bullet ready to go.

“Any last words?” the other said.

Tears rolled freely down her face and she gasped her last breaths of air. “Don’t tell my son what I–“

Bang.

Birds that saw the scene below flew away at the noise. Tamahra was dead before she hit the ground, her life exiting out of her head and into the soil beneath her.

“Clean job,” the first said. “Hand me the cleaver.”

The other one drew a large knife and handed it to his partner. He then knelt down and pulled at her hair, now matted with sweat, blood, and dirt. With a long slice of his blade, her head was drawn away from the rest of her.

“We’ll come back for the kid later,” he then said holding Tamahra’s head by her hair. “That last shot should have brought him out.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” the other one agreed. “The kid would’ve ran to see what was going on.”

They were partly right. Tuari did not run to see what caused the noise. However, he was already there inside a nearby bush. He had forgotten to take his water bottle with him to fill up at the creek when he saw the two men with his mother. Tuari panicked and hid and witnessed his mother being slaughtered like an animal. He watched everything from the shot being fired into her brain, to her violet eyes closing forever, and seeing his mother’s head being carried around like a doll’s head. He thought it was a dream and pinched himself all over to wake up from the nightmare. It would be okay; He’d wake up and see his mother’s smiling face telling him that his breakfast was ready. Any minute he would hear her scream his name after accidentally leaving one of his toy’s for her to step on. It had to be false. It couldn’t be real!

But it was. It was reality. He was awake. It was real. He felt his heart sink into his stomach and felt a force within him that threatened to come out. How could these men do this to his mother? What did he do to wrong to have someone take her away? Tuari looked at the men and wished that his eyes could burn a hole into them. Maybe then they would understand and maybe then he could feel better. He could not but he did see a logo on the back of one of the men’s black jacket:

Capsule Corp.

What did the makers of his toys have to do with his mother? Did someone there get these men to kill her and then him? Before he could even begin to answer his questions, the two men sped away in a black car, leaving his mother’s headless corpse on display.

Tuari at last emerged from the bushes and looked on at what he saw. The beautiful woman that loved and cared for him was left to die by men…Men from Capsule Corp…He cried…silently at first and then screaming at the top of his lungs in grief. The anger that he felt in the bushes began to rise...He hated those men…He hated them…He wanted to kill them…He wanted to make them pay…He wanted to destroy Capsule Corp….His anger and grief rose until he could no longer control it and then became blinded by a flash of golden light…

The demon was loose again and he destroyed the house and everything that surrounded it. The only thing that was left was a partly burned picture of her. He took it and began his journey of revenge.