Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deviant ❯ Truth ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two:

 

There was a knock on Yamcha's door. He was surprised at first, but he quickly opened it. “Pan?”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure thing.” He was still pale and scared looking, but the card games had done him good.

“I… Well…. It…but…”

“Honey, are you okay.” Pan just looked at him and sighed.

“I don't even know.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

“We're all scared, you're doing much better than me.”

“No, it's not Brolly, I think… I'm…”

“………..”

“I think I'm gay,” she said in a tiny whisper.

Yamcha let out a mirthful laugh, this was the perfect time to come out, what with the fate of the universe laying in their hands and all. “No, it's not like that, I think I'm in love with Bulla.”

His jaw dropped, “Really? I couldn't tell, what with all that sexual tension between you two thicker than Goku's skull, who would have guessed it?”

“Oh my god does everyone know?”

“No, I don't think they picked up on it. You know how vanilla they all are.”

“But…. She's… I… that's the easy part. She's got that demon inside her... and … Uncle Yamcha, I'm so confused.”

“It's okay Pan. Don't worry so much about it… just let it happen. I think you need to just let yourself feel it, we're about to fight Brolly, and you can't be nervous about other things. It's okay to love her and just feel it for now. Don't think about the future, just concentrate on that emotion.”

As the ship landed everyone found it hard to believe that it had only been a few hours since they left home. Krillen, being the bravest of the Z fighters, was the first to step out. They did not immediately see Brolly, but the stench could tell anyone what he had been doing. Vegeta seemed to be having purging flashbacks.

The smell of death was visibly igniting Bulla. Everyone could tell she was fighting to stay in control. Trunks started to think it was a bad idea to bring her here. “Hey Bulla, you alright?”

“Yeah, I'll be fine. Why don't we get to Brolly sooner than later?” He walked closer to his sister, for a more private conversation.

“You know us B, how about you stand back a little and jump in if we need you.” She knew what it meant, he was afraid for her safety, and telling her to stay out of the fight. In all honesty, she agreed and nodded. “Okay guys, let's get going.”

As the group took flight the tension dimmed mercifully. They all felt like family again, like they did back in the day. Goku even cracked a smile. All of the sudden impending doom didn't seem all that impending. “It'll be great to get back on that old snake, won't it Goku?” Krillen joked, at least everyone laughed like it was a joke.

“I don't know Krillen, think I've been there too many times, it's kind of boring up there.”

And then they flew over a lake of body parts and blood. Shreds of intestine dotted mounds of flesh. Some organs floated to the top, and blood surrounded everything. The jokes stopped immediately. Vegeta flew lower, as if searching for survivors. “Not even I was that thorough,” he commented absently, thinking it a mere statement of fact. Everyone shivered. This area was once a city. Pieces of buildings were floating in the lake and some skeletons were left of factories and skyscrapers. This could be their planet.

Brolly was not far from this scene, standing at the intersection of two cliffs. He noticed a group of `fighters' who had minimal ki approaching him. His attention was brought to focus on a little female with blue hair. Other than her coloring, she had all the features of the royal line of Vegeta-sei. His mind wondered slightly, she must be the Prince's child. With no Sayain females left, she had to be a hybrid. Goku was the first to attack. “How could you murder all those innocent people?” he yelled. Brolly dodged him with graceful ease.

Yamcha ground his jaw and tightened up when Brolly started laughing. He couldn't get involved, he didn't have a chance. Goku pulled back for a Kamehameha wave, and Brolly blasted the wave, carrying all the ki back into Goku. It went straight through his chest. As Brolly's amused himself with Goku's death, 18 flew through the air and kicked him straight in the gut. He had been unprepared, and it looked like it actually hurt him. He was even pushed back a little. 18 retreated back behind the other fighters.

Before he recovered, Trunks jumped in and threw a punch hitting Brolly dead in the face, as Brolly was distracted Goten and Piccolo got two good shots to the stomach in. Brolly swatted them away like flies, but held Trunks by his arm. “You little bitch.” Brolly start the crush his hand, then bend his entire arm backwards. Trunks cried out, and Vegeta, consumed by rage launched toward his son's attacker. Brolly ripped Trunks' arm off and threw him aside. 18 came back before he could blast Trunks and tried to hit him again. She was upset with herself for not jumping in sooner last time, and letting Goku die. It made her careless, hitting him before he was open. He grabbed her neck and held her in mid air, there was gasping, followed by a crack. Her threw her at the Cliffside and she impacted in a spay of metal chips and wire. Vegeta started throwing thousands of ki discs at Brolly, some were impacting.

Bulla ran to Trunks, taking his head in her lap, reminding him that he'd be fine with a sensu. She motioned Yamcha over, and told him to treat for shock. She heard a sickening crack and snapped her head around to see the cliff side. It looked more like a work of art than her father, half of his skull held in a crevice of rock, the other half sprayed across it in a colorful display of brains and blood.

Everyone held their breath.

Brolly remembered, a little late, the legend of Devious. His stomach froze over. Her hair turned black with the whites of her eyes, and she was emanating black ki. The temperature of the air dropped sharply downward. There was nothing in the face, no emotion in those eyes, he couldn't even feel her ki anymore.

He'd never been so scared in all his life.

This was not how things were supposed to happen. He was supposed to be invincible, there weren't supposed to be Sayian females left at all, especially not as rare as one of the royal line. He turned and flew, fast as he could. He didn't look behind, but he knew she was there. The air was still cold. He remembered that it was her father that he'd killed, and he wanted to take it back. He didn't want to die this way, running from a scorned child. So he gathered his courage, or foolishness and turned around, launching at her, shouting as loud as he could.

She smirked.

And he gulped. She had planned this, why else had she not attacked him first. Now he had so much momentum hurling toward her he couldn't stop. She leaned, pulling back and holding her other arm forward. It was going to be one hell of a punch. Brolly used all of his energy to move to her other side with the outstretched hand. She moved too, and it hit him.

For a while he lay on his back, feeling no pain, looking up at the sky. But then he saw her standing over him. She allowed him to stand. He knew she was toying with him. She gathered black ki in her hand and threw it at him, he dodged it easily, only to be hit by a second ball.

He tried to draw breath in, he tried to close his eyes, he tried to scream the pain away, but only a hiss a air was sounding. Shit. It felt like he'd been hit by despair, and grief, and self loathing, all at once. The emotion was so intense, his eyesight was blurring. He knew that his blood pressure was raising he felt his surroundings heat up. He remembered toying with others this way, he remembered doing this to thousands of beings, feeling it was his right, because he was stronger. Now with the tables were turned, he knew this had to be karma. His eyes rolled back. And then it was cold again. Dead cold, and wind came, it was coming from her. It ripped through his ki and his flesh straight to his bones.

She was gliding her hand across his torso, but he couldn't move. He felt his ribs snapping, but he couldn't scream. Finally he drew in breath, and it stabbed him everywhere inside. This time he screamed, but not for long, phlegm was clotting in his throat, and he started hacking, his entire body shake with each cough. He was looking at his hand, and realized he was coughing up blood. She laughed. He never thought he would find a being stronger and more evil than himself.

She formed ki in her hand again, but this time it was regular yellow ki. It started to look like a sword. He moved his arm forward to block, `this is it' he thought, staring at a rock, `that's the last thing I'll see.' But she only took his arm. She seemed amused by it. He wondered if the boy whose arm he took was her brother. She grasped the arm in her hands like a club, and began to beat him with it. His blood was spraying all over her, and only a few white specs of her tank top were showing through.

Steeling himself against the attacks, Brolly gathered whatever inner strengthen he had left and kicked her in the gut. She fell backward. He tackled her, punching her with all he had, over, and over. She laughed again. It felt like ice crawling up his spine, why did she have to laugh like that? Why was she toying with him?

She grabbed his fist and crushed it, like he had done to the boy's. He thrust forward with his stub, not fully realizing that his arm was gone. This time, she grabbed his throat and wrapped her finger around his wind pipe, ripping it away. The worst feeling was that he could still breath, and none of his arteries were severed. He wished she had punctured his esophagus, and given him the peace of instant death. She pushed her fingers into his collar bone, and he was surprised that he still felt pain when she dug into the nerve there. She pulled, breaking it, and it stuck out of his skin.

Something changed. He felt his Ki leave him, she had chained him down? There were bands around his wrist, ankles, neck, and torso. Why? What was she plotting? His eyes rolled, everything ached and bled. Was he seriously going to die like this, chained down?

“Brolly?”

She was speaking. She was speaking to him. Was this another form of torture?

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“I know it won't being him back, I can't undo what I did, and neither can you.”

“So your sorry for your actions, not you thinking.”

“I am a warrior, if I don't fight, what will I do.”

“You are no warrior Brolly. You are coward who slaughters those weaker than him with no thought or reason until you lay flat on your back, beaten. You turned yourself into an expendable human being. So tell me Brolly, what should I do with you?”

He didn't answer her, everything he tried to say came out in a choking sob. The truth hurt, and that's what it was, the honest truth. If he died here and now, who would miss him? He had been so focused on how he was going to die, he didn't think about it at all. His whole life, he had done nothing, nothing but kill.