Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles ❯ Drabbles 8 ( Chapter 8 )

A sharp intake of breath racked my body. Impossible. How can it be? My hands, which once curled so hard into my fists as to draw blood, upon seeing him, became immoveable. Frezia lives. It wasn’t his second form; the form he and his father ruled under. It was his third. Sleek, elegant, a perfectly sharpened weapon for use against my home. He hasn’t changed a bit since he died.. But how? I thought Trunks killed him? Abruptly, the peaceful life I had melted like the Forgotten Time; a faint whisper of a possibility. No more.
“KOLA!” Pan-Gohan’s daughter-rushed past me, her voice one of laughter, not tears. Her shining eyes-so much like my Bulma’s- looked up into Frezia’s eyes. He kept her close, purple-diamond nails missing her skin my mere centimeters as he whispered to her. Gohan, who had been as frozen as I, rapidly vanished from my sight. His chi disappeared, and a dull thunking noise was masked by the Ice-jin’s hiss of a laugh. Gohan’s dead.
“Ah, my little monkey, I knew you missed me!”
“NO!” He killed Gohan. Pan let her Father die! She’s…she’s joined his side. Kakarrot’s granddaughter wants to destroy this world! Suddenly able to move again, I smirked. He knows what I am. “FREZIA! I’LL KILL YOU FOR GOOD THIS TIME!”

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