Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XVII ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 757 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 757 | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
XVII
Gokou and his cargo appeared in Muuri's village. No one could find the courage to speak, as they surveyed the innumerable damage. The white houses of the Nameckjin were demolished, some of them nothing more than giant craters in the ground.
Piccolo was the first to speak, although nothing intelligent came out.
"Are there any survivors?" Goten stammered, finding it as difficult as the others to locate anyone's ki.
Gokou knew he was supposed to go back for the others, but the shock of the carnage around him pushed that to the back. The sounds of collapsing rocks made them all look to their right. There, peering out at them from behind a broken house, a juvenile Nameckjin stared, his eyes wide, small fingers clutching at the remains of his home.
When he noticed them, he disappeared from view, crying out his distress in his native tongue. But before Piccolo could offer a translation, or the others could comfort him, six Nameckjin men appeared from the rubble, baring their fangs.
Piccolo felt Nail stir, as he noticed one of them. He was Hammer, a helper to the Saichirou, the Eldest Nameckjin. He had been revived with the last wish to Porunga, during the fight with Furieza. He couldn't even transfer the thought from his brain to his vocal cords, to speak friendly words to him, when the six attacked.
Even though they were outnumbered, these were not trained warriors, and their impressive power levels were miniscule compared to the Z Senshi. Gokou and the others remained strictly defense, the deflected ki spheres demolishing the rest of the homes.
"Where is Muuri, Hammer?" Piccolo called out, trying to mimic Nail's inflection. Hammer faltered, as Nail spoke to him.
Forgetting the familiar voice for the threatening face, Hammer and his compatriots kept up the onslaught. Vejiita was straining under the effort to not kill the attackers, knocking one into a bench. After he skidded to a halt, he lay still. But Vejiita knew from his steady power level, that he was merely disoriented, not dead.
"Kakarrotto! Go and fetch the others. We will handle these men." Vejiita snarled, knowing that where there were 6 irate Nameckjin, there were three dozen more. He felt Trunks back into him. The lad swore silently under his breath, his father's temper evident in his tone. Goten was bouncing back and forth like a rubber ball, dodging the hits instead of blocking them.
Piccolo was still trying to talk to Hammer, but the Nameckjin was having none if it. Piccolo then looked over his shoulder at Gokou, who was torn between helping, and returning for the others. "Son! Go now!"
Nodding mutely, he phased out. Vejiita stepped back, putting his feet in the place where Gokou had been a second ago. "We've got no other choice. I don't care to waste my time with these green freaks!" Gripping his wrist with his other hand, he fired a dozen ki blasts into the air. They rained down upon the fighters, Vejiita targeting the Nameckjin. As soon as it had started, it was over.
Six men lay on the ground, unmoving. Piccolo bent, touching the neck of Hammer. He would survive. Vejiita's methods were highly unorthodox, and very Saiyajin, but it worked. Trunks and Goten dusted off their hands, their posture confident, but their eyes worried.
"Head's up!" Goten blurted suddenly, lifting his hand to catch a rock that would have hit him at the base of his neck. Turning to see who had thrown it, his eyes fell on the same young Nameckjin from before. Apparently the culprit, and petrified that he was caught in the act, he backed away quickly, before tripping over the gravel. As Piccolo slowly moved towards him, he scuttled away like a crab, crying out in distress.
Saying something that was incomprehensible to the others, he knelt before the boy, who looked like he was about to die of fright. After a few moments of hushed dialogue, Piccolo stood, turning back to the others. Wearing an expression of confusion and dismay, he rubbed the back of his neck. "This is proving to be very difficult."
"What did he say?" Goten peered around the elder Nameckjin to the younger, who was running for cover as fast as his legs could carry him.
"It doesn't make sense."
"What?" Trunks and Goten exchanged bewildered glances. Vejiita scowled.
"He said that this village was attacked by off-worlders."
"Obviously." The Saiyajin no Ouji snapped.
"No… he means us. We were the ones who did this."
Gokou and his cargo appeared in Muuri's village. No one could find the courage to speak, as they surveyed the innumerable damage. The white houses of the Nameckjin were demolished, some of them nothing more than giant craters in the ground.
Piccolo was the first to speak, although nothing intelligent came out.
"Are there any survivors?" Goten stammered, finding it as difficult as the others to locate anyone's ki.
Gokou knew he was supposed to go back for the others, but the shock of the carnage around him pushed that to the back. The sounds of collapsing rocks made them all look to their right. There, peering out at them from behind a broken house, a juvenile Nameckjin stared, his eyes wide, small fingers clutching at the remains of his home.
When he noticed them, he disappeared from view, crying out his distress in his native tongue. But before Piccolo could offer a translation, or the others could comfort him, six Nameckjin men appeared from the rubble, baring their fangs.
Piccolo felt Nail stir, as he noticed one of them. He was Hammer, a helper to the Saichirou, the Eldest Nameckjin. He had been revived with the last wish to Porunga, during the fight with Furieza. He couldn't even transfer the thought from his brain to his vocal cords, to speak friendly words to him, when the six attacked.
Even though they were outnumbered, these were not trained warriors, and their impressive power levels were miniscule compared to the Z Senshi. Gokou and the others remained strictly defense, the deflected ki spheres demolishing the rest of the homes.
"Where is Muuri, Hammer?" Piccolo called out, trying to mimic Nail's inflection. Hammer faltered, as Nail spoke to him.
Forgetting the familiar voice for the threatening face, Hammer and his compatriots kept up the onslaught. Vejiita was straining under the effort to not kill the attackers, knocking one into a bench. After he skidded to a halt, he lay still. But Vejiita knew from his steady power level, that he was merely disoriented, not dead.
"Kakarrotto! Go and fetch the others. We will handle these men." Vejiita snarled, knowing that where there were 6 irate Nameckjin, there were three dozen more. He felt Trunks back into him. The lad swore silently under his breath, his father's temper evident in his tone. Goten was bouncing back and forth like a rubber ball, dodging the hits instead of blocking them.
Piccolo was still trying to talk to Hammer, but the Nameckjin was having none if it. Piccolo then looked over his shoulder at Gokou, who was torn between helping, and returning for the others. "Son! Go now!"
Nodding mutely, he phased out. Vejiita stepped back, putting his feet in the place where Gokou had been a second ago. "We've got no other choice. I don't care to waste my time with these green freaks!" Gripping his wrist with his other hand, he fired a dozen ki blasts into the air. They rained down upon the fighters, Vejiita targeting the Nameckjin. As soon as it had started, it was over.
Six men lay on the ground, unmoving. Piccolo bent, touching the neck of Hammer. He would survive. Vejiita's methods were highly unorthodox, and very Saiyajin, but it worked. Trunks and Goten dusted off their hands, their posture confident, but their eyes worried.
"Head's up!" Goten blurted suddenly, lifting his hand to catch a rock that would have hit him at the base of his neck. Turning to see who had thrown it, his eyes fell on the same young Nameckjin from before. Apparently the culprit, and petrified that he was caught in the act, he backed away quickly, before tripping over the gravel. As Piccolo slowly moved towards him, he scuttled away like a crab, crying out in distress.
Saying something that was incomprehensible to the others, he knelt before the boy, who looked like he was about to die of fright. After a few moments of hushed dialogue, Piccolo stood, turning back to the others. Wearing an expression of confusion and dismay, he rubbed the back of his neck. "This is proving to be very difficult."
"What did he say?" Goten peered around the elder Nameckjin to the younger, who was running for cover as fast as his legs could carry him.
"It doesn't make sense."
"What?" Trunks and Goten exchanged bewildered glances. Vejiita scowled.
"He said that this village was attacked by off-worlders."
"Obviously." The Saiyajin no Ouji snapped.
"No… he means us. We were the ones who did this."