Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XIX ( Chapter 19 )

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XIX
Gokou appeared out of nowhere, right between Kuririn and Gohan, nearly knocking the monk over. His sudden entrance, and the distraught look on his face caught everyone's attention. "We've no time to waste. The Nameckjin are attacking the others right now."

Kaeru, Gohan, Videl, Kuririn, and 18 latched onto Gokou's gi without a second thought. Kaeru's eyebrows were knit together in worry, as they phased out, transported instantly to Namecksei.

When they appeared, back at the ruined village, there was no sign of life anywhere. The others were hesitant, eyes scanning the broken homes carefully. Kaeru was more daring, calling out loudly in Nameckjin.

When she received no answer, Kaeru turned back to the others. "Deserted… or dead?" She wrung her hands nervously for a few moments, looking at the collapsed structures, almost in tears.

"Take it easy, girl." Videl said, a hand on the taller woman's shoulder. The others were busy scanning for power levels, something that had slipped Kaeru's mind.

"Do you guys think this is just a little weird?" Kuririn asked, his eyebrows almost inverted. He looked up at his larger companions, including his wife.

"It is peculiar…" Gohan mumbled.

Kaeru, by now, had also detected the ki levels in the area, the ones that would be noticeable. She recognized Vejiita's and Piccolo's right off the bat. Trunks and Goten also became more obvious. Scattered in between were the lesser power levels, those of the Nameckjin strong enough to survive. Those came few and far between. "What's so funny?"

"I dunno… must have been my imagination. Forget it." Gohan said nothing more of it, shrugging his shoulders. "What's Buruma's sensor say?"

Kuririn lifted the object from his pocket. "Hell if I know. She didn't tell me how to work it."

Gokou raised a brow.

"Never mind, Tousan. We've gotta find the others."

"Hai. We'll split up. Meet back here in two hours."

"You said the Nameckjin were attacking. What of that?" that came from the Android, who had been standing silent, arms crossed.

"I can't explain it. Maybe it was a fluke. They could have been scared by our arrival." Son raised his hands in a gesture of futility. "If you come across any survivors, try to bring them here. We'll use the cliff face for cover." Muuri's village was almost square against a high cliff, that jutted 300 feet easy into the pale Nameckjin sky. Gokou was certain that it would have a cave or two inside it, somewhere where they could hide the young and infirm. "Okay?"

Everyone agreed, and they split up, Gokou and Kaeru going alone, Gohan and Kuririn staying with their respective mates.


Kaeru flew low to the ground, her eyes darting back and forth over the crater-marked ground. The carnage was incredible, trees and fields reduced to smoking ash, hills leveled completely. She swallowed hard, as she came across her first ruined town, landing gently on the dusty ground.

The smell of rot was horrendous, and Kaeru reluctantly followed it to its source. There, in front of a retaining wall for the ruined garden of Ajiisa plants, lay the victims of a mass murder. Covering her mouth to keep from vomiting, she dared step closer to the bodies.

There they were, 40 to 50 citizens, ranging in age from babies to the village elders, all stacked haphazardly before the wall. Dying where they stood, they formed a sort of macabre wall, falling one on top the other, the stones of their bodies sealed with a mortar of blood, which leeched into the ground below them in a large pool. From the look of it, Kaeru could tell that this wasn't a random killing. They had been ordered to stand in a row, murdered execution-style.

Hatchlings lay clutched in the arms of elders and parents, their swaddling robes stained with green. Feeling the tears come, the Saiyajin fell to her knees slowly, one hand touching her open mouth, the other in the earth, her fingers carving furrows in the soil. Dozens of eyes stared at her, almost in accusation. Nothing was worse than the gaze of a dead man.

Lowering her head, Kaeru stared at the ground, which wavered through the tears in her eyes. She whispered harshly, to the souls of the departed. "I'm sorry. I'm too late. Forgive me, please." Finding and steadying her knees and her stomach, she stood shakily, her shoulders hitching. Slowly she took to the air, and moved north of the bodies, to the churned-up soil of the garden. It butted up against a small hillock that had somehow remained unmarked in the murder. Scattering a few small ki spheres into the crest of the hill, she created a small avalanche, pushing the debris along, until it covered the bodies. When the dust had settled, Kaeru half-heartedly studied her handiwork. The hill was half-gone, rolling like a great ocean of dirt, over the field and the bodies that lay beyond. The ragged leaves of a few Ajiisa plants poked from the surface, serving as decoration for the mass gravesite.

Whispering a small prayer, and kind words for the departed in Nameckjin, she continued west, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes. She'd been flying for only a few minutes, when she passed over another set of hills and valleys, a familiar figure standing atop the tallest one. Not seeing it until the last moment, Kaeru stopped abruptly, almost 300 yards past the person on the hill. Doubling back, she landed gently on the western face, walking to the top. "Piccolo?" He'd hidden his power so well, that she hadn't even sensed him. His back was to her, his cloak blowing in the slight breeze. "Piccolo? What's wrong?" Cocking her head, stunned at his silence, she stepped closer. He was growling. She could hear it, the growl of an animal on the hunt.

The Nameckjin pivoted suddenly, lobbing a ki sphere at her like he was throwing a fastball. Barely deflecting it by crossing her arms before her face, Kaeru was struck dumb, as he continued to attack viciously, descending down on her with crushing force.