Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XX ( Chapter 20 )
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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: 12.09.2002 | Updated On: 12.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 149 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.09.2002 | Updated On: 12.09.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 149 | Status: Completed
XX
Vejiita's head jerked up sharply. Floating above yet another ruined town, hed' been staring down at the charred remains almost remorsefully. "Kakkarotto. It's about time." The other Saiyajin had barely come to a stop behind him, when Vejiita spoke. "Did you bring the others?"
"Hai. They're searching for survivors." Gokou said sullenly. "Although, from what I've seen, those will be hard to find. …what of the six that attacked you guys?"
"Defeated. Knocked them unconscious. When they came to, they were a little more understanding. Piccolo says he knows one of them. Hammer, I think his name is. They're helping Trunks and Goten search for Muuri." His eyes never strayed from the ground below, but the emotion displayed in his coal black eyes changed from sorrow to anger. Eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, Vejiita felt the corner of his lip twitch in annoyance.
Gokou swallowed. "Well.. There's nothing we can do here… may as well get moving."
"Wait."
"Eh?"
Without another word, Vejiita opened his palm. Instantaneously, the ground lurched upwards, the remains of the town destroyed. The Saiyajin no Ouji still didn't speak, as he continued on his way.
Gokou followed, and only after the town was behind them, did he speak. "That was a nice gesture."
Vejiita tossed a glare at him over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He blinked, in surprise. "The …thing you did… back there. Burying them, I mean."
"Burying them? Pphh. Not hardly. The smell was obscene. I had to do something about it before it made me sick." Vejiita said sternly, turning his gaze forward again, scowling at the horizon.
Gokou smiled a little at the Prince's back, but said nothing.
The youngest Son, and Trunks Briefs flew swiftly with 3 of the Nameckjin from Muuri's village. Fanned out in a wide arc, to cover more ground, they surveyed the ground closely, while on the way to the home of the Ultimate Nameckjin.
Yarn, Needle, and Spindle were Muuri's nephews, the only survivors of his clan. Hammer and his brothers were close friends of the family, and they had gone with Piccolo, searching in the opposite direction.
'There's no one here… why are we even bothering?' Trunks thought to himself, as he unfocused his eyes, allowing a broader view of the terrain below him.
'Because it is our duty to find survivors.' he heard someone else say, his voice thick with accent.
Trunks' head snapped to the left. There, a few hundred hards left of him, he saw Needle. The Nameckjin was looking at him. His right eye was squinted shut, to protect against the tips of his long antennae, blown backwards by the wind. His left was trained on him, and Trunks knew that Needle had read his mind. 'Get out of my head.'
Needle smiled a little. 'Then don't think so loudly.' Of his brothers, Needle was the most delicate. The bones of his face were elegantly sculpted, his eyes wide and understanding behind antennae that were longer than normal. He was very slender, almost effete in appearance, Trunks knowing that of the three, he had great mental powers. Yarn was the brawn, short and thick, with a barrel chest and a broad face, the eldest. Spindle was the youngest, a balance of Needle and Yarn.
Trunks sighed. 'I hope we find someone. This is really depressing.'
'I agree, young Chikyuujin.' Needle said, his mental communication full of sadness. 'I agree.'
Vejiita's head jerked up sharply. Floating above yet another ruined town, hed' been staring down at the charred remains almost remorsefully. "Kakkarotto. It's about time." The other Saiyajin had barely come to a stop behind him, when Vejiita spoke. "Did you bring the others?"
"Hai. They're searching for survivors." Gokou said sullenly. "Although, from what I've seen, those will be hard to find. …what of the six that attacked you guys?"
"Defeated. Knocked them unconscious. When they came to, they were a little more understanding. Piccolo says he knows one of them. Hammer, I think his name is. They're helping Trunks and Goten search for Muuri." His eyes never strayed from the ground below, but the emotion displayed in his coal black eyes changed from sorrow to anger. Eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, Vejiita felt the corner of his lip twitch in annoyance.
Gokou swallowed. "Well.. There's nothing we can do here… may as well get moving."
"Wait."
"Eh?"
Without another word, Vejiita opened his palm. Instantaneously, the ground lurched upwards, the remains of the town destroyed. The Saiyajin no Ouji still didn't speak, as he continued on his way.
Gokou followed, and only after the town was behind them, did he speak. "That was a nice gesture."
Vejiita tossed a glare at him over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He blinked, in surprise. "The …thing you did… back there. Burying them, I mean."
"Burying them? Pphh. Not hardly. The smell was obscene. I had to do something about it before it made me sick." Vejiita said sternly, turning his gaze forward again, scowling at the horizon.
Gokou smiled a little at the Prince's back, but said nothing.
The youngest Son, and Trunks Briefs flew swiftly with 3 of the Nameckjin from Muuri's village. Fanned out in a wide arc, to cover more ground, they surveyed the ground closely, while on the way to the home of the Ultimate Nameckjin.
Yarn, Needle, and Spindle were Muuri's nephews, the only survivors of his clan. Hammer and his brothers were close friends of the family, and they had gone with Piccolo, searching in the opposite direction.
'There's no one here… why are we even bothering?' Trunks thought to himself, as he unfocused his eyes, allowing a broader view of the terrain below him.
'Because it is our duty to find survivors.' he heard someone else say, his voice thick with accent.
Trunks' head snapped to the left. There, a few hundred hards left of him, he saw Needle. The Nameckjin was looking at him. His right eye was squinted shut, to protect against the tips of his long antennae, blown backwards by the wind. His left was trained on him, and Trunks knew that Needle had read his mind. 'Get out of my head.'
Needle smiled a little. 'Then don't think so loudly.' Of his brothers, Needle was the most delicate. The bones of his face were elegantly sculpted, his eyes wide and understanding behind antennae that were longer than normal. He was very slender, almost effete in appearance, Trunks knowing that of the three, he had great mental powers. Yarn was the brawn, short and thick, with a barrel chest and a broad face, the eldest. Spindle was the youngest, a balance of Needle and Yarn.
Trunks sighed. 'I hope we find someone. This is really depressing.'
'I agree, young Chikyuujin.' Needle said, his mental communication full of sadness. 'I agree.'