Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunted Saiyans ❯ Chapter 5: Promises To Keep ( Chapter 5 )

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters in Dragonball Z. Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. It is owed/licensed by Toei, Bird Studios, Shonen Jump, Funimation, and Viz. I do however own Tilo and the story idea so don't you steal!

 

 

Chapter 5

Promises to Keep

 

 

Bulma rushed over to her home in her helicopter. Recruit as many people as possible to find the dragon balls, she reminded herself. She revealed a cell phone from her pocket and dialled a number in quickly.

 

“Hello, this is Yamcha! If you're a girl, press 1. If you're a hot girl, press 2. If you're just a friend, press 3. If you're the tax guy, press 4.”

 

Bulma growled and pressed 3.

 

“Leave a message after the beep!”

 

Bulma cursed and redialled his number. She quickly pressed 2.

 

“Hello there beautiful! What can I do for you?”

 

“Yamcha!” Bulma yelled and she heard Yamcha squeal at the other end of the receiver. It was noisy and it sounded like he was in a big crowd. People were cheering and a man close to Yamcha had a hulking voice and was growling at him.

 

“What the heck are you doing I need your help!” Bulma yelled.

 

“Oh, Bulma! I'm sorry but I'm at a big game and I can't do anything right now my manager looks really pissed with me and I'm actually resting now coz its half time, to eh…” he paused and inhaled deeply before continuing, “how bout you call a little later?”

 

“You idiot! I need your help now and a baseball game is more important?!”

 

“Well, it is how I earn my salary Bulma…”

 

“Ugh, FINE! Who needs your help anyway?!” and she hang up. She tried 18 and Marron, but they wouldn't pick up. Who else?! Who could help? The rest of the Z fighters were hermits, she doubted Tien and Chauzu had cell-phones with them in the mountains. Could they even afford one?

 

Her helicopter came ever closer to West City when she noticed that something wasn't quite right. What was happening? What was left of Capsule Corp came into view and she gasped.

 

“No… what's this…?”

 

The closer she came the worse the damage appeared. She landed on her front lawn (what was rest of it) and leaped out of the helicopter. She rushed and saw ambulances rushing off in different directions. Buildings seemed to have been bashed and thrashed. Ashes were collected in a heap nearby. Glass was also being collected and dumped in a large truck. Some of the skyscrapers seemed to have suffered damage as well: their supports looked bare and cold. The wind howled quietly; but the greying clouds shadowed the Earth like an unwelcome guest.

 

She turned a corner and saw Vegata lift a rock to help a man from the rubble. The man thanked a frowning Vegeta and scurried off. Vegata let the rock fall.

 

“Vegeta!” Bulma called and rushed over to him, “What happened here? Where are my parents?!”

 

He pointed at the couple sitting on a rock. Her mother was dusting the rock, reluctant to sit on it and ruin her gleaming mini-skirt. Finally when she thought it was clean enough, she slowly placed her firm butt on the rock and crossed her pale legs. She seemed contempt enough to be alive and with her darling husband.

 

The black cat perched on her father's shoulder, meowed at the sight of Bulma, and her dad looked up. He smiled and waved at her. She waved back. She was about to go and talk to them when her cell-phone rang,

 

“Bulma! Thank goodness! I was so worried! Are you at Capsule Corp now?”

 

“Yes I am,” Bulma replied. It was one of her close employees. She sounded like she had been panicking.

 

“Luckily for us the underground facilities weren't damaged,” she reported to Bulma, “It looks more like the West block was ruined with part of the South one. I'm sorry to hear that your house didn't make it either…”

 

“Yes… yes… of course,” she said, avoiding Vegeta's eyes. He knew something was up. He always knew. Damn his perceptiveness!

 

“Listen Abby, I'll call you back. Just get some people to work out the damage. Make sure you call the other branches in East city and to continue shipping. We'll just move our research to another town until it's been rebuilt. Ok? Ok, I'll see you at work soon. Yes, thank you. Bye.”

 

Thunder crackled in the sky. She pushed the flap down. She tried not to press her lips together but her nervesnous was apparent. `As soon as he hears it he's going to try and find Scar by himself. You may kill him sooner than what happened in chibi Trunks' timeline!' Bulma remembered. At all costs she couldn't tell Vegeta about Scar.

 

“So what happened here?” she asked Vegeta as her eyes scanned over the damage, pushing Scar out of her troubled mind. Chibi Trunks and Goten never prophesised this.

 

“A little pest came by,” he told her, “Nothing I couldn't handle.”

 

She nodded, “Is the body still here?”

 

“The Earthlings took it away,” he said and Bulma saw a bus labelled Special Earth Defence Department Sector 73. She raised her eyebrow.

 

“Well, at least you're alive!' she smiled and was about to ask her father for the dragon radar when Vegeta stopped her, “Wait,” he said and she paused in her footsteps. She turned with a nervous smile on her face, “Where's Kakorot?” he demanded.

 

Bulma tried not to get the nerves get the best of her. She kept her voice as firm as possible. Aiming not to shout (which always seemed to happen with Vegeta) she answered, “He… he's at home of coarse! Why?” she put her hands on her hips.

 

“Don't act dumb Bulma! I know something's happening! I've lived on this planet long enough to know the weather! This,” he pointed at the sky, “Is not normal.”

 

He waited for her reaction but she had none.

 

“You know something and I want you to tell me. That creature that attacked me threatened our family you know! You're acting pretty damn casual about it!” she opened her mouth to yell at him but he continued, “His power level wasn't anything special, but someone, especially Kakorot, should have at least been able to detected it. So why can't I detect his power level and why is his scent all over you?!”

 

Damn.

 

“Well, Vegeta, the truth is I need the Dragon Radar. I'm going to wish Capsule Corp back. Yes, I was with Goku, Chi Chi and Goten, but that's because they asked me to help them steal the pod.”

 

“Pod?” Vegeta asked, “What Pod?”

 

“You mean you didn't know? It was all over the news. Anyway, that's the truth.”

 

“I see, so you're running around with that fool of a Kakorot stealing things. That's fine, what do I care what you do in your spare time.” He sounded a little pissed. “This creature was not only threatening to kill our familiy,” he continued, “but Kakorot as well. Now you tell me why that doesn't surprise you, coz if you don't I'll find out for myself!”

 

“Vegeta, this does surprise me. A lot actually! But now that that creature's dead, there's nothing to worry about, right? I mean how many times have we had people trying to kill Goku? Countless! Why are you acting so emotional about it?!”

 

“EMOTIONAL?!” he yelled but Bulma held her slim hand up to shut him up.

 

She was wasting time. Vegeta was too stunned to do anything. She had to ask chibi Goten and Trunks about these creatures. Goku gave clear instructions and Bulma knew better then to ignore his judgement.

 

Ignoring Vegeta's angry glares she stomped over to her father and asked him for the Dragon Radar. He smiled at her warmly and put his hands in his lab coat. Then he revealed Dragon Radar and she gleamed in appreciation. She kissed him on the cheek and pressed another one on her mother's before she rushed back to her helicopter.

 

Vegeta could not contain his anger. Ohh, how he wanted to kill her for that! He took a deep breath and then looked at his woman.

 

He had this strange feeling. Call it instinct, but Vegeta would be damned if he ignored what his mind was telling him. Something terrible was about to happen, however, no matter how frustrating it was, he wasn't going to push her for it. When that Gobanian told him what he'd do to Bulma and Trunks… for a second he was worried. Why, for a second, he thought he'd never see them again. It was rubbish if coarse, because as soon as his instincts kicked in, the Gobanian died. But still… what if this was the… end?

 

“Bulma!” he called after her. She paused and looked up just as she was about strap herself in. “That contraption you call a vehicle is the slowest piece of junk I've ever seen. Let me take you to the Dragon Balls.”

 

Bulma smiled in appreciation.

 

 

****

 

“Gah…!” Trunks wheezed. Dende was concentrating very hard to heal Trunks, his hands shimmered a bright yellow over Trunks' wound. Goten landed a few seconds later, a senzu bean in his hands. He leaned close to Trunks and placed it between his lips.

 

“Come on buddy! Chew… chew… that's it! Now swallow!”

 

A large gulp and he swallowed the beans' shreds. He gasped as the senzu started taking effect on his aching body. The first to heal completely were his sweat gleaming arms, but the wound on the left side of his gut was still bleeding onto the white tiles. It throbbed like hell. Mr. Popo's little rushing feet made their way to Trunks, bandages held tightly in his chubby hands. He quickly sat down on his knees and with the help of Goten carefully began to wrap Trunks' wound.

 

When they were done, Trunks looked up with hazy eyes at the three people staring anxiously back down at him. He gave them a grin.

 

“I'm… just going to take a little nap now…” he said, his eyes slowly drifting shut. However, Goten kept him awake. He firmly explained that they had a “situation” and it was important that they go to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Trunks groaned reluctantly, mumbling `why's' and `just five more minutes…' Smiling, Goten and Mr. Popo each held him up by the arms.

 

“There's a spare gi in one of the rooms Goten! I'm sure Trunks would rather train in that!” Dende explained looking at what was left of Trunks' muddy and blood stained shirt.

 

Goten nodded.

 

As they held him up Trunks noticed two small figures,

 

“Who…” he stuttered, “I can't…”

 

The small silhouettes were like watery paint in his blurred vision that was the canvas. He had an odd feeling, like he'd met them somewhere before, but before he could inquire any more the three of them had reached the staircase and walked towards the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

 

Gohan watched as they slowly dragged the purple-haired Saiyan away and out of sight. Once he was sure they didn't need his help anymore he took a deep breath. Over his shoulder he watched Dende healing Tilo. No help needed there either.

 

He walked towards the rim of the Lookout, behind him the palm trees swayed wildly in the insane weather that seemed to have engulfed most of the planet.

 

“My dad needs my help,” he said, “I'll see you guy's later.”

 

Chibi Trunks and Goten nodded.

 

“Please be careful Gohan!” Dende called and Gohan gave a thumbs-up. He gave the children one last nod before diving down to the Earth and disappearing in the clouds, blasting off. Resolve was the last thing Dende had seen in Gohan's eyes.

 

Beneath him, under the warmth of his magic, Tilo stirred, but was having trouble resurfacing. In curiosity neither of them could contain, chibi Trunks and Goten bent their knees and stared at the young teenager.

 

“So this is Tilo,” chibi Goten said, barely able to contain himself from poking the boy.

 

“Yeah, his hair is darker then mine though,” Trunks noted and took a strand of his own hair to compare. “Hmn, see? See?”

 

Dende did all he could. It was all up to Tilo to regain consciousness. He headed over to Krillin and healed the bump on his head.

 

“Hey, why isn't he waking up Dende?” Goten pointed at Tilo concerned.

 

Tall and lean, Dende watched carefully as the young Saiyan lay there very still, the eyes beneath his lids quivering slightly. All seemed fine, until Tilo suddenly seemed to be struggling and wrestling with his mind. His breathing quickened. His chest rose up and down in succession to his quick loud, breaths. Then he suddenly calmed down, his breath returned to normal.

 

“Come on Tilo,” Dende pleaded and clenched his fists, “Wake up…”

 

 

 

“Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Good. Do you know what my name is?”

 

“Can't say I do… I also can't really tell where I am… It's really dark…”

 

His voice echoed in the vacuum. He felt the pain in his head slowly drain away… It was also really warm despite the emptiness surrounding him.

 

He suddenly saw something flicker in the dark above him. Tilo extended his arms and spread his fingers to reach for the light. But it was too far… Way too far…

 

“Tilo,” the voice said, “Promise me… promise me you'll never forget…”

 

“Forget? Forget what? Hey! Hey, what the hell's happening?!”

 

Tilo fell to his knees and before he could catch himself sunk into what seemed to be muck. He seeped completely through and he flapped his arms as though trying to catch himself. Invisible spiders crawled on his skin. `Yeah, I'm scared,' he admitted, `I won't lie… what…' he trailed off. He was floating, with no bottom or top, left or right. Below him something was twinkling, then came more twinkling… until he realised they were stars and the colours of space surrounded him: Planets and swirling galaxies, a meteor, a sun and the pinkish, bluish-hue of space. The most striking to him was a huge purple planet. He stared at its sheer size.

 

“Hey, Dende! I think he's coming to!”

 

Tilo's eyes fluttered open, his palms sweaty. What was happening? Where was he?!

 

“Ha ha ha!” came a familiar voice laughing in glee, “I'm glad you're ok!”

 

“Dende!” Tilo answered slightly breathless, “Where's Scar? OH NO! Where's my father?!”

 

“He's fine, he's just taking a rest right now,” Dende said, “Scar unfortunately is still alive. He's fighting Goku and Gohan now.”

 

“WHAT?!”

 

Tilo jumped to his feet, hardly noticing Chibi Trunks and Goten. The two children looked up at him curiously, though chibi Trunks was more speculative. His eyebrow rose all the way up and disappeared behind a curtain of purple hair.

 

“I have to help them! How long was I out cold? God, I can't believe I lost so much energy! Hey, what are you two staring… at…”

 

Tilo's eyes widened and his mouth was slightly agape. He didn't understand. No way did he understand. He'd seen photographs before at Bulma's house, but there was no way! It was not possible!

 

“What the hell… who are these two?”

 

“That's no way to speak to us!” Trunks said and Goten gave Tilo an angry glare too.

 

“Well, I guess there's some explaining to do,” Dende looked at chibi Trunks and Goten and asked Tilo to sit down. Tilo wouldn't take his eyes off the pair and just kept glaring.

 

“These two, have gone through a horrifying journey just to come here and warn us about the future; a future where apparently the odds are greatly against us. This is Trunks and Goten: from the future.”

 

“…” was Trunks reaction. When it finally sunk in, he blurted loudly, “Are you serious?! Woah, so this is what my dad looked like! Hi dad! This is so freaky!”

 

“You're not related to me…” Trunks sneered, “I don't like you!”

 

Tilo's eyebrow twitched in annoyance, “What?! You don't like me?! You brat!”

 

“Gentlemen, calm yourselves, please!” It was times like this when Dende wondered why he was still Kami. Taking care of three children was more then he deserved right now. He called once again for silence when he didn't receive it the first time and took a deep breath.

 

“Allow me to explain what Tilo deserves to hear.”

 

With that, Dende began to retell the bleak future. As soon as he had finished, Tilo rubbed his head then his eyes.

 

Wait.

 

What?

 

He could hardly believe what Dende had told him. Up to now, his life had been “normal” compared to this.

 

Normal.

 

Now something incredible was happening to him. Time travelling, he'd never seen. Maniacs, yes: he'd seen the power they possessed that had yet been undisputed. But time travelling? Never. He didn't even know it was possible.

 

Then it suddenly dawned to him… This was his chance. A chance to finally prove to his family and friends that he's not just beating up bullies and finding trouble on the streets for the sake of it. Now was his turn to be acknowledged; he was the new generation! Scar was about his age after all, who needed middle-aged Saiyans to deal with the Earth's problems? He was the new saviour!

 

With a burst of excitement he could hardly contain, Tilo got to his feet. He couldn't wait to show Scar what he was truly made of.

 

“If you go and face him now you will be a hindrance to Goku and Gohan,” Dende explained softly, “They will be more concerned about your safety then fighting at their full potential. You've tried facing Scar once; maybe you shouldn't do it again. The same result will occur.”

 

Tilo looked over his shoulder in disbelief.

 

What?

 

“You're strong, I know, but without Super Saiyan 2 I don't think you'll be able to be much help.”

 

Dende ignored the hate in Tilo's eyes and walked towards the edge of the lookout and concentrated on his planet. Once he picked up the fight, he finally managed to truly understand the severity of the problem.

 

“Goku is fighting at Super Saiyan 3” he reported, his voice slightly stuttering, “and it looks like he really has his hands full. Gohan's now at… I'm not sure… but he's not doing much… Why not I wonder…”

 

“That's because even at Mystic, he can't do anything,” King Kai appeared again. Not only his voice could be heard, but the hubbub of the crowd around him rang in their ears. It seemed the whole of the Kai planet had surrounded King Kai. His arch rival and best friend fitted his monocle comfortably back on his eye and twiddled with his antennae. From the pink sky descended several more fighters who had given up a moments training to see what all the commotion was about. King Kai shifted a little uncomfortably and yelled at a bulldozer of a man to give him some space. Finally when a circle formed around him did he continue, “Hmmm. Thank you! Yes: the battle between Goku and Scar is too intense. Gohan's simply waiting his turn. There's nothing more he can do at this point. ”

 

Dende nodded in agreement.

 

“You see Tilo? There's nothing anyone can do. The best thing is to sit here and wait for Bulma. She should be back in about an hour with the Dragon Balls. Tilo?”

 

“You want me to sit here and wait for her? I can't do that! I can't just put my ass on the floor while Goku and Gohan are fighting! I don't know about you but I don't want to be a useless bystander. I'm going! ”

 

“No! Wait!” Dende cried, but it was too late; Tilo had powered up and was heading for the fight. But as soon as he did, two figures appeared before him, their arms crossed. Tilo sneered and tried to fly around them but they were faster then he expected.

 

“Jeez, you really are bad mannered. Who'd want to play with you, you keep running away! Dende said no!” Trunks yelled.

 

Trunks growled and powered up. Every time he tried to fly around them, they were one step ahead of him. To the left, they blocked him. To the right! They blocked him! He swore. He tried a dive to the Earth, but Trunks appeared there too. He went up, Goten glared back down. Tilo backed up and they paired in front of him again. They most annoying thing was, they never uncrossed their arms.

 

“For the sake of the future: Stay. Here.” Trunks said. There was no smile on his face. No childish look.

 

“Excuse me?” he asked insulted. The tone in chibi Trunks' voice had completely changed. For a moment, the 8 year old, in his rusty voice, sounded genuinely serious. Tilo wanted to laugh: an eight year old was telling him what to do!

 

But chibi Trunks had fire in his eyes.

 

“For… The… Sake… of… YOUR FUTURE,” he warned, “…. Sit. Down.”

 

Tilo for a moment considered taking him seriously, but his pride quickly got the better of him. He grinned, then snorted, and then he could no longer suppress his laughter. His voice rang through the heavens, his laughter full of bliss. When he was done, he wiped away a tear, and then took a fighting stance.

 

“In hell am I going to let you two tell me what to do!”

 

Trunks and Goten were pissed. Goten bared his teeth and let out an angry growl, his tiny fists clenched tightly in a ball. In an instant both crackled Super Saiyan. Two normal kids would have cried at an older boy laughing at them. Not these two.

 

Tilo felt no shame and aimed a fierce punch for Trunks' gut but he caught it swiftly and held the teenager's fist tightly in his tiny hand. In a blink of an eye Trunks exchanged the blow. Tilo gasped and held his aching midriff tightly. He forced his head up and looked at the pair Super Saiyans through the curtain of his purple hair. He cursed harshly.

Slowly recovering, he aimed a kick for Trunks but he flitsed away and was replaced by Goten. Goten in cute anger gave him an upper cut in the chin.

 

“Gah!” Tilo exclaimed. Like slow-motion, spit shot from his mouth in tiny droplets and disappeared into the cool air. Tilo's head jerked down and he held his chin tightly in pain. What was happening? He was underestimating them! He was being outsmarted by… children?!

 

“Do you think we don't know how to fight you moron?!” Trunks yelled, “You probably can beat us, but your head is too full of thoughts. What more, you're too darn proud to even go Super Saiyan on us stupid!”

 

Goten angrily crossed his arms. Tilo stared at them in disbelief. “We come from a future were we had to train every hour of every minute just to survive and stay alive,” Goten retorted. “A future where we are hunted down for the mistakes of our race! Do you want to live that kind of life? Ha, do ya, do ya! Stupid! Scar is at…,”

 

“80%” Trunks whispered,

 

“80%! There's a chance my daddy can win! Please Tilo, sir, please!” Goten couldn't restrain himself any longer and the tears swelled up in his eyes. They streamed down his face with every word, “My daddy's dead! He's lost and he won't come back! We can't ever bring him back! Do you want to lose your daddy?” he sniffed and sobbed, a trail of snot falling and rising from his nose.

 

Tilo slowly massaged his chin and looked at the weeping child.

 

Of coarse he didn't want to lose his father. He wouldn't want to lose anyone.

 

But how long could he sit there and do nothing?

 

 

****

 

 

The forest was peaceful. No wonder Goku and Chi Chi lived here. Even though Capsule Corp had soundproof windows, she could still hear the honking of traffic whenever she opened the balcony windows. This was amazing; Birds chirping and the sound of crickets sounded so new and refreshing to her ears. It was so long since she last went out of the city.

 

In the good old days Bulma would venture through similar woods. This one had the appeal of a crystal. It had beautiful natural paths and fresh, green tasting air. She inhaled another long breath and then released. It was mixed with the small of the coming rain.

 

Beautiful.

 

Vegeta noticed her admiration. In her hands she cradled three dragon balls. He had one in his fist and the dragon radar in the other. The blinking of the dragon ball came closer with each step.

 

“Almost there,” he said, “Bulma it's to your right,” he told her. She stopped and looked through some shrubs. Vegeta told her he would get it but she insisted she'd find it. She balanced three balls in her hands as she tried to reach for the sixth one in the bushes. She could barely see anything through the greenery and like a blind man her fingers poked the soil in search for the yellow sphere. She yelped when she touched something slimy and let the dragon balls fall to the ground in loud thumps.

 

Vegeta smirked and walked up behind her as she angrily tried to pick up her dragon balls. He stood behind her and held her waist firmly. She blushed fiercely and stood up, embracing the dragon balls against her bosom.

 

“Vegeta!” she yelled and spun her head round in annoyance. He caught her lips firmly and she let the dragon balls fall. He whirled her round and shoved her violently against a tree trunk. She gasped: did he forget about the child that was slowly developing in her? With a smooth hand Vegeta caressed Bulma's thigh let it go up her red mini dress. He cupped her bumb in his hands and grunted in her neck. Bulma tried not to let him take this any further… (but dammit, she wanted it too!). She tried to push him away, but he groaned in disapproval in her ear and weighed down on her. He sent shivers down her spine.

 

“Vegeta…” she whimpered between kisses… He backed off but not to stop. Quicky he discarded his shirt and began his love-assault again. Her fingers trailed over his muscular chest….

 

****

 

Pulla wiped a sweat drop from her forehead and admired her work. Yup, this was great. She tucked a blond strand behind her ear and asked for a wrench. She began to tightly fasten a large bolt in place. The space ship was the newest model that she and a whole other team of people designed under Capsule Corp's space flight division in East City. It was nearly finished, just the final touches had to be made. On Friday it would go for a test drive and finally, after all the inspections, it would go for 7,000,000 Zennie. The man beside her had a little bit of grease on his coat and stood up sighing.

 

“I'm off Pulla, you should go too,” he said, “It's getting late. I don't think we're getting paid extra for this.” He slouched towards the mechanical doors, a grey jacket over his shoulder and she heard him pat another man on the back. Then she heard the mechanical doors whiz open and he was gone. Pulla pulled her sleeve and checked her watch: it was about five thirty in the afternoon.

 

“What, already?!” she said to no one in particular.

 

She stood up and stretched, deciding that she had probably worked over time. Unlike Ben, the guy that just left, she was supposed to be buying groceries this time of day. Kami knows what two hungry Saiyans would do to her. She'd never hear the end of it.

 

Besides, all this bright, artificial white-light and stale air was killing her. It was time to leave. Thank goodness Trunks decided to move to some place calm and natural. Sometimes too much machinery did things to people. She was thinking particularly about Fred, pale and fat with a small red moustache, but an absolute genius. He was still here as well, she noticed, forcing a large burger in his mouth and chewing it down. There was ramen too, steaming hot and scrumptious, over some papers on his desk. He caught her looking at him and smiled at her, waving friendly. She smiled back warmly and giggled at his lumberness as he tried to fit through several desks to get to the exit. He picked up his tiny black leather suitcase and pressed a button to open the mechanical doors.

 

“Don't forget to switch off the lights when you leave Pulla!” he said, and he too disappeared.

 

After Pulla made sure she could no longer hear him, she ran around the large space craft and came to its doors. She entered the code and stepped in.

 

It was a beauty. The Capsule Corp Logo was embedded proud and large on either side of Spaceship's. It had more then two sharp wings, this thing was built for speed and luxury. The design was amazing: she gave her respect to whoever could have concocted such an elegant model. It was about the size of a football field, the engines were enormous! She traced her fingers over the reddish metal and nearly shivered at its appeal. The light from the work-dome wasn't enough to lighten up the space in this huge vehicle. Whoever got the chance to travel would be very lucky indeed.

 

What more fly it?

 

Pulla, feeling very excited at the thought of flying this thing, ran over to the main deck, passing through several electric whizzing doors until she finally reached the best part of the space ship. Slowly and carefully, she sat on the leather seat.

 

“Ahh, yes” she immediately felt comfortable. Once she savoured the mere thought of sitting in the driver's seat she stretched her fingertips and held the steering firmly. No video game that she watched kids play could match the speed that this thing could fly at. Earth was definitely advancing foreword in their technology, much more then 10 years ago. She imagined herself racing through the clouds like all those years ago, though that little machine couldn't compare to this. What a fright she got when she crashed into a purple haired Saiyan on his way to the World Tournament. Her ship (the first one she ever got) had bounced back and she rubbed her aching forehead. When she opened her eyes she suddenly realised that the young man was still alive… and he was flying!

 

After that he invited her to the World Martial Arts tournament and implied that he'd take her on a date after the competition had finished. She never felt so happy in her life and told him she was looking foreword to it.

 

That was of course, how she had met Trunks.

 

The bastard got her pregnant a year later and she had to stop flying for a while.

 

Pulla sighed and let her hand fall softly on her laps. Well, she couldn't complain. She didn't have time to be flying rusty machines anyway. Trunks took her flying occasionally anyway, why would she want a machine when she had her gorgeous husband to fly her around the world?

 

Suddenly she heard the beeping of one of the key pads outside. The doors opened. She held her breath and decided to duck and hide, but it was too late for that. They had caught her. Pulla held her breath, and under closer inspection, realised who it was…

 

 

****

 

 

The fight had raged for more then an hour. Through the fierceness of the battle, Goku had gone Super Saiyan 3. The landscape had several craters and holes through mountains that it began to look like Swiss cheese. Through the clouds above was little sunlight and rain, though a lot of lightning and thunder. Goku couldn't tell what time it was, but he suspected that if this fight continued on through the night… He'd miss his supper!

 

Gohan meanwhile stood upright on a mountain a little off from the battle field. The little bit of rain pittered and pattered on his large glasses as he watched the fight intently. A large gust came his way and pushed the rim of his glasses back on his.

 

He watched.

 

“What is it you want with us?!” Goku yelled through the wind, “We've done nothing to you! This fight isn't just to test your skill is it?”

 

Gohan sighed. Of coarse it wasn't to test his skill. From the beginning, when he saw what little chance he gave Trunks, Krillin and Tilo, Gohan knew that this man wasn't fighting to test his skill or gain acknowledgement for someone else. What Scar wanted...? Well, it was a guess of course. Because of his uncertainty though, Gohan didn't want to mention it.

 

“Fool. I don't expect you to know. You've been living on this mud ball your entire life. Your race has done everything to me!” he pointed fiercely. He slowly let his hand fall and calmed himself enough to let his power get the better of him. There was a possibility he could lose this fight to that cur if he didn't depend on some rational thinking. Besides, it was unlike him to show too much emotion to the enemy.

 

“I am here to rid the universe of the Saiyans once and for all,” he said, his head slowly going up, their eyes levelling. “And I'm not the only one. Several others are here to kill you. Like me, we've been given enough power to destroy you. But it looks like I'll be the only one to destroy you. I'll kill you again and again until there is no way you can come back.”

 

“I see you've done your research. You know I've died and you know that I've never made any other place my home except for the Earth. Which, by the way, isn't a mud ball. So… should I be flattered or scared that you know so much about me?”

 

Scar had absolutely no emotion on his face. For an eighteen year old, it seemed he learnt more emotional control then most adults ever would, “If it wasn't for you the hybrid would be dead,” he said, “But it looks like the producer of all filth has to die first. Don't worry, when your dead and erased from existence along with the other Saiyan and hybrids on this planet, I'll make sure your mates will die only once…”

 

Goku took a fighting stance and the Earth began to rumble beneath him. Rocks and debris shook and shattered, “What does Chi Chi have to do with this?!”

 

“Nothing. I just feel like killing all your bonds. Saiyan,” he replied.

 

Goku suddenly jerked forward and sent a kick hurtling to the man's face.

 

“You…” he growled, but Scar caught Goku's foot in his palm. “You have a lot to learn.” Scar said, his voice seeping with malice.

 

Goku quickly released himself from the young man's grip and landed a little further off. The tightness that Scar held him by the foot was like a vice. It stung badly; Goku was surprised his bones hadn't broken. He looked up at Gohan and watched as Gohan waited for his chance.

 

“I know Gohan wanted a crack at you,” he said, “but I can't let you walk this Earth until you change your ways!” He placed his palms to his side. He knew he was at the last few drops of his strength, but he couldn't let Scar touch anyone on this planet. This last blow should do it- not kill Scar, but enough to knock him out.

 

He took a deep breath.

 

“KA…MEEE… HA…MEEE….”

 

Scar stared.

 

“HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

 

“Don't be a fool! You think I can't-“

 

TCHAAAK!

 

Scar was shocked. The energy wave was enormous. His hands strained to block the blast. He felt the blast heat up against his palms and syringe his fingers. “AAHHH!!” He cried as he slowly lost control of the block. Goku was pushing Scar's feet further and further into the ground.

 

TSEEEEEEEEEEEWWW!!!

 

Scar ducked but as a result lost his entire right arm. He stood and stared at the blood seeping from his shoulder.

 

“W…w… h..how?!”

 

“Oops…ha… ha… Sorry!” Goku apologised, a sweat dropped from his temple and he wiped it away. He fell to his knees and swore. He was at the last of his strength! He looked up and rubbed the back of his head, “I didn't mean to do that much damage! Ehhh… I actually wanted to fight you a bit more!”

 

Scar slowly raised his head, his face etched in pain as he tried to restrain the loss of his arm. But it was obvious how much pain and fury Scar was in. His left arm held his stump firmly as the blood stained his hands and fell in large pools on the ground.

 

“For that… I'll kill you… and your wife… 100 times… again and again…”

 

Goku tried to brace himself, but Scar was too fast!

 

BAF!!

 

Goku was hit into the ground with Scar's foot and coughed up blood. He howled in pain before another kick was dealt to the gut and Goku held it firmly. Blood rained down Goku's face from what was left of Scar's right chest. Scar was about to crush Goku's brains out when Gohan finally jumped in and gave an enormous whack into Scar's face. Scar stumbled away from the Saiyan, but Gohan didn't stop there. He began a full punching assault to Scar's face, not giving Scar a single chance to block.

 

WHAM WHAM WHAM!!

 

Scar quickly moved. He backflipped a kick into Gohan's chin and knocked him off his feet.

 

Scar panted heavily and for a moment, and held his face trying to massage the pain. His vision was ful of Technicolor stars. All he could smell was sweat and blood.

 

Gohan looked through hazy eyes at his enemy. His glasses… Gohan spread his left arm to find it. He quickly divided his attention from Scar to find his glasses… and to his horror, found it shattered next to him.

 

“Shit,” Gohan swore. He slowly looked back up at Scar.

 

He couldn't believe it.

 

From the bloody gash in Scar's wound, something was stirring. It was eerie and menacing and shiny and black. In an instant it burst out of Scar, though it was still slightly attached to the inside of Scar's body. The thing twirled and spasmed like it had a seizure and made mechanical noises, before it came together to form a deadly looking arm. It was slightly longer then Scar's left arm, the fingers were like a bears claws. It looked like a machine, but how on Earth could a machine do something like that? There was definitely something organic about it: silver-ringed coils that protruded here and there in the machinery were throbbing rhythmically like they were veins.

 

The sweat from Scar's face dripped onto the soil as he panted heavily, his chest rising up and down. His body shuddered in pain, the heated throbbing in his body killing him, until the pain slowly lessened and he could breathe normally again. He didn't know the transition would be so painful. Scar slowly traced his fingers over his new, ugly arm and felt the indescribable feeling of machine and being fused together. Was his spirit in this thing, or did it run solely on mechanical impulse? He tried to raise it, and for a second he thought the thing wouldn't, but thankfully it did. The blood still dripped where the machine covered half of his chest, his clothes completely stained.

 

But what the hell did he care.

 

He looked at Gohan and without a second of remorse grabbed him by the throat. He then shoved him in the ground. He stepped towards him and using his new arm crushed Gohan's left leg.

 

“GYAAAA!” his bones were shattered and the blood splattered all over. Gohan cried out and tried to reach for his leg. His vision was worse then blurred. He thought he was going to faint from the pain. He looked up and readied himself for the final blow from Scar. But from behind Scar… there was someone, flying towards them at full speed.

 

Wait. No.

 

Tilo in Super Saiyan kicked Scar way away from Gohan.

 

 

 

****

 

Tilo had never seen so much blood. Oh Kami, it was gruesome and frightening, and he knew that he'd have nightmares about it for the rest of his life. Tilo felt his body freeze in fear. He thought he was going to gag. So this was Scar's power. Would he do that to him too? Oh no… Hell no…

 

Scar jumped up, unscathed from Tilo's kick. He looked at Tilo and nearly smiled.

 

“Well well,” and without a second left for Tilo to think, Scar grabbed him with his left arm. Tilo chocked under the enormous pressure. “Let's finish this quickly,” Scar said, “No more games.”

 

He cocked his mecha-arm backward aiming for Tilo's gut, the black metal gleaming in the light. Tilo suddenly realised what was about to happen and yelled in desperation. He didn't want to die! It wasn't supposed to be this way! He was the son of Trunks! The grandson of a warrior prince! No way did he want to die now!

 

Tseeeew!!

 

A ki blast from Goku. Scar jerked back and held his mechanical arm. Yeah, he felt that. Tilo fell on his butt and grabbed his neck, panting for precious air, tears streaming down his face. He was still alive! Scar tilted his head slightly and in disbelief saw that Goku still had enough energy to raise his head. But it looked like he wasn't Super Saiyan 3 anymore.

 

That was it. He had to have listened to chibi Trunks and Goten, but he didn't realise he was so outmatched! They needed help now, the Son's were on the verge of death. He knew he would hate himself for this but… but he was too young to die! He couldn't do this!

 

“What the hell was I thinking?!” Tilo whispered.

 

He turned around and ran for it. He leaped into the air, the wind cutting his cheeks. His heart pounded in his heart and ears. It was like a nightmare where the evil thing was right behind you and your feet where like lead. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't get very far. He looked back once and to his relief, Scar wasn't following him. He had to warn everyone. Picollo, Goten and his father! They had to end this! Tilo literally sped away.

 

“Thank goodness…” Goku sighed in relief, “He got away…” He put his head down and clenched the dirt. He wasn't sure what to do now… What move could he do, he barely had any energy for Instant Transmission! And would Scar attack Gohan first? He didn't want to hear his son's screams again. For a while, it seemed like the time had stopped. When Scar did nothing, Goku raised his aching head. He saw Scar stare into the distance, the very same direction Tilo had gone.

 

“Wonder where he's heading….” Scar said and watched Goku for a reaction.

 

Goku's eyes widened in disbelief.

 

Scar smiled.

 

“What? Wait, NO!” he extended his hands as if to grab Scar and pull him back to him. But Scar knew what he was doing. “This isn't over Goku,” he promised, and then he too leaped into the air.

 

“Shit!” Goku clenched his fists, “Dende, Trunks and Goten are there! If he kills them… Son,”

 

Gohan slowly raised his body. He tore his shirt off and bandaged his leg; every knot sent a wave of scorching pain through his body.

 

“Don't worry Dad, I'll stop him,” Goten promised, “You just regain that energy. Of all people, we can't afford to lose you.”

 

 

****

 

 

“Me no like clouds! Me think clouds are baaad!” Fat Buu exclaimed, a yellow gloved hand pointing at the sky. Mr. Satan poked his head out too and instantly he felt the cutting cold of the wind. Rain droplets patted his face and he instantly retracted his head back in the house. Behind him, stood the figure of an anxious woman on his hand woven rug; “Dad,” she said, “I tried calling Gohan, but he won't pick up. You don't think…”

 

“Gohan?” Buu repeated, “Gohan fighting! Me feel Gohan's level!!”

 

“Wh-at?!” she cried. She quickly turned, grabbed her things and slammed the door behind her.

 

Mr. Satan watched her leave. “Hmmm… Isn't love great?” he asked Buu who responded with a “huh?” Mr. Satan took one last look at the weather then switched on the T.V for Buu's favourite show.

 

“There you go boy!” he exclaimed and went off to train for another match.

 

Videl meanwhile had revealed a capsule from her handbag and threw it on the floor. A puff of smoke and a moment later a couple's hover ship stood waiting for her. She jumped in and strapped herself in. When she got the thing in the sky she realised that there was no way she could find Gohan. She never exactly learnt how to detect power levels… She paused in midair and thought. Who exactly would know? If Gohan was fighting, that meant that all the other Z-Warriors were there too. Her best bet to find Gohan would be to go to the lookout. But she hadn't been there in years how on Earth would she get there? She knew one person who might not be too happy to take her there, but it was highly likely that Goku was fighting there too. He and Gohan did promise not to fight monsters like Buu anymore. She had to remind him of his promise.

 

Videl turned around and headed for Chi Chi's place…

 

****

To affect of the fight, the clouds began to lose their eerie darkness and finally the Earth seemed to lighten up. It seemed that now that the fight was temporarily on halt, so was the bitter cold and frightening thunder.

 

Way above the main array of clouds, much higher then the eye could see, was an envelope covering the Earth with beautiful fluffy clouds like a sea. These clouds were bathed in the warm orange light of the slowly setting sun in the afternoon. If one looked close enough, they could already see the first few twinkling signs of stars in a part of the sky.

 

But from this serene and magical place, was a boy with purple hair, racing against time to save his friends.

 

Tilo stumbled and fell onto the lookout. He panted as he ran past Dende and the chibi's into the direction of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He knew a shortcut: he would get there quick and warn Goten and his father. But just as he was about to make a small plane crash-landed in front of him, dust and tiles flew in the air. When the dust settled Tilo lowered his arm and saw two women jump from the driver's seat: Videl and Chi Chi.

 

Both women wiped their clothes from the dust and Videl planted her hands on her hips.

 

“Thanks Chi Chi! I never would have found this place without you, it's been years! Now where's Gohan?”

 

Chi Chi spotted Dende and immediately stomped her way towards him. She was about to point her finger at him and ask, “Where's my husband?!” when two things caught her eye. Both sent shivers down her spine.

 

The first, was the pair to her right: in her astonishment, it was her Goten and his best friend Trunks. Next to them was a pod like contraption. But how was this possible? How could these children be here?

 

The second thing was the large shadow that enveloped her body. She slowly looked up.

 

It was Scar.

 

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A.N: Sigh… It was really hard for me to write Tilo running away from a battle, but it had to be done! Don't worry, after x number of gruesomeness and more gruesomeness, it will all work out. I promise. Or will it? (dum dum dum dum!!!)

 

Part One is almost coming at an end! I hope you're all enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing this! Please find the time to leave me review and tell me what you honestly think. Constructive criticism really helps. Thank you!

 

Hope you're all looking forward to the next chapter!