Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunted Saiyans ❯ Part 2: Chapter 4: A Wish ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 4

A Wish

 

 

Gohan stared at the Dragon and cleared his throat. He had to be loud or he wouldn't be heard. He took a deep breath: it was now or never.

 

“Please, oh mighty Porunga! We ask that you bring Goku back to life and return him to us!”

 

There was a moment of silence as the dragon grumbled. His jaw moved agitatedly as light slowly went on and off in his eyes. Everybody held their breath. Gohan could feel the sweat in his palms. Wind rustled as the Nameks looked on, `Please… please…' Gohan thought, begging, `Let him come back! Come back!' Picollo watched. Any moment now, Goku's body and soul would appear before them and they'd have a chance of victory. Even Vegeta had realised the scope of the situation. The proud prince would not disagree to a fusion. Picollo gazed back up at the dragon.

 

Was it just him, or did this seem to take forever?

 

“It cannot be done!”

 

“What?!” everybody gasped and stared, jaws dropping to the floor. Vegeta's eyes widened at the sudden news. His hands fell and for a moment, he was speechless. But then the beast within him pulled at its chains, “What?! What do you mean Kakorot come back?! Are you fuckin' telling me he doesn't want to?!”

 

“No, no, that can't be it,” Goten said, trying to calm the prince down, “Gohan, Dad wouldn't want to stay in heaven would he? Gohan?”

 

THUMP!

 

Gohan fell to his knees, his eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at his palms. Behind him Chi Chi stared at her son's reaction.

 

“This… this can't be… No…” Gohan mumbled, “Why won't he come back? Un… unless he knows the situation is hopeless…”

 

“NEVER!” Goten yelled, “How can you even think that?! Are you an idiot?! He'd never do that!”

 

“I am growing impatient! Name your first wish and it shall be done!”

 

“I want my husband back!!” Chi Chi suddenly cried and pointed up at Porunga, “You hear me?!”

 

“It cannot be done!”

 

Tilo stepped from behind the group, “Let me make a wish,” he said, ignoring Vegeta's sudden growl at the very idea as he spat, “What?! No, you'll just screw everything up!”

 

“Vegeta!” Bulma gasped. Tilo continued, “Father,” he said as he stepped towards Trunks, “Please, trust me. This wish will help us! We don't need Goku. He's made it perfectly clear that Earth is no longer his business.”

 

Chi Chi sneered, “How dare you!”

 

Trunks sighed. Trust Tilo? That was getting harder by the day. They have a chance now to make a wish, a good wish that could make all the difference to their victory… or should they wait for six months before coming back with a wish? No, that would be foolish; they'd be dead before that time! Can Goku not come back because of the Earth? No, that doesn't make sense either; the Earth is there, just bare and ugly. Agh, forget about trying to revive Goku, Tilo's right, he won't come back this time. They should ask the dragon about the Voice if it's in his power to.

 

“Father?”

 

Trunks suddenly snapped back to reality and looked back at his son, surprised to see his son waiting patiently for him.

 

“gggGGRRRRRR!!!!” Porunga roared as the heavens rumbled. Pulla and Videl squeaked a little and Videl snapped, “Make a wish already!!!”

 

“I want to revive Gohan's leg… Trust me on this one Dad… please.”

 

“What? Why would you-”

 

“He can perform the fusion dance with Grandpa!”

 

“Impossible!” Vegeta interrupted, Tilo forgetting that Saiyans and Nameks had super-good hearing, “Our power level is unequal. Gohan stopped training for years! Our power is too unbalanced!”

 

“But… what about Mystic?”

 

Gohan looked up, “What about it?”

 

“Gohan… if you turn Mystic… isn't that about as equal as Granpa's Super Saiyan 2? I know it's a long shot… but I know Grandpa's been training for years… he could…”

 

Gohan thought for a while and then looked at his leg, hating the fact that he couldn't feel anything. “Perhaps,” he finally said, “Yes! I think it might work!”

 

Goten jumped up in the air with glee, “Yeah! And then we'd have Gotenks, Chibi Gotenks,” he looked at the chibi's and they laughed in excitement, “And… uh, what do we call this new fusion? Vegohan? No, what about Gohageta?” Vegeta cringed at the thought and growled loudly, Bulma smiling slightly.

 

“Or-”

 

“Or how about Gogeta?” an unfamiliar voice suggested.

 

“Nah, we already know that one!” Chibi Goten said before suddenly realising whom the voice belonged to. He and Chibi Trunks quickly took a fighting stance. From a crowd of frightened, parting Nameks, a man with blood-red, spiky hair and his gang strode towards Earth's survivors. They all wore black armour, perfectly matching their black hair. They laughed evilly, the only woman in the group a little more excited then the others as her hips swayed lusciously with each step.

 

“No… it can't be… not here…” Chibi Trunks shook as he stepped back, “I didn't think we'd meet him yet! Everything is happening…”

 

“-to soon…” Chibi Goten finished.

 

“Well well,” Strife said as he parted from his men, “I've never heard of a dragon that grants wishes! This is interesting news!”

 

Gohan got to his feet, “Who are you?”

 

“I'm a hunter. You're my prey…” his fangs glistened.

 

“You're responsible for all this?! Bastard, I'LL-”

 

“Me? No, I wish I was as intelligent as my master, but I am merely his warrior. This,” he pointed behind him, “is my army. And we are here for some fun…”

 

Vegeta suddenly powered up, followed by Trunks and Goten, their ki dancing around their bodies, fire in their eyes, “Bring it on!” Trunks smiled.

 

The female's eyes suddenly widened at the sound of Trunks' voice and jumped for him, tackling him to the floor, but Trunks, although surprised, managed to kick her off him. The rest soon followed, their opponents picked in a split of a second, Yashamaru attacking Tilo and immediately causing him to skid over the Earth and into the water. Yashamaru followed.

 

“Wait,” Gohan called as he watched everybody fight their opponents so suddenly, “Don't harm Shenron!” Strife remained, the red-head chuckling in amusement, “Yeah,” he said, “I want to make a wish…”

 

Gohan gave Strife the coldest glare he could manage and didn't notice a violent force head towards him from behind. She knocked him down, her waist firmly planted on his back. Gohan tried to lift his head but the woman shoved it back in the dirt violently.

 

“Hey!” Videl shouted in the midst of all the fighting, noticing that the female was a little too “nice” to her husband, but Bulma pulled her back under the ship where all four women lay on their bellies. “You could probably do a decent job killing her if she were human, but looking at these things, you can tell… ” she trailed off.

 

Back where Gohan lay, the woman ran her hands over Gohan's leg, “Hmmm… this one has a fake leg…” she laughed and grabbed it sadistically, “I could do whatever I wanted with you if you were broken…”

 

“That's… what you think…” Gohan managed to say with a bloody nose.

 

She laughed sadistically as Gohan tried to shove her of his back. He was caught off guard and the wind was knocked out of him.

 

“What's wrong boy? Too much woman for you?” she started laughing hysterically again while bouncing up and down. In the middle of all the maddening laughter, Gohan heard the reassuring voice of Piccolo.

 

“Gohan, I'm sorry to say this but you're going to have to hold her off for a while. I took the liberty of scanning the levels and she is too much for us both. I'm charging my Special Beam Cannon to its maximum, so hang in there!”

 

`Easier said than done,' Gohan thought privately to himself `O.K., I need to get her mad…' he gulped, `but how?' Rummaging in the back of his mind he thought about all the things that would make his enemies angry, but all that came up in his mind were images of huge hulking men either to stupid to react, or just wouldn't care.

 

Suddenly, five searing shots of pain went through his back as he felt his warm blood trickle to the ground.

 

“What's wrong honey? Not enjoying my little back massage?” she continued stabbing her nails into his back, enjoying his screams of agony.

 

“Y… you bitch,” Gohan said through gritted teeth when she started to scratch his flesh out from the shoulders, to his lower back. A hand grabbed his head and banged it into the ground. Gohan screamed in pain. She continued grinding his face in the rubble until she heard the satisfying sound of a nose breaking and the shaking of the young Saiyan's fists as he fought back another scream.

 

“Fucking hybrid! If you don't learn to respect woman soon I'll…” but her voiced trailed off as Gohan knew what was necessary to get her off him.

 

“Gohan, I'm ready. Get away from her!” Piccolo yelled mentally.

 

Normally Gohan would never do this, but it was an emergency. He just prayed nobody would hear him.

 

`Here goes nothing' he sighed, gathered all his energy and made the cockiest smile he could, imitating Vegeta nearly to perfection: “Ha Ha Ha! What woman? The only thing I can see from this point of view are those monstrously huge hips and thighs of yours!”

 

That definitely did the job. And the rise in her ki definitely indicated playtime was over. But while she tried to recover herself Gohan shot into the air with her on his back and went Super Saiyan 2. He turned with his head facing the ground and grabbed her around the neck with his legs. He then sped towards the land at full speed. Right before he reached the ground he unlocked himself and drove her head into the solid rocks beneath. He shot back into the sky and watched a huge gust of wind erupt, followed by a corkscrew beam from Picollo that hit her point blanc in the torso. An even greater gust of wind and dirt bloomed on the land from impact.

 

Landing a short distance away, Gohan dropped on one knee and started to pant. Shaking it off he grabbed his nose and put it back in place causing yet another pang of pain. Piccolo joined him shortly afterwards, standing next to him, “Well done Gohan, I think that should have done it.”

 

But Gohan didn't hear. There was something wrong: terribly wrong.

 

“No… It can't be… She must be dead…” his voice trembled slightly.

 

Piccolo looked from Gohan to the silent silhouette of the upside-down woman hidden in the smoke. He felt like he got a heart attack. Not only was the power going increasingly up, and nowhere near stopping, but her motions were enough to strike fear: slowly her knees touched the ground… her palms slowly touched the soil, her fingernails shockingly looked more like talons than anything else. She quickly pulled her head out of the ground and Gohan and Picollo watched her horrifying silhouette crouch and then slowly get up as though from the dead.

 

The dust finally cleared and Gohan felt something jump in his throat. Her cheek and part of her right eye were scraped off and bloody. But that wasn't all. Even with blurry eyes Gohan had recognised the black machine in her face. The same Scar appeared to have in his body. Blood seeped through the machine and her skin.

 

There was no sign of laughter or playfulness anymore, nor any excitement or enthusiasm. The air around her was tinted with death.

 

Meanwhile Strife smiled and looked up at the Dragon who looked back down, his face passive. The Dragon after all, was not biased… “A wish huh?” Strife smiled. Porunga was expressionless.

 

***

 

Black ki blazed around the casual twins as they powered up, their eyes locked on Chibi Trunks and Goten. Chibi Trunks and Goten braced themselves and looked at each other for a second, “Tsuka and Tsuba*,” Chibi Trunks spat with burning hatred, remembering their life long enemies from their own timeline, the horrors and cruelty that the twins possessed gave Chibi Trunks shivers up his spine. Goten nodded.

 

“AAAAHH!” the Saiyans each clenched their fists as their hair slowly rose, their ki a bright yellow and pushing the black ki back. The twins smiled and then laughed at their attempt, their voices sinister and cutting with evil. Their ki rose higher and then slowly fused as one, creating a horrible black flame, pushing chibi Goten and Trunks back. A cut painted itself across Goten's arm and the child flinched,

 

“Trunks! I'm scared!”

 

“No Goten, their just bullies! Come on, try harder!!”

 

Goten could feel the tears sting his eyes. He nodded, watching Trunks push further and further, and he shut his eyes tight and cried out. Suddenly their ki outgrew the twin's evil whirlpool and Trunks cracked up in victory, “HA HA! Yes! You like that assho-”

 

BAF!!

 

Punched in the face, blood shooting from his nose, Chibi Trunks' ki tumbled a few feet away. Blood dripped down his lips and he grabbed his face in pain, his ki now a dead flame. The twin came closer, “Ha Ha Ha ha!” he laughed, “So weak! Enough games…”

 

He raised his foot. It was aimed for Trunks' head. It came down, Trunks' head inches away from being crushed - but he missed! Trunks quickly stumbled to his feet, “Stupid!” the young Saiyan spat and looked at Goten quickly. He was losing the battle of the ki - the younger twin clearly shrouding Goten in his power. All across Goten's arms cuts swiped from the force and his blood dripped to the floor. Tsuba laughed deeply.

 

“Ahhn!” Goten whined.

 

Bulma shrieked. Underneath the NS 5000, the women were getting bombarded by rocks and sand, their hair ruffling furiously in the wind.

 

“TRUNKS!” Goten called, “We… ow! We have to fuse!”

 

“YEAH, but not here! It's too crowded! Come on buddy, get outta there! He's tearing you apart!”

 

Goten nodded. His jaw tight, the young Saiyan suddenly jumped sideways and then into the sky, managing to get one more scratch on his right leg. Trunks looked at Goten with pity, “Don't worry,” Trunks smiled, “Those cuts will disappear when we fuse!”

 

“Yeah…”

 

They looked down at the twins. Together they stuck their tongues out. The twins growled, “You're going to die!” the demonic voices replied angrily and flew after them, mini craters blasting open as they left the ground. Goten and Trunks scrammed as fast as they could, far away from the dragon and NS 5000.

 

Meanwhile, Vegeta felt like he was being crushed by a million planets. His opponent just had to be a hulk - the man laughed sadistically as he fell onto the prince again and again. He grabbed Vegeta's hair and uprooted him from the ground. “Hmn hmn hmn!” he smiled into Vegeta's face then ran an unfathomable distance, jumping over Namek's islands, and then stopping suddenly. He then effortlessly threw the prince into a mountain and like a child, his lummox voice shouted, “KILL! KILL! Ha ha ha!”

 

Was Vegeta dead? No: the planet rumbled; the mountain shattered into a million pieces.

 

Crackling with golden, electrifying ki, the Super Saiyan slowly wiped the blood off his chin. Suddenly, he cried into the heavens in rage. The fat warrior stopped jumping and stuck his thumb in his mouth, biting it slightly. He then rubbed his stubby fingers together and swept his small feet into the ground, kicking up the dust. He was getting ready for a sprint.

 

Without warning he head-butted Vegeta in the face in less then a second. Vegeta recovered quickly, ducked and punched.

 

The hulk blocked.

 

Suddenly the two were caught in a furious exchange of blows, each contact sent shockwaves, crumbling Namek's trees and rippling the planet's lakes.

 

 

***

 

Strife was as crazy as a doorbell. His sanity had long been devoured; forever a distant past that he was glad he lost, for with his sanity, Strife would never have become so strong… It showed in his eyes and in his smile - those moments when he had realised something crucially blissful to him - would he become a frightening monster on the face. But most of the time, around mostly everyone, did he wear a passive, intelligent yet happy-go-lucky visage. To Strife the world was a game, which, until the coming of the Voice, did life become truly interesting. And now that he had discovered a race strong enough to challenge him and his men, words couldn't describe his joy. He gathered the best of his race, and together they'd serve the Voice in exchange in the battle against the Saiyans - not a bad thing, if Strife said so himself. And perhaps one day, kill the Voice, and take over everything.

 

“You will make a wish?!” the Dragon grumbled.

 

“Yes, actually I will…” Strife answered looking straight up. In the corner of his eye Strife had been watching the half-breeds called Goten and Trunks strategise against him. He grinned.

 

The Saiyans suddenly attacked; a combo ready by the looks of things. Strife didn't even divide his attention. With the snap of his fingers a blinding white light shrouded the area and Goten and Trunks fell to the floor by Strife's feet: knocked out. Strife looked at them for a moment and touched their faces with his foot, casually checking if they were awake.

 

“Hmn. Good.” He looked back up at the dragon, “And now for my wish…”

 

***

 

“Gohan, I'm afraid there will be no more talking from here,” Piccolo calmly said while powering up to his maximum, throwing his cape.

 

“Yeah, you're right,” Gohan replied with a dead tone. Getting up he went to his normal state, took a few deep breaths, and then shot to his Mystic form.

 

In an instant Gohan sped forward, leaving a line of parted earth. Piccolo quickly flitsed ahead of Gohan, landing right before the female. The two were about to attack when she caught both fighters' necks in her powerful hands and started choking them. The warriors gasped for air.

 

Before she broke their necks they kicked with all there might bellow her ribs, making her release her grip enough for them to escape. Backing off they were able to breathe, but only for a second. The woman flew forward and punched Piccolo in the face, causing him fly backwards and to scrape over the ground. Before anything else, her hand appeared out of the ground and grabbed Piccolo's head. Lying out of the earth she held him tightly.

 

“You're the one who tried to put a hole in my chest, weren't you? It's time I return the favour…” she grabbed his hand and squeezed. Piccolo screamed as his purple blood burst and his hand was reduced to nothing. Next she went to his elbow and broke it backwards until his fingers touched his own shoulder. Another scream emitted. After waiting till her hearts content she finally ripped off his whole arm.

 

Gohan panicked as he watched the horrible scene and instantly charged forward, his torn and ragged clothes flapping in the air. Swinging a fist aimed at her head, she stepped away from the Namek and casually blocked it, her lips almost curling into a smile. The energy from the impact made the ground crack. Swinging wild kicks and punches, each creating new cracks below the place it had been blocked. Their pace quickly changed when she started to fight Gohan back.

 

Each block sent a painful electric shock through his nerves and every hit felt a hundred times worse then the first one. Seemingly toying with Gohan, she kept aiming for the least fatal spots of his body, simply to keep her punching-bag breathing. Gohan suddenly disappeared behind her. His hands were raised for an axe-hand attack.

 

He missed! The blow went straight through air. Gohan's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart rate was beating faster then ever. Her blurry afterimage was all he could see: how can anyone move that fast?! Such an effect in the air… it was impossible!

 

“What are you looking at, Saiyan?” the cold voice whispered into his ear.

 

A hellish red ki-beam shot straight into the dip of his back and pushed his body into the sky. It incinerated his flesh. Gohan vision was slowly fading. The beam just wouldn't stop.

 

He could not feel the pain that just a few moments ago had coursed through his body. Leaving New Namek's atmosphere, he could see the stars and planets as he struggled to breathe in air. He gasped more and more, the pressure of leaving Namek's atmosphere slowly crushing him. He choked and tried to power up, but he wouldn't have enough time. This was it.

 

He was going to die.

 

Green hands dug tightly around his shoulders and Gohan managed to look behind him. He was being pulled back towards Namek, sweet cool air slowly refilling his thirsty lungs. Picollo's elongated arms had stretched a fair distance before Gohan could see him afloat in the air. His arms retracted as Gohan planted his feet onto the blue grass, gasping in more precious oxygen.

 

“Your… your arm's back?” Gohan smiled through half closed eyes.

 

“Does everyone forget I can regenerate my limbs?” Picollo answered.

 

Both fighters looked at the hell-woman, who stood as far as the horizon. Her eyes were wide at what she saw before she suddenly cackled with laughter. “Ha ha ha ha! Oh, this is amusing. Who knew a Namek had such powers?”

 

“What are we going to do? She's too strong!”

 

In the blink of a second she stood inches away from Piccolo's face. Before he could draw a breath he got a head butt and a punch deep in his stomach, keeling him over.

 

“Pathetic,” she said with disgust.

 

From the earth a hand grabbed her hair and yanked her to the ground. Chunks of blue grass and earth shattered where her head had crashed. The machine in her cheek made a horrible sound of disapproval, yellow and white lights blinked in simultaneously. She had enough time to get a glimpse of a green arm going into the ground. She clenched her jaw tightly and watched Picollo smirk, drawing back his free arm.

 

He suddenly gave a long shout and let loose a massive beam. The woman was knocked back several feet. She quickly came to a halt and glared at her target.

 

“HELLZONE GRENADE!!” Piccolo yelled.

 

Without noticing it she was surrounded by hundreds of glowing ki balls. Gohan smiled and in a second she was enveloped in a prison of burning ki. She shrieked in pain.

 

“It's not over,” Gohan added and put his palms together. Slowly he managed to produce a ring of golden ki charged with electric sparks. Piccolo remembered this move belonging to the Saijan, Turles.

 

Giving the nod of approval Gohan enlarged it to ten times its size and shot it forward.

 

“KILL ZONE!!!!”

 

It went through the cloud of smoke and an even louder scream could be heard.

 

The screams died. Gohan and Picollo knew not to declare victory before the smoke cleared. Moments seemed to pass and nothing happened in the smoke. Gohan relaxed, “Ha… ha ha! We did it Picollo!” The female warrior's body lay in the dirt, her chest was motionless.

 

Picollo sighed in relief and turned around, “Come on, let's AHHHH!!!”

 

A black ki hit him from the back. His pupils disappeared and his cry died down abruptly. His body collapsed to the earth and slipped into the water.

 

“Picollo!” Gohan stared in horror and tried to run after him but the female stopped him in his tracks.

 

Gohan gasped.

 

Her arms, chest and face were drenched in blood. The black machine in her seemed to be coming alive. For the first time Gohan was able to detect two ki's within her. One was hers: fading and getting slowly weaker, the other was coming, as unbelievable as it sounded, from the machine! She smiled, pleased with herself.

 

Gohan snapped back to reality: Picollo was gone! Forgetting everything he screamed and charged. But no matter how infuriated he was, he wasn't able to do any damage on her body. She knocked him in the gut. He fell on his knees and gasped for air, but instead he choked on his blood and violently coughed it out.

 

The woman looked down at her pray, “You know, this was more annoying then fun. I really wanted to crush that leg of yours, but instead I think I'll finish you in one go.”

 

Gohan wheezed for air and looked up at her, holding his stomach in his hand, his one eyelid weak. Blood slid down his chin and neck.

 

“You… are…” he managed to say. The woman raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and cupped her one hand to her ear, “What's that? I can't hear you!”

 

“Your power… it isn't yours, is it?”

 

Her eyes widened.

 

“Scar had that in him too… agh…” he felt a sting of pain in his lungs, “You… before… this power…”

 

“Shut up!”

 

Using the last of his energy that was fuelled by hate and sadness, Gohan rugby tackled her, slammed his fist into her face and then threw her into the air. He charged up, drew back his arms and gathered energy between his hands

 

“ KAAAA…MEEEE…HAAAA…..MEEEE,” he growled, taking deep breaths.

 

“You fool! That petty trick will never work on me!” She screamed and darted at him.

 

“ HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” the beam got her straight on, the Kamehameha x 10's gold and red colour like fireworks. Gohan pushed himself to the maximum as the Kamehameha kept going on and on, pushing his enemy upwards into the ski.

 

“NOOOOO!!!” she screamed before Gohan's beam shoved her into space, her eternal resting place.

 

Gohan panted heavily, his hands shaking in surprise at his power. Bubbles surfaced the nearby water and he crawled to edge and looked into the green lake.

 

“Gah!” Picollo gasped as he suddenly surfaced. Gohan yelled in shock, his hands in the air, “Picollo! You live!”

 

“Of coarse…” he coughed, “I live…”

 

Gohan, for the first time in a long time, managed to laugh.

 

****

 

The twins looked over their shoulders and watched in amusement as their female comrade disappeared into space, her screams heard over the entire planet.

 

“Hmn. Good idea,” Tsuba smirked.

 

“That bitch deserved it. But she did give you an idea didn't she?”

 

“Just what she wanted. We can give her her dying wish…”

 

Gotenks had long ago split back to Chibi Goten and Chibi Trunks, the fight between Tsuka and Tsuba an almost equal one. It seemed though that their older foes were still no match for them, despite the damage they had caused.

 

Now Goten and Trunks were bracing themselves, confused at what was going to happen next.

 

“Gah!” Trunks had been grabbed first, his neck caught in an arm lock, Tsuba behind him. Goten prepared to attack, but it was too late; Tsuka punched him and grabbed Goten's face in his hand. Goten struggled to breathe and panicked, kicking and crying to free himself.

 

The twins looked at one another and nodded in agreement.

 

“This is where you die…” they said together and shot into the air.

 

“Gah!” Trunks choked, “No! What are you doing?! You're going to kill yourselves too!” His arms frantically scratched Tsuba's flesh to get free, he kicked and yelled.

 

“Space is so cool and sweet…” Tsuba replied, ignoring his blood as it trickled down his arm and flew upwards in the air-current,

 

“No air is how we like it best!” Tsuka finished.

 

“NOOOO!!!” Trunks cried, tears almost about to stream down his face as they left the stratosphere and were quickly nearing the edges of New Namek's atmosphere.

 

***

 

* Tsuka and Tsuba: Japanese for the Hilt and Guard of a Katana.

 

Credit has to be given to OrochimaroMugen who came up with the fighting scenes in this chapter. I seriously would have done a sucky job if it wasn't for him! Thank you!