Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 12 )

Alaura squinted, holding her hand over her eyes as she tried to make out the dark shapes against the early evening purple-red sky. She saw Piccolo, her love, her savior flying into the cruel dark haired man and attacking him with a series of kicks and punches that were nearly too fast for her to make out, one kick would not even be finished before he landed another.

She winced every time Vegeta got the upper hand and a cold hand clenched tight about her heart beneath her breast when she saw Vegeta send a series of strange, blasts at him. She had seen what he'd done to her house, the gaping hole he'd made in the floor and ceiling and feared the worst.

Piccolo gave as good as he got, She was extremely relieved to see as he recovered in no time from Vegeta's assault. As she watched, praying silently with all her being, he stood still in mid-air, the enegry around him seemed to crackle with power. She watched the light around her love grow brighter and brighter, his fists balled and tight at his sides, his face contorted in a grimace of concentration. She covered her eyes and looked away when the light of his inner power grew to great for her to look at without pain.

She did not see the powerful blast Piccolo had sent out towards Vegeta, but she heard and felt it. The ground shook and her ears rang afterward. She looked once more, hoping for an end to all this madness, and saw that, althought he was bruised and battered, Vegeta was far from defeated. In fact she saw him throw his head back and hear his chilling laughter even from where she sat on the beach below.

Piccolo did not respond to that mocking laughter with words. Instead, she saw him charge Vegeta, and this time the fighting was so fast and hard that she only saw what looked like a blur of motion against the setting sun. Suddenly, she gasped as Vegeta stopped Piccolo's fist in mid-punch and yanked hard on his fist. Vegeta ripped Piccolo's arm from his body like a malicious child would pull the legs off spiders and relish in the creature's pain.

Piccolo winced in pain but continued to fight, he knew that he could not spare a moment to regrow his lost limb, he must keep all his consentration on the fight at hand. He knew how powerful Vegeta was and he also knew how sneaky. It would not do to take his attention off of him for even a second. So, with sticky-warm purple-ish blood gushing from the hole where his arm used to be, soaking his gi, he bombarded Vegeta with a succession of kicks and one-handed punches that drove the Saiyan Prince backwards. Piccolo's upsurge in power gave him the advantage.

Alaura watched on the beach as the fight progressed in intensity. What seemed like a game to Vegeta moments before suddenly turned serious as his expression altered from mocking excitement to intense fury. She watched as he seemed to glow and realized that he was doing the same thing that Piccolo had done moments before.

"I did not power up right away, Namek," She heard him practically scream, "Because I wanted to give you a fighting chance. But, now that you've made me truely angry, I just don't care any more."

After that, Alaura could not make out anything as the two powerful beings took off in two blazing forms of light and she saw a series of explosions all over the sky that would rival any millionaire's fourth of July firework's spectacle. She continued to pray in her heart and aloud under her breath as she watched the sky light up with the outward show of thier internal strength.

It must have been hours, or days, she was not certain of the passage of time as she waited, after all the noise and explosions and light had faded from the skies and silence, as frightening as the fury of thier fight had been, decended upon the land and skies. She moved a bit and bit her lip as pain shot up her arm to her shoulder. She knew that Vegeta had broken it when he'd hauled her up through her ceiling and that was the reason she had passed out, from the searing pain.

Her ankle was hurt and bruised from where he'd held it, but it did not feel broken, she could still move it, just slightly. Her face, however, felt horribe. She knew that she would have a few nasty bruises for awhile. She would have to cancel the dance classes after this, she did not want to frighten the children and them run home with made-up stories to tell thier parents.

She watched and waited, her heart raced in her chest and she felt that if it did not slow down it would pound itself straight out of her ribcage, for something, anything, to happen. She knew, deep in her heart of hearts, that if she only saw Vegeta emerage that her life was forfeit. He would claim her as spoils of the battle and use her and kill her in the worst possible way. She shuddered as images forced thier way up to the forefront of her mind.

"No!" She said, through gritted teeth, she would think that! "Piccolo will survive. He will triumph! He has to!"