Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Meetings in the flesh ( Chapter 2 )
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By: SeveredWings83 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 245 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 245 | Status: Completed
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CHAPTER 2
Meetings in the flesh
(A/N...all of this happens in the same time frame. I kinda wrote it so you could understand it, but if not I am telling you now. Asira lands, while Vegeta and Trunks have their morning spar, and Goku and Goten begin their's as she and Thor make their way to the Eastern mountains. I hope this will help you through any confusion. THANKS!!!!)
"VEGETA...TRUNKS....what has happened?" my mother screeches in my face. What does she think happened? Pushing past her making my way to the cold steel table, I lay the body of my unconscious father down gently. The wounds were a lot worse then I had originally thought. From what I can see, at least three ribs are busted and have pierced the skin, blood flows in steady rivulets down his sides, and way too many cuts to count. How could I have let this happen? I just don't understand what came over me, and how I was powerless to stop it. My father is so much stronger than me, he should have been able to dodge the blast or something. I just don't get it. I need to get out of here and clear my head.
"TRUNKS! I asked what happened to him!" I hear her yell once more. Damn it can't she shut up for a minute, now I know what my father feels like. That harping is doing nothing for my head ache.
"Mother, he will be fine. I will go to the look out and get some sensu beans. The injuries aren't fatal, and he has passed out from the pain. He'll be fine for the time it will take me to get there and back," does my voice sound hallowed and cold as I think it does? Man, I am just not myself today.
"That's not what I asked! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" she fumes, "did you do this?" There it is the question she was toe dancing around. She didn't think I could do it. Surprise mother I can and did. She runs to the side of her fallen mate, a small part of me wonders if she can feel his pain as he lies there knocked out.
My father once told me that when the bond was made between them, he could feel her every pain, emotion, and fear. And, when I asked him if she felt his, he shook his head slowly and walked away. I wonder now at that, by the way she is acting I would say perhaps she does a little. Or perhaps she is just freaking out at the sight of him, stupid weakling human. Whoa, where did that come from. I really need to leave now. "Yes, we were sparring and he didn't move in time. The blast hit him full on. I am going now," I tell her coldly, why can't I stand the sight her anymore? I love my mother I truly do, but right now I could kill her.
He just stands there, covered in the blood of his dying father, just stands there like nothings wrong! What's the matter with him? I have never seen behavior from him like this, Trunks would be freaking by now, like me....
He says something about leaving for the look out, a cool mask set on his normally open features. And those eyes...frozen solid. Frigid. But, it's more than that, I can tell. He is still powered up, still a Super Sayian. Why...why is my son cold, and my husband lying on a medical table bleeding to death? Why......
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*There did you feel that Thor?* I ask my partner. The beautiful spike in ragging energy dances across my bare arms. Oh how I love the feel of it, so angry, so pissed, so hateful. That is why I have come here, to this rotten planet. For him....OH Vegeta reunions are so much fun! Its been a long time since I have felt such raw hate like this. Playing with the bands clasped around wrist, I sigh. Much too long indeed.
*Asira...where is it you want to go? The sun is rising. People will be coming out soon.* He's right, the tingling sensations at the base of my spine is a reminder of the sunrise. Squeezing my legs around the wide barrel of Thor's belly, we walk on.
*Remember that life signal we felt when we landed?* I ask him. *You know the one that felt like Vegeta's? I want to find out who's it is. It feels Sayian, and there are two others within a mile of that one. Those feel different, yet the same. I want to go there.* With that said, the warm body beneath me throws himself into a fast paced gallop. Boy, is he full of piss and vinegar tonight. Laughing wildly as we race away from the city towards the mountains to the East of us, something inside nags and pulls at me. Mentally shaking my head, I get a tighter grip and hold on for dear life as Thor picks up speed.
The trees become more dense, and the earth dwellings are few and far apart. I can feel Thor's breath start to steady, the air around us shimmers and fluxes. Closing my eyes, letting it happen, he changes under me. The soft coat turns to silky ebony scales, his head and neck stretch out forming the desired design. The smooth hair snapping at my face dissolves like it was never there, trying to suppress the shiver threatening to erupt, I tuck my legs under me. Here we go....skin ripples and splits wide making from for the humongous membranous wings pushing out, the shriek ripped from his horse throat turns into the deep roar of the dragon in its place. With a hiss and moan he leaps from the forest floor, soaring into the morning twilight not having to worry about anyone seeing us. For there is no one out here, in this flourishing forest. And we're off to the mysterious Ki signature, flying in the clouds of the morning rays of light. For moments like these make me feel like I just might be alive in this empty husk. But, the pulsing warmth clamped around my wrists brings me back to myself and reminds me of who and what I am.
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"Hey Dad you feel that?" Goten asks me I did and I too wonder what it was. The spike in Ki belongs to Trunks or Vegeta, I can't tell the difference between the two they're so alike at times. Which ever one it was, he was angry for sure.
"Ya I did. They sure are having a good spar this morning," I tell him, crouching low into a defense fighting stance. "And so are we, come at me Goten." He leaps off the ground flying towards me with a smile on his face and laughter in his eyes, it's good to be alive today.
He lands a foot away from me and fazes in and out of sight. Ah, I see, he is trying to split like I have taught him. Ducking down low and reaching into the fazing form, I grab him by the hair. Pulling it back and kicking him in the stomach, he falls to the ground out of breath. "Geez, Dad, did you have to hit me so hard," he wheezes. Oh, Goten you have some much more to learn. But, you'd rather go out and party than spar with an old man. Oh, well I won't stop you from what you want to do with your time, Dende know's it's short.
"Well, you shoulda saw it coming Goten You need to practice that move before you use it in battle, or else this will happen," laughing at his doubled over form on the grass, I go on. "Maybe this is just payment for not training in such a long time." Scratching the back of my head, I ask seriously "When was the last time you actually trained any ways?"
He groans, attempting to stand, "Too long it seems." Too long is an understatement, one hit and he's taken down. It's a good thing peace has been kept for so long, if this is any inclination at the shape of the Z-team then peace had better be had for a long time.
I can't help it my blood churns for a fight, and my son needs one also, "Can you even go super anymore, or are you to weak?" I tease and taunt, sounding much like Vegeta. Not wanting to think about the fact that I DO sound like him, I rush Goten, and form two small Ki orbs in my hands. "ASCEND GOTEN NOW!" I yell, if he won't fight, I will MAKE him fight.
I can't believe my dad hit me like that, it was a low blow worthy of Buu himself. He stands above me, laughing at me trying to catch the breath he stole. What's gotten into him, he's never like this. Sparring to him is fun, and THIS is not fun. Planted on his face is a sly smirk, much like one I can't stand so much, and his eyes. His eyes are glittering in malignant joy. I try to get up, my rib cracks, damn that hit broke one...or two. He opens his twisted mouth to say something to me, I can't believe what I am hearing. He teases me, goads me into a fight. I will not fight like this, it's not fair. He is so much stronger, and I am injured.
DAMN it, by the looks of the Ki balls gathering in his hands, doesn't look like he will take no for an answer. Backing away slowly, he yells for me to go to Super Sayian. I can't...no WON'T...do this. Where is my father gone? Where is the man who would not hurt a fly, the man that has saved the universe run to?
"DAD!!! Snap out of it! This is not you," I yell, not really needing to, he is standing only a few feet away from me. But, for some reason when things are scary yelling always comes out. Call it panic or whatever you want, but right know I can safely say I just might be panicking
Something brakes in me, the haze around my head clears. What happened? Why is Goten standing in front of me shaking? A small burning sensation in my hands, draws attention to them. Two glowing black energy balls pulse and dance within my hands. Black energy? I have never had black energy come from my body, it can't I am pure of heart. And this dark hate held in my hands turns my stomach, as does the sight of my son petrified of me. This should have NEVER happened! "Goten?" I ask him wearily not wanting to scare him even more.
He takes a small step backwards, my heart clenches at that. That's when I notice the blood trickling down his nose, and the way he cradles his chest. The quick intakes of breath is a sure sign that he has a broken rib, or two. Oh, Goten, what have I done? "Goten?" I ask again.
"Dad? Are you alright now?" he whispers to me. Nodding, telling him without words, I turn towards the house.
"Come on Goten, we need to get you cleaned up," I tell him walking away from him. I would help him into the house, but right at this moment he would probably hurt himself more from trying to get away from me. With out looking back, I know he's behind me, small footsteps sound on the morning grass. Goten's holed up inside of himself, like he did when he was a child, I will have to wait until he calms a bit before asking him what went on this morning. If he too felt that foreign power from the mountain.
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"There's the spot Thor, just a little ways," swinging his massive form towards the valley, I can see the two of the Ki readings. "Let's land, I don't want to be spotted yet." And flying in on a huge black dragon will warrant attention. The two people whom grabbed my interest were beginning to fight it looked like. I want to watch this, if he is what I think he is this should be interesting. Thor moves to the right quickly, barrel rolling in a sideways dive, closing my eyes tightly hopping I don't fall off, damn him and his antics.
*What's the matter Asira? Getting to rough up here for you?* a male chuckle sounds though my head. OH of ALL THE....screw this! Flattening myself on his slippery scaly back, I concentrate. Picturing what I want in my mind, the sound of ripping cloth and stinging pain brings me out of the trance. A pair of large black feathered wings spring forth from my back, to can play this game.
"Good-bye Thor, see you later," was the last thing said to him before I jump off his back. Plummeting backwards down to the earth fast, flipping over I start to pump my wings. The skin on my back is stretched and pulled tight, and it's fucking burning like there's not tomorrow. Thor's laugh echoes in my head, as he flies off to the mountain. He will be able to wait for me to come back there without being seen. I am on my own now, oh goodie.
The wrist sheathes pulse harder with the power used to expel the wings, it will fade soon. Or, maybe it doesn't fade, maybe it just becomes tolerable. I let my head fall back, allowing myself a selfish minute to fell the wind sweep my hair around, and the rising sun warm my aching back. Even small changes like these cause pain, it never used to be like this. Enough of this wallowing, I have a job to do. Snapping my head up, I dive towards the ground.
The closer I come to them, the more their energy beats at my senses. I was right, he IS Sayian, but why would there be two Sayian's on Earth? Scanning for a place to land, finding one near the two men, I land. Grimacing at the jarring thud of my feet as they come into contact, damn maybe trying to show up Thor wasn't such a good idea. These wings really hurt. Glancing over my shoulder at my back, I swear loud and violently. Blood runs from the wounds at their base, yes I am a stupid one today. Contemplating shedding the wings, I decide against it. The pain will double if I have to push them out again. "This Sucks." I says to myself, walking to the edge of the woods.
I can hear them now, starting a 'morning spar' as the Sayian called it. Moving faster, wanting to watch them fight, I see a good spot to view from. Standing next to a ancient tree, focusing on the two fighters begin. Beautiful, is a perfect word for the large Sayian, he is crouched low in a standard stance. The other, a close copy of the older, Goten he is called also has a very Sayian feel to him. Gasping in horror at this new revelation, the boy is a mix-blood. A MUTT, how could a Sayian do this to the bloodlines? Closing my eyes, I enter his mind wanting to know who he is
His has no where near the strength as the other. Its filled with emotions, many of love..the love of family, the love of friends, the love of the Earth, and mostly the love of the fight. What kind of Sayian is he? AND HOW COULD ONE LOVE THIS HELL HOLE called Earth. Rage bubbles up within my chest, eyes bleed to black pools of hate. I can feel my aura shift and shriek, my hair begins to sway with the thrashing energy I am creating. Casting my mind out to his, I implant thoughts of hatred and violence into his peace loving head. Let him love this since he happens to have an abundance of it anyway.
It works wondrously, his physical form changes and contorts nicely. And then he attacks with out warning, heat pools between my legs as I watch his power climb to levels of divinity. Yes...Goku...kill him, do it for me. I want to see his blood stain this rock you have such love for. SLAUGHTER him I scream into his mind. The boy falls to the ground after a slam to his chest, I can't suppress the moan escaping my parted lips. Its been far too long since I have been able to fight like him. Goku yells to his son, and the deep timber of his voice pulls me in. I toss my energy into his strong form, it belongs in the hands of a Sayian, I want him to kill the boy with my energy.
The Dark Ki fills his hands, and he readies the attack! A slam to my head, enough of a jolt to knock me back into the trees. DAMN him...he's fighting me! Throwing more power into the command, the clamps heat and vibrate on my arms, noooo please not yet! I want blood, I want mayhem, I WANT HIM DEAD! The small gusts of wind building from my power become something stronger, something more tangible. Heat radiates from my frozen form, it's beginning to hurt now...flinging my arms outward to the Sayian Goku, releasing the power into him.
It floods his senses, unable to stop me, he advances on the boy in front of clutching his belly. "ACSEND" he screams, yes please do, I want a fight. NOW! The whimpering waste of Sayian blood pales in terror at his father's new behavior. Struggling to his feet, begging and pleading not with words but eyes, this Goten knows his end is approaching. Backing away slowly, attempting to calm the raging beast of a father, something snaps within Goku's mind. Stepping back, he powers down and looks to his fallen son. He has cast me out! The hidden strength within this one is mighty, who is he. Who is he really, I know he's not some random Sayian soldier.
Pissed beyond reason at this little attempt to underline my wishes, NO ONE does this to me! Ruffling the feathers, and thrashing my tail, I advance on them. They will learn first hand what happens to idiots who defy me. Pushing, madly, past the threes and shrubs I see their forms making way to a house of sorts. Spiking my Ki, to draw attention, I speed up. Let them chew on my energy for a second, let them thy to comprehend what it is.
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A flare of energy stops me in mid-step, what the hell? "Goten, do you fell that?" I ask the crumpled version of my son. He whips his bloodied head up and stares of in the direction of the mountains where I first felt something earlier.
Goten takes a few smalls steps back, the fear radiating off him in waves. Nodding in agreement, the broken body of my son shakes and shivers. A fleeting thought whispers through my mind, what kind of Sayian acts like this? Quickly tossing the treacherous thought away, not wanting to read into it too much given what has happen this morning.
The Ki coming forward feels dark and dangerously angered. This is not good, dear Kami, I have never felt anything like this before. "Goten, go back to the house now." I need to get him out of hear, away from anything that may hurt him more. If I am unable to protect my son from myself the least I can do is keep him safe from what ever this monstrosity coming is.
"It's here." was all I could manage to say, while my heart threatened to explode. I, no longer, master of my body remains still and motionless as the being brakes the tree line before us. My eyes blur and my legs wobble, it is not an 'it', this being is a female. A raging, deadly, beauty that I have seen so many times in the darkness of my minds dream plains. She emerges in a whirlwind of anger and stony beauty, dropping to my knee before her, not wanting to look upon the face that has brought me so many nights.
Embarrassment and fear slam together inside me, so many question bombard my mind. Why is she here? Is she real?
Risking a slide-ways glance at my father, he too has mirrored my expression, a mixture of awe and disbelief. Has he too dreamed of her? Insane jealously pushes at my thoughts, a deep growl grows within my chest. All rational thought escapes as two words tear into my head....she's mine!
CHAPTER 2
Meetings in the flesh
(A/N...all of this happens in the same time frame. I kinda wrote it so you could understand it, but if not I am telling you now. Asira lands, while Vegeta and Trunks have their morning spar, and Goku and Goten begin their's as she and Thor make their way to the Eastern mountains. I hope this will help you through any confusion. THANKS!!!!)
"VEGETA...TRUNKS....what has happened?" my mother screeches in my face. What does she think happened? Pushing past her making my way to the cold steel table, I lay the body of my unconscious father down gently. The wounds were a lot worse then I had originally thought. From what I can see, at least three ribs are busted and have pierced the skin, blood flows in steady rivulets down his sides, and way too many cuts to count. How could I have let this happen? I just don't understand what came over me, and how I was powerless to stop it. My father is so much stronger than me, he should have been able to dodge the blast or something. I just don't get it. I need to get out of here and clear my head.
"TRUNKS! I asked what happened to him!" I hear her yell once more. Damn it can't she shut up for a minute, now I know what my father feels like. That harping is doing nothing for my head ache.
"Mother, he will be fine. I will go to the look out and get some sensu beans. The injuries aren't fatal, and he has passed out from the pain. He'll be fine for the time it will take me to get there and back," does my voice sound hallowed and cold as I think it does? Man, I am just not myself today.
"That's not what I asked! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" she fumes, "did you do this?" There it is the question she was toe dancing around. She didn't think I could do it. Surprise mother I can and did. She runs to the side of her fallen mate, a small part of me wonders if she can feel his pain as he lies there knocked out.
My father once told me that when the bond was made between them, he could feel her every pain, emotion, and fear. And, when I asked him if she felt his, he shook his head slowly and walked away. I wonder now at that, by the way she is acting I would say perhaps she does a little. Or perhaps she is just freaking out at the sight of him, stupid weakling human. Whoa, where did that come from. I really need to leave now. "Yes, we were sparring and he didn't move in time. The blast hit him full on. I am going now," I tell her coldly, why can't I stand the sight her anymore? I love my mother I truly do, but right now I could kill her.
He just stands there, covered in the blood of his dying father, just stands there like nothings wrong! What's the matter with him? I have never seen behavior from him like this, Trunks would be freaking by now, like me....
He says something about leaving for the look out, a cool mask set on his normally open features. And those eyes...frozen solid. Frigid. But, it's more than that, I can tell. He is still powered up, still a Super Sayian. Why...why is my son cold, and my husband lying on a medical table bleeding to death? Why......
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*There did you feel that Thor?* I ask my partner. The beautiful spike in ragging energy dances across my bare arms. Oh how I love the feel of it, so angry, so pissed, so hateful. That is why I have come here, to this rotten planet. For him....OH Vegeta reunions are so much fun! Its been a long time since I have felt such raw hate like this. Playing with the bands clasped around wrist, I sigh. Much too long indeed.
*Asira...where is it you want to go? The sun is rising. People will be coming out soon.* He's right, the tingling sensations at the base of my spine is a reminder of the sunrise. Squeezing my legs around the wide barrel of Thor's belly, we walk on.
*Remember that life signal we felt when we landed?* I ask him. *You know the one that felt like Vegeta's? I want to find out who's it is. It feels Sayian, and there are two others within a mile of that one. Those feel different, yet the same. I want to go there.* With that said, the warm body beneath me throws himself into a fast paced gallop. Boy, is he full of piss and vinegar tonight. Laughing wildly as we race away from the city towards the mountains to the East of us, something inside nags and pulls at me. Mentally shaking my head, I get a tighter grip and hold on for dear life as Thor picks up speed.
The trees become more dense, and the earth dwellings are few and far apart. I can feel Thor's breath start to steady, the air around us shimmers and fluxes. Closing my eyes, letting it happen, he changes under me. The soft coat turns to silky ebony scales, his head and neck stretch out forming the desired design. The smooth hair snapping at my face dissolves like it was never there, trying to suppress the shiver threatening to erupt, I tuck my legs under me. Here we go....skin ripples and splits wide making from for the humongous membranous wings pushing out, the shriek ripped from his horse throat turns into the deep roar of the dragon in its place. With a hiss and moan he leaps from the forest floor, soaring into the morning twilight not having to worry about anyone seeing us. For there is no one out here, in this flourishing forest. And we're off to the mysterious Ki signature, flying in the clouds of the morning rays of light. For moments like these make me feel like I just might be alive in this empty husk. But, the pulsing warmth clamped around my wrists brings me back to myself and reminds me of who and what I am.
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"Hey Dad you feel that?" Goten asks me I did and I too wonder what it was. The spike in Ki belongs to Trunks or Vegeta, I can't tell the difference between the two they're so alike at times. Which ever one it was, he was angry for sure.
"Ya I did. They sure are having a good spar this morning," I tell him, crouching low into a defense fighting stance. "And so are we, come at me Goten." He leaps off the ground flying towards me with a smile on his face and laughter in his eyes, it's good to be alive today.
He lands a foot away from me and fazes in and out of sight. Ah, I see, he is trying to split like I have taught him. Ducking down low and reaching into the fazing form, I grab him by the hair. Pulling it back and kicking him in the stomach, he falls to the ground out of breath. "Geez, Dad, did you have to hit me so hard," he wheezes. Oh, Goten you have some much more to learn. But, you'd rather go out and party than spar with an old man. Oh, well I won't stop you from what you want to do with your time, Dende know's it's short.
"Well, you shoulda saw it coming Goten You need to practice that move before you use it in battle, or else this will happen," laughing at his doubled over form on the grass, I go on. "Maybe this is just payment for not training in such a long time." Scratching the back of my head, I ask seriously "When was the last time you actually trained any ways?"
He groans, attempting to stand, "Too long it seems." Too long is an understatement, one hit and he's taken down. It's a good thing peace has been kept for so long, if this is any inclination at the shape of the Z-team then peace had better be had for a long time.
I can't help it my blood churns for a fight, and my son needs one also, "Can you even go super anymore, or are you to weak?" I tease and taunt, sounding much like Vegeta. Not wanting to think about the fact that I DO sound like him, I rush Goten, and form two small Ki orbs in my hands. "ASCEND GOTEN NOW!" I yell, if he won't fight, I will MAKE him fight.
I can't believe my dad hit me like that, it was a low blow worthy of Buu himself. He stands above me, laughing at me trying to catch the breath he stole. What's gotten into him, he's never like this. Sparring to him is fun, and THIS is not fun. Planted on his face is a sly smirk, much like one I can't stand so much, and his eyes. His eyes are glittering in malignant joy. I try to get up, my rib cracks, damn that hit broke one...or two. He opens his twisted mouth to say something to me, I can't believe what I am hearing. He teases me, goads me into a fight. I will not fight like this, it's not fair. He is so much stronger, and I am injured.
DAMN it, by the looks of the Ki balls gathering in his hands, doesn't look like he will take no for an answer. Backing away slowly, he yells for me to go to Super Sayian. I can't...no WON'T...do this. Where is my father gone? Where is the man who would not hurt a fly, the man that has saved the universe run to?
"DAD!!! Snap out of it! This is not you," I yell, not really needing to, he is standing only a few feet away from me. But, for some reason when things are scary yelling always comes out. Call it panic or whatever you want, but right know I can safely say I just might be panicking
Something brakes in me, the haze around my head clears. What happened? Why is Goten standing in front of me shaking? A small burning sensation in my hands, draws attention to them. Two glowing black energy balls pulse and dance within my hands. Black energy? I have never had black energy come from my body, it can't I am pure of heart. And this dark hate held in my hands turns my stomach, as does the sight of my son petrified of me. This should have NEVER happened! "Goten?" I ask him wearily not wanting to scare him even more.
He takes a small step backwards, my heart clenches at that. That's when I notice the blood trickling down his nose, and the way he cradles his chest. The quick intakes of breath is a sure sign that he has a broken rib, or two. Oh, Goten, what have I done? "Goten?" I ask again.
"Dad? Are you alright now?" he whispers to me. Nodding, telling him without words, I turn towards the house.
"Come on Goten, we need to get you cleaned up," I tell him walking away from him. I would help him into the house, but right at this moment he would probably hurt himself more from trying to get away from me. With out looking back, I know he's behind me, small footsteps sound on the morning grass. Goten's holed up inside of himself, like he did when he was a child, I will have to wait until he calms a bit before asking him what went on this morning. If he too felt that foreign power from the mountain.
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"There's the spot Thor, just a little ways," swinging his massive form towards the valley, I can see the two of the Ki readings. "Let's land, I don't want to be spotted yet." And flying in on a huge black dragon will warrant attention. The two people whom grabbed my interest were beginning to fight it looked like. I want to watch this, if he is what I think he is this should be interesting. Thor moves to the right quickly, barrel rolling in a sideways dive, closing my eyes tightly hopping I don't fall off, damn him and his antics.
*What's the matter Asira? Getting to rough up here for you?* a male chuckle sounds though my head. OH of ALL THE....screw this! Flattening myself on his slippery scaly back, I concentrate. Picturing what I want in my mind, the sound of ripping cloth and stinging pain brings me out of the trance. A pair of large black feathered wings spring forth from my back, to can play this game.
"Good-bye Thor, see you later," was the last thing said to him before I jump off his back. Plummeting backwards down to the earth fast, flipping over I start to pump my wings. The skin on my back is stretched and pulled tight, and it's fucking burning like there's not tomorrow. Thor's laugh echoes in my head, as he flies off to the mountain. He will be able to wait for me to come back there without being seen. I am on my own now, oh goodie.
The wrist sheathes pulse harder with the power used to expel the wings, it will fade soon. Or, maybe it doesn't fade, maybe it just becomes tolerable. I let my head fall back, allowing myself a selfish minute to fell the wind sweep my hair around, and the rising sun warm my aching back. Even small changes like these cause pain, it never used to be like this. Enough of this wallowing, I have a job to do. Snapping my head up, I dive towards the ground.
The closer I come to them, the more their energy beats at my senses. I was right, he IS Sayian, but why would there be two Sayian's on Earth? Scanning for a place to land, finding one near the two men, I land. Grimacing at the jarring thud of my feet as they come into contact, damn maybe trying to show up Thor wasn't such a good idea. These wings really hurt. Glancing over my shoulder at my back, I swear loud and violently. Blood runs from the wounds at their base, yes I am a stupid one today. Contemplating shedding the wings, I decide against it. The pain will double if I have to push them out again. "This Sucks." I says to myself, walking to the edge of the woods.
I can hear them now, starting a 'morning spar' as the Sayian called it. Moving faster, wanting to watch them fight, I see a good spot to view from. Standing next to a ancient tree, focusing on the two fighters begin. Beautiful, is a perfect word for the large Sayian, he is crouched low in a standard stance. The other, a close copy of the older, Goten he is called also has a very Sayian feel to him. Gasping in horror at this new revelation, the boy is a mix-blood. A MUTT, how could a Sayian do this to the bloodlines? Closing my eyes, I enter his mind wanting to know who he is
His has no where near the strength as the other. Its filled with emotions, many of love..the love of family, the love of friends, the love of the Earth, and mostly the love of the fight. What kind of Sayian is he? AND HOW COULD ONE LOVE THIS HELL HOLE called Earth. Rage bubbles up within my chest, eyes bleed to black pools of hate. I can feel my aura shift and shriek, my hair begins to sway with the thrashing energy I am creating. Casting my mind out to his, I implant thoughts of hatred and violence into his peace loving head. Let him love this since he happens to have an abundance of it anyway.
It works wondrously, his physical form changes and contorts nicely. And then he attacks with out warning, heat pools between my legs as I watch his power climb to levels of divinity. Yes...Goku...kill him, do it for me. I want to see his blood stain this rock you have such love for. SLAUGHTER him I scream into his mind. The boy falls to the ground after a slam to his chest, I can't suppress the moan escaping my parted lips. Its been far too long since I have been able to fight like him. Goku yells to his son, and the deep timber of his voice pulls me in. I toss my energy into his strong form, it belongs in the hands of a Sayian, I want him to kill the boy with my energy.
The Dark Ki fills his hands, and he readies the attack! A slam to my head, enough of a jolt to knock me back into the trees. DAMN him...he's fighting me! Throwing more power into the command, the clamps heat and vibrate on my arms, noooo please not yet! I want blood, I want mayhem, I WANT HIM DEAD! The small gusts of wind building from my power become something stronger, something more tangible. Heat radiates from my frozen form, it's beginning to hurt now...flinging my arms outward to the Sayian Goku, releasing the power into him.
It floods his senses, unable to stop me, he advances on the boy in front of clutching his belly. "ACSEND" he screams, yes please do, I want a fight. NOW! The whimpering waste of Sayian blood pales in terror at his father's new behavior. Struggling to his feet, begging and pleading not with words but eyes, this Goten knows his end is approaching. Backing away slowly, attempting to calm the raging beast of a father, something snaps within Goku's mind. Stepping back, he powers down and looks to his fallen son. He has cast me out! The hidden strength within this one is mighty, who is he. Who is he really, I know he's not some random Sayian soldier.
Pissed beyond reason at this little attempt to underline my wishes, NO ONE does this to me! Ruffling the feathers, and thrashing my tail, I advance on them. They will learn first hand what happens to idiots who defy me. Pushing, madly, past the threes and shrubs I see their forms making way to a house of sorts. Spiking my Ki, to draw attention, I speed up. Let them chew on my energy for a second, let them thy to comprehend what it is.
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A flare of energy stops me in mid-step, what the hell? "Goten, do you fell that?" I ask the crumpled version of my son. He whips his bloodied head up and stares of in the direction of the mountains where I first felt something earlier.
Goten takes a few smalls steps back, the fear radiating off him in waves. Nodding in agreement, the broken body of my son shakes and shivers. A fleeting thought whispers through my mind, what kind of Sayian acts like this? Quickly tossing the treacherous thought away, not wanting to read into it too much given what has happen this morning.
The Ki coming forward feels dark and dangerously angered. This is not good, dear Kami, I have never felt anything like this before. "Goten, go back to the house now." I need to get him out of hear, away from anything that may hurt him more. If I am unable to protect my son from myself the least I can do is keep him safe from what ever this monstrosity coming is.
"It's here." was all I could manage to say, while my heart threatened to explode. I, no longer, master of my body remains still and motionless as the being brakes the tree line before us. My eyes blur and my legs wobble, it is not an 'it', this being is a female. A raging, deadly, beauty that I have seen so many times in the darkness of my minds dream plains. She emerges in a whirlwind of anger and stony beauty, dropping to my knee before her, not wanting to look upon the face that has brought me so many nights.
Embarrassment and fear slam together inside me, so many question bombard my mind. Why is she here? Is she real?
Risking a slide-ways glance at my father, he too has mirrored my expression, a mixture of awe and disbelief. Has he too dreamed of her? Insane jealously pushes at my thoughts, a deep growl grows within my chest. All rational thought escapes as two words tear into my head....she's mine!