Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Cyclone's Insanity/Hope Springs Eternal... ( Chapter 23 )

Vegeta paused in his training, looked back just as the one who called himself Cyclone materialized behind him and laid a sudden high kick at his head. Nearly caught off-guard, Vegeta barely dodged and landed a clean punch to the other's face.

Cyclone took the punch and growled, rushed the saiyan prince and sent forth a series of swift kicks and punches, nearly too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Vegeta blocked them all easily and laughed; "You really have high standards for yourself if you expect to best me!"

"I'll do more than best you, shorty!" Cyclone answered, shoving his sweat drenched pale hair from his eyes. He came at Vegeta again with similair results. At last the mighty prince grew tired of this game and wished to end it. He caught Cyclone's arm by the wrist, stilling the punch which would have laid out an ordinary man, and sneered into his face.

"Time for you to see," He snarled, twisting the arm behind Cyclone's back, "Why it was massively stupid to take on a true saiyan!"

He let the youth go and watched at he stumbled a bit and then turned around, holding his hands out in front of him, smiling devilishly as twin spirals of water grew and spun between his hands. He drew them back and aimed for Vegeta.

"Don't try your little water tricks on me!" Vegeta said, the air sparked around him as he powered up. Cyclone watched, yawning as if he were bored, as Vegeta's eyes changed from black to bright aqua and his hair a feirce golden hue. He seemed to glow from within and floated a few feet off the ground, looking down at Cyclone, "Because it will be the last thing you do."

Cyclone laughed and formed a kind of ki ball out of the water he'd summoned, focusing upwards on Vegeta's altered form. "Parlor tricks are no match for Cyclone!"

"Parlor tricks?!" Vegeta exclaimed, outraged, "And this comes from the man who speaks in the third person?!"

Without warning, Cyclone launched the water-ki-ball at Vegeta, his eyes went wide when Vegeta swiftly formed his own ball of energry and tossed it downwards in the path of the water-ball. The explosion knocked Cyclone off his feet. He was stunned but unhurt. Vegeta let himself back down and strode over to him.

"Pathetic." He began to form another ki ball but then changed his mind. He's not worth the waste of enegry, he thought, Though he did provide me with a good workout, He raised his hand above the motionless young man, ready to bring it down on his throat and end everything. He would have done just that, had he not been startled from his task by a sudden, shrill shreik and the ground moving under his feet.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Terra dropped her staff and ran to her brother, cradling his head in her lap. She glared up at Vegeta, "What happened here?!"

Piccolo and Tori came running behind Terra, who had sensed the trouble her brother was getting into before she actually heard anything. They came up short behind Terra and Cyclone. Vegeta shifted back into normal mode and powered down. He looked away, raising his chin a notch before he turned back and smirked down at her and her simpleton brother.

"The little idiot attacked me!" He said, as if he cared what anyone thought, "Can you believe it?! Me! Vegeta, Mighty prince of saiyans! The strongest warrior in the uni…"

"Excuse me," Tori raised a hand, as if she were in school waiting to be called on, "But, technically, isn't Goku the strongest warrior in the uni…"

"Shut up!" Vegeta sneered and took to the sky, "If I'd wanted to hear about Kakkarot I would have located his freaking fan club!"

Piccolo easily helped carry Cyclone back to the house and Terra tended his wounds with expert care. Piccolo left for a while and Tori was too caught up in trying to understand what would drive someone to so obviously risk his life for nothing! She helped Terra splint his leg and clean the blood from his many cuts and place a cold clothe filled with ice from the freezer in the kitchen upon his swollow and purple eye.

He'd begun to stir as they laid a blanket over him as he rested on the sofa where they'd placed him. Piccolo returned with his materialization into the room. Tori jumped, not yet used to that particular mode of transportation. He held some leaves and roots in his hands which he gave to Terra.

Terra, being a child of the earth, no matter what planet she was on, knew the herbs instantly, though this was the first time she'd actually seen them. The moment she used her powers on this planet, the world had opened up to her like a book and she'd read every chapter. She knew it…knew it like the backs of her hands. She nodded a thanks to Piccolo and retired into the kitchen to get to work.

"What was that?" Tori asked Piccolo as she watched Terra depart, "Piccolo?"

"Some herbs." He answered, "It will take away his pain and make him stronger."

"Oh." She said, "I wonder what could have made him so angry that he attacked Vegeta?"

Piccolo shrugged. He did not have an answer for her. "He's lucky to be alive right now."

"I wonder how the women are coming along," Tori said, changing the topic, "With the capturing of the dragonballs…"

Just then, as if on cue, the little cell phone in Tori's overnight bag chirped quietly. Tori ran to it, found it and flipped back the cover. "Hello?" She asked breathlessly.

"Tori?" She heard Chi Chi's voice on the other end…that and a lot of static, "Are you sure this her number…maybe I misdialed…"

"It's her number, I tell you!" Bulma's muffled voice shouted from the background, "Tori! Are you there?"

"Yes! I'm here! What's wrong!" Piccolo's eye ridge rose a notch at the sound of desperation in Tori's tone. "Chi Chi?"

"Oh, Tori!" Chi Chi cried, "It's really you! We got through!" Aside she said to Bulma, "I had my doubts…aren't these things soppose to cause cancer?!"

"Gimme that!" Bulma yanked her cell phone from Chi Chi's ear, thinking; Geez, keep up with the technology, woman! "Tori, guess what?!"

"Whatwhatwhat all ready?!" Tori cried, her hand gripping the phone a little too hard, her powers beginning to melt the plastic a bit.

"We've found the sixth dragonball!!" Bulma cried, "Can you believe it! The sixth one, all ready! It's un-freaking-believable!"

"All we need are…seven…" Tori whisped, "That means…"

"Only one more left." Piccolo said, his keen namekian hearing having picked up the other end of the conversation, "Do they have a location on the last dragonball?"

"Is that Piccolo?" Bulma asked, hearing, "Tell him that we do, indeed have a lock on a location…but that it's a few hours drive by car from here. We should have it and be back by next week at the latest. That is, of course, assuming it's as easy to get a hold of as the last ones were. Well, the batteries are dying on thing so I rechage it. Talk to ya later, Toshi!"

Terra came out of the kitchen holding a steaming mug between her fingers. She stopped and looked at Piccolo and Toshi, Toshi was closing up her phone and placing it back into her bag. Terra started to go to her little brother, whose eyes were closed but whose breathing indicated he was awake. Tori stopped her and looked at her.

"Terra," She said, "They've found the second to the last dragonball."

"T-that means…"

"You're not…hey wait a minute!" She cried, slapping her forehead, "I have an idea! What if he ask the dragon to find and bring us the crystal of Y'lasha that way she can be healed and they will have found their lost relic!"

Silently Cyclone moved in feigned sleep. The dragonballs, he thought, forcing himself not to smile, though he felt like it, Yes! Soon it will be time…dear sister…soon…!