Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Red Baron ❯ White Out ( Chapter 15 )

The Red Baron

 

White Out

 

Master Janus looked in shock as the girl in the jeans was all over The Red Baron, showing great vigor and power as he took on the The Red Baron as if he were just a child. Simply watching made him feel like he was already in the fight, sweating and breathing hard of the sight. All he wanted to do was get in and help his student, help the Red Baron, but he knew that such a choice would be fatal for him and simply watched the fight press on.

 

By now, the Red Baron was knocked into the back wall. He hit with such force that the whole building shook. Before he could even reach the ground as he fell from his blow, the girl was under him and upper cutting him in mid-air. The Red Baron's body looked like it had just experienced a serious car accident, knocking him around like it was whiplash.

 

The girl grabbed the battered body of the Red Baron and took hold of both his legs. Making it look easy, she yelled out a cry and rammed the upper half of The Red Baron's body through the wall and out into the open. Then, she used the Red Baron's body like a knife and used him to cut right through the wall inform of here moving to the right. All throughout the back wall, a huge, thick line of a hole let in sunlight from the outside.

 

And with one last attempt, the girl through the Red Baron back inside and back next to the door. The red Baron landed on his back and screeched across the floor until he came to a stop. His jeans were torn and the back of his shirt was gone and left a hole. He was covered in cuts and bruises and his hair was out of touch with himself.

 

The girl stood there in front of him, about ten feet off facing the front of his legs. She was perfectly fine, untouched, unmoved by what appeared to be a pathetic warrior.

 

“How could you be the one who processes the power of the pure red energy? How is it that I have worked all my life only to be robbed of what my people have been guarding for centuries? It now falls to you, a wimp and a lowly passerby. I will see to it that the necklace around your neck will be given to a more fitting warrior.”

 

The Red Baron could barely look up. He was indeed in a great amount of pain and agony. Why did he get into these messes? Why did this all have to happen to him? And why was the girl, the same girl who helped him realizing his powers, all of a sudden trying to take him out and steal the necklace around him?

 

Before anything more could be done, Master Janus decided now was the time to step in. With a simple power up, the charged into battle and Josh was right next to him. Together, they began to attack the girl, using a series of punches and kicks. But even as they began to attack, the girl was dodging everything thrown at her was such great speed and agility that it was mind boggling.

Janus and Josh fought with everything they had. Josh was enjoying his new found abilities very much but even his joy was turned into frustration when he found that not one of his or his master's attacks were connecting. But at that moment, the girl began a counterattack. Pushing her way through a double punch committed by the two fighters, she went in for a punch at Master Janus. But Josh and Janus were too smart and just narrowly moved their heads in the opposite direction to have the attack miss.

 

With her miss, she was forced to flinch, buying all the time the two martial artists needed. With a quick karate sounding yell, they both through a kick on each side of her head. The blow was immensely powerful and the fact that it was going to crush in her head would have made the attack near lethal. But a moment went by and a realization came to mind: she was not hurt.

 

The girl smiled and looked at both of them at almost the same time. She was not hurt by the attack at all and was perfectly fine. With a quick leg drop, she tripped both of them within a split second and as they hit the floor, she created two energy balls, one on each hand. Without even a yell, she fired the energy balls and the fighters were hit. The blast was very strong and very loud. The Red Baron felt it without even seeing it.

 

The smoke cleared and the two warriors were out cold, so much damage done that it seemed that all these events were happening as all one nightmare. It was almost unfair. The girl showed little emotion to the attack.

 

“Well, it seems your weakness is justified by the lack of skill you possess in a mas-“

 

At just that moment, she turned around to see a glow red fist connected to a Red Baron. The fist hit her square in the face and she was sent through the wall and flipping onto the pavement outside.

 

As she got up, the Red Baron was already in front of her. Though severely hurt, he was fighting with even more ferocity then before. She was up in time to block a few of the shots but at that moment, they began to a powerful fist fight. Their arms went back and forth with great speed and skill as they tried to out do one another with every blow giving and taking. Sparks of loose energy would fly off once in a while, hitting the ground and creating a hole.

 

As they battled, their auras began to form and glow and grow. With every second, they were raising their energy, trying to match one another. The hot sun was showing over them, brightening up an already blinding battle. It was amazing to see that any human could endure so much for so long.

 

Then with each giving one more powerful punch, the fists connecting with one another, the shock of the attack pushed them away and left them 50 feet from each other. At the moment they stopped skidding and at the moment that the dust blew away, the Red Baron came from the shroud and was once again transformed. Gone was his torn appeal and the red shirt and pants, the black undershirt and belt, and the red streaks of his hair had returned, giving off what his abilities could reach.

 

He was not alone in is transformation. The girl was now a white, skin tight, body suit. Her hair turned a pure white, all the way to the tip. Gold cuffs appeared on her writs and ankles and one as a belt over her hip. She looked like Storm from the X-men, except not as tight with the suit and straighter hair.

 

The transformation she undertook overcame the Red Baron. He was hypnotized with her beauty that it was out of this world. Was she not an enemy, maybe the Red Baron could have started something. The girl was not pleased with his staring.

 

“Keep your eyes off of me you pig. I am the White Warrior and I will defeat you. You are not worthy of the powers bestowed upon you and I, as the guardian of the necklaces, will fulfill my duty and place it in the hands of one who is truly noble and deserving of that gift…”

 

Again, she began to glow a powerful white aura that was easily bigger than that of the Red Baron's. With a fantastic yell, she blurred to the Red Baron. While he was still in a trance, the White Warrior took her opportunity and gave a tremendous like to his jaw in an up-moving position.

 

The kick was extremely powerful and the Red Baron was shot up into the air a few feet of the ground. In a split second, the White Warrior began to gather energy and pinpoint into her hand, then raising her arm and index finger toward the floating Red Baron.

 

“Shinning Finger!!”

 

It was then that the stunning flash of white light shot from her finger and the blast hit the Red Baron like a jab to his gut. The Red Baron's body curled in midair as if her were going to implode into his stomach. As he curled, the light flashed again from the mid area and a powerful blast and explosion covered the Red Baron and all around him.

 

The White Warrior stood on the ground and watched from below as she saw how effective her attack was, proud of herself and her accomplishment.

 

She had done it, she had defeated both prophecy and the powers that she was taught to be beyond her control. It was said that the a White Warrior would one day desire the what powers the necklace and she believed that was the proof the she was destined to take that power for herself and put an end to task set upon her family for hundreds of generations.

 

Now with the destined bearer of the necklace defeated, she would take her rightful place as a true warrior and possessor of true power. The thought alone tickled her mind and her thoughts. She couldn't help but give a small laugh and smile over her victory.

 

As the smoke cleared, she expected to see the smoldering body of what was the so called “Red Baron.” What a stupid name, she thought. It was a disgrace that she would have to defeat one with such ideas and thoughts. Given that the bearer was trash and did not know true fear and harsh life, the life she has lived while training and even as she guarded the necklace as the last of the White Warriors.

 

The smoke cleared and to the complete fear and dismay of the White Warrior, the ground, the sky, and all around gave no proof of the Red Baron. She began to panic, knowing full well that her power would not be enough to disintegrate him.

 

What happened? Where is he? He couldn't be alive after that attack. There is no way he can survive! He's just a pitiful city boy!”

 

But then the powers began to rise, the air was shifting and the sense of another power was getting clear. The White Warrior could only stand and smile as she knew what was coming.

 

It looks like he's a lot stronger than I thought. I can't believe that I could let him do this too me. That stupid necklace got the best of me and after all these years I can't believe that I couldn't get far enough to deal with this, my family name and title is truly nothing.

 

It was at that moment that out from behind the White Warrior came what looked like something cutting the air across the White Warrior. The wind and the clouds seemed to stop. The Red Baron appeared in front of the White Warrior, several feet in front of her. In his hands was the Spirit Sword, glowing proudly and with the sharp crimson color.

 

The Red Baron could only look down. He appeared to be sad and almost afraid. He let a tear fall. Without facing the White Warrior, he spoke to her.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

That was when a large gash sprouted from the White Warrior's side, she white garments turned red with the blood spilling from her side. The White Warrior, still in shock, fell to her knees and then flat on her front.

 

The Red Baron turned and walked toward her. As he came closer, the White Warrior could be heard talking to herself, seemingly ashamed and delirious.

 

“Why? How could that red brat beat me? What drives him farther than I? Have I not been training for all my life for battle, for power, for glory, only to be beaten by this “Red Baron,” this city kid?”

 

She saw the foot of the Red Baron near her. She closed her eyes.

 

“Take my life, already. I have been defeated fair and square and I now on longer serve a purpose in this world. My time is now. I am useless to this world.

But before she knew it, the Red Baron was now carrying her, walking toward the inside of the wrecked dojo. She was in a slight shock, still so out of it that she wasn't sure if anything was anything. But she still tried to speak.

 

“But why? Why are you helping me after all I have done to you? What cause do I have to live for that you would take pity on my pathetic being?”

 

The Red Baron did not slow down in his step and kept walking toward the dojo, answering her.

 

“I could sense your heart, your intentions, your calling. You are not who your portray yourself to be. I can most definitely feel that. It is not your time. I know that without even sensing it. What I felt was something different from what I have felt in anybody since I have achieved these powers. Letting you die, that's not on my to-do list.”

 

The White Warrior was stunned beyond reckoning. He had just tried to kill this boy and all of a sudden, he was helping her, helping her and saying things that like he was her mother. It was a moment of understanding and gratitude, two things that until that moment she had never learned. So many years of all the hate for the world and the grudge upon the Earth all seemed to be such a waste now, seeing that all that she believed was wrong in so many ways.

 

But before she could give her gratitude and thanks for the Red Baron, she was out, consumed by the moment and the pain. The Red Baron took her in and helped her to recover.