Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Red Baron ❯ The Struggles Begin ( Chapter 18 )

The Red Baron

 

The Struggles Begin

 

Several days after it all started, the powers, the enemies, the girl, The Red Baron was on the verge of losing it. So much had happened and was happening that he realized that he had not taken any time to suck it all up…until now.

 

He sat outside in the backyard of his master's home, which was his place of training. It was almost completely surrounded by trees and the very essence of life and the Earth itself. Master Janus had used this place as his own personal refugee away from the dojo, but now that it was destroyed, it would also serve as the training place for Josh and the Red Baron.

 

Yet, even in the peaceful place, the Red Baron still could not easily shack off what had happened. He had been blessed with such great powers, but given such a burden of responsibility. Not to mention he had been nearly killed twice, and been helped by and attacked by some girl who says she's been protecting the necklace around his neck for years!

 

With all this, Carlos, not The Red Baron, was frightened and unsure of himself. He felt as if he was indeed the wrong person, the wrong chosen, just like Vanessa said. And why was it that Vanessa was so interested in him losing his necklace?

 

But above all, The Red Baron felt unworthy. It was like he never deserved this necklace. That he could never use it. And worse, what if he made a mistake, what if he failed at this responsibility? What would that mean for everyone he cares about?

 

The Red Baron took of his necklace and through it to the ground.

 

“You stupid necklace! Why did you have to pick me?”

 

Of course, the necklace simply lay there, unmoving, almost hidden in the grass. The wind picked up a little and the Red Baron's partially overgrown hair waved in it.

 

The Red Baron picked up the necklace and stood up again, holding the necklace a few inches from his face, looking down at it.

 

“Why me? Don't you think I had a nice life before now?”

 

The Red Baron had to admit, actually, that it wasn't all that swell before. He was beaten almost to death before the necklace came and that wasn't all of it. His only real friend was Josh, Devyn and Dawn were friends, too, but not the same. After that, no one else except family and Master Janus. That's all he had. And what little he had was no one the line because some dead guy thought this would look nice around his neck.

 

Driven to anger, the Red Baron decided to let out a little steam. Powering up, a faint red glow surrounding him, he began to float slowly a few inches into the air. His blue jeans and video game logo shirt waved around as his energy create a vortex around him.

 

The Red Barn focused on an image in front of him. Pretending it was some enemy, the Red Baron began to shadow box. He began with a few short punches in front of him. Then he imagined a situation and countered with a roundhouse kick.

 

Only after a couple a minutes, The Red Baron focus was being lost. All of a sudden, he not only lost his focus, but himself. He began to power up even more and violently attacked the air in front of him. His pervious thoughts were now enraging him and his emotional struggle was now out of control.

 

With every hard breath, he probably attacked several hundred times or so. Soon, the energy he was generating was running hard into the surrounding tree. If he were any closer to his Master's home, it probably would have been torn to pieces.

 

At first, the Red Baron realized that he was going a bit far but even then, his realization was lost to him. It was as if his body was there and his mind elsewhere.

 

The Red Baron was easily out of control. He began to move around the entire area, disappearing one instance and re-appearing the next. He even began to his objects like the ground and small boulders. The ground shook and the rocks exploded.

 

Then, with one final yell, the Red Baron sped to his left and through a gruesome punch. But suddenly he stopped. The wind died down. It just all stopped. In front of him, Vanessa was standing there, unflinching and looking into the Red Baron. His fist was but an inch from her face.

 

The Red Baron finally snapped out of it and in realizing where he was and what he was doing, jumped back quickly and landed on his two feet, swiftly. The Red Baron looked around and saw the damage he had done, it was as if that army he fought the other day had taken a walk here, only the Red Baorn was the one who did the walking.

 

He looked up at Vanessa, the White Warrior, and held his panic.

 

 

Vanessa looked on at the Red Baron and the destruction that he had created. She had sensed his power growing as she made her way here. Of course, the power became uncontrollable and soon he flew off in that direction.

 

As she flew there in those few short moments, her gray sweat pants and white tank top with gray windbreaker, like some jogger, she review memories in her mind.

 

She had sensed that there was more to the Chosen than meets the eye. The necklace had indeed chosen its new master but from what she could feel, it was a master of rage and taint. She could only ask herself what fate had done to create such a situation.

 

She new that in general, the necklace was a very tainted object and was most likely forged by some evil force beyond either the so-called Red Baron or the Dark Lord, now know as the Dark Baron. She knew that the original, according to verbal history, had eventually conquered the taint and used the power to seal away the Dark Baorn. Of course, this also lead to the hero's death.

 

As the White Warrior approached the scene, she knew that as much as she despised her position, she would have to train the Red Baron to control the power and taint of the necklace, just as her mother and grandmother had taught her to control her own powers.

 

She landed just as the Red Baron came to her and began some random attack. She had no time to react. And yet, before she could think of anything to do, she already knew what to do. She put her trust in him and stood there. Before she realized what she had decided, The Red Baron stopped his attack

 

As The Red Baron back away, Vanessa was not sure what to make of her gut instinct. Even so, this was not the time to think on it. She walked up to the Red Baron.

 

“Do you realized, Baron, what you are doing?”

 

The Red Baron was frozen not only by the question, but by his own fear: the fear that he had been taken away from his very being long enough to cause such destruction.

 

Vanessa realized this and continued to speak.

 

“I can't say I've felt what you're feeling right now but I know of ways to help you. I have been trained in this, Baron. This has been my life. MY life has been waiting for this moment. The moment in which I must help you, whether or not I feel it is right or not.”

 

The Red Baorn looked at her with compassion and understanding. He knew that she could help him. After all, was this not her duty as she put it? Yet, the fear kept within him, no matter what comfort the White Warrior gave.

 

Vanessa explained to him the situation. He told him of the taint of the necklace and how she will help him conquer it.

 

“You have to be willing to work with me, Baron. So I must become your new master, as you could put it.”

 

The Red Baron gave a small grin.

 

“You're the one who wanted to kill me and NOT work with me in the first place, remember?”

 

The White Warrior did not take the joke well.

 

“Listen, Baron, we have work to do. Don't forget that their still out there and they are getting ready right now to get the both of us and that damn necklace around your fucking neck!”

 

And so, the training had begun. The White Warrior had to introduce him to some new mental and physical exercises that will enable to better control his power and ultimately be a much more effective fighter.

 

Don't forget that their still out there and they are getting ready right now to get the both of us and that damn necklace around your fucking neck! Those words rang in his ears. He knew what she was talking about all too well. Though she could not feel it or know of it, the other thing that the Red Baron fear was the Dark Baorn himself.

 

His powers had allowed him to feel one extra thing no one else could, just how powerful the Dark Baron was. And in comparing himself to the Dark Baron, the Red Baron had no hope at all. The worst of it, he knew that the Dark Baorn could sense all this as well. The Dark Baron was ready to kill him.

 

 

As a new day rose, The Dark Baron and Kane made their way out of the abandoned warehouse. Kane a bit behind his master and was speaking to him.

 

“And you wish that I wait there, master?”

 

The Dark Baron gave a small, muffled laugh.

 

“Yes, Kane. The time has come. You will wait there and I promise you, the Red Baron will be there and you will be the honored to bring me his head! I would also like the girl as well, alive. I haven't had a taste in millennia!”

 

Kane could only laugh at his master joke and with that said Kane blasted off into the sky and headed in the direction and position his master had given him.

 

The Dark Baron slowly powered up and began to move into the air. With his dark aura bursting from within him, he began to move in the direction of the city. With him were two of his soldiers. The Dark Baron was filled with what he called delicious thoughts.

 

Soon, we will see what the Chosen is capable of. He will be mien and after him, the world is ripe for the taking like such a dark harvest. Soon, I will have the world that was promised me and I will regain the powers of darkness that bind me.

 

The Dark Baron began to shout to his minions with great pride and happiness, a joy that can only be found within evil itself.

 

“Come, my soldiers. Today, you feast on the blood and flesh the humans while I dine on the very power that protects them. Soon, we will have what is ours, and I will own what is rightfully mine. Let the test begin!”