Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Facing One's Past ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own any of the original DBZ/GT characters, but I do own some of the others, so no taking.

Ages
-Trunks: 21
-Bra: just did turn 18
-Pan: 18
-Goten: 20
-Uub: 19
-Marron: just did turn 17



“Hello Panny, its nice to see you again,” his voice was like a cold bucket of water, sending shivers of complete dread creeping up and down my spine.

Shuttering, my head pounding with the sound of my own heartbeat, I looked behind me wearily. There he was, his face smirking as ever. His skin still gleamed like a metallic metal on a warm summer’s day. His eyes were as cold as the day he had come into my life for the very first time.

The only difference seemed to be the ensemble he was wearing. He had a long dark cape that flowed down to the heels of his large feet. His tail swirled out around the material, revealing the gruesome appendage to my sight. His appearance was much like the Saiyan armor that Vegeta insisted on wearing in every sparring match. The armor was black with some purple mixed in amongst it. The main body of it was silver, the glistening material actually looking like the real mineral. And, on his right side, at the very top, was a beautifully designed golden symbol.

The symbol was a large capital ‘S’, a sharp, feathered arrow shooting out behind it. Two large circles swirled around it, like a makeshift axis on which the letter would rotate. Gleaming in the moon’s glow, I could swear that the tiny object was in fact the real deal. His gloved hands were the same silver and black that was fluent throughout the outfit, the boots upon his ugly feet the same hues.

Startled at first, I looked around frantically. Was there no one to help me? His power was strong, in fact, stronger than what I recalled four years ago. Glaring hatefully, I slid into my stance that I knew well. Knees bent, arms out in front of me, fists bared. I was completely ready, hopefully, for whatever he would decide to throw my way.

“What are you doing here, Freeza?” my voice was harsh as I whispered out my question, he wasn’t supposed to be here, he was supposed to be dead.

“Dear little Pan, did you think you could escape ? The others failed to get rid of me, and in this, they have sealed their fate, as well as yours,” his voice was cruel as ever, his lifeless eyes betraying his macho look.

“I don’t think so Freeza, my fate is not sealed, at least not to you,” growling out, I glared with contempt at his stupid smirk.

“You are still nothing but a child, girl. And no one is here to save you,” his words hit home, I had only gone to the first level, could I really defeat something with such a great power.

Shooting forward, my cobalt eyes watching my target, I made the first attack. Without even trying to dodge me, Freeza took the punch straight to his jaw, his head only going back slightly. Jumping backwards out of his reach, I breathed deeply and warily, watching his stature for any response.

Cracking his neck disgustingly, Freeza turned about, and looked straight at my face. Chuckling, the demon flexed his bulging muscles tauntingly. His quiet laughter soon turned much louder and obnoxious. Frowning, I looked on with worry as his neck snapped one more time, and a tiny stream of blood flowed from his mouth, but nothing more.

“Pitiful. Four years, and that’s all you got,” his voice teased me, taunted me to show my true power. But if I did, and he was still stronger, that would only be admitting my failure.

Growling, I powered up as far as I could with out transforming further, and awaited his next move. I wouldn’t make the mistake of going first again.

Smirking, and powering up himself, Freeza disappeared, or fazed out, right before my eyes. Searching for where he would go, slipping out of my stance, I looked around frantically for where he had gone. Everything was completely silent, not even the occasional hoot of a nearby owl.

Eyes widening, I could hear the whoosh of air right before the attack hit. Freeza had went directly behind me, the attack hitting me square in the back, burning the cloth of my cloths and forming red blotches all over my skin. Burning, it felt like a hot flame had been directly put upon my bare skin.

Falling forward, my legs giving out from under me, I fell to the ground with a great thud. Sliding a ways, I felt my muscles tremble. Grunting, my arms underneath me, I tried to rise once again. Finding it quite difficult, I concluded that I had no other choice, and with a great howl, a greater power swirled around my being.

Things caught on fire from the sudden outburst of energy. Standing, my fists balled, I prepared my hurt body for the final battle with the great monster. Smirking, I watched the momentary fear cross his face, I had the same eyes of any Super Saiyan, the same eyes that destroyed him first.

Launching himself forward into a blind attack, he aimed for my stomach, thinking he would hit me hard, and destroy what he called a pest. His eyes were blinded by his rage, his body rigid and uncontrolled like it was before. Stepping aside quickly, I watched his hand miss, and with quick movement, grabbing his arm, I threw him over my left shoulder.

Soaring through the air, he sped backwards, hitting the various trees with great force, and finally landing in a clearing, several feet away. Clouds of ruble flew into the air from the impact, then the little pieces of earth fell back down like solid rain.

Breathing heavily, I was about to take to the sky when his cynical laughter caused me to halt in my sudden actions.

Turning around, I met his eyes of fire. His face was twisted with malice, with hatred. Stepping backward, my feet trembling, I searched for a way out, an escape. Turning about, still powered up, I ran for the cover of the woods, the boring of his eyes still on the back of my head.
Trees passed by as I ran full force in the darkness. Leaves swirled and danced about her feet in magical colors of browns and golds. The old dirt path was well worn with plants growing over. Cracks were all over the dirt ground, little lines that reached out and stretched for your feet, hoping to drag you down.

Animals were quiet as usual, no owls, bats, or other nocturnal creatures about. The moon shone down on my form, lighting the area around me slightly. Along with the moon, my aura lit my path, allowing me to see without falling onto the dirt and rocks.

I could hear his mocking movement, prowling about amongst the foliage, chasing his prey. Growling, more at myself than anything, I ran towards a nearby cliff that seemed to reach the heavens. Its ragged figure stood well above any tree in the entire forest.

Reaching the base, I looked up at the tall structure with a sort of awe. A twig snapped, officially snapping me out of my daze of sorts. Flying to the top of the tall rock formation, I hid behind a nearby rock. Bushes sat on the sides of it, covering me further from view of the evil tyrant that chased me vigorously.

Peeking out from behind the great boulder, I watched the beast land upon the topped off mountain. The plateau stood hundreds of feet from the tops of the trees, everything could be seen.

Smiling, he looked at where I hid, and lifting up his index finger, a strong beam of energy flew forth, demolishing the rock and blowing it to tiny pieces. The force of the attack threw me backwards, over the remnants of the things behind. Hitting the ground, I slid back fast. I could feel the edge of the cliff once I had stopped.

Thanking Dende for not sending me over the edge, I tried to stand to my feet. Muscles aching I realized how powerful the beam had actually been. My jeans were ripped, a scrape on the knee, blood poured onto the ground, streams of the substance soaking into the denim.

Sneering in disgust, I looked back up at the smirking figure. His face was cold and hard, but with the evident appearance that he was clearly amused. Growling, I prepared myself once again, I wasn't going to be able to get help, it was just impossible.

Cackling, his hand raised again, and a series of small balls of hot pink energy shot out from his hand. Jumping into the air I tried to dodge and block the attacks, but they kept coming. Hundreds of the beams shot at my body, tearing, ripping, scarring. Screaming, I felt my body go numb, the nerves in my body frying and sizzling from the constant, unbearable warmth.

The ground came fast, and the rocks stuck viciously into my back. Imprints of the minerals stuck in my back like tiny needles. Cringing, I felt the constant aching of my limbs lessen and lessen, into a quiet dark oblivion.
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Freeza smiled, she was out cold. All was going well, all was going as was planned. Now, the only one he had to deal with was the one with lavender hair, and he would be another job altogether.

Watching her raven locks blow in the breeze, the smell of her salty blood drifting to his nose, a faint glow of sort surrounded her body. Blinding, glaring at him, making him retreat from his position. Horror struck eyes watched the event. No. It couldn’t be.

The blue light shone from within her being, not out. Her eyes snapped open, the orbs missing; all was that same sky hue. Her skin looked like ice, something you could reach out and touch and feel the bitterness from. Shivering inwardly, Freeza prepared himself, to stop the force before it awoken.

Jumping into the air, he raced to her floating body, hoping, praying to stop her before she came back. Her power was growing by the minute, doubling by her original strength already.

Reaching her form, he wrapped his hand around her small, fragile neck, squeezing the life away. His body laughed in triumph, expecting that her breath would soon still. Astonishingly, a rare sort of burning sensation started in his hand, causing Freeza to grimace in slight pain. The steady heat grew stronger and stronger by the second, and soon his entire appendage was in flames, burning the flesh away from the muscle.

Screaming in pain, he retracted, watching as the entire arm caught into flames, burning and scalding away. Squirming on the ground, the alien tried to put out the constant fire. Frightened after the searing feeling ebbed away, he looked at wear the limb would be, and to his horror, right at the shoulder, blood dripped off of pieces of hanging muscle and flesh, the tiny drips splashing to the ground. The bone stuck out, the only reminder of the arm that was once there.

Looking at the female with rage, he watched as her body came back to life. Her eyes clearing, but the power remaining, all would not be well.
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I felt my body reawaken, coming back to the way it should be. Shaking my head back and forth, I felt an unknown feeling surge throughout me. Making me feel more alive than ever before. An unknown aura flowed out from my person, emitting a powerful energy that I did not recognize as my own.
Looking in front of me, I saw the evil tyrant standing, wheezing from pain at his missing arm. Frowning, I wondered idly what had occurred, and why hadn't he attacked while I was prone?

The power I felt was indescribable. I could literally see the waves on waves of energy flowing from the tips of my fingers. Flexing my fingers, I could feel the muscles strengthen considerably, stretching to my accommodation.

Frowning, I noticed the light shade of blue that was flowing from my head. A great, long, mane of sky colored strands. They fell in great heaps down my shoulders and onto my back. Tiny curls accommodated the ends, making them flow gracefully in the night’s wind.

Looking down at my clothes, I noticed that the ripped material of earlier had long since disappeared from my body. In their place was a long flowing gown of white. Blue scarfs adorned the bleached material, outlining where my neck was.

Long sleeves fell against my arms, slim at the shoulder, then becoming quite large at the wrist. One spiral, golden, ring adorned my middle finger of each hand. Upon my feet, were a pair of white fighting boots; one’s that, surprisingly, fit well with the attire.

Smirking, I looked at the slightly befuddled alien. Blood still oozed from his open wound, the bone sticking out horrendously from the shoulder, and tiny pieces of skin and muscle dangling from the red stained skeletal fragment.

Turning up my nose in disgust, I watched with mild interest as his face changed to a slight reddish hue. His eyes locking with mine, and a heated wave of anger flowing between us two bodies. His sour face scrunching up even more, showing his clearly disapproval of my transformation. Wondering idly what had exactly happened while I had entered the land of unconsciousness, I watched his power rise to its full potential, his mind planning to finish this for good.

Once again charging at me, completely out of blind rage, Freeza shot energy blast after energy blast at my body. Putting up a sphere shield, I watched as the tiny blasts bounced off of the protecting barrier. Dust and dirt circled around the energy field, distracting my line of vision from the evil figure that wanted my demise.

The debris swirled about the shield; twisting and turning about, then joining back together in the back of me, only to rush away in the natural and energy breezes. Some rocks came and smacked down against the blue barrier, bouncing off like tiny balls that a mere child would play with.

Attacks dying down, the mass of swirling objects ceasing, a faint fog of particles floated in the air. A dark silhouette amongst it all, in the same place he had been when last seen. His hand was still outstretched, palm forward, almost as if trying to block anything that came his way. His breath was ragged, the careless use of power draining him greatly.

Growling at his incompetence, I let the barrier diminish, disappearing like it had never been. Frowning, I watched as his head bowed, almost in acceptance of his fate. Pity filled my soul, begging me for forgiveness for his wicked crimes and deeds. The humanity in me calling to me to walk away from the battle, and let him repent for his sins. But the darkness in my heart telling me to exact revenge, to make him pay for the countless lives that were sacrificed carelessly under his order.

With the war raging on within me, the body of the elder being fell to the ground in exhaustion, the flow of his life’s fluid having yet to cease. With sympathy filled eyes, I strolled to his knelt figure, watching his torn torso as I walked.

Reaching him, I knelt down, still wary of his trickery. My knees bent, I stared into his eyes as best I could, trying to discern if he spoke the truth or a falsehood. Placing a gentle hand on his weathered shoulder, I tenderly smiled and stood once more.

“Do it, kill me, I deserve nothing less,” his voice croaked with emotion, my own eyes seemingly watering at his confession.

“I will spare you Freeza, but in return you must repent for the lives you have slaughtered over the countless years,” he nodded his head in acceptance, signaling his total defeat.

Nodding in approval, I lifted in the air, the wind feeling strange with the now much longer blue locks. The stinging of the atmosphere racing around me made my cheeks redden, and my now ocean orbs to water. Happy with my decision I had made only moments before, I allowed my once well collected guard to drop into oblivion.

“You stupid monkey, now die!” his voice reached my very alert ears, turning swiftly around, I cried out in anguish. I had been foolish.

The strongest attack that his weak body could muster was sent my way. A giant ball of pink energy raced to my stunned figure, stretching, hoping to tear me from my living body. The scalding energy consumed me, desperately striving to pull the living flesh and meat from my bones.

As soon as it had come, it had dissipated from existence. Burning up into the oxygen around us, disappearing forever as if it had never been. Tears strolled down my smudged cheeks, crying for the deception, weeping for the darkness of his soul, mourning for where he would going in his afterlife.

Emotions raging wild, I watched in almost horror as a bright light surrounded me, blue flames dancing about with their routine of certain death. Instincts running amuck, my mind no longer consciously controlling my body, I watched as the flames stretched out, and the eyes of him widening considerably.

Staring with a sick fascination, I watched his eyes roll back into his head, the eyes lids flitting about wildly. His mouth opening wide, his tongue flat against the bottom of his reddish hued mouth. A horrific howl of ultimate pain sounded cruelly from his opened throat, and emitting passed his caked lips. Arms thrashing about, I watched as he clutched his sides, streams of blood creeping out from the pores of his body.

Falling to his side, and rolling about, the pool of sticky red liquid growing in quantity, he absently pleaded for his life. Though wanting to grant this request, even after his deception, there was no stopping the inevitable. Gurgling, the blood seeped from his mouth, out of his mouth, and down his cheek, dripping onto his stubbily neck.

Giving one last cry of anguish, the fragile body gave up the struggle, giving into the all consuming feeling. Bulges of sorts popped out against him, pushing, striving to become free of the containment. Twitching, a bright light shot forth from within his body, tearing, ripping, stretching to no end. Bursting, the solid parts of his body turned into sparkling particles that blew in the wind, carried away unto the horizon.

Falling to the ground, my hair shrank in length, coming to only to half way down my arm instead of to my ankles. The once wavy strands returning to their original straight, the shade returning to the Son family’s trade mark color. Cobalt eyes came forth, overtaking that of the sky hues. Clothing came back to what I had originally been wearing. Blood stained jeans, ripped in several places, but where once blood flowed freely, the skin was unmarred. Tennis shoes returned to their shape, the soiled colors mixing in with that of the ensemble. My black shirt was still scorched on the back, but no burns showed on my now unwounded back.

Extremely weak, I bent over, my hands flat against the ground, my knees supporting my weight, almost as if I was trying to play animals like when I was young. My air, which had previously been in a bandana, now flowed freely over my shoulder, framing my smudged and dirtied face. Scrunching my fist tighter, the dirt giving under the pressure, I watched the tiny marks of my finger.

The wind blew, blowing the trees, and bring forth the nightlife that had so recently disappeared into the night. Shaking my head, I tried to remove myself from my position, but the overwhelming feeling of my own hands destroying a fellow creature formed a gaping hole in my spirit, in my soul.

Splattering of what felt like raindrops fell onto my head, and the rest of my body. Looking up into the sky, I found that no clouds gathered in the heavens above my head. Looking back down at where my clenched hands lied, I watched the liquid form small puddles over the rutted ground. Tears fell down, the realization of the horrible reality dawning on my groggy mind. The substance that fell freely upon the Earth was sticky, red, blood. Freeza’s blood.
Letting out a great howl of misery, of complete aguish, I let the tirade of water freely wash over my face. My stomach clenching, knotting, I felt the pain stab through me roughly, sharply, tearing me apart. The emotional torture was worse than any pain I had ever felt in my life, all because of one tyrant’s death. And I had a feeling, that this was only the first of many.

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A/N: Happy Independence Day! Oh, and guess what everyone, I got my first Inuyasha manga for my birthday. Yep, since 7/1/05, I’ve been fifteen years old. YAY! See ya!

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