Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ The War Has Begun ( Chapter 17 )

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

A/N: Hello everyone, I have once again set a goal for myself, whether I can reach it or not is a whole other ordeal. I plan to have this story done my Christmas. I can almost guarantee that this story will be over in the year 2005. Also, on another note, there is a sequel to this story. Um, it will not come out directly after this one, but it will happen, so please be patient. So, all the answers you don’t get in this story, will appear in the sequel. I hope you all can bear with me, I know I’m bad at updating, but school is hell. We usually get three hours of homework a night, but I’ve also got to worry about a book report twice a quarter, and a current event report once a month. Thank you for listening to my ramblings.


Enjoy!

“Oh no,” the hushed whisper echoed throughout the still night air, my grandmother’s paling complexion illuminated brilliantly in the ink of night.

The storm had long ago ceased, leaving it completely dark to our sight. She was hiding, creeping along the outskirts of the yard, watching us intently from her hidden position. She was trying to plan her attacks, precisely enough that it could wipe us all out, well, that’s wasn’t going to happen.

Powering up, I felt the transformation take place, and a far off look appeared in my eyes, my power sweeping outwards. Lifting my hand to the timber line several yards away, I felt the energy form in my palm, before it released and brought the creature out of her hiding spot.

“You bitch, how dare you cause me to bleed!” her face was scrunched, her fangs hanging over her bottom lip while her growl echoed everywhere.

Crouching, I waited for her next move. Her breaths were labored, her eyes full of fierce pride that threatened to get the better of her. I could feel the arrogance radiating off her small form in giant waves. She was used to being the best, superior to all other life forms, a ruler that needed to fall.

Digging my feet into the ground, everything and everyone around me seemed to disappear. My entire attention drawn to the one before me. Her eyes, so pained, yet so empty at once. She had more than likely been dealt several hardships within her life, and been forced to face them alone with no shoulder to lean upon.

Our battle started off slow, the others within my group wishing to take over, though I decidedly declined. I did not need them in this fight, I did not need the risk upon their stature. I did not want them to become injured, and then not be able to help me later on.
Emotions swirled, and nerves were at end, problems arose and fell before my eyes, swirling into a large mass that would not recede and let me pass. Colliding and morphing into one solid that was impenetrable to any force. My mind was hazy, fogged over with a cloud that sailed too low, that hovered above the floor.

My mind was elsewhere, the sickening pain of her fist upon my jaw sent me flying, and brought me back to the task at hand. Blue prints and violet lined my jaw, the tender flesh burning with fire as it spread across my mandible. Inching further upwards until it could be felt at the corner of my eye.

Scowling, I stood, contemplating where to turn. She would not let me run, not let us take this where innocents could not be harmed. She would think it hysterical to watch the humans of Earth die by her unholy hands. To see each civilian fall in a crumpled heap, gasping and choking on their own blood as their worlds turned black.

Staring into her endless eyes, the deep hollows of the endless cave, I watched as a flash of something passed through them. Hatred, malice, and a deep longing, a deep, saddened sorrow. I felt empathy, but only slightly, for nothing could condone for the murder she had committed in her life. Nothing could repay the debt that she owed to all of living kind.

Minions filled the skies above, and the other Saiyans found something to occupy themselves with. Goku and Vegeta soon transformed, their tails lashing in anger as the energy spiraled around them in giant waves. Gohan and Goten went to level two, their hair turned golden and eyes of turquoise. Piccolo was on his way, I could feel his energy racing toward our area, he must of felt the power as well.

Taking a lingering breath, I knew this could be difficult, she was stronger than Freeza had been. She was more cunning, more deceitful than that beast as well, and less pitiful. She would not beg for her survival, would not resort to such lows for her pride forbade her do such a thing. Wouldn’t allow her, no matter the desperation, to belittle her figure, she would die with her head held high.

I knew she had yet to power up, for her figure was of low energy, and I knew she was capable of much more. Fear took over, I was frightened, frightened of what she could really do, frightened to see how strong she really was. The deep sense of something horrid beneath her surface told me so, and I was shaken to think that I must confront the monster that she hid.

Blue locks obscured my vision, all others fell away from my sight as we met each other in the middle, teeth bared, and fist striking. Our knuckles cracked under the pressure, and blood fell in between my fingers and dripped onto the green grass. Staining it a hideous color, marking it as the site from which the future of this world would be decided.

Kicking towards her face, I was unhumorously surprised to find a forearm blocking me from hitting her cheek. Grabbing a hold of my ankle, I felt her twist it, the joint cracking under the pressure, and pain shooting up my nerves. Gritting my teeth, and slashing my tongue to keep my voice in line, I felt completely helpless to her power. Her arms strengthened once more, I saw my world start to spin as I was shot into the air.

Regaining my senses, I shot a series of ki blasts off towards her as I further spiraled out of control. Yellow balls of energy flew down, and would of hit if she had not fazed out before my eyes, and away from the destination of the attacks. The ten missiles hit the ground, dirt and rock flying off from the point of impact, and slicing through the air.

Landing by the ancient swing set, I looked around hurriedly, wondering what I would do, she had yet to transform, and already I was getting beat. Planting my feet, I glared as a shape materialized through the falling debris, forming into the shape I despised. Shooting off into the air, I once again faced the great peril of my home.

Watching her with keen eyes, I noticed a swift flash before a current of air was shoved into my chest. Choking with lack of air, I doubled over, coughing and spitting as blood flew from my lips. Fear clenched at me, for I knew that the attack had not made me bleed internally, and knowing so, I quickly covered it up.

If anyone knew my secret, knew why I hid behind corners, knew why I hacked and heaved in the mornings, they would take me away from this. They would pull me under their arms, protect me like the little girl, their little Pan-Chan, I had once been. I no longer cared about my future, no longer worried about tomorrow, I lived for right now, I lived for this.

I felt pain shoot up my spin as I was knocked to the ground by her fist, smashing me into the rocks with suck force I was sure I would die on the spot. Twisting around, I instant transmissioned behind her, and got the my first hit on her. She flew through the tree, its sturdy branches stopping her, protruding into skin and digging deep into the muscle.

A small victory was won, but many more had to come, or it was over for me. I could see the rage boil deep from her, and with a mighty scream, I was shoved backwards by her power alone. She had transformed, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

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Trunks was bored, the prince inside of him raging to be released. He could sense Pan’s despair, sense her helplessness, yet he knew he could not go to her. Takakazu would awake, and then there would be no hope for his struggling mate. So, as the minutes ticked by, the prince of all Saiyans was forced to sit upon the neatly made bed, and wonder the end of the battle.

Sanako, the one the deceased prince had loved, was now fighting the one he loved, and ultimately, he would be as well. Trunks almost hoped, in away, he would, for if he didn’t, that meant she would have to perish against the alien.

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“This is really quite tiring,” the great Lord Gyousei sat upon his throne, looking disdainfully down at the floating bubble upon which the scenes of the battle played forth. “Maybe that Saiyan girl is too weak to defeat her.”

“Don’t be silly, the fight has only begun, its going to take more than brute strength to beat this one, that female is going to have to use her mental capabilities as well,” Sumika intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing his hand in a quiet reassurance. “Don’t worry, all will work out as we wish it too.”

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“Mom, what are you doing?” Bra touched her stomach, gently rubbing, trying to calm down the small babe in her womb.

“Yes Bulma, there’s a fight going on outside and all you can think about is finding one of your machines!” Chi Chi glared daggers at her friend, the woman before her showing incompetence in her opinion.

“I know, I know, but I just need to find my communicator,” Bulma searched in vain, she needed to speak to Vegeta, it didn’t matter what Pan said, she was in serious trouble.

“Really Bulma, I would feel better if we were...” Videl took a step back, fear evident on her pale features as the now irate woman before her turned around.

“I know! I know! But I have matters to attend too! Now if you will please just shut up, I should be done shortly!” Bulma stomped down the hall, still searching, hoping to find the missing device.

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Her punch hit my face causing me to go sliding backwards, and my lip to bleed profusely. The bitter taste of the substance caused me to cringe and to raise my fists once more. Her sardonic smile made me ire even more, the rage to boil even more beneath my skin. She mocked me with every fiber of her being, I couldn’t touch her, and she knew it, and I knew it. She was far more superior in strength than my own, but there had to be some way, some possible conclusion to the problem.

Sanako raced forward once more, leaving me only time to block her next punch which was directed at my chin. Deflecting her attack, I shot my fist out as well, only for it to be caught by her hand, followed then by her squeezing until I felt my knees start to buckle. And as I thought that she would throw her fist towards me once more, I felt her shin connect with my stomach, and I doubled over.

Coughing, I felt the world spin round, felt the wind teeter me, and I felt the sickening stench of my bile working its way up my throat. Before I could retch upon the ground, I was hurled backwards once more, my back slamming into the house’s walls, and the cement giving way under the impact.

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Vegeta looked to the side of him, watching the others fight against the enormous creations that had decided to distract them. These things felt no pain, though they were relatively weak, and so were able to get back up after every punch. Every ki blast that they sent forth only sent these things spiraling to the ground, and then to rise once more.

The king of Saiyans watched with horror at the battle that went on beneath their hovering forms. That strange woman held such power, such enormous strength that it overwhelmed his pupil without thought. Pan was strong, stronger than him, though he would never admit it to any other, and yet there she was, doubled over in pain as another kick sent her flying.

Things were not looking good, and Vegeta couldn’t help but wonder, could this really be it? Was his life upon this planet over? Had these beings actually won?
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Goku kicked out once more at the large mass before him, sending him spiraling into the distance, several miles away. But, as soon as one was sent away, another one shot up to take his place. There purple skin was thick, so much so, that it acted as an impenetrable armor that not even he could break.

Growling in annoyance, the great warrior hit the monster in the jaw, crunching the bone that resided beneath that skin. But, alas, no bone stuck out, it all hung uselessly like a sack with small valuables hiding in it. It swung back and forth in a sickening fashion, and though it should be in a great amount of pain, it only smirked back.

Dreading this, the hero of Earth was finally feeling that there was nothing that could be done, he was giving up hope. He had defeated Vegeta, when he had wanted this planet dead, back before they had become allies. He had beat Cell and all the other androids, though he had died in the process, he had still won. He had conquered the mighty Freeza, when he had finally gained his new abilities. Buu had fell under his power, and others followed. But, he feared, this was one war that he would not come back from, that he could not win.

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Goten looked warily at the home behind him, within those walls hid his mate, carrying his pup or pups. He had to protect them, had to keep them safe from any danger, especially this danger which had presented itself uninvited. Growling, a deep sense of hatred welled in his chest, these people were trying to harm his race, his family.

Just when things were started to play out in his favor, someone was trying to take it away from him, someone was trying to take away his future, and he would not have it. He would not let them harm his mate, his unborn child, they were his, and what was his would remain so. Goten refused to let his niece loose her chance at happiness, he would not let his best friend forever be lost in a world of darkness. He wouldn’t have it, he just wouldn’t!

Anger, rage, he was irate, and he didn’t care, he was letting it all go. Power surged around Goten’s body, enhancing every fiber that wasn’t already stretched to the maximum. Leaves and dirt swirled around his being, twisting and turning in a small vortex as the wind’s momentum picked up once more.

Yelling his rage into the night sky, his desperate cry to the heaven’s, Goten ascended to the next level.

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Gohan looked to the right, his mouth hanging open in surprise, there was his little brother, and a new found power was emitting from every pore of his body. He had gone to a height that was new to him, and the ire pouring from him made Gohan wonder what had set him off so much.

Receiving a blow to the shoulder, Gohan glared hatefully at the ogre type creature, who seemed to lack any form of brains at all. He was just a minion in a horrible struggle of power. It had no thought, no will to live, it could care less if it died. And, for some strange reason, he felt sorry for this creation, felt pity for such a horrid life it was forced to live.

Shooting off even more, Gohan thought of his oldest daughter down there fighting for her life, and everyone else’s. Thought of how every single dream she had possessed was ripped away from her little by little. He had to see her succeed in the life she had dreamt of since a small child. Since the days of her adventures in his father’s forest, since the days of her adolescence.

Another series of shots were fired off, and with a surprise, one hit the monster on the right heel, sending him to cry out in pain. Astonishment washed its way through his being, for unlike it just deflecting off like everything else, it went into the skin, and in no time at all, that hideous being had turned to dust. Now we’re cooking.

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Piccolo watched with interest as the man he had taught when young sent one of those things to oblivion. And then another followed suit, and everything seemed to click into place. These things only had one weak point, only one spot on their entire body that could be penetrated by an attack. The heel, like Achilles, the heel was the one spot that could drop the creations to the ground, and could turn them into dust.

Stretching his arm out, he hit the one before him, his nails slicing through the skin and tendons. An anguished cry followed forth, but as soon as that uttered across his parched lips, the being exploded in a blast of glittering particles that would have been beautiful if you didn’t know where they came from.
Taking down another, and then another, Piccolo sent out various messages to the fighters, giving them instructions on how to defeat this peril. With this new information, these villains would be vanquished in a matter of seconds. Smirking, the green alien laughed haughtily at the lesser beings, thoroughly enjoying his triumphs.

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I stared up at her mocking form, everything about her radiated immense strength, superiority showing forth. I wanted to rip every strand of hair from her head, I wanted to cause her to bleed, to see the blood pool out upon the ground. I felt inferior, something that did not bode well with me in the least.

Straining every part of my body, I shot before her, ready to end this once and for all. Punch after punch was thrown, and punch after punch was blocked and returned tenfold. Kick after kick I sent forth, aiming for whatever I thought looked vulnerable at the moment. And every kick was returned and stopped in mid air, everything I did she countered and halted without thought.

Growling, my teeth lengthening, I tried my best to stop her onslaught of attacks from hitting my body, but with no luck. Everything seemed to hit its mark, wounding me further, and throwing me further and further backwards. Slamming into the ground, I felt the world swim before my vision like fish in the large sea.

I willed every muscle to react, though they denied my efforts, and ignored my constant beckoning will. Slowly though, I lifted myself from that crater, crawling like some animal upon all fours. I glared hatefully at the ground, my eyebrows knitted together in a permanent scowl. I felt like some commoner bowing before the royalty of a kingdom, like I was bowing before her.

Hatred raged within the pit of my stomach, growing and enlarging every second it could. It gripped me in an embrace that was so secure no hope could be wrenched up to save this thing, this abomination. I tore at the grass, the dirt breaking in my hands, I ignored each rock that embedded into my skin, I forgot all the pain, all the consequences, I only thought of one thing, and one thing only. Her demise.

Retching on the ground, great amounts of blood working its way up my throat, I watched it litter the ground. Its bitter taste remained on my tongue, the stench of it wafting up to my flaring nostrils. Snorting in disgust, I spit once more to rid the remnants of that thick liquid.

Standing upon my two feet, a new resilience came forth, building and strengthening, and the power that now came forth brought me courage. Years from now, I would look upon this moment with a twinge of fear, for I could not think of the people and family I was truly fighting for. I cared not what occurred to them, the only thing that mattered at that moment was her defeat. The only thing that mattered was for me to win this fight, no matter the cost.

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Bulma searched through another pile of mechanical devices that should have been thrown out long ago. Several beeping robots worked hurriedly, searching frantically for what their mistress had ordered them to find. Their little mechanic voices went unheard by the blue haired woman who felt like screaming out in frustration.

Giving up, Bulma lifted something in her hand, ready to hurl it across the room, until, in a swift glance, the communicator appeared in her hand. Why she didn’t just speak to Vegeta telepathically could not be answered, but we must remember that all rational thought had slipped far from view.

Switching the machine on, a whizz of static filled the room, making the other machines quake in irritation. Ignoring their discomfort, Bulma shook the annoying little thing, and hit it for good measure until all distracting noises were cleared from its containment.

“Vegeta, do you read me?” Bulma’s hands shook as she tried to reach her mate, Pan was in terrible danger.

“What is it woman?” Bulma had never before been so happy to hear that gruff voice, well, besides the numerous times she had thought him dead.

“You must keep an eye on Pan, she’s not well,” she could hear her voice crack, the worry clearly set in every note of her speech.

“What are you talking about?” he seemed irritated, and she couldn’t blame him, he was most likely in the middle of defeating some cretin.

“I’m talking about Pan being ill, she’s dying, and will if I don’t get a look at her,” Bulma’s sharp remark was followed by silence on the other side. “Vegeta?”

“There’s nothing I can do, I know what that bastard did to her, I know. But I can’t jump in there and stop her. All thoughts of anything but defeating Sanako is completely gone. I’m sorry,” Vegeta’s voice faded out, static replacing where his voice had once been.’

Bulma choked on her tears as she fell to the ground, her hands trembling as she held her head in her palms. Tears gushed forth with more fervor than before. Trunks, her baby boy, was about to loose his only love, the one he had cherished for so long. The one that was the light to his dark, the only one that could take him from his midnight thoughts.

Bulma could remember the day when Trunks had thought Pan dead, how it had tore him up from the inside out. How he had beat up Goten, how he had been possessed by Freeza, it was all so fresh within her mind. She remembered the deep depression that he had suffered, resulting in the many tattoos, dyed hair, dark clothing, and the pierces to his body. And even after the call that all was well, it still hadn’t meant anything until the day she had showed up on their front porch, alive and well.

And now, after all that heartache, he was about to loose her once more. She knew, now, it would be different from those other times. He wouldn’t go into depression like the other instances, he wouldn’t keep going with his life, trying to cheer up all the others while he suffered alone. For he too, would leave her, leave her alone and cold. He would die as well, her baby boy.

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I felt the nothing anymore, I felt no more pain as each new blow hit home. I felt no hope, no loss, no anger, nothing. I was completely numb to everything that was happening, and the only thing I could see was her, was her swirling hair and that haunting golden mask.

Flying forward, but unlike the other times, my attacks met flesh, and her’s did not. For some odd reason, I had gained speed that I had earlier been lacking a great deal. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, everything easily seen my now keener eyes. Her claws scratched my right cheek, and yet, as the blood ran down, I could only smile. Her torment was growing, and her hopelessness setting in.

Laughing out, I felt the cruel nature that was bred into me rise to the surface. Kicking out, which she easily caught, I shot ten different golden balls of energy at her unsuspecting body. Screeching in surprise, the small energies hit her, dug deep into her skin, burying themselves down deep below her flesh.

Her skinned burn, her blood sizzled as it oozed out from every scratch that her body held. And as she rose, I knew she was in a great amount of pain from which I had dealt her so many blows. I no longer cared if I died, if I didn’t live to see another sunrise, all that mattered was her pain, her anguish.

Several more blasts followed the first round, though she easily dodged them, and headed back to where I hovered. Her eyes blazed with fury at being injured as greatly as she was by someone she despised as much as me. Smiling at her in return, the taunting of that gesture set her over the edge, and that blind rage showed its head once more.

A small beam of pink energy burnt my shoulder and upper arm, slicing through the white kimono like outfit. Scowling, I set forward myself, meeting her halfway, our two forces colliding. Our bodies hit at alarming rates, our eyes glistening in the same way that the other’s did.

I was shoved backwards by her energy shove which I had succumbed to many times by now. Twisting in mid air, I did a round house kick and caught her off guard. Sliding backwards as well, we glared once more from several feet away. Blasts of odd sizes and shapes shot forth meeting one another in the middle and exploding like small fireworks.

A Kamehameha Wave sprouted from my outstretched palms, and with little to no effort, shot forward towards Sanako. Countering my move, she let out another beam, just as powerful as mine, and it came down to push and shove. The two energies collided, sparking and igniting the air in a dance that flickered throughout the night.
The sky was alight with our fierce battle, illuminating every little speck that was normally missed from sight. This new struggle was more than of mental and physical, it came down to a battle of wills. Both our bodies were drained of every energy that you could possibly think of, but neither would let the other win. And with this, the small struggle dwindled, and we were left looking at one another with disdain.

Rushing together once more, and yelling at the top of our lungs, we felt the wind whip our hair and our breaths hitched in anticipation. This day, this moment, would forever be remembered in the lore of the land. The day in which to great warriors rushed together in a last effort to destroy the other. The moment in which the fate of the world was being decided. And the second in which a great light engulfed everything, the clashing of the two beings’ powers coming together and exploding. But who was left standing, or alive in that matter, is left for another segment.

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A/N: I bet you guys thought I was bored with this story. Nope! And the battle is just beginning, get ready for the ride of a lifetime.

Again guys, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting as such, I hope you forgive me, but I am back with a vengeance. In fact I plan to have chapter 18 out before Monday. Or on Monday if I’m not able to proofread it before then. I hope you can all forgive me and still are willing to review this after I have neglected it as such.

On more thing, what do you think is wrong with Pan now? I’m hoping to let the truth be known in the next chapter. I really hope I can hear your opinions.

Next Chapter:
Chapter 18: Vanquished

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