Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ The End's Beginning ( Chapter 20 )

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

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“Trunks?” I felt the blood in my face drain away, the flesh becoming pale and clammy as his hard eyes penetrated my defenses.

The others rushed in, but I took little notice, my hands trembled as I stood, the cold reality washing down upon me. Today, after my wounds had finally been healed, I would fight to end my life, either way I looked at it. His grim expression brought goose bumps to my arms, the warm summer air no longer registering.

Standing before him, silently agreeing, we both walked out the back door, our auras raging with one another. Down deep I knew this was the very final, the very last, time I would ever lay eyes upon him. I knew this, and though it stung slightly, I didn’t feel the numbing sorrow that I had thought would occur. Instead, the exhilaration of another fight soared through my veins, I felt anticipation cloud my vision, and a grin spread across my face.

Moving to the center of the backyard, a befitting sight, I planted my feet on the ground, pulling myself into my famous stance. My fists were held up in front of me in a protective gesture, my posture sure. My feet spread apart, my legs tensing, I felt the cool breeze whip its way over my heated skin, a triumph ringing in my ears.

Smirking, his fangs shining threateningly over his bottom lip, a deep snarl worked its way up Trunks’ throat. His muscles flexed, his hands gripping the air as if a tangible item, squeezing until I was sure nothing, not even the slightest of atoms, could slip in. The eyes of the sea blazed with vengeance, and everyone knew Takakazu would not allow Trunks to slide past anymore.

I felt the ground pulse around me, quiver in excitement as out two auras swirled about us in giant vortexes. They collided, fighting to out weigh the other, to dominate, control, and rip apart the other. The clouds gathered above us, sensing the doom that was sure to befall them all. The air seemed to know all the secrets, for the world turned quiet, and silence prevailed over all the lands that spread over the world. They held their breath, awaiting, silently whispering secrets not meant to be told.

And as the silence continued on, the storm clouds rolling together and strengthening their hold on the sky. Lightning rolled through the air, slicing the oxygen til it dispersed away, and it struck the ground with force. And when the thunder shook the ground, the second bolt of light shining, our two masses rocketed together, a noise so loud that it out did the booms of nature.

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Goku watched his granddaughter, his heart wrenching with each hit she took upon her young body. His breath hitched as she fell to the ground, her hair tangling with the rocks and dirt as it flew out behind her in a whirl of fog. Her skin was drenched in caking mud, her lips cracked and dried, blood slipping from the corner of her mouth.

His coal eyes felt the fear of defeat building strongly in his chest as the sights turned even more grim. The once lavender locks turned a soiled black as Trunks transformed into his Takakazu form. Goku had felt hopeless many time in his life, but never had he let it show, and he wouldn’t now, but the feelings still raced no matter his facade.

He grimaced outwardly as Pan took another dive, her head striking a tree and sending it to the ground, the branches landing upon her arm. Her breath came out in a great gust of air, her black eyes widening as she struggled to move, the stench of her life fluid flowing on the ground.

Goku winced as she wrenched her body free, struggling under the weight of the great mass. Her breaths were erratic as she stood once more, her chest rising and falling. He watched as a small trickle of blood fell from the corner of her lips, sliding down and dripping off her chin. This was too much for her, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop this from happening, no one could.

Goku had never felt so helpless in his life, his little angel, his precious granddaughter was being torn up. He had always known something was different about her, she seemed to mature faster than most, and the bond between the prince and her had even been noticed by his son. And now, several years later, he was faced with the possibility that it his joy would be stolen away from him.

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Chi Chi looked at her mate with curiosity, his intense gaze frightened her from all the hopes and false security she had built around herself. Her eyes clouded as she tried to calm her racing heart, overreacting would not help the fight any, not in the least. But so much was at stake, and she knew that perhaps this would be the end, no more hope, no more of anything.

The breeze from their powers smacked her in the face, opening her eyes to the people that stood numbly beside her. Chi Chi knew that she needed to be strong once again, to be the rock in the sea that rolled. Raising her head once more, she felt for once in her life, she couldn’t be the strong one, she had to be the weak.

Sobbing out loud, and turning on her heel, Chi Chi ran into the mansion, ignoring the worried looks of the others.

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Gohan watched as his mother burst out in tears, her dark eyes clouded with depression as the battle continued on. He felt worry build within him as she rushed into the Briefs’ home, her arms hiding her face from view. He knew of the strain that she put herself through every time something like this occurred, and it was only reasonable that when the time came, that it would break her as well.

Sighing, the great warrior winced as his offspring went through one of the upstairs windows of the home. Glass shattered and the fragments littered the ground as if tiny jewels imbedded in the ground. The tiny shard littered the Saiyan’s hair, cutting into their scalps, though they felt no pain from the implosion.

Their minds were else where, and Gohan felt agony so deep that it was physical as his daughter remained in the home. No movement of any besides that of the breeze lifting the fragments from their position. The hearts quickened with fear as she did not appear through the glass, her raven head unseen by the onlookers down below.

Gohan sighed, his heart weighing him down as the knot of fear rose ever higher, and his dear mate cried against his chest. The anguish of failure rising as the gleaming eyes of the insane stared wildly down upon them. His temper rose to unparallel heights as the darkened strands turned a flaming gold and the dirt flew around. He knew he was no match for the prince, but the remaining rage would not let him remain silent.

The darkened hair of the great leader swayed in the breeze, his deep eyes taking in the others. They would be of no concern, their levels at maximum barely one-fifth of his unpowered state. A deep sinister chuckled worked its way up his throat as each of the ones upon the ground tried their best to look intimidating.

Gohan let despair wreak its way into him, torturing his soul until it shattered piece by small piece. He knew that it was fruitless, so when the great monster howled in agony, it caught the eldest Son off guard. He had never seen such pain pass over that one’s face before, the hand clutching its cranium as he sank slowly to the ground.

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Vegeta smirked as another wave of terror and pain washed over his son’s body, approving strongly in the inside. He knew of this power, that lay so dormant in her body, a rarity among the people of his planet. And though this looked up to their favor, the fact still remained, that just like his pupil, a ancient power lay secret in his son as well. Pan would have to be careful.

Grabbing his mate’s wife, which was hardly ever done, and squeezed in comfort, for him, or for her is another matter. But nonetheless, Vegeta tightened his grip on the blue haired female as he felt her crumple into him, unable to bear the sight of her son slowly being tortured. They all knew it had to be done, but it still hurt to see him like that.

Patting her back, and whispering words that only she could hear, the prince watched in a silent awe as the battle continued. Pan had yet to appear from the stronghold behind them, but the damage she was inflicting didn’t need her appearance. For once, the battle was in their odds, and Vegeta hoped that the gift that was given to his son was not discovered by the corrupt prince. If it were, then, the grounds would be evened once more, and it would be anyone’s game.

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Goten watched in mild satisfaction as his niece finally appeared amongst the debris, her tangled blue locks blowing in a nonexistent breeze. Her flushed skin was evidence of her rough go around a few moments before. Her hazy cobalt eyes were lit up by the internal fire that blazed beneath the surface.

She shot off across the hair, and Goten could feel the heat blaze his skin as her ire reached unmeasurable heights. Trunks’ body fell to the ground, groaning and writhing in agony as the continuous torture. His blue eyes were clouded over as his nightmares came real before his unseeing eyes.

Goten inwardly cringed as the man tried to stand, only to double over and vomit on the ground. His little niece held no sympathy for him, nor woe as she dealt him blow after blow. The cold heartless female that fought so heartedly before him was new. He couldn’t believe this was the small child that he and Trunks purposefully lost in the forest. Or the one that Trunks almost lost his life over when Freeza had first shown his head a long time ago. Nor did it seem that this woman, was the girl that cried silently as she waved goodbye when she boarded the plane to America.

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The new power that flowed through me left my body feeling alive, no longer dead and cold as the agony before me only invigorated this more. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins, the thrill of battle as I beat my opponent slowly but surely.

It was low, and I knew this fact, but if it came down to it, the Earth was more important than my pride. Scowling, and despising him even more for that fact that he was forcing me down to such levels, I let that hatred surge once more. And before I knew it, I had completely rendered him useless to fight any longer.

I growled low in my throat, damning him for his weakness, for hin inability to fight be when I demanded it so. How dare he, when I had just now accomplished, and he so decided to take the enjoyment away! Fury spread through my like fire, eating and burning me, though I knew it to be stupid to act like I was, but the emotions still rang true.

Turning her back on him, and stomping away from the scene, unable to slaughter someone who was helpless, it was just wrong. Sighing as the night passed forward, the inaudible pain of something struck me in the back of my skull and cried out in anguish. Turning swiftly, I met the eyes of the laughing prince. So, he too, had found his gift.

My mind was swift, and I attacked once more, dropping him to his knees, as things flew around me at alarming rates. Soon, we would decide the end, soon, both of us would perish, soon, the moon would wane, and Earth would be nonexistent.

Telepathic vs. Telekinetic

Saiyan Prodigy vs. Saiyan Horror

Commoner vs. Prince

Pan vs. Trunks

The battle to end all battles, was coming to an end...

A/N: I know guys, its short, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I kind of lost interest in this story, but I am not going to give up. Its almost over. Hope you guys liked this chapter. R&R

Warning: unedited

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