Scarred and Beautiful

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Author Note: Itlalics will be used for thoughts if more than one person are present fyi. Review please! Pretty please!

Scarred and Beautiful

By: Keaira Akuji


Chapter Two: Storm Ahead

Turles growled his annoyance. His damn brother and his heffer wife would be arriving any minute. Twice a year the man and the harpy would venture to his castle. He knew their intentions were good, but he was not one for intentions. He did not need their company, their reminder of everything he had lost, everything he would never have. He could never look at is twin’s face and see merely his brother, instead he saw all the beauty he had lost and could not have ever again. Women always gazed upon the sharp angles of his brother’s face with such longing, you could smell their arousal.

He used to get that attention, now he had to pay women to spread their legs for him. His brother was part of the king’s personal guard, his fighting skill second to none. His style exact, his moves precise. Turles could only just barely make a fist, the scars on his hands were too tight for him to have such a style as his brother. He still had all the skill and power, but had to grip wood pieces in his palms to make a suitable fist for striking. Such assistance was uncomely in professional fighting. Turles never competed in the private guard tournament. Why? So he could be starred at for his scars and laughed at for his style? He would not provide for other’s entertainment. He had enough to worry about defending the northern terroritories. King Cold seemed to be trying to expand his northern kingdom southward into Turles’ lands.

His growl deepened. The last years had hardened him towards others. When he first returned home, his mind was shattered, but as reality came back to him, he was still a monster. The people in his own castle and lands stared aghast at his face and arms, they soon learned to divert their eyes. His soldiers all but ran from his presence, and almost no one wanted to spar with him, his anger always released in sparring. He felt his power level start to rise, and took several deep breaths. He turned, his eyes cast upon his bed. The whore he had bought last night still last sprawled over the silk sheets. He had needed that release so desperately. Lika had seen to his needs before, and knew his appetites. He had paid top dollar for her company he past several nights. He thought of his brother’s wife.

God, she was beautiful and he hated her for it. Her father was a famous fighter, and she would deliver many fine sons. She should be nearer the end of her term, giving his brother another son or daughter. The thought only deepened the lines in his forehead. His brother and he perfect wife always reopened his wounds. Any other time he could satisfy his urges with the fights and the whores. But his goddamn brother and his fucking wife made him remember what he sacrificed. If only Freeza’s men had killed him. Some wounds never seemed to heal right.

A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts. Tein’s, the only man he trusted, voice rang through the door signaling that all of the soldiers he had sent to search the northern boundaries had returned safe. Turles was almost disappointed. If that damn King Cold would kill even one of his men, or even himself, he or his brother could declare war and wipe this world of his filth. Then, after taking over King Cold’s lands and resources, Turles could finish his plan of revenge on Freeza, the man who had taken everything from him.

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Tein moved away from the door. He felt his lord’s turmoil and despair. Tein was known for having “a third eye.” He could sense things about people and receive visions of the future. He had had many visions regarding his lord in the last few weeks. He had seen hope for his lord, coming in the shape of rain and a girl. In these things would his lord find salvation from the darkness that had claimed him mind, body and soul. He felt as though this hope would be coming soon, but sensing the anger coming from Turles, he worried that it would not be soon enough.

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Goku felt his heart drop. He stopped and turned towards his wife, “What?!” he squeaked.
“Goku, the baby is coming, now!” Chi Chi cried. “Help me!”
“Mommy!” His son Gohan wailed. “Mommy!”
Goku winced and looked around. They needed to get somewhere now. Not only was his wife going into labor, a look at the sky showed him that one hell of a storm was on the way. His power level was climbing as his wife and son’s voices rose. He grabbed his son and kneeled next to his wife. “Can you walk?” he asked?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Goku! Something’s wrong! There is so much pain! Something’s wrong!” Chi Chi wailed clutching her stomach.
Gohan squirmed in his arms trying to get to his mother. What the hell can I do? I do not see anything near me and the horses are getting skittish with the soon arriving storm. For the first time since his brother was take, Goku started to feel panic. He knew something was wrong. He could feel his wife’s ki raise and lower rapidly. He attended Gohan’s birth and nothing like this had happened. He grimaced and gathered his wife and son in his arms and concentrated.
Last spring Turles and he had discovered that if they concentrated and focuses their ki they could raise their bodies into the air. Fly! They had been perfecting the skill, but Goku could not focus his ki as well as his brother, and had never attempted to carry anything let alone anyone. But Goku could think of nothing else to do to get his family to help and safety. He needed to! He started to power up and gathered his son and pregnant wife into his arms. He tried to concentrate but could only seem to hover over the ground. His wife’s shrill screams penetrated even the deepest reaches of his mind. He fell to the ground and held on to his family, it seemed useless.
“Brother. Get up.”
Goku’s head snapped up. He had heard Turles’ voice as plain as day. He looked around anxiously expecting to see his brother walk out of the brush.
“Idiot. I am not there. I am using our connection to talk with you.”
Goku was stunned. His brother had refused to use their connection ever since he was taken by Freeza. It why it took Goku two years to find him.
“Do not ponder questions that do not matter. I will not have you poking about in my mind. You will never survive the darkness there.”
Goku concentrated and found that thread in his mind that lead to his brother. The thread was small and weak from disuse over the many years, but it was intact. He followed the thread but when he reached Turles’ mind, he found he was denied entrance. But he could feel the madness that was trapped behind Turles’ mind shield. Maddness that was bearly restrained.
“I told you not to try poking around in my mind. Just think your thoughts and I will respond. How bad is it? I felt your panic from here.”
Goku sent the thoughts of his helpless situation to his brother, along with all his knowledge of his situation. He was not accustomed to the northern storms.
“You are not that far away from the castle walls, but it does not seem like the baby will wait. Putting your wife on a horse and running will most likely injure if not kill the baby or both of them. You are near a cottage of the healer of my village. Travel east, the cottage is made of stone. I will send you my strength, but you need to concentrate. Think of one thing, any thing. Just get there!”
Goku felt his brother’s strength surround him. He powered up again, concentrating on the feel of his brother’s power. He gathered up his family once more and lifted them all into the air, heading east. The wind was strong, but the twin’s combined strength was stronger. Goku finally saw the healer’s hut and let a sigh of relief. It seemed his brother had saved them.

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Alexia ground her teeth. “Damn skittish horse!” The horse swayed its neck nervously and stopped walking. Again. Alexia swung herself off the horse and grabbed the reins and began to lead the horse through the storm. She saw a shadow cross overhead, she looked up. Was that? No, it couldn’t be. For a second, she thought she saw people flying in the sky. She was obviously tied and hungry. Her stomach growled, consenting the fact. Leading the horse onward, she wondered what she was going to say when she reached the castle walls. She heard this man, this lord, Turtles or some name like it, was a monster in the shape of a man, and was cold and frozen through and through.
How was she going to convince him to let her stay? She had many talents, but surely the rich lord already has enough blacksmiths, soldiers, and farm hands. She was going to have to come up with something, she had no money to offer him. She would have to figure out something! She looked up and felt her breath catch, the castle loomed up over her, a dark fortress that contained a monster, and hopefully her hope.

…xx Okay, that’s chapter two, weird chap, I know, but I had to delay Goku so our hero and heroine could spend a little alone time!! :P !! Please please review! xx…