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Chapter List
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DragonBall V: A World both Familiar and Foreign
Chapter 33:
Desperate Actions Call for Desperate Measures

Peasa frowned
at Trunks and backed away slowly, keeping her eyes on him to watch for his
attack. “You seem distracted today, little brother. Your form is horrible, your
attacks are erratic and you don’t follow through when you have an opening. If
you need to take a day or two off, all you have to do is say so, you know.”
Trunks dropped
his stance and clutched at his ribs, feeling the ache of the large bruise the
older full blooded Saiyan had given him earlier during their spar. He had let
himself get distracted, and it had cost him. He was getting distracted much
easier now than he use to, and the reasons left him feeling ashamed. “I’m all
right. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath.” He grumbled out.
The Saiyan
princess nodded and plopped herself down onto the ground, if the footing of the
white expanse of the Room of Spirit and Time could be called such a thing, and
ran her fingers through her hair. It was an entirely unnecessary action, as her
spiky hair rarely moved out of place, but it had grown to be a habit. She
allowed her mind to wander as she watched her foster brother wash his face and
tend to his many wounds. Had she been born on Planet Vegeta, she’d have been
amongst the Saiyan Elite. Given her natural talent with science and technology,
she’d have likely served under King Vegeta himself, or more likely the Prince
when he took power. She paused a moment at that thought and chuckled as she
thought of what it would be like to be one of the
prince’s scientists and bodyguards, rather than his foster daughter.
Her gaze
switched back to regard the lavender-haired princeling
again and a barely repressed grin touched her lips. She knew she would have
likely been chosen as Vegeta’s successor over him, that much was obvious when
they became bonded. A heavy sigh escaped her as her thoughts drifted on that
subject, for now she was the official Princess of Saiyans, but that meant
little to a nearly extinct warrior race. A tear trickled out of her left eye as
she thought of Vegeta and she let it fall unimpeded.
Peasa then
regarded Trunks and her thoughts focused on him. Lately her feelings for him
had changed. She never would have admitted it, but when Vegeta was alive, she hated Trunks and saw him as her chief competition
for the man’s affection. It was also likely a reason why she never felt very
close to Bulma. She could never bring herself to
think unkindly of Okura however, and had no problems sharing the prince’s
affection with the little baby. But now…
“Do you want
anything to eat?” Trunks asked, in his ever-polite tone.
“Are we done
training for the day?” Peasa inquired rather than answering right away.
The demi-Saiyan blinked. “Uh… I hope so. You cracked one of my
ribs.”
“So?” The girl
frowned at him. <How will he ever survive a real fight if he quits after
receiving a minor injury such as that?> she wondered.
Trunks began
to sweat. “So…” <Damn… she’s going to kill me before I get out of this Kami-forsaken hell hole!>
“Fine, quit.
Cook up some rice while I take a bath.” She walked towards the hot tub, created
by one of Capsule Corporations many useful Dino-caps and stripped off her
clothes and sat down in the tub, sighing as the hot water soothed and
surrounded her. “I can’t believe that no one else thought to bring a hot tub in
here. They all used that dinky little tub!” Peasa frowned when she felt someone
slide down into the tub in front of her, and a moment later she felt toes brush
against hers. “I distinctly remember asking you to cook some rice, Trunks.” She
growled out.
“There’s some
in the steamer. Chill out. Sheesh.” The boy grumbled.
Peasa cracked
an eye open and noticed him staring at her. “Something on
your mind, Trunks?” She inquired.
Trunks coughed
nervously. The Saiyan girl opened her eyes and gave him her full attention,
raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Well… I… um…” His gaze lowered so he was
staring down at his own legs, blushing nervously.
“Just say it.
You’re beginning to annoy me.” Peasa growled.
“IthinkImightbeyourlifemateandyou’redrivingmeinsaneIwantyousobad!”
He blurted out so fast it was barely understandable.
Peasa blinked.
“It’s worth a
try, isn’t it?” Trunks pleaded.
Peasa blinked
again.
“Or not. It’s not my fault if we both miss out on a chance to find
our mates.” He stated in a dejected tone.
“You’re
actually serious.” She observed.
Trunks
shrugged and nodded. “Yeah.”
“How long have
you felt this way?” The Saiyan girl inquired, still trying to wrap her mind
around this startling revelation.
“For a while now. I’ve felt… that there may be more there for
us.” The boy replied.
Peasa resumed
blinking again. “And what do you propose we do about it?” The boy’s gaze turned
up to fix on hers, steady and intense. Peasa bit down a laugh before it erupted
out, not wanting to hurt the lavender-haired prince’s feelings. “Well, go for
it then. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”
Trunks’ eyes
doubled in size and he wondered if his ears deceived him for all of half a
second, then he lunged forward, not having to be invited twice. His lips sought
hers with a hungry passion, despite the fact that she was cringing away and
trying to push him away a bit. “Wait. Slow down!” She finally managed to get
out.
“I want you!”
He replied in a whisper, reaching down to clumsily squeeze her breast, bruising
the tender flesh. He pressed his lips to her neck and experimentally brushed
his sharp teeth against the soft skin there. All at once the wildfire burning
through his veins was extinguished, leaving him feeling cold and alone again.
“Satisfied?”
Peasa asked, finally succeeding in pushing him away. She pressed her hand
against her bottom lip that was bleeding from the boy’s excited biting. She
calmly stood, grabbed a towel, and walked away without another word or even
looking back, leaving the rejected prince lonely and ashamed. The Saiyan
princess shook her head and sighed, gazing out at the white featureless expanse
surrounding her. Her feelings had changed for Trunks long ago, but they had not
changed the way the boy’s had. To Peasa, Trunks would always be her little
brother.
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Hercule Satan, the current reigning World Martial Arts Champion,
was hiding in the bushes from a band of Red Ribbon Army soldiers, sweating
profusely and doing his best not to whimper. He scratched his head after a while
and figured the men had gone another direction so he stood up and breathed out
a sigh of relief. He stiffened and then jumped up a meter into the air after he
felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a RR soldier blinking at him in
surprise. “IswearIdidn’tmeantodoititwasn’tmeitwassomeguywholookedjustlikemepleasedon’tkillme!”
He was on his knees with tears in his eyes and pleading, unashamedly.
“I uh… didn’t
understand a word you just said there, Mr. Satan. I was uh just wondering, see
my daughter is a big fan a yers, ya
see. And I was asleep when you was bringin
in all them supplies helping us soldiers out, ya see?
So I was uh wonderin if ya
would gimme yer autograph?” The soldier spoke with a thick accent and held
out a pad and a pen with a big smile on his face.
Hercule stared at the man with his mouth hanging open and his
eyes triple their normal size for a few minutes, then realization dawned on him
so he straightened himself out and coughed, summoning his arrogant persona as
if it had never left him. “Ah, sure. I was uh… out
here training. Lemme see, I’ll just make it out to…
yeah yeah… is there an I in
your hero? Eh… so… whatcha doin out here, soldier?” <Play it cool, Hercule… Hey, that rhymes! I wonder if I should write a
song. I would rule the music scene as easily as I do the martial arts scene!
YES!> He barely stifled a loud and boisterous laugh as he handed the
autograph to the grateful soldier.
“Well we’re
out here, whattaya call it, looking for a moron that
attacked our camp, ya see. We didn’t uh get a good
look at em, ya know? But he
was a scrawny lil thing. We’ll find em, fer sure.” The reply came
from the soldier.
“SCRAWNY!? Why I ain’t… uh… doin nothing else, so I’ll uh…
head to your camp and volunteer my services. Least I can do, and all that.” Mr.
Satan coughed, glad he covered himself before he said
something that would get him killed.
“Oh that’s
fine, the camp is uh just over this hill, ya know.”
He explained, leading the befuddled champ over the hill, and sure enough,
straight into the Red Ribbon Army’s base camp.
<All this
time, been running in circles! Uh, I mean… surveying the situation. Yeah…> Hercule began to sweat again when he saw a few wounded
soldiers standing around, but they all just nodded and smiled at him. Before
long he was standing before Field Commander Indigo. “I heard you guys uh… got
attacked. I figured I might as well help out, if ya
need it. But since ya don’t, I’ll be going…”
“Actually, we
could use your help. Would you mind watching over General Murasaki
for a while? A few of the men who normally do it are injured and we’re heading
into town to uh… provide some relief.” Indigo asked, looking the champ over.
Hercule blinked in surprise. “You… you want me to watch over your
general!? But I’m a civilian… won’t he be… uh… upset?”
“He asked for
you by name. He was impressed with your willingness to help us out.” Was the commander’s reply.
<Damn!>
“Ok.” <DAMN!> The martial arts champion gave his
best fake smile and watched the soldier’s march off. He walked into Murasaki’s tent and found the man deeply asleep, and a
revolver lying on a table next to him. Hesitantly he picked it up and popped
his head out of the tent and looked around, but only a few guards remained, and
he could likely get away from them. He went back into the tent and looked down
at the young general, fingering the revolver nervously. “One shot… and they
would all likely disband. I could end a war before it begins…”
Murasaki coughed in his sleep and rolled over.
After freaking
out for several minutes, the champ picked himself off the ground and dusted his
clothes off and coughed nervously. “Uh, I was just stretchin…
yeah, that’s it.” Hercule eyed the general, but he
couldn’t bring himself to shoot the man in his sleep. <What am I gunna do?> Mr. Satan wondered. Things weren’t looking
too good for the champ.
************************
Videl grunted
in exertion as she climbed Korin’s Tower. One hand
moved up, then the other, then she was lifting up with
her feet and finding a new and stable purchase. It was simple, mindless
climbing. She paused a moment and held on tightly with one hand and leaned back
slightly away from the tower and used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat
out of her eyes. She had been climbing for hours and every time she dared to
look upwards, she saw nothing but more tower far above
her. But this time was different. 30 meters above her, there looked to be an
entrance into the impossibly tall tower as well as a widened area that held
whatever was at the top. Supposedly this Korin person and some magic water that
would increase her strength as well as giving her a vital step towards being
able to sense the energy of those around her, especially the top fighters of
the planet.
She finally
found the entrance into the tower and stretched out for several minutes, taking
in deep relaxing breaths and letting her burning hands cool. Finally she sat up
and noticed several pots. Curious, she approached them and knelt back on her
heels and regarded the clay containers. She lifted on up and saw cool
refreshing water inside. “All right! Jackpot!” She proclaimed, reaching down to tip her fingers
into the water to scoop some up to her parched lips. She paused when images
started displaying on the surface of the water.
She watched in
fascination as she saw herself and Gohan competing in the last Budoukai. She
stared in awe as she saw their moves with an observer’s eye. Within moments she
began to see the flaws in her own form and that of Gohan’s. Their inexperience
was startlingly apparent. She frowned as the images disappeared and seemingly
normal water remained.
“Weird. Could
this be the magic water? But where is Korin?” She wondered aloud. She lifted up
the lid on the next pot and within moments images started displaying again.
This time they were of Gohan and his father deep in conversation. She couldn’t
hear the words, but she could tell they were rather intense. The young boy
looked close to tears and seemed to be pleading with his father and was only
meeting with marginal success. Finally, Goku seemed to just give up and leave
his son alone. Videl felt a hot tear fall from her eye, realizing father and
son had a heated argument and the elder Son had just given up the argument and
walked away. She could see the shame and fear in the boy’s eyes, but there was
nothing she could do to help him. The images vanished.
Tentatively
she lifted up the lid on the last pot and as expected images started to play
across the water. This time, a teen boy and girl were fighting intensely with
movements so quick she could barely follow them. The image seemed to draw
closer to the girl and she could suddenly that the teenaged girl bore a
striking resemblance to herself. “Is this… me in the future?” She stared in awe
as her face suddenly filled the water’s image and was shocked to see rage
burning in her eyes. The image switched to the boy and it didn’t take a genius
to realize it was an older Gohan, and the Saiyan boy looked sad but desperate.
The future Videl lifted both of her hands up towards the boy and a moment later
a red energy beam exploded from her hands and engulfed the boy. The image
vanished before she saw whether Gohan was still in one piece or not. “Gohan! No! What the hell was I doing!?” She cried.
She settled
back and looked between the jars again, but no more images appeared. She
finally replaced the lids and frowned as she heard a faint tapping against the
stones above her head. She turned and saw a staircase leading upwards so she
climbed the steps, ready to meet the legendary Korin. She was shocked to
discover not a powerful looking human warrior, but a small cat with a walking
stick. The cat seemed to be grinning at her with his eyes closed.
“Uh… Mr.
Korin?” Videl asked with uncertainty evident in her voice.
“Just Korin is
fine, sweet heart. My, I’ve never had a girl your age successfully climb the
tower before. Closest person to your age that ever climbed it was Goku. And I
thought he was a special case.” The cat observed, one arm resting behind his
back. The posture reminded her of Roshi, who had said he would be waiting
nearby and would know when her training was complete. She could have sworn he
flew the plane up to the top of the tower, but she saw no signs of the old man
now. “I believe you’re looking for this, little missy?” He indicated a clay jar
that obviously held water by the manner in which it was moving on the end of
the cat’s walking stick.
“The magic water? Yes, Roshi sent me to get it. It’s supposed
to make me stronger and faster and give me the power to sense ki energy. May I have some, please?” Videl asked with her
sweetest smile.
“Aw, so polite. But, you get the same deal as everyone else.
You can drink the water if you can get it from me.” Korin replied.
“Why don’t ya give her a senzu bean, you senile old fool! You’re so rude, makin’ people chase after ya
after climbing up your tower.” A gruff voice said from inside the tower.
“Yajirobe, kindly take yourself
elsewhere while this girl receives her training. And take a bath while you’re
gone.” Korin stated flatly, turning to regard the portly samurai with a scowl.
Videl
restrained the urge to run forward and grab the water, unsure if she might be
cheating. She noticed the cat turn towards her a bit and he seemed to smile,
despite his expression not changing. She wasn’t even sure he could see her,
since his eyes were closed. <Is he blind? Perhaps my training is supposed to
help me sense attacks coming even if I can’t see. Should I
wear a blindfold?>
“You can wear
a blindfold if you like, but it’s not necessary for the first round of
training. Perhaps after you get the water from me and drink of it, you can
receive more advanced training.” The feline master offered.
Videl grinned
and assumed a ready stance. “Sounds great. Let me know
when to start.”
She was interrupted
by the sound of flatulence. “Sorry, sorry. I’m leavin.
I forgot my lunch sack!” Yajirobe blurted out,
grabbing a bag larger than himself and rushing off in
a Capsule Corp. jet.
“GROSS!” She
cried as the odor assaulted her olfactory senses, causing her to gag. “It
smells like something died!”
“Tell me about
it. I have to live with that every day. I wish he’d just go live with someone
else. Uh… and feel free to begin whenever you’re ready.” Korin replied to her
earlier question.
Needing no
written invitation, Videl ran forward in a burst of speed and grabbed the jar.
Or she would have, had it not disappeared. She stared at the air, where the
after image of the feline master was vanishing with her mouth hanging open. “No
fair! You’re using holograms!”
Korin scowled
and barely refrained himself from whacking her on the head. “I am not! Reach
forward and touch my arm. See? I’m standing right here. Now, go for it.” Again,
he appeared a meter away while his after image started fading away with the
girl grabbing at where the decanter was a moment before.
“Argh!” Videl cried in
frustration, running forward and making jumps at Korin every time he reappeared
somewhere. She kept this up for a good hour before she slumped down to the
ground and gasped for breath. “I can’t do it. You’re too fast!”
The cat leaned
against the wall of his tower and looked up at the sky through his seemingly
closed eyelids. “You’re trying to see me with your eyes, and not your mind.
Feel me out with your other senses, figure out where I’ll
be after I move. Learn my movements and my breathing and anticipate. Roshi
learned it, Goku learned it, and many warriors in the past learned it. You can
too.”
Videl scowled
and wondered whether it was best to have some (regular) water to replenish her
fluids lost to sweat, or to remain thirsty as a focus on the mystical water.
She finally decided it would only weaken her to dehydrate so she asked for a
water break. Korin chuckled and nodded and remained where he was.
After having a
tall glass of water and using the bathroom, Videl returned. She had even
splashed water on herself to cool down and was ready to begin again. As she
passed him on her way out of the inner area of the tower, she noticed him
looking upwards with a scowl on his face, the first emotion he had evidenced.
She again resisted the urge to grab the water and moved a few paces away. “I am
ready to begin again.”
“Come at me
then.” The feline stated.
Instead of
charging forward, Videl simply stood there watching him. Her gaze moved up and
down him, she watched his breathing, and tried to feel him out with her mind.
She jumped forward and made a grab, but paused just before she would have
grabbed the jar and tried to the watch cat’s movements. Instead, she simply saw
a faint blur. “Ah… gotcha.” She made to grab at him
again and felt her eyes going unfocused as she saw his movements again. After
several more grabs, she could clearly tell where he was moving to. The next
attempt would succeed. Just as she was jumping forward, ready to spring in the
new direction, someone appeared right in front of her. She collided with the
taller person, who felt like chiseled marble, and fell to her knees. “OOF!”
“Oh! Sorry
Videl. Didn’t mean to interrupt your training. Korin,
I need a senzu bean! I uh… accidentally blew a hole
through Krillin’s stomach when we were sparring.”
Goku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. He smiled down at
Videl, who was staring up at him with shock-widened eyes.
“Yeah, I
noticed you guys going all out up there. I was afraid you’d interrupt my
pupil’s training, and I was right. You almost gave that poor girl a concussion,
stone-gut!” The cat grumbled, tossing a bean to the clueless Saiyan warrior.
“Sorry about
that!” Goku called. He leaned down and put his hand up so Korin couldn’t see
what he was saying and whispered to Videl. “He always makes three consecutive
jumps when he uses the after-image technique. Watch for it!” Louder this time,
he said “Thanks again! I’ll be up on Kami’s lookout
if ya need me!” With that he disappeared.
“Darn you
Goku! She’s supposed to learn that on her own!” Korin shouted, shaking his fist
while looking upwards.
Videl frowned
and looked up and was shocked to notice what appeared to be a circular floating
object high in the sky, just close enough to see from the top of the tower.
“Gosh, that must be so high! It took me forever to climb up here and there’s
something ABOVE it!?”
Korin nodded.
“That’s Kami’s lookout, the guardian of the Earth.
Gohan and the others are up there right now, training. Maybe you can go up
there someday, after you learn how to fly.”
Videl scowled.
“Gohan said he’d teach me after I learned to sense and manipulate ki… all right then, let’s resume the training.”
“I think I’ll
take a break…” Korin stated, stretching.
“This won’t
take long.” The girl affirmed confidently.
A sweat drop
appeared on the feline’s brow, but he nodded sagely. “Then come at me.” No
sooner had those words escaped his lips then the girl leaped forward and made a
grab at him. He vanished and reappeared a distance away and chuckled when the
girl grabbed at his second afterimage.
She changed
directions suddenly and was grabbing at him again. He jumped again and nearly
cried out when the girl’s hand was still about to close on him so he
desperately made a fourth afterimage. He smacked directly into Videl, who
pulled the jar off his crutch before he could recover. Korin scratched his
head, amazed that the girl had learned the after-image technique and used it
against him in such a clever manner. “Well, you got me. Frankly, I’m surprised.
Even Goku didn’t get the water that fast.”
Videl grinned
and pulled the stopper off the decanter. “So I can drink now?”
The cat smiled
and nodded. “Drink up.”
With a
triumphant grin, the girl tipped the container up and gulped down a few healthy
swallows of the water. She paused and looked down at her fists, but confusion
passed over her pretty features. She tipped the decanter up again and drained
it and set it down, but she still felt no change. “Did it work? I don’t feel
any different.”
Korin chuckled
and nodded. “Oh, it worked. But that was just regular old water. Your attempts
to actually get the water were the real training.”
Videl frowned
and sat down, feeling frustrated again. “But I still can’t sense ki.”
The cat pulled
out a scarf and tossed it to her. “Put it on. That’s the next phase of the
training.”
With a
determined grin, the daughter of Mr. Satan tied the blindfold around her eyes.
She stood up and readied herself. “Ready.”
“Then begin.”
Korin said with a smile. He hadn’t had this much fun in years.
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Piccolo
grinned and looked out over the edge of the lookout, sensing Videl’s progress. “She’s going to beat you into the ground
at the next Budoukai, you know.” He observed.
Gohan frowned
and lay on the ground and leaned over the edge, focusing his eyes so he could
see the girl and not simply sense her. “She learns so quickly. I wish I could
learn like that.”
The Namek
scowled and sat down next to his young pupil and patted him on the back. “Gohan, let me be honest with you. You learned more in a year
then your father did in a decade. You have a natural gift of immense power, and
you’d be on par with your father if you actually took the time to learn how to
use it.”
The young Son
rested his chin on his hand and looked up at his teacher’s green face. “But,
you didn’t see me when I lost control, sensei. I barely survived my own power.
It was a miracle I didn’t tear myself apart.”
“You weren’t
ready for it then. You are now. How many times do we have to tell you this
before you’ll believe us? Look, I can understand that you don’t want to train
in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, but promise me you’ll at least train. I
may not survive the fight against Cell, but I’ll rest easy knowing you will be
able to take care of yourself. Ok?” Piccolo asked.
“I guess.”
Gohan stated in a non-committing tone. “I don’t want to be a fighter, though. I
want to be a scholar and make my mommy proud. I can fight well enough to take
care of myself already.”
The Namek
groaned and pressed his palm over his eyes, seeing now why Goku had grown
frustrated and left the boy alone. It was obvious that Gohan couldn’t get
talked into training, he had to decide on his own to resume
it. And he had to be deadly serious about it. “I certainly hope that is the
case, Gohan.” <But I know it won’t be.> The
green man turned and saw the sympathetic look on Yamcha’s face so he gave the
former desert bandit a respectful nod. <Gohan could learn a thing or two
from Yamcha. He’s spent his whole life struggling to surpass his limitations,
and even now, after not training for years, he’s taken the mantle of defender
back up and is making up for lost time with a vengeance. If only Gohan would be
that focused, he’d easily be the most powerful amongst us. I bet he’d even
surpass Vegeta in power. Now that would have been a fight to see.>
His superior
hearing allowed him to hear Krillin complaining about Goku’s power and that
he’d go train with Tien instead. He knew that meant
the Saiyan would seek him out to spar with. <Who would have thought that
Krillin would get scared off of sparring by Goku, after pairing up with Vegeta
for all that time. Hmph.>
“Piccolo! You busy? I need a sparring partner!” Goku whined,
approaching him with a silly grin on his face.
The Namek
chuckled and patted Gohan on the back again one last time. “See ya later, kid. Your dad wants me to beat the crap out of
him for a while.”
“Have fun.”
Gohan offered, obviously deep in thought.
It took
Piccolo a few moments to realize that the boy was looking in the direction that
Cell was currently at. <Maybe he’s not hopeless yet after all…>
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And thus
another chapter comes to a close. Teehee, you all
thought Peasa and Trunks were going to hook up. But it was not meant to be. Which will be a good thing, based on future happenings. I
hope the chapter was worth the wait, and you can expect another one to come out
before too long. I’ll try to add a chapter to my NG: Evangelion
story soon first, before adding another one to this. Besides, I gotta give you all time to read this one and post reviews
and let me know you’re still interested in what my imagination is coming up
with. Next chapter: More training as the start of the big battle with Mr.
Perfect… er I mean Cell, draws close. Also, the final part of the Mr. Satan vs. New RR Army storyline.
The ending of which may surprise some of you, but likely not too many. Hercule isn’t the most unpredictable fellow, after all. :-D
Byebye for now! And please review!
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