Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 7: Hammer time

Written by: Agent182

Leaves whipped at Piccolo’s face as he sprinted through the forest. With his keen hearing, he could make out a struggle. A low gasp. He quickened his pace. The scent of fresh blood flooding his senses. His legs slowed as the scent overpowered him. Black eyes caught sight of pale flesh and crimson. His heart thumped into his chest wanting to burst free. His eyes narrowed to slits as he halted in front of the dead body of his once enemy Android 18. A stick protruded from her chest, her flesh imbedded in the wood’s end. His eyes wandered to her neck, a piece of red silk around her it. Her face had a blue hue to it.

The horror in her blue eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Piccolo sighed heavily his black eyes moving towards the slivers of flesh on the ground. Nails held the once soft skin into the soil. After a moment of looking at the scene before him, he caught what the skin spelt out.

Finch

“Oh shit!” His eyes shot to the left of him to see flamed shaped hair. Vegeta’s mouth was open in awe. He glanced over at the Namek. “I think Krillian is dead too.” Chaltzu, Tien, Videl, Gohan, and Yamcha appeared behind Piccolo. The group stared in horror.

“18 . . .” They whispered in unison. Vegeta’s fists tightened. His nails digging into the flesh of his palm, scarlet appearing, and draining down the side of his hand.

“Dammit!” He shouted and faced the others. “That bastard is getting too close to us. He’s one step ahead of us. He’s everywhere we are.” He paused. “We need to all stay together. I don’t want to have to save any of your asses.” He spun away from them. “Go call the detective.”

Gohan nodded. “Do you want me to tell my dad?”

“I’ll tell him.” Vegeta yelled back as he disappeared from sight.

Gohan frowned as his hand went to Videl’s. “Everything is going to be alright, honey.”

~ ~ ~

Goku knocked on the door of Paris’ home. Goten, Trunks, Pan, Marron, and Bra had went over there earlier. A woman opened the door a smile on her aged face. “Hi, are Goten and the others here?”

The woman’s voice was raspy as she spoke, “You must be Goku. I’m Paris’ mother. They’re in the back, do you want me to get them?” Goku nodded. “Hold on.” The older looking woman disappeared into the house leaving Goku standing out in the dim light. His heart sped up as he heard a sound in the bushes to the right of him. He turned in the direction. His eyes now wide. The sound grew louder and closer, the bushes seemed to come to life. He slowly inched backwards towards the side of the house. The only sound he could hear was his own heavy breathing.

Goku yelped as there was a flash of black moving at him, his back hit against the wall. It lunged forward and with a low sound, it rubbed against his leg. His breathing hitched as he looked down.

A black cat’s side ran across the orange material. His eyes closed as he tried to steady his heartbeat.

“Dad?” Black eyes slowly opened to see his youngest son Goten. A puzzled look on his face. Trunks was next to him, his left eyebrow raised.

“What’s with you Goku?”

“No-Nothing.” He spoke softly in denial. “We need to go to Capsule Corps, we have a serious problem.” Trunks’ blue eyes met Goten’s black orbs; worry ridding their features. The three girls came up behind them.

“OH!” Pan squealed, “BINX!!” The young Son shouted and grabbed the cat squeezing the poor animal.

“Uh Pan . . . we need to leave.” Goku watched her drop the cat to the ground. It hissed and scurried into the bushes.

~ ~ ~

Vegeta stood in the living room of Capsule Corps awaiting Goku’s return. He paced across the tan carpet. The others chatted quietly on the couches. There was a flash of blue and the others stood by the front door. Goku scanned the group. “Where’s 18?” Vegeta frowned.

“She’s dead. We called the detectives and they’re over there right now.” Goku paled.

“Finch . . .” He whispered softly.

The group jumped as the phone rang. Vegeta’s eyes went over to the phone but Trunks was already over to it. He lifted the plastic to his right ear. “Hello?”

“Yes, is Mr. Vegeta Briefs there?”

“Yeah, who’s this?” Trunks asked as he turned towards his dad and motioned for him to come over to him.

“This is Detective Anton Rellikeht.” The smooth voice answered back.

Trunks handed the phone to his father. He brought it to his ear. “This is Vegeta.”

“We have found your friend Krillian’s car not far from his home. We’re going to search down this street to see if we find anything. The moment we do we’ll notify you.” There was a short pause. “How’s Mr. Son?”

Vegeta glanced over to the younger Sayian. He was sitting on the carpet his back against the couch. His eyes closed, his face peaceful. The soft curves of his face lit up by the light on he ceiling. A smile came to his lips. The other Sayian looked magnificent with his mouth parted, his neck tilted backwards, and resting on the leather. His legs opened in a V shape, waiting for him. His smile turned to a smirk. “I don’t know. I think he’s sleeping. He was very upset earlier.”

“I see . . . after we search this shack we just found I’ll come over there to ask a few questions.”

“Whatever.” Vegeta set the phone back on the hook before the detective could reply. He made his way towards the others until he stood over Goku. He nudged the handsome Sayian’s thigh with his boot. Black pools looked up at Vegeta.

He yawned, “What is it?”

“I think you should go to bed.” Goku’s half lidded eyes looked down.

“Yeah . . .” He pushed his hands against the ground and got to his feet. He looked over his shoulder. “Goodnight.” His right hand went to his mouth as he yawned again. “Nite Geta.” He whispered as he passed his Prince. Vegeta’s dark eyes followed the sway of Goku’s hips as he went towards the stairs; he then ascended them.

“Vegeta where are we going to sleep?” Videl asked from her position on the couch.

“Pick a room. I’m going to bed.” He snorted, spun around, and went towards the stairs.

Trunks went over to Goten. “You can stay in my room. Marron and Pan can sleep in Bra’s room. Gohan, Videl, you two can sleep in the first room down that hall. You four can choose any of the others.”

~ ~ ~ Later that night ~ ~ ~

Goku sat up; sweat clung to his pale skin. He panted heavily as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His hands rubbed the goop out of his eyes, clearing his vision. He ran the back of his hand across his forehead wiping the thin layer of sweat off. With a deep sigh, he got to his feet shakily. He walked through the darkness and walked out the open door of his bedroom. He padded across the carpeted hall and past Vegeta’s room. His cold hand went to the railing on the stairs. He descended them and was soon at the bottom.

He froze. His eyes slowly widened as he heard something outside the front door. The rustling of leaves and footsteps across the concrete walkway. He stood in place, his eyes never wavering from the door. There was a soft knock. Goku hesitated before moving towards it. His hand outstretched and met the silver doorknob, his fingers wrapping around it. He paused. ‘What if- what if it’s Finch?’ He brought his hand back and let it rest at his side. He looked forward and to the peephole. His black eyes seeing messy blonde hair. Detective Anton Rellikeht looked around his fingers tapping on his thigh. Goku let out a held breath and he put his hand on the deadbolt and unlocked the front door. With a turn of the knob, the door was open. A forced smile came onto the detective’s youthful face.

“Mr. Son. May I come in?” He asked, his emerald eyes meeting the younger looking man’s black eyes.

“Uh, yeah.” Goku stepped away from the door, Anton walked in. Goku shut the door behind him. Goku flicked up the light switch, the room now flooded with light. Anton sat on the couch; Goku slowly did so. “What are you doing here?”

Anton looked over at Goku. “I told Mr. Vegeta that I would be coming by. I thought he would have told you.”

“No . . . he didn’t.”

Anton’s eyes saddened. “I have bad news.” Goku was silent. “As you may know your friend 18 is dead. We . . . we found her husband Krillian’s body down the street from his house.” Goku looked away for a moment, then his eyes met the detective’s, tears filled his dark pools. He stayed silent. “There was a message, it said ‘catch me if you can.’ Mr. Son are you alright?” His eyebrows knitted together.

Goku nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

~ ~ ~

Vegeta moaned as the sun hit his eyes. He rolled away from the light, his legs tangling in the blankets. The rays still blinded him. “Dammit.” He muttered as he kicked his feet loose of the silk sheets. He slowly drug himself out of bed, he slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a tight black shirt. He glanced over at the mirror for a moment, pleased by what he saw. He cleared his throat, left his room, and went towards Goku’s. The door to Goku’s bedroom stood ajar. He rounded the door’s frame and stepped inside, hoping to see unruly ebony hair. The spikes protruding from under the silky blankets. His eyes widened as he saw blankets and sheets crumpled at the bottom of the. ‘K. ‘Kakkarot never wakes before I do. Where could he be? What if . . .’He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He spun on his bare feet and sped out of the room and down the hall. He cleared the staircase by jumping over the railing; no sound was emitted as he landed. His eyes scanned the area and instantly picked up the scent of strawberries and crème . . . that was the scent of Goku. Another scent was close to it, but he could not identify the other. He followed the aroma and soon found himself in the living room, his eyes catching sight of black spikes. The prince circled the couch; words left his moutKakkKakkarot.” He spoke as he stopped in front of the other Sayian. His eyes flickered to the right seeing blonde hair. His eyes narrowed to familiar slits as he saw the space between the two or the lack of space.

“Good mornin’ Geta.” Goku chirped but a smile never graced his face.

The emerald eyed detective smiled at Vegeta. “Hello Mr. Vegeta.”

“What are you doing here?” Vegeta asked coldly, his arms moving over his chest and crossing over one another.

“I did say I was coming by. I asked Goku some questions-“

Vegeta snorted, “whatever. I’m making breakfast.” He pivoted and moved into the kitchen. Goku looked over at Anton his eyebrows drawn together.

“What’s wrong with him?”

The young Sayian shrugged, “I donno . . . I’m gonna go ask him.” He pushed himself off the couch and he made his way into the kitchen.

Vegeta was hidden behind the open door to the fridge, the cold air blowing against his tanned skin. “Vegeta?” The taller Sayian whispered. Vegeta turned, his arms held various types of food.

“What?” He growled as he walked over to the counter, he set the food down, freeing his arms of the cold. Goku shut the fridge for Vegeta.

Goku stepped closer to the Prince, his soulful eyes growing brighter with hope. “What’s wrong?”

Vegeta’s dull eyes met Goku’s emotion filled eyes. “You.”

“What? What did I do?”

Vegeta’s eyes went to the ground then back to Goku’s. “Nothing, that’s what’s wrong.” Goku stood in silence. “You didn’t do anything wrong and someone is trying to kill you.”

“No one is trying to kill me Geta.”

“Kakkarot, I’m not an idiot. I know whatever that psycho is planning has something to do with you. I can feel it. He called you. He’s playing a game and you’re the trophy. If he wins he gets you, but if we win . . . we get you.”

The taller Sayian frowned. “He thinks it’s a game?”

“He must. I think he is just toying with us. They’re messing with you. I don’t know why . . . they might not even have a reason. I’m so fucking confused right now.”

“So am I, but I’m not being a jerk.”

“I just don’t trust him.”

Goku sighed heavily, “You don’t trust anyone.”

“I trust you. I trust everyone we’ve known for a while. I especially don’t trust those who work for the government.”

“Give him a chance Geta, he’s really nice. I think you’d be good friends if you give him a chance.” Goku smiled at Vegeta causing the Prince’s heart to flutter.

Vegeta’s eyes closed, “Kakkarot.” They reopened. “Krillian’s dead.” It was a statement not a question. Goku nodded sadly. “Four already dead.”

“I know . . . Anton set up a funeral date.”

Vegeta’s eyes went back to slits, “Where’s his partner?”

“I donno, guess he was busy . . .”

~ ~ ~ 5 days later ~ ~ ~

Goku sighed heavily as he watched two coffins lowered into the same hole in the ground. His youngest son stood next to him, his head lowered, tears silently making their way down the curve of his cheek. His hand moved up and brushed them away. He then found warm comforting arms around him. His father was sobbing into his son’s shoulder. Goten let his tears fall as the coffins were covered with soil. His father’s muffled cries grew louder as the priest began speaking. His words went unheard by the two.

Gohan glanced over at the, te, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. His arms were wrapped around Videl and Pan was between them bawling her eyes out. He released his wife. “I’m going to see how Goten and my father are doing.” Videl nodded, bringing Pan towards herself and starting whispering soothing words. Gohan slowly walked over to his father and brother.

“They were good friends to all that knew them. They are now at peace-“

Gohan shut out all the others words the Priest spoke. How could the priest know? He wasn’t friends with them. How could he possibly understand? He stepped next to his dad and brother. “Dad, Goten.” He said softly, two sets of black eyes met his. He was pulled forward into muscular arms.

“I’m so sorry son.” Goku cried, his words slurred by tears. “I’m sorry.” He was held tighter.

“I know.” Gohan said back. “I am sorry too.” Goku released his son from his strong grip; Gohan then turned to his brother and hugged him.

“Kakkarot.”

Goku looked to his right to see Vegeta dressed in a black tuxedo. One similar to the one the Son’s were wearing. “Vegeta . . . I thought you weren’t coming.”

A blush came across Vegeta’s face. “I changed my mind.” The newly emerged pink went unnoticed by the taller Sayian. “Trunks and Bra are here too.” Trunks stepped next to his father; he was dressed in a dark gray suit. It almost appeared to be too small. Goten smiled as he saw his best friend.

“Hey Trunks.” He let go of Gohan. “Lets go put flowers on our mom’s graves.” Trunks nodded, he looked down at the bouquet of roses in his right hand.

Goten looked over at his father and to Gohan and Vegeta. “See you later, we’ll be at Mom’s grave.” He said sadly.

“Don’t be gone long.” Goku said back as his youngest son nodded and gave a quick wave. Vegeta watched the two demi Sayians wander off.

He turned back to the distressed Sayian. “After this, no one leaves out of Capsule Corps.”

Goku smiled at his Prince. “Thank you Vegeta.” He whispered softly.

“Your welcome.” Vegeta watched as crystals cascaded down the other Sayians cheeks, his eyes growing puffy and red again. Vegeta leaned forward and put his arms around Goku pulling him unusually close. “Don’t cry Kakkarot. Everything is going to be fine. I promise it will. As long as everyone stays near, we can protect them.”

“Hello, you must be Vegeta Briefs.” A voice rasped. Vegeta’s eyes shot over Goku’s shoulders to see an unfamiliar man standing there. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes, what is it to you?”

“Uh . . . I worked at Capsule Corps with your wife.” Goku moved away from Vegeta and faced the man.

“Hi . . .” He forced a smile to his pale face. “I’m Goku.”

The man with brown hair grinned slyly. His hand outstretched. “My name is Jay it’s a pleasure to meet you Goku.” The man purred; the word pleasure comout out too seductively for Vegeta’s liking. He took Goku’s hand and shook it. “Mrs. Briefs had said very good things about you.” Goku looked down at the ground. “I can only say how sorry I am for you Mr. Briefs it must be very hard but with Goku here to keep you company I don’t know . . .”

“What are you trying to imply?” Vegeta growled.

“It just seemed you two were close.” He smirked. The words seemed to go unnoticed as Goku eyed the other man.

“Do I know you?” Goku asked as he scrutinized the man again.

“No. We have never met before.” The man snapped and seemed to grow nervous.

“You seem so . . . familiar . . .” Goku trailed off his eyes wandering back to the ground.

Vegeta too had a feeling that the man was familiar. “What are you doing here? Did you know Krillian or the andro-“ he cleared his throat, “18?”

“Actually, I work here at the cemetery. I said I worked at Capsule Corps. I work here now. That may be why I look familiar I was working here when Mrs. Briefs was buried.” Vegeta was skeptical but it was a possibility.

“What’s your last name?”

“Wren . . . Jay Wren.” Vegeta nodded.

Gohan was still to the side of them listening to the conversation. Videl and Pan had moved over to Gohan. The name Wren sounded familiar to him for some reason; he couldn’t put a finger on where he’d heard it.

Goku glanced behind himself, a worried expression on his young face. “Goku, is that your son? You both look very alike.” Goku nodded. “How old are you? You must be twenty but he looks twenty.”

Goku hesitated, “I’m about 41.” The brunette gasped.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope and Geta is about 54e mae man looked at them both in disbelief.

“H-how? You two look so young.”

Vegeta crossed his arms. “We are a race called Sayians; we age slowly. Kakkarot and I are the only full-blooded left.” Vegeta then scowled. “He happens to be the strongest. But I am the Prince of all Sayians!” He smiled proudly. The sudden change in his personality causing the man to raise an eyebrow.

“Vegeta, maybe we should go look for Goten and Trunks. They’ve been gone for a while . . .” Vegeta directed his attention back to the younger Sayian.

“Alright.”

“Sorry we have to go.” Goku gave the man a small smile and started walking away from them. He stopped. “Vegeta, come on.” Vegeta looked at the man again and went after Goku.

A grin appeared on the man’s face. ‘Goten and Trunks all alone. ALONE! Without their daddies to protect them . . .’ He spun on his shoes. The grin still remaining as he strolled the opposite direction his hand slipping into his pockets.

~ ~ ~

Goten stared down at the tombstone with his mother’s name imprinted in it. He dropped the red rose onto it. It fell onto the green grass. “I miss you mom and I love you. Gohan and dad does too.” He let more tears continue down his face. Trunks stepped behind him.

“I miss her too.” He hugged his best friend. “We should go back. It’s getting late; your dad will be worried. With everything that’s been happening . . .” Goten nodded.

“You’re right. Come o-“

They turned to see a brown haired man standing there. “Hello boys.” He said, his voice smooth and seductive.

“Um hi . . . we have to go.” Goten started to move past him, followed by the lavender haired demi-Sayian. The man stood in front of him.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He said menacingly.

Trunks’ eyebrow rose. “Yeah we are, you can’t tell us what to do.” He went ahead of Goten only to be jerked back.

“I said you are not leaving . . . Trunks.” The demi-Sayian’s eyes went wide.

Goten did the same behind him. “Who-how do you know my name?” Trunks stuttered.

“I know a lot about you two Sayians.” His eyes turned towards Goten. “You. You have a good soul.” The man paused. “But your light isn’t that bright.”

“Nice rhyme but we have to go, our parents will be worried.” Goten moved forward. The grip on Trunks’ arm was released as the man’s eyes followed Goten.

His grin broadened. “Ah yes.” He whispered, his right hand reaching back into the front pocket of his slacks. His fingers wrapped around a cold cylinder object and popped off the plastic lid. His eyes narrowed a strange glint appeared in them as they seemed to suddenly change.

“G-Goten!” Trunks’ stepped towards his friend as the man stepped towards them. The man looked at the black haired as if he was a million dollars. He slowly inched closer. His hand moving from his packet, but the object was still concealed. “Lets get out of here. This guy I think he’s-“

“Finch.” The man said under his breath. Both dSayiSayian’s hearts skipped a beat; their eyes widened, as did Finch’s grin.

“Oh shit,” Goten mumbled as he backed away, Trunks was doing the same. Finch’s brown eyes were still glued to Goten.

Then he attacked.

With a quick unexpected shove Trunks was on the ground. Finch grasped a hold of Goten’s shoulder and moved his head to the right; he jammed the needle into the young demi-Sayian’s venerable neck. He yelped in surprise, and then shouted as he rose his ki. Finch fell back; he hadn’t expected such strength from a teen. ‘What is going on?’ Finch’s eyebrows drew together. Trunks rose his ki too, sending everything around them in different directions. A smile came back to Finch’s face as the aura surrounding Goten faded and quickly. He groaned as everything spun in a blur of green, gray, and purple. His knees gave away and he stumbled forward, unable to keep his balance. Trunks gasped as he saw his friend fall onto the grass. His eyes threatened to close, the darkness pulling him down.

“GOTEN!! GOTEN!!” Trunks shouted as he rushed to his friend’s side. He shook him again; he was still trying to rouse his friend. He didn’t respond.

As low cackle came from the brunette, Trunks’ hands tightened into fists. He swiftly turned only to cry out as something was pushed roughly into his neck. His knees gave away immediately after he was injected. “Yo-you bas-bast-ard . . .”He managed to choke out as black flooded his vision.

~ ~ ~

I groaned. The only thing I could recall at the time was he pain. It was like my head was split in two. At least it felt like it. I grimaced as my headache continued its onslaught. My eyes slowly cracked open, light flooding my eyes. I quickly shut them again as the pain sharpened.

“I see you’re awake. Good.” A familiar voice spoke behind me. It still had a seductive ring to it.

I need to get out of here! And NOW!

I moved my arm only to find it immobilized. My heart thumped faster as I tugged harder but I was held tightly. That’s when I moved my legs. Oh, shit. I’m standing up. I hadn’t noticed before, my eyes were still shut. I moved to the left. “Ah, ah, ah. And you were being so good.” I paused as I realized something else. Finch was holding me in place. I cringed. Oh, Kami if he has me . . . I rushed forward again, but I was firmly held. “Little Goten. I am going to let you go now. Don’t run too far . . . open your eyes young one.” They slowly began to open, the ache at my temples slowly dissipated. Different colors now filled my vision.

“What the hell?” I said in disbelief. “Whe-where are we?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Oh I think you know.” The voice breathed onto my ear, causing the hairs on my neck to stand on end.

I do know . . . but why? The scent of old popcorn filled my senses and a low tune played in the air. But the carnival is closed. It’s been closed. How is it- I suddenly found myself able to move. The first thing I did was raise my ki but there was none I was as if it was never there. Ho-how can I fly? I stared at the man as he stepped in front of me. A sly grin plastered across his youthful face.

His lips moved but the words were barely audible. “what?”

“Run. Run now or die now.”

I don’t wanna die! My mind screamed. So I ran.

I ran.

I ran for my life.

I sprinted past various rides. I soon ran out of breath and strangely found myself alone. My eyes darted back and forth and saw no one. Where is he? What is going on here? I shook my heads to clear my thought . It doesn’t matter, I have more important things to worry about such as: HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA GET OUT OF HERE???!!!

How do I get out? I ran down another road, more colors zooming by. Then I saw it.

EXIT, THIS WAY!!

I could have cried out of pure joy. I rose my speed, maybe this day is looking up after all.

I screamed as I felt it. PAIN! All there was . . . pain. It flared through my body, sparking from my left leg. White, hot, bing ing pain. The sickening CRUNCH reached my ears as I found that leg completely immobile. The air shoved my hair back as I put my hands forward, protecting my face from smacking against the asphalt. My tears spilled onto the black as a chuckle came from behind me. My elbows gave away. I tried to turn over-to stand up- to do ANYTHING!! But all I managed to do was pull myself across the asphalt, the sharp rocks making bloody trails across my hands.

What the hell hit me?

I was roughly turned over, I faced the darkened sky. A figure loomed over me. “Oh little Goten, you didn’t run fast enough. I’ve been waiting here for a long time. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He grinned as I saw an object in his hand. A black leather handle, heavy iron.

A hammer.

I shot my eyes towards my left leg, I gasped as I saw a mass of crimson and pieces of . . . my bones. I shrieked and moved back, this time my elbows taking a beating. “Goten, you’re not leaving here . . . alive. Why are you even bothering to try?”

The words left my mouth, they sounded pitiful to my own ear. “I-I don’t . . . I don’t wanna die!” I sniffled as he stepped closer
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“Oh . . . I’m sorry . . . don’t worry it won’t be that bad. You’ll be seeing your friend Trunks very soon.” Trunks . . . Oh no, what if he- Finch chuckled. “I always wondered what a hammer could really do to someone’s flesh and bones.” He spun the object in his hand, blood already glistening the flat part.

No-no!

My eyes narrowed as he knelt down next to me, the flat part of the hammer resting against my forearm. “I think we need an example.” His free arm gripped mine, holding it in place.

“NO!” I shouted as he swung the hammer away from me and into the air behind himself. Then he slammed it back down.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed in utter agony as my bones snapped and tore through my muscle, flesh, and clothes. Blood squirted out as I continued to scream my throat becoming raw quickly. The pain! OH KAMI! THE PAIN!!

Finch’s laugh echoed over my cries.

“Hmmm . . . “ His fingers picked up shards of my bloodied bones. He examined one of them, then flicked it away. I whimpered as I held back more cries.

“pl-please . . .” I managed to gasp. “St-“

“Continue? Please continue? If yosistsist.” He rose the hammer, blood dripping from the end. I clenched my eyes shut. Please let Trunks and my dad be safe. Let them all be safe. I cried out but new pain did not appear. Something warm and wet was pressed against my forehead. My eyes opened to see the handle. The flat part of the hammer was pressed against my forehead. I panted heavily. Maybe- maybe he’ll let me live! His eyes were looking at my blood stained shirt. He brought his free hand to it and dipped it into the wound. I whimpered louder as he removed it, his fingers now drenched in my blood. He brought it to his lips. I felt bile rise in my throat as his tongue licked off the crimson. His eyes closed as if he was experiencing heaven. After his fingers were licked clean, he brought his attention back to me. “If you taste this good, I wonder goo good your father will taste?”

“M-my dad? What do you . . . want with him?!”

He leaned closer to me. “Little Goten.” He smirked, a very Vegeta like thing to do, but it wasn’t him. He was with my dad. “What do YOU think I want?” I didn’t answer. I don’t want to know what he wants. Then why did I ask?

“Owe!” I yelled as he poked my chest.

“Your soul is beautiful young one. Very pure. But not as pure as the light’s.”

“The what?” I whispered in confusion.

“Your father. It is as if he is an angel. His soul is the brightest I have ever seen.” I continued to stare at him. He sighed and eyed the hammer. “I’ve never killed a child before . . .”

“How about you don’t start now.” I said, hoping maybe he’d change his mind.

“No . . . I need to destroy, light. Destroy the light. I must. You are part of him. YOU HAVE TO DIE!!” He shouted as he rose the hammer again. My eyes grew wide as he brought it down.

“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO-“

To bntinntinued . . .