A slight wind blew past, stirring motion out of the otherwise motionless
figure. Of her own volition, the only thing moving were
her eyes. Scanning, searching the burnt out crater of mud that had
been the home of that damned woman Sarro, or Zello, or whoever the hell
she claimed to be.
It can't be claimed that Katera was searching for Sarro. It couldn't even be conceived to a certain extent. Just after the explosion had caught her and Piccolo's attention, Katera had seen *him* again.
She had no name to put to this him, but, she had a face. A face she had cursed and beat countless times over in her mind. The face that had leered at her from within the concealing darkness in it's hood before blasting her from this world to the next.
Regardless of his power, he was going to pay.
With his life, preferably.
True to Saiyajin nature, Katera never factored in the fact that his power was far, far superior to hers. Along the same lines, nor did she pay attention to the fact that her readings for both he and Kakarrot-- excuse her again-- Gokuu weren't dependable enough to give a good comparision between them.
Katera huffed in contempt. There was no sign of him.
Yamcha sighed, his being a huff in a way as well, but more of despair than contempt. He hadn't left for all that long. What could possibly have happened to Sarro? He had some inkling of her power, somewhere in the back of his mind. A dim memory of something that may or may not have happened. A dim memory that gave him the chills when he tried to attain a hold on it.
Perhaps it was not meant to be.
Yamcha halted his thoughts there, shocked as his philisophical comment
about the memory seemed to ring true in his mind for
Sarro.
Of course, he thought bitterly to himself, Sarro was a Saiyajin, he was a human. Maybe it worked for Gokuu and Chichi, but Sarro was more Saiyajin than human (unlike Gokuu) she would never settle for him.
And Kuririn thought He'd be single for life.
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Sarro strained within her dark prison. Somewhere along the lines it had become more confining, she had hardly any space to move, and sometimes it felt as though she were running out of air.
Each time she attempted escape her confinement seemed to get smaller.
Sarro had taken to floating in a sitting position to
contemplate, one leg crossed primly over the other. (No need to not
look proper while being captured) Thinking and thinking did nothing, and
thinking about how thinking did nothing did nothing either. Sarro was in
quite the predicament.
Gradually, though suddenly as it were to Sarro's senses, having gone so long with no stimulii whatsoever, another presence filled the void. When the full brunt of it finally caught ahold of Sarro's attention she gave a small start and a gasp and stepped down to stand on the black floor that had either just formed or been there all the time.
Considering it was a black floor in the midst of pitch blackness, either was possible. Sarro's few steps clacked hollowly, and she stopped moving. Sarro eyed the darkness surrounding her suspiciously.
Something was wrong. This was wrong. She'd known that from the start, but this was really wrong. There was a new wrongness, one she liked even less than the previous wrongness.
Sarro suddenly wondered why her thoughts kept going in circles.
Then her thoughts stopped alltogether.
Out of the darkness, bringing with him a sort-of ambient light that
illuminated only Sarro and himself, stepped a ghost. A man. A
Saiyajin; with black hair at the beginning of graying and dark circles
under his black eyes.
" Hello, Zello, " he offered in quiet greeting.
All Sarro could manage in response was the breathless sounding of the
word, " Otousan... "
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[Is this the end of Sarro? Is this the end of everything as we know it? Hell no, it's not even the end of the chapter! ~grins~ Had you fooled]
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It had occured to the Earth's Special Forces that standing around a crater wasn't doing them any good. How long that took is an undisclosed amount of time. Let's just say that by the time they left, the crowd of spectators drawn by the explosion and law enforcement officials had long gone off to their own businesses. Like I said, nothing much fazed the people of Earth much. Between spacemen and giant green frog-like dragons, not to mention the bunch of well-mannered Piccolos that had hung around Capsule Corporation for a couple of months, Earth's people, at least those living around Capsule Corp. felt they had seen it all.
Little did they know, they hadn't seen nothing yet.
But they wouldn't be realizing that just yet.
Vejiita stalked back towards Capsule Corporation after trying unsuccessfully
to hide the fact that his stomach was rumbling.
Hopefully Mrs. Briefs would have something worth eating made. Some
of that nice cold stuff that came in a bucket and could be eaten with thick
brown liquid she called 'chocolate syrup.'
[Okay, so I'm weird. Shut up, Konekochan. This is me on a tylenol-high, okay? Oh, wait, this is going to be posted... ano... ignore me. I'm just the writer...]
[and, as the writer regains her senses (to a certain extent) she attempts to continue in a reasonable fashion...]
Vejiita was having a hard time dealing with this particular aspect of his life. Not only had he been sedentary for the longest period of his life on Chikyuu, here was the battle he'd been waiting for, and what was it composed of? More waiting.
Vejiita was a man of action, simple and true. When he wasn't doing something he was wasting time. Restless. Aimless. Vejiita wanted to fight something, and he wanted to fight that something to the ground. Unfortunately, for the time being, the only thing to fight was boredom.
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Sarro took a step back, scarcely believing her eyes. " Otousan... "
The man that was apparantly Sarro's lost father, approached her and offered a wan smile. " Hello, my Zello. "
Sarro shook her head and attempted to get a grasp on the situation. She was captured. She was in the middle of... nowhere, and suddenly her father whom she hadn't seen in ages appears? This was suspicious. Sarro didn't like it.
Wiping the surprise off her face, Sarro put a step's more distance between her and her father and demanded. " What are you doing here? I thought you were dead! Hell, I didn't know what had happened to you! You left Okaasan and just disappeared! "
Sarro's father hung his head slightly. " I know. It wasn't right of me to just disappear. But, dear Sarro-- "
" Nani? " Sarro was caught off guard by that, " You just called me-- "
After a brief moment of surprise appeared on his face, her father raised
his arm and it shot towards her, extending to unnatural
lengths to grasp Sarro by the throat and slam her against the wall
of blackness behind her. Having rendered Sarro speechless, her father approached
her until his arm was natural length again and concluded, " -- it was for
your own good. "
" K-Kusooo... " Sarro trailed off.
A smile. A dangerous, cunning, sly smile. " Now, now, what way is that to address your own father? "
" Ch-chikushooo, " Sarro forced, " Kuraft! "
Her father shook his head. " No, my child, I am still Potaeo, but I am Kuraft's, as will be you. "
Pressed against the wall, Sarro could not escape when the darkness came.
No one heard her scream.
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Quaker stood at a monitor, his orange eyes observing the Earth spin dutifully on the screen. So pristine. So unsuspecting. So doomed. Kuraft could handle Sarro in his own way, but Quaker wanted a shot at the Super Saiyajin. Quaker wanted a shot at Son Gokuu.
All work and no play, afterall...
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When Gokuu arrived home, he was just in time to greet Chichi and Gohan returning from their shopping trip. Gokuu winced upon the sight. The aircar was weighted down with a multitude of packages and shopping bags. Apparantly Gyuu-maoh's treasure storage never ran out. Gohan couldn't see over the stack of new textbooks he carted into the house. Gokuu was never more glad for his lack of an education.
Chichi eyed him accusingly. " Where have you been? Not at that explosion I hope. "
Gohan, bless his big little brain, came to Gokuu's rescue. " Okaasan. If Otousan had been fighting wouldn't he look more than just a little muddy? "
Thankfully, Chichi concurred. " I suppose. How did you get so dirty, Gokuu? "
" Um... I fell? " Gokuu answered.
Chichi stared at him wordlessly. Gohan blinked. The leaves rustled.
Quaker arrived.
His arrival was uneventful... for an incident involving Gokuu that is. By uneventful of course I mean the Son homestead became a smoking crater in the amount of time it generally takes to blink. Which is just what Chichi did when her home was snuffed out in a massively fast yet large rush of air and shrapnel. Gohan, at least, had the instinct to throw up a sheild of ki energy around him and his mother.
In response. Chichi blinked again.
Another explosion tore apart the ground beneath Gokuu's feet. He leaped out of the way and hung in the air looking, glaring, at his attacker. The rush of air from the attack tousled his hair and his clothing as he shouted, " Gohan! Get Chichi out of here! " without taking his eyes off of Quaker.
Gohan shook a moment from the strong energy he felt before nodding comprehension and wordlessly carting his mother to safety. Safety that was far, far away.
Staring down his enemy, floating in the air by his own power, Son Gokuu intoned the question, " Who are you? "
With a thin smile, Quaker brought his hand out from beheath his cloak
and extended it, palm down, towards Gokuu. " Death, " he answered with
that same smile.
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[There! ~triumphant pose~ I managed to finish that off quite seriously!
No more tylenol for me! Bwa ha ha ha hahahaha! But
enough about me, let's talk about you! Do you wanna know what happens
to Gokuu? Yes, yes, I know, he gets into a fight. But does the fight go
quite the way you expect it to? Find out, if you dare in Chapter Eighteen;
This is Only the Beginning. Battles in the War.]
[Written by Inseiko, 2000]
[Shameless moment of Self-promotion; If you want to see the full effects
of my tylenol induced insanity, go read A Mazoku Can Not Lie... Much. My
second attempt at Slayers Fanfiction: and hey, you know you can't read
the second without reading the first! Ja ne!]
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