The War of Worlds
By
B_Chan
prologue
There was no sound, there was no light, there was nothing but darkness all around him. He turned around trying to find something, anything in the chaotic black. Nothing, there was nothing. He began to walk, not knowing if he was actually making ground, but not have anything else to do. Slowly senses began to return to him and the first one to greet him was his sense of smell. Death, he could smell death. He stopped in his tracks, as a cold breeze running along his skin like someone’s icy fingers. He spun on his heels, but there was nothing; he could see nothing.
"Who’s there!" he challenged. The sound of footsteps echoed around the void of black nothingness. "Show yourself you coward!" he roared. A deep male voice laughed low in its throat. His blood turned cold, that voice! He knew that voice!
Where once there was nothing but darkness now there was light. He took a step back and shielded his eyes from the intense shower of golden light that stretched his shadow into a tall giant. A sudden feeling of fear gripped him. He dared to look through his hands at the golden being before him, and his heart squeezed tight at the sight before him. Death, he was looking a golden angel of death in the face. A golden angel that wore his face and smiled back with emotionless eyes of aqua blue.
"Are you afraid?" asked the being with his voice.
He could not answer; he took another step back from the angel of death.
The golden angel’s smile was beautiful, but it’s eyes remained blank, dead. "You should be," said the angel taking a step foreword. "I’ll kill them all. All in my path until another rises. One worthy enough to face me, to kill me, to kill you."
The golden being stood before him with out stretched arms, as if to beckon him to his embrace. "Come, it is your true nature. Everything else is just darkness and an empty void compared to what I am to you. Come," repeated the golden angel taking another step forward. "Come embrace death and become it."
"NNNNOOOOOOO!"
Vegeta sat up in bed with a gasp for breath. He raised up his hand to see it was trembling, he was trembling. He slapped his hand on his sweat-covered forehead and ran it down to cup his mouth and chin, breathing deeply through his nose. The memories of the dream had left him once he’d waken, but the terrifying feel it brought him lingered on his senses.
He released his mouth and breathed in a shaky breath. Nothing had ever scared him, not like he was now. There was no way to defend, no way to fight back, no way to escape, only run; run until it consumed him and every thing else in its path.
The fear faded and he snorted to himself. It had only been a stupid dream, his subconscious was just playing with him; or was it trying to tell him something?
Vegeta glanced down at the blue haired creature that slept by his side. She hadn’t stirred, just continued to draw in even breaths, showing she was indeed still deep in slumber. He looked long at her, studying her every line, every curve. Looking at her as if for the first time, even though he knew her body almost better then his own.
He reached down with his hand and ran it down her, not touching her, simply running his fingers over her sleeping form; feeling the heat that she generated through his skin. He ran his hand up to her face and felt her breath tickle him with rhythmic puffs of air. She was pretty and young again. A few years had already past since his wish to rejuvenate her, her features were more defined now, hair longer, body fuller. He allowed his eyes to soften only a second as he watched her sleep before he forced them away.
As carefully as he could he slipped out from under the covers and off the king size bed he shared with his mate. Shadows cast about, created by the windows and piece of furniture placed around the room.
He padded softly over to the large glass doors, which led to the small balcony branching off the side of their room. Dressed only in a pair of thin black boxers, he leaned against the doors’ frame and peered out into the night. Stars shown bright against the black canopy of the sky, and the full moon, that he dare not look directly at, hung high painted everything silver that was not covered by shadows.
He grabbed the doors’ knobs and turned, opening them. A cold breeze blew into the room, but the saiyan prince wasn’t affected by it. He stepped out onto the balcony and leaned against its railing, folding his forearms in front of him to rest on the white wood. His glazed fixed on nothing as he basked in the rays of the moon. He had the sudden desire to look up, but decided against it as a cold wind whipped over him, causing the thick hair on his tail to fluff out to conserve heat.
He laughed softly to himself, once he won’t have hesitated to look at a full moon. He would have looked just for the thrill of the psychical change, to feel the wild passion infest him and the high that it gave him to be in that form. But, now all he could think of was, what would he do after transforming, how his mate would be pissed at him for ruining their property with his clumsy feet, and what if he transformed back in front of someone without any clothes on?
"Vegeta," called a gentle voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder as the blue haired woman rose up from their bed, in an almost translucent gown of aqua blue. "What’s wrong? You shouldn’t be out when the moon is full," she said slipping from the mattress to walk toward him.
Vegeta tore his eyes away from her beauty and looked down at the yard below.
She walked up to stand next to him, he could see her long blue hair waving in the wind out of the corner of his eyes.
"I feel old," he said suddenly.
"No you’re not," she said. He could sense her smiling down on him. "Come back to bed." When he made no more to do so she grabbed him by the wrists and turned him around so that the moon was to his back. "Come back to bed and I’ll show you just how old you are."
He couldn’t help but smirk and she smirked back in an imitation of him. He allowed her to pull him back into their room and close the doors behind them. They spent the rest of that night together in each other’s arms.
* * * * * * * * * * *
A ship sailed by in the cold dark sea of space.
"Captain Tenma," said a soldier saluting a tall man who stared out a large window at the vastness of space. He was dressed in a green military suit, with a patch on his shoulder marked with an L. His skin was midnight black, eyes solid red, with no pupils. His hair was a dark spiky brown and stuck out in a wild riot on his head.
"What is it?" asked Tenma in a bored tone still staring out into space.
"We are approaching the next planet, planet 225-963-007," said the soldier in an even clear voice.
"What are the stasis of that planet, do the natives have any power?" asked Tenma.
"Sir, the average power level on that planet is 5. Their technology is primitive and their defensives pathetic."
Tenma frowned. "What is the next planet we will be conquering after this one?"
"Sir, that would be planet 225-986-013, which is a weeks journey way from our current position."
The captain cursed and turned around. "What a waste of my time. I am far too powerful to be conquering these mud ball planets out in the middle of no where. I should be at Lord Lucifer’s side, serving him as a really fighter. What good will these primitive planets and their primitive life forms be to my Lord?!"
"Sir, is it not Lord Lucifer’s goal to control the entire universe and all of its many life forms?" said the soldier.
Tenma raised up a hand, which began to glow.
"C-captain!" said the soldier backing away.
Tenma fired a ki blast at the soldier and vaporized him. The other soldiers in the room trembled and glanced nervously at the place their comrade had been.
A wicket grin crossed his face. "Maybe I should have some fun with this planet and its pathetic life forms first before I move on." He turned to his men. "I want to know who’s that planet’s strongest fighter, who they consider to be their champion. Tap into their communication till you find out who he is."
"Yes sir!" chorused all the soldiers.
Tenma grin and turned back to the window.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"YYYAAAHHH!!!!" Shouted Bra turning the wheel of the blue and silver capsule speedboat she drove, behind her was Marron water-skiing on a single ski.
The pretty blond leaned to the side and jumped the wave doing a complete turn in the air. She landed with a splash and a giant roster tail of water spurted out from the bottom of her ski.
"Bra!" shouted Pan who was sitting in the front seat next to her. "When are Trunks and Goten going to get here!" she shouted over the roar of the engine.
"Goten should be here before my brother!" shouted Bra. "They’re flying here on the same plane, but my brother has a meeting in New York City to go to before he can join us."
Pan frowned. "There we are on vacation, in Florida of all places, and he’s working!" growled Pan. "I haven’t seen his face in over a year, I’m starting to forget what he looks like."
Bra laughed. "I though you didn’t mind long distance love? You write him enough on the Internet and call him practical every day, if you forget what he looks like just listen for his voice."
"Ha, ha, very fun," said Pan crossing her arms.
"Pan you know my brother is busy running Capsule Corps. I keep telling you to make him marry you so he has to take you with him, but do you listen to me? Noooo!"
"Oh please don’t you start, you have to be around someone for them to propose to you, and Trunks is never around. I think he’s married his job."
"Tough isn’t it," said Bra.
Pan nodded. "I just want every one to disappear, but me and Trunks. I’m tired of sharing him with the rest of the world."
Bra laughed. "My poor brother bonded to a very possessive woman. You must be very.... frustrated not having him around on moon light nights."
"Bra!" shouted Pan. "Will you stay out of my love life!" shouted the quarter saiyan shaking a fist at her.
"Oh come on it’s been several years since the Ultimate martial arts tournament were you beat him and made him your mate. When are you two going to tie the note?"
"When are you and Uub going to?!" growled Pan.
"I don’t know, maybe soon," said Bra sighing dreamily and taking her hands off the wheel to clasp them over her heart.
"Hey! Never let go of the wheel, special if you have a skier behind you!" shouted Pan grabbing the wheel.
Bra looked over her shoulder. "What skier?"
"What do you mean what skier?! Maron! The one right be-" Pan looked over her shoulder to see the ski rope bouncing and skipping across the water with no skier holding on to it.
"Some spotter you are Pan," said Bra. "Put the flag up."
"Why?! She’s not anywhere in sight. Where did she let go?"
"A better question would be when did she let go," said Bra turning the boat around and speeding back the way they came.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Trunks walked down the flight of steps leading off the Capsule Corps jet he had arranged to travel on. He shields his eyes and wiped the sweat off his forehead as he peered around the Florida airport.
"Wow!" shouted a familiar voice behind Trunks.
He smiled and glanced back at this friend with thick black hair. Goten was dressed in a Hawaii shirt covered in palm trees, white jean shorts, red tong sandals, and black shades.
"Oh wow, this is so cool. We’re in Florida Trunks! I’ve never been in the U.S. Well I’ve flown over it a couple of times, but I never really stop to look around or anything. This is great I’m in America!"
"Calm down Goten," said Trunks pulling out his own pair of expensive shades and putting them on. "You’re acting like a kid at Disney World."
Goten turned to Trunks with sparkling eyes. "Can we go to Disney World?!" He ran over to his best friend and grabbed his arm, shaking it. "Please Trunks, pretty please."
"What you want to go on the Dumbo ride?" said Trunks freeing his arm. "I think they have a height requirement for that."
"Trunks!" whined Goten.
Trunks laughed at his excited friend. "It’s fine with me, but you’ll have to ask the girls first. Remember, I have to go to my meeting. You can ask them for us okay."
"Oh come on Trunks. Can’t you skip this meeting, just this once. We miss you," said Goten.
Trunks shock his head. "Sorry, I can’t. I’m a man of business and my word. I promised I’d be there, so I have to go."
Goten sighed. "Pan’s going to be disappointed."
The corners of Trunks’ mouth dropped a little. "I know, but I’m planning on making it up to her when I see her tonight," said Trunks. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box and looked at it nervously.
"What’s that?" asked Goten leaning in for a better look.
"This?" laughed Trunks nervously. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," he said sticking it back into his pocket.
"I don’t think it’s nothing, special since you’re acting so strange. Let me see!" shouted Goten jumping on his best friend’s back.
"Ahhhh Goten!" shouted Trunks staggering about the staircase trying to pry his friend off. The ground crew was giving them strange looks and the airport police were wondering if the purple haired man was being attacked.
Goten some how managed to get his hand in Trunks’ pocket and snatched the box out.
"Goten you’re messing up my hair! Ahhh, no! Careful with that!" shouted Trunks spotting Goten with the box. All of Trunks attention went to the box in Goten’s hand and he failed to put his foot properly on the next step down.
"Ahhhh!" shouted both men as they went crashing down the last of the steps, landing in a heap at the bottom.
"Are you all right Miss?" asked one of the ground crew that had just shown up right when the two went falling down the steps. He leaned down to help Trunks up as the purple haired man tried to flip his long hair out from his face; it had come loose for its ponytail when Goten had jumped on him.
"Miss!" said Trunks getting up on his own. "I’m a guy."
The ground crew man blushed. "I’m sorry," he said bowing low to Trunks.
Goten laughed. "Man Trunks, I told you to cut your hair."
"Shut up! Mr. Trowa look alike!" said Trunks roughly gathering back up his shoulder blade length hair and tying it back up in a messy ponytail. "I don’t have time to get it cut."
"Sure you don’t. Do I really look like Trowa? Cool!" said Goten playing with his long bangs that hung over one eye.
"Man, you’re hopeless," said Trunks tying to smooth out his hair. He hadn’t cut it in a couple of years and it had gotten pretty long. He kind of like the change and so had let it continue to grow. Unfortunately some did mistake him for a girl at quick glance, but he was use to it now. Plus, he wondered what Pan would think of it long, she had always loved playing with it when it was shorter. Trunks sighed and closed his eyes, remembering how Pan use to run her fingers through his hair while they talked after making-
"Holy cow Trunks! This is a diamond!" shouted Goten breaking Trunks from his little daydream.
"Give me that!" shouted Trunks snatching the ring and box from his friend.
"Trunks is that for Pan?" asked Goten in a dazed voice. "Are you going to ask her to marry you!"
Trunks blushed. "Maybe," he said in a quite voice.
"Maybe! You’ve got the ring!"
"I’ve had the ring for a couple years now, Goten. I just haven’t given it to her. I don’t know if I’m ready to get married." He fingered the box, tossing it back and forth between his hands.
"Go for it! Go for it!" shouted Goten. "You two should have gotten married years ago!"
"It’s not that simple Goten," said Trunks.
"Oh you’re just nervous," said Goten nodding. "That’s normal. She’ll say yes, you know she will."
Trunks laughed nervously. "You think so?"
Goten nodded his head wildly. "Hey, I know my little niece."
"Maybe.... maybe I’ll ask her tonight," said Trunks looking down at the box.
Goten slapped him on the back.
"Oh Kami!" shouted Trunks.
"What?!" shouted back Goten looking around.
"What time is it?!" he asked looking at his watch. "Ahhhh! I’ve got to go! My meeting is going to start in 15 minutes and I’ve got to be in New York City. Bye Goten, see you tonight!" yelled Trunks running way to a spot were he could take off without any one seeing him.
"Be in New York City in 15 minutes?!" said one of the ground crew. "Yah, good luck," snickered another.
Goten smiled and looked up to see a figure flying by at high speeds. "If you weren’t late so much Trunks, you get out of shape really fast," laughed Goten. "Let’s see I need to get a taxi and have them take to me to the Sunset Hotel?" he said scratching his head and looking down at piece of paper that Trunks had given him earlier with instruction on it. "How do I get a taxi?"
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Marron, please don’t be upset," said Pan trying to keep up with her blond friend’s fast pace. "I said I was sorry."
"I almost got run over by not just one, but TWO speed boats," growled Marron walking faster. "I could have been killed, because you weren’t doing your job as a spotter!" she turned and jabbed a finger at Pan.
"Oh come on Marron. You know you’re too strong to die just because a boat or two runs you over," laughed Pan. "Marron? Marron!" called Pan running after her friend as she turned and stomped away. "Come on it was a joke. Don’t be mad."
Bra came bouncing up to them. "Who wants ice cream?!" she called with a cardboard tray in her hand filled with triple scoops of ice cream. "I’ve got mint chip, your favorite Maron!"
Marron still grumbling continued to stomp off.
"She’s still mad at us?" said Bra. She leaned over to lick her own cone in her other hand, it was starting to melt.
Pan nodded.
"Marron if you don’t want this I’m going to eat it myself!" shouted Bra waving the tray with the other cones in it.
Marron turned around still mutter and walked right up to the blue haired demi-saiyan. Without a word of thanks she snatched her ice cream, turned around, and stomped away.
"You’re welcome!" shouted Bra at her back.
Pan took her cone and licked the top scoop, strawberry. "Mmmmm, this is good ice cream."
"Don’t I get one?" asked a voice from behind.
"Goten!" shouted Bra and Pan. Marron stopped her fuming to look over her shoulder.
Goten smiled his classic Son smile and waved at them. "Hi girls, long time no see."
"Goten!" shouted Bra jumping on him. "Oh I missed you! I’ll go buy you an ice cream right now, triple scoops, no quadruple scoops!" laughed the demi-saiyan girl.
Goten licked his lips. "Really, just for me? You’re the best Bra!"
She pulled Goten down so that she could whisper in his ear. "Go say hello to Maron, she missed you dummy." Bra let go of him and ran off to go buy another ice cream.
Goten looked up and smiled warmly at Marron. "Marron don’t I get a hug?" he asked opening his arms.
Marron’s frown melted and she walked over to let him hug her. "You’re late," she said nuzzling his neck.
Goten laughed. "I got lost. First, I couldn’t get a taxi so I decided to trying finding the hotel myself, and then I forgot my luggage, and-"
Pan laughed. "That’s Goten for you. So, how’s Trunks. Do you know when he’ll be back?" Pan looked at her Uncle with hopeful eyes.
Goten sadly shock his head. "I’m sorry Pan. I don’t know the time, but he will be back tonight."
Pan’s smile dropped a little, but then brightened. "Well, then we’ll see him tonight for sure. It’s been so long since we’ve gotten together."
Marron sighed. "It’s a lot harder now that we’ve all got jobs and stuff," said Marron leaning against Goten. "I feel really sorry for Bra. Her new singing career makes it almost impossible for her to be with Uub theses days."
Goten nodded. "I can’t even remember when I last saw Uub, not to mention Base and Almuerzo." The demi-saiyan man smiled remembering his other friends. "It’s too bad they couldn’t come with us, I miss them."
"We’ll have to have a reunion when we get back to Tokyo," said Pan. "All eight of us, like old times."
"Oh, I think we’ll all be getting together soon enough," said Goten with a wide grin on his face while looking at Pan. "Really soon."
"What for?" asked Marron.
Goten laughed. "I can’t tell you it’s a surprise," he said kissing her cheek. "You’ll all find out tonight."
Bra came skipping back with a tall cone of ice cream. "Goten!" she sang waving it at him. Goten’s tongue dropped out and he wiped the drool off the corner of his mouth.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Sir!" said a soldier standing behind the tall dark figure.
"Yes," said Tenma still staring out at the sea of space.
"Sir, we have the information regarding planet 225-963-007’s champion that you requested."
Tenma turned around and grinned down at his soldier. "Good, tell me what you have learned."
"Sir, his name is Mister Satan. As far as we can tell he is considered to be the strongest man on the planet and quit famous. It wasn’t hard finding this information, he’s regarded as top fighter all over the globe."
"Mister Satan," said Tenma bring a hand up to his chin in thought. He smiled a wicket grin. "Locate that planet’s top cities and put fire locks on them, but leave the one that this Mister Satan is living in alone. We’ll issue a formal challenge after we’ve gotten their attention." Tenma grinned devilishly and turned back to look out the window.
"Sir," said the soldier and ran to give out his captain’s orders.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Pan sighed and looked at her watch, it was only 2:00 in the afternoon; night was taking too long to get there. She glanced back at Goten who was being pulled around behind Bra’s Capsule speedboat in a large black and blue inner tube.
"Faster!" shouted Goten giving them the thumbs up sign for more speed.
Marron who was driving looked at her speed gage. "Bra, just what was the limit for how fast you could go with a tube behind you?"
Bra shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t know. I think that’s only so little kids won’t get hurt, you can probably go as fast as you want with Goten back there."
"Faster!" shouted Goten waving his arms in the air. "Go faster!"
Marron shrugged her shoulders as Bra had done and floored it.
"Wwweeee!" shouted Bra trying to hold her long blue hair out of her face.
Marron grinned devilishly and turned the wheel sharply, increasing her speed.
"Ummm....." said Pan staring at the tube behind them.
"Oh my. I guess there is a reason for a speed limit with tubes," said Bra.
"What?!" shouted Marron over the roar of wind. "What’s going on back there?!"
Pan and Bra stared back at the air born inner tube with a wide-eyed Goten clinging to it. A gush of wind hit the tube and tipped it over, casing it to turn several times before smashing back into the water upside down. Goten for some stupid reason hadn’t let go of the upside down, out control tube. Every time they hit a wave the tube would bounce up and they could see him still stuck upside down in the tube.
Pan and Bra developed large sweat drops on their heads.
"Um.... should I put up the flag?" asked Pan.
"He’s not out of the tub," said Bra watching at they hit another big wave and Goten appeared once more only to disappear once the tube landed again.
"What’s going on back there? Why are you two so quite all of a sudden," asked Marron.
Bra and Pan ".........."
"He’s got to let go sooner over later," said Bra.
"I think he’s going to drown," said Pan.
Marron dared a look over her shoulder and gasped, she slammed on the breaks. The inner tube went under the water like a missile and ran like a torpedo under the boat. A moment later it went shooting out the water. Goten went flying free, doing several flips in the air, before belly flopping into the water.
Marron, Pan, and Bra winced at the ungraceful flight and landing.
"That’s got to hurt," said Bra.
"Goten!" shouted Marron levitating up and flying over to the crash site of the demi-saiyan. She found him belly up in the water, eyelids peeled back and mouth frozen wide in a silent scream, fingers twitching usually about the inner Tube’s handles which had ripped off with him. Marron grabbed him by a leg and levitated up higher. She flew back to the boat with Goten hanging by one leg like some kind of dead hunting trophy. Marron dropped him on the front of the boat and knelt down beside him. "Goten?" she called slapping him lightly on the face.
Goten closed his mouth, then began to squirm and laugh uncontrollable. The three girls exchanged glance, not understanding what was so funny.
Goten continued to laugh rolling around on the boat’s front, the girls noticed something flopping around in Goten’s short; all raised an eyebrow.
Goten stood up and shook his swim trunks, till a large fish flopped out one leg, flopped around on the boat a little, then managed to throw it’s self back into the water.
"That’s one way to catch fish," said Bra in amusement.
"Yah, but who’d want to eat a fish that’s been down Goten’s shorts," said Pan wiggling her nose.
They heard clapping and everyone turned around to see Trunks still in his tan business suit levitating above them clapping his hands. "Only Goten is so skilled," he smiled down at them.
"Trunks!" shouted Pan and leapt up wrapping her arms around the longhaired man.
"Pan!" shouted Trunks before they both fell out of the sky like a pair of stones and into the water with a splash.
Trunks popped out with a gasp. "Oh Kami! This was my favorite suit! Ahhhh! My cell phone!" shouted Trunks digging in his pocket he pulled out a small black phone and opened it; water poured out. Trunks stared at it in shock.
"Oh no you don’t!" shouted Pan. She grabbed the cell phone and dunked Trunks under the water, his arms flailed wildly trying to free his head. Pan drew back her arm and chucked the cell phone as far as she could. It sailed over the horizon till they could no longer see it.
"Pan!" shouted Trunks gasping for air, his long purple hair had come undone again and was now waving around in the water like a mermaid’s mane.
Pan laughed and wrapped her arms around him. "No working! I demand that you take some time off and spend it with me and your friends!" She grabbed him by the hair and made him look her in the eyes. "Holy shit!" she said looking at the length of his hair. "When did you grow all of this!?" she said running a hand through his long hair.
Trunks laughed and levitated up holding on to Pan as he did so. He landed on the boat’s front and let her go to grab the sides of his suit and hold them out. "Well, don’t I look like a drowned rat or what?"
"No, you look more like a drowned business man or a lawyer," grin Bra.
"Jeez, thanks," snickered Trunks and took off his blazer. His white under-shirt had become nearly transparent from the water and was plastered to him.
"Oh I have so got to get you out of those clothes," said Pan with a predatory look in her eyes. "I mean- out of those clothes and into a pair of swim trunks!" she said blushing.
Trunks blushed as well and the others laughed at the couple.
"Save it for later you two," teased Marron.
"Trunks, how come you’re back so soon," asked Goten.
"Well, I cut the meeting short so I could get here faster," smiled Trunks.
"You?! Cut a meeting short?!" said Goten grasping his heart as if he was having a heart attack. "You haven’t done that since when you first became president of Capsule Corps."
"Oh stop mocking me. This is the thanks I get for cutting an important meeting short to be with you guys?" He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
Pan smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks," she whispered into his ear
Trunks blushed and stuck his hands in his pants pockets, one hand curled around a small box, and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest.
"Pan?" he said turning to her. It was know or never.
"Yes?" she asked.
Trunks opened his mouth to speak, but a gush of air so powerful it flipped over their boat hit them suddenly, followed by a roaring boom.
Trunks gasped again as his head popped out of the water. His eyes widen as they looked off to the north. A giant mushroom cloud billowed up into the sky, Trunks could tell it was very far away, but the shear size us it!
"Pan!" shouted Trunks turning around it the water. "Goten! Bra! Marron!"
Marron, Goten, and Bra all came up gasping for breath and coughing.
"Where’s Pan?!" shouted Trunks scanning around. The others did like-wise.
"I don’t see her anywhere!" said Marron franticly.
Trunks filled his lungs with air and dove under the water. It was hard to see in the slightly murky water, but what he couldn’t see with his eyes he felt with his other senses. Trunks felt Pan ki, he swam towards it till, it became stronger and he spotted something orange: pan’s bandana. Trunks wrapped one arm around Pan’s shoulders and kicked his feet. He nearly rose straight out of the water, rising all the way up to his waist, before sinking back down to his shoulders.
"Pan!" shouted Marron swimming towards the two.
"Bring her over here!" shouted Bra who had climbed on to the bottom of their over turned boat. Trunks swam towards his sister dragging Pan’s limp body with him. Goten got to the boat before him and help him haul Pan out and onto the turned over boat.
"Out of the way!" shouted Marron climbing up and going over to Pan. "Give me some room." Marron had worked as a lifeguard over the summer, and knew what to do in these kinds of situations.
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Goten in a worried voice.
Marron leaned over Pan and checked her breathing and pulse. He pinched Pan’s nose closed and sealed her mouth with her own, giving her two short breaths. After the second breath, Pan coughed up some water, Marron rolled her over on her stomach and patted her back lightly as Pan continued to empty her lungs of water.
"What happened?" she asked in a dazed voice.
"Hold still," said Marron in a firm voice. She took hold of Pan head and touched a cut on her temple. Pan hissed and slapped her hand away.
"Don’t do that! It hurts!" she said touching the cut herself and wincing.
"Looks like you got hit with something when that blast hit us. Must have stunned you or something."
"Should we have that looked at?" asked Trunks.
"I’ll be fine," said Pan getting shackle up to her feet.
"Don’t push yourself," said Marron. Pan stagger and Trunks stood up wrapping his arms around her as she moaned and held her head.
"What do you think that blast was?" asked Bra looking in the direction it had come from. The sky where Trunks had seen the mushroom cloud was still covered in white.
"My Kami.... It’s huge," whispered Bra.
"Do you think it’s a nuclear blast or something?" asked Goten.
"No, too far away, even a nuclear war head doesn’t cause damage that far away."
"Kami, I think that was New York City, the place I just came from," said Trunks.
"That’s a couple states away!" protested Goten.
"Let’s check it out," said Bra.
The group levitated up, Trunks shifted Pan on to his back, since she was still dazed from her injuries.
As they flew the cloud only got bigger, but it was starting to thin out a little. The ground they flew over was ripped up. The closer they got to the blast sight, the more churned up the ground became.
"Kami, the shock wave must have ran all the way around the planet," said Bra. Trees were blown flat, houses were demolished, and chaos was everywhere.
"What happened here," said Marron in a shaky voice. They reached the place that was once New York City. It was gone; blown away. Nothing remained, but a giant creator stretching for miles upon miles.
"Kami.... all those people..." said Goten staring with wide eyes at the ground. "How could someone do that?!" he shouted angry. "There’s nothing left! Not even a blade of grass!" he shouted tears running down his cheeks.
"Goten," said Marron flying over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her shoulder and wept.
"Who would do something like this?" breathed Trunks. He was in shear horror of what he was see. What was the point of blowing up a city like that? There wasn’t any war that the U.S. was fighting at the time so who had attacked. Could it be a new super power? Trunks trembled at the thought of an enemy so cruel.
"Guys I don’t think this was the only place destroyed like this," said Bra making a fist.
"Why do you say that?" asked Trunks turning to look at his sister.
"Because, even though that was no doubt a powerful blast, I don’t think that it would have reached us all the way in Florida without some help.
"What do you mean?!" demanded Trunks. He had an idea of what his sister was getting at, but he just didn’t want to think about what that meant.
"I think that several other spots all over the planet were hit like this and joined in one massive wave that just kept going as it picks up shock waves from different blasts. If I didn’t know any better I’d think that blast were made to all go in one direction towards or away from some place."
Trunks shivered he knew that his little sister was right, for a shock wave to travel that far it would need a couple good pushes along the way to keep it going. He knew this from his training as a fighter and from his teachings at Capsule Corps.
"In order to do something like that, the attack would have to come from different stations all around the planet, in space. Trunks lifted his head and peered up into the heavens.
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Tenma grinned as he watched different spots all over the blue and green planet blow up in bursts of white. He never tired of watching the beauty of destruction, it was an art in its self to him.
"Sir, what now?" asked one of his soldiers.
"We send a little invite to this Mister Satan," said Tenma, his voice laced with amusement.
Name means:
-Tenma: Japanese word for demon
-Almuerzo: Spanish word for Lunch.
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