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Notes:I think I want to finish the first chapter in the series pretty soon, so there may only be a few more chapters. Dragon's Daughter As Cillia charged the cloaked fiend known to her as Meftul, she thought about the perhaps foolishness of her hasty words. Then she decided she didn't really care. All that she knew at the moment was that the devilish thing before her had killed her family. It had threatened to hurt ones she loved. She felt her anger grow. :You dare to anger ME!: she thought at him in a truculent tone. To her immense amazement, she heard a reply. :Well, yes princess. You see, The reason I hate the royal family of Shenlong-sei, indeed all of the Lei, is because of what they did to me.:The voice was so different from the creature's vocal voice, she almost faltered before making her attack. When Cillia reached Meftul, she broke into a flurry of open punches, which- much to she and her companions' dismay- failed to connect each time. The one thing Cillia did notice was that Meftul went to any lengths to keep the hood from falling of of his head. How interesting... thought Cillia, careful not to project it into the enemy's head as they exchanged mental and physical blows. Armend with this new information, she concentrated her attack in the general region of his head. Cillia was exhilirated by the heat of the battle, the blood rushing in her ears, the fine art of attacking and defending at the same time. She was so intranced, in fact, that she failed to notice that Meftul, despite her valiant effort, was charging up for a ki blast. When he disappeared, she was quick to follow. The unfortunate thing was, she wasn't quick enough. The blast fired at her companions. Trunks, Goten, and 18 saw it coming. They had been watching the fight with great intensity. They moved out of the way fast enough to remain unharmed. Their case was radically different from their fathers' and Gohan's. They hadn't sensed anything, and it is hard to see anything through the backs of teenagers. Gohan was fast enough to escape the brunt of the blast, but it hit him on the side of his ribcage, shattering the bones. He fell from the sky to land rather painfully on the ground. Vegeta tried to counter the attack, but he didn't have enough time to charge up a wave. The blast hit him almost full on, ripping away parts of his armor and painfully searing his flesh. Vegeta, stubborn saiyajin that he was, refused to conserve his energy and join Gohan on the ground. Goku was hit directly. He screamed in pain and spouted curses as he dropped out of super saiyajin and felt his very flesh burn. Just before he would have died, Mariel snatched him out of the current of power. He was barely recognizable for his charred skin. Mariel had never had a strong stomach, and at the site of his disfigured flesh, she promptly lost her meal. She lowered Goku, shuddering, to the plateau. A raucous laugh made her look up. Meftul was laughing. Mariel/Cillia felt a rage suddenly grow within her, a purple/red rage directed at he who had hurt and nearly killed people who were very close to her heart, even if she had only known them for a miniscule amount of time. It swelled as a river swells from a flood, it rushed and roared in her ears until it was no longer possible to think; the rage was everything. She felt as if she were in the middle of a giant wind vortex. The odd thing was, the wind had color. Silver. The rage rushed higher and higher, ever higher until- Calm. She was the eye of the storm of life. Everything made sense, she understood all things. The gruesome dream, it had been of the first place ravaged by Meftul. The fevers, the cold, all warnings from her subconcious to leave. As her hair was tossed up by the wind, she knew what she had to do. She knew why her father had died. It had been no freak accident. She had wished death on him. ***"I-I'm going to k-k-kill him," she had said.*** As everyone watched, Mariel's ki began to grow. It broke all boundaries of power. Thruoghout the battle, she had had no visible representation of her ki. Now it dropped onto her as if called. It was neither the gold of super saiyajin, nor the white of super human. It was a gray color that seemed to sparkle. Her hair was blown violently upward by the force of the wind, but she didn't seem to care. Her eyes flashed brilliantly and became an appealing shade of forest green, without pupils. Her wings flared, framing her body and giving it support. Her arms, which had been crossed in front her (a la Egypt), she moved to her sides. She launched at Meftul with one fist raised to strike. |
