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Notes: I know I'm overdoing it a bit on how much they like her, but I've seen boys literally go head over heels. Also, about Cillia's "dream". Make of it what you will. I know it's strange, it's supposed to be and it's a turning point in the fic. A medium-length chapter, but without a doubt a lot of important stuff in it. When Goten carried Cillia to the front door, she unlocked it and Trunks carried her upstairs. She complained that she was entirely capable of walking, but they wouldn't hear it. Trunks set her on her bed and de-compressed a duffel bag from a capsule. He walked into her -huge- closet and stared. He was the only person he knew with such a one track wardrobe. Denim jackets, shorts, jeans, and white t-shirts was the only thing in sight. "Uh, Cillia? I don't need to ask what to pack, do I? How many is more like it," he said in a strangled voice. "Huh? Oh yeah," she chuckled, "pack about eight outfits for the week and all of my school uniforms." He packed her eight and looked for her uniforms. They were tucked out of sight in the most dimly lit part, and there were only three. He walked back out with his hands full of clothes. Cillia was directing Goten about the room, collecting personal items. He packed all of her clothes, noticing it was almost filled with memorabilia already. He muttered something sounding suspiciously like "women" under his breath and zipped up the duffel. "That it?" both teen boys asked her. Cillia rotated her head slowly and said, "Yes, that's it. I'm ready to go." Goten carried her to the door with Trunks carrying the duffel, then Cillia set her alarm and they switched burdens. As Trunks carried her to the car, he felt the undeniable urge to protect her. Goten must have also felt it, for he drew nearer and protectively closer to them. Trunks could feel...something at the edge of his periferal vision. He and Goten turned as one, and saw a bush. There was something strange about this bush though. It seemed to glow from within. Goten put down the duffel as Trunks suddenly noticed that Cillia was shivering uncontrollably in his arms. Goten walked to the bush and pulled apart some of the branches. Trunks quickly deposited Cillia in the back of the hovercraft and placed an emergency blanket on her. When he looked back at Goten and the bush, he saw Goten struggling to keep them all out of the way while he got a look at whatever was making it glow. Trunks laughed as Goten finally resorted to blasting some of the branches out of the way. Goten gasped as a fairy light-type thing zoomed out of the bush, as if sensing it had been discovered. Trunks recognized it as the thing he had seen on T.V. It was coming at Trunks. He ducked. Then he realized it had never been going after him. It was after Cillia. It reached the hovercar and seemed to look at her face, as if assessing her. All of this happened in about 2 seconds, then Trunks and Goten were at the hovercar. The light zoomed up and out of sight before Trunks could blink, so he had no idea in what direction it had gone. He sighed and turned back to Cillia and Goten. Goten turned a face full of concern for Cillia to Trunks and of mutual accord they got in and drove back to Capsule Corp. In a city so far away that it seemed to be on the other side of the world, all activity stopped as an evil voice began laughing as it flew over the city. "I've found you! You will hide from me no longer, Princess, the Lei will die! They will pay for what they did to me!" He continued flying until sundown, by which he was on the other side of the continent. He landed softly in front of a cave. His cape swirled about him and the few night animals that had taken refuge in the cave scurried out as quickly as they could. He killed a few of them for target practice, but it was hardly sport if the very smallest ki blast was much larger than the animal. The figure had a stunning resemblance to the dementors from Harry Potter, what with his cape and hood covering his face and body, and the "hand" it had extended to form ki blasts had been revolting, ugly, scabbed, and greyish-brown. He slumped against the wall and fell asleep. His last thought was...I'm coming Princess, I'm coming for you. I'm coming.... Cillia was cold. She felt something sinister nearby. It was crawling nearer, invading her mind. She looked around. She was in the middle of what looked like mountains of ice. She heard a scream somewhere near her. A male scream of anguish, hatred, and promise of retribution. She looked for a source of the cries. Since the sound was echoing all around her, it was dumb luck that she saw a building about 400 feet below her. She started to climb down the sheer ice cliff. When she was about 15 feet down, the ice nub beneath her foot crumbled, and her hands were far too numb to stop her descent. She tried to scream. Nothing happened. Cillia found herself falling silently, mouth wide open, as snow flakes started coming down. Then the same deep, self preservative flame that had flared when she had almost been killed by Trunks' blast flared now. The dragon again unfurled itself, this time Cillia sensed it, and with sheer force of will power, controlled it. The dragon relinquished its power to her in that moment, and she used it. She was no longer falling. Cillia slowly levitated down to the building. She hadn't grown up around Capsule Corp. without learning what different types of buildings were for. This one was definetly for live experimentation. As she walked through the corridors, everything in every room was destroyed. Who...what could have done this? she asked herself. The destruction was absolute. All technology was warped beyond recognition. In a few rooms, there was blood on the walls. Then she reached the last room in the building. She began retching violently, unable to cope with the scene confronting her eyes. It looked like a break room. Complete with what might have been a refridgerator. The tables were covered. With blood and bodies. There were men and women, dressed in what had to be some type of futurized versions of doctor's lab coats. Cillia had seen at least five children before she had closed her eyes. It's horrible...What kind of inhuman thing did this? she thought. She carefully turned around before opening her eyes. And when she did open her eyes... Cillia looked up into the worried faces of Bulma, Trunks, and Goten. |
