It was a woman of a good age though still extremely good looking, tall and slim as a young girl, but tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes betrayed her more advanced age. She had hair that fell to the middle of her back in gold and wild cascades, her eyes were green and gleaming with an evil pleasure as she watched the demons fleeing.
Nevertheless, the cyborg was more interested into the firearm, for it was the first he saw in years. Breaking his stupor, he walked up to the woman.
- Give me that, he commanded, holding out his hand.
She looked at him and he read scorn on her face, an amused scorn. A playful light appeared in the green of her iris.
- And why would I? she asked.
- I need it.
- Get your own, kid.
- I'm not a kid! Give it to me now, else you'll regret it!
- And what will you do, huh? Cry and get your mommy?
C-17 clenched his fists, thinking the gun wouldn't be much use for her against his natural power. Then it occurred to him that he didn't need it at all. His arms dropped each side of his slim body and a smirk appeared on his face.
- How did you manage to keep it with you? Even I couldn't.
- Like I'd tell ya.
She put her own fists onto her round hips and C-17 was shocked to notice her arm was gone.
- Where is it?!
- What are you talking about?
- The gun!!
- You need your pills. There's no gun here.
- But I saw you shooting those...
- Give me a break, kid.
On those words, she turned back to him, walking away with no hurry. C-17 blinked, unused to be treated in such a way, especially by some ageing woman coming out of nowhere, then ran after her. His hand grabbed her arm with an iron grasp and she growled as sending her free limb toward his face, fist first. It met his cheek without any restraint, but caused no harm.
- I won't let anyone make fun of me in any way, he said through his teeth, smirking.
He expected her to shrank in terror as she'd understand her mistake, but the angry fire in her emerald eyes only grew brighter. She rose one foot in the air and sent it to his knee, but this had no better effect than the previous attempt and C-17 chuckled.
- I told you you would regret it.
She hissed furiously and her free hand brushed a thick piece of hair from before her eyes. In the process, she stroke the tip of her nose and immediately let go a loud curse.
A second later, C-17 was holding the arm of a woman of the same age, length and proportions, but her eyes were wide and dark, her hair of a deep purple and she looked more than confused.
Two seconds later, they weren't in Hell anymore.
- Marron?
A little moment of silence passed before Krilin repeated the name. The person he was addressing to suddenly snapped out of a daydream and turned her eyes to him with a sorry smile.
- Had a good time with Oob this afternoon? he asked.
- Yes... He's a very kind guy.
Krilin nodded, a malicious smile under his grey mustache and his black eyes shinning strangely enough to Marron to notice.
- What is it?
- Oh nothing... I was only wondering why you blushed when I mentioned him.
- I did not!!
But now her cheeks were of a nice shade of red and she couldn't help but smiling.
- He's a good guy, said Krilin, but a bit young for you, don't you think so?
- I don't love him, dad, he's just... Nice. And three years aren't a big deal.
- Sure it's not for true love.
- Dad!
Goku and Oob were laid on their back, on a bed of high and tender grass, under a sheet of darkening sky, where a few stars already shone, like silver pins on an endless piece of blue velvet. The eldest was slowly dozing off, while his comrade had his eyes still wide open and showed no sign of slumber.
He was reflecting on how, in that tiny portion of sky that was still pale with the light of a now absent sun, the celeste had the same shade than the eyes of the young woman he had met that day. A dreamy smile appeared on his lips and he closed his eyes with enough content thoughts to lead him into the arms of Morpheus.
- Where are we?!
C-17 turned his head right to left and left to right repeatedly, bewildered by the sudden change of landscape. The woman beside him had now her arm free, but didn't show any anger or animosity at all. In fact, she only clasped her hands together before her and stared at her companion with silent curiousity. Finally, he set his eyes on her.
- What happened?! Where is the woman with the gun?
- A gun? I don't know. Who are you?
- Who are you?!
- I am Lunch, nice to meet you, she said with a charming smile and a light bow of the head.
He could hardly believe in this character. How could she act so... Innocently?!
- Where are we?
- In Paradise, of course.
- In what?! We were in Hell a second ago!
- Oh... You must have met the other...
- What?
- I transform when I sneeze, she explained, laughing lightly at her curse. Then I become hum... A bad person.
A large drop of sweat appeared on C-17's forehead, but before he could add anything, a new voice rose behind him.
- How did you manage to come here?
- Oh Kaļo-sama, I am so sorry! immediately exclaimed Lunch. I transformed in Hell and he followed me.
- Ah... I see...
The large, cat-fish faced and blue skinned creature stared at C-17, musing deeply, while the cyborg didn't dare to question the odd appearance of the god, nor to tell him to mind his own business.
- Well he has to go back to Hell, finally concluded Kaļo. Follow me son, we...
- I am not your son.
He had spoken with the cold, sharp voice characteristical of his angers, but the eminent spirit began walking away, obviously expecting to be followed. C-17, insulted by such a deliberate affront (at least for what he thought), charged at him, planning on a nice trip through the impressive body of the knave for his fist.
But Kaļo jumped at the very last half of a second and landed behind the cyborg, giggling weirdly with obvious pride of his skills.
- Just follow me, it'll be simplier.
- I don't want to go to Hell!
- Of course, I wouldn't want to go there either. But Emna sent you there, thus...
C-17 remembered the enormous man with a red face that had declared he'd go to Hell, despite his "good" attitude of the last years of his life, simply because he had killed a couple of persons and destroyed some useless buildings. His fists tightened.
- I am not going back!
Kaļo stared at him, thinking some more, and his silence annoyed C-17 even more than his voice. The familiar ice fire of rage lighted inside and he rushed toward the divinity, with a new speed he could not avoid.
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