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" Dragonball Future Foretold "Written By: Gouki Disclaimer: I don't own the DBZ cast, I do however own any other unfamiliar characters that you will find. Summary: Trunks has returned from the past and is now searhing for New Namek to wish back the Z-Senshi. (Prequel to Dragonball R) Rating: R Dragonball: Future Foretold...
Chapter 5 Nenuohsib and Ojuohsib stood in the command center, arm in arm, watching the monitor with Zarak and Tetsujin. Once the Z-Senshi arrived, Azaelya MKII would be ready to begin. All they’d need is her DNA and three months. Then they could swiftly destroy any opposition to their dominance before travelling to a reality with the Dragonball’s still intact. Zarak’s mind thrived thinking of the possibilities of what they could do with this much power. With so few people he could trust though, would he be able to make it out of here alive? His father would no doubt be keeping a close eye on him after Strachan’s visit. And Tetsujin seemed to have been overtly keen on learning everything he could about Azaelya MKII. Then there were the two Naibu-jin; selfish, fearless assassin’s completely devoted to their own kind and to anyone who offers them a good enough reward. But these two, they were different. Something about them was different to other Naibu-jin. The fact that they were banished from their home world attested to this fact. While Tetsujin was keen on Azaelya’s mind and body-as one would expect Tetsujin to be-they were keen on her soul, and whether or not Zarak could create one. Either way, now was not the time to be making everyone into an enemy. Not with four figures flying towards the ship-each with fairly high chi-signals-obviously intent on killing those inside. Zarak grinned with a sadistic delight, as they landed just outside the ship. Lem and Naraku immediately took to fighting, the look of enjoyment showing on their faces as they knocked guard after guard to the ground, most of them dead. Naraku was fighting more technically than Lem, relying mostly on countering techniques and mind games. Thus, his fighting was almost graceful as if it were some form of dance. Lem, on the other hand, was more instinctive, throwing punches and kicks like a wild animal. Azaelya shook her head watching them fight, much in the way their mannerisms had belied their personalities, their personalities belied the way they fought. A soldier attempted to catch Azaelya off guard and land a punch on her face. She caught his forearm less than one second before the impact-with a grip like a vice-and began to squeeze, until he cried out in pain. A satisfied smile crossed her face when a sickening pop sounded, and blood sprayed from the elbow joint. She threw the dying guard into the side of the ship and continued to fight. Trunks parried a kick in the air with his own leg, and headbutted the guard in the face, cracking his nose. Blood dripped down his face, but the guard ignored it tossing his at Trunks. Trunks ducked under him and grabbed his arm, before punching a hole through his stomach. He tossed the corpse into another three guards flying at him, which distracted them long enough for him to Zanzoken to the entrance of the ship. Naraku followed Trunks down. He and Trunks were to
get inside the ship and call off the soldiers swarming Lem and Azaelya,
and then those two were to join them for the fight against Zarak.
Perhaps, their plan wasn’t as clever as it could have been. Perhaps,
Zarak knew what they would do. Perhaps, it was meant to be this way.
It didn’t matter to Trunks either way as Nenuohsib, Ojuohsib
and Tetsujin surrounded two of the Z-Senshi. Soon, your destiny will be mine. He threw the com-link into a wall, leaving a large
dent. Throwing off his robe, he began to adjust his jumpsuit underneath.
This fight would not be child’s play like the last one was it
would be hard. It would be intense. It would be fun. She stumbled back a few steps, her mouth etched into a disbelieving smile. Naraku pulled the wire back. She took in a few deep breaths, her body convulsing. And she screamed. The scream was so shrill it took what seemed like forever for anyone to actually realize it came from her. Nenuohsib dashed over to save her, leaving Tetsujin to deal with Trunks by himself. Nenuohsib scooped the fallen warrior up in his arms. She was alive-barely-and Nenuohsib took comfort in that thought. He leant her against a wall of the ships main conference hall. “Don’t worry pet. I’m not gonna let you die on me.” He whispered into her ear. Naibu-jin are interesting creatures. They have the ability to heal one another by transferring their own chi through blood. Not only does this make them formidable, it also carries interesting side effects. They become one. And the only way they can separate is through the absorption of a soul, and until they separate if one dies so does the other. One pro is that the ‘side-effects’ remain… Nenuohsib pulled his glove off, and cut into his own wrist with a fingernail after doing the same to Ojuohsib, he clutched her hand tightly and allowed the blood to be absorbed. An azure aura surrounded the Naibu-jin, as she opened her eyes. “Thank you.” She said. Deciding to try out the ‘side-effects’ she added-directly into his mind-Shall we? “Life Force!” They screamed in unison. Naraku tried to turn around to see what was happening, but Tetsujin’s grip was far to tight. Trunks ducked under his free arm and appeared directly in front of him. He grabbed Tetsujin’s wrist with his right hand, and with a speed and ferocity often associated with Saiya-jin, he snapped the Jinzoningen’s arm with his left. Naraku fell to the ground coughing, trying to catch his breath. He flipped up, and turned to see what the others had done. When his eyes adjusted he tossed his hands up in defense, as did Trunks and Tetsujin! Lem and Azaelya were continuing to hold off the soldiers. And elbow was moved to the right, another gone. A chi blast to the chest-another. They were dropping like flies. Azaelya carelessly tossed a punch and missed. But the soldier didn’t attack. He retreated, they all did. “They’re ready for us to attack now. We have to go!” Lem cried. “Right.” They both started towards the ship, suddenly, Lem’s
cracked back and plummeted into a boulder just near the ship. Azaelya
stopped sharply, turning just far enough to avoid the same fate. Despite
the apprehension Azaelya was now feeling, she forced her body into
a defensive stance, preparing to fight the man who attacked Lem-Zarak. Trunks bent back to avoid a punch and caught a glimpse of the security monitor: Zarak and Azaelya in a stand off, with Lem nowhere to be seen. He panicked unable to keep his thoughts on the fight at hand. A jab combo hit him square in the face knocking him to his feet; he caught one last glimpse of the monitor before the screen went up in flames because of a stray chi blast. Naraku screamed, as he rose out of the pile of Naibu-jin. Power emanated from his body almost to brightly to look at him. His aura continued to grow, brighter, his chi signal stronger. His eyes burnt intensely. Without warning, his head shot back and energy disintegrated all but the real Naibu-jin. His aura began to dull, as did his chi signal. Before he disappeared entirely Trunks saw through aura. The figure inside the aura looked-for only a handful of seconds-like Gohan. When everything had cleared up, the Naibu-jin had already gone. No doubt hiding elsewhere in the ship. But Trunks didn’t have time to worry about them-or help the wounded Jinzoningen. His internal systems would heal himself. He had one thing on his mind: Azaelya. Azaelya had fought off most of nerves in her body. The numbing fear was now more of an itching fear, she let out a deep sigh. And charged towards Zarak. Before she reached him, he said but one thing: “You will be the first, Azaelya.” He moved faster than she could see, entrenched his fist into her stomach. As she spat out large globules of blood, he grabbed her by the chin. He pushed her head back, her neck snapped, and she was dead before he dropped her body. “But not the last.” Trunks was to late, he burst from the ship tears rolling down his face. Cursing loudly he stopped directly in front of Zarak. “You fucking-I’ll kill you! Bastard!” His rage enveloped him, and the energy ran through him. His hair stood up and electricity streaked over him. “Don’t do this Trunks. Not now.” For a moment Trunks thought Zarak had spoken, until he turned around to see Lem floating behind him worse for wear. “Listen to your friend, Trunks.” Zarak chimed in, “I’m giving you free passage out of here.” As much as Trunks didn’t want to leave he had no choice, both he and Lem flew off regretting everything they had done. ~ * ~ |
