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" Salvation "Written By: Debs-dragon Disclaimer: Don' own don't sue. I do own all the other characters that pop into this ficcy as well as the story itself. Rating: PG 13 Some violence & language. If you wish to archive then please ask I'm a nice person. :) Android arc #4
"Salvation"
Chapter 2 I don't know how long I lay curled up in my protective ball on the floor but when I finally came to my senses the sun had begun to set and a warm orange glow settled through the windows to bathe the room in its soft colours. Wearily I dragged myself to my feet and moved to the bed where I again curled up. I had no where to go, no one wanted me and all my family were now gone. Feeling sorry for myself and with no idea of what to do next I shut my eyes and drifted into an uneasy slumber. Krillin stood by and watched as Trunks climbed back into his time machine and with a joyful wave of his hand vanished once more into the future to do battle with the androids still there. Once he had gone everyone began to drift back into the golden dome of Capsule Corp. Krillin stared at the place in the sky where Trunks had disappeared and gave a long drawn out sigh. He knew he should be happy that they were all still alive and that Cell had finally been defeated and by Kami so he was, but he still felt sad in a way that Goku had sacrificed himself so they could all continue to live in peace. He understood the noble Saiya-jins decision to stay in the other world and he respected the warrior for this but he still missed his friend, after all they had been through so much together. He watched as the others moved inside and then turned to walk away when a strong hand wrapped around his arm pulling him to a stop. He turned and stared into the concerned eyes of young Gohan. Gohan had watched his friend carefully, noting how the bald mans normally bubbly personality had turned very quiet. Gohan wasn't know for his tact but for once he managed to find some along with a clear insight into Krillins problem. He knew the ex monk was missing Goku but that was only a small part of the problem, he was also hopelessly in love with that blonde android. With a sense that only the young can posses he tackled his friend about it. "I think you should try to find her Krillin and talk to her." he said in his soft quiet voice. Krillin allowed a blush to creep up his cheeks. "W..w...what are you talking about Gohan?" he stammered out hoping to buy some time and order his thoughts. "That android girl. I think you should find her and try to talk to her." Krillin stared off into the distance and ran his hand over the back of his head as he was apt to do when nervous. "Now why should I want to do a thing like that for?" "Well I know Im only a kid but I do have eyes Krillin. I can see that you really like her and that you are hurting inside 'cause she just left like that so why don't you try to find where she went?" Krillin thought for a moment. Gohan continued..... "If you can find her then all you need to do is sit down and talk to her, tell her how you feel." "My dear Gohan, I don't know where you get your ideas from at times but its just not that simple." "Why isn't it?" asked Gohan. "Well... ummm.... errr... It's just not!" snorted Krillin. Gohan scratched his head even more confused now. "From how I see it you like her and she seemed to be a bit more friendly to you after you made your wish so why can't you talk to each other and then you can tell her how you feel and everything should work out fine." He smiled at his friend. "I wish it were that easy Gohan." said Krillin sadly. Gohan was getting frustrated now. "I honestly can't see what could possibly be hard about talking to the girl." he shook his head and then suddenly a light went off. "Oh I think I see what you mean Krillin..." "Yes its all so easy in the fairy tales but in real life its a little different. Say I can find her there's nothing to say that she will want to speak to me. Even if she does talk to me I don't think I have the courage to tell her how I feel about her... I mean what if she laughs at me? I don't think I could take that kind of rejection." Krillin began to pull at his shirt as he lowered his eyes and thought about the blonde goddess. Oh how much he longed to tell her of his feelings but he always became tongue tied near girls and the fear of rejection was so strong that he didn't want to let his feelings be known. Gohan sighed..... "Grown ups." he thought to himself. "Krillin you know what my dad would say if he were here..." Krillin looked up suddenly at these words. "He would tell you to stop messing about and go out there and follow your heart 'cause the heart never lies and you have a good pure heart in you." Gohan shifted his gaze away from the others, a little embarresed at his speech. Krillin tossed the idea around in his head for a while then he straightened his frame and resting a hand on Gohan's shoulder gave the boy a light squeeze. "Thanks for having faith in me Gohan. I believe I will try to find her and talk to her. At least then I will know once and for all if she likes me or not and then maybe I can get on with my life." "Great! Can I come with you?" smiled Gohan cheekily. Krillin gave him a friendly cuff across the back of the head. "No you can't. I need to do this on my own." "Yeah, okay then.... I understand. Good luck Krillin." said Gohan and with a wave he turned and went back to join the others in the dome. Krillin stood outside for a while longer, he needed the peace to be able to think. He had to form some sort of plan. Not only did he have to work out what he was going to say to the girl he had to make sure that she understood how he felt. As he mused over this thought the other realisation hit him. He had to find her first and he hadn't the foggiest where to start looking for her. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Oblivious to the onset of the evening Juuhachi continued her restless, haunted sleep. Curled up on the bed her limbs twitched occasionaly as her mind ran the nickelodeon of pictures across the screen of her eyelids. She kept seeing Cell as he absorbed her brother.... her wonderful caring brother and then he was gone, a part of that hideous creatures form. A moan escaped her lips as the monster came for her. She tried desperatly to avoid the thing but to no avail. She could see the bald man, he held a control like the one Gero had once had but he crushed it. And then the creature was upon her sucking her in and pulling the very life from her. The face of the being changed and became that of Gero, The mouth drawn up into a leering smile as she was being drawn into that form. She fought with all her might, pounding her fists into that face, trying to break free. The face changed yet again and this time it was Uncle Howard who was trying to draw her in. The mists swirled and she could see into the creatures body... see all the trapped absorbed souls there... Her eyes raked over the many lost forms and what she saw caused her blood to run cold there was Aunt Jenny.... Jay..... mom... dad....... The creature laughed a low evil menacing laugh as her eyes opened wide with shock... No!! she screamed as the beast pulled her in to join their fate. I wasn't sure if it was my arm's thrashing in the air or the guttural scream that tore from my throat that woke me up and I didn't care. Whimpering softly I realised it had all been a nightmare. One horrible nightmare. I sat up noting the darkness and wondered what I should do. As much as I wanted to stay here I couldn't. The house wasn't home anymore. I wasn't sure just who owned it now but I was alone here with too many memories. I shivered. I had to find somewhere to stay, somewhere warm and safe where my memories couldn't come back to haunt me. Getting up off the bed I replaced the dust covers, sneezing violently as I placed the large one back over the bed. Making my way back down to the front door I though of stopping by to see Mrs Butler once more and asking if I could spend the night there. Just one night and then tomorrow I could sort myself out and find a place to stay. Mrs Butler opened the door at my timid knock, the light and warmth spilling out from behind her onto the porch. "Come in child... come in..." she said and proceeded to pull me into the warmth. I stood with my teeth chattering as I wondered where to start. I didn't have to say anything as Mrs Butler took complete charge. "My lordy me..." she muttered, "I shouldn't have let you go in there alone. Now look at you all scared and shaken up..... and cold too by the feel of you.." She took me by the arm and I felt myself being propelled down the hallway and into the large warm kitchen. I was pushed into a chair and a mug of steaming cocoa placed in my hands. I wrapped my fingers around the mug and allowed the heat to permeate through my skin to the cool metal below. I may be part machine but I still retained a lot of my *human* attributes as well. Before I knew it a bowl of hot soup appeared in front of me along with a plateful of crusty bread. Mrs Butler spoke with a gentle yet firm tone. "You get that into you sweetie and then I will run you a hot bath and turn down the spare bed. You aren't going anywhere tonight, your staying right here." I looked at the older woman with gratitude. Although I didn't require food or drink to continue my existence I was quite capable of taking in the food stuffs as my digestive system was still fully functional. Slowly and mechanically I began to eat. Mrs Butler continued to bustle around muttering under her breath to herself. "Poor little child, after all this time to come home to this.... I don't know... What was I thinking letting her go in there all by herself.... This must have been such a shock to her.... Jenny would never forgive me if I let her go while she is in this state..." I smiled to myself as I listened in to the womans quiet ravings. With my superior aural system I could hear every word as clear as if she were speaking to me direct. It looked like the immediate problem of somewhere to stay had been solved. For one night at least I would not be alone... and tomorrow...?? Well tomorrow was a new day and I could work on that one in the morning. Wearily I took the bath that had been offered and snuggling into the warm bed I pulled the sheets up to my chin and began to close down my systems one by one so they could re energise while I slept. Mrs Butler pushed the door to the guest bedroom open just a crack and saw the girl fast asleep in the bed. She smiled to herself and then jumped as her husband came up behind her. Pulling the door shut she motioned for him to be quiet and follow her back to the lounge room. As soon as they were in the lounge the questions came forth. Mrs Butler put up her hands in protest at the onslaught. "Whoa Henry, slow down a second." she said. Henry turned and sat in the over stuffed lounge chair, quietly folding his arms and crossing his legs awaiting his wife's explanation. Mrs Butler began the tale of seeing the girl again and telling her of the neighbours fate. Henry listened attentively. "So when she came back and was on the doorstep the poor little mite looked as if she had seen a ghost... all shaking and her eyes...." Mrs Butler wiped the back of her own hand across her eyes in remembrance. "They looked so... so... " "Haunted" finished Mr Butler for her. "Yes haunted. I couldn't just leave the poor girl standing there Henry. She has had an awful shock and I would say she doesn't have anywhere else to go." Henry stared at his wife and cleared his throat. Dropping his eyes he frowned as he studied his calloused hands before beginning to speak. "This may come as a bit of a shock to you Mavis." he began, then toying nervously with his wedding ring he continued. "I have very good reason to believe that this young girl is one of those two androids that is responsible for a lot of the damage that we have been reading about and seeing on the television recently." Mrs Butler gasped and her hand went to her mouth. "Surely you aren't serious." she said in disbelief. Mr Butler reached forward and placed his hand over his wife's. "I have never been more serious in my life." he stated quietly. "But that was a horrible green creature... I remember seeing it on the television, He was the one responsible for all the terror and destruction and then there was that big tournament thingy....." "The Cell games." "Yes that was it, the Cell games and Mr Sataan beat the daylights out of him and saved us all." said Mrs Butler. "That is correct my dear but if you think back to before then, The news gave us some reports of killing and destruction by a couple of androids. A girl and a boy... no more than around 18 years old I would guess...." "Surely you don't think..." Mr Butler cut her off. "The resemblance to Jay and Krystal was uncanny. The ages fit as well and then there was the rumours of Gero's experiments." Mrs Butler looked stunned. "How... how did you find all this out?" "When Howard and Jenny were going through all those battles in the courts trying to get the kids back so that Lawyer feller they had working on the case did some digging around. He came up with a few startling and somewhat unbelievable things. Unfortunately none of what he found could be proven to be true although there was reason enough to believe it all. But as the courts said... it was all circumstantial. But I know that Howard was convinced that Gero was up to no good and didn't have any blood claim on the kids, he just wanted them both for some warped reason. Unfortunately there was no concrete proof. I will give Gero his due, he was very thorough in covering his tracks." "I can't believe that what you are saying is true Henry, those kids were sweet and innocent, Jenny was a wonderful surrogate mother to them both. They wouldn't have had it in either of them to do the things that you are suggesting they did." Mr Butler sighed and patted his wife's hand. " I know this is hard for you to believe, hell I didn't want to believe that it could be possible." Mr Butler got up and moved across the room to the wall unit. He opened one of the drawers and rummaged around looking for something then with a grunt of satisfaction he pulled out a scrap book. Flipping through the pages he made his way back to where his wife was still sitting. He crouched down onto his haunches and placed the open book on her lap and pointed to a newspaper clipping. "Look my love, I kept some of the bits from the papers, Howard asked me too in case they could be used in the courts." He shook his head sadly. Mrs Butler stared at the clipping before her. her eyes took in the image of a young girl... a girl that had an evil smirk on her face as she was intent on watching something. That something was a young boy, who's face was obscured by a mop of black hair in the process of destroying a large apartment building. Her face paled as the recognition set in. She turned the pages slowly not wanting to see more but forced to satisfy the morbid curiosity that tugged at her soul. Finally with a sob she slammed the book shut, tears running down her cheeks. She had to face facts, the truth was jumping off the pages at her. The resemblance between the pictures and the sweet children that used to live next door was uncanny. Mr Butler removed the scrap book from her lap and pulled his wife into his arms, rocking her gently as he comforted the distressed woman. "I didn't want to believe it either but it's all there in black and white." he said. "So now what do we do?" Mrs Butler asked between slowing sobs. "I really don't know my dear, I really don't know." he replied. A quiet cough from the door way alerted them to another's presence. Both looked up to see Krystal standing there watching them. Instinctively Henry drew his wife closer to him as he stared at the girl. Neither was able to voice any form of words so the silence stretched on. With a swift movement Krystal entered the room and sat opposite the couple a sad expression on her beautiful features. Mrs Butler managed to find her vocal chords and spoke first. "Krystal..... Is it true that you and Jay were responsible for all that destruction and killing?" she asked. Sadly I stared at the only other people that currently knew me as I used to be. Well Mrs Butler had never been one for beating around the bush I thought. I watched as their faces twisted into looks of horror, disbelief and finally fear as I raised my head and answered the question. "Yes." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Chapter
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