Post by Takao on Aug 14, 2015 16:18:08 GMT
A loud boom sounded across the dark sky as the lightning struck the ground of Planet Vegeta. The ground was soaked with water as the harsh rain fell from the sky. The winds were quite fierce as well. Anything flying against the flow of it would be surely knocked back. Other than the harsh storm, the city was quiet. A sleeping Takao was laying on his bed, seemingly unfazed by the storm. Another powerful streak of light struck the building he resided in, the whole place shaking. The saiyan fell off of his bed, landing on the floor with a thud. The force jolted the warrior awake, sitting up immediately.
He slowly looked around his room, making sure he was the only one in there. There wasn’t much in there. Other than the window and the bed, there was his armor, which leaned on the wall to his right. His gloves were placed on top of his dresser. It had about three drawers. The top drawer held his socks, underwear, and t shirts. In his other drawers were usual where his casual outfits were held. Thought he never wore them, do to the fact he was always doing something that involved fighting.He had his "pajamas", which was a white T-Shirt and black boxers. He let out a sigh before raising his right hand and pinching the bridge if his nose.
He got up onto his feet and looked at the window. It was placed above his bed, its sill soaked from the rain. Well, that was interesting. I should go back to sleep. I have to get up early in order to train. He thought, lifting up his covers and preparing to get under them. He put his leg in, but then heard a knock at the door. "Hm?" He hummed in an interrogatory tone. He had heard from downstairs. Raising an eyebrow, he walked down the stone stairs. He saw the floor in sight, indicating that he was almost to the bottom of the staircase. He rubbed his eyes, mumbling, "Who could be at the door at this hour?" Takao wondered, knowing that it was about three o'clock in the morning.
It was still dark out from the storm which seemed to not be ending anytime soon. He heard another series of knocks, a bit harder this time. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Takao said loud enough for the anonymous guest to hear. I swear, if it's some punk kid playing a prank on me, he or she is so gonna get it! He thought harshly, desperately wanting to go back to bed. Four more knocks on the door were heard. Except, something was different. The knocks were very hard, the door actually struggling to remain on it's hinges.
Takao's facial expression turned from comedically frustrated to serious. He began to think that this was not a prank. This might actually be an enemy of some sort. Takao was standing in front of the door now, clenching his fists. The guest did not seem to know that he was there, because five more knocks came. One of hinges flew off, zooming right by Takao's right cheek and digging itself into the wall. The saiyan felt the tiny gust of wind from the speeding small, metal object about a second after the object went passed him. Takao quickly turned his head, looked back at the wall, and looked at the door. The saiyan's entire body was shaking.
Who is it? Who could it be? He wondered nervously. He slowly walked to door. He put his hand on the door knob, not even bothering to twist. He felt his heart skip a beat. For when he put his hand on that knob, something enter his body. Takao didn't know what it was or how to describe it. He felt violated, and he didn't like it. A chill went down his spine as his grip on the door knob tightened and sweat fell down the side of his face. His heart was racing and his blood was pumping. He could feel the adrenaline rush as fear almost overtook his body and he almost backed out.
Do it Takao, just do it! Open it! Fear doesn't exist in life of saiyan warrior! OPEN THE DOOR! He told himself. The saiyan pulled as hard as he could, swinging the door open. He didn't know what he expected to see. All he knew was that he was expecting this. What Takao saw was... Nothing. When he opened the door he was greeted by nothing but rainfall and thunder. He had a confused expression on his face. He looked disappointed as he looked up at the dark clouds. Well that was certainly anticlimactic. The thought sounded throughout his head. He shook his head and backed up before closing the door in front of him.
Takao backed up to the wall before sliding slowly towards the ground. His butt lightly touched the floor. He tried to breath in and out slowly, and looked up at the ceiling. Easy Takao, you’re just tired. You probably imagined the whole thing. He thought, trying to convince himself that this was just a figment of his own imagination. However, when he was looking up, he saw the metal hinge still embedded into the wall. Takao’s eyes widened, knowing that he was not imagining anything at the moment. What had happened was real. The strange person who knocked his door was real. Who was it? The saiyan never got to see who it was.
He was still thinking, when suddenly he heard a bloodcurdling scream. From upstairs. Takao was so shocked he jumped and hit his head on the ceiling. He grunted in pain as it shot down from the top his head to the back of it. He rubbed his head, muttering a curse to himself. “The hell was that?” Takao wondered. He hurried up the stairs back to his room, running through the doorway. He slid to a stop as his jaw practically fell to the floor when he saw it. There was blood splattered all over the walls. “HOLY CRAP!” Takao exclaimed. He very confused, wondering where it all came from. There wasn’t even a body.
Takao looked around in panic, not knowing what exactly was going on. Then, he was filled with remorse, as if he had done something wrong. It confused him, since he knew he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t hurt anybody outside of a mission or a training session. Even if he did, Takao knew that he would never to do it within his own home. What is going on here…? He thought. Then out of nowhere, a quiet, female voice said, as if someone whispered in his ear, “Help me.” Takao turned around, startled. There was no one there, much to his confusion. What? I could’ve sworn that someone was right behind me.
He felt a strange presence wash over him. Before he could process what it was, his body was randomly was flung into the wall like a ragdoll. He cried out in pain, closing his eyes tightly as he was recovering from the pain. When Takao opened his eyes, nothing was there. In fact, his room looked like it no one ever touched it. The blood was gone and the room was spotless. The saiyan just sat there, blinking in complete and utter confusion. The saiyan slowly stood up, then he sat back dow43rdn. Even more perplexed, he tried to get up, but he couldn’t even move. In fact, he couldn’t even sit upright anymore. His body was being forced to lie on the floor. It was almost as if gravity was intensified by six hundred.
"Gah! What kind of trickery is this! Who are you? Show yourself!" He shouted in anger and frustration. Takao tried to muster up as much strength as he could, but to no avail. The saiyan decided to just lay there for a few moments, giving up. There was nothing he could do at the moment. Takao looked at the doorway, spotting what looked like the silhouette of a little girl. At first, the saiyan thought that he was just seeing things. However, as he continued to look, it more it looked like what he was afraid it would be. The black figured began to walk towards the warrior, who was about try and flee, but remembered that he couldn’t move. As the shel got closer, more details appeared. Her shoulders began to stretch out and eyes began to appear. Her head began to transform, as if she had long hair. Suddenly, the color filled him and even more details appeared.
It was a little girl wearing saiyan armor and had a tail wrapped around her waist. She had long, dark hair and black eyes. She seemed to have some kind of skirt under her black armor, as if she put her armor over her casual clothes. She also had black boots to match. Her head tilted to the left, standing over Takao. Her face was emotionless, but at the same time menacing. The paralyzed saiyan was horrified by the girll. “Who are you, what do you want?” He asked, wanting some answers. The girl didn’t say anything at first, but instead, crouched down in front of him. Her kept turning well past the limit of a normal life form. Her head, now upside down, smiled maniacally. She cried out a demonic scream, her eyes turning a solid blood red. Everything in the room began to shake, as if an earthquake was occurring. Suddenly, everything began to levitate around the two.
The scream kept going, nearly deafening his ears. Takao was horrified and yelled in reaction to the chaos. Blood began come from his ears, the saiyan could feel it trickling down his neck and falling on his shoulders. The girl’s body turned into a silhouette again, but this time the darkness began to stretch from her body, slowly engulfing the whole room. “Oh my GOOODDDDD!!!” Takao yelled in terror. This is ridiculous! What kind of girl is she? There’s no defending against this enemy. She’s… she’s a demon! Straight from the fiery pits of hell! I.. I’m afraid. I am a warrior yes, but even warriors feel fear. Is this… Is this the end?
Next thing he knew, he was floating in an all black room. The room was filled with fog, obscuring Takao's field of vision. He could only hear the faint footsteps of someone walking towards him. The saiyan was filled with dread, especially when heard humming in a musical tone. Takao knew it was the little girl approaching him. The notes were too high for a boy's, but perfect for someone with a young, feminine voice. Takao put on a serious expression. He figured that if he was going, he was going to go down without fear. Takao was going to look the enemy in the eye and prove that he is not a pushover. The girl appeared, her head on the right way this time. He had muster up every ounce of dignity and courage he had left, and stared at the demon girl dead in eye. Almost as if he was staring at her soul.
The girl smiled maniacally and put her hand out towards him. At first, Takao was confused at first, but then his body shot across the blackness until it hit something solid. A sharp pain shot up his spine, the saiyan gritting his teeth in agonizing pain. Takao looked at the girl, his body was trembling. Not in fear, but he was trying to move. Just one limb... Just one damn limb. He thought. The girl had fangs now. Like a vampire, she maneuvering her head towards Takao's neck. "Your soul is mine." She whispered demonically. The full blooded saiyan warrior took on an expression that showed pure anger. "NO!" He shouted. His white aura sprouted immediately, so intense and sudden that the demonic was blown back a few feet. She gritted her teeth in frustration. She roared, flying at the saiyan and Takao yelled out a battle cry.
Right before the saiyan girl was about to end Takao, the saiyan male's right arm swung across. A small shockwave emitted from the point of contact as his tightened fists crashed into the girl's right cheek. The demon was sent sprawling to what was apparently the floor. She must've been concentrating on pinning him to the wall the whole time, because when she hit the floor Takao was no longer restrained. He fell onto his hands and knees, taking a breather. Well, thank the lord she's tangible. I can't believe I was almost taken down by a female. A girl, no less. I'm going to rip her apart! The time to attack is now. It seems I really did some damage to her. Now I'm sure I can take her out myself! He told himself. Takao's white aura sprouted again before he took off in flight, heading right for the demon. He raised his left fist, ready to attack her.
Right when he was about to strike, a demonic scream sounded through the air once more before the demon girl jumped up, slashing what was now claws across his chest. Takao cried in pain before felt a strong pull on his arm and was thrown across the "room". His momentum was enhanced by an even stronger force push. Whatever solid surface he was pinned onto earlier would now be penetrated as Takao body went through it. The sound of rubble occurred, but could not be seen because of the darkness combined with the fog. He felt himself crash through two more "walls" before hitting the third. His body sunk into it, as if he made a crater. Takao coughed up blood hearing the sound of it splattering on the floor. He groaned, every bone in his body feeling like it was shattered. He didn't have to see to know that his T-shirt was torn as well. He could feel that his chest was exposed, no longer feeling something over it.
Damn, looks like I've only managed to piss it off. He thought, now to hurt to speak. Takao groaned once more in frustration when he heard like footsteps. The girl appeared once more. Blood was coming from her mouth, but she didn't seemed fazed by this at all. Takao coughed up some more blood before managing to force out a few words. "Wh-what are you?" He asked weakly, struggling to stay conscious. The girl seemed to retract her fangs and lose her red eyes and look normal. She looked like she was thinking, trying to formulate an answered. She opened her mouth, about to speak. Takao braced himself, expecting a weird, creepy voice. Maybe that of an old lady's. Maybe a deep, masculine voice. However, what he wasn't prepared for was that she sounded just like any other young, innocent girl. If Takao was hurting in virtually every bone in his body, he would've dropped his jaw.
“Hi, our name is Anne. Anne White. We were little saiyan girls like any other. We were living the average life, until the day something terrible happened to us. We were walking one day in the wastelands, looking for a place to train with each other.. Suddenly, a dark force appeared. A rather ghastly creature. Naturally, we were quite terrified. However, we thought we could take it. We are saiyans after all, there is a chance that we can win. We were dead wrong. The thing fed off our souls, sucking away our lives every passing moment. There was nothing we could do. We were hopeless. We died that day, and everyone assumed so, not even bothering to look for our bodies.” She explained.
Takao was astonished by this, they were wandering in the wastelands and then they died. Wait a second.. After thinking about what she said, he noticed she using plural pronouns. Almost as if they were...
“H- *Cough* hey, are y- *cough *cough* your friends…” He began, but was unable to finish his statement do to the fact that he was in so much pain. He had said enough that the demon child knew what he was saying.
“We are here. We are Anne. We merged with “it”. We were living, even after death. We were combined into one demon. Now, we haunt the saiyans for what they did to us.” She replied, but all Takao did in response was looked at her with a confused expression on his face. What did we ever do to you? You guys died in a wasteland with plenty of dust storms and strange, but deadly creatures. Not to mention we had business to take care of. We do a lot of missions and a lot of training. We didn’t exactly have time to look for some girls that we weren’t even sure that we were going to find to begin with. The full blooded saiyan thought. To him it seemed like these girls, who were one girl now, were just upset because their deaths didn’t get attention. What selfish little demons.
“Well, now that you know our secret. You must die.” She said.
Takao eyes widened, shocked about how this came out so sudden. He was about to protest, but before he could even speak, the loud demonic scream sounded once again. The large echoes actually pushing the saiyan’s body through the wall. Anne went on all fours and rushed the defenseless Takao, who was now screaming in terror. Right when she leaped into the air, she unleashed her claws and was about to end him.
Takao woke up safely in his bed the light from the bright sun shined through the window, illuminating the room. The saiyan had just finished hyperventilating before realizing that this entire horror show, had just been a nightmare. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. What in name of Zucceta was that? He wondered.
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He slowly looked around his room, making sure he was the only one in there. There wasn’t much in there. Other than the window and the bed, there was his armor, which leaned on the wall to his right. His gloves were placed on top of his dresser. It had about three drawers. The top drawer held his socks, underwear, and t shirts. In his other drawers were usual where his casual outfits were held. Thought he never wore them, do to the fact he was always doing something that involved fighting.He had his "pajamas", which was a white T-Shirt and black boxers. He let out a sigh before raising his right hand and pinching the bridge if his nose.
He got up onto his feet and looked at the window. It was placed above his bed, its sill soaked from the rain. Well, that was interesting. I should go back to sleep. I have to get up early in order to train. He thought, lifting up his covers and preparing to get under them. He put his leg in, but then heard a knock at the door. "Hm?" He hummed in an interrogatory tone. He had heard from downstairs. Raising an eyebrow, he walked down the stone stairs. He saw the floor in sight, indicating that he was almost to the bottom of the staircase. He rubbed his eyes, mumbling, "Who could be at the door at this hour?" Takao wondered, knowing that it was about three o'clock in the morning.
It was still dark out from the storm which seemed to not be ending anytime soon. He heard another series of knocks, a bit harder this time. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Takao said loud enough for the anonymous guest to hear. I swear, if it's some punk kid playing a prank on me, he or she is so gonna get it! He thought harshly, desperately wanting to go back to bed. Four more knocks on the door were heard. Except, something was different. The knocks were very hard, the door actually struggling to remain on it's hinges.
Takao's facial expression turned from comedically frustrated to serious. He began to think that this was not a prank. This might actually be an enemy of some sort. Takao was standing in front of the door now, clenching his fists. The guest did not seem to know that he was there, because five more knocks came. One of hinges flew off, zooming right by Takao's right cheek and digging itself into the wall. The saiyan felt the tiny gust of wind from the speeding small, metal object about a second after the object went passed him. Takao quickly turned his head, looked back at the wall, and looked at the door. The saiyan's entire body was shaking.
Who is it? Who could it be? He wondered nervously. He slowly walked to door. He put his hand on the door knob, not even bothering to twist. He felt his heart skip a beat. For when he put his hand on that knob, something enter his body. Takao didn't know what it was or how to describe it. He felt violated, and he didn't like it. A chill went down his spine as his grip on the door knob tightened and sweat fell down the side of his face. His heart was racing and his blood was pumping. He could feel the adrenaline rush as fear almost overtook his body and he almost backed out.
Do it Takao, just do it! Open it! Fear doesn't exist in life of saiyan warrior! OPEN THE DOOR! He told himself. The saiyan pulled as hard as he could, swinging the door open. He didn't know what he expected to see. All he knew was that he was expecting this. What Takao saw was... Nothing. When he opened the door he was greeted by nothing but rainfall and thunder. He had a confused expression on his face. He looked disappointed as he looked up at the dark clouds. Well that was certainly anticlimactic. The thought sounded throughout his head. He shook his head and backed up before closing the door in front of him.
Takao backed up to the wall before sliding slowly towards the ground. His butt lightly touched the floor. He tried to breath in and out slowly, and looked up at the ceiling. Easy Takao, you’re just tired. You probably imagined the whole thing. He thought, trying to convince himself that this was just a figment of his own imagination. However, when he was looking up, he saw the metal hinge still embedded into the wall. Takao’s eyes widened, knowing that he was not imagining anything at the moment. What had happened was real. The strange person who knocked his door was real. Who was it? The saiyan never got to see who it was.
He was still thinking, when suddenly he heard a bloodcurdling scream. From upstairs. Takao was so shocked he jumped and hit his head on the ceiling. He grunted in pain as it shot down from the top his head to the back of it. He rubbed his head, muttering a curse to himself. “The hell was that?” Takao wondered. He hurried up the stairs back to his room, running through the doorway. He slid to a stop as his jaw practically fell to the floor when he saw it. There was blood splattered all over the walls. “HOLY CRAP!” Takao exclaimed. He very confused, wondering where it all came from. There wasn’t even a body.
Takao looked around in panic, not knowing what exactly was going on. Then, he was filled with remorse, as if he had done something wrong. It confused him, since he knew he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t hurt anybody outside of a mission or a training session. Even if he did, Takao knew that he would never to do it within his own home. What is going on here…? He thought. Then out of nowhere, a quiet, female voice said, as if someone whispered in his ear, “Help me.” Takao turned around, startled. There was no one there, much to his confusion. What? I could’ve sworn that someone was right behind me.
He felt a strange presence wash over him. Before he could process what it was, his body was randomly was flung into the wall like a ragdoll. He cried out in pain, closing his eyes tightly as he was recovering from the pain. When Takao opened his eyes, nothing was there. In fact, his room looked like it no one ever touched it. The blood was gone and the room was spotless. The saiyan just sat there, blinking in complete and utter confusion. The saiyan slowly stood up, then he sat back dow43rdn. Even more perplexed, he tried to get up, but he couldn’t even move. In fact, he couldn’t even sit upright anymore. His body was being forced to lie on the floor. It was almost as if gravity was intensified by six hundred.
"Gah! What kind of trickery is this! Who are you? Show yourself!" He shouted in anger and frustration. Takao tried to muster up as much strength as he could, but to no avail. The saiyan decided to just lay there for a few moments, giving up. There was nothing he could do at the moment. Takao looked at the doorway, spotting what looked like the silhouette of a little girl. At first, the saiyan thought that he was just seeing things. However, as he continued to look, it more it looked like what he was afraid it would be. The black figured began to walk towards the warrior, who was about try and flee, but remembered that he couldn’t move. As the shel got closer, more details appeared. Her shoulders began to stretch out and eyes began to appear. Her head began to transform, as if she had long hair. Suddenly, the color filled him and even more details appeared.
It was a little girl wearing saiyan armor and had a tail wrapped around her waist. She had long, dark hair and black eyes. She seemed to have some kind of skirt under her black armor, as if she put her armor over her casual clothes. She also had black boots to match. Her head tilted to the left, standing over Takao. Her face was emotionless, but at the same time menacing. The paralyzed saiyan was horrified by the girll. “Who are you, what do you want?” He asked, wanting some answers. The girl didn’t say anything at first, but instead, crouched down in front of him. Her kept turning well past the limit of a normal life form. Her head, now upside down, smiled maniacally. She cried out a demonic scream, her eyes turning a solid blood red. Everything in the room began to shake, as if an earthquake was occurring. Suddenly, everything began to levitate around the two.
The scream kept going, nearly deafening his ears. Takao was horrified and yelled in reaction to the chaos. Blood began come from his ears, the saiyan could feel it trickling down his neck and falling on his shoulders. The girl’s body turned into a silhouette again, but this time the darkness began to stretch from her body, slowly engulfing the whole room. “Oh my GOOODDDDD!!!” Takao yelled in terror. This is ridiculous! What kind of girl is she? There’s no defending against this enemy. She’s… she’s a demon! Straight from the fiery pits of hell! I.. I’m afraid. I am a warrior yes, but even warriors feel fear. Is this… Is this the end?
Next thing he knew, he was floating in an all black room. The room was filled with fog, obscuring Takao's field of vision. He could only hear the faint footsteps of someone walking towards him. The saiyan was filled with dread, especially when heard humming in a musical tone. Takao knew it was the little girl approaching him. The notes were too high for a boy's, but perfect for someone with a young, feminine voice. Takao put on a serious expression. He figured that if he was going, he was going to go down without fear. Takao was going to look the enemy in the eye and prove that he is not a pushover. The girl appeared, her head on the right way this time. He had muster up every ounce of dignity and courage he had left, and stared at the demon girl dead in eye. Almost as if he was staring at her soul.
The girl smiled maniacally and put her hand out towards him. At first, Takao was confused at first, but then his body shot across the blackness until it hit something solid. A sharp pain shot up his spine, the saiyan gritting his teeth in agonizing pain. Takao looked at the girl, his body was trembling. Not in fear, but he was trying to move. Just one limb... Just one damn limb. He thought. The girl had fangs now. Like a vampire, she maneuvering her head towards Takao's neck. "Your soul is mine." She whispered demonically. The full blooded saiyan warrior took on an expression that showed pure anger. "NO!" He shouted. His white aura sprouted immediately, so intense and sudden that the demonic was blown back a few feet. She gritted her teeth in frustration. She roared, flying at the saiyan and Takao yelled out a battle cry.
Right before the saiyan girl was about to end Takao, the saiyan male's right arm swung across. A small shockwave emitted from the point of contact as his tightened fists crashed into the girl's right cheek. The demon was sent sprawling to what was apparently the floor. She must've been concentrating on pinning him to the wall the whole time, because when she hit the floor Takao was no longer restrained. He fell onto his hands and knees, taking a breather. Well, thank the lord she's tangible. I can't believe I was almost taken down by a female. A girl, no less. I'm going to rip her apart! The time to attack is now. It seems I really did some damage to her. Now I'm sure I can take her out myself! He told himself. Takao's white aura sprouted again before he took off in flight, heading right for the demon. He raised his left fist, ready to attack her.
Right when he was about to strike, a demonic scream sounded through the air once more before the demon girl jumped up, slashing what was now claws across his chest. Takao cried in pain before felt a strong pull on his arm and was thrown across the "room". His momentum was enhanced by an even stronger force push. Whatever solid surface he was pinned onto earlier would now be penetrated as Takao body went through it. The sound of rubble occurred, but could not be seen because of the darkness combined with the fog. He felt himself crash through two more "walls" before hitting the third. His body sunk into it, as if he made a crater. Takao coughed up blood hearing the sound of it splattering on the floor. He groaned, every bone in his body feeling like it was shattered. He didn't have to see to know that his T-shirt was torn as well. He could feel that his chest was exposed, no longer feeling something over it.
Damn, looks like I've only managed to piss it off. He thought, now to hurt to speak. Takao groaned once more in frustration when he heard like footsteps. The girl appeared once more. Blood was coming from her mouth, but she didn't seemed fazed by this at all. Takao coughed up some more blood before managing to force out a few words. "Wh-what are you?" He asked weakly, struggling to stay conscious. The girl seemed to retract her fangs and lose her red eyes and look normal. She looked like she was thinking, trying to formulate an answered. She opened her mouth, about to speak. Takao braced himself, expecting a weird, creepy voice. Maybe that of an old lady's. Maybe a deep, masculine voice. However, what he wasn't prepared for was that she sounded just like any other young, innocent girl. If Takao was hurting in virtually every bone in his body, he would've dropped his jaw.
“Hi, our name is Anne. Anne White. We were little saiyan girls like any other. We were living the average life, until the day something terrible happened to us. We were walking one day in the wastelands, looking for a place to train with each other.. Suddenly, a dark force appeared. A rather ghastly creature. Naturally, we were quite terrified. However, we thought we could take it. We are saiyans after all, there is a chance that we can win. We were dead wrong. The thing fed off our souls, sucking away our lives every passing moment. There was nothing we could do. We were hopeless. We died that day, and everyone assumed so, not even bothering to look for our bodies.” She explained.
Takao was astonished by this, they were wandering in the wastelands and then they died. Wait a second.. After thinking about what she said, he noticed she using plural pronouns. Almost as if they were...
“H- *Cough* hey, are y- *cough *cough* your friends…” He began, but was unable to finish his statement do to the fact that he was in so much pain. He had said enough that the demon child knew what he was saying.
“We are here. We are Anne. We merged with “it”. We were living, even after death. We were combined into one demon. Now, we haunt the saiyans for what they did to us.” She replied, but all Takao did in response was looked at her with a confused expression on his face. What did we ever do to you? You guys died in a wasteland with plenty of dust storms and strange, but deadly creatures. Not to mention we had business to take care of. We do a lot of missions and a lot of training. We didn’t exactly have time to look for some girls that we weren’t even sure that we were going to find to begin with. The full blooded saiyan thought. To him it seemed like these girls, who were one girl now, were just upset because their deaths didn’t get attention. What selfish little demons.
“Well, now that you know our secret. You must die.” She said.
Takao eyes widened, shocked about how this came out so sudden. He was about to protest, but before he could even speak, the loud demonic scream sounded once again. The large echoes actually pushing the saiyan’s body through the wall. Anne went on all fours and rushed the defenseless Takao, who was now screaming in terror. Right when she leaped into the air, she unleashed her claws and was about to end him.
Takao woke up safely in his bed the light from the bright sun shined through the window, illuminating the room. The saiyan had just finished hyperventilating before realizing that this entire horror show, had just been a nightmare. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. What in name of Zucceta was that? He wondered.
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