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In her hand sat the baseball sized orange sphere, the light and her reflection dancing off its smooth sides. She blinked her hard black eyes solemnly, contemplating the sheer power contained within such a small object. She looked down slowly at the other five sitting on pillow beds beside her, then gently placed the four-star DragonBall down on the red pillow and put it beside the others. Once Tomma and Trunks returned with the last DragonBall, then the wish could be made. A wish that had been priority under the last wish- which was to let the Saiyan's human mates age with them instead of dying at the Saiyan's mid-life. She cursed Humans that their short lifespans- it was common knowledge now that Saiyans could double and sometimes almost triple a human's life span. Sekkai got up off the couch and looked out the window, scanning with her Ki to see if Tomma or the Spoiled Pet's Brat was anywhere nearby. They weren't. She turned back to an inquisitive face. She blinked and almost stepped back in surprise, but stopped herself as she growled down at the youth. "What do you want, Vegeta?" The young Saiyan hybrid looked at his grandmother oddly. "Has Dad come back with the last DragonBall yet?" he asked, swishing his little furry tail irritably. "Do you see a seventh Ball here?" "No," came the quick reply. "So what do you think?" Sekkai snorted. "Use your intelligence. You don't want to seem dense like that half-Saiyan runt sired by Kakorot," The older Saiyan female snorted at her Grandson, referring to Goten in her statement. Vegeta puffed with anger. "I am not one of third class descent. I have the blood of the House of Vegeta in me. I am automatically smarter," he said in an offhand way, copying the attitude of his Grandfather, the Prince of Saiyans. Sekkai chuckled as she felt a twinge in Ki. "Do you feel that?" she asked, turning to the window, and then leaning back to look at her Grandson. The little Saiyan took a couple steps forward and searched out with his own Ki. He locked onto one that was extremely familiar to him: it belonged to his Father. Trunks did an almost playful barrel roll in the air as the wind ripped through his long lavender hair and rippled down his loose pants. Tomma did a wide roll, following Trunks' example in a calmer fashion. Both could see the large hemisphere shapes of Capsule Corp in the decreasing distance. Trunks looked over his shoulder at the older Saiyan, then flashed with power as he sped up. Tomma matched his speed, a slight smirk on his scarred face. Trunks and Tomma both slowed as they came to the circular forms of the Capsule Corp complex. The coloured comets that had previously engulfed their bodies slowly faded into nothingness as they descended down to the grass in one of the courtyards. The moment Trunks' feet hit the grass, a door burst open and with a happy cry his daughter ran out to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and looks up to him with her deep blue eyes. "Did you find it?" she asked, blinking up at her Father in wonder. Trunks took the DragonBall out of his pocket and tossed it in the air, then caught it again, twirling it around in his fingers. "You bet I did Tasha. Now, all we need is to call the Dragon, and we can bring Mom home." Tasha grinned and ran back towards the doors, screeching for Sekkai. After a moment's grumbling in Saiyan tongue, Sekkai shuffled to the door and leaned on the frame. "I assume you found the last ball, eh Tomma?" she said, looking past Trunks and to her old teammate. Tomma merely nodded, and Trunks strode forward to get inside. Sekkai snorted at his impatience, then plucked the DragonBall out of his hand and swiftly turned on her heel and walked calmly into the room, which contained the other six DragonBalls. She placed it on it's own little pillow, and turned to face a new horde of people. Serori now stood there, flanked by her child Kinomi, named for the first one she and Tomma had lost, Tomma himself, Vegeta whose eyes were piercing with iciness, Trunks who looked excited, and with a child on either side. Sekkai could see Bulma and Bra peeking in from behind the mass of Saiyans. "Are you summoning the Dragon now?" Bra asked quietly. Her voice carried over the silence. "Yes," was Sekkai's short reply. "Everyone grab a pillow and lets go to an open place." As the group rushed forward, Bra slipped away and dialed Goten's phone number to tell him that the Dragon was about to be summoned.
The cable she was bound with bit deeply into her wrists, and she could feel the warmth of her own blood seeping down her fingers. She could hardly open her bruised and beaten eyes to look at the rolling red sky, but she didn't really want to. It only made her think of all the blood she was bathing in. Mostly her own. Her captors played a very cruel game: seeing how long they could keep her alive when she was beaten almost past death. She knew that all that would happen to her was she'd drop to a lower level of Hell. Yet, the pain was so hard to stand, and so intense that she had just stopped fighting it. She groaned slightly as she was kicked in the ribs, and she rolled from her side onto her front. The ground in front of her nose smelled strongly of rotting blood. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then slowly and painfully rolled herself onto her back and cracked open a single, puffy eye. She could see his disgusting face. She snarled ever so slightly, but Tantum's sharp hearing picked it up. "Oh, I see my dear one has awoken! Tell me, sweet child, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His Talisian comrades chuckled savagely behind him. All Hakuto could do was to stare at him with her eye cracked open. Tantum grinned down at her, his face contorted into some kind of sick joy. "I guess, since you're so quiet, that you must want another playtime!" Hakuto just blinked sadly. She didn't have the energy to even make the slightest attempt to stop the group from advancing on her. She closed her eye, and sighed, preparing for a new onslaught of pain. None came. Instead of opening her eye again, she used her Ki to sense what was going on around her. She could feel five foreign Kis attacking her captors. So someone decided to attack Tantum and his crew when they were resting. She was silently thankful, and then hoped that a spare Ki attack would hit her so she could progress to the next level and be rid of her Father and his cronies. She opened both of her eyes. She blinked in utter surprise as no pain came. She blinked once, then twice, and held her hand up to her face. An iridescent mist surrounded her, healing her various wounds and returning her damaged armor to what it was when she first had died. Gloves materialized out of nowhere and fit themselves upon her hands, with the same bloodstains that were on them before her death. Tantum gave a cry and rushed towards his levitated daughter. She easily caught his fist and began to crush it in her palm. Tantum winced under the pain, and spluttered out "How did you do that?" Hakuto grinned. "I don't know. But if it works," she said, and leaned closer towards him "Then I'm not complaining." Her hand glowed bright with power as she punched a hole through her Father's midsection. He doubled forward, leaning past her arm, eyes and mouth wide in shock. He fell backwards, and as he dissipated to move to the next level of Hell, he saw his daughter glow, and then suddenly disappear.
The skies on the dead world of Talis crackled for the first time in years. The planet had been so barren since it's inhabitants had fled for their lives. The dust from destroyed cities and countryside hadn't been disturbed from its rest, until now. Two forms stood, solemn and watchful. One wore a thin-wired scouter over her ear, the other with nothing. Both had spiky black hair and weathered skin. The scouter buzzed. "It has been done. Watch for her presence," came a male voice through the earpiece. At that moment, the scouter blipped, and both Saiyans turned their heads in the direction of the energy, one from the scouter, one depending on his own Ki detection skills. A green and a red comet took to the sky, ever watching for their precious package, that Shenlong had delivered to them after years of waiting. The orange-tinted scouter blipped again, and the female slowed down, swinging her head back and forth, following the arrows. She wrinkled her nose; the arrows were moving sporadically. That meant... "She's on the move," the male said, and blinked slowly. "Probably to see who we are." The two waited, suspended in the air, tracking her with their eyes. Sekkai leaned forward suddenly. "She's gone! My scouter isn't picking her up!" Tomma reacted suddenly as well, turning his head wildly, trying to locate her with his mind. All of a sudden her stopped, and grinned in amusement as he looked straight up. There she was, hands forward and a newly-formed Ki blast twirling in the air infront of them. Her eyes were darting back and forth between the two, until Tomma called out to her. "Aye! Shut that blasted blast down child! You won't attack your own kin, would you 'Kuto?" Hakuto let the energy dissipate and lowered herself down to their level. Her face was twisted in confusion. "Tomma? Mother? What's going on? Where am I?" Her voice was soft and light, and her eyes searched the faces of the two Saiyans in front of her for some sort of explanation. Sekkai grinned. "You're alive again. You're home."
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