He checked the sky; it was still blue, and the clouds were soft and white.

- You ok?! he yelled at Marron.
- I'm gonna get him tired a bit! she replied, grinning confidently.

Miga was following her, or at least tried to, growling but not exactly angry. He was playing. Goten smiled, walked up to his niece who was on the edge of consciousness.

- Panny... You should have let him kill me instead... Look at you now...
- Shut up, moron! I'll be fine...

She bit her bottom lip violently, shutting her eyes close as a wave of pain hit her. She was pale, tiny drops of cold sweat covering her face, trembling slightly. She was losing so much blood... She was laid in a large pool of it, her blood, her life...

Quickly, Goten ripped his already torn shirt, carefully wrapped the extremities of her cut thighs with parts of it. The orange fabric turned to a dark reddish brown within three seconds.

- If only we had time...

He glanced at Marron. She was fast and strong, but she couldn't make Miga run like this for a long time. Soon he'd have to go back onto the battle field. His eyes returned to Pan, who was gasping for air.

- I'm... Fine, she repeated. Go...!
- I'm sorry Pan, really.

Not wanting to upset her, he jumped high into the sky, forming a ki blast.

- Marron, go away!! he yelled at sending it.

The blond woman rejoined him instead of simply jumping aside, and it felt odd to see her flying as if it was a daily thing. He was used to see her walking and climbing and asking to be taken... She had faked it the whole time... "C-18 is sure smart..." But his admiration went to her, Marron. In the moment, she'd changed for one of Pan's fighting suit, but it was too small for her and almost looked indecent. To Goten though, she was beautiful.

- So, now what? she asked, breaking the charm with a frown and a concerned look in her eyes.
- Huh... We... Just send him as many blasts as we can... You can do that?
- Yes!

Immediately, she powered up and sent a fast, blue blast to Miga, who received it right on what was probably his head. The monster laughed, as if it had tickled him. Marron looked sorry.

- I trained but... I'm not very strong...
- It's ok! We'll find a way to beat him...

But inside of himself, Goten felt it was lost. He couldn't beat Miga all alone, Pan being out of the question and Marron being probably as strong as Yamcha, only younger. Since the blond woman didn't have fighting experiences, Goten didn't want to count on her too much.

He sighed as beginning to attack. But his heart wasn't at it. He didn't feel any fantastic power anymore, only a horrible feeling of defeat, growing slowly but surely.

~~~

Bulma and C-18 were both staring at Yamcha, the three of them sitting at the dinning room's table, surrounded by the cats. While C-18 was exteriorly calm and quiet, Bulma was on the edge of a nerve crisis. Yamcha was the only one able to feel the kis and to tell them what was going on, and now he was pale and hesitated to inform them.

- Something happened to Goten?! To Pan?!? To Marron?! They're dead? Hurt? Dammit, WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!

C-18 stopped the purple haired woman from strangling Yamcha and demanded the same things with such a posed voice that it sounded almost disinterested.

- They're all alive... But...
- BUT?!

Yamcha shrunk on his chair and Vegeta chuckled (a cat's chuckle, that is), waiting for his wife to sit down again. Then he jumped onto her lap, stepping around before sitting down, as if claiming his territory.

Trunks rolled his eyes, Piccolo lowered his head a little. Bra was sticking to her brother like a second shadow, Videl wouldn't leave the green cat, as usual. Only Goku, who was eating happily, as if he didn't know an important battle was going on and that his son and grand-daughter were fighting, and Muten Roshi, who was sighing in a corner after Marron's departure, didn't pay any attention to the evolution of the fight.

- Pan's ki... Is very low, finally said Yamcha with a little voice, avoiding to look at the black and purple cat.

Videl shivered violently and Bulma took her in her arms quickly, caressing the soft fur.

- She'll be fine, don't worry! She's the daughter of her father, right? She'll survive, we'll take good care of her and she'll be all fine! They will all be, right C-18?

The cyborg nodded slightly. She didn't really know better, but the other woman needed to be reassured and maybe she would finally shut up.

Vegeta was glaring at the other cat in the arms of his mate, visibly angry. But he would never dare to protest; it was too easy for them to control him now.

~~~

Pan could taste her own blood; she had been biting on her lip or her tongue for the last... Eternity... She couldn't imagine anything worse than what she was living at that moment; her life was running out of her by her thighs, it was horribly painful and, cherry on the sunday, she was assisting to the end of Earth!

Marron was doing amazingly great. Pan would never had imagined her old friend owned such a power and knew how to use it so well. Even though she was quite useless against Miga, she impressed the raven haired woman.

Goten on the other side... His niece perfectly felt, despite her lack of concentration due to the pain, that he was not at his top level and that he wasn't half as focus as he was when she had saved him. "What the fuck is it with you, moron?!? You're the one who said.... AAHH!!! IT HURTS!!!" She lost track of her thoughts, hating how Goten's old gi top was oppressing her wounds. They were surely infected by now and it hurt... It hurt....


Marron glared quickly at Goten. There was something wrong with him. The decisive look in his eyes was gone and he was silent, dark. His blasts were weaker and weaker and he was slower and slower himself... She didn't dare asking if he was fine. She only focused on putting energy enough into her own blasts and sending them onto Miga and not beside him.


Chapter 9
Back to Fanfiction