DBM Universe 12-14 and "Mirai" world : Twin Pain
Written by Foenidis
Adapted by Adamantine
In this alternative world where Mirai Trunks comes from, all our heroes were killed by the cyborgs... This story tells the details of that, it tells you about a part of the common story of universes 12 and 14.1234567891011121314151617181920212223242526272829303132333435363738394041424344454647484950515253545556575859606162
“You're two children of a bitch and your father was just a stupid loser!” Krilin howled.
He hoped that the insult would unsettle the twins for a moment. And it was apparently working for they now had a look of surprise in their eyes.
His face twisted by hatred and determination, Goku's friend finished to form a luminous energy ball in his left hand and to enlarge the wide light disk in his right hand that now was above his head. He didn't feel his burning hands anymore, his arms were nothing but blazing burns, his nervous system was like in a fever...
He'd never have thought that someday he'd manage to do two attacks of such intensity at the same time. Yet, he didn't have the time to be astonished, the two others were to be surprised, that was vital!
At first, he stretched backward, as much as he could, every muscles in his body were tight as a bowstring and, all of a sudden, in one movement, one incredible effort that required each of his muscles, he threw almost at the same time, the two concentrations of pure energy, screaming to use all of his strength... all of his ki.
The ball exploded right away on 18 who was the nearest, the shock wave throwing Krilin himself backwards. In spite of the chock, he looked with dread his razor sharp disk going on its course, just as a huge Frisbee, towards the second cyborg. But as he was further away, the latter would have the time to see it coming...
Hopefully he'd not try to dodge it...
Wonderful! He was getting ready to punch the luminous disk!
Krilin rejoiced: 17 would understand that he had made a mistake too late. Even if he managed to not be beheaded, he'd be damaged anyway!
C18 emerged, she was all blackened, but unharmed by the incredible explosion that had swallowed her. It didn't matter... She couldn't do anything to save her brother.
She too watched helplessly the course of the whirling energy disk.
The formidable weapon finally reached its target. As planned, 17 violently punched it. Much better, he had joined his two hands to make sure he'd counter it.
Krilin was astonished: the luminous disk violently bounced on the cyborg's fists without inflicting the mere scratch!
He looked with incredulity his creation bending under the impetus of 17's blow and watched as it was now rushing towards the ground.
He felt as if his heart was about to explode: the pure energy was rushing at such an incredible speed, hissing, and it was obvious where it was going to land! It was going straight to Yamcha who was painfully trying to get up!
At the moment of the impact, Krilin closed his lids on his eyes, his eyes that pain burned . He didn't even notice that he was losing altitude due to the dizziness that had taken hold of him and that was disturbing his senses.
And yet, the fatal 'schlock!' rang out like a deafening death knell in his ears.
He fell on the ground, was on all fours, destroying a rock with his forehead. He wished that his head had exploded instead!
He didn't have to look up to realise the horror of the situation.
Curled up into a ball, he buried his head under his arms and his clenched hands. He just had killed his friend! He wanted to throw up. He wanted to die, just now!
How could he live on with such atrocity? How could he live own with such a guilty conscience? How could he keep on breathing after having done such a thing?
He burst out sobbing, moaning as a child.
He hadn't looked up, he didn't want to look up, but a red striped image forced itself on his mind. It was the sight of Yamcha, cut in two lengthwise by his ephemeral blade. It was horrible.
He couldn't tear his mind off this image. Given the angle of the attack, it was plain how his friend had been hit. He was less sure of the height. He wished that the blade had cut through his head rather than through the torso, that way, he'd not have suffered, he'd not have time to understand what was going on.
This was pure horror: to reach the point where he wished that he shot his friend in the head.
Death... To die was better than keeping seeing 'that'... Burning thinking of 'that'!
Hell certainly couldn't be worse than what he was going through now, it was impossible!
A compassionate hand made him shiver when it brushed his back.
Krilin didn't want to see anyone, he coudn't see nor hear anyone. He just wanted the salutary oblivion of the eternal rest. Nothing but the absolute silence of the supreme oblivion, the forgiveness of a friend that he wasn't doing to see anymore.
Two hands obliged him to look up,lifted his head. He opened his eyes full of tears a little and made out the unreal form of a blond figure that was softly drying the tears that were flooding his face.