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Saiyan's Revenge, Prologue
Mango was not happy.
The soldier strode down the hall of the ship. His boots made a soft clicking noise on the metal floor and his armour rustled as he walked, but otherwise all was silent. The corridor held no decorations and the gently curving transparent walls showed nothing but the cold darkness of space. Normally the lack of environmental stimulation and the silence would have driven him crazy, but he was too preoccupied with the present. His leathery forehead, dilated eyes and lipless mouth was set in his 'sergeant face' - the stern gaze reserved for his underlings and now a habit. However, his thoughts were in turmoil.
He had been ordered to report straight to Doctor Chai with the information he had just received. Although Mango had survived forty years of service to the Royal Family, never had his resolve been tested more. For what the doctor lacked in his race's legendary power, he made up for in aggression - it was no secret that he took his considerab
Three days until the end of the world.
Chiyo watched the farms and hills roll by. It was almost midday, and the sky was a brilliant blue. The wind that buffeted her in cold gusts negated the sun's warming effect, however, and she found herself wishing she'd brought a jacket.
It was hard to believe the Cell Game was only three days away. She tried her hardest not to think about it. Ever since she and Goku had returned from gathering the Dragon Balls, Goku had insisted she relax and have fun. But Chiyo wasn't used to being idle, and after half a day of bouncing off the walls, Chi-Chi had banished her energetic daughter from the house.
Land flashed by and then there was nothing but sparkling blue sea. Chiyo dived until she was just above the water and trailed her hand through the foam, squealing with laughter as water splashed everywhere.
Kame House appeared on the horizon, looking as serene as ever - untouched by the events of the past week, and why would it? The island was remote and so
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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