[6] Production Building/Dome

[Bra]

The horrendous battle between the two hyper powers came to an abrupt standstill, regressing from a battle of might to a battle of words. The cyan haired girl strained to hear the obviously heated discussion, but the acoustics of the dome were noticeably atrocious, and sound failed to travel any real distance. Raditzu had borne a particularly grievous wound in his side. Blood freely spilled from it, flowing down his body and onto his pants, soaking the leg with the crimson fluid. Bra whimpered as she finally caught sight of her father?s injury; his shoulder had been substantially decimated, leaving his arm limp and useless. The two of them were in no condition to fight, but the princess knew that either would do so anyway.

Without any warning or noise, the entire lighting system of the complex failed, shrouding everyone and everything in a nearly complete blackness. The cool green glow of the energy bars also faded away, leaving several of the captives to wonder if this was merely yet another painstakingly careful phase in Brim?s wicked design.

An ominous shuffling could suddenly be heard in every direction except behind the girl, who instinctively brought her gloved fists up. The halfling?s eyes narrowed and her teeth were borne angrily, though none could see it in the darkness. A cacophony of labored moans met the child?s ears, the shuffling growing louder. The princess? cobalt-alabaster cloak of flame exploded around her, illuminating the cell and parts of the dome nearby. Shambling silhouettes could now be seen, pitifully making their way to the forms who stood rigid in the arena.

Agony. The only possible word that could describe the four intense blows she received from the inky blackness. Her slender form was sent hurtling through the air, before she smacked painfully into the floor, skipping across it until she rolled to a painful stop in a heap on the ground.

Aureate fires viciously broke the darkness, casting wildly twisting shadows which stemmed eerily from their focal point; a saiyan prince who appeared extremely agitated with what could only be described as a demon. Bra watched intently from her position on the floor for a moment, fascinated by her father?s extraordinary strength, even now that he had returned to the first level of super saiyan. The hell spawn had a set of twisted horns upon it?s head, and sinister looking claws extending from it?s hands. The creature was immense. Though it had leaned far enough forward to place it?s meaty hands upon the ground, it still managed to tower above the princess? father, a look of utter spite on it?s hideous face.

?Time for Round Two, you ugly ogre!? Vegeta boomed, lunging forth and tackling his much larger foe off-balance, ?Nobody fucks with my family!? he brought his fist down, striking brutally against the demon?s skull. Bra, who had still been watching, was shocked. The creature hadn?t moved at all from the force of impact. The creature looked up at the noble super saiyan, who involuntarily retracted his fist in surprise.

?Done?? he taunted, abruptly leaping up and delivering a devastating kick to Vegeta?s chest. The prince grunted under the impact, flying backward before losing his balance and crashing to the floor.

?What!?? Bra whispered, her eyes widening in horror. Her father couldn?t possibly be losing to some disgusting brute. Despite what her fiercely proud beliefs told her, there was Vegeta, the best warrior to have ever lived, at the feet of some twisted devil which had emerged from the darkness which had enveloped the arena.

?I?m so sick of this game!!? the princess snarled, her frustration and dread finally exceeding the girl?s limits. She needed her father! He couldn?t simply die at the hands of some nameless plot device. She couldn?t deal with his death, nor the responsibility of avenging such a legacy.

No.

Suddenly, as if it had been so obvious since the start, it was not her, but Vegeta who needed help. The concept was absurd to the cyan haired girl, but it didn?t matter. All that mattered now was fighting alongside him, and making that demonic vermin suffer dearly for even laying a hand upon them.

As she rocketed through the air, her silky hair became stiff and spiked as her eyes shifted hue from azure to jade. A blast of gold identical to her father?s surrounded her as the ascension became complete, propelling her forth at a far more alacritous rate of acceleration. The golden haired youth flashed in between the demon and her father, pounding her fists one after the other into the monstrosity?s chest. A crooked smirk cracked his face. His jagged teeth shone wickedly as he emitted a nefarious chuckle. With a blatant lack of effort, the repulsive demon shoved her hard, sending her careening into her father, who almost tumbled again under the force. Trying to control his anger, Vegeta gently pushed Bra away enough from himself to return to the offensive.

?Ignorant beast!!? he exclaimed, pulling his arm back, his muscles rippling under the tension as he prepared to unleash a commanding punch, but it never came. One of the demon?s ham fists collided with his jaw instead, creating a nauseating crack! which sounded loudly in Bra?s ears. Vegeta staggered back, much to the princess? horror.

She wasn?t able to lift her feet, as if they had been planted to the floor by some unseen force. The girl had almost considered the idea of it being Brim who caused it, but the thought was quickly discarded.

The mighty prince lashed out with another straight punch, striking one of the creature?s hulking forearms which had snapped up to intercept the blow. It gave that same toothy smile before driving it?s fist into Vegeta?s temple, putting all of the weight of his substantially hefty body into the attack. Bra?s father was sent reeling in mid-air, before painfully crashing into the dusty floor.

?Stop it!!? she screamed, diverting the hellion?s attention. Her emerald eyes burned with a renewed vigor. Her fears finally displaced. With a mighty push off the floor, the demi saiyan?s legs catapulted her straight toward the demon, twisting her body around at the last moment, dragging her heel through the air before savagely planting it into the side of the monstrosity?s neck. It?s head jerked sharply to the side, but nothing more. With blistering speed ill-fitting of his enormity, it wrapped a massive hand around Bra?s calf, swinging the girl up before driving her into the floor as hard as it could.

?Bra!!? roared Vegeta, who launched forth, smashing an elbow into the devil?s skull with enough force to topple the immense creature, who hit the floor with a deafening thud. An accusing finger snapped out, only inches from the princess? face, ?You! Be more careful!?

?Uh...? she mouthed, almost not vocalizing the sound at all. A simple nod conveyed everything that needed to be said to her father, before the two of them immediately became distracted by a familiar power, which had suddenly grown to outlandish proportions, ?Trunks!??

He lunged forth, clearing the massive gap between himself and the recovering giant in an instant. His knee drove into the monster?s gut, throwing the hell spawn back onto the floor. Trunks flipped forward, unable to halt his own inertia, and planted a foot firmly upon the demon?s throat.

The expression on Bra?s face mirrored what she felt within her mind. Utter confusion. Since when did her brother possess that kind of power? Had he simply been hiding it from them the whole time? More importantly for the girl came the question of how, rather than why. The girl had experienced that kind of power once before, albeit thanks to an enchanted dragonball. Her own strength and lack of any form of self-control frightened her, though she could only guess as to how her sibling felt about the tumultuous ki swirling through his veins.

Trunks stepped off the demonic creature, ramming a boot into the side of it?s head, punting the gargantuan monster into the air. Vegeta was quick to act, leaping up to intervene with the living projectile?s course, hastily summoning a mass of energy into his open palms. The prince rushed in closer, thrusting his arms forward, almost close enough to touch the demon, before releasing the attack. The powerful gallet gun burned against the monster?s unholy flesh, pushing it through the dark arena, straight into a wall. The pillar of ki detonated, engulfing the hellion within the expanding force of the explosion.

The older of the two hybrids raced forward into the haze, disappearing within. Bra and Vegeta scanned the debris for any sign of the warriors, just as several intense sparks of light flashed from within the cloud.

Suddenly, the princess was faced with yet another problem. Dozens of the living dead were now encroaching upon the royal family, threatening to overwhelm them with numbers. The halfling created a pair of kienzan daggers and immediately went to work, savagely rending and tearing through the zombies while her father sent ki blasts and fists flying into the group of shambling dead men nearest him.

?We can?t focus on these bastards and that demon-thing!!? Bra declared, slamming a blade through the face of another zombie, ?Trunks is gonna need a hand, even with his power!?

?Just keep fighting!? came Vegeta? order. His daughter grimaced, a snap kick followed by a violent stab dispatched one more, but for every zombie they killed, two or three more came to replace it.

?I got an idea!! Dad, could you hold these guys off on your own?? Bra demanded, ducking an unskilled, rotting fist, before retorting with a trio of brutal slashes. Vegeta seemed almost offended as he drove a kick into a zombie?s head with enough force to detach it from it?s body.

?Of course I can! Just be quick about your idea!? he retorted with a smirk, bolstering his aura as he prepared to combat the undead force without any outside help. Bra retreated a few feet behind her father, glancing over to Trunks, who still appeared to have the upper hand.

Okay... Now... What the hell was this thing called? Me... Memento? Yeah. Memento. But how the fuck do I summon it!? Dammit, Bra, how could you forget this!?

?Okay...? the 12-year-old super saiyan took a deep breath, uncertainly raising her hands to the sky, ?All them- no... All those who oppose me shall fear my wrath. A living horror will haunt your last day. This is my final memento.? she paused, uncertain, ?...Shit. Now... oh yeah. Memento of Grimshaw, come here now!?

The girl must have looked extremely odd to any onlookers there may have been, but suddenly a painfully bright violet circle appeared before her. It?s surface seemed to ripple and burn at the same time, but otherwise failed to do anything significant. Bra suddenly grew agitated, impatiently glaring at the strange object.

Even Bra was surprised when a terrifying figure literally materialized from the hole in space and time, which promptly vanished after the creature?s arrival. It bore vicious teeth and claws, complete with not one, but two whip-like tails which continuously thrashed about, as if trying to strike some unseen enemy. The monster stood on four legs, and seemed comprised entirely of shadow. It?s entire body was translucent, and light passed freely though it, which formed an unnerving ripple effect on the avatar?s skin. Tufts of light smoke drifted from it?s body as if being exuded from the shade?s see-through pores. The monster?s elongated head was completely devoid of eyes, and a horrifying scowl seemed permanent on the nightmarish avatar?s long, razor-tooth lined mouth.

The halfling had formed an intensely concentrated ball of energy, and fired it at the summoned familiar, watching as her ki was absorbed by the fearsome creature. Finally, it was ready to go on the attack.

?Okay... Grimshaw?s... uh... Memento. Go kill some zombie.? Bra commanded, pointing at the undead creatures which now surrounded her father. The shade released a terrifying shriek, leaping with amazing speed onto the nearest zombie. Claws and teeth rent it to pieces, while it?s tails slashed through another. The living shadow pounced from zombie to zombie with brutal efficiency, cleaving through each one in turn with not even an ounce of hesitation or sympathy. One of the living dead had been foolish enough to grasp onto one of the avatar?s tails, which caused it to recoil and reduce the zombie?s skull to a spray of gore. Vegeta and Bra would certainly be free to help Trunks now.

OOC: Okay, Grimshaw's Memento is going to town on the zombies. Vegeta, I left your reaction to the technique out, because... I'm not exactly sure how you would react to it. =\

So, yeah. Hope it was good.