Dante's Abyss Finale 2006

[Burter Jr]

The Finale: Part 2

Android 13, Kami, Krillin, Super Buu, Minoshia, Raditzu, Reijin, Trunks, and Vegeta

When Super Buu awoke from his very brief slumber, the first thing he saw was Minoshia, looking down at the corpse of Violet. Mino's scarred face glared at the Buu, apparantly out of frustration that he was not yet dead.

Buu forgot about Kami, who had cut his arm. All thoughts drifted to Minoshia. All his friends had died, but Mino stood there, alive. Hurt, but alive.

Super Buu got up and put his fists up, ready to fight.

Minoshia raised up a small, box-like gun.

That was when Super realized that Minoshia wasn't alone. Off to the side was a long-haired saiyan, who had his arms crossed over his chest. Raditzu seemed ready to brawl, but the Konat put his hand up.

"Let me," came the scarred voice of Mino. Rad put his hands down. The temporary alliance, bound by injury and loss of friends, was strong. Raditzu simply turned around to find someone else to fight.

"It's about time," Super returned to his fighting stance.

Minoshia moved into one as well. He was on one foot, leaning against a boulder. Buu's clothes were already changing shape as Mino's red aura appeared. The two charged up, and then lept at each other.

As the two fists clashed, Krillin and Thirteen collided as well. What Krillin lacked in power, he made up for in emotion. Fists and kicks zoomed between the two, matching each other blow by blow. A kick hit a knee. A fist hit a wrist. Blocked. Hit. Blocked. Hit.

Finally, Thirteen's fist blasted past Krillin's face after missing. "Aaaaagh!" Krillin screamed in victory as he grabbed the arm and threw it over his shoulder. Thirteen hit the boulder, hard. "You killed him! Killed him!"

Thirteen ducked the fist, letting it slam into the rock. "Wouldn't he have done the same?"

"NO!" Krillin denied, knowing it was wrong. "Not Twenty!" Another fist blasted forward. This one hit Thirteen in the gut, and then the boulder. A smaller hole then Twenty, but poetic justice regardless.

Thirteen's eyes narrowed. He had been beaten by human emotion. How...ironic. It was enough to make him laugh, like Twenty had.

A fist slammed into Thirteen's head, blasting it off the neck, ending any laughter fits he'd continue.

"That was...for you, Twenty," Krillin fell to his knees, panting. He looked over at his friend's body, dead. "I hope...it was enough."

For a moment, peace returned. Krillin had avenged his friend. His anger subsided.

The victory was short-lived. Raditzu's shotgun removed the back half of his bald head.

#01 Android 13 DEAD
#33 Krillin DEAD

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