Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

2.11 All against the Millenary Fighter

Hanasia was pouring some water on her father's forehead.

In the family house, and on that very same bed where her mother had ended her life, now her father was laying.

« Don't bother... » he thought he was saying, but Hanasia could just hear the vowels. "You're in the doldrums, just as you did with you mother," he mumbled. Hartich tried to raise his arm in order to put his hand on her face, but he didn't manage to do it.

"You know, my daughter," he said, out loud or just in his head, "I am not a good Saiyan. When I went around the world, I was looking for something different, but I haven't found it. So I tried to be it myself, different I mean. When I came back, I became a village chief, but I don't think I deserve it. I placed all my difference in you and, what's sure is that you really are different. You're the strongest Saiyan. You're also the most deserving for, as I do, you can feel the sadness of other people. No, you don't feel it, you live it. You're not just a Saiyan. You're every Saiyan. When they suffer, it's in you. When they're happy, it's in you... You've all the Saiyans in you and that's why you're the strongest Saiyan. You'll be able to lead them and to fight at their side. You..."

But Hanasia never heard this speech. She just saw through her tears her father's eyes closing while his mouth was still erratically moving.

"Well? What is your problem? What's your message?"

The Tsuful was panting at the door, and he couldn't get it through. His eyes were moving in every directions. He tried to speak, but his lungs were empty. He had to take his breath once again. How calm was this control room! But a kind of anxiety was now growing and every eyes were set on the messenger.

Tsufuls are serious people. Without even knowing his name, Chiin-Lee had already spoken several time with this employee and he was a serious person. That was why everyone was worried to see him sweating, distraught as if he had seen a demon, unable to express the news he had run to tell in person when one could as easily communicate from one room to another.

But it wasn't the only thing that added to the disquiet. Behind him, and from the open door, a unusual background buzz could be heard. The entire building was high boiling. Chiin-Lee took the mike to ask what was going on in the next room. On the videophone, she could see that the workers were running around.

"What is happening?" she distinctly demanded. It stopped the called ones dead in their track. They looked at the videophone, surprised, as if the question was stupid. Suddenly aware that he still hadn't shared his message, the guy at the door managed to stutter:

"There... There are two of them!"

A beam of light pierced the smoke and a powerful wind immediately cleared it. Still standing in the center of a crater of soil and rock, laughing as a demon, Romanesco, the Millenary fighter, wasn't bleeding anymore. There was a black stain on his torso: the hot air that had been glued to the point of impact. But not a scratch, not the mere wound.

That had been the most powerful attack they could do. Fifty Saiyan together, trained and synchronized couldn't touch the Millenary fighter. What could they do now? They couldn't gather the entire army so quickly. It was useless to try and hold him back. On the other hand, according to the Tsufuls, he was going to destroy everything in his immediate surrounding in the meanwhile. And it was confirmed when he hit the ground with his fist and threw a fire ball. The crater under his feet exploded and the ground shook. Nizzuchi flew away, making a very clear gesture: he was telling the soldiers to flee.