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Chapter 8 .:




Old friends




--- The past catches up with everyone ... what happened eons ago can happen at any time today.


Fate knows a thousand twists, a thousand repetitions. A thousand ways to turn an old evil into a new one.


. An old warrior will oppose evil ... but only his pupil can save him and us ... ---




Zoe had a strange dream. She was still awake when Vegeta took her in his arms and took off. She had tried to ask him where he was actually going, but couldn't even find the strength to articulate the sentence.


With every meter that they covered in the air, it drifted further and further from reality. For a brief, waking moment she thought that what she saw should not be called a dream, but rather a vision.



She saw ... through her own eyes ...


A woman ... a beautiful young woman with lavender hair and a delicate, almost fragile body.


In a clearing in a forest. This creature had gathered around ten people. Humanoid beings, of both sexes, who essentially matched humans in terms of size and body structure, but exhibited one serious distinguishing feature: a bone crest that reached from the forehead to the back of the head. These beings were dressed in primitive animal skins that made Zoe itch just by looking at them.


Nevertheless ... despite this simplicity, or precisely because of it, she found these beings beautiful as well. To her confusion, however, in a more natural and real way than this woman in the middle.


She pushed aside a twig that was blocking her view and was amazed to find that she could feel the bark of the unfamiliar plant under her fingers.Startled, she withdrew her hand.


When her gaze fell into a small puddle at her feet, she was completely frightened. She could see her face ... HER own face ... and yet ...


Instead of red and black hair, a bone comb, a thin slab of bone covered with fine skin, not quite ten centimeters high, adorned her skull. She looked at this attribute with fascination. It was a little wider at the base and tapered towards the top. The skin that covered it was streaked with thousands of fine veins and Zoe was almost instantly sure that this comb could change color to all possible shades of red, depending on the condition of its owner. She was equally convinced that the wine-red color of her bone crest indicated the highest level of excitement.


A little reluctantly, she tore herself away from the picture and turned back to the scene in this quiet clearing in the middle of a forest full of indefinable plants.

It was actually a wonderful picture. Almost suitable for a romantic painter, these artists would have painted pictures of violet-haired women and people with bone crests on their heads.




But something was wrong with this picture, she felt it deep inside her. Without knowing how she knew that, she was sure that the woman didn't belong there ... that the Bones had never seen a creature like this before.




There were few of them left. Almost all of her population had been wiped out since this woman appeared. This woman was worshiped as a goddess. Nobody knew where she had come from and what she wanted. The groups gathered around her, seemed to be losing their independent thinking, becoming more and more dependent on her.




For Zoe herself, however, the veil slowly lifted. Was it her own memories? And if not, then whose? In a split second, images appeared in her mind, almost all of which she had immediately forgotten.

She thought vaguely to remember, to know where this woman came from and what she really was. For a short time she even realized that she was the last one who had not yet fallen under her spell. And what was even more important: That she was never allowed to.


Leviathan ... that's what they called their goddess ...


She was beautiful ... charismatic ... performed some miracles ... did everything for her followers.


But...


But only as long as she used it. It was fake. Fake beauty. Wrong charisma. Unnatural.


Their followers died one by one! And so far no one had done anything about it ...




A twig cracked under her feet as she carelessly leaned forward


The woman looked up, and almost immediately spotted Zoe - or whatever her name was as the bone comb - who was about to retreat behind her tree, startled. But couldn't move a muscle and stood there as if nailed to the ground.

Waves of hatred met her. Of the woman and her entourage. So strong that she could feel it.


The woman's eyes seemed to disappear into their sockets and to be replaced by glowing red lights. Her followers stood protectively in front of the woman, but she simply pushed her aside and took a few steps towards Zoe.


She too had now stepped out from behind her tree. Determined. Determined to do whatever had to be done. No matter what it was.


Leviathan's smile turned into a sneering grin before behind her back - or from her back? - long, pulsing, purple tentacles appeared, which casually wrapped themselves around the necks of their followers.




"They are the last of your people ..."




Zoe could hear the voice, although the woman didn't move her lips a bit.


And suddenly she heard herself say something. In an original language that was actually strange to her, but which, to her astonishment, she was able to understand.



"Your life ends with them! You will then no longer have anyone to get you your urgently needed food: Bad feelings ...


You can't leave here. You crawled out of our earth and you will return there too, I will take care of that !! "




The woman took another step towards Zoe, her face screwed up in an angry grimace more than ever. Zoe could hear the cracking of individual bones and saw Leviathan's companions drop dead to the ground one by one. With a broken neck.




Again one of these lightning bolts appeared in Zoe's mind. She had once known how to get at Leviathan ...


But with every step that the violet-haired woman came closer, these memories faded like the picture of the clearing, which had just looked so peaceful, and which had now become the scene of a gruesome murder.


Leviathan's face also changed ...



Zoe could feel her long hair on her shoulders again, a dull ache in her leg ... her back ... her head ...




To her astonishment, the woman's face turned into Dawn's, which she looked at with a malicious grin and said in a neutral tone:


"I haven't even thanked you. You may have conquered my body back then, but my mind was able to travel. You have always provided me with the necessary strength ..."


Again the face changed. From Dawn's angelic appearance, contradicting her character, to that of a monster.


A hideous mixture of a huge spider with fiery red eyes and the fangs of a huge vampire and a shaggy fur.


Apparently the visual representation of the true character of the woman.




Zoe swallowed hard. Actually she wanted to scream, but couldn't get a sound out. This ... THING ... should she have created?But how?




Suddenly and unpredictably like everything else she had seen, she realized this for a split second.


A sentence echoed in her ears while the terrifying image slowly faded from her eyes.




"I HATE YOU!!!"




Vegeta could hear a pained sound from the young woman in his arms. Concerned, he looked down at the small figure, which pressed itself against his chest in search of warmth (wants to !!!! * sigh *) and had opened its eyes wide.




"It's all my fault ..." he heard her whisper.




"What's your fault?"


She looked at him helplessly and only now seemed to really notice him again.


"I don't know," she said desperately.


Vegeta turned his gaze back to the front and unconsciously hugged her a little tighter.


Not long now and they would be there.




***



Dende looked proudly towards the horizon, where the first rays of the rising sun were just emerging.


Two months ago his first experiment failed completely, but now he was standing here with Piccolo and Popo, taking a first look at a completely new world.


The young god had to admit with regret that it was not entirely his own idea to open a gate into a parallel universe.


He had always had visions as a small child and could sometimes predict the future. Perhaps this was a skill that could be very useful to him as a god. An ability that his predecessor had to a certain extent.


This time, however, it was somehow different. He had meditated, something that he had copied from Piccolo in the course of time, and which had always opened up amazing possibilities for him. It might not make him stronger, like the gigantic Namek, but he learned a lot from it ...

A voice had crept into the pictures, pictures that both frightened and confused him. A voice to which there was no face, but which struck him as warm, honest and sympathetic. A voice asking for help.


She had told him her story and it had moved him in many ways.


He didn't know why they had come here, however. What should all of this bring. He had only received a few instructions, instructed Piccolo and Popo in his plan ... but wisely kept the voice quiet.


Dende knew his friends. You would immediately smell all sorts of things behind this voice, his visions, and get ready to fight. Piccolo was suspicious enough as it was.


He trusted this warm voice. It