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A New and Passionate Beginning
Topic Started: Sep 11 2014, 07:41 PM (2,018 Views)
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The master of all that was seen before him walked into the living room after a long day. He was followed by a feminine giggle from his wife and a hoarse laughter from a partner. His black eyes were filled with coldness. As the two spoke about their adventurous day, the android terror removed his black tux and his under shirt. He tossed them on the couch. Paul and Chi-chi were laughing it up. They were in the background discussing how they managed to stop a couple of trash. He clenched his jaw and his fists. For the android terror, his mind was on one scene. A scene that drove him mad to the point that he was attempting to calm himself before a shit storm started. In his mind, all he could picture was how his wife froze in fright when a masked fucker pulled out a BBA shotgun. The same shotgun that killed the husband of the couple his wife tried to save.

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He blew a hole in the masked fucker's chest that dared looked at his wife wrong. Even after the masked freak was dead, he blew several holes into his body. Paul hid Chi's face from the scene, but that didn't stop the android terror from feeling a passionate rage inside of him. He was mad. He was mad because she put herself at risk which in turn drove his instincts completely wild. She must have forgotten about that scene, but he didn't. His heart burned with rage. It was not because Chi-chi was a fragile woman that needed to be taken care of. No, it was because he couldn't stand the sight of the trash attempting to dirty her innocence. Nevertheless, he was on the breaking point of letting how he felt loose.

He wasn't questioning her abilities as a fighter. In actuality, he enjoyed having her by his side because she made him feel more powerful. She feared almost nothing, but it was clear to him that the tragedy she suffered almost a month ago left its mark on her. It was normal and one he constantly addressed. However, she insisted, and he could not have it anymore. His temper couldn't handle it. She wasn't ready. The doctor told her to stay put after the tragic shit she went through. He wasn't ready to have her get involved in the risky business of getting rid of trash.

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In the background, he heard Paul goof around with his wife about the events before the one scene Gatz had replaying in his mind. Paul and Chichi took care of the thugs that were causing problems in Hercule City. They did a good job knocking them out. They couldn't even get a hit on his wife which, for their sake, was a good thing. The android terror was sure to finish them off, but there was one thing that Chi said that set him off. He was about to get into an argument with her. At this point, he didn't care what shit storm he started. What he cared about was her safety and all that be damned.

"I didn't expect that delinquent to have a weapon like that. I wonder where they get them from" Chi-chi asked to Paul.

"You're damn right. You didn't expect that freak to have that weapon." He interrupted Chi. Being shirtless, he stormed over to Paul and Chi because his temper was let loose.

"You know what the fuck happened? You stood there and almost got yourself shot. This ain't a game Chi. I know you can kick ass and all, but what the hell are you trying to do to me? Do you want me to murder the whole fucking city? I think that is what you want because you won't stay here like I tell you too." His glaring eyes narrowed at his wife because, despite how harsh he was, it was for her safety and for her protection.

"That cracker ass of a doctor told you not to go out for awhile until your nerves settled, but you don't fucking listen to him or me. " He said and almost stepped up to Chichi to tower over her. He wanted her to see how pissed the hell off he was. As soon as he got close, Paul stepped in front of him and stopped him. He was seconds from knocking the goof onto his feet until he heard Chi say something to him from behind Paul. He went off on her.

"What ain't fair is me having to see MY GIRL be scared or frightened. Do you know what the hell that does to me? " He stepped back away from Paul and grabbed a chair. He tossed it into the door. It snapped into a million pieces. The android terror didn't do well with these feelings.

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Paul saw how angry Gatz was. Immediately, he stepped in front of Chi and Gatz because he knew this would get ugly.

"Woah, hey Gatz she did good today. She kicked some ass." Paul said to relax him.


Gatz chuckled sarcastically. The ass kicking wasn't the problem. He then stepped up to Paul again glaring at him eye to eye.

"All it takes is a SECOND!" He punched the palm of his hand with his fist right in front of Paul's face to emphasize his point. Then he walked away from Paul. His hand grasped the shotgun that was on the couch. In a fit of anger, he pulled the trigger which rocked the whole luxury apartment. He blew a hole in the couch. Then he shot the pottery. He was hell bent on proving his point.





"for EVERYTHING TO TURN TO HELL!" The emotions running through him were because of how much hatred he had for the freaks and fuckers who wanted to harm what was his.

Paul stayed in front of Chichi. He saw Gatz's point, but he wasn't going to let him scare her to get his way.

"You're scaring her man. Saving the world isn't easy, but you don't got to take it out on her. She isn't the reason why people are trying to get at her. It's why we started this mod business. We want to get rid of that shit. I get why you don't want her to come. You want her to be safe. Hell I agree with you, but this ain't the way." He repeated himself.


Gatz rested his shotgun at his side. He was heaving. He was beyond angry. He was livid at everything that transpired. Turning towards Chi and seeing how she appeared both sad as well as frightened, he roared in rage because he wasn't the one who would admit his most in depth emotions. He knew he was in the wrong. The last thing he ever wanted to do was scare her, but it was the only way to get her to listen through her stubborn behavior. He bought this haven to keep her protected. Until she recovered, she couldn't go with him. This is what he wanted to say, but he was too rugged. Rather then sit there and take in her innocent expression that burned at him because he couldn't take the thought of hurting her, he left the two alone.

His intense glare met with Chi one last time before he left the room to cool down in the shower and without uttering a single word she could tell he was sorry.


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The Ox Princess giggled at Paul's behavior at how she handled the delinquents that day. Since their arrival at the new apartment complex, she felt at home. She felt like she had a destiny to fulfill. The amount of delinquents she hurt to protect the innocent made her feel right inside. Throughout the day, they worked on Hercule City and eliminating most of the troublemakers that were causing problems for the citizens. She knocked out a couple of them which was what Paul and herself were discussing. Her husband was his typical self during their heroic run. He managed to take down the most delinquents. Apparently, Paul and himself made a bet before the day which included the prize of a candy bar.

"Yea, I guess Gatz wins the candy bar. The guy is always trying to show off. Just cuz you're there don't mean he gotta work twice as hard." Paul teased Chi and shut the door behind them. He followed Chi into the living room. He barely paid attention to what Gatz was doing. With his intent on making Chi laugh, he went further with his joking around.

"I cannot believe the both of you gambled on some delinquents for a candy bar. You mean are strange to me." She laughed because Paul pulled out the candy bar from his suit pocket and rested it on the table. Her eyes rolled at this gesture because what he said was true. It was ridiculous when she thought about it. They were two grown men who were determined to win the candy bar. When Paul mentioned that Gatz was showing off to her that day, she figured it was true. He tried his best to hurt as many delinquents as he could. He even knocked out the not so bad ones instead of killing them. When he did kill one of them, he always made sure to not have her around or in plain sight.

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"Ya, I know it's your first day on the job and all sis, but you did hella good today." Paul wanted to fist bump her.

The Ox Princess had a troubled time accepting Paul's outlandish behavior. She smiled to him. Her hand patted his shoulder instead of fist bumping him. It wasn't her style.

"Aw Chi leave a man hanging will ya?" Paul teased again with his thunderous tone.

She rested her forearms on the island that separated the kitchen and the rather large living her. Her black eyes were fixed on the shirtless Gatz. She took in the sight in admiration. Then, upon hearing Paul joke around with her, she turned to him and gave him her attention. Paul brought up the masked man who had the same weapon that brought this destiny to the forefront. She bit her lip at the mention of it because it caused bad memories to flood her mind about how the husband of the couple, she tried to save, was brutally murdered because of her failure.

{What is up with Gatz tonight? He hasn't said a word to me since we left Hercule City.} She was unaware of the internal conflict Gatz was having inside of him.

"I liked how that masked man was about to get his ass kicked by you when he pulled that gun on ya. I knew you had him" Paul said with enthusiasm. He glanced down at Chi with a grin.

"I didn't expect that delinquent to have a weapon like that. I wonder where they get them from." She said calmly in response to Paul's remark. She tried her best to have fun with Paul and laugh, but Gatz's silence had her on edge. He hadn't said a word or joked the entire trip back home. He was eerily silent. This was until she brought up the weapon that she forgot caused her to freeze in fear that day. It was her pride that made her forget it.

Gatz, like a vulture, clawed at her statement. He charged right at her. He was angry and he let his opinion about the situation be known. Her eyes widened when he yelled at her because the doctor told her to stay home. In typical fashion, she was not about to let Gatz talk to her in such a manner. As he talk, she too yelled at him. Her eyes narrowed attempting to appear tough. Internally, she was struggling because it was true what he said, yet her pride wouldn't admit it.

"This isn't fair Gatz! I don't want to listen to a loony doctor! He barely knew what was wrong with me, and it's been over a month. When will you let that go? I'm fine Gatz. I told you this." She repeated herself, yet the passion in her voice hinted that she was trying to convince herself of it too.

"I-I did fine today! You know me better than that. I'm not scared of some would be delinquents. I'm not scared of anything!" She shouted back at him, but he wasn't having any of it. His words hit home with her and touched her even with his rage. Gatz came at her to intimidate her with his size. She was about to confront him herself until Paul stepped in between the both of them. Her eyes began to tear because Gatz was relentless to prove his point that she was not yet ready. He was wrong! With her Ox-Like temper, she stayed firm despite Paul standing in front of her.

"Please, move it Paul" She told him, yet he didn't move because Gatz was on a rampage.

"I had a second...." Her shoulders jerked. She shrieked then gasped at the loud BOOM sound that came from the shotgun. Her hands covered her ears. Paul kept in front of her throughout Gatz's loose canon moment. After a couple shots fired, she covered her mouth at what happened. The couch had holes in it. The expensive vases were shattered across the floor. She kept her hands covering her face as her black orbs began to tear.

Paul's words went right through her as he tried to keep Gatz relaxed. It seemed to work until Gatz took a glance at her.

Gatz took one apologetic glance at her before he left the room. His glance was filled with passionate rage that she only looked upon with an expression of distraught. Her glimmering eyes were not fierce like she wanted them to be. Instead, they were frightened like how she was when the masked delinquent pulled that evil weapon on her.

She stood there with watery eyes and silently when Gatz walked away.


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Anju had been anxious ever since the idea of moving was proposed to her. She agreed, whole heartedly, that their first place of residence was too close for comfort to the danger zone as she refered to it. But she never expected that her simply agreeing would launch them into a packing session, followed by a car trip, followed by unloading everything, and finally, unpacking the packed items. On top of that, furnishing shopping and the like. The Teen however, chose not to argue it, for the sake of her mother. Though she hadn't heard the exacts, or anything other then outright vague facts as to the cause of the move, she understood the jist of it. Someone had threatened her mother, outside of their home, and could've killed her had it not been for her father intervening. Though her mentor had been present for the entire thing, it was tough to get anything more out of him, other then the weapon that could've hurt her mother was experimented with, and was powerful. She hadn't known that a man had sacrificed himself even to defend her mother and was killed in the process. She only knew, with muddy details at best, that her mother was safe, and it had launched both of her parents into a very strained situation.
This wasn't something that the teen was used to. She was used to arguments among her mentor and her father before. They usually ended and were equally resolved with their fists rather then their words. But her mother and father fighting was much different. Their matters could not be solved with a simple, albeit silly brawl, physically trying to kick the others ass. Instead, it seemed that the only way to solve anything between the two was some well needed time apart, or alternatively, a visual example to show whichever one was right.Things the teen hadn't thought she'd see in her own life time. Anju was currently holed up in her new room, surrounded by opened boxes that were barely unpacked at best. The only things currently unpacked, were her tv, and a console. Most of the rest of her things were still stuck in boxes, outside of her bed. She sat there, playing through the game she had started before their move. She hadn't touched it since that night. And wasn't exactly having the best time playing, as her mind was racing. Especially at the sounds of her father's voice rising up in volume.
Pausing the game, and effectively silencing the only distraction she had, she turned her attention to her closed door. Though the teen's pride, much like her mother's, would never admit it, she was actually scared. Setting her controller down, she hesistated getting up. This was all far too real for her to take. If it wasn't the fact that her mentor, her best friend, and herself had become targets to another crazy person's twisted schemes, it just had to be her parents fighting. She slowly picked herself up from her spot, and walked slowly to the door. Her fingertips grazed the doorknob, and carefully took hold of it, twisting it hard as she peaked out and into the hall way. Though the hall way was quite long, it wasn't too difficult to hear the commotion going on. So far, her father was extremely upset.

Slowly, she crept her way closer, her curiousity getting the better of her, though her heart was thundering in her chest. This was a very intense argument. And one she had never had to experience before. She had seen her father's protective nature before, and it had honestly surprised her the first time she'd seen it. He had lost it with her before as well, declaring he would gladly protect what belonged to him. As such, being his daughter, that meant she belonged to him. She knew how her mother was, free spirited, and much like her in some regards. She too, required a sense of freedom. Even given the current situation, she required and wanted that so badly. Finally, she made it out to where she could actually witness things with her own two eyes. And what she saw wasn't pretty in the slightest. Her father was currently shirtless, and yelling at her mother about the events that had occured. Her mentor, stepped inbetween her father and her mother. Which only seemed to piss her father off more, as he took one piece of the furniture that was recently purchased, and threw it into the door. It exploded into a million, tiny shards of wood. The teen visably cringed, and a small yelp escaped her lips.

Her mentor tried to explain that from his perspective, her mother had done good today. She kicked ass, according to him. But from the way her father sarcastically laughed it off, she knew it hadn't gotten to him. In a rage, her father emphasised his point physically by thrusting his fist into the palm of his hands, creating a loud and sick sound effect. He then retrieved a weapon that she hadn't even realized was there, and shot at the couch, going further and further to emphasis his point on the matter. The couch and it's pillows exploded in fluff and feathers, the pot was his next victim, and it too exploded into millions of shards of clay with a sickeningly loud shattering sound. With each explosion, Anju's voice only grew louder before she fell back, her mother wasn't the only one who was terrified at this moment. She too was. But just because she was scared didn't mean she wasn't about to walk in there and give her own opinions on the matter. Eventually, she found the courage to rise to her feet again, and walk out into the room. She went straight to her mentor and mother, shooting her fear stricken eyes at her father.

The teen kept her eyes on her father, as they began to change from fear to anger. While she understood her father's point, it didn't effectively excuse his actions either. A fire was burning inside of her eyes, as they focused down at his weapon. She remained that way, even as he roared in a rage of frustration. She responded, by pressing herself closer to the father figure who had raised her, a very subtle bit of body language that said volumes; that she would respond violently if he didn't let up. And she would do it for her mother, and her mentor. She wouldn't let him continue frightening both herself, and her mother. And she wasn't about to let her father and mentor have another of their resolution brawls again. Finally, he exited the scene, and gave them all a lasting glare before disappearing down the darkened hall way. She let out a soft sigh, and stood straight finally, her eyes scanning the damage. "....Anyone ever suggest to him that he should really look into drawing examples instead of using a visual like that? Or at the very least, to show it off outside. This is all brand new, and now it's going to have to be replaced." She whined, though she was only trying to make light of the situation as best as she could. Her eyes turned then to her mother, who was currently in tears over the blow out. She made her way other, and embraced her mother. Trying to console her as best as she could. "....It'd be nice to know the exacts of what just happened..." She asked then, giving a questioning glance up at her mentor.
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Gatz stormed into the bathroom where he grabbed nothing more than a towel. He didn't take notice to Anju who was currently in the room. His intense glare went straight towards his destination. As soon as he reached the bathroom, he slammed the door hard because of how angry he was with how the situation went down. He was mad at himself for going off on Chichi like that, but he too had a point. She shouldn't have been out with him that day because she wasn't ready.

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"Why the fuck can't she listen to me?" He muttered to himself. His hands clasped the edges of the faucet table as he glared at himself in the mirror. He never wanted to frighten his wife in such a manner. Instead, all he wanted was to keep her safe and damn all those who fucked with what was his, yet she had trouble seeing this. She hesitated once that day. From his experience as a general, all it took was one ounce of hesitation and one would end up dead. He knew this from experience. He was an android killer who doomed many. The moment he hinted a weakness he pounced on it like a lion would a baby calf.

His wife wasn't weak in the slightest, but the trauma she went through a month ago, which he understood was not her fault, needed to be taken care of. He continued to glare at himself in the mirror. Then he spat into the sink to relieve the bad taste he had in his mouth from the venom he spewed at his wife. The more he thought about what transpired that day and last month the more continued to grip the counter of the bathroom. He gripped it so tight that the edges began to chip and crack. He continued to glare at the mirror and at the person staring back. He was annoyed with himself. He couldn't help it though. He couldn't help how PASSIONATE and INTOXICATED he was about Chi-chi. Why couldn't she see it? He didn't want her getting hurt. It had nothing to do with her capabilities.

"I'll just have to force her to listen" It was true he wasn't an affectionate man, but he tried to display these emotions with actions. It was how he was. He was more of a walker than a talker.

"You scared her you fucking beast. You should be scaring the assholes that want to hurt her. What is wrong with you?" He said to his reflection.

"There is nothing wrong with me. It's the useless trash that plague this planet. I should have got rid of them long ago. LONG AGO! They do not mess with the beast or its belongs. Do you hear me? There is not a damn soul who is going to get through me." He yelled at himself to get himself pumped. Growling to himself, he then slammed his fist into the mirror. The mirror shattered which could be heard throughout the apartment.

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He didn't want anyone coming into the bathroom so he jammed it with some ki energy. He wanted to be left alone. Seeing his bloodied knuckles, he clenched his fists and stripped off his clothing. He then stepped into the shower. He turned on the iciest water he could get. Being an android, he didn't need to be warm. The moment he turned on the shower he got in and let the cold water wash away the rage he had inside.

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Paul rested his hands on Chi's shoulders when he saw her pointer finger go under her nose.

"You'll be okay Chi. He was just worried about ya." She had teary eyes, but did not release them. He didn't want to further poke her sadness because he didn't want to see her cry. He tried to comfort her. The girl didn't know what happened, but it was obvious to Paul that Gatz was venting his aggression because he worried about her. He then noticed Anju walk into the living room. He turned towards her and released Chi's shoulders. The teen girl came in with a sarcastic remark that caused him to grin.

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"Your dad will just pay for the rest of it. The guy's loaded." He wrapped his arm around Anju's and Chi's shoulder to guide them to the living room. It was time they had a talk.


The Ox Princess overheard her daughter when she walked into the room. Her finger when under her nose to keep herself from crying.

"Your dad is always being destructive Anju." She said weakly.

Her black eyes glimmered with sadness because of the fight that broke out. She didn't know that the man would have that powerful gun that almost killed her. Furthermore, she didn't know it would have effected her to the point that she'd be frozen with fright. Without realizing it, she was guided to the couch and was forced to sit down. What was Paul doing? Was he about to tell Anju what happened a month ago. She turned her body slightly so that Anju could only see the side of her cheek. Her pride couldn't handle the shame of what was about to be reminded.


Paul stretched his legs and kept his arms wrapped around the both of them. He noticed Chi turn to the side. This was something that Anju had to know. In a calm tone, he spoke to Anju. His masculine voice was tender with how he described what happened a month ago. He tried to keep it humorous and light to avoid the situation getting darker than it already was.

"Well Anju it all started a month ago. Your mom and your dad went out to a night club while Tarnov and you were sleeping. I was sleeping too, but that's beside the point." He looked over at Chi who kept her eyes somewhere else.

"Your dad told me that your mom and him were having the time of their life. Your dad even kicked some drunken asshole in a drinking contest. Hell he didn't even kill him!" Paul said as if it were shocking that his friend Gatz didn't kill the drinking contest man after he won. It was a typical Gatz move.

"Your dad told me that he didn't kill that drunken punk because he wanted to give your mom a good night. For the most part, he did give your mom a great night." He winked at Anju to tease her. Turning to look at Chi, she didn't appear to be listening. Either way, he continued on with the story.


"They danced, had fun while we were sleeping and all. It was around 4 in the morning. I woke my ass up to get some training in. Your dad told me that at 4 a.m your mom and him were walking home from the club. Your mom was laughing kid. She was laughing like she never did before." He rubbed Anju's and Chi's head. Then went on with the story. His muscles tensed a bit because the story was about to get ugly.

"You remember that drunk guy your dad beat? Well he was in an alley way trying to rob this couple, but see your mom wasn't having any of it. Your mom went into the alley way like a boss and knocked that punk right out cold!" Paul said with enthusiasm, but he knew the story would only get worse.


"Your mom thought she saved the couple, but that punk had some steroids or something from that Black Bow organization after your mom. He woke up, took out this specialized shotgun.......your mom lunged into grab the weapon, but she was too late. POW! Your dad came in and was able to grab the gun before the bullet hit your mom. It grazed your mom's forehead, but it killed the man of the couple your mom tried to save!" He shouted pow with aggression. When he did, Chi jerked as if she were reliving the moment.

"It was awful kid so damn awful. When I got there, what was left of that drunken punk is nothing I can ever tell ya believe me. Your dad ....man. The drunk bitch was lucky I wasn't there. I would have death fisted him extra for him trying to attack your mom." He removed his arms from Chi and Anju to clench his fists. He rested his elbows on his knees.


"I'll never forget how that woman screamed for her husband. It traumatized your mom kid. The doc told her to try to keep out of fights these next two months, but your mom is a strong willed woman. She won't listen. Your dad was beyond pissed that day. He was so damn pissed that your mom and him made a pact to create a new organization to stop crime. It's why we live here. Your dad's smart used that stock market stuff to create a fortune. Hell, I'm part of the organization. He bought me this suit." He showed off the fancy suit and fedora hat.

"Your dad just wants your mom to be safe. Your mom wanted to come with us today for the first time since the incident. She was kicking ass, but something got to her. She froze today because some punk had another one of those weapons. Hell, I don't blame her, but yeah he didn't like that." He said simply.


Chi's eyes settled on the pottery that was shattered. She kept herself from thinking about the tragedy, but when Paul shouted she too jerked. It was how unnerving the situation was. Then, in the background, she heard the mirror shatter. She pinched the bridge of her nose because Gatz continued to be as destructive as ever. What was going on? Could he be that mad at her freezing for a moment? She wanted to explain herself to her daughter after Paul was done telling her. The reason she hadn't told her children was because she didn't want them to worry. They didn't need to worry.

"Gatz means well Anju, but he is being unreasonable right now. I did freeze for a second today. It's because I didn't know the delinquent would have that weapon. He's probably right. It's possible I haven't recovered from what happened to me a month ago. I just don't want to listen to some loony doctor." She pointed out. Quietly, she let Paul and Anju talk until she too was ready to give her side of the story.

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Anju sighed frustrated, just because there was plenty of cash didn't mean it wouldn't all one day run out. Money wasn't just something that multiplied on it's own like a rabbit or something. She was guided through the living room, litered with destruction everywhere. Her eyes examined the ruin before her, as she was sat down on the couch inbetween her mother, and her mentor. Her nerves were on edge at the moment, as she sat half way on an unruined part of the couch, her back pressed against a hole in it. Her eyes wandered from her mentor to her mother, who wasn't facing her. The teen may not have had an attentive eye when it came to things about herself, but she was pretty good at reading body language. Her mother didn't want to face the reality of whatever had happened a month ago. But rather then raise awareness to it, her eyes turned back to her mentor as she waited for the story anxiously.

According to her mentor's retelling, her mother and father had snuck out to have a night to themselves. To her and her best friend, and her mentor, the night was just any old night. But to them, they were alive with passion and happy. Her father had drunk a man under the table even, and had not gone out of his way to harm him after that. She nodded to that, with a smile. It was good to hear that her father wasn't only capable of murdering people. It was much more uplifting to hear that he could live one night without the blood of someone drenching his hands. Apparently, he had done so to spare her mother from the horror. She wondered if her father would return such a favor, if it was her that had asked. Upon Paul's joke, her cheeks tinted, and she turned her attention back to her mother once more, wondering if, based on what her mentor had teased about, that they might have even had time to....Anju shook the thought from her mind, and hoped they wouldn't be so devious as to have sex right out in public. Not that she'd put it past her father to want to, as it would only be unfortunate for whoever ran into them.

She continued to listen to the story. Apparently, at around 4 in the morning, her mentor had woken up. To get some training in. Which was pretty typical of her mentor, he enjoyed training late in the night. Her father had mentioned that at the exact same time, he was headed home with her mother. Her mother was intensely happy and jovial, which was something her mother honestly deserved. With all the hard work that came with raising not one, but two young boys with less then normal blood in their veins, and on top of that, taking care of her, her mother deserved a lot more. Her mentor rubbed at her head, and mushed up her hair with it before going on with his story, his muscles tensing. Anju kept her attention on her mentor as she continued to listen, leaning forward a bit. As it turned out, the drunken man who had lost the drinking contest from before was not only drunk, but stupid and a criminal. He was attempting to rob a couple in an old alleyway, and her mother had walked in on the scene in action. She apparently knocked the man out cold. Finally, this prompted the teen to speak out. Everything up until this point had made sense, even if it was tough to believe her father being capable of not killing someone. The teen's hands rose up, signaling a pause in the story. "Okay so....happy ending right? Everybody's okay?" She interrupted, taking another look towards her mother. There was no response from her, and no change in her disposition either. Anju's eyebrows knit together then. That meant there had to be more to this story. And that whatever it was, it was about to get either really interesting, or really heart breaking. She sat back then, her hands falling then to her lap as she waited for her mentor to finish up.

The teen blinked as he continued. The punk was not actually knocked out as it turned out, instead, he too had been pumped up with those power house drugs from those bastards at the BBA. He rose to his feet, and drew out a shotgun. A specialized one. Anju's own fists began to clench then, her mother had lunged to grab the weapon. But it went off. And luckily for her, her father had arrived in the nick of time to not only save her, but end the miserable man's life all in one fell swoop. Anju's fists ceased their clenching, as though she were relaxing then. So long as the man was dead now, then there wasn't anything to worry about now, other then the fact that those bastards now had one more weapon to aid them. But unfortunately for her the rollercoaster of emotions was not yet over. The bullet that was fired, had still managed to graze her mother, and had also killed the husband of the couple that were being robbed at the time. Her mother jerked when her mentor gave emphasis to his "Pow" sound effect. She couldn't blame her. The situation in the aftermath of it all could only be described as awful. From the state of the body of the drunk man to how it impacted her mother.

Or how it impacted her mentor as well. Anju sighed once more. The doctor had told her mother to keep out of brawling for a few months, but due to her mother's stubborn attitude, she would have nothing of it. Which explained why her father was so pissed off, even now. But out of that anger, spawned an organization dedicated to stopping crime. And fueled their recent move as well. Her father had found a way to clone money using the stocks to mass produce a fortune from the sounds of it, and had used it to not only purchase them an entire city to themselves, but also a suit for her mentor. On top of that, her mother had followed them today, and kicked ass as usual, until another of those weapons was pulled out on her. She froze, and that was all she needed to hear to explain what had recently transpired in their new living room. Leaning back, the teen folded her arms across her chest then, as she glanced between her mentor in his snazzy suit, and her mother, dressed up nicely as well. Her emotions were swirling deep inside of her. Despite the reasoning behind her father's enraged break down, it didn't excuse the destruction that occured, and was continuing. She shook her head then.

Her eyes turned back to her mother, as she seemed more interested in the destroyed pottery then on what had just been re told. She really wasn't sure what to think at this point. She wasn't entirely upset at her mother, or at the very least, not to the same degree as her father was. She was upset, yes, at the fact that her mother hadn't even brought this up, no matter how much she asked. On the other hand, it was better now that she was able to hear it at all. Even if it wasn't from the direct source. It was much better then being kept in the dark about it. Her mother finally spoke then, after taking on a look of slight annoyance. She explained that her father meant well, but was being incredibly unreasonable. Anju's fingernails dug into her arms then. While she didn't have the experience of being ranked high up in a military setting like her father, she lived her life as though she were in a war herself often enough at times. She had a vague enough concept that hesistation could easily mean life or death if one wasn't careful enough. She experienced it herself, having to fight the monstrosity that was her mother in her own timeline. Her eyes turned away then, as the words she had in mind were harsh in some regards, but she felt they needed to be said. "I don't think you've recovered at all Mom. And at the rate you're going right now, you might never recover. Even if you don't feel like listening to a doctor, it'd be in your best interests to. You can't afford even a split second of hesistation in combat. You could easily miss your mark and end up...." She trailed off then, as she knew both her mentor, and her mother, would understand what she was hinting to what exactly would happen without her even having to say the words. Her mother would be vulnerable to those BBA bastards, and considering she wasn't even pregnant, or could possibly be pregnant, with her, that just meant for an even more tragic outcome. Her finger nails dug further into her arm after her wise words left her mouth, and she finally lifted herself off the couch. "But for now....I'm going to need some help cleaning. Mr.Phoenix?" She turned to her mentor then, sticking her hands in her pockets. She wanted to give her mother enough time to come to terms with the things that had happened. And on top of that, she hoped in the mean time, her words would sink in. "Love you Momma." She said then, as though to reassure her mother that despite the words that had left her mouth, they were only said as the honest truth from her daughter's perspective. And though her honesty could be very blunt at times, it wasn't meant to hurt her.
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The android terror stood in the shower. The ice, cold water hit against his rough skin. He had his eyes closed and thought about his wife. Her innocent eyes lingered in his mind and caused him to clench his jaw tightly. His spiked hair drooped over his shoulders from the water of the shower. The cold water was beyond what most humans cold withstand, but it made him feel good. It would most likely cause hypothermia to most humans. As for him, it relaxed him. It seemed to relax the raging temper in his veins. As he thought about his wife, his bulging, tense muscles calmed themselves. It wasn't her fault. It was no one's fault except for the trash that plagued this planet. For this reason, he wanted to do what he was created to do. He wanted to destroy and murder those who sought harm.

While allowing the water to cleanse his mind with his eyes closed, he heard a soft melody begin to play in his mind. It was followed by a voice. A man's voice that he knew all too well who it was. He snarled at first because it was the same man who his wife told him about. The man that dared to do harm to her and his offspring. As he sat there listening to the melody, he finally spoke out. The melody was no doubt the saiyan freak trying to use his mind tricks on him. Unfortunately, since he wasn't fully human, his mind wasn't easy to manipulate. He was not a man, but a beast. A beast that couldn't be controlled. During the melody, he interrupted it by speaking to himself. He wanted the freak to get on with what he wanted to say.

"That music is shit." He said harshly.

Torn, who was not in the city or anywhere in the vicinity, sat in his space pod with his arms folded. He was surprised that Gatz, the new man that Chi was with, did not fall so easily to his melody like other humans. Nevertheless, his purpose for interrupting the mongrel's shower was simple. He wanted to warn the bastard what was to come.

"I wouldn't expect a mongrel like you to understand why this music is for the sophisticated minded. You must be a beast if your mind can't be controlled." He said condescendingly. His only reason for contacting Gatz was simple. He wanted to protect his investments that would guarantee him the future of the Universe. With the secrets that the mother and daughter inherited, he'd have an army that would allow him to control and manipulate the Universe as he wanted. He was the only true, elite saiyan who could do this. He managed to get some information about Los Lobos. They were a gang the careless beast slaughtered in one of the cities. Apparently, they were pissed off and wanted to get rid of Gatz. Torn couldn't blame the pathetic humans for their need for revenge . He too wanted to get rid of Gatz. The tin can was in his way for Universal Domination.

Gatz clenched his jaw because if he sensed Torn anywhere nearby, he'd be the perfect punching bag for the pissed off mood he was in.

"What the fuck do you want? I am taking a shower and you're ugly face is freaking ruining it." Gatz growled in irritation.

"You should have come talk to me face to face, but I can see why your ass is scared." He commented afterwards.

Torn clenched his fist, yet controlled himself for the sake of his future. His black heart had no interest in the tin can or his time. For now, he'd have to trust that the tin can would keep his investments alive. He wouldn't let the classless bastard know that though.

"I don't care if you die, but listen to me now." Torn said mentally to Gatz.


"I'll choke your ass out if you talk to me like that again." Gatz's replied in a cold manner.

"I would have rather killed your tin can hide if I had the opportunity, but since I am the Ox King's gardener who swore to look after his daughter, I suggest you listen to me now. You got a gang of scoundrel humans coming your way. If I were you, I'd start to prepare for the worst. It seems that you've pissed off a lot of people." torn folded his arms and was serious about what he said. If anything happened to his investments, he'd make sure the android paid with his life.

Gatz smirked when Torn commented on him pissing off a lot of people. He was good at that.

"Let them come this way and see what happens. As for you, if I ever catch you near my wife or offspring, I'll make sure to rip your throat out.' He turned off the water.

Torn glared at the window of his space pod like he was challenged to a death match. There was no doubt he'd have the obstacle of getting rid of the mongrel that protected his investments, but he wasn't worried about that now. As an elite warrior, he was the perfect man to getting rid of the tin can. For right now, he'd have to trust that the trash could handle his business.

"Just handle your business fool!" Torn shouted in Gatz's mind.


Gatz opened his dark, cold gaze as if Torn could see him.

"IDon't worry. I handle my shit. You handle yours. see you anywhere near them..." He began to chuckle sadistically.

"You'll have to deal with me." His tone was threatening. After giving Torn a warning, he finished wiped himself down. He too could sense the incoming group from a distance. They were mad. They were just the medicine he needed to let out some steam. First, he'd have to prepare. It wasn't their strength he was concerned about. There was no doubt the Black Bow Army were behind this. Smirking to himself because he dared them to come into his territory, he grabbed his shotgun.

He dried himself and placed on his black suit pants. He tightened the belt like he were going to battle. Once he was finished dressing himself, he headed towards the master bedroom where he sensed his wife. He turned to see that Paul and Anju were still in the living room together that he destroyed. They had no idea what was about to go on, yet he knew they'd be ready. As for his wife, he realized he was in the wrong earlier for yelling at her. Her innocent eyes continued to haunt him. He didn't want to be the one to frighten her. Protectively, he checked up on her. There she was laying on the bed with her eyes closed. He didn't know if she were asleep. Quietly, he crawled onto the bed and leaned over her.

'Sorry princess..I just want to keep you safe' He whispered into her ear. Then he pecked her cheek. Once he kissed her on the cheek, he brushed her long bangs to the side. He'd have to get Anju and Paul ready for what was to come. As for his wife, she wouldn't be asleep for much longer once the freaks started to break into his apartment building. For now, he'd let her rest.

After checking up on her, he walked towards the living room where Paul and Anju were. They could hear him putting bullets into his shotgun as if he were going into battle.

"We're about to have uninvited guests. I hate uninvited guests." He said with an aggressive tone.

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The Ox Princess glanced at her daughter when her daughter commented on how she might not be recovered from the trauma she suffered. She thought about it inwardly. The prideful, yet fearless woman had a difficult time accepting it as the truth. She exhaled profoundly when Anju pointed out that she loved her. The Ox Mother loved her daughter as well. The simple truth was that she wasn't accustomed to feeling vulnerable in front of everyone. To keep from feeling ashamed, she rose from the couch and glanced at the two of them.

"I love you too Anju. It's why I didn't want to tell you. I'd rather keep you from worrying. I'll be fine. There are no delinquents in the world that can trouble me." Seeing that Paul and Anju would take up the responsibilities of cleaning up, she decided to head to the bed for awhile. Her mind needed to clear itself from the stresses around her.

Paul rose from the couch and grinned at Anju. She wanted to help clean the place up which he thought would be a good thing.

"You got it Anju. We'll make this place spotless. I'm the best cleaner in the Universe too.' Paul said with a grin. Glancing at Chi, he patted her on the shoulder.


"You go rest up sis. Anju and me got this covered. You need your rest." He patted her head. Then he turned to Anju. He went into the open concept kitchen, grabbed some cleaning supplies, and tossed them to her.

"Thank you Paul and Anju. I expect this place to be spotless." She smiled fondly and with her trademark sarcasm to keep them from seeing her vulnerability. She wanted to appear strong. Once she thanked them for cleaning up, she headed out of the room. She walked towards the master bedroom which was across from another shower. There was a shower in the master bedroom, but she figured Gatz didn't want to use it because of how angry he was. As she walked by the room, she heard Gatz talking to himself. Her head shook because she understood his overprotective nature. She was like that with her children as well as him. Unfortunately, she was too stubborn to see that sometime she required help too. It was unlike her to ask for it.

Upon arriving to her room, she hopped onto the bed and rested on her back. Her mind was littered with thoughts. Perhaps she should have listened to the doctor. Her daughter pointed it out as well. However, as a fighter, she was tough. Why did she hesitate? She was never hesitant in battle, and she understood why her loved ones were concerned. Even through the countless thoughts that went through her mind, she somehow managed to fall asleep . It was a light sleep that allowed her to sense things around her.

Paul grabbed a towel and began to wipe everything. He looked ridiculous as he was cleaning.

"Man your dad messed up this couch good. He really knows how to break shit when it counts. My kind of fellah. " It was then he pulled out a cheeto from the inside of the couch.

"So that's where that went? Heh, don't show this to your mom. She might get mad." He tossed the cheeto in a bag.


As the Ox Princes slept, she heard a low voice whisper into her hear. It was Gatz's masculine, yet comforting voice. He came to check up on her. During her light sleep, she felt the peck on her forehead. He then stroked her hair before he left the room. She wished he could have stayed, yet he was gone before she had awoken. When he apologized to her, she relaxed and let herself rest. She had no clue that he was preparing to fight a gang of delinquents who were looking for revenge.

Paul tossed a pillow at Anju to be playful. After tossing the pillow, he heard the sound of a gun being loaded. It was none other then the boss man looking barbaric and pissed off as usual. He looked like he was getting ready for battle. The shirtless boss man said something about uninvited guests. Getting the jist of what Gatz meant, he punched the palm of his hand with his fist.

"So some uninvited guests are coming hm? I'll give um a death fist. Hey I am down for a fight. Anju's ready too." He nudged Anju, but then he remembered that she wasn't wearing the outfit that her father got for her.

"Yo, Gatz you should give your daughter that gift you got for her. You know she's part of the family business now." He saw Gatz not say anything which meant that he accepted it. The Toughest in the Universe walk to a closet and grabbed a bag. He tossed it at Anju.

"Here you go kiddo an early birthday present from your dad." The bag contained a black skirt, a white fedora, and a black suit. There was also a dark colored bat that matched the outfit.

"I bet that will make you look real sharp kid." He said after tossing the bag at Anju. Then he looked back at Gatz.

"So who wants to get their ass kicked this time and why are they coming here? They got a death wish or something? He questioned with his raspy voice.

"We should probably wake up Chi." He commented because they might need her help.


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The teen put her hands on her hips then as her mother explained her case to her. She couldn't argue much, other then that she would've prefered knowing so that she didn't have to worry so needlessly. But rather then voice that opinion, for now, she decided to keep it to herself. Her mother was putting on a brave face, and she could only hope that perhaps somehow her father's savage example, and the teen's own words could help her to understand the position she put them in. For now, she gave her mother a empathetic smile, and a nod, before kneeling down to begin collecting shards of clay from the ground, scattered far off and away. She would sweep up the remaining, smaller bits when she had the chance later on, if her mentor didn't get to it first of course. Though she was focused on her task at hand, the teen couldn't help but have a far off look in her eyes. Her thoughts were elsewhere, namely, worrying about her mother. After hearing the tragic tale, she was very concerned. Not just for the mental well being of her mother, but the physical well being as well. She wondered if a similar event had happened in her timeline, and if that was the reason her mother had gotten kidnapped so easily. As she collected each shard, they stacked against each other with a light clack sound. Eventually, the teen ran out of large shards that could fit in her hands, and placed them in a small pile beside her. This left a few medium sized shards needing to be collected.

She heard her mentor encourage her mother to get some rest, and her mother agreed, leaving the two to their current duties. Once they were alone, and once she had managed to catch the cleaning supplies thrown her way, she glanced at her mentor. She wanted to start the conversation, but she wasn't exactly sure she could find the words. At best, she mostly wanted to voice her concerns. But she also didn't want to come off too worried either. It wasn't that she didn't trust her mother, it certainly wasn't that. Her mother was a powerhouse. She contribuited to the strength inside of her own small body. But she was worried for the woman's state of mind. Her eyes wandered once more as she collected the shards she had piled up, and tossed them away into the bag. Finally, she just let the first few words that came to mind exit her mouth. "Do you think she'll be okay Mr.Phoenix?"
The teen's voice was distant and far off. But the concern was evident. Her eyes looked down cast, and empty as she carried on with her task, robotically at that. She continued on with her rambling. "I'm just worried you know? I may not have...grown up raised by her, but I've heard so many numerous stories. So far, Mom's lived up to all of them. But now...." She trailed off a bit, as she rose to her feet to retrieve a broom. "Now, I just.... I dunno. I'm worried, because you, and dad, and even my brothers have always instilled it in my mind that my mother was and always has been a powerhouse. She could move mountains with just a simple command. Summon winds with a flick of her wrist. And summon a cloud to give her a lift with a simple whistle from her lips. And since coming here, I've believed it. Even without seeing it first hand, I've believed all my life that my mother was god like....but now....that image is crumbling...well...not crumbling..." She rephrased, as she returned to her spot, sweeping away at the remaining tiny bits of dust and shards. "But it's certainly changing. Maybe I'm just being a whiny teenager... I'm just. I'm just really....concerned. I don't want to see her as a human I guess. Not when I've been told for so long now that she's anything but. Reality is crashing in and I just can't stop it this time. I'm not even sure if I want to stop it, because while I know my mother is powerful, and blessed....I just don't want to see her for what she is. Human. Because then I know that, much like myself....she can easily succumb to the very same weaknesses that I can. And that, honestly, terrifies me." She finished finally, and gripped the handle of the broom tightly. She sighed then, and resumed her cleaning.
"Guess I'm just being weird now, huh?" She asked then, giving a small smile. While she felt better, having voiced her fears and her concerns out in the open like that, it did nothing to truly relieve the stress she had swelled up deep inside of her. She watched as her mentor cleaned up around the couch area, as she finished up cleaning the destroyed pottery. She laughed softly at her mentors antics as she gathered up the dust and debris from the couch then, also placing it in the bag. She began to hum softly to herself as she plucked up small bundles of fluff and feathers from the couch it's self, letting them fall into the bag afterwards.

She couldn't really argue with her mentor, her father was very good at destruction. It was his strong suit. Though she wished that he didn't take his destructive tendancies out on their home. It was then her mentor plucked out a gross and stale looking cheeto from the couch. She made a face at it as he tossed it into the bag. "Well at least you didn't eat it...." She mumbled, as she tied the bag's opening closed, and knotted the carrying straps for it tight. She then went and placed the bag by the door, preparing to take it out with whatever else would need to be taken out and dumped as trash. She then clapped away the dust and dirt from her hands, and prepared for the next step. Mopping up so that the floor would shine. She went off into the hall way, straight to the supply closet, and fetched a bucket, a mop, and some rags. She prepared the mopping bucket with both soap and water, and set it down at her starting point. She hoped she could get everything done in a timely fashion, as she readied the mop, and with a determined expression, she set right off into her task. She mopped up the area of any remaining dust particles and the like, and once she was done, she took one of the dry rags, and set off into drying the floors as well. The remaining rag would be used for waxing the floor once she was done drying it off.

It was then that her father walked in, just as she got whacked with a pillow after freshly polishing and waxing the floors. This would mean they would be somewhat slippery if someone was not careful. He was loading rounds into his shotgun, and made a comment about there being some company about to crash their appartment. At first, Anju's eyes widened. She hadn't invited anyone around that she knew of. Until she finally grasped it. Someone apparently was coming, and it certainly wasn't for tea and crumpets. She rose to her feet then. "Should I prepare some grade A entertainment then? I'm sure they'd love to see the gun show..." She smirked, trying to be both confident, but playful as well. She grinned up at her mentor, as he was on her side about it as well. She was more then just ready. She was ready, steady, and about to burst. It was then that her mentor mentioned her father getting her a gift of sorts. She raised an eyebrow then. She didn't remember asking for anything recently. Well, nothing that could be bought rather. When she had found out about her mentor, and her father, and her mother wanting to build a group to combat criminals, not only was she on board, but she had insisted upon entering into it as well. Because no one could play hero quite like Anju. When her mentor retrieved a bag, and tossed it her way, she scrambled to catch it. At first, she only felt the soft feel of cloth, but eventually she found the weapon concealed inside, and her eyes widened in excitement. Her father had seen her prowess with her weapon of choice, a base ball bat, and had caught on. He had bought her a brand new one, in the colors of the uniform she had. She pulled out the brilliant white fedora, and placed it a top of her head proudly. She then flew off to her bedroom, avoiding the matter of the slippery shiny floors all together, but on her way, she zoomed over to her father, and graciously gave her thanks in the form of a peck on his cheek, and a tight squeeze with multiple thank yous! She zoomed off to go and try on her uniform. And within a few minutes, she returned, brushing off her suit and tucking her bangs into her fedora. Her mentor was correct in his assumption, she not only looked sharp, but she looked flawless in her brand new uniform as she returned, with a fine swagger walk. Her mentor had just asked as to who exactly was on the long list of asses that needed to be kicked. "Chances are if they have beef with us they're no doubt a bunch of low lives." She responded. "Whoever they are, they're messing with the wrong people." She confirmed, as she pointed to the door with her brand new ebony colored baseball bat. Her mentor commented about the possibility of waking her mother up, and she glanced over at her father, just to see what his response would be before actually committing to doing anything even remotely involving waking her mother up. In Anju's mind, her mother deserved some rest.
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"Aw schucks." He was thanked about the outfit that Anju put on instantly. She was back out in a flash which was a good thing because from what Gatz said the punks were going to be there soon. Paul thought back to what Anju said when it came to her mother. The concern was warranted, but if there was anyone who could get through it, Chi was the woman.

"Your mom is going through a rough patch kid. We all go through them. She'll get through it and be stronger than ever." Paul commented in front of Gatz who looked on with seriousness. He chuckled when Anju made some jokes about the punks that were going to come in. He taught her well so far. Hearing her jokes, he added onto them. He could tell Gatz wasn't in the best of moods to joke around. He was a tough character.

"Trust me kid they won't want to go into your mother's room unless they got a death wish. They'd be more scared of her than your father. Hell, I've seen how she acts when she is woken up from her beauty sleep." He chuckled with his hoarse tone. Glancing over at Gatz, he quieted himself to get Gatz take on this situation.

Gatz took the kiss on the cheek with a grim expression on his face. Internally, it made him feel like a beast of a father giving his daughter the best of everything. He couldn't show that now especially since there was about to be an attack on the building. Anju left Paul and him alone while she went to change. Before he could say anything to Paul about the situation, she was back again. He tried not to smirk at Paul's remark about the freaks going into Chi's room. They'd be dead if they tried. If even one managed to get by him, which was an impossibility, they'd probably suffer a worse fate than if they got stuck with his wife. She was a powerful individual and not one he took lightly either. She was a special one, and he knew that all too damn well. It was why so many wanted her and his daughter, but that wasn't going to happen.

"They got beef with me." Gatz said and wasn't concerned that his daughter was there with what he was about to say. He saw his daughter as someone who understood portions of his dark side. After all, she was part of his offspring too. Unlike her mother, he saw a beautiful darkness in her that could be utilized as a weapon against the fuckers who wanted to plague this planet. He wanted to tap into it. It was a mixture he hadn't seen before which made Anju a force to reckon with. Not only was she a product of a divine beauty, but she was the offspring of a beast. The conflicting bloods were sure to make her power grow immensely. He sensed it inside of her. Nevertheless, he spoke openly about the situation.

"The fuckers that are coming to my apartment, which hell I am going to buy a mansion because I don't like apartments anymore after tonight, but that's besides the point... are called Los Lobos. They are a drug gang that I took care of after your mom had that bad night. I had to let out some steam....." He cracked his neck and walked over to the living room window to gaze out at the skyline. He sensed them coming in a pack. They were attempting to break into his building. They had a long climb ahead of them.

Paul looked at Anju.

"You piss off a lot of people don't ya? Well that's fine. I'm all about kicking some ass anyway." He chuckled.


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The android terror went on with who they were.

"I blew holes in their chests for being pieces of trash and selling drugs to even the elderly." He glared back at Anju because it seemed like he cared for a second about other people. She shouldn't get too excited though.

Paul was enlightened by the situation because he remembered them.

"I know who you're talking about Gatz. It was those punk asses that attacked us at the Hercule City place after your wife got released from the hospital." He began to chuckle.

"Those wusses are going to have a go at us again? We took them out. Man, some people never learn. I guess I'll have to death fist a couple more of them." He continued laughing because some were too stubborn for their own good.


Gatz turned to face them with the skyline in clear view behind him.

"These freaks may be stupid for attacking MY building, but I know they got something up their sleeves. They wouldn't send in the troops without being prepared. They probably got some Black Bow shit behind them. It'd be a death wish if they came in here knowing the beast is here." He held the shotgun in his hand and rested it on his bare shoulder. Then he glared at Anju.

"Don't take these fuckers lightly. Those weapons were designed to kill special people like you." The android terror, knowing his daughter would be in danger, decided to draw out a plan that would keep her as the last line of defense. They were going to wait until they got to this floor because dividing would mean he'd have to leave his daughter and wife unprotected. He didn't want that.

Paul got serious when Gatz talked about the Black Bow.

"So don't do anything careless." Gatz demanded to her.

"I'll keep an eye on Anju." Paul said determined.

"You won't need too. I'LL have an eye on her." Gatz dared someone to attack Anju because if they tried.......it was better for him not to think of it. There wouldn't be enough body bags for the pieces he'd leave behind.

In the background, the sound of motorcycles could be heard outside. There were some screams outside as wild bullets flew. The inhabitants of his city were mostly tourists since he didn't allow just anyone to enter into his city. They could visit, which in turn, provided him a safety net of cash flow. Ignoring their screams, he smirked.

"Those freaks picked the wrong night..." He wasn't going to let them off easy. They were the reason he was feeling in a foul mood today. It was trash like them that made his wife suffer a month ago. He wasn't about to let it happen again. Instead, he was going to send a message, and this one would be louder than the first.

Paul patted Anju's shoulder.

"Welcome to the big leagues kid." He said to her teasingly.

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TWC: 4,507


Edited by Gatz, Sep 14 2014, 12:26 AM.
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