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Pinich ran through endless rooms, trying to escape the chanting voices that echoed throughout the darkness. He stopped as he reached what he assumed was the final room and slammed the door shut. The gray haired saiyan slid down to the floor and buried his head in between his legs.
“Your fault.”
“Your fault.”
Pinich slapped his hands over his ears and tightly shut his eyes in an attempt to block out the voices.
“Shut up!” The blue eyed boy yelled.
“Your fault.”
“Your fault.”
“Hiding, are we, Pinich?” A new voice caused the saiyan to snap his head up. “Can’t own up to what you caused?”
He got up on shaking limbs, “P-Pura?” Pinich moved to a different side of the room, watching as the blue skinned alien followed his movements with piercing red eyes.
“What kind of saiyan runs?” Another new voice, this one deeper, chimed in.
Pinich froze and slowly turned to face the teal skinned, tall namekian before him. “Harp….”
“You have a lot of blood on your hands, Pinich.” Harp said as Pura appeared by his side, “Enemies. Allies. Friends. Boyfriend.”
Pinich shook his head roughly as images assaulted his memory, “I-I didn’t know. I thought-”
“Oh come on.” A figure appeared on the other side of Harp. Her pink skin stood out in the darkness while her potara earrings jingled as she tilted her head. “You were there when we fought Cell. Frieza is understandable, but Cell?” She shook her head, white hair swishing to and fro. “They needed someone gullible, Pinich, and you were the perfect candidate.”
His voice wavered as he looked between the Kai, Namekian, and alien, “But I….”
“Wanted to be strong for Totoma?” They finished for him as they approached. “Totoma can handle himself, he is a saiyan, afterall.”
“You got greedy.”
“Your fault.”
“Blood on your hands.”
“Gullible.”
Pinich swiftly covered his ears, “Shut up!” He roared out in frustration and fear.
“Look at what you’ve done to us, Pinich.”
The saiyan stifled a gasp as he backed up upon seeing the new stare of his friends. Each of them was covered in blood as they approached him. The pink skinned kai’s uniform was torn around her midsection and upper arms. Blood casually dripped from her head, turning her hair pink in the process, and finger tips. Pinich remembered where he -they- had comboed Rosemary into the side of the hyperbolic time chamber and knocked her out.
“All because I was healing people.”
The top of Harp’s red and orange gi was gone as well as the bottom half of his pants and hat. Dark purple liquid flowed freely from his arms, upper body and legs. The saiyan’s arms still tangled after hitting the Namekian with a full frontal Death Spirit Ball.
“All because I was distracting you.”
Pura’s outfit was torn up beyond repair, the only thing that remained was the skirt and chest plate. A large diagonal slash, that ran from her hip to her shoulder, was profusely bleeding orange. Pinich could still hear her yell of pain as they Demon Spirit Slashed her.
“All because I was surviving all your blows.”
Pinich ran to the door and threw it open, stopping dead in his tracks as a white haired, purple eyed, dark skinned saiyan stood before him.
“Totoma…” he whispered.
Totoma clothes were ripped in various places, showing Pinich how much damage he’d done to his boyfriend in his Great Ape form. The white haired saiyan stared at him, blood leaking from his mouth.
“All because I was learning your weaknesses.”
Pinich backed up as far as he could as the room grew smaller, forcing him closer to the friends he had almost killed. “I’m sorry!” He screamed, “I never meant for any of this!” The gray haired saiyan sank to ground once more, “Forgive me, please!”
“Blood on your hands.”
“Your fault.”
“All because.”
There was a bone breaking squishing noise as Pinch jerked in a sudden pained movement. He coughed up blood as he stared at the hand through his body. The saiyan shakenly turned to see the owner of the appendage only to make a gurgle sound as he came face to face with his Ultra self.
“Your fault.”
Pinich bolted up, panting harshly as he patted down his body for any sides of a wound. He let out a shaky sigh as he discovered no injury.
“Just a dream…” he reassured himself as he took nervous glances around the room.
Pura lay on her back on the nearby bed, blue hair splayed out around her head like a halo as she slept peacefully. Harp sat cross legged in the chair besides Pura’s bed, he seemed to be in a deep mediation. Rosemary shared a bed with Pura, her arms were wrapped around the alien’s midsection as she dozed calmly. Finally, Pinich turned his attention to the body besides him, Totoma lay with his back turned to the other saiyan. His white tail was intertwined with Pinich’s gray one, the blue eyed boy stared at the appendages before giving a small smile. He nestled back under the covers and wrapped his arms around Totoma’s midsection, pulling him tight against Pinich’s chest.
