Dust stirred among the ruins of what was once Conton City. A city built on rubble now returned to rubble. Patrollers zipped around the skies, aiding those injured and misplaced.
All evidence of the cause of this disaster pointed to one person.
The son of Towa and Mira.
Ampa stared out at the stones that were once her second home, eyes welling with emotion. Scanning the area before landing on him.
The Tuffle's face was full of emotion, but what emotion was hard to place. She could scream, cry, or just yell at him...
But she didn't. Instead, her eyes studied his face. Her lips opened to say something, but quickly changed her mind and they pressed into a thin line.
Her shoulders were stiff as her jaw clenched. Without an expression, she turned away to render aid where she could.
How foolish she must feel to think they could have been friends.
Fu stood, body aching from the beating he and Frieza took not mere moments ago after their scuffle with the time patrol— the emperor a distance away from him opened a time rift in a last ditch attempt to escape after absorbing the last of what energy was left from the currupted shenron, but ended up stumbling back toward the ground as his wounds got the better of him- just completely and uncharacteristically helpless- Fu scoffed at him. He warned him and he didn’t listen- he was a piece of work indeed… his attention wavers back toward the mess before them; head fuzzy and buzzing with electricity and adrenaline. His whole form was surging with energy; but he didn’t know how he let it get this far, or why he partnered up with Frieza in the first place- he didn’t mean for conton to go into ruins like this but he should’ve known this would happen while working with a literal tyrant known for blowing up planets whenever he felt like it— a grave mistake on his part— and there was no going back- his nostrils flared in aggravation, sliding his way over to Frieza and scooping him under an arm before stealing one last look at the ruins of conton city; watching as the time patrollers tended their wounded and scurried about searching for those trapped under the rocks and rubble- he was getting ready to turn on his heel when something- someone captured his eye. And he froze under that stare.
Ampa watched him with a look that set a thousand weights on his shoulders, he couldn’t put a name on it but he knew there wasn’t anything good going on in her mind. He felt it even with the distance between them
The hurt she must of felt knowing he was the one responsible for all of this-
Something tightened in his chest- and it stung sharply. He couldn’t take it, but he couldn’t break her gaze either- and the stinging in his chest did not go away even as she finally turned away to help those who needed her. She was going to say something but she didn’t- she was gone.
He stood a moment more, wondering what it could’ve been, before shaking his head; muttering a curse under his breath and then jumping into the rift with Frieza in his grasp.
He wasn’t sure if there would be any coming back from this…
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