Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Red Baron ❯ Depression ( Chapter 25 )

The Red Baron

 

Depression

 

It was a night to last a lifetime. Usually, that would sound like a nice line for something good but this was not the case for the Red Baron. He was far from enjoying the moment he was in and was filled with anger and hatred toward Diana, The Dark Baron, and anyone else who severed the darkness.

 

The Red Baron had been knocked unconscious after the night of attack after attack. The power of Valtuc, the kidnapping of his brother, the horror of the Dark Baron's power, his injured mother, all of this was more than the Red Baron good take.

 

The final attack by Diana hardly did any damage thanks to the White Warrior. But the shock of it was enough to take the Red Baron out. He was far form hurt but the strain on his mind and body caused him to collapse.

 

He now stood awake in his backyard, looking out into the sky. His mother did not realize his powers due to her state at the time of his return but there was no hiding the fact that Andy had been taken away. She was furious and upset beyond anything; so was Carlos.

 

The emotional night left the Red Baron speechless. Even though the White Warrior and Josh were there with him, waiting for him to be better, there was little use of doing it. The Red Baron wanted time to think and train. That was all he wanted to do. He was determined to exact his revenge against the darkness.

 

It was this very bitterness that frightened the White Warrior. She could see and sense the taint and corruption swallow his soul. It was a pattern that she continually saw in him. This pattern of self-punishment and guilt was maddening to her. Yet, she did not understand why she felt like that. It wasn't like she cared that much fro him. It as his own problem to deal with.

 

But she knew that wasn't true. She knew she had to help the Red Baron find his brother even if the cost was to be great. That was a value she had always been taught since her childhood. They were simple words form her mother.

 

They are all your family. They are all his family. They are all my family.

 

As much as she wanted to go up to him, as much as she wanted to be an ally to him, she could not bring herself to approach him. Though they have recently fought in some of the toughest battle in history, she still felt a detachment from him. She was not close to him in any way. But even that couldn't' change the facts of the situation.

 

The Red Baron simple sat in meditation. He had nothing better to do. He had nothing better to do but doubt his power and strength blame himself for the evil that had come from no where. He had to take his mind off of all this.

 

The Red Baron began to walk toward the door, where the White Warrior was. She took her chance here.

 

“Baron, where do you think you are going?”

 

The Red Baron didn't stop his slow but set pace as he began to reach the door.

 

“None of your damn business.”

 

The White Warrior was not about to back down from all her years of training to let this newbie stop her. She stepped right in front of him and he stopped, shocked partially by her aggressiveness, partially by her closeness.

 

“You listen here, Baron. You may have lost your family last night but this is not time to be weak. This is what the Dark Lord wants and needs to defeat you. He wants you to feel this pain and rage and he will manipulate you into doing things his way and end up killing you.”

 

The Red Baron did not change his composure at the least.

 

“What do you know!? What do you know of responsibility and of weakness?”

 

“You are stronger than I am, Baron! How could you ask that when I know the answer?”

 

“Don't be so shallow, Vanessa. You don't understand what is to be `strong' and weak at the same time.

 

“Don't give me that! You are stronger but it is easy to see that you cannot control yourself and you will end up losing to the enemy in your condition.”

 

“My condition is fine! I don't need your sympathy! I never asked for it and Isure as hell don't want it now!”

 

“Is that all you can think about, yourself? You have a responsibility as the Red Baron and letting this situation consume you is the path of darkness and eventually it will consume you!”

 

“And you think I should just sit on my ass and wait for something to happen! I won't allow it. I will find him! I will bring him back.”

 

The Red Baron now decided to power-up and blasted straight into the air, hoping now one other than Vanessa was watching.

 

The White Warrior did not move and let him go. But even as she looked up in anger toward the sky and toward the Red Baron, she still let out a tear. She knew the truth about what happened to his brother. It was likely the same thing the villagers did to his own family. That's what they said, wasn't it? That their captives were part of an experiment that would ensure the power belonging to the Dark Baron.

 

But they have never worked. But even I they have never worked, it means nothing. For his brother will surely die nonetheless and there is not time for him to save him. His life is over.

 

The warehouse was as dark and as cruel as usual. The sunlight hardly came in and the walls were as dark as the night themselves. It was here that Andy had been taken to and was now awakening to his horrific dream.

 

He had dreamt the same dream as before. The red warrior and his evil powers. Same as the other being. And now, he was captured. The last thing he saw was that very red warrior…or was that his brother. He could not tell.

 

As the boy awoke, the Dark Baron came to his cage. Also surrounding the cage were Diana and Suzin. They watch gleefully as the Dark Baron began his process.

 

“Little boy. You are awake. This is good.”

 

Diana put her 2 cents in.

 

“So, this is the brat. This is the one who can give it to you, master, dear?

 

The Dark Baron nodded.

 

“Yes. He is the one. I have never felt it before I reached his presence.”

 

Suzin smiled with a wicked grin.

 

“So how do you go about obtaining it? Are we going to get to kill him?”

 

Andy screamed a quiet scream. Tears ran down his shivering face.

 

“No you fool! The purpose is not to kill him. That would ruin everything. I am not here to listen to your insolent suggestions. Besides, you will have your chance to kill very soon. There will be many to kill. But today, we will not kill the boy's body. I have another use for his being…”

 

It was then that the remaining mold, the same mold used to resurrect the other warriors of the Dark Baron, came into view from the darkness. Yet, it carried the darkness within it. It was a black wad of energy mold.

 

Upon seeing this, Diana and Suzin realized the Dark Baron's true intention's with the boy and knew that it would only be a matter of time before their master would ascend over all the lords. The Dark Baron knew this as well.

 

“Soon, my queen, my knight, we will take control of this and all universe. It will be this boy's destiny to bring me the darkness I desire. His fate is mine to command. Now, rise my dark creation and feast upon your nutrient!”

 

The mold, once simply floating, began to twitch.

 

Back at the backyard of Master Janus, the Red Baron and Master Janus were training very hard. The Red Baron had apparently decided that training would ease the pain of his situation, though he felt everything happen.

 

He could feel the Dark Baron's power change. It was not necessarily stronger, but it was different. But even at this time, he was forced to shove it out of his head and return to his training. Master Janus was not being very merciful even in this dire time.

 

“You need to focus, Carlos. This is not the way I taught you to fight. You have let your emotions take hold of you.”

 

The Red Baron threw a frustrated punch toward his master and Janus easily dodged it. With one quick move, the master threw his own fist into the Baron's now much closer chest and rammed a powerful energy shot into his chest. The Red Baron flew back as the shinning bright light was followed by a powerful explosion. The Red Baron flipped in midair and landed on his two legs, skidding as he tried to control his body. Master Janus was far better than the Baron at the moment.

 

“Carlos. If you truly want to be this `Red Baron' then you need to start showing your true potential and your true power. You cannot let go of your responsibilities simply because you seem to be without hope. Fate is in control, not you. You need to learn to follow your fate, your destiny, and take control of it that way.”

 

The Red Baron yelled out in a burning rage.

 

“I NEVER CHOSE THIS JOB!!”

 

He powered up slightly and fired a powerful shot of energy at Master Janus. Janus thought he was ready for the attack and began to create a ki barrier to compensate but just before the attack hit, it went around him like it missed him. Janus smiled.

 

“Poor shot, my student, I can assure you that was a mistake.”

 

Janus jumped at him with great speed and flew toward him. But just before he reached the Red Baron, the same ball came back at high speed and hit him square in the back with a small explosion. This left the Red Baron with enough time to get a good kick at his master. The kick was powerful and ended up knocking his master a few yards away to his left. Janus stood up and smiled.

 

“It is hard to teach a student to focus when he is far stronger than the master.”

 

He left. In his place came the White Warrior. She looked normal, face focused and stern but she did have compassion in her eyes. The Red Baron wanted little to do with her at the moment. The White Warrior wouldn't let it go like that.

 

“Baron. I'm sorry for what I said before.”

 

The Red Baron sighed and looked at her, in her eyes.

 

“I am sorry, too.”

 

They stood there and looked at each other for the longest time. Then the Red Baron spoke.

 

“Will we find him, Vanessa?”

 

His tears were forming. He was about to snap. They walked up to each other and the Red Baron almost completely collapsed in her arms, his head on he shoulder. He was actually crying. The White Warrior held his close, like her mother would do with her at her worst moments.

 

“Will we find him, Vanessa? White Warrior?”

 

And there they wee, in each other arms, at probably the worst moment. And she spoke to him, answering him what he needed to hear, even though she knew partially the truth.

 

“Yes, Baron. I will help you find him and find your way.”

 

As the wind picked up and blew onto the back, covering the red Baron with her long hair, they both could never realize that worse was yet to come.