So long emotion; I'm heading for Earth!
Chapter 1
Disclaimer; The DBZ characters don't belong to me; but Kii
and Mya belong to me (pronounced Key and Me-Ah).
The fall made his bones rattle and his head was spinning but
he wouldn't allow himself to be defeated.
Not by them; not by no one. But
when the second attack left him breathless and tired; reality began to sink in.
He had been so strong; respected, but he was losing; losing; to them! A sudden buzzing made him turn his head and
he realised they were powering up. He
didn't have much time left. Probably
about five seconds, his next move would have to finish them; and finish them
now.
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What to do, what to do.
He began to prise himself up.
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He eagerly scanned the distance. Any terrain could become an advantage if used properly.
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Time was running out and he could think of nothing. Why are those seconds taking so long? He should probably be grateful but now he
just wanted it to be over.
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He caught sight of one of the attackers and noticed that his
attention was wavering. It could
provide his opening for escape. He
noticed that while the figure's body suggested his attention was focused on
him, his eyes were looking over to his partner. It was a cunning trick; one he almost admired. But that didn't mean he would show him
mercy. Now was his moment to attack.
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Go!! He flung himself towards his attacker. And the look on his face was enough to tell
him that he had caught him off guard. Thought you'd practically killed me, ay?
Well it will take more than you to finish me off. You will regret that cocky disposition you had earlier. He sweep kicked the attacker causing him to
fall to his feet. Now he had the
advantage and unlike this baka he was going to take no chances.
He smiled, pulling the edges of his mouth into a
tight-lipped grin. Perhaps he would win
after all. Although his attackers had
more strength; he had more experience.
He wouldn't be the easy win they had probably begun to think he would
be. He was still the best and would
always be the…………………
THWACKKKKKKKKKK!
As he hurtled through the air, slowly getting closer and
closer to the ground; he was overcome with self-pity. He didn't deserve to lose; didn't
deserve to, didn't deserve…………………………………………………………………………………………..
He prised himself to his feet. A crumpled form lay in the distance. He slowly walked towards it
all the while scolding himself mentally.
He had been so foolish. To let his attention waver like that. He was lucky……Nah! luck had nothing to do with
it; but he wouldn't make that mistake again. He slowly bent down and kicked the figure hard in the ribs. "That's
for kicking me." The figure didn't respond
but then he didn't expect it to. That
last attack had definitely killed it. And
good riddance! He looked down at its
pathetic form and scolded himself for not doing that last attack himself. It would have made the victory that so much
sweeter.
"Looks like you owe me one Vegeta."
He turned his head, "I would have finished him off sooner or
later."
His partner laughed. "It looked like the other way round to me. You never can say thank you; can you?"
He snarled and turned away; "A few more training bouts and we
will be well on our way to joining Frieza."
His partner didn't answer instead she surveyed the corpse in
front of her.
He grunted, "Kii, how can you be so ruthless in battle and then
be so compassionate afterwards. I thought
you wanted to be a warrior."
She looked up and sighed; "Isn't any Saiyan ruthless in battle?" She turned to the fallen figure, "He had children."
Vegeta grunted, "Your Point?"
She scrambled to her feet and stood along side him. "I guess…..oh nothing.. We should be going."
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When she was a child and
was asked what she wanted to be; she had said "a singer"; a
"teacher"; all the things that most children aspire to be when they
are young. But she had never even
contemplated being a warrior.
Her father had been one
and his father before him as was the tradition on Vegitasei. But she could only remember contempt and
resentment surfacing while watching her father fight. It was brutal and cruel and inwardly she felt it was
cowardly. And now...now she was doing
it herself only this time in her place was her mother watching her with
contempt and hate.
Perhaps; perhaps she had
wanted to prove that she was better than what most of the men thought she could
be; to them she was no more than a pretty face. So she had beaten them in what they had valued the most; becoming
a warrior.
And becoming a warrior
would mean that she would have to join the illustrious Frieza. He was renown, and to join his force would
be an honour she would cherish. But
joining Frieza hadn't been as easy as she had planned. She was strong; alot stronger than most of
the fighters she knew; and she had trained hard. That was all she thought it took.
She had been so so
wrong............................
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