Summery
Goku has disappeared?! A plague's hit earth?! The deadly trio, Vegeta, Pan, andTrunks are slapped into reality after a series of disasters. Now, these three are forced to take a riksy adventure to solve these crises. But is what lays beyond even too powerful for these saiyans?
Disclaimer: Awa_Bubbles does not own DB/Z/GT
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Let Our Hope Reign
Chapter 1
In the time of DBZ, on our precious earth, reigned a powerful group, far different from any of those latter species. These kindred beasts, which are now no more, are none the less the powerful and almighty Saiyans.
In a time of trouble, in a time of need, perhaps after the most cataclysmic event in all of Saiyan and human times have seen, our beloved race is left in shambles. After the war of a bloodied Evil Shenlong and our favorite hero Goku, the world is left in awe at the sudden disappearance of Goku and the supposable defeat of Evil Shenlong. The ones that most suffer are the closest to our hero, his family, friends, and a long time rival that fits perhaps into both catagories but is reluvtant to admite. The mighty Vegeta. Dumbfounded and struck with a deep, passionate sorrow that he dare not show, stumbles along in his wake day after day like all of Goku's family, unable to admit, their loved one's fate.
To think that these horrible events did not pile a top one another, but that one more may be added to the list of tragedies. Yet to think a metor from space, after a sudden explosion of a star billions of light years away, tragically hit the Earth, bringing with a deadly plague that destroyed most of the earth's populace and poisoning the rest with a painfully slow and incurable disease that wraugth upon the poor soul's figures. If any luck were left in this retchedly abandoned place it was granted to only a few who were not hit with the plague but were forced with the pain of watching loved one's drop like flies about them.
If there were any to hold on to hope, they would soon be struck crippled by the drastic scene before them which portrayed before any one's eyes, frail figures roaming the streets begging for food and even being shoved out their own homes, for fear the other family members would become struck with this plague. If hope on this planet were tiny stars, one star that would shine the brightest would be the residentials and freinds of the Goku family. ChiChi, being struck with grief over her husband's unannounced disappearance, had been bowled over and crippled by the plague. The only family member left was Gohan, who tended his mother's dying soul and granting every want and need he could. Though he did not have time to, Gohan silently mourned over the loss of his father and his brother Goten, who had merely dropped when the plugue hit.
It was said to be that Goten was dating Paris at the time. Then after Goten's tragic death Paris immediatly disappeared from everyone's lives. Paris was said to have moved to some other continent because of her frief, and it was also rumored she had committed suicide, but rumors are not reliable enough to depend on.
Krillin and Piccolo were hit with the plague, though not minor like ChiChi's and not severly like Goten's but hard enough to throw them both into a coma and light enough to keep them breathing while they slowly died. Krillin's daughter however, did not fair as well. Being some bit cyborg yes, but enough human that the disease ate away enough of her human organs taht her machine parts could no longer bodily function.
Juuhachigou, who was completely cyborg was obviously unaffected by the sudden wave of disease, was clearly affected by the pain, sorrow, and frief that the monster had left in it's path. Truly grieving over her loses, she buried Marron under a large tree, where Marron used to sing and smile under the shaded tree at summer time while the wind blew her hair and it played gently in the breeze. Then, Juuhachigou cleared a large space in her where she placed Krillin and Piccolo, breathing hard on respirators. Juuhachigou spent most of her time in that room, sitting next to Krillin, talking with him and sharing views most offenly crying through. Sometimes she'd spend hours and days just staring at Krillin, hoping, dreaming, living the moment in her mind when when he would wake up and comfort her from all her griefs. It was a pityous site, yet it was the only way she knew how to survive those sudden deaths and many a time suicide had krept into her mind but she fought it off; all for the day when Krillin would wake up.
Now we end only the beginning of a tragic tale that has yet to unfold. At the complay of Capsule Corp. Princess Bulma, married to Prince of the Saiyans, lays feeble in a bed of silk and satin. There beside her bed with red eyes and dying heart, her prince prying and hoping for an almost impossible recovery.
"My prince," states the princess in a wavering voice and her body trembling violently. "I'm afraid I will soon leave you."
"No! You know that's not true!" though in his heart he knew it was. "You musn't give up hope!" though nothing of that sort existed in his heart. "You just can't leave me I don't know what I'll do!" though in his head he was thinking of where to bury her.
The princess chuckled, seeing through all of his false bravado. "You know my princes," she extended a frail hand and placed it on Vegeta's cheek, her cold fingers like ice, "that it is true. I can see you are already grieving for my death."
Vegeta grabbed her hand and pressed it closer. His eyes were filled to the brim, yet there were no tears streaming down his face. He bit his lip then with a quavering voice of emotion, and leaning near her whispered, "I love you." He kissed her. Vegeta kept kissing her gently on the lips until he felt her hand go limp and her lips grow cold. Letting go he placed her hand by her side. Her eyes had glazed over in death and they were shut peacefully, a small smile upon her face. Her sking was white and cold, her body limp and motionless. Yes, she was dead, but her smile made Vegeta assured that she was in heaven, for she looked like it.
Vegeta grabbed a kleenex, slowly dabbing his eyes, then throwing it to the floor. He stood, glancing at her, so beautiful, so serend; then turning around he walked out the door, not looking back.
Bra sat at a table, weeping, a small puddle of tears forming. She rubbed at her eyes, makeup and mascara smeering across her face, as Vegeta entered the room. He leaned against the doorway looking into Bra's expecting eyes. Quickly diverting his gaze towards the floor, he whispered, barely audible.
"She's gone."
Bra stood up suddenly, her chair toppling to the floor. Biting her lip to keep from bursting into tears Bra rushed past Vegeta toward where her mother lay.
Vegeta, still sullenly looking at the floor, shut his eyes as if wincing when he heard the door slam shut and Bra bursting into heavy emotioned tears, as she wept over her mother.
Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh looking out the window into the sky which now seemed dull and gray as if the earth were also mourning her planet's losses. Trying to pierce the heavy flouds that lay over the earth's atmosphere into the space above, Vegeta gritted his teeth.
"Where the hell is that boy?"
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In N.A.S.A. headquarters the 56 people left, out of millions that used to work there, put all their energy into working the satellites above the earth's atmosphere and in space. These few people left were intent on figuring out where this meteorite came from and whether it was a natural disaster or a Russian terrorist act backfired.
"General sir!" cried out a small spindly technition glaring at a small screen. "We have an object moving at incredible speed toward the earth. It looks to be another meteorite roughly 20 ft long and 12 ft in width. General!"
Noticing the technition's enthusiastic energy towards his finding, the general walked over to where he was sitting and studied the screen. Finding this was something to be investigated and watched he yelled at a small group of other technitions.
"You six over to this side of the room! Look at this guy's info. and track this thing! I want to be the first to know if anything happens!" The general then swung back around addressing the original discoverer of this new information. "And you, what is your name?"
"M-me sir? Uhh...Williams, Ted Williams, sir."
"Well then Williams, your the new head of this group. Now, can you determind the where abouts of where this thing's gonna land?"
Ted, filled with renewed excitement from his promotion, typed away madly at this keyboard. "Staying at this constant angel...it should land somewhere newar Japan...referably in the Sea of Japan, sir."
"Very good Williams, if anything else pops up, tell me first."
"Yes sir!" exclaimed Ted Williams, bobbing his head.
The general then turned away and was finishing up his round's when another technition from William's group cried out "General!"
Rushing ober to where the cry had come from, the General leaned over the person's chair and stared at her screen. "What is it?
"Sir, the object hurtling towards Earth is not a meteorite, but a spaceship!"
It was true, the satellites had picked up an image as the object came closer and it was clearly not a meteorite, but obviously some kind of man made space traveling equipment.
"Can you get a closer view?"
The technition magnified the picuter until it was almost too fuzzy to see.
"There," said the General, pointing to a band of words that appeared to be in English, "What does that say?"
The technition glared at the screen, adjusting her glasses. "Err...Corb, no Cap...sule...Corpse, Cops, oh no...Corp. Yes, Capsule Corp., sir."
The general scratched his chin in wonderment. "Strange, Capsule Corp., ever heard of that name?"
The technition shook her head in bewilderment. "Had a grandma buried under the name of a capsuled corpse, but certainly not Capsule Corp."
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It was early evening in a small, abandoned vacation homes company that bordered the Sea of Japan, not quite dusk. The owner of the small place sat outisde on the beach on a lawn chair, watching the waves lap the shore.
Both born and married in Arkansas, Billy Bob, the owner, and his wife Margarite Bob still held a heavy hillbilly accent, pretending they were still in the states.
"Marge," Bill bellowed. "Marge! Y'alls is gonna miss the fireworks!"
Margarite ran out of the house, a pan in her hands held ready for action, screamed at her husband's stupidity.
"Billy Joe Bob! 'Ow many timed do I 'ave to tell yer. It ain't the 4th o' July!!"
Billy suddenly looked disappointed. "Aaahh...shoot! And it twas the perfect day too's!" Billy packed up his lawn chair and strided across the beach toward Margarite.
Margarite stopped and waited for Billy. "Jeez Bill, I'se konw how much it means to ya, but maybe some other time, eh?"
Billy kicked the sand grudgingly and headed towards the house when he was stopped by a loud whistling noise coming from behind him. Spinning around he saw a large ball of light shooting through the air. Shoving Margarite playfully he smiled.
"See, I'se told you it were's the 4th!"
But instead of bursting into a billion specks of light and color, or swirling into different patterns, this "fire cracker" kept going straight down until it hit the ocean.
Though Bill and Margarite were standing a considerable distance from the shore, they were still hit with some light mist from the crash.
As a small ship-like structer bobbed to the surface where the "fire cracker" crashed into the ocean, a small hatch seemed to be opened from the structure.
Margarite and Bill watched as two "people" emerged from the craft. Then these two "people" simply took off, flying through the air.
Billy shook his head disappointedly and headed towards his house with Margarite by his side. "I tells ya, that plague was doggone bad enough. Nows we gots ourselves a space alien problem."
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(Be prepared for lots of !Symbolism! ahead!)
We find our Prince outside, counting his treasure. Greatly saddened by his loss of a large Emerald, he sat conversing with his only treasure left in life, a still devoloping red Ruby.
This wealthy Prince once beheld two of the richest jewels that no one else could ever come across. To him his Emerald and Ruby spread his fame as a rich and wealthy man across the land adn was a greatly pleasing sight to see when he returned from long gruesome adventures.
Yet all too soon his devine Emerald, once brilliant and bright, flickered and dimmed; no longer shining and becoming dull and lifeless. Yes, this was a tragic event for our vain of his treasure Prince. And afraid of losing his Ruby, he made sure to spend lots of his time polishing the Ruby so it would maintain it's gorgeous shine.
Outside, Bra looked up at Vegeta through a face full of tears. "Thank you, you're such a held daddy."
Vegeta touched Bra's cheek, smiling. "Now, now. Why don't you go clean up? You look amess."
Bra laughed and lowered her head as if in embarressment. "Very well then." Getting up, Bra gently kissed Vegeta on the cheek before rushing towards the house.
"Don't forget to cook supper! I'll be in the Gravity Chamber meanwhile!" Vegeta yelled after her.
Bra stopped, turned around and waved, signalling that she understood. Then, turning around she ran inside.
Vegeta smiled, turning back to a can of cola he was drinking. Vegeta stared at the can, reading the title: Trunks Cola. Scowling at the can, he cleanched his fists in anger. Trunks.
How he suddenly hated that name. The boy had missed his mother's death because he was off "training" with Pan. There was really no reason what so ever to be training after Goku's disappearance. Vegeta was almost positive that Trunks was doing a little more than training with his newfound girlfriend Pan. Somehow, though he didn't know how, Trunks had caused ulma's death; and for some reason, though he didn't know why, he blamed his misery on Trunks disregarding that he had anything to do with it.
Eyeing the can again, Vegeta raised his clenched fist and brought down upon the can, crushing not only it, but the table it lay upon into uncountable pieces. Vegeta looked upon the mess, surprised only slightly at his anger. Getting up, Vegeta turned around and was about to head towards the Gravity Chamber when he was stopped by voices behind him that sent shacks of pain through him as if being whipped.
"You sure Pan, I mean that you wanna stay over tonight? Your folks might be worried and all."
Pan smiled, "Naw Trunks, your right. I don't wanna spend another day with you."
Trunks looked at her worriedly. Pan tried to supress a smile and look serious, but failed and grinned broadly at Trunks.
"I'm just kidding."
Trunks smiled, scratching his head, "Yeah, I knew that." Turning his head toward home he noticed Vegeta turned back towards them. "Hey it's Dad!" Trunks said, "Come on!" he motioned for Pan to follow him as he ran toward Vegeta.
None too thrilled at "Dad" behing home, Pan followed Trunks, walking though, not running.
Vegeta had heard Trunks and not surprisingly, Vegeta had a small something just eating away at him to turn around and blast the boy where he stood. He pushed this though back in his head, perhaps for later. He suddenly felt Trunks' hand against his back as Trunks slapped him on the back as a sign of greetings.
"Hey Dad!" Trunks greeted.
Vegeta's head was tilted toward the ground, though he glared at Trunks out of the corner of his eyes, unmoving, unanswering.
Trunks took the silence as an answer and coontinued on conversing. "Hey, well anyways, Pan has decided to stay over instead of heading back home because she says she's all tired and stuff. Is that okay with you?"
A moments silence, still no answer.
The silence was starting to get to Trunks, even though it still didn't compute. "And...it's been a while since me and Pan have had a home cooked mean since neither of us can really cook, so for now we'll just grab a snack but you know if Bulma isn't busy maybe we could have a big dinner and sit down as a family since we have a guest and...blah de blah blah bluh blah....."
That's all it was to Vegeta, a dull monotonous tone. But when Trunks dared speak Bulma's name, the though of killing him seemed to spring up, trying to overtake him. Vegeta fought against it, though he could so, yes, so very easily give into it. In response to the boy's insolence, Vegeta turned his head away and walked over to the chair he had been sitting on and leaned against the back with one hand and massaging his temples (one thing he did to try and relieve himself of major stress) with the other.
"......and so then...." Trunks stopped in mid-sentence. Perhaps because it finally got to him that something was, if not obviously, than seriously wrong. Or just perhaps he finally realized that Vegeta wasn't really listening. He was about to ask him when he saw Pan finally approaching them.
"Hey Pan."
Pan nodded at Trunks, "Hello Trunks." She noticed that Vegeta was there too, "Good evening Vegeta."
Vegeta suddenly whirled around and stared at Pan in surprise. Then he glared at Trunks, scowling.
"So, he brings his girlfriend with?"
Trunks looked hurt, "Dad?"
Vegeta grumpled beneath his breath something about "telling him these sort of things" before falling silent again.
Trunks looked at Vegeta strangely, nodding his head and talking to his dad as if he was conversing with a 6 yr old.
"Yeah Dad...., I just told you that Pan was staying over. Is that oookkaaayy.......?"
Vegeta shifted his gaze from Trunks to Pan, and them from Pan to Trunks. He remained silent.
Shaking his head sadly, he motioned for Pan to follow him. "Okay then, Pan and I are just going to..."
Vegeta had grabbed Trunks' shirt collar as he passed by and yanked him backwards.
Pan stopped and turned around, realizing Trunks wasn't there anymore.
Vegeta tried to force a smile on his face, but obviously failed. Vegeta glanced at Pan as if nothing were wrong.
"You go on inside with Bra, Pan. Me and Trunks have some...uh, thing...to talk about. He'll be with you shortly."
Trunks massaged his neck a little before answering. "Yeah, Pan, I'll be in shortly." He looked at Vegeta, then back at Pan and gulped----, "I hope."
Pan rose an eyebrow at the scene before her. "Crazy family," she grumbled to herself before whirling around and walking inside Capsule Corp. without a backward glance.
When Vegeta saw that Pan was inside he let of Trunks' shirt and without a word otherwise, headed toward the Gravity Chamber.
Trunks was truely confused, he stood there watching his father recede into the chamber, when he left for training he certainly didn't expect as strange as a greeting as this. Trunks was expecting a happy family that celebrated his return perhaps by a party of and lots of, FOOD! Yet he had returned, he finds a "somewhat" angry father, and he had absolutely no idea why. Strangely enough, he hadn't even seen Bra or Bulma yet, and ever since Pan saw Vegeta she just seemed to....
"What's the matter with you Boy? Get over here!"
Trunks' thoughts were cut short by his Dad's angry rantings. Scratching his head, obviously oblivious to what was ahead, ran in the direction of the Gravity Chamber.
Once inside, Trunks head the door slammed shut with such greaty ferocity that he was tempted to spin around. Trunks kept his distance, however; walking deeper into the chamber, inhaling deeply as if smelling sweet perfume.
"Gosh, this place holds so many memories, I didn't realize how much I'd miss this place. I've spent so much time in this room training, even in my childhood."
With a deep breath, Trunks planted a smile on his face and turned around to meet his father's gaze.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, face set in a permanent frown. His eyes were filled with anger as they seemed to bore right through Trunks like lasers.
Trunks tried to keep his smile, but it was quickly faililng. "Long time no see, huh dad?" Trunks chuckled feebly but he was soon shut up by the deadly silence that seemed to fill the room to the brim.
Suddenly Vegeta moved from his positoin and started walking toward Trunks. As soon as Vegeta moved forward, Trunks started moving backwards. Vegeta stopped, Trunks stopped. Vegeta took one step forward, Trunks took one step backwards. This deadly procedure proceeded until Trunks' back hit the wall, forcing him to stop though his feet kept moving backwards as if trying to plow through the wall and keep moving back. Vegeta kept moving toward Trunks, though in a slow steady gait and when he was a couple of feet away from his son, he flared into SSJ2. Trunks stood, rooted to the spot as his dad stood right in front of him. Vegeta shoved his face into Trunks'.
"You scared boy?" he hissed.
Trunks' eyes were wide with fear. "N-no s-sir."
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the neck, lifting him clear off the ground.
"Well it's gonna get a hell of a lot scarier!"
He threw Trunks' body against the wall and listened as it made a dull thud against the wall and slid to the gloor. Vegeta's back was turned on Trunks but he listened to every move he made, sure he had him right beneath his fists.
Trunks whined in pain as he got up from the ground, breathing heavily. When he got to his feet he balanced hisself and tore off his jacket in anticipation for a long and gruesome fight with Vegeta (and if any women were in the room at the time they'd all swoon at Trunks' hot body).
Vegeta chuckled, turning around again. "You foolish boy. Do you actually think you have any chance of laying a hand on me.
Trunks was literlly foaming at the mouth because of these insults. "Dad!" he shouted with such ferocity that it scared even himself.
"I'm a saiyan and all through myt life you've treated me like a weakling, even if I was young! Well, once of for all I'm gonna prove, I'm gonna prove,"
"What?" Vegeta challenged, mockingly.
"I'm gonna prove that....I'm stronger than you!" Trunks swore right then and there he could have smacked himself.
Vegeta took a step back as if someone had punched him in the gut, eyes open wide, mouth open in a smile. "W-what!" he burst out laughing. "B-boy, I bet you let Pan get stronger than you!" trying to subdue his laughter as he pointed at the entrance to the Gravity Chamber. "Go and get her! If I beat her I know I can beat you! HAHAHA!"
Trunks clenched his fists in anger and powered up to SSJ2 "SHUT UP!"
Fading out and reappearing in front of Vegeta, delivering a heavy blow to his face and then kneeing him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.
This, of course, suddenly cut Vegeta's glee short as his back hit the wall. Slowly crawling to his feet he let go of his nose. It was broken, blood gushing out.
"Boy," he growled silenetly, "your going to pay for that!"
To be continued...
Goku has disappeared?! A plague's hit earth?! The deadly trio, Vegeta, Pan, andTrunks are slapped into reality after a series of disasters. Now, these three are forced to take a riksy adventure to solve these crises. But is what lays beyond even too powerful for these saiyans?
Disclaimer: Awa_Bubbles does not own DB/Z/GT
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Let Our Hope Reign
Chapter 1
In the time of DBZ, on our precious earth, reigned a powerful group, far different from any of those latter species. These kindred beasts, which are now no more, are none the less the powerful and almighty Saiyans.
In a time of trouble, in a time of need, perhaps after the most cataclysmic event in all of Saiyan and human times have seen, our beloved race is left in shambles. After the war of a bloodied Evil Shenlong and our favorite hero Goku, the world is left in awe at the sudden disappearance of Goku and the supposable defeat of Evil Shenlong. The ones that most suffer are the closest to our hero, his family, friends, and a long time rival that fits perhaps into both catagories but is reluvtant to admite. The mighty Vegeta. Dumbfounded and struck with a deep, passionate sorrow that he dare not show, stumbles along in his wake day after day like all of Goku's family, unable to admit, their loved one's fate.
To think that these horrible events did not pile a top one another, but that one more may be added to the list of tragedies. Yet to think a metor from space, after a sudden explosion of a star billions of light years away, tragically hit the Earth, bringing with a deadly plague that destroyed most of the earth's populace and poisoning the rest with a painfully slow and incurable disease that wraugth upon the poor soul's figures. If any luck were left in this retchedly abandoned place it was granted to only a few who were not hit with the plague but were forced with the pain of watching loved one's drop like flies about them.
If there were any to hold on to hope, they would soon be struck crippled by the drastic scene before them which portrayed before any one's eyes, frail figures roaming the streets begging for food and even being shoved out their own homes, for fear the other family members would become struck with this plague. If hope on this planet were tiny stars, one star that would shine the brightest would be the residentials and freinds of the Goku family. ChiChi, being struck with grief over her husband's unannounced disappearance, had been bowled over and crippled by the plague. The only family member left was Gohan, who tended his mother's dying soul and granting every want and need he could. Though he did not have time to, Gohan silently mourned over the loss of his father and his brother Goten, who had merely dropped when the plugue hit.
It was said to be that Goten was dating Paris at the time. Then after Goten's tragic death Paris immediatly disappeared from everyone's lives. Paris was said to have moved to some other continent because of her frief, and it was also rumored she had committed suicide, but rumors are not reliable enough to depend on.
Krillin and Piccolo were hit with the plague, though not minor like ChiChi's and not severly like Goten's but hard enough to throw them both into a coma and light enough to keep them breathing while they slowly died. Krillin's daughter however, did not fair as well. Being some bit cyborg yes, but enough human that the disease ate away enough of her human organs taht her machine parts could no longer bodily function.
Juuhachigou, who was completely cyborg was obviously unaffected by the sudden wave of disease, was clearly affected by the pain, sorrow, and frief that the monster had left in it's path. Truly grieving over her loses, she buried Marron under a large tree, where Marron used to sing and smile under the shaded tree at summer time while the wind blew her hair and it played gently in the breeze. Then, Juuhachigou cleared a large space in her where she placed Krillin and Piccolo, breathing hard on respirators. Juuhachigou spent most of her time in that room, sitting next to Krillin, talking with him and sharing views most offenly crying through. Sometimes she'd spend hours and days just staring at Krillin, hoping, dreaming, living the moment in her mind when when he would wake up and comfort her from all her griefs. It was a pityous site, yet it was the only way she knew how to survive those sudden deaths and many a time suicide had krept into her mind but she fought it off; all for the day when Krillin would wake up.
Now we end only the beginning of a tragic tale that has yet to unfold. At the complay of Capsule Corp. Princess Bulma, married to Prince of the Saiyans, lays feeble in a bed of silk and satin. There beside her bed with red eyes and dying heart, her prince prying and hoping for an almost impossible recovery.
"My prince," states the princess in a wavering voice and her body trembling violently. "I'm afraid I will soon leave you."
"No! You know that's not true!" though in his heart he knew it was. "You musn't give up hope!" though nothing of that sort existed in his heart. "You just can't leave me I don't know what I'll do!" though in his head he was thinking of where to bury her.
The princess chuckled, seeing through all of his false bravado. "You know my princes," she extended a frail hand and placed it on Vegeta's cheek, her cold fingers like ice, "that it is true. I can see you are already grieving for my death."
Vegeta grabbed her hand and pressed it closer. His eyes were filled to the brim, yet there were no tears streaming down his face. He bit his lip then with a quavering voice of emotion, and leaning near her whispered, "I love you." He kissed her. Vegeta kept kissing her gently on the lips until he felt her hand go limp and her lips grow cold. Letting go he placed her hand by her side. Her eyes had glazed over in death and they were shut peacefully, a small smile upon her face. Her sking was white and cold, her body limp and motionless. Yes, she was dead, but her smile made Vegeta assured that she was in heaven, for she looked like it.
Vegeta grabbed a kleenex, slowly dabbing his eyes, then throwing it to the floor. He stood, glancing at her, so beautiful, so serend; then turning around he walked out the door, not looking back.
Bra sat at a table, weeping, a small puddle of tears forming. She rubbed at her eyes, makeup and mascara smeering across her face, as Vegeta entered the room. He leaned against the doorway looking into Bra's expecting eyes. Quickly diverting his gaze towards the floor, he whispered, barely audible.
"She's gone."
Bra stood up suddenly, her chair toppling to the floor. Biting her lip to keep from bursting into tears Bra rushed past Vegeta toward where her mother lay.
Vegeta, still sullenly looking at the floor, shut his eyes as if wincing when he heard the door slam shut and Bra bursting into heavy emotioned tears, as she wept over her mother.
Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh looking out the window into the sky which now seemed dull and gray as if the earth were also mourning her planet's losses. Trying to pierce the heavy flouds that lay over the earth's atmosphere into the space above, Vegeta gritted his teeth.
"Where the hell is that boy?"
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In N.A.S.A. headquarters the 56 people left, out of millions that used to work there, put all their energy into working the satellites above the earth's atmosphere and in space. These few people left were intent on figuring out where this meteorite came from and whether it was a natural disaster or a Russian terrorist act backfired.
"General sir!" cried out a small spindly technition glaring at a small screen. "We have an object moving at incredible speed toward the earth. It looks to be another meteorite roughly 20 ft long and 12 ft in width. General!"
Noticing the technition's enthusiastic energy towards his finding, the general walked over to where he was sitting and studied the screen. Finding this was something to be investigated and watched he yelled at a small group of other technitions.
"You six over to this side of the room! Look at this guy's info. and track this thing! I want to be the first to know if anything happens!" The general then swung back around addressing the original discoverer of this new information. "And you, what is your name?"
"M-me sir? Uhh...Williams, Ted Williams, sir."
"Well then Williams, your the new head of this group. Now, can you determind the where abouts of where this thing's gonna land?"
Ted, filled with renewed excitement from his promotion, typed away madly at this keyboard. "Staying at this constant angel...it should land somewhere newar Japan...referably in the Sea of Japan, sir."
"Very good Williams, if anything else pops up, tell me first."
"Yes sir!" exclaimed Ted Williams, bobbing his head.
The general then turned away and was finishing up his round's when another technition from William's group cried out "General!"
Rushing ober to where the cry had come from, the General leaned over the person's chair and stared at her screen. "What is it?
"Sir, the object hurtling towards Earth is not a meteorite, but a spaceship!"
It was true, the satellites had picked up an image as the object came closer and it was clearly not a meteorite, but obviously some kind of man made space traveling equipment.
"Can you get a closer view?"
The technition magnified the picuter until it was almost too fuzzy to see.
"There," said the General, pointing to a band of words that appeared to be in English, "What does that say?"
The technition glared at the screen, adjusting her glasses. "Err...Corb, no Cap...sule...Corpse, Cops, oh no...Corp. Yes, Capsule Corp., sir."
The general scratched his chin in wonderment. "Strange, Capsule Corp., ever heard of that name?"
The technition shook her head in bewilderment. "Had a grandma buried under the name of a capsuled corpse, but certainly not Capsule Corp."
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It was early evening in a small, abandoned vacation homes company that bordered the Sea of Japan, not quite dusk. The owner of the small place sat outisde on the beach on a lawn chair, watching the waves lap the shore.
Both born and married in Arkansas, Billy Bob, the owner, and his wife Margarite Bob still held a heavy hillbilly accent, pretending they were still in the states.
"Marge," Bill bellowed. "Marge! Y'alls is gonna miss the fireworks!"
Margarite ran out of the house, a pan in her hands held ready for action, screamed at her husband's stupidity.
"Billy Joe Bob! 'Ow many timed do I 'ave to tell yer. It ain't the 4th o' July!!"
Billy suddenly looked disappointed. "Aaahh...shoot! And it twas the perfect day too's!" Billy packed up his lawn chair and strided across the beach toward Margarite.
Margarite stopped and waited for Billy. "Jeez Bill, I'se konw how much it means to ya, but maybe some other time, eh?"
Billy kicked the sand grudgingly and headed towards the house when he was stopped by a loud whistling noise coming from behind him. Spinning around he saw a large ball of light shooting through the air. Shoving Margarite playfully he smiled.
"See, I'se told you it were's the 4th!"
But instead of bursting into a billion specks of light and color, or swirling into different patterns, this "fire cracker" kept going straight down until it hit the ocean.
Though Bill and Margarite were standing a considerable distance from the shore, they were still hit with some light mist from the crash.
As a small ship-like structer bobbed to the surface where the "fire cracker" crashed into the ocean, a small hatch seemed to be opened from the structure.
Margarite and Bill watched as two "people" emerged from the craft. Then these two "people" simply took off, flying through the air.
Billy shook his head disappointedly and headed towards his house with Margarite by his side. "I tells ya, that plague was doggone bad enough. Nows we gots ourselves a space alien problem."
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(Be prepared for lots of !Symbolism! ahead!)
We find our Prince outside, counting his treasure. Greatly saddened by his loss of a large Emerald, he sat conversing with his only treasure left in life, a still devoloping red Ruby.
This wealthy Prince once beheld two of the richest jewels that no one else could ever come across. To him his Emerald and Ruby spread his fame as a rich and wealthy man across the land adn was a greatly pleasing sight to see when he returned from long gruesome adventures.
Yet all too soon his devine Emerald, once brilliant and bright, flickered and dimmed; no longer shining and becoming dull and lifeless. Yes, this was a tragic event for our vain of his treasure Prince. And afraid of losing his Ruby, he made sure to spend lots of his time polishing the Ruby so it would maintain it's gorgeous shine.
Outside, Bra looked up at Vegeta through a face full of tears. "Thank you, you're such a held daddy."
Vegeta touched Bra's cheek, smiling. "Now, now. Why don't you go clean up? You look amess."
Bra laughed and lowered her head as if in embarressment. "Very well then." Getting up, Bra gently kissed Vegeta on the cheek before rushing towards the house.
"Don't forget to cook supper! I'll be in the Gravity Chamber meanwhile!" Vegeta yelled after her.
Bra stopped, turned around and waved, signalling that she understood. Then, turning around she ran inside.
Vegeta smiled, turning back to a can of cola he was drinking. Vegeta stared at the can, reading the title: Trunks Cola. Scowling at the can, he cleanched his fists in anger. Trunks.
How he suddenly hated that name. The boy had missed his mother's death because he was off "training" with Pan. There was really no reason what so ever to be training after Goku's disappearance. Vegeta was almost positive that Trunks was doing a little more than training with his newfound girlfriend Pan. Somehow, though he didn't know how, Trunks had caused ulma's death; and for some reason, though he didn't know why, he blamed his misery on Trunks disregarding that he had anything to do with it.
Eyeing the can again, Vegeta raised his clenched fist and brought down upon the can, crushing not only it, but the table it lay upon into uncountable pieces. Vegeta looked upon the mess, surprised only slightly at his anger. Getting up, Vegeta turned around and was about to head towards the Gravity Chamber when he was stopped by voices behind him that sent shacks of pain through him as if being whipped.
"You sure Pan, I mean that you wanna stay over tonight? Your folks might be worried and all."
Pan smiled, "Naw Trunks, your right. I don't wanna spend another day with you."
Trunks looked at her worriedly. Pan tried to supress a smile and look serious, but failed and grinned broadly at Trunks.
"I'm just kidding."
Trunks smiled, scratching his head, "Yeah, I knew that." Turning his head toward home he noticed Vegeta turned back towards them. "Hey it's Dad!" Trunks said, "Come on!" he motioned for Pan to follow him as he ran toward Vegeta.
None too thrilled at "Dad" behing home, Pan followed Trunks, walking though, not running.
Vegeta had heard Trunks and not surprisingly, Vegeta had a small something just eating away at him to turn around and blast the boy where he stood. He pushed this though back in his head, perhaps for later. He suddenly felt Trunks' hand against his back as Trunks slapped him on the back as a sign of greetings.
"Hey Dad!" Trunks greeted.
Vegeta's head was tilted toward the ground, though he glared at Trunks out of the corner of his eyes, unmoving, unanswering.
Trunks took the silence as an answer and coontinued on conversing. "Hey, well anyways, Pan has decided to stay over instead of heading back home because she says she's all tired and stuff. Is that okay with you?"
A moments silence, still no answer.
The silence was starting to get to Trunks, even though it still didn't compute. "And...it's been a while since me and Pan have had a home cooked mean since neither of us can really cook, so for now we'll just grab a snack but you know if Bulma isn't busy maybe we could have a big dinner and sit down as a family since we have a guest and...blah de blah blah bluh blah....."
That's all it was to Vegeta, a dull monotonous tone. But when Trunks dared speak Bulma's name, the though of killing him seemed to spring up, trying to overtake him. Vegeta fought against it, though he could so, yes, so very easily give into it. In response to the boy's insolence, Vegeta turned his head away and walked over to the chair he had been sitting on and leaned against the back with one hand and massaging his temples (one thing he did to try and relieve himself of major stress) with the other.
"......and so then...." Trunks stopped in mid-sentence. Perhaps because it finally got to him that something was, if not obviously, than seriously wrong. Or just perhaps he finally realized that Vegeta wasn't really listening. He was about to ask him when he saw Pan finally approaching them.
"Hey Pan."
Pan nodded at Trunks, "Hello Trunks." She noticed that Vegeta was there too, "Good evening Vegeta."
Vegeta suddenly whirled around and stared at Pan in surprise. Then he glared at Trunks, scowling.
"So, he brings his girlfriend with?"
Trunks looked hurt, "Dad?"
Vegeta grumpled beneath his breath something about "telling him these sort of things" before falling silent again.
Trunks looked at Vegeta strangely, nodding his head and talking to his dad as if he was conversing with a 6 yr old.
"Yeah Dad...., I just told you that Pan was staying over. Is that oookkaaayy.......?"
Vegeta shifted his gaze from Trunks to Pan, and them from Pan to Trunks. He remained silent.
Shaking his head sadly, he motioned for Pan to follow him. "Okay then, Pan and I are just going to..."
Vegeta had grabbed Trunks' shirt collar as he passed by and yanked him backwards.
Pan stopped and turned around, realizing Trunks wasn't there anymore.
Vegeta tried to force a smile on his face, but obviously failed. Vegeta glanced at Pan as if nothing were wrong.
"You go on inside with Bra, Pan. Me and Trunks have some...uh, thing...to talk about. He'll be with you shortly."
Trunks massaged his neck a little before answering. "Yeah, Pan, I'll be in shortly." He looked at Vegeta, then back at Pan and gulped----, "I hope."
Pan rose an eyebrow at the scene before her. "Crazy family," she grumbled to herself before whirling around and walking inside Capsule Corp. without a backward glance.
When Vegeta saw that Pan was inside he let of Trunks' shirt and without a word otherwise, headed toward the Gravity Chamber.
Trunks was truely confused, he stood there watching his father recede into the chamber, when he left for training he certainly didn't expect as strange as a greeting as this. Trunks was expecting a happy family that celebrated his return perhaps by a party of and lots of, FOOD! Yet he had returned, he finds a "somewhat" angry father, and he had absolutely no idea why. Strangely enough, he hadn't even seen Bra or Bulma yet, and ever since Pan saw Vegeta she just seemed to....
"What's the matter with you Boy? Get over here!"
Trunks' thoughts were cut short by his Dad's angry rantings. Scratching his head, obviously oblivious to what was ahead, ran in the direction of the Gravity Chamber.
Once inside, Trunks head the door slammed shut with such greaty ferocity that he was tempted to spin around. Trunks kept his distance, however; walking deeper into the chamber, inhaling deeply as if smelling sweet perfume.
"Gosh, this place holds so many memories, I didn't realize how much I'd miss this place. I've spent so much time in this room training, even in my childhood."
With a deep breath, Trunks planted a smile on his face and turned around to meet his father's gaze.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, face set in a permanent frown. His eyes were filled with anger as they seemed to bore right through Trunks like lasers.
Trunks tried to keep his smile, but it was quickly faililng. "Long time no see, huh dad?" Trunks chuckled feebly but he was soon shut up by the deadly silence that seemed to fill the room to the brim.
Suddenly Vegeta moved from his positoin and started walking toward Trunks. As soon as Vegeta moved forward, Trunks started moving backwards. Vegeta stopped, Trunks stopped. Vegeta took one step forward, Trunks took one step backwards. This deadly procedure proceeded until Trunks' back hit the wall, forcing him to stop though his feet kept moving backwards as if trying to plow through the wall and keep moving back. Vegeta kept moving toward Trunks, though in a slow steady gait and when he was a couple of feet away from his son, he flared into SSJ2. Trunks stood, rooted to the spot as his dad stood right in front of him. Vegeta shoved his face into Trunks'.
"You scared boy?" he hissed.
Trunks' eyes were wide with fear. "N-no s-sir."
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the neck, lifting him clear off the ground.
"Well it's gonna get a hell of a lot scarier!"
He threw Trunks' body against the wall and listened as it made a dull thud against the wall and slid to the gloor. Vegeta's back was turned on Trunks but he listened to every move he made, sure he had him right beneath his fists.
Trunks whined in pain as he got up from the ground, breathing heavily. When he got to his feet he balanced hisself and tore off his jacket in anticipation for a long and gruesome fight with Vegeta (and if any women were in the room at the time they'd all swoon at Trunks' hot body).
Vegeta chuckled, turning around again. "You foolish boy. Do you actually think you have any chance of laying a hand on me.
Trunks was literlly foaming at the mouth because of these insults. "Dad!" he shouted with such ferocity that it scared even himself.
"I'm a saiyan and all through myt life you've treated me like a weakling, even if I was young! Well, once of for all I'm gonna prove, I'm gonna prove,"
"What?" Vegeta challenged, mockingly.
"I'm gonna prove that....I'm stronger than you!" Trunks swore right then and there he could have smacked himself.
Vegeta took a step back as if someone had punched him in the gut, eyes open wide, mouth open in a smile. "W-what!" he burst out laughing. "B-boy, I bet you let Pan get stronger than you!" trying to subdue his laughter as he pointed at the entrance to the Gravity Chamber. "Go and get her! If I beat her I know I can beat you! HAHAHA!"
Trunks clenched his fists in anger and powered up to SSJ2 "SHUT UP!"
Fading out and reappearing in front of Vegeta, delivering a heavy blow to his face and then kneeing him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.
This, of course, suddenly cut Vegeta's glee short as his back hit the wall. Slowly crawling to his feet he let go of his nose. It was broken, blood gushing out.
"Boy," he growled silenetly, "your going to pay for that!"
To be continued...