Hi. I don't own anything except for this computer and the carton of ice
cream that I am eating out of right now. If you attempt to sue me I will
laugh at you.
As far as I know... No one has a story with the same plot as mine. But what the hell if they do...its fanfiction...
This fic will have tons of romance in it. It will be A/U. It will start out after Goku comes back to earth and from Yardaratt (or however you spell it) and gets the serum for his heart from Trunks.
Oh yeah...I RARELY do summaries (except for past info or Lemon warnings) So tough luck.you are in the dark about the future. Anyways...I hope you like it. If you don't like it then that is fine too. Flames are welcome but DON'T Flame me and not tell me why you didn't like it. I absolutely fucking hate those "This story sucked." Flames. It will only piss me off and I will have to rant about you. If there are errors in spelling or you think you have some constructive criticism or ideas that would be useful to me, then please email me. Please review.
Fallen World
Prologue
Out of HFIL
The sound of torture...the echo of anguished screams...the smell of blood, permeating the air. It would be heaven if he wasn't one of the tortured.
He was in the deepest hell of HFIL because of his dark soul. In this hell, five minutes on earth was the equivalent 5 months.
His demons finished their daily ministrations and he closed his eyes as they left. He lay on his side in a pool of his own blood, his bones, twisted and broken into painful contortions. The flames licked at his already scorched flesh. Burning slowly. Time didn't flow anymore. It oozed. The pain oozed and his blood oozed. HFIL was like that.
The need for revenge burned in his chest much like his flesh and questions plagued his mind as usual.
'That boy... where had he come from?. Where had he attained such magnificent power? Why the hell did his face seem so much like Vegeta's?? How could I be defeated?!?...How long have I been here? It doesn't matter any more...My body is useless, My power...long gone... My soul...well...My soul is the only thing I have left and it will have to endure THIS forever.'
'Forever...I am damned here forever...'
'I would sell my soul and live in slavery to a far worse hell for a chance to get back at those damned idiots who sent me here to rot in my own festering flesh'. He thought to himself with a growl that was quickly stopped as he coughed up blood . It was bad enough trying to breath let alone vocalizing. 'CURSE THIS BROKEN BODY!!! WHY DO I HAVE TO BREATH ANYWAY!? I AM ALREADY DEAD!!!'
"You have to breathe because here in HFIL we try to make you as uncomfortable as possible...You would? Wouldn't you?..." a feminine voice inquired as it entered his mind. (think of the voice of HIM in powerpuff girls)
'I would what?...Who are you?! What are you doing in my mind!?'
"Who am I?" chuckled the sinister entity "Let's just say I am your fairy godmother...here to strike a deal."
'What deal?'
"Why.Your soul for revenge of course?...Sweet...Blissful revenge..." it offered casually "All you have to do is say 'My soul is yours' out loud and you will have all the revenge your little heart desires."
'Will I be allowed the freedom to choose my revenge?'
"Eh... Why not?" said the voice impassively.
"DONE!" he spat and then choked.
"So soon?" it cooed. "Oooooh! I think I like you already, baby!" it exclaimed, impersonating the voice of a southern gospel preacher "Now say da words an your ticket outta here will be right in fronta yo nose!"
He coughed up the blood that was obstructing his vocal chords and groaned.
"My....." he coughed again. "My soul...is..."
"Yes..." it returned back to the feminine voice.
He turned his head and spit out more blood and then vomited. "My...soul...is..."
"Hurry up." It called in a singsong voice
"YOURS!!" he screamed as his scratchy voice faded and he vomited again before he passed out into sweet oblivion.
He groaned and coughed What a fucked up dream!! He thought as he opened his eyes halfway focusing on the stones in front of him and then shot open in disbelief...and there...on the floor of the dungeon where he was doomed to spend the rest of eternity was a small box opened up in front of him. Seven tiny black spheres, no bigger than a centimeter presented his reflection in blaze that engulfed half of his body. He squinted, trying to decide weather the objects in front of him were real.
He dared to touch one, fearing that it would vanish.
It remained.
He picked it up between his thumb and first finger. A malicious grin donned the lips of Furiza.
There, in his very hand was the power to regain all he had lost and get his revenge.
Seven~*
As far as I know... No one has a story with the same plot as mine. But what the hell if they do...its fanfiction...
This fic will have tons of romance in it. It will be A/U. It will start out after Goku comes back to earth and from Yardaratt (or however you spell it) and gets the serum for his heart from Trunks.
Oh yeah...I RARELY do summaries (except for past info or Lemon warnings) So tough luck.you are in the dark about the future. Anyways...I hope you like it. If you don't like it then that is fine too. Flames are welcome but DON'T Flame me and not tell me why you didn't like it. I absolutely fucking hate those "This story sucked." Flames. It will only piss me off and I will have to rant about you. If there are errors in spelling or you think you have some constructive criticism or ideas that would be useful to me, then please email me. Please review.
Fallen World
Prologue
Out of HFIL
The sound of torture...the echo of anguished screams...the smell of blood, permeating the air. It would be heaven if he wasn't one of the tortured.
He was in the deepest hell of HFIL because of his dark soul. In this hell, five minutes on earth was the equivalent 5 months.
His demons finished their daily ministrations and he closed his eyes as they left. He lay on his side in a pool of his own blood, his bones, twisted and broken into painful contortions. The flames licked at his already scorched flesh. Burning slowly. Time didn't flow anymore. It oozed. The pain oozed and his blood oozed. HFIL was like that.
The need for revenge burned in his chest much like his flesh and questions plagued his mind as usual.
'That boy... where had he come from?. Where had he attained such magnificent power? Why the hell did his face seem so much like Vegeta's?? How could I be defeated?!?...How long have I been here? It doesn't matter any more...My body is useless, My power...long gone... My soul...well...My soul is the only thing I have left and it will have to endure THIS forever.'
'Forever...I am damned here forever...'
'I would sell my soul and live in slavery to a far worse hell for a chance to get back at those damned idiots who sent me here to rot in my own festering flesh'. He thought to himself with a growl that was quickly stopped as he coughed up blood . It was bad enough trying to breath let alone vocalizing. 'CURSE THIS BROKEN BODY!!! WHY DO I HAVE TO BREATH ANYWAY!? I AM ALREADY DEAD!!!'
"You have to breathe because here in HFIL we try to make you as uncomfortable as possible...You would? Wouldn't you?..." a feminine voice inquired as it entered his mind. (think of the voice of HIM in powerpuff girls)
'I would what?...Who are you?! What are you doing in my mind!?'
"Who am I?" chuckled the sinister entity "Let's just say I am your fairy godmother...here to strike a deal."
'What deal?'
"Why.Your soul for revenge of course?...Sweet...Blissful revenge..." it offered casually "All you have to do is say 'My soul is yours' out loud and you will have all the revenge your little heart desires."
'Will I be allowed the freedom to choose my revenge?'
"Eh... Why not?" said the voice impassively.
"DONE!" he spat and then choked.
"So soon?" it cooed. "Oooooh! I think I like you already, baby!" it exclaimed, impersonating the voice of a southern gospel preacher "Now say da words an your ticket outta here will be right in fronta yo nose!"
He coughed up the blood that was obstructing his vocal chords and groaned.
"My....." he coughed again. "My soul...is..."
"Yes..." it returned back to the feminine voice.
He turned his head and spit out more blood and then vomited. "My...soul...is..."
"Hurry up." It called in a singsong voice
"YOURS!!" he screamed as his scratchy voice faded and he vomited again before he passed out into sweet oblivion.
He groaned and coughed What a fucked up dream!! He thought as he opened his eyes halfway focusing on the stones in front of him and then shot open in disbelief...and there...on the floor of the dungeon where he was doomed to spend the rest of eternity was a small box opened up in front of him. Seven tiny black spheres, no bigger than a centimeter presented his reflection in blaze that engulfed half of his body. He squinted, trying to decide weather the objects in front of him were real.
He dared to touch one, fearing that it would vanish.
It remained.
He picked it up between his thumb and first finger. A malicious grin donned the lips of Furiza.
There, in his very hand was the power to regain all he had lost and get his revenge.
Seven~*