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Loneliness
Eating me inside
It's burning me alive.
I'm traveling in my mind
And flying through a thousand lonely souls that cry
In swamps of evil lies
We're closer to the truth now.
Take me home.
(Closer to the Truth by Cryoshell)
Never before had he wished for death.
He'd always accepted the possibility that he might die. He'd never feared it. But he certainly hadn't wished for it.
He opened his eyes, trying to dispel the haze and pounding in his head.
Where am I? Am I alive?
Slowly – painfully slowly – his vision cleared and the headache became bearable.
Then, he remembered.
He shot to his feet and stumbled through the debris of a once lively and beautiful town. It took him about ten minutes to find his companion.
Covered in blood and dust, there lay a prince who once stood for something. Some weeks ago, he'd proclaimed his title: The Prince of all Saiyans.
He knelt beside the prince who once stood for pride, for strength, for arrogance.
But what could he stand for if he couldn't stand?
"Vegeta," he called, his dry throat abusing any words forthcoming, "Ve…geta, you can't die…We're the last ones left. You can't-"
A coughing fit cut off his speech. He wearily glared at the blood accumulating on his sleeve. Blood was all he ever saw blood. The blood of others. Blood spilled without cause.
"Save your breath, kid."
He shivered. That voice – both of their voices – sounded like ice. But he rose from the ground nonetheless.
The next second, they were on him like flies.
He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was moving. He was thrashing. He was screaming. But he'd never call this fighting. Piccolo would be ashamed…
Piccolo.
Images of his dead mentor merged with the faces of his tormentors.
"RAAH!"
Fire coursed through his veins. He had to get rid of it. He had to dispose of the guilt and the rage before they consumed him.
He had to unleash it all on THEM.
He managed to get in a couple of hits, but the battle soon became one-sided again. He went on kicking and shrieking for what seemed like hours. Everything blurred together, save for one thought.
They must die.
And suddenly, he was on the ground again. Panting and staring at the two androids with wild eyes. They stared right back at him with looks bordering disbelief.
He looked down at his hands and was shocked to see a pulsing golden aura around them.
Without another thought, he flung himself back into battle.
And here goes my take on the Mirai timeline! Next chapter should be longer.
Review...or else androids.