STAR: Hey guys! Star here :3 And well I decided to start writing a new story. The story idea has been nagging at me for a while now and I finally got around to writing it. Well This has an OC character in this story, But trust me It won't hopefully suck. You'll Be surprised what I have Planned for this story. You might be really confuzzled during the first chapter but trust me you will under stand soon.
Vegeta: I swear, Don't make me how I was in your other story your writing.
Star: *Smirks* No promises
Vegeta: Crap, Im screwed aren't I
Star: Yep pretty much *Skips off to computer singing Pyromania*
"No, Answer, Answer God Damnit!" Please... Please answer... Again the room was filled with scilence
Growling in frustration, I threw my scouter to the floor. I guess what he says is true, He's dead. Then it hit me, He's dead, the last person that I care about, the last person who makes me feel safe, the only person that cares about me! But now he's dead and gone and its all of "HIS" fault! My dad would be dead if it wasn't for "HIM," Tears threatened to fall as the gathered in my eyes.
"NO! I will not cry" I yelled into the air. I refuse to show weakness. My dad would be ashamed of me to see me cry. I must be strong, I must be strong for him.
A knock on the door brought me from my thoughts. "Are you ok in there pet," A snake -like voice called from the other side of the door.
I growled but quickly stopped myself afraid that he would hear.
"I'm very sorry about your father, truly"
I almost screamed out that it was part of your fault that his is now dead, but again I stopped myself.
I knew defiance would only anger him. When I replied my voice was only above a small whisper, "Yes, Im fine, Ill be out in a few minutes, Sir."
"Good, now clean yourself up. I expect you In the Throne room in 20 minutes, Be there a second late, and well... you know what happens then. Don't you? Pet"
"Yes sir, Thank you sir." I replied
I let out a breath I didn't know I holding when I heard his footsteps fade away from the bathroom door. I'm so sick and tired of being stuck in this hell hole. But now all of my chances are gone, now that my dad is dead. I still could get over the fact that he's finally gone.
Sighing I turned on the water to the shower, And stripped out of my armor. Wincing as I pulled it over my head. I hated taking off my armor, I felt safe when I was wearing it. Also it was the last this I had to remember my dad, The day before he left on the mission he gave me a White chest plate, with Black Shoulder pads with a Blood red Symbol on the left brest plate, and a Royal Blue spandex. I carefully set it down like it was glass, afraid that it would break. I stared at the chest piece, Getting lost in thought about if "HE" was still here. How my life would have been so much different.
Finally after getting all of the armor of, I took a step into the huge shower closing the door behind me. I turned the water to the coldest setting. satisfied with the tempetur, I allowed myself to relax a little, letting the ice cold flow over my body. The thin walls of the shower protection me from the outside world, But also trapping me in. How I hated the idea of being in a cage.
Shaking off the thought I took a look at all of different selection of shampoo. I pick up the first blue Blue one, "Looks like my hair is going to smell like fruity Citrus?" I guess not really caring. Rubbing the pink mixture into my spiky long blonde hair.
Not wanting to leave the freezing water anything soon, But then I remember I only had 20 minutes to be in the Throne Room. Remembering the last time I was late sent a shiver down my spine. My hand brushed over the scar on my left hip, that would never heal, just like the rest of the scars covering my body, each with their own story, that wakes me up at night screaming.
Finlay It took a lot of courage to step out of my safe ice box haven, My tail grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my slim waist, taking note that im not eating as much as I should. I could count every one of my ribs, But that doesn't mean I can fight and kick ass. Smirking to myself about yesterdays training.
/FLASHBACK/
I felt power surge through my veins as I took on 20 bots at once, Adding 173 bots destroyed for today. I stood back and admired my work, as bits of bots layed scatter around the floor.
But a frown was soon replaced my smile as a firmer scent hit my nose. Zarbon I thought. Zarbon walked into my personal training room laughing "Do you really think 173 bots is impressive?"
I growled at him crossing my arms and sending him a deadly glare. I didn't reply
"How pathetic , such a disgrace to your race."
"I'd like to see you take out 173 bots in a few seconds" I spat out. I have only seen Zarbon fight once, but he killed the attacks with such ease I just thought the attackers were weaklings
"Is that a challenge Brat?"
Again I stayed silent.
"Fine I will show you the power of an Elite", He went over towards the middle of the room turning the gravity onto 200 times normal gravity.
I immediately fell face first onto the floor not use to anything over 100 times normal gravity. It strained all my muscles to lift my head. It was a challenge to lift my head but to keep it up was far harder. All parts of my body was screaming in pain but I refused to be overcome by the pain. I looked at Zarbon and I saw that he wasn't even dazed by the gravity change
He pressed a few buttons on the control panal, before I could blink the room was filled with more robots than I have ever beat in my life, let alone seen.
Without hesitation he started powering up. The flare of power around him was taking out robots if they got too close, smashing them into nothing but dust. As his power raised so did the flare around him. It was taking out robots left and right.
Never in my life have I seen so much power
I'm sure if I could move I would have ran out of the room by now, but the gravity kept me in place. I could only stare in shock. Before I knew it the whole room was empty, like none of the robots existed.
He smirked as he walked over to me.
I let my head fall back to the ground looking to my right.
I winced as he squatted down next to me and ran his hand over my hair.
"Now you see the power of an élite, and you also see the different between me and you? And you think in strong, well the person your call lord/Sir/Master is far stronger than me. Maybe even more than 10 times my full power is just him without powering up, and if your stuiped monkey mind didn't process that, then let me just say that's around 30 or so times your father's power level
I layed speechless unable to admit defeat.
He turned to leave.
NO! I thought, I will not be embarrassed like this. Using every last bit of strength in my body I stood up. My body threaten to collapse, broken at any moment. Shoulders sagged, legs spred slowing sliding toward the ground from the gravity, I winced as I spoke,
"One day I will be stronger than you, And when that day comes I will kill every one of you bastards, and leave you for dead".
As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. Zarbon turned around, and evil grin on his face. On the outside I stode still, But on the inside I was trembling with fear.
Pain blossomed in my stomach as A strong knee connected with my stomach probley tearing a few muscles as it snapped almost through my body. I doubled over in pain unable to breathe with the pain in my stomach and the gratation pushing on my bleeding insides.
I thought he left at first but A fist contacted with my jaw faster than I could process the attack told me he was still here. I was thrown back against the wall, sliding down the wall from the gravity pressure. Just showing how much stronger they are then I am. Blood flooded from my split lip, my lower face swelling up.
No tears I said, No tears, no weakness. He walked over to my limp body one again. He grabbed my chin, using his finger to wipe away some of the blood spilling from the cut. Never, And I mean Never, Speak about that ever again.
I spit blood onto that pretty face of his.
A sharp stinging feeling spread over my face as his hand contacted with my already bruised face.
With that, he stood up and walked out of the room, Flinging that annoying braid over his shoulder as he left was the last thing I saw before Darkness took over me passing out, still holding my weakened stomach
/END FLASHBACK/
I remember waking up a few days later In the medical wing, scared to death, screaming my head off as I woke from a Nightmare, But I wouldn't calm down untill I felt a sharp still in my right arm. Looking down I saw the glint of a shot before I felt dizzy. Again I fell into A deep sleep, never wanting to wake again.
First chance I get im breaking out of this prison, If it's the last thing I do, Even If I die trying.
Star: MAHAHA No one gets whats going on but me HEHE (sorry) you'll understand next chapter hopefully. I wish I could update/write more to this chapter but school is really stressing me out so, Merry Christmas, and enjoy this story, Sorry If there is a lot of mistakes I wrote it pretty fast.
Vegeta: WHAT! I'm not even In this chapter! Dude what the hell? I thought I was the Main character for this story
Star: Well sorry to rain on your parade but no you're not the main character at the moment
Vegeta: *mumble to self*
Star: Anyways PLEASE RATE AND REVIEW, and let me know what you think and If I should continue. STAR OUT!
