The Inevitable Enmity
Written by; Vichiko
Disclaimer; No, I DON'T own Dragonball Z!! How did you guess?!
This is the first story that I've ever written that was a real, ya' know, fighting-like story. Since the actual anime leaves out almost all of the emotion, not many people want to write about more fighting. But isn't that why we love it?! So, in this story, the Saiya-jins are sticking to their true colors. (Yeah, it's still a drama. *sigh* oh, well.)
I got most of my ideas for this story from the movies Saving Private Ryan, Mortal Combat, and Gladiator, but I don't think anyone's going to sue me for that. I hope not, at least. (This paragraph should also give you clues as to the stories plot. Hehe, teaser, teaser! ^^)
This story does have Vichaya in it, so read my 'Vichaya; Princess of the Saiya-jins' story to find out more about her. It's not complete, but I have other stories on her as well. (When this story is finished, I'll probably re-vise it so that Vichaya isn't in it, for those who just don't like original characters.)
Rated; R (high swearing, high blood, angst.)
I have no e-mail address at this time due to not being able to make up my damned mind.
Preface
It was predestined. there was no way you could escape it. Even if you tried to refuse, tried to ignore the grand reception, tried to walk away in all sanity, the magnitude of it all would set your very blood on fire. Your heart would race, sweat would pour down your crest, and your appendages would be as shamble and as useless to your escape as a worm on a hook.
That is. if you were a Saiya-jin.
Written by; Vichiko
Disclaimer; No, I DON'T own Dragonball Z!! How did you guess?!
This is the first story that I've ever written that was a real, ya' know, fighting-like story. Since the actual anime leaves out almost all of the emotion, not many people want to write about more fighting. But isn't that why we love it?! So, in this story, the Saiya-jins are sticking to their true colors. (Yeah, it's still a drama. *sigh* oh, well.)
I got most of my ideas for this story from the movies Saving Private Ryan, Mortal Combat, and Gladiator, but I don't think anyone's going to sue me for that. I hope not, at least. (This paragraph should also give you clues as to the stories plot. Hehe, teaser, teaser! ^^)
This story does have Vichaya in it, so read my 'Vichaya; Princess of the Saiya-jins' story to find out more about her. It's not complete, but I have other stories on her as well. (When this story is finished, I'll probably re-vise it so that Vichaya isn't in it, for those who just don't like original characters.)
Rated; R (high swearing, high blood, angst.)
I have no e-mail address at this time due to not being able to make up my damned mind.
Preface
It was predestined. there was no way you could escape it. Even if you tried to refuse, tried to ignore the grand reception, tried to walk away in all sanity, the magnitude of it all would set your very blood on fire. Your heart would race, sweat would pour down your crest, and your appendages would be as shamble and as useless to your escape as a worm on a hook.
That is. if you were a Saiya-jin.