Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor the Kokiri.
This is an A/U fic, where Freeza never destroyed Planet Vegeta and Vegeta, who is almost ready to take the throne, is having severe doubts about life in general. This is told from his pessimistic point of view as he travels across the universe to Earth, where he hopes to rest in peace. Guess whose waiting for him there though…
My patience for life has dried up. I tire of it all. Day in and day out. Meaningless tasks, with meaningless purposes. Father, on his deathbed preaching to me about how to be a king. Me, on this moronic assignment to collect dues or destroy a planet. So I am here, and now it is more painfully clear than ever, that I am meant to die.
The planet Kokiri. I knew it must be important business if they were to send me, but I never expected this. The planet is comprised solely of children.
The air is soft and sweet and the smell of life is everywhere. There are no bloodstained streets, no guards keeping the poverty stricken public in order. Here, is paradise.
The children smile upon meeting me. This I find odd. No one smiles at the Grim Reaper, why should they smile at one who brings their doom? They lead me to their leader, smiling still; do they think I bring a treaty?
Ha. We have but have but one treaty to one planet, a planet that promised to supply us with the technology we needed to survive with against our enemies. Their leader, The Great Deku Tree, asks to be left alone with me. A tree as a leader, how odd. But what was I accpecting, an adult?
I ask him for his dues to our planet, our blackmail that keeps him alive. He refuses to give any money. What is he, a fool? Does he not know what will happen if I leave with no money. His voice is clear and strong, the voice of one who was old before his time, "Before you leave, I ask you to observe, with the five senses God gave you, to observe our planet. And then we shall see what kind of man you are."
Fine. I will give him his last request. I see: life. I taste: life. I hear: life. I feel: life. I smell: life. And I felt a terrible burning inside my chest. The life I was living was a mere mockery of a life. And I was living a curse.
I walked off to my ship and exited the planet. No one deserves to die. No one.
I leave the planet unbruised, and intact. I fly off into space, in front of the mirror holding my hand to my head, for the third time that day. I wish I could let a blast fly through my hand and through my head. I often have dreams of fighting accidents where it is over quickly and painlessly.
I long for this death. As I am about to set the coordinates I know so well, for my home planet I am awakened from routine, by the strong desire to go somewhere that felt more like a home.
In my mind I search for the coordinates of the treaty planet and they came, onto the computer and my ship was on its way. I'll die on a planet that I could not destroy.
I'm coming Earth. Let's end this.
So what did you think? Hmmm… :-D.
This is an A/U fic, where Freeza never destroyed Planet Vegeta and Vegeta, who is almost ready to take the throne, is having severe doubts about life in general. This is told from his pessimistic point of view as he travels across the universe to Earth, where he hopes to rest in peace. Guess whose waiting for him there though…
My patience for life has dried up. I tire of it all. Day in and day out. Meaningless tasks, with meaningless purposes. Father, on his deathbed preaching to me about how to be a king. Me, on this moronic assignment to collect dues or destroy a planet. So I am here, and now it is more painfully clear than ever, that I am meant to die.
The planet Kokiri. I knew it must be important business if they were to send me, but I never expected this. The planet is comprised solely of children.
The air is soft and sweet and the smell of life is everywhere. There are no bloodstained streets, no guards keeping the poverty stricken public in order. Here, is paradise.
The children smile upon meeting me. This I find odd. No one smiles at the Grim Reaper, why should they smile at one who brings their doom? They lead me to their leader, smiling still; do they think I bring a treaty?
Ha. We have but have but one treaty to one planet, a planet that promised to supply us with the technology we needed to survive with against our enemies. Their leader, The Great Deku Tree, asks to be left alone with me. A tree as a leader, how odd. But what was I accpecting, an adult?
I ask him for his dues to our planet, our blackmail that keeps him alive. He refuses to give any money. What is he, a fool? Does he not know what will happen if I leave with no money. His voice is clear and strong, the voice of one who was old before his time, "Before you leave, I ask you to observe, with the five senses God gave you, to observe our planet. And then we shall see what kind of man you are."
Fine. I will give him his last request. I see: life. I taste: life. I hear: life. I feel: life. I smell: life. And I felt a terrible burning inside my chest. The life I was living was a mere mockery of a life. And I was living a curse.
I walked off to my ship and exited the planet. No one deserves to die. No one.
I leave the planet unbruised, and intact. I fly off into space, in front of the mirror holding my hand to my head, for the third time that day. I wish I could let a blast fly through my hand and through my head. I often have dreams of fighting accidents where it is over quickly and painlessly.
I long for this death. As I am about to set the coordinates I know so well, for my home planet I am awakened from routine, by the strong desire to go somewhere that felt more like a home.
In my mind I search for the coordinates of the treaty planet and they came, onto the computer and my ship was on its way. I'll die on a planet that I could not destroy.
I'm coming Earth. Let's end this.
So what did you think? Hmmm… :-D.