Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT, and I don't own the world, and I don't own the characters.
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Um, well, I felt like writing something serious, so here it is. It's not exactly the series I promised *groan* but I promise I WILL be getting it up! I have a couple paragraphs done, but give me a break, I'm worn out, it's a miracle that I'm even posting today. *yawn*
Okay, everybody has their own opinion on how to spell "chi/ki" I'm simply going to recommend checking out Chelsee's "A Few Words On Spelling." I used to spell it ki, but I switched over because I find myself pronouncing "ki" like it sounds in english. Also, I find this just a bit amusing, but a bit off topic, since "Ki" is actually pronounced "Chi." Wouldn't it be safe to assume that Chi Chi's name could be spelled "Ki Ki?" I know, weird, feel free to correct me.
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Vegeta stared down at his burnt gloves. Stained with dirt and sweat. Slowly he faded out of Super Sayian. He continued to stare down at his hands. In anger he curled his fingers up. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "Beaten again by that infernal Kakarot." he growled, "Will I ever be anything more than second best?" he cried.
-Vegeta-
I sttod up and started to walk back to my house. I didn't feel like flying. Kakarot might sense my chi and come back for another "hearty" round of sparing. So I just walked back lowering my chi. After all, the only reason that pig left in the first place was to go eat, and knowing how he ate, it wouldn't take long for him to polish off a meal.
"Hey Vegeta!" I heard Kakarot yell.
"What. Do. You. Want?" I asked not even turning around.
"I thought we could finish our..." he began to say, but I cut him off.
"Forget it." I said rather rudely.
"But..." Kakarot was beginning to push my patience.
"No! I'm not in the mood to fight!" I yelled back.
-Goku-
Now call me a fool, like most people do...but that was uncharacterisic, especially for Vegeta usually he's the one that's all for the fight, eager to show me that he wouldn't be defeated, easily. This Vegeta was different, "Vegeta!" I yelled at his retreating figure, "What's the matter? Are you felling sick or something?"
"No." was the sharp reply, "Now leave me alone." Vegeta ended the remark with a sigh.
Okay...THAT freaked me out. His response had no arrogance, no attitude, nothing...It was like someone had sucked all the hot air out of him.
I decided to do as he asked, but I'd keep an eye on him.
-Vegeta-
I made my way back home. Okay, I really actually stunbled along. Something was wrong though. My heart ached for some unknown reason, maybe Bulma would know. Capsule Corp. came into view. I felt a surge of comfort. Comfort? Damn, these human ways were beginning to grow on me. After all the home is where most humans feel safest. I kept my sight on Capsule Corp. as I made my way, until my vision suddenly blurred for a second. I stopped quickly. What was wrong with me. Suddenly I felt a stab of pain in my heart. I let one cry out of my lungs before my vision blurred once again and everything went black.
When I awoke I felt myself drifting. Just floating in some sort of void. I admit I was terrified. After all, I had no control of my limbs. It felt as though they had been tied down with chains so powerful I doubt even Kakarot could break them. I struggled, but in the end my fears proved correct, there was no escape.
It was then, only after I had stopped struggling, that I realized that the scent of blood reached my nose. I opened my eyes wider as I was struck numb by the fact that I was covered in my own blood. That however wasn't the worse scent filling the air. By far the smell of death scared me more.
Apparently this wasn't the tip of the ice-berge, because shreiking and screaming started up. There were howles and cries, some alien, yet some hauntingly human.
The shreiks echoed in my mind paralizing me. I'd heard them all more times than I'd care to. They'd been etched into my mind. All those lives lost, at my hands none the less.
Where the hell was I?
I felt a fire surround me. At this point my mind pretty much went numb. Oh god, it wasn't possible was it? Was I actually dead? Was I in hell? I wished that I were anywhere but here. Home, with Bulma, and Trunks! I started to panick. I felt the hard chains be removed from my hands, I noticed that they had dug into my wrists. The same was true for my ankles. Again I heard screams of pain and torture. This was too strange I was just dreaming, I was asleep in the woods, I was simply to tired. Yeah, that was it. But the pain that was becoming increasingly more unbearable was all to real.
-Goku-
I payed a visit to Bulma. What struck me as strange was that Vegeta wasn't there. I began to get a sick feeling down in my gut. I couldn't sense Vegeta's chi. This wasn't looking very good at all. I tried to calm myself down. He was probably just lowering his chi so that I couldn't find him. I hoped.
I went in search of him. I didn't think it would do much good, but still it couldn't hurt. It didn't take long for me to find him. He was near Capsule Corp., but, my heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he wasn't moving, and his eyes were closed, on top of that, it didn't look like he was breathing. I landed quickly and knelt beside him. Fumbling with his wrist I took Vegeta's pulse. My own heart nearly stopped beating itself, there was nothing...no pulse.
-Vegeta-
I wandered around, I wondered if you were allowed to do that in hell. Or maybe you were supposed to be doing some sort of hard labor. I didn't know, I didn't care, after all I still believed I was dreaming. But that's were it stopped, because suddenly I came to with a hard grasp on reality. I was dead, and I figured it out when I came merely inches, face to face with Frieza.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I know, short, ya want me to continue? Tell me please, I like comments and I'm always open to constructive critisim.