The Cruelty of Fate
a Dragon Ball Vignette
by Torankusu Senshi
At first, there was nothing. Then, there was Ghost.
Ghost Gotenks, to be exact. He had been spit from the Creator's mouth into the void. Quickly, he realized that he had no head. He was a pretty quick little ghost. This had to be rectified, so he grabbed at the stubby top of his neck with his hands clumsily. He then pulled out a head from the rest of him. Bait was pink today, and staring at him like if he was a spider. Too bad, he was scarier.
"Hiii! I'm a ghost!"
Bait simply blinked at him, looking back and forth between the Creator and him with apprehension. Bait was a stupid man. He looked funny, too. Ghost Gotenks took a quick look around his surroundings, then nodded smugly. It was just as he had thought, he was the scariest one here. The Creator wasn't scary at all, Bait was pink (?!), and there was some stupid looking green dude in the corner. He didn't matter, nobody that dressed like that would, anyway. After all, he was a ghost!
He was the most terrifying thing to ever come into existence. Once he escaped this place, the world would tremble beneath him. People would run in fear, clutching their lunch boxes to their chests and hiding in the nearest corner store. His reign of terror would be unsurpassed in the annals of history!
But, of course, he needed practice. So, he did what came natural to him, being so terrifying and all. He grabbed his little ghost face and twisted it into the most vile, evil contortions his scary mind could come up with. (Which, unfortunately, was not very scary at all.)
"I'm scary! Really scary!"
Bait simply stared at him in confusion. In his mind, Ghost sighed. What had he expected? Bait was Bait, uncultured swine. This brand of terror was probably just too intense for his mind to comprehend. Hence, he didn't seem very scared.
This put Ghost into a very good mood. He spun around in midair happily. Again, that confused look came over Bait's face. This one was good at hiding terror! Such a challenge. The Ghost blood in him cringed at the thought of such a battle. This would be his greatest triumph, this pink blob.
The Creator stood there, arms folded. Ghost didn't much like the Creator. He was too pompous. He looked funny, too. Everybody looked funny. It was a good thing that he didn't look like that, otherwise he'd never scare anybody! Now that was a terrifying thought.
Creator pointed towards Bait.
"Ghost Gotenks! CHARGE!"
Charge?
To charge......that went against every belief he held dear. It went against all of his life long experiences. To charge would mean that his life had in fact, been futile,. that all his trials and tribulations had been for naught. Plus, he didn't want to charge Bait. Bait was a funny fellow.
To explode kamikaze style, or not to explode kamikze style.......
Charge. That one word had so much meaning, to Ghost. The culmination of his long and trying existence had finally arrived. So, he did, despite what he felt.
He charged at Bait as fast as he could. Bait didn't seem scared, in fact, he chopped Ghost on the side of the head.
Ghost had one, final thought, before he exploded, ending the short lived life tragically, and blowing up the stupid pink thing once and for all:
I'm scary.
a Dragon Ball Vignette
by Torankusu Senshi
At first, there was nothing. Then, there was Ghost.
Ghost Gotenks, to be exact. He had been spit from the Creator's mouth into the void. Quickly, he realized that he had no head. He was a pretty quick little ghost. This had to be rectified, so he grabbed at the stubby top of his neck with his hands clumsily. He then pulled out a head from the rest of him. Bait was pink today, and staring at him like if he was a spider. Too bad, he was scarier.
"Hiii! I'm a ghost!"
Bait simply blinked at him, looking back and forth between the Creator and him with apprehension. Bait was a stupid man. He looked funny, too. Ghost Gotenks took a quick look around his surroundings, then nodded smugly. It was just as he had thought, he was the scariest one here. The Creator wasn't scary at all, Bait was pink (?!), and there was some stupid looking green dude in the corner. He didn't matter, nobody that dressed like that would, anyway. After all, he was a ghost!
He was the most terrifying thing to ever come into existence. Once he escaped this place, the world would tremble beneath him. People would run in fear, clutching their lunch boxes to their chests and hiding in the nearest corner store. His reign of terror would be unsurpassed in the annals of history!
But, of course, he needed practice. So, he did what came natural to him, being so terrifying and all. He grabbed his little ghost face and twisted it into the most vile, evil contortions his scary mind could come up with. (Which, unfortunately, was not very scary at all.)
"I'm scary! Really scary!"
Bait simply stared at him in confusion. In his mind, Ghost sighed. What had he expected? Bait was Bait, uncultured swine. This brand of terror was probably just too intense for his mind to comprehend. Hence, he didn't seem very scared.
This put Ghost into a very good mood. He spun around in midair happily. Again, that confused look came over Bait's face. This one was good at hiding terror! Such a challenge. The Ghost blood in him cringed at the thought of such a battle. This would be his greatest triumph, this pink blob.
The Creator stood there, arms folded. Ghost didn't much like the Creator. He was too pompous. He looked funny, too. Everybody looked funny. It was a good thing that he didn't look like that, otherwise he'd never scare anybody! Now that was a terrifying thought.
Creator pointed towards Bait.
"Ghost Gotenks! CHARGE!"
Charge?
To charge......that went against every belief he held dear. It went against all of his life long experiences. To charge would mean that his life had in fact, been futile,. that all his trials and tribulations had been for naught. Plus, he didn't want to charge Bait. Bait was a funny fellow.
To explode kamikaze style, or not to explode kamikze style.......
Charge. That one word had so much meaning, to Ghost. The culmination of his long and trying existence had finally arrived. So, he did, despite what he felt.
He charged at Bait as fast as he could. Bait didn't seem scared, in fact, he chopped Ghost on the side of the head.
Ghost had one, final thought, before he exploded, ending the short lived life tragically, and blowing up the stupid pink thing once and for all:
I'm scary.