Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. I don't own Vegeta. I say as much at the beginning of all my fics. It's not fair!! Anyway. I also don't own the last line of this fic. I nicked it from Silent Hill (the movie, not the game).

I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this. It's totally pointless. I just started typing to avoid doing my maths coursework, and this is what happened. Please review anyway, cause they are what keep me going. Thanks!

Flames

The young man stood, head held high, gazing uninterestedly at the white flakes floating from the sky.

To anyone that happened to glance at the sight from a distance may have thought it was a rather picturesque scene. The flame haired boy stood alone in the whiteness, snowflakes dancing around him, several skeletons of trees, bare of leaves, snow settling on their branches framed the scene. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

If they moved a little closer, they would perhaps be able to make out the faint aura surrounding the teenager, a light blue glow that radiated outwards, lighting up the snowflakes as they swirled lazily down from the sky to come to rest on the dark ground. It was beautiful.

It was also the only place with anything living left on the planet.

Glaring at the landscape, the teenager took to the air and hovered a dozen feet or so from the ground. Allowing himself one last sneer at the scene, he shot off in the direction of the city he had first arrived at. There was no one left alive now, of course there wasn't; that had been his job, and he was good at it. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a bit more fun before he had to return to the ship.

The smouldering remains of the city soon rose on the horizon; smoke trailing its way up to the miserable sky, twisting around the snowflakes still determinedly meandering their way downwards.

The fires had gone out by now; this had been his first target. He had worked his way systematically around the planet, killing and burning everything in his path.

There were a few structures still recognisable as buildings. He scowled fiercely at them, as though they had done him some great personal wrong, ignoring the fact that he was the one to have exterminated their inhabitants. They dared remain standing, dared question his power and efficiency. They were an insult to his pride, and therefore could not remain.

A look of savage determination twisting his perfect features, the glow around him intensified to an almost painful glare. He raised one hand and concentrated the aura into a glowing sphere in the palm of his hand. His lips falling into an evil smirk, he aimed and threw the ball at the last vestiges of the buildings.

The fires started up again almost instantly. One would catch light from the energy he had tossed at it and the fire would spread to another, and another, until the entire broken city was once again up in flames, another horrible reminder of why it was never a good idea to question this young man's power.

The flames shot up into the air, the snow sizzling up in milliseconds, not even droplets of water remaining. The heat spread out, causing the boy's cheeks to flush.

Ignoring this, he crossed his arms arrogantly over his chest, and watched as the fire slowly passed over a little, leaving a small portion of the city no longer alight, while the rest continued to blaze. The teenager stared at this portion now and frowned.

Purge the planet. That had been his orders, to purge the planet and cleanse it of all life. Cleanse. He glanced at the burnt up remains of the city, then to the fire twisting up into the sky, then back t the charred fractures of the city that had once stood proud. A small, rueful smirk graced his features.

Fire doesn't cleanse, it blackens.