Dedications and disclaimer:
God, beside faith, hope, and love, You've given me the ability to write and I hope that all my writings reflect You in some way- if only Your creative nature- but hopefully much more.
Serenity, I love you more deeply than words can reach. Without you this fic would not have been possible. Forgive my foolishness, as you always have. On a less serious note, what's a silly la? (
I don't own anything related to the Sailor Moon or Dragonball Z universes. I apologize for the misspelling and misuse of names.
Note: I changed continuity just a little for Vegita's part, and was unclear on Serena's. If this bothers you, feel free to flame me until your fingers fall off, because frankly my dear fan kids, I don't give a rip. There are precisely two people whose criticism I would pay attention to (and you know who you are), and I hope they do have something to say, whether in praise or instruction. Both are welcome and will be received with grace. I do hope everyone enjoys this fic. I have excuses if you don't. Anyway, as they say, "On with the show!"
1 Chapter One: Midnight
It wasn't unlike Serena to be down. It wasn't at all unlike of her to be down over a certain male specimen, who tended to cause her a lot of grief, yet by his very being could cause her infinitely more joy. But this time was unlike the others, because it was the first time that Serena had ever become truly bitter.
She hated everything. Everything stunk. Her family stunk, the world stunk, her friends and their empty words of comfort stunk. But most of all, (and this was the most bitter part of all) she stunk. She hated what she was! She couldn't explain it, but somewhere, bound up in the sinews of her soul, there was flaw. An incurable internal disease that beat her and all she loved down into a pit of despair.
Gone. Darian- gone. It seemed that everything good, everything worth living for was blocked by gray clouds covering her eyes. Would she ever be able to see again? She asked herself, "Will the sun ever rise again?" That kind of thing made tears spill out of her eyes... and she was sick of crying. It stunk too.
Slowly dark thoughts began to creep into her mind. Why did the world stink? If the whole world stunk, why go on living? If the whole world stunk, why bother to endure it, and face it's mocking twists of fate? She imagined, only for a moment, that she was holding a weapon… and she would slay herself with it. Could she do that? Could she take her own life? Yet it seemed like she had already done it once before… once before she had taken her life. But that didn't make sense. She shook her head.
'Too much' she thought. 'It's just too much.'
And with that thought, it seemed that imagination became reality, and she was really holding a weapon… was it a dagger? No, it couldn't be… a gun? No… she couldn't make shape of it… it didn't change, and yet it didn't stay the same either.
'How beautiful' she thought, and then the Princess of the Moon committed suicide.
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Screaming. The planet was screaming. It was like a little miniature hell right in Vegeta's own backyard. Somehow, the location didn't seem convenient.
The main continent split, and cracked down the middle from north to south. Other cracks branched off from it- tributaries to the great river of fire. The ocean's warred, the molten rock churned, the atmosphere dissipated, and life saw its end in that part of the universe. With the scream of a million riddles being ripped from their homes, the atoms that held the planet Namek together flew apart, burning with the cosmic fire that keeps riddles from flying free.
Amidst the chaos, a tiny spot of light fled from the destruction. Fled, but not in fear. No, fear was not potent enough to drive the being that piloted the little ship. It fled under the influence of absolute hatred towards those lives that caused this catastrophe.
The little ship sped away, away from the chaos, the destruction, the terrible catastrophe that would haunt the dreams of many lives for years. Not the least of those lives was Vegita. How hot had his rage been! Now, everything seemed cold. Space, the ship, his mind and heart- all desolate and cold. Empty. That was the word for it. Absolutely void. Where once a great hatred and rivalry had fueled the furnace of his soul, he now found a pile of ashes… evidence of a fire now gone.
Why? Why did it all have to come crumbling down like that? Why would there be creatures like Frieza in the universe who would be so evil… why would the very object of his… hatred? No, not hatred. He couldn't ever hate Goku. But thinking that he had… telling himself "I hate Goku," that had been his drive. Now it was gone. And worst of all, why did he see so much of his own self when he closed his eyes and imagined Frieza. That was the greatest torture- thinking that he was in some small way akin or connected to that vile agent of evil.
Where? That question suddenly occupied his mind. Where would he go now? Certainly not back to Earth. Not yet. He couldn't go back immediately… he needed time. To do what, he didn't know. In some way, he knew it was entirely foolish and irrational, yet the fact was, he didn't care. He could fly his little ship straight into a sun and not care until the heat actually began to burn him. He just didn't care anymore. There was nothing left to care about, nothing left to hate… or nothing worth hating.
In his muddled thoughts, he subconsciously steered towards a planet, or perhaps a large moon or asteroid. He didn't look at it carefully. It was simply near, and he wanted to stop and find some way to cast off his exhaustion, though he knew he would never sleep. Had he looked, he would have seen a desolate wasteland. Full of craters and dull, reddish-gray stone that stretched flat for the entire surface, excepting the craters.
He touched down, and glanced at the atmospheric lights. Everything green, he got out, and began to walk. Trudge was a better word. He moved reluctantly a hundred paces, and then he broke into a run. Under different circumstances, it might have been funny to see. He had no form; it was as if his body was at war with itself. His arms flailed violently, beating his body, while his legs flung themselves in more or less forward directions. His head back, his eyes closed, he moved this way until he came to the unexpected edge of the crater. With a cry that screamed pure, blind, foolish hatred at the universe, he fell in, and scraped his way down to the bottom.
Bleeding a bit, Vegita let go of something he had held onto for a long time- a tear. It fell into the dull black dust, the remains of some asteroid. He sobbed silently into the unsympathetic terrain.
Curses that you couldn't imagine erupted from Vegita's mouth. He was vomiting them up, pure filth and hatred that he wanted so badly to have again, and hated in its current state. He wished that there were some way to escape- somewhere better to go… and his wish came true. Before him appeared an old rusty shack. No smoke, no lights, no special effects, it just appeared, so suddenly that Vegita thought he had missed it. The shack glowed silver, with some inner light. Vegita reached out a hand- an exercise in futility- the shack was about 7 feet away. He crawled, then staggered, and finally walked up to the shack. He examined it, and found a brightly colored keypad. He pushed a button. Then another. He pushed them all, then mashed the keypad with his hand. No response.
In a resurfacing bit of his previous rage, Vegita summoned up an energy sphere and blew a hole in the wall. He stepped in through it. Inside he discovered that he was in a room that couldn't possibly have fit in the shack, and was standing on some glowing blue Frisbees. That's what he thought of them as: Frisbees. Circles arranged in a larger circle, above and below him.
He looked around, and found another control panel, similar to the one he'd dealt with outside. He pushed a button. A door slid shut. Vegita's attention snapped to the place. He laughed a bit at that- that the door had been open, merely on another side. To think he had expended his energy to get inside. To get inside? Why did he want to be inside? It seemed foolish now. He pushed the same button as before, planning to leave through the door. Instead, the room began to hum. Not an electronic hum, or mechanical hum- a musical hum. A vocal hum. It sounded like a girl's voice, singing a beautiful, simple tune. It repeated itself, gradually getting a faster tempo. Vegita was mesmerized. It seemed like all he could think about was the tune… it overpowered him. It overpowered his mind, his body, the very core of his being was overwhelmed, and he forgot that he was an empty vagabond of a destroyed planet, or part of the remnant of Super Saiyans, or even Vegita. He just wanted to hear this tune to its completion.
In his rapture, he didn't notice that the Frisbees had begun to glow more intensely, and appeared to spin in their radiance.
The tune gained speed.
Vegita's mind was reeling, caught up in a music no one could have ever imagined or understood.
The tune was rapid, but still fluid, somehow. Like the notes were made out of woven water.
The Frisbees shot up, making columns of light, surrounding Vegita, going through him.
The tune reached a terminal velocity, and continued at an impossibly fast yet somehow legato pace. Time didn't exist anymore for Vegita- only the tune. Then the entire room flashed silvery blue, and Vegita was taken away… far away.
God, beside faith, hope, and love, You've given me the ability to write and I hope that all my writings reflect You in some way- if only Your creative nature- but hopefully much more.
Serenity, I love you more deeply than words can reach. Without you this fic would not have been possible. Forgive my foolishness, as you always have. On a less serious note, what's a silly la? (
I don't own anything related to the Sailor Moon or Dragonball Z universes. I apologize for the misspelling and misuse of names.
Note: I changed continuity just a little for Vegita's part, and was unclear on Serena's. If this bothers you, feel free to flame me until your fingers fall off, because frankly my dear fan kids, I don't give a rip. There are precisely two people whose criticism I would pay attention to (and you know who you are), and I hope they do have something to say, whether in praise or instruction. Both are welcome and will be received with grace. I do hope everyone enjoys this fic. I have excuses if you don't. Anyway, as they say, "On with the show!"
1 Chapter One: Midnight
It wasn't unlike Serena to be down. It wasn't at all unlike of her to be down over a certain male specimen, who tended to cause her a lot of grief, yet by his very being could cause her infinitely more joy. But this time was unlike the others, because it was the first time that Serena had ever become truly bitter.
She hated everything. Everything stunk. Her family stunk, the world stunk, her friends and their empty words of comfort stunk. But most of all, (and this was the most bitter part of all) she stunk. She hated what she was! She couldn't explain it, but somewhere, bound up in the sinews of her soul, there was flaw. An incurable internal disease that beat her and all she loved down into a pit of despair.
Gone. Darian- gone. It seemed that everything good, everything worth living for was blocked by gray clouds covering her eyes. Would she ever be able to see again? She asked herself, "Will the sun ever rise again?" That kind of thing made tears spill out of her eyes... and she was sick of crying. It stunk too.
Slowly dark thoughts began to creep into her mind. Why did the world stink? If the whole world stunk, why go on living? If the whole world stunk, why bother to endure it, and face it's mocking twists of fate? She imagined, only for a moment, that she was holding a weapon… and she would slay herself with it. Could she do that? Could she take her own life? Yet it seemed like she had already done it once before… once before she had taken her life. But that didn't make sense. She shook her head.
'Too much' she thought. 'It's just too much.'
And with that thought, it seemed that imagination became reality, and she was really holding a weapon… was it a dagger? No, it couldn't be… a gun? No… she couldn't make shape of it… it didn't change, and yet it didn't stay the same either.
'How beautiful' she thought, and then the Princess of the Moon committed suicide.
******************************************************
Screaming. The planet was screaming. It was like a little miniature hell right in Vegeta's own backyard. Somehow, the location didn't seem convenient.
The main continent split, and cracked down the middle from north to south. Other cracks branched off from it- tributaries to the great river of fire. The ocean's warred, the molten rock churned, the atmosphere dissipated, and life saw its end in that part of the universe. With the scream of a million riddles being ripped from their homes, the atoms that held the planet Namek together flew apart, burning with the cosmic fire that keeps riddles from flying free.
Amidst the chaos, a tiny spot of light fled from the destruction. Fled, but not in fear. No, fear was not potent enough to drive the being that piloted the little ship. It fled under the influence of absolute hatred towards those lives that caused this catastrophe.
The little ship sped away, away from the chaos, the destruction, the terrible catastrophe that would haunt the dreams of many lives for years. Not the least of those lives was Vegita. How hot had his rage been! Now, everything seemed cold. Space, the ship, his mind and heart- all desolate and cold. Empty. That was the word for it. Absolutely void. Where once a great hatred and rivalry had fueled the furnace of his soul, he now found a pile of ashes… evidence of a fire now gone.
Why? Why did it all have to come crumbling down like that? Why would there be creatures like Frieza in the universe who would be so evil… why would the very object of his… hatred? No, not hatred. He couldn't ever hate Goku. But thinking that he had… telling himself "I hate Goku," that had been his drive. Now it was gone. And worst of all, why did he see so much of his own self when he closed his eyes and imagined Frieza. That was the greatest torture- thinking that he was in some small way akin or connected to that vile agent of evil.
Where? That question suddenly occupied his mind. Where would he go now? Certainly not back to Earth. Not yet. He couldn't go back immediately… he needed time. To do what, he didn't know. In some way, he knew it was entirely foolish and irrational, yet the fact was, he didn't care. He could fly his little ship straight into a sun and not care until the heat actually began to burn him. He just didn't care anymore. There was nothing left to care about, nothing left to hate… or nothing worth hating.
In his muddled thoughts, he subconsciously steered towards a planet, or perhaps a large moon or asteroid. He didn't look at it carefully. It was simply near, and he wanted to stop and find some way to cast off his exhaustion, though he knew he would never sleep. Had he looked, he would have seen a desolate wasteland. Full of craters and dull, reddish-gray stone that stretched flat for the entire surface, excepting the craters.
He touched down, and glanced at the atmospheric lights. Everything green, he got out, and began to walk. Trudge was a better word. He moved reluctantly a hundred paces, and then he broke into a run. Under different circumstances, it might have been funny to see. He had no form; it was as if his body was at war with itself. His arms flailed violently, beating his body, while his legs flung themselves in more or less forward directions. His head back, his eyes closed, he moved this way until he came to the unexpected edge of the crater. With a cry that screamed pure, blind, foolish hatred at the universe, he fell in, and scraped his way down to the bottom.
Bleeding a bit, Vegita let go of something he had held onto for a long time- a tear. It fell into the dull black dust, the remains of some asteroid. He sobbed silently into the unsympathetic terrain.
Curses that you couldn't imagine erupted from Vegita's mouth. He was vomiting them up, pure filth and hatred that he wanted so badly to have again, and hated in its current state. He wished that there were some way to escape- somewhere better to go… and his wish came true. Before him appeared an old rusty shack. No smoke, no lights, no special effects, it just appeared, so suddenly that Vegita thought he had missed it. The shack glowed silver, with some inner light. Vegita reached out a hand- an exercise in futility- the shack was about 7 feet away. He crawled, then staggered, and finally walked up to the shack. He examined it, and found a brightly colored keypad. He pushed a button. Then another. He pushed them all, then mashed the keypad with his hand. No response.
In a resurfacing bit of his previous rage, Vegita summoned up an energy sphere and blew a hole in the wall. He stepped in through it. Inside he discovered that he was in a room that couldn't possibly have fit in the shack, and was standing on some glowing blue Frisbees. That's what he thought of them as: Frisbees. Circles arranged in a larger circle, above and below him.
He looked around, and found another control panel, similar to the one he'd dealt with outside. He pushed a button. A door slid shut. Vegita's attention snapped to the place. He laughed a bit at that- that the door had been open, merely on another side. To think he had expended his energy to get inside. To get inside? Why did he want to be inside? It seemed foolish now. He pushed the same button as before, planning to leave through the door. Instead, the room began to hum. Not an electronic hum, or mechanical hum- a musical hum. A vocal hum. It sounded like a girl's voice, singing a beautiful, simple tune. It repeated itself, gradually getting a faster tempo. Vegita was mesmerized. It seemed like all he could think about was the tune… it overpowered him. It overpowered his mind, his body, the very core of his being was overwhelmed, and he forgot that he was an empty vagabond of a destroyed planet, or part of the remnant of Super Saiyans, or even Vegita. He just wanted to hear this tune to its completion.
In his rapture, he didn't notice that the Frisbees had begun to glow more intensely, and appeared to spin in their radiance.
The tune gained speed.
Vegita's mind was reeling, caught up in a music no one could have ever imagined or understood.
The tune was rapid, but still fluid, somehow. Like the notes were made out of woven water.
The Frisbees shot up, making columns of light, surrounding Vegita, going through him.
The tune reached a terminal velocity, and continued at an impossibly fast yet somehow legato pace. Time didn't exist anymore for Vegita- only the tune. Then the entire room flashed silvery blue, and Vegita was taken away… far away.