Disclaimer: Well...I'm not significant enough to be like Akira...

Warnings: Indication of rape, sexual inclinations and stuff like that as some point in this story...

A/N: Hey all, I know, What's up with the B/V story?' well, I always wanted to do one, and I wanted to do a dark one, so here is the prelude to my story. It is a B/V & K/CC. It's set on Vegeta-sei and I', going to call Goku Kakkorot cause he wasn't shipped off to earth and don't yell at me when he isn't as dumb or as nice as normal, he wasn't brain damaged cause he never went to Earth! I also need a beta-reader...I never tried one before and I think it'll help me get everything done faster and they would and should push me to finish it cause I prolly won't if they don't. I won't go on after this unless I think you guys want me to so review! I also won't go unless I have a beta-reader...those are my only wants...Oh ya, and this is the only part with a song in it...

By Myself

Prelude

 Cold, onyx eyes glared up with betrayal at the large, crater filled full moon that hovered in all it's innocent above him, ignorant of all his pain. The humid air seemed to cut through his throat like a knife through soft fruit. His mouth shut tightly, blood curling down the inside of his cheek, where he fought to keep from screaming out the pain he felt, the burning that never went away. The worms that crawled under his skin started to eat him alive, the burning, oh, the burning! He didn't know if he could take it much longer, he didn't know if he could live much longer with his silence. The ripping of his spandex armor suit seemed to wake him from the dream, the dream of being so in control that he never felt pain, but it wasn't true. He didn't know what he was feeling, except extreme pain, all around, it fed on his heart, his mind, his sanity. It ate away at his feeling, his locked away feelings. What could do this to him? What could be so powerful to take him down without so much as a touch? He never remembered being brought down from a punch, a knee, or a kick, but words? Words seemed to be the most powerful of all things now, words, expressions, but never the touch. What happened? He didn't know, all he knew was that he was alone now....all....alone. Alone as the flames of himself licked at him hungrily, desperately.


What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again


He was alone with the sound of his tearing suit, his ripped gloves. Suddenly he lost all control, all control over everything, emotions flooded the whole of his being, he screamed all his agony at the still innocent moon, who stared him down with it's unblemished rays of soft moonlight. He felt it as a tidelwave, extreme loneliness, pain, from a few lowly, simple words, his world crashed right before his eyes. Everything he knew came crashing down with three, unpretentious words. They came through everything, and presented themselves right before his eyelids, the words were to simple, to simple...the words he had said to many times to his father, to many times when he was angry, to many times...the pain still seared at his severed heart, the walls around his being strengthened ten fold, never again was he ever going to be affected by those words, the words so readily spoken, the words I hate you...' the sound, the memory of them struck a nerve and a sudden scream of pure agony, extreme loneliness, everything he had worked for, everything! but he knew no one was listening, no one was coming to his rescue this time, no one heard...Not anymore, there's no one remaining to wipe his tears, to hold him, to love him even.


By myself I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in


One white, torn gloved fist pounded angrily into the hard ground, cracks scattered about it. The soft whispers of denial made it's way to deaf ears. He was utterly alone...he was degraded with small, paltry words that should mean nothing to him...but they meant something, they meant absolutely everything. His world, his life, his whole being thrived on receiving emotions exact opposite of the words that were spoken.


If I Turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they'll
Take from me till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer


He sunk to the ground in a heaving clump of mass, small round drops splattered to the dry, hard ground below. Short flashes of blue weaved themselves before his eyes, he couldn't take it anymore, not anymore.


How do you think I've lost so much
I'm so afraid I'm out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to
Don't you know
I can't tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do how hard I try
I can't seem to convince myself why
I'm stuck on the outside
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in


One last word was uttered as he plunged his own hand deep inside his left chest, the Prince of the Sayia-jins had been lowered to the act of extreme loneliness: rejection.

A/N: So, how did you like it? Do you want me to finish? If you do, read! And if you want to know how to have me finish then read the A/N above...::Smiles bright as everyone glares profusely at her for having to scroll back up the short screen.::