The Black Dragon
Volume I
Star Fazed
Chapter One – Kaleidoscope
By: Juki
Spirited. Spiralled. Vivid mind churned like a wheel, weaving fantasies of her greatest desires. The ceiling a blank canvas where her twisted mind could play with. The timid electro shock of his cerulean eyes, the bizarre yet unique rain of his violet tress, all this accompanied by the bronze packaging that of his flesh. Desirable in every aspect, she squinted her eyes in delight as images of his confession to her played within her mind. How he would confess his feelings to her, go on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage…his hot body like a blanket over body when they would make love. Her heart ached as she dreamed up more and more of these untold fetishes, that he would ever view her that way, absurd. Closing her eyes, throwing herself into the bombarding waves of love, she soon found herself drowning in it. Futile were her attempts to make him see, as age came, so did wisdom, and with wisdom…reality. Long ago, she had realized he was the far off star that she could never reach, a lot like her desire to become Super SaiyaJin. To finally be sober and not be drunk off of her own denial.
Suffering now from the wakening calls, oppressed conflict, this was her world, spinning wildly like the ceiling, if she would just open her eyes. Tension built, the ability to sleep sacrificed when she thought of him. The only console she could find as of state was that he wasn't currently acquainting with anyone, as far as she knew, and she trusted her sources. Tucking her arms underneath her head as she perched it up higher, she finally opened her eyes and accepted that the ceiling wasn't a place to maximize her dreams but only a roof to shield her from rain and snow. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder how she could ever live through the next day, facing the same struggles alone, for her struggles could not be helped but by her own hands. The world was a dismal place, especially to her. How do you find your identity? How do you know what is right and what is wrong? What is the purpose of life?
It seemed as if everyone she knew had already found answers to those questions.
All she knew was…when she attained her goals, she would then find out who she
really is. Until then, she would simply drift about like a piece of wood in the
ocean. One thing she was certain of was that she was no longer a child, being
twenty-four and growing older by the minute, she had lost all pieces of
childishness and if he was too blind to see that she is indeed a woman, there
was nothing she could do but wait and hope until he opened his eyes. Scrunching
her hair in her hands, she shifted and decided to move her head down onto her
pillow and roll over onto her side. Throwing her arms over her head and into
her hair, curling it around her finger, the silky obsidian, she sighed and
closed her eyes as new wishes came into her mind.
"If only…" She whispered out into the silence then completed the sentence inwardly, curled up into a ball and yearned all the more the touch of a man next to her bed, cradling her. His warmth, gentle touch; grazing fingertips. Soon found the comfort of the pillow, she nestled up to it and for a moment pretended that the softness of the pillow where of his shoulder and that her own arm straying across her abdomen in comfort was his arm possessively holding her in the whims of his presence. How magical would the night be if it were so that she could sleep next to him. How she could please him so.
At long last, drifted off to the night as her spirit came out and played while her body rested. It was known as sleeping. A crazy image that her brain would conclude in her mind, a dream, and she soon found herself in a bleak place…a giant window looking over the infinite universe. A kaleidoscope sat firmly attached to a stand planted onto the ground. She eyed around the place and found nothing, to the window, the stars, then curiosity sank in like teeth and found herself kneeling down near the eyepiece of the large kaleidoscope that faced the window. As she closed one eye and peered in with the next, the wonderful and colourful spinning of the shapes, symmetrical shapes, embarked. Her knees growing tired but her eyes not, she sat down and drew the eyepiece down lower with her. As she aimed the kaleidoscope in another angle, shapes started shifting as a soft but confident voice came over her. "You like what you see…" She nodded and kept her eye glued in place. "To see everything symmetrical…and beautiful…and knowing what will happen." She nodded again as if a reflex.
The shapes had faded and came simply the stars in the sky maximized a thousand times as she could start seeing more details. A rugged star, aged and wise, sat still as its claws of magma rose up and clawed at the darkness. The voice had stopped yet she had not as she turned the kaleidoscope to another angle, more towards the left as the image of them making love came. She did not pull away as her mind screamed at her to close her eye. She stared on…and as if it were real, felt the heat and his breath. Through her distraction, she nudged the large white cone piece a millimetre off of course…and soon the vision subsided. The surge of life emitted as she peered in, a figure a lot similar to her own, golden tress spiralling confidently in the air as spirited emerald eyes flashed in triumph. An image of her in Super SaiyaJin. Her lips spread in awe as she looked on, saw her own powers, felt it, sensed it. Was it possible? Abruptly, a brilliant light shown through and she quickly looked away, seeing black spots in that one eye for it had almost blinded her in its glory. Sitting in the darkness, afraid to look back in the kaleidoscope again, she simply spun the white cone around in a nonchalant matter while she looked about the atmosphere again. She was no longer in that room, but sitting in the gravity and airless sky. The window had opened and it was as if she had flown out of her place with the kaleidoscope, she did not recognize where she sat. Just as she looked around, time seemed to slow as a stationary object ten metres away sat immobile, drifting, and within the small confines of it, the face of a man…lost…confused… then as quickly as time slowed down, it quickened and this stationary object began to move and dart across the sky like a shooting star. She watched as it came across her, flew right in front of her and felt the propel of it push her back a few steps. Watched as it soar towards the little blue ball with a large yellow star glittering in its glory, saw it spiral down and down and pass the blue ball's little moon…drifting closer and closer into atmosphere…
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He shielded his head as he lost control of everything. Simply waited for the impact that would bring him to his demise and simply shielded his head for the sake of not seeing what is to come. No sense of direction as it veered across the atmosphere, glowed hot as it went through the o-zone layer and gravity pulling it downwards. The small rocket, delicate and brittle, bad shape and broken, darted boundlessly. Feeling the jolt as the rocket lifted slightly from the air that went against it, then peered through his hands to find something white nearing. At his final effort, he steered it quickly to the left, hoping to miss the big white blob. The resounding crash echoed throughout the whole seven acres of land that stretched across the countryside once the little rocket rammed into the surface of the earth.
She jumped awake at the sound outside her window and quickly pulled on her robe and went towards the balcony. The sound had woken up half of the people in the residence and she being the closest and the first, jumped off the balcony and levitated to the smoky crater formed inside the backyard of Capsule Corp. As the smog cleared, a small metal rocket became visible, or what was left of the rocket for its metals twisted and dented, its bolts and nails broken. Her barefoot descended upon the cold dewy grass as she neared it, and immediately…déjà vu. She had seen this rocket…in her dream, saw it propel past her to the small blue ball close to the yellow star and sailed past its little moon. Had she just seen a revelation? Foreshadowed it? Foresaw it? To her knowledge, there should be a man in it…to who it was, she was uncertain for it was not in detail, her dream.
The ringing in his ear would not subside, as he knocked up against the door weakly with his blood-covered hand. Crimson handprint across the glass as he pressed it up against the surface. As he finally succeeded in opening the glass dome that was his door, hissing came as air spilled into his small hydrogen filled rocket…flammable…he could smell it, coughed as he pulled at the top, trying to climb out as he braced his head with his left hand. A low grunt emitted from deep within his throat as he managed to pull half of his body over the side of the rocket opening then simply fell down head first onto the ground. Bang. His head met up to the hard metal once he landed, from the impact of his head to the metal, knocked him further away.
She cautiously walked up towards it and then halted when she heard a bang. Turning towards it, she tried to thin away the smoke that emitted from the ship by waving her hands around. She noticed a heap of violet and indigo on the ground pooled with a puddle of scarlet that seemed to ooze out from the head region. Quickening her steps, she carefully slid down the crater and then rolled down onto her knees by tripping over his leg. Shaking her head and rubbing her ankle, she quickly ignored her own minor injuries to the man on the ground curled up in a ball, gripping his head with his hands. Hearing the hissing sound from the rocket, she quickly rolled the man over to find him still in a ball. "We need to get out of here, now!" She said as she grabbed him by the arm. He released one arm and fell limp as she scoped him up and threw him over her shoulder. Shooting as fast as she could out of there, she peered down to find that Bulma had things taken care of with the leaking gas. She descended quickly and was soon encircled by people as she laid the limp body onto the grass.
He laid there, long violet tress in disarray as he suffered several severe injuries to his head. He could barely open his eyes as he looked around him and saw blurs. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes to find that it only worsened. Trying to rise, he felt hands on him and soon darkness became his light and light history. Occasionally feeling a jolt and the agonizing sting to his head, he felt not much but that he seemed to be upside down and blood was rushing to his head…