Love of a Mortal
By AlantisB
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A/N: This is a rewritten version of the first Love of a Mortal Prologue. Please read it if you dare! Mwahaha!
'..thinking..'
"..talking.."
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"Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!"
The Bright Side of Death
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The sky was a cheerful blue and the plants on top of Kami's Lookout were brimming with life and happiness at the special care that they were given high above the Earth. Mr. Popo smiled as he picked up the water pale again and carefully gave the little flowers a drink. "It is a nice day today, just as nice as yesterday's. It is good for the flowers." He smiled slightly as he walked away from the flowers to give the other plants a drink.
A figure grinned as he spied the gypsy walk away from the flowers. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he slipped out of the shadows and walked innocently past the flowers. The flowers immediately began to droop and wrinkle into them. Petals started falling off the stems and the beautiful flowers died out quickly.
He glanced back at his work and he gave himself a satisfied nod as he walked along the Lookout's edge balancing easily as a circus performer on a high wire. His yard long chestnut braid snaked behind him as he slipped into each and every shadow carefully and silently. He spotted an old alien with wrinkled green skin, the alien was leaning against a tall staff and was looking out over the edge of the palace of God.
He frowned.
'Now that isn't right.' He thought confused as he pondered as to how old his friend looked now. 'I haven't been gone too long, just hmm.' He counted the fingers on one of his hands and smacked himself mentally. Of course! Time always worked differently on the mortal plane; that was how his friend became so old. 'It has been 356 years! Not thirty-five; oh well, I hope he ain't too pissed off.'
He grinned evilly as he sank into the shadows of one of the palm trees. He then came up behind in the old god's shadow and leaned close to the ear, not breathing at all to give away his presence. He didn't need to breathe, he was immortal and simple things like pumping oxygen through his lungs he didn't have to do.
"HIYA GREENY!"
The old god jumped slightly and stiffened. He then turned around wryly and gazed at the youthful figure before him. The youth had a long brown braid that reach to his butt, pale skin that showed a little tanning and mischievous violet eyes. He also had large bat-like wings folded behind his back and black robes as clothes.
"Hello, Shinigami. And what do I owe this unexpected visit?" The old god raised a hairless green eyebrow in question and annoyance. His tone was sarcastic and unwelcome. Maybe the young god of death didn't hear Kami-sama or just plan ignored the sarcasm, but his cheerfulness didn't fade.
"I got bored! It's not fun to hang around dead people anymore. They never stick around for a good conversation! But old farts like us need to stick together and complain about 'kids these days' and play poker sitting in our rocking chairs." Shinigami grinned and flicked his long chestnut-colored braid over his black robed shoulder and settled down in Kami-sama's throne like a child in a huge santa chair.
His bright violet eyes were full of emotion and life making him appear as an innocent 16 your old boy. Something; that you wouldn't picture the god of death's appearance to be like. But the large bat-like wings on the back of this 'young' boy made his form scream 'Danger! Run as fast as you can away from me!'. The young body kept lost souls from running from him, but the demon wings kept them from pushing him around too.
"Of course you would only come visit me when you need entertainment," the old god replied, slightly hurt. "By the way how is the saiya-jin king, Vegeta doing?" The god quickly changed the subject on the youthful looking death.
Kami-sama glanced at his companion who he has known since he first crashed onto this planet and was near death before the upstart god came and healed him from his wounds, explaining his time hasn't come and he's off for greater things in his life.
What an understatement!
"Oh, ordering people around, setting up the demon-guard tournaments, the usual." said Death in a bored tone who was only listening with half an ear.
King Vegeta was the new Lord of the Hells. Millons of pissed off saiya-jin that were killed by Frieza forty-years ago came trampling into the hells scaring the demons. The demons tried to push the saiya-jin around and make them stand in an orderly line to be judged. The saiya-jin didn't take well to the orders and in the words of Shinigami, they "recked hell".
King Emma, being the slightly nice guy he was, had allowed the saiya-jin to become the new guardians of the hells. King Vegeta, the last king of Vejiitasei, became overlord. The guardian hell barracks looked somewhat like the palace of the House of Vejiitasei on the old planet of the saiya-jin, but no one questioned the overlord's taste. Mainly, because if they did they would spend the rest of the afterlife in one of the lower hells. The nasty demons that fed on your soul and tormented you with your worst fears lived there.
Death looked over at his friend and smirked. "Let's cut the chit-chat greeny. I'm bored, your old, and you obviously won't last till the next time I manage to visit." He waved his hands and they casted off a darkish purple and a table appeared in front of them. Death then took out a worned looking pair of cards with the old fashioned hole in the middle and started to shuffle them easily. "You up for a game of poker or is that old timers thing catchin up with ya?"
Kami-sama smirked slightly and sat down at the chair that appeared in midair. He layed his staff against the table and folded his arms onto the table and leaned on it slightly. "I've gotten better, you know. 356 years is a lot of time to practice. You'll lose this time, Death."
Death just grinned cheerfully and flexed his leather black wings and sat down in the chair that had appeared in midair like the other one. He passed out the cards and the game began. He let his mind wander to why he loved to play this game so much.
It had been a rainy day, a long time ago in the old universe. The other pilots had been bored, and Duo felt that a card game was in order. Heero started to win at poker, the game Duo had suggested, and he had a smug smirk on his face. Quatre then surprised everyone by creating a new game, but with strip poker. Duo laughed in his mind when he remembered the look on all their faces when he had laid his royal flush onto the table. It all went downhill for the other guys then on. Duo kept winning and winning until finally the other pilots were down to their boxers and he was still in his underwear. It had cracked him up and he never let Wufei or Heero live it down.
It was one of his better memories; that he could remember anyway. Having millions of years worth of memories was taxing his long-term memory to its limit. He started to forget little by little of his friends and it scared him. Not only because he missed them, but he had never found them again in the afterlife, not ever.
He didn't wished to thing about it too much. It was sad to think of his friends as lost souls, but perhaps that was what they were. He didn't know if they had been reborn, but if they were; he wouldn't know where to look for them. He shook his mind from the disturbing thoughts and focused back onto the poker game of his and Kami's.
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The purple hair youth climbed out of the time machine and smiled slightly as the old blue hair woman walked out of a collapsing building with 'Capsu' written on one side and the rest was unable to be read from the crumbling side of the old building. He pressed the button on the side of the machine and it capsulized in a 'poof'. He bent down and picked it up then stood straight up again.
Trunks sighed and ran his fingers through his bangs and walked over to his mother, Bulma Briefs, and gave her a hug. He was glad his mother was safe from the androids while he was gone, it wasn't a long time but only a few hours. He still worried for her; she was fragile and easy to break especially with a broken heart and a tattered soul.
"How was the trip? No problems, right Trunks-chan?" She looked up at him with worried eyes.
Trunks smiled at her reassuringly and slipped the capsule into his coat pocket. "It was fine mom, everything went perfect. Goku was everything like you told me he was, he is very strong." He paused as if wondering what to tell her about what he thought of his father, but thought the better of it. "I'm going to go back in three years to help them fight the androids and to get training, is that okay with you?"
Bulma smiled brightly as led her son inside the old building for dinner. "It's fine with me dear, but don't tell me about that now. It's suppertime and I want to hear all about the fight with Frieza and how everything went. All the details!" She winked at him slyly. "And if you spotted a cute girl on the way I need to know about."
Trunks rolled his eyes and whined slightly. "Mooom!"
"Just kidding, Trunks-chan." She laughed and shut the door behind them.
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Wow! Writing a revise is harder then I thought. The original prologue wasn't as good as this one, and the whole Trunks scene was never there. But I thought, since I have advanced a little in my writing, that I should rewrite the whole story. Please tell me how you like the revised version. Ja
-AlantisB