Vegeta
stood destroying rubble falling in fiery red chunks from the sky. There was
only one topic on the saiya-jins mind. Fight. Fight and be stronger. Fight, get
stronger, become a super saiya-jin. Fight, get stronger, go super saiya-jin and
destroy the third class fighter that went by the name of Kakarotto.
He glanced at his arms, they were positioned before his heaving chest, fists clenched, his legs firmly spread apart as he concentrated on his ki. He saw a large asteroid come down before him in the rain. He soared into the air, the chunk of rough unhewn rock seemed oddly like the care-free saiya-jin on earth. The prince concentrated on his ki once more, his rage forming a ball of crystalline blue energy in his hand. He darted forwards, zipping leisurely past the tiny 'gravel.'
Moments before
impact with the giant rock, the saiya-jin's hand shot forward, the rock erupted
into a thousand pieces. The saiya-jin used his arm to keep his face safe as
chunks of debris shot through the sky. They stung his skin and tore shreds in
the fabric on his back. He hovered to the ground, abashed that the rock had
provided such a challenge. Slow raggedy attempts at drawing breath shook
through his heaving chests. He fell back, letting the rain cool his back. He
couldn't move.
What he wouldn't
have given for one of those bean thingee's that Goku always carried. That baka,
it was all his fault he, the great prince had been forced into doing this. If
it wasn't for the blasted third class he wouldn't- no, he reminded himself That
blasted bakayarou had saved him from Freeza. For that he was grateful. But if
he ever got the chance, he would beat Kakkarotto to the ground.
All his thoughts
rippled aound his confused mind, he barely noticed the veritable destroyer loom
over him. His eyes snapped open, "kuso," he muttered, the words lost in the
rain as the mountain-sized boulder drew yet closer. More cusses escaped his
lips as he tried despreratly to get up. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care
if he wouldn't become super saiya-jin. He didn't care if the baldie with a head
like a pachinko ball would someday overthrow him. All he wanted was to live.
Live for all the
world, just to be able to see it one last time. Tears mingled with the ones
from the heavens. It was as if the gods cried along with him. Vegeta's chest
heaved in anticipation. He was going to die.
Then he saw it. A
beautiful angel with long blonde hair like liquid sunshine, set up in an odd
way. She had long, elegant silver tipped wings. The girl had the oddest clothes
he had ever seen, he watched open mouthed as she pulled out a small shining
crytal. A serene feeling swept over him as the tenchi looked at him. He felt
his icy heart melt as his cold black eyes met with azure eyes that he could
only begin to dream about.
"Tenshi," he
whispered. She turned around, her hair almost silver. She whispered some words,
the melodic tune comanding the crystal. A radiating pure white light shot from
inside her. She held it above her head, it dripped in power. Her ki surrounded
it, multiplying it tenfold. The boulder melted away. She turned, her hair
flying with her.
She smiled at him.
She looked so sad Vegeta felt he had the strength to get up and comfort her.
She closed her eyes and vanished, a trickle of salty rain fell onto his lips.
Vegeta had no time
to ponder over his savior. A new hail of fiery rocks rained down. He got up,
surprised at his own strength. He had something to work for. He wanted to see
his tenshi again. He felt something inside of his heart, a calm power he hadn't
known existed. He reached for it, it slipped again through his fingers. He
swore, he needed the power, or else he was going to die. Live, he thought,
begging the force. Live for the angel.
The power sprung into his hands, his life force brightened. He looked at the oncoming onslaught, his
hands before him as they were a moment ago. His body defied the water, now his
body needed to defy a bit more. With a surge of power his cold eyes turned a
sparkling aqua, his heart lept, turning his hair blonde. His innate power had
finally surfaced.
With a furious notion his hand shot forward, a yell pushed the power to the surface of reality, a blast of ki annhilated every last shred of the storm. He smiled, he was now a super saiya-jin, truly he was the prince once again. And with the tenshi that would soon be at his side, he felt superior. "In your face Kakkarotto!" He yelled at the sky, anger fading as amusement took it's place. He laughed, enjoying himself.
"Usako!" Tuxedo Kamen yelled as the youma threw a blast at the elegant senshi of love and justice. He ducked before his princess, shielding her from the force.
"Mamo-chan!" She shouted, "iie!" Her prince lay bleeding to death at her feet, her senshi's bodies not too far away. She walked firmly towards the youma, tears streaking her face. "Iie! You will not kill anymore innocents!" She grabbed her ginzuishou. "Moon Eternal Power!"
The youma vanished with a scream, the agent fell to the ground, her fuku replaced by her uniform. "Mamoru," she whispered, "please don't die!"
"U-sako," he whispered, his breath becoming scarce. "Usako don't cry," he reached up to brush a strand of hair from before her eyes. "Aishiteru Usako, he was too strong. Aishiteru."
"Mamoru!" She shouted as his hand fell to the ground, his bleeding slowing. "Mamoru iie!" His sapphire blue eyes smiled at her one last time. "IIE!" She cried herself into a frenzy, striking him with an array of emotions. She stopped, looking at his serene frame. "What have I done?" she asked herself. She took out the crystal. "Please ginzuishou, I couldn't bear it to live here. Please take me somewhere else, where the memories won't haunt me. Please."
The crystal glowed and hummed, hovering above her shaking body. They vanished together.
Gohan was training in the forest by the lake, he didn't notice as a girl slipped inside, her clothes in tatters. He launched a punch into the air, he teleported behind his foe and hit him with his leg. He imagined his enemy to get up and congratulate his defeat. 'Gohan, you're too good,' he would say. The teen smiled, yeah, that would work.
"Help."
Gohan spun around, he was too busy in his fantasy to notice the owner of the plea until it was too late. He dropped into the lake, feeling the lifeforce around him. It was then he saw her. All of his worries melted away as he pulled the dripping tenshi from the water. She wasn't breathing. He soared through the sky to capsule corp.
"Bulma!" he wheezed, out of breath. "Bulma please help her!"
The blue haired woman turned, emmiting a yelp of surprise. "Quick put her in," he motioned to a saiya-jin recooperation tank.
"Are you sure it's safe?" he asked, not trusting it, his tenshi had to be safe.
"Put her in!" she growled, snatching her out of his arms and placing her in the tank. She rapped at the keys, water poured into the tank.
Days passed, Gohan never let the girl out of his sight, he denied food, he was going to be ready when she came out of the pod. He had rehearsed what to say. Finally the red light turned green, he heard the water drain. All of the words left him as she opened her eyes, falling to the floor in a splash. He was at her side in an instant, helping her up. She coughed up what seemed like a gallon of liquid, she smiled weakly at him. "Doomo arigatoo," she whispered feebly, coughing up more water.
He smiled warmly at her and helped her stand.
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