"Fighting An Inward Battle"
Spinning in a circle of my own void,
Craziness I cannot avoid.
Fighting the waves asunder,
They want to drown and pull me under.
With gulps of air every second or so,
I fight an unseen foe.
I shall not know that this foe is we,
And the separate we's are only parts of me.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The King of Vegeta-sei fixed the Kibutsu (Monster) Freezer with a hard, cold glare. The 'business meeting' had not been going too well. It rarely did, in fact; Freezer had no respect, it seemed, for the Saiyajins. Added to this was the fact that he was trying to gain even more power over the warrior race! All the work, and still he wanted more!
Fourth year of alliance: Things were not exactly peaceful. Many rebellious groups had arisen. Pandemonium and mayhem were a common sight in the streets. The Saiya-jin population was steadily decreasing with the new contract as a source of war and death. A plus was the fact that the constant battle produced and refined great warriors. A few recent offspring had showed amazing potential. The number of these extraordinary children was multiplying, and it was probably due to the fact that Saiya-jins grow stronger with each trauma, and the power was transferred to reproduction efficiency.
As the times went by, the tension of the air stiffened. A period of unjust and unrest had begun. More and more Saiyajins were beginning to resent Freezer-sama's control…
"My King…" Freezer reassured gently. "All will be well if you will just agree to this."
The ruler shuddered at Freezer's expression; it was…power-hungry… The situation was beginning to get very difficult. The King's anger toward the devilish alien was steadily rising; like a dormant volcano nearing eruption… With an extreme effort he put forth his pen and signed the agreement. He had no choice due to Freezer's new batch of threats. But still, a pit grumbled in his stomach as ink met paper…
"Now…" the foreigner continued, "Please show us your most recent war plans and strategies."
::I must make certain that they bear no likeness to a plan of attacking my base. I must make sure that the terrain does not resemble mine too much. You never know… these little monkeys may be plotting my downfall…heheh… Although they may not show them if they ever form them… The best disguise is the obvious… no one suspects it, they say…::
The King reached toward a black case to unload the paperwork. Just as his gloved hand touched its surface the huge doors flung open and hit the walls with a 'BAM'!
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" screamed, who else but the young prince, as he scurried in.
The doors swung off of the walls to reveal smashed guards. (They were guarding the way from the inside, so they were caught between the doors and the wall when they swung open.) The two injured men slid down the wall and landed with a small 'tump'.
The Prince ran in a mad dash toward the table. Behind him, following in hot pursuit was a gigantic stampede of hamsters! All of the members at the meeting stared at the ridiculous sight.
King Vegita slapped a hand to his head. ::Oh-my-God! What-an-embarrassment! I-feel-a-headache-coming-on!
Freezer hardly suppressed a chuckle from arising in his throat. ::How amusing.::
Prince Bejita…well…he was hysterical. The icky things were everywhere! On his arms, legs, stomach, feet…even in his hair! Ick!
"Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Please! Pwease!" He was hopping from foot to foot whining and pleading.
"uh-oh…" The Ouji froze as his large, obsidian, black eyes met the icy glare of the older, harder, obsidian, black eyes. 'whimper' The prince, though rigid due to the hamster phobia, walked timidly to the King's side.
The King had risen from his seat and, although he was but a medium-sized man, seemed giant to Bejita. The King always seemed this way, even to larger beings. He carried a unique, regal sense, and it affected the air all around.
The young prince, who at the moment seemed quite sullen, gathered up his strength and looked up into the face of his father. He did not hide his gulping in fear. The King looked exceedingly angry; almost a maddening blaze burned in the deepest levels of his deep-set eyes. It was one that the prince was not accustomed to; one that caused him to go affray into a trembling more violent than the phobia. This was so very different than the normal charismatic, fiery will. It was a conflagration of the utmost insanity, an animalistic murderous evil that burned with unholy light.
The hamster wriggled and writhed, and Bejita was once again reminded of their presence. "bbrrrr," he shivered and unconsciously drew close to his father's leg for support. The King growled at this notion, as it was one of weakness.
"Excuse me for a moment, Freezer-sama. I have a few matters to… tend to," announced Vegita Ou.
"Of course."
Freezer watched as the two exited the room. The King was stalking away with anger, and the prince was taking rigid steps.
::How embarrassing. Hamster phobia... Heheh… Still, I find it rather amusing… Cute. Heheheh…:: Freezer mused over the interesting scene.
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"Bejita, why are you doing this to me?" the king grumbled under his breath.
The ruler was bent down on one knee and "dusting" the hamsters off of the frozen prince. The Prince had long since stopped screaming and seemed to linger in a state of something similar to shock.
"There's the last one," the King mumbled as he flung the last hamster into the large pile. Afterwards, he scooped up the prince and stepped back. He was going to blast the pile of rodents.
With but the flick of his wrist, and a small ki blast, the Liliopus hamsters were reduced to sizzling, charred, black pieces.
He set the little Prince down. With the vanquishing of the creatures, color was beginning to return to his pale face.
"Why? Why did you act so weak?" The King's tone was ice… burning with rage… burning ice… that is strange… burning ice… "Weak. You were cowardly! In front of an audience! And the audience was the most important audience I could have! What's more… little furry animals caused it! Scared of little creatures! Shameful beast! You are nothing but a contamination of our bloodline! WEAK! Do you hear me! Damn that woman!"
The prince knew that the 'woman' he was referring to must have been the Queen; his mother. He always blamed her for 'baring such a weak and pathetic offspring.' The King seemed colder and harsher since the Queen had died. He, at least, seemed that way to the Prince.
"What a shameful, pathetic Prince! And he is supposed to be my son and Prince of all Saiyajins! WEAK, PATHETIC OUJI!" the King seethed. His words stung like a poisonous venom and stirred Bejita's 'mean self.'
In case you are wondering, dear readers, children, especially young children, deal with stress and hardship many different ways. Some become sullen and depressed, some emotionally stressed. Some break off with different attitudes, and some curl up to an isolated and scared animal. All these ways of 'calming' are created by the child to help himself. Unfortunately, it does not always work out so. Alternating is one of the most dangerous.
"Weak bastard!" spat the King.
Yes, Bejita you are such trouble! Always screwing thing up for everyone! Bastard!
Shut up!
Weakling! Ahahaha!
Shut up!
The prince's tiny hands flew tensely to the sides of his head. It was a vain attempt to cover his ears and drown out the inner voices. The King saw this as directed to him, and it only infuriated him more. The Prince kept up the battle with the 'mean one' until it became so intense that it caused him to cry out loud
"SHUT UP!"
He immediately regretted the vocalization… He hadn't meant to say that aloud! The King would undoubtedly jump to the conclusion that the comment was aimed at his speech instead of his own self! There would be no telling what measures he would tak---
'SLAP'
In a flash, the child felt airborn.
:: What… what just happened to me? ::
With a sickening crash he collided with a nearby wall. He slid slowly down the wall leaving a trail of blood along its surface. He vaguely felt the trail of an oozing substance flowing down the side of his head from a painful area that felt as if it had taken a tremendous blow.
"KUSO! How DARE you speak to ME that way!" the King shouted.
"oooooh….." Bejita groaned weakly. The voices began to speak inside his head again.
See there, brat? Do you see what happens when you try to fight me, huh? When will I get through to your thick little skull? There is no escaping me.
Shut up!
Uh-uh! Remember what happened last time? Want DADDY to hit you again?
He hit me?
Yes, he hit you. And he'll hit you again, if I choose. I have the ability to cause disrespectful, vulgar words to spout from your mouth!
SHUT UP!
Ahahaha! What's wrong? Afraid of me? That's all you ever say, that 'shut up' mess! If ya know what's good for ya, you'll give in to me! After all, I'm tryin to help ya. Nobody cares about you, why take it?
Shut up! Please! Please…
Poor little Bejita-chan. Give in to me, I am Vegita-sama. I'll ease your suffering!
I-I'm not suffering! Please… leave me alone…
The King stared at the small convulsing child. Something wasn't quite right. The brat was injured. He was now balled up and shaking. It was normal to feel pain after such a blow, but the facial expressions… they kept… changing. Not so as due to emotion, it seemed. It looked as though… there were two different people, each quarreling over who should hold the body…The posture was even varied for each expression…
"What a nuisance. You shall be punished!" the King announced as he neared the prince.
Hey, kid! L-Look out! He's coming!
What? Who?
Our Father! Stay away! I'll take it!
Take –it?
Yes!
Take What?
The brunt of the blows!
What?!
And so, a malevolent shadow fell upon the youth that lay against the wall. A deed so unspeakable that I cannot bear to write it down occurred. A spirit derived from the pits of Hell must have possessed the Ou Vegita… for it was he that inflicted such vehement pain and suffering on the young and at the time, vulnerable Prince.
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"Fighting An Inward Battle"
Spinning in a circle of my own void,
Craziness I cannot avoid.
Fighting the waves asunder,
They want to drown and pull me under.
With gulps of air every second or so,
I fight an unseen foe.
I shall not know that this foe is we,
And the separate we's are only parts of me.
Author's Note: I own nothing, but my opinion, do not sue me.
I meant to post that much, much, much earlier. Unfortunately, I was knocked to my feet for a prolonged period of time by the flu! I hate being sick! I still am, but I'm going to post this anyway. Special thanks to faithful reviewers! (Special thanks to ALL reviewers!)Some that come to mind are: Whadda Baka, Assassin (so nice!), Veggies Chick, Snowflake, Xavier (you are so sweet!), Suspense, Kaytinek, Lady Valtaya (you are very inspiring!), oh, I know there's more! If I've left you off, I promise to include you next time! My mind is delusioned from this sickness! Anyway, thanks to all!