Well I've been thinking of a new story and it's kind of sidetracking me…No, I'm not dropping this one, but as you will soon see, the chapters are going to take longer to get out. This fic is getting really hard to write. *sighs and taps her fingerboard* I also skipped school so I can try to get a head start on this. Shame on me, but I had a craving for writing this morning and I COULDN'T pass it up. So enjoy this new chapter!
Onni flew through the air, watching blurred images of the ground as he passed them. Flying. It was such a wonderful feeling. Having the wind curl around his hair like light water, massaging his skull. But the wind was so powerful too. Like a force that tried to stop him from going any farther. Tried to stop him from getting stronger.
" Why are you still holding back!?" Yamcha yelled down at his pupil, who hung his head in shame. " It's been two years, Onni! Two years! What's wrong with you!? Why don't you fight back, give it everything you got!? You could be so much stronger if it weren't for this weakness!"
Weakness. Weak. Yes, that was what he was. A weak half-breed who refused to fight back, to fight his enemy. What could be wrong with him!? Why was he this way? Why didn't he know?
The only thing that comforted his thoughts now was the wind that tugged at his hair, weaving it along in an exotic path. The cold brush as he waved over his exposed skin and underneath also. It was a cold morning. Even for him. He had spent two years up at the Look Out, surrounded by cold air because of his climate and still found it to be cold when he was so close to the earth now. Weak. That was what he was. Weak.
*****
Radditz hung his head; letting his heavy booted feet guide him. First his father's team had nearly been killed, one member lost, and now this letter. Thinking of it, Radditz's black eyes settled up the clutched up letter in fabric. Obviously whoever had been written the hasty note hadn't had any paper handy; instead they tore some from their garments. That was a bad sign as it was. But what the letter contained was even worse. And he had been chosen to give the blasted thing the royal himself, Prince Vegeta.
It's no fair, he thought. He was son to the scientist Bardock; he shouldn't have been doing dangerous errand. Dangerous. Who would have thought that giving a note to the Prince would cost you your life? Too bad it was true. Radditz sighed heavily and looked up at the brown brass doors that awaited him at the end of the hall. Two Saiyan guards stood by, lazily talking back and forth. No one else in the hallway. No one even near. Who would want to be near a Prince who decided to kill whenever he felt like it? There was a rumor that he killed one of his loyal guards out of sheer boredom. Radditz let out another shaky breath, trying not to think of really anything. Maybe the Prince wouldn't kill him.
As Radditz drew close, the two guards jumped at attention, black eyebrows settling heavily over their coal eyes. They raised one hand protectively at their side, near a ray gun that was surely at full power. Their tails moved smoothly behind them, but it was a clear sign of the tensing of the body, to move with great grace and skill if the one that approached them would attack. The tail was preparing their heavily muscled bodies for complete balance, to be totally prepared. These Saiyans have been well trained.
Radditz stopped at a good distance from the tense fighters, sizing the tallest one up, from his spiky, out-of-place black hair, to the scar that cross his entire face, and down at his bulky huge body covered in Saiyan armor. He reminded Radditz of Totepos. Large. Strong. Completely stupid.
The second was quite small, even smaller then Radditz and Panboukin. It was in fact tiny. The Saiyan armor was almost baggy on him. He looked like he was 10 year old, for heaven's sake! Radditz smirked slightly. These two would be extremely easy to take out, he thought. How could Prince Vegeta put so much trust in a large buffoon and a little midget? It simply didn't make sense.
" Name," the tiny one ordered.
" Radditz," the messenger answered with a small sigh. He almost forgot, while he was wallowing in pride, that he was marching to his deathbed.
" Purpose."
" A letter for Prince Vegeta."
" Let me clear that."
There was a pause as the tiny one turned away, talking to the intercom on his tiny wrist. Muscled wrist, Radditz corrected himself. He may be small but he was built.
" Yes sir, a letter."
Another pause.
" Yes sir." The little Saiyan turned back around, his face distorted into a glare.
" He doesn't know about any sort of letter. You may go."
Radditz grinned slowly, " That's good. Then you can deliver the letter from King Vegeta. Here I'll just leave it here-."
" King Vegeta?" The tiny one squeaked.
" Mmm Hmmm…" Radditz said almost distractedly, shuffling around like he was trying to look for the letter, which was balled up in his fist, hidden from sight.
" Hold it right there." The tiny one turned back around and started talking into the intercom again. This time there was a loud yell that made the small fry jump back in surprise, holding his wrist out like it held a snake.
" He'll see you right away," he said and pushed a small button on the back of his hand. Slowly the doors began to open.
" Thank you," Radditz said and walked straight in, chest out. God, what have I gotten myself into?
******
Onni was flying through the air, eyes closed when he heard a loud yell. It rang in his ears like a drum and he immidately came to a halt, eyes wide open as he looked around. Nothing was near him…No humans, no Saiyans. So where could have that-?
Suddenly it was loud and clear.
" They're coming! Run!"
" Please no!"
Crying.
Muffled shouts of pain.
" Watch out!"
" Stick together!"
" Fight back!"
More yells, this time a spirit
of war, of vengeance.
" ATTACK!"
There was a battle going on. Humans definitely. They were being attacked…By who? The Saiyans?
Onni looked around harder, trying to find the cries he had heard. He still heard them, but why could he spot them!? Becoming more frantic, he tried harder to spot the group of pained humans. They weren't even near, not even close. But then why could he hear them?
Onni suddenly smacked himself in the head. Of course! His Saiyan ears were picking up all this! But it still meant they couldn't be far off. Filled with new hope, Onni flew up high into the air, getting a clear bird's eyes view of the land down before him.
Turned his head to the right. Nothing.
Looked to the left. Nothing.
Behind him…Yes! There, there!
Far off to the west, he saw a small camp. Certainly not a slave camp, it was too small. Peering, he blasted forward, millions of questions floating within his small head. The Saiyans were attacking Humans that was for sure. Their Saiyan armor was unmistakable. But why…?
But then again, why did they destroy his camp? Filled with innocent slaves, in perfect health? For as far as he knew, they could have done it just for fun. For spite. To just watch them die, scream for mercy, for pain and hate. That angered Onni. Made him very, very mad. He didn't even know he had landed in the midst of the battle. Fogged by anger, he lashed out to the nearest Saiyan warrior. Bared his teeth and yelled. The Saiyan warrior didn't know what hit him. Soon he was down on the ground. Onni was already beating another Saiyan up. The Saiyan fell to the ground when Onni's fist broke through his armor and into his stomach. Before he fell to the ground, Onni had taken off a Saiyan woman's head with a furious kick. The next ten Saiyans met the same fate.
For once, Onni knew what Yamcha meant about giving it your all.
*****
" Prince Vegeta?" Radditz said quietly, peering through the darkness within the room. No lights were on; it was like night in there. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
" I'm here," said the cold voice. Radditz nearly jumped in surprise; the Prince was right behind him.
" What sends my father?" The Prince asked, but it was more of an order.
" I…I…" Radditz stammered slightly. So much for trying not to show how terrified you are, the low class Saiyan thought.
" Give me that damn letter!" The Prince yelled, impatience for the Saiyan's stutter, delay, and his mere presence. Radditz jerked, turned, and shoved the letter out into the darkness. A cold grasp, with little contact, brushed Radditz's calloused hand while snatching the fabric from his grasp.
" Leave," the voice ordered and there was shuffling as the Prince moved away.
" Yes sir," Radditz mumbled and tried blindly to find his way to the door. When he had just reached the doorknob, a small candle was lit. Curious, Radditz turned his head towards it and watched as the candle was set upon a wooden desk. The Saiyan prince quickly followed, sitting in the chair.
For the first time in Radditz's life, he had just realized he never knew what the Prince of the Saiyans looked like. And was quite astounded to see what he did.
With the only light of the candle, it radiated off the keeper, showering his face with a golden glow. Black, cold coal eyes settled firmly right in front him; a permanent scowl with lines of war, of aged, of disappointment, of hate. Just the mere face was mesmerizing. And next was the hair.
It stood completely up in the air, pointing straight to heaven. Black, silky in fact. It defied all laws of gravity, of logic, as it lay upon the Prince's noble brow. Radditz wondered, for if just a moment, that if the hair was ever let down, how far it would reach across the Prince's back and broad shoulders, how soft it would be. But the thought of Prince Vegeta's body made Radditz's eyes fall upon the heavily built, but not overdoing it, firm body. The muscles actually rippled with each movement, shuddering with power and hard-core training. It was simply amazing.
The Prince wore no garments, besides the tight blue-black shorts that hugged his mid-waist. Which gave a perfect view of the washboard stomach, completely hard and tight…and curvy in fact. Radditz's Prince was small but unbelievable strong. That didn't need to be proven. It was shown. It was shown by just sitting there, glaring at the flaming candle, completely relaxed. Well, relaxed as a Saiyan got.
Radditz had never felt more respect for his Prince then anyone before.
" Have you seen enough?"
Radditz blinked in absolute surprise, heart leaping into his throat. Aw shit, he was going to-.
" Calm down, idiot," the Prince growled, but his lips barely parted. " Just go."
" I'm sorry sir," Radditz mumbled. He quickly bowed but as he made another turn to leave, the Prince's voice stopped him.
" You are son of Bardock are you not?" The Prince asked.
" Yes sir…"
" Hmm…"
Radditz turned his head back around, curious once again.
" I will spar with you one day, Son of Bardock," Prince Vegeta ordered. His eyes slowly moved over the low class warrior. " Got it?"
" Yes, your majesty."
" Now go."
This time, Radditz left without hesitation or interruptions.
Whew! That was so much fun to write! I nearly forgot it was…I am out of my writer's block for now everybody! *cheers happily for herself* God I love writing this story; you have no idea how fun it is!
Okay, I need my reviewers to
answer this question: How are my fighting scenes? Do you think they are too…I don't know…sloppy…something? Please tell me what I'm doing wrong, how I
can improve them. Pwetty please?
Well now on to the thank you's!
VeggiesChick: Anything groundbreaking here…? Hmm…Onni is going insane with anger…Radditz is probably gay…(*laughs, slapping her knee* Oh woo *wipes a tear from her eye*) and everyone is dying to know what's in that damn letter…BUT I KNOW! *points to herself* ME ME ME!…………Well anyway, thanks!
Kaji: This chapter is longer! Yippee skippie! But it took me FOREVER to write it. *grumbles* I hate writer's block…
Xnightshade17: *thinks* Well…hm…NOPE! NEVER!!!
Sardonyx: *tears up, bottom lip trembling* Yeah, Sita-chan just had a bad day too…Go figure that burst me into writing this eh?
Onni: You have no idea how long she has had me flying in the sky while she thought of the next part! Jeez…
Sita: *innocent look* Well I'm glad this story made you happy again! I hope this chapter will too!
(I'm sorry to those who do reviews, but I will no longer reply to really short ones. I need something to say back to you before I can okay?)
LALALA: Ew, two reviews! I'm seeing TWO! *goes gag-gag* Thank you so much! Even if they did say the same thing…I liked it anyway! *dances* Anyway, I have all sorts of special tings (yes tings you idiots!) coming up, so I hope YOU aren't disappointed!
Jacob: Kakarott! You wanna see Kakarott…Well…all right! You got it! As for your three characters…*laughs* I aint breathing a word. And the Dragonballs…probably not. But maybe! I'm still working on the ending part, so they might be. No one would really know about them but Kamiccolo.
Oh, and speaking of him, I already have a story planned out on why he's named that way! *dances* So, no worries anymore! Longer chapter, still writing! Thanks!
Panchan_295: *nudges Panchan and whispers* Well just between you and me, I need him to be a scientist. So, I'm rootin' for Funimation. *winks* So, thanks for the info. I really didn't know that. But that's okay! Everything works in the end! *cheers*
Thank you everyone who wrote out reviews! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as I had so much fun writing it. Arigato!
-Sita