Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z and its characters are owned by the great Akira Toriyama. For the Love of Death is owned by Flam-chan, which is based on The Abduction of Persephone by Homer. (For all those who are into DBZ and Greek mythology should really take a look at this story. It's very good.)
Note: This is kind of a side story to Flam-chan's story. After reading it, I couldn't help but write this through the POV of a soul whose heart was broken by Yamcha when she was alive. It's better to read Flam-chan's story before reading this. It will just confuse you.
Loveless Solitude
Somewhere in the Asphodel Fields in the Underworld, there was a soul who wandered to and fro. She really belonged in the Vale of Mourning, but she didn't care. She no longer felt concern or any emotion for that matter. She arrived at a rock she had found while wandering as she did every moment of her existence. She lost all sense of time and direction from the moment she first arrived in Hades. However, she had stuck to the same path without being aware of it. She didn't know how she ended up here in this cold, dead world, which was now her dwelling place.
This is what happens when you're in Hades. If you weren't lucky enough to enter Elysium or doomed to enter Tartarus, you ended up here in Limbo, not in eternal pain and torture or in eternal bliss. You're simply an existence in a dead world, forgetting everything about her life and sticking to the same pattern without ever knowing it.
Every waking moment in this world, she reached the same destination, that same rock and sat there for a long period of time looking at her surroundings. It was the same routine until she had noticed a familiar face she had not seen in a while.
She couldn't put a name to that handsome face but she knew she had seen it before when she was in the land of the living. She couldn't even remember her own name at this point. What had happened to him? What was he doing here? She could not find the answers to these questions, not yet at least. She decided to find out who he was and how he ended up here.
She had overheard his conversation with Charon, the toll taker. He had told him about his ever-changing taste in women, his loyalty to the goddess Demeter and his betrayal by having an intimate moment with the goddess Bulma, her daughter. It was then that everything about her connection to that face came flooding back to her.
She had had a relationship with a handsome man named Yamcha. She thought that he was the perfect man for her. He had had everything in common with her. He was very loyal to Demeter and gave daily offerings to her as she did. She had even shared some intimate moment with him. She was the last woman to have been with him before his affair with the goddess Bulma.
When Yamcha had informed her of his infatuation with Bulma and his desire to end the relationship with her, the look in her eyes was a mix of heartbreak, despair, and fear. She knew of Demeter's protectiveness of her daughter and that if any man, mortal or god, had attempted to lay his hands on Bulma, he would bring forth Demeter's anger.
It felt like her heart was being smashed into pieces. She remembered crying herself to every night after that, wondering, of all the women in the world, why a goddess? And of all the goddesses, why Bulma, the goddess of the spring and the daughter of Kakkorot and Demeter? What was he thinking? She loved him with everything she had. Did Bulma love him? She became jealous of Bulma, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. After all, she was mortal and the last thing she wanted was incur a goddess' wrath, especially that of Demeter.
Her infatuation with Yamcha had driven her to kill herself. She couldn't bear to live another day without him. One night, she did just that. She looked at her surroundings, knowing she would never see them again and drove the blade straight into her heart.
It was then that she felt something fall upon her cheek. Were these tears that she was shedding? She didn't know. Silent tears had been falling for a while. In a brief moment, she had forgotten about her life and returned to the rock, which she began to think of as her own. Afterwards, she would again wander as she always did in the dead world that was the Asphodel Fields.
End
Man, that has got to be the saddest fic I've ever written. I didn't which name to use for this character. The best ones I could think of were Mai, the woman who worked for Emperor Pilaf, and that ditzy Marron, Krillin's ex-girlfriend. It's up to you to use which character. Let me know what you think. Bye! ^_^
Note: This is kind of a side story to Flam-chan's story. After reading it, I couldn't help but write this through the POV of a soul whose heart was broken by Yamcha when she was alive. It's better to read Flam-chan's story before reading this. It will just confuse you.
Loveless Solitude
Somewhere in the Asphodel Fields in the Underworld, there was a soul who wandered to and fro. She really belonged in the Vale of Mourning, but she didn't care. She no longer felt concern or any emotion for that matter. She arrived at a rock she had found while wandering as she did every moment of her existence. She lost all sense of time and direction from the moment she first arrived in Hades. However, she had stuck to the same path without being aware of it. She didn't know how she ended up here in this cold, dead world, which was now her dwelling place.
This is what happens when you're in Hades. If you weren't lucky enough to enter Elysium or doomed to enter Tartarus, you ended up here in Limbo, not in eternal pain and torture or in eternal bliss. You're simply an existence in a dead world, forgetting everything about her life and sticking to the same pattern without ever knowing it.
Every waking moment in this world, she reached the same destination, that same rock and sat there for a long period of time looking at her surroundings. It was the same routine until she had noticed a familiar face she had not seen in a while.
She couldn't put a name to that handsome face but she knew she had seen it before when she was in the land of the living. She couldn't even remember her own name at this point. What had happened to him? What was he doing here? She could not find the answers to these questions, not yet at least. She decided to find out who he was and how he ended up here.
She had overheard his conversation with Charon, the toll taker. He had told him about his ever-changing taste in women, his loyalty to the goddess Demeter and his betrayal by having an intimate moment with the goddess Bulma, her daughter. It was then that everything about her connection to that face came flooding back to her.
She had had a relationship with a handsome man named Yamcha. She thought that he was the perfect man for her. He had had everything in common with her. He was very loyal to Demeter and gave daily offerings to her as she did. She had even shared some intimate moment with him. She was the last woman to have been with him before his affair with the goddess Bulma.
When Yamcha had informed her of his infatuation with Bulma and his desire to end the relationship with her, the look in her eyes was a mix of heartbreak, despair, and fear. She knew of Demeter's protectiveness of her daughter and that if any man, mortal or god, had attempted to lay his hands on Bulma, he would bring forth Demeter's anger.
It felt like her heart was being smashed into pieces. She remembered crying herself to every night after that, wondering, of all the women in the world, why a goddess? And of all the goddesses, why Bulma, the goddess of the spring and the daughter of Kakkorot and Demeter? What was he thinking? She loved him with everything she had. Did Bulma love him? She became jealous of Bulma, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. After all, she was mortal and the last thing she wanted was incur a goddess' wrath, especially that of Demeter.
Her infatuation with Yamcha had driven her to kill herself. She couldn't bear to live another day without him. One night, she did just that. She looked at her surroundings, knowing she would never see them again and drove the blade straight into her heart.
It was then that she felt something fall upon her cheek. Were these tears that she was shedding? She didn't know. Silent tears had been falling for a while. In a brief moment, she had forgotten about her life and returned to the rock, which she began to think of as her own. Afterwards, she would again wander as she always did in the dead world that was the Asphodel Fields.
End
Man, that has got to be the saddest fic I've ever written. I didn't which name to use for this character. The best ones I could think of were Mai, the woman who worked for Emperor Pilaf, and that ditzy Marron, Krillin's ex-girlfriend. It's up to you to use which character. Let me know what you think. Bye! ^_^