Son3

Dark Side of the Son

Disclaimer- I do not own DB/Z/GT. No money is being made off of this fic.

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Vegeta trained, long and hard. Sweat mingled with blood- his own blood- and ran in tiny rivers into his eyes. He did not bother to wipe it away lest he miss a beat and ruin the pattern. Kick, feint, punch. He slashed through the air before him, high above the rocky terrain. He was not in the gravity room of Capsule Corp., nor was he in a state of reality. He dreamt in livid actuality. The heat of the battle was upon him, but no foe presented itself. Adrenaline pounded through his veins as he continued his wild dance through the air, never pausing once, never breaking the rhythm. He fought the enemy that was not there, all the while knowing that there was one somewhere. And so he trained for this adversary, pushing himself to the very limits until he felt he could push no harder, then continued still, past old limits that seemed weak in light of what he now felt. Not power, but… freedom.

The Prince of Saiyans flew freely now, unhindered by bonds of mortality, and guiltily left all responsibility behind, along with his body. Then he looked down from that great height and saw, incredibly far below, himself. He lay mangled and bloody, undoubtedly dead, among rocks and boulders. Then he sank underneath the pebbles and dirt. The soul of Vegeta was horrified and suddenly aware of himself. What did it mean?

"You see the future, oh King." Spoke a voice from behind him. "What could be, but does not have to. Have you changed, Lord?" It whispered.

Vegeta sat up suddenly. It took him a moment to realize he was awake and that he still had his body. The dream had been haunting, and he was sure it was important, but it was fading with the first rays of the sun. In a few hours, the Prince would forget the prophecy as he went about his normal life.

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Both Goku and Vegeta were able to continue the next day as though nothing had happened. Indeed, nothing had happened as far as they could remember. Gohan, too, did not remember waking in the dark of the night. The only unusual aspect in the lives the three was the blissful peace that had taken the place of endless fights. None of them had any reason to dread the coming night. Nothing was a reminder of that fateful evening except the smallest weight, barely noticeable but tainted ebony, on their souls.

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I know I promised longer chapters but… well, not yet anyway. Review please. Toodles.

~mysticGohan33~