Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Dragonball Z or any of the characters mentioned that were created by Akira Toriama. All other characters and events are mine. Any resemblance to characters and events depicted by anyone else is purely coincidental.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. This story takes place right after Vegeta decides to kill himself to save the earth from Majin Buu. I have not seen any episodes past that and know little about the end or the series so this might screw with the DBZ storyline just a little...well maybe a lot in future chapters. I am just not sure yet. Seeing as this is my first fanfic please give me some feed back. I would like to know if I should post more chapters without making a fool out of myself. There is nothing I hate more than a bad fic that goes on forever. (I like to finish reading once I start (-:) Thanks. Read on!
Prologue: THE END
"This is the end...."
Vegeta stood there at the brink of annihilation. Every fiber of his body felt as though it was engulfed in hot flame. He was going to do it. He would sacrifice himself for the safety of others. How could he have changed so much?
"You are finished Buu..." Vegeta smirked. "And so am I it seems." With that Vegeta closed his eyes and with a tremendous surge of energy vanished into a brilliant white light.
Chapter 1: DEAD?
All was black. Vegeta could hear himself breathing. Breathing...was he alive? He could feel the rise and fall of his chest...but no not alive, it wasn't air he was breathing. Mere illusion created by his mind, habit perhaps. Vegeta could feel the weight of his arms against his sides. His legs felt like lead. All was still dark.
"What is this? Am I dead or not? Why do I still have a body?"
Suddenly his eyes began to make out shapes, his eyesight was returning. Everything was hazy, a world of shadows. Slowly he began to see colors. It started getting lighter. He could see...himself! He was a small boy walking the corridors of the palace on his home-world Vegeta. He was walking next to his father. Kingly and proud his father looked, yet he could see a great pain in his eyes. "Father...no!" He watched as Freeza destroyed his father and annihilated his Home planet.
His defeat on earth and the mercy he was shown, his first death at the hands of Freeza on Namek, how unlike this it was, and the battle with Cell all flashed before his eyes. He was watching his entire life go by. He was reliving every moment from his first waking memory. Suddenly another image appeared before him. "Bulma?" The blue haired woman had in her arms...his son. "You Better take care of them Kakarrot or I swear I will come back from the dead and rip you to pieces!" Vegeta felt his heart begin to ache.
Everything began to fade into brightness. Blinding light. His arms and legs began to lose the weight that had only moments before felt like a great burden to the Saiyan Prince. He felt as though he was floating. "Could it be?" he thought "that I am spared an eternity in hell?"
All of a sudden, a loud voice boomed in his ears. He clasped his hands around the sides of his head trying to muffle out the noise. "You have been judged," the voice bellowed. He still couldn't see anything in the brightness around him.
At that moment he felt his entire body begin to fall. His arms and legs once again felt as though they were carrying an indescribable burden. All was dark again. He continued to fall.
He landed with a thud. He could feel the fire in his body again. Horrific pain coursed through his limbs. He felt like the very blood, if the dead do indeed have blood, was boiling in his veins. His eyes snapped shut. It was so hot.
"Am I in hell?"
He forced his eyelids up. He could see. There was nothing there! The ground beneath his feet was cracked and scorched. Stained a blood red color. The sky also glowed with the same bloody crimson. Oddly it reminded the Prince of planet Vegeta.
"Feels like I'm home again" he scoffed.
Was he alone? The ground stretched for miles, what seemed like an eternity. There was absolutely nothing out there. He couldn't even see a boulder or a shrub. Just dirt.
Suddenly he felt a massive tremor. The ground shook beneath him. Another tremor shook beneath his feet. Could they be footsteps?
"Something's coming!"
Chapter 2: HELL
...Coming soon...
What Evil awaits our proud prince in the depths of Hell?
A/N: This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. This story takes place right after Vegeta decides to kill himself to save the earth from Majin Buu. I have not seen any episodes past that and know little about the end or the series so this might screw with the DBZ storyline just a little...well maybe a lot in future chapters. I am just not sure yet. Seeing as this is my first fanfic please give me some feed back. I would like to know if I should post more chapters without making a fool out of myself. There is nothing I hate more than a bad fic that goes on forever. (I like to finish reading once I start (-:) Thanks. Read on!
Prologue: THE END
"This is the end...."
Vegeta stood there at the brink of annihilation. Every fiber of his body felt as though it was engulfed in hot flame. He was going to do it. He would sacrifice himself for the safety of others. How could he have changed so much?
"You are finished Buu..." Vegeta smirked. "And so am I it seems." With that Vegeta closed his eyes and with a tremendous surge of energy vanished into a brilliant white light.
Chapter 1: DEAD?
All was black. Vegeta could hear himself breathing. Breathing...was he alive? He could feel the rise and fall of his chest...but no not alive, it wasn't air he was breathing. Mere illusion created by his mind, habit perhaps. Vegeta could feel the weight of his arms against his sides. His legs felt like lead. All was still dark.
"What is this? Am I dead or not? Why do I still have a body?"
Suddenly his eyes began to make out shapes, his eyesight was returning. Everything was hazy, a world of shadows. Slowly he began to see colors. It started getting lighter. He could see...himself! He was a small boy walking the corridors of the palace on his home-world Vegeta. He was walking next to his father. Kingly and proud his father looked, yet he could see a great pain in his eyes. "Father...no!" He watched as Freeza destroyed his father and annihilated his Home planet.
His defeat on earth and the mercy he was shown, his first death at the hands of Freeza on Namek, how unlike this it was, and the battle with Cell all flashed before his eyes. He was watching his entire life go by. He was reliving every moment from his first waking memory. Suddenly another image appeared before him. "Bulma?" The blue haired woman had in her arms...his son. "You Better take care of them Kakarrot or I swear I will come back from the dead and rip you to pieces!" Vegeta felt his heart begin to ache.
Everything began to fade into brightness. Blinding light. His arms and legs began to lose the weight that had only moments before felt like a great burden to the Saiyan Prince. He felt as though he was floating. "Could it be?" he thought "that I am spared an eternity in hell?"
All of a sudden, a loud voice boomed in his ears. He clasped his hands around the sides of his head trying to muffle out the noise. "You have been judged," the voice bellowed. He still couldn't see anything in the brightness around him.
At that moment he felt his entire body begin to fall. His arms and legs once again felt as though they were carrying an indescribable burden. All was dark again. He continued to fall.
He landed with a thud. He could feel the fire in his body again. Horrific pain coursed through his limbs. He felt like the very blood, if the dead do indeed have blood, was boiling in his veins. His eyes snapped shut. It was so hot.
"Am I in hell?"
He forced his eyelids up. He could see. There was nothing there! The ground beneath his feet was cracked and scorched. Stained a blood red color. The sky also glowed with the same bloody crimson. Oddly it reminded the Prince of planet Vegeta.
"Feels like I'm home again" he scoffed.
Was he alone? The ground stretched for miles, what seemed like an eternity. There was absolutely nothing out there. He couldn't even see a boulder or a shrub. Just dirt.
Suddenly he felt a massive tremor. The ground shook beneath him. Another tremor shook beneath his feet. Could they be footsteps?
"Something's coming!"
Chapter 2: HELL
...Coming soon...
What Evil awaits our proud prince in the depths of Hell?
