Soliloquy
in the Dark
Chapter Two
(You lucky, lucky people. I decided to post
chapter two now. There are two reasons for this. One: I wanted to say that the
significance of the black coffee/white coffee wasn't about yin-yang kinda thing…
it was to show that… well… it's hard to explain scratches head confused
herself but I know it wasn't about yin-yang. I'll let you know further on
through the fic. And reason two: I'M STOOPID. I accidentally posted chapters
one thru to half of four of Beneath the surface. That wasn't supposed to
happen. I erased it as soon as I found out, so those of you who read it, you'll
have to wait longer for the fourth chapter. Incidentally any suggestions would
be greatly appreciated. So, this is your 'I'm-a-very-sorry-stupid-person' gift.
Enjoy)
She awoke. Why? What had disturbed her? A noise maybe? *No. * Bulma thought. *The absence of a noise. * The sky outside had noticeably calmed and was clear. It was a pale white blue, and the world outside glistened wetly in its just washed look. The storm had cleared everything. Except her head. She had dreamed, as she lay asleep, of Vegeta.
He had been glowing, gold and strong. A white mist, tinged with shades of purple and red, curled itself around his feet. He looked down and the golden colour drained slowly from him. He ceased to glow. He had become a dull bronze colour and a black area had started in his chest. The mist, on the other hand, grew larger until it was a fog, surrounding him. As the blackness spread through him, Vegeta fell to his knees and the mist retreated. The blackness grew bigger, as the Saiyan curled up, until it grew too big for Vegeta to contain any longer. It spread itself along the floor, leaving Vegeta behind, transparent and devoid of colour. It stained itself nearer and nearer to him along the floor. He fell into it, silently, until he had to scream as the red needles lurking at the hole base, raised their points to the sky and impaled him on them. His mouth gaped wordlessly, as a last moan escaped his throat, and black blood ran down the crimson spikes…
Bulma shook her head. Where was he anyway?
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Vegeta dangled in the air, sinking nearer towards the ground as his energy leaked out and the rain drummed down. He had watched the storm cry itself out and disperse nothing more than a cloud. He felt disembodied. He had vented his rage and had none left. He had nothing left. He sank lower in the sky, and became dimly aware of his badly burnt left arm and leg. It throbbed against him painfully, so he tried not to move it. He looked down and was surprised to find that he was blacking out. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the gaping abyss he was falling into. The rain stopped.
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The tall alien had watched the storm from a distance, impassive. He saw Vegeta enter it, had felt the mental lash he sent out and saw the Prince reappear, wounded, above the storm. He also felt his energy start to drop.
"Stupid Saiyan." He said to himself in Namekian, and took off towards the rapidly draining ki. He arrived just in time to catch the smaller body on its way down a deep crevasse. As Piccolo flew towards Capsule Corporation, he looked down at the practically dead bundle he carried. He noticed the black and blistered flesh and scorched cloth covering Vegeta's left side. *Stupid fool. * He thought in Namekian. *What does he expect if he flies into an electric storm like that? * Vegeta stirred as Piccolo flew and mumbled something incoherent before quieting and relaxing again. Piccolo rolled his eyes. * What did I do to deserve this? * And carried on.
(Sorry shiny, happy peeps, but that's all for
now. Chapter three will be out soon, but I have assessment week soon and have
to revise for that. Please don't kill me, lynch me or send assorted dangerous
characters to bring me to my demise so that you can resurrect my spirit and
force me to complete all the fics. I suppose you can tell my job from my alias
and I can and will protect myself, forcibly if I have to. And I won't kill
quickly either evil cackle Ahem.)