Soliloquy in the Dark
Chapter Three
(Hello again peeps! Hope you liked the last installment of the fic. I'm sorry it was so short. 8(. Thank you for reviewing 8) I'm running out of pre-written work tho'. So far, all these chapters were written in one go 'when the fic was new' in my mind. As I get towards the end, I begin to run out of ideas. This is why I need feedback. If anyone has a long outline of how they think this fic should go, send them to my e-mail address and I will take a look at them. Neway, enuff blah blah blah for now. ON WITH THE FIC!!!!)
Bulma was disturbed from her reverie by an incessant ringing. *The doorbell? Who could that be? * She got up, answered the door and was definitely surprised to say the least. Piccolo stood there- and that in itself was surprising enough. What was worse was that he was carrying Vegeta?!?!?
Bulma gawked, stuttering at Piccolo while pointing with a shaky hand. "Wha-wha-wha?" was all she seemed capable of saying. Piccolo sighed and went upstairs to put Vegeta down. "The stupid baka flew into lightning." Was all he said, before depositing the Ouji and flying away. Bulma shouted her thanks after him before turning round to inspect the Saiyan. She blanched at the sight of his burned and blackened skin and the taut pale look on his face. He was too pale… and his cheeks were glowing red. Bulma tentatively touched the back of her hand to the underside of his chin and raised her eyebrows. He had way too high a fever. She set to work on attaching him to a drip, keeping him warm and cleaning and dressing the huge burns down his left side.
Vegeta moaned in pain occasionally, and thrashed and screamed in a delirious sleep. Bulma couldn't understand most of what he said, but understood enough to know that it was something to do with Frieza. Vegeta's screaming got so bad that it was disrupting her sleep, and his, so she had to give him a sedative. He quieted as a result, but continued to murmur and turn as he slept.
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Vegeta was killing people. He did so blankly, like a robot or automaton. He watched, hanging in the air, with his head tilted carelessly as the masses of alien races below him wasted no time screaming and ran silently for cover. He lifted his head, sighed a little, and extended a hand. He mouthed the name of the attack wordlessly, and watched, bored, while the energy within him collected and burst from his palm, washing over the aliens like a caress. He listened to the sizzles of the bodies burning, hearing no screams for an unexplainable reason.
He suddenly came to life when he sensed the devil approaching. Turning, he saw his long-time boss and tormentor's silhouette. He leapt back, raising a hand and prepared to do to the demon what he had just done to the alien races. He looked down at his arm and saw his power running through his system. It flowed through his veins, replacing his blood and burning ever so slightly. He overcame his shock at this new development, spread his palm and willed the energy to leave him, to burn through his adversary as surely as his blood pumped through his body.
The energy jumped from the ball it had formed in his palm, aimed itself at the monster and… entered him. The demon chuckled, a disturbing sound, as the energy just shot flowed into him and became part of his blood, mingling with his life source, as if it was his own.
"Stupid monkey," the shape hissed. "You are mine…"
He re-shaped the energy and threw it back at Vegeta.
"…And I possess you, and everything inside you…"
It hit him full force, and burned his chest. Vegeta felt the pain but didn't fall.
"…Including your power…"
As the monster floated closer, Vegeta felt the energy running through him begin to collect in his hands, leaving the rest of him dark and barren.
"…Your spirit…"
The familiar burn and lust for victory, the very essence of his personality that marked Vegeta as a Saiyan, followed the path of his power. Vegeta felt himself grow hollow.
"… And your soul."
The power and fire in Vegeta's hands burst out of him violently, reaching out and hitting the laughing monster opposite him, who swallowed it all in. Vegeta screamed till his throat was raw, as it burnt out of him. He threw his head back and his scream reached a new volume. His eyes flashed silver briefly before power poured out of them also, needing another outlet other than his hands. It poured out of his mouth, and Vegeta writhed as it coursed thorough him, trying to regain control of this electric and feral power that was him. A link remained between the two; a bridge of power after the brunt of it had passed through the now weakened warrior.
"If I am to own you though, I must take care of you."
The devil continued.
"So here is part of me, that once was you."
A new power poured up to Vegeta's hands. Unlike the fiery burn of his own, this burned with coldness so profound; it would freeze your very blood.
"After you receive this gift you will be able to join me. You cannot become soulless on your own. Everyone is born with a soul."
The foul creature in front of him said the word as if it were a plague, or a pestilence that needed to be eradicated. Vegeta could barely listen over the incessant wails of the cold power, trying to be let in, begging to house itself within Vegeta.
"You need one Vegeta. I have taken yours and you must take mine. Listen to it. It was yours once. It can be again. It wants to course through your veins once again. You must accept it. For you are too weak to live without one."
Vegeta resisted the power battling into him and shrieked out in his mind.
* I'm not weak. I would rather… survive without one than… take back what is mine… now tarnished with your…own! *
So saying, he pushed back as hard as he could and sent the cold energy back into its source.
"YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE!!!!"
The monster screamed before it disappeared.
"Maybe," Vegeta panted. "But it's my mistake to make."
Vegeta suddenly noticed that he had fallen to his knees on the ground, unable to get up. He looked around, surrounded by the souls of the dead by his hand.
You may have been stronger than us in life. They choked out. But in this place, we are stronger.
"Wait!" Vegeta cried. "What must I do to return to myself?"
The souls laughed. It's not what you have to do, but what we must do. But know this…
The souls began to disappear, and stopped laughing.
We can never forgive you.
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Bulma leapt up. Someone was in the room with her. She spun around only to confront… a chest? Looking up, she saw that Piccolo had returned.
"Piccolo? What are you doing here?"
Piccolo held out a hand and dropped a bag into hers.
"Korin told me to give these to you." The stoic Namek rumbled. "They'll help the 'King of Idiots' here get better."
Bulma reached into the bag and pulled out… "A senzu bean! Thanks Pic…"
It was too late for thanks. The Namek had left as suddenly as he had come.
Now all Bulma had to do was give Vegeta the miraculous little bean and he would be out of her hair again.
*He won't be lying
around anymore. * Bulma thought. *So then… why do
I feel so bad? *
That was a long one!!! This was written off
the top off my head. I usually plan these things but.. hey. If you leave your e
mail when you r/r I will send you a very short presentation on what amusing
things can happen when Vegeta gets bored. Uh-oh. Chapter Four will be out soon.
I would really love some e mailed help for the rest of this fic tho'. Thanx
great people. 8)