I'm Alive
Ashiko Tsurugi
Chapter 3 - To Hell and Back For You
Author's Note: Hey, hey! I'm back with chapter 3; hope you like!
He stood in front of the large oak desk. Behind it sat an immense purple-ish ogre who stared at Vegita with a grim look on his face, Enma Daio.
"Well, Vegita, this is our first time meeting, so I suggest you make this easy on yourself," he explained mildly.
Vegita stared up at him, black eyes glistening. The tears he had swallowed, but now he was filled with remorse. He knew what was coming up; it was inevitable due to his innumerable sins.
His bored sigh lead his hand to raise and pointed to a human-sized blue ogre, "Please, follow the ogre to your right to Hell."
He cringed, waiting for the Saiyajin prince to put up a fight.
Vegita let out his breath. At least the worst was over. Being sentenced was actually worse than being there... He regained some of his lost cockiness and spat, "Feh; your Hell can be no worse than purgatory."
He turned away from the astonished ogre and trudged over to the blue ogre. He stood straight up next to the fellow as he was raised and sized him up with his eyes; tall, weak, gangly, demon-like horns -- a regular wuss compared to what he was used to.
"Ready to go, sir?" the ogre asked.
"Yeah. Whatever."
He was lead down a path, then asked to go into the soul cleansing machine. His shoulders slumped and he stepped into the machine. He noticed others around him, waiting patiently.
The sound of the engine started at a soft buzz, then grew into a deafening roar. A white mist drifted over them all.
Vegita felt his eyelids drooping and what he could still see through the thickness became blurry and a mass of muddy colors. Then, after a headache birthed in the front of his head between the eyes, he shut his eyes and fell into a trance-like sleep.
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Bulma...
He dreamt of their sleep-less nights together. Hearts, bodies, beating in unison, moving in unison; one single being. He could feel her soft velvety skin beneath his own, her ear-length, silken blue hair. He could smell her soft scent of roses. He could still taste her kiss...
Large red eyes beheld him when he finally awoke from his esctasy. Suspended in a thick, freezing, air/water mix, Vegita uprighted himself from the laying position he'd hung in for the past few hours, staring at the red eyes in curiousity. His awe shoved his latest question (where am I?) into the back of his mind for later times.
"Vegita... You have been beckoned back to Earth... Are you willing?" boomed the voice.
Vegita recognized it at once. The Holy Dragon!
"Yes," he tried to say, but realized the mixture kept him from talking. Instead, he shook his head up and down.
A bright flash of light engulfed him, its embrace comforting to his battered body. A cool breeze swept up his messy spikes of hair.
"Now, where am I?" he managed to choke out.
"Vegita!" came Bulma's voice. It echoed about him, never quite reaching him, but he could still hear the replicas.
A rush of color flung him backwards onto his back, throwing him from the light. A gentle mat of lush green grass broke his fall.
"Vegita!"
He opened his ebony eyes and found them staring into blue orbs. Tears brushed his tanned cheeks and a new warmth pressed against his lips.
Bulma pulled away from their kiss and smiled at him. Her eyes swam with tears as she watched him.
"W-We wished for all the good people to come back... And you came with them, Vegita..." she whispered.
He sat up, shaking his head to rid himself of the nausious feeling of Hell. He tilted his head upward and met her eyes again.
"I love you."
*_*Yay! Done! Hope you guys liked it!*_*
Ashiko Tsurugi
Chapter 3 - To Hell and Back For You
Author's Note: Hey, hey! I'm back with chapter 3; hope you like!
He stood in front of the large oak desk. Behind it sat an immense purple-ish ogre who stared at Vegita with a grim look on his face, Enma Daio.
"Well, Vegita, this is our first time meeting, so I suggest you make this easy on yourself," he explained mildly.
Vegita stared up at him, black eyes glistening. The tears he had swallowed, but now he was filled with remorse. He knew what was coming up; it was inevitable due to his innumerable sins.
His bored sigh lead his hand to raise and pointed to a human-sized blue ogre, "Please, follow the ogre to your right to Hell."
He cringed, waiting for the Saiyajin prince to put up a fight.
Vegita let out his breath. At least the worst was over. Being sentenced was actually worse than being there... He regained some of his lost cockiness and spat, "Feh; your Hell can be no worse than purgatory."
He turned away from the astonished ogre and trudged over to the blue ogre. He stood straight up next to the fellow as he was raised and sized him up with his eyes; tall, weak, gangly, demon-like horns -- a regular wuss compared to what he was used to.
"Ready to go, sir?" the ogre asked.
"Yeah. Whatever."
He was lead down a path, then asked to go into the soul cleansing machine. His shoulders slumped and he stepped into the machine. He noticed others around him, waiting patiently.
The sound of the engine started at a soft buzz, then grew into a deafening roar. A white mist drifted over them all.
Vegita felt his eyelids drooping and what he could still see through the thickness became blurry and a mass of muddy colors. Then, after a headache birthed in the front of his head between the eyes, he shut his eyes and fell into a trance-like sleep.
*******************
Bulma...
He dreamt of their sleep-less nights together. Hearts, bodies, beating in unison, moving in unison; one single being. He could feel her soft velvety skin beneath his own, her ear-length, silken blue hair. He could smell her soft scent of roses. He could still taste her kiss...
Large red eyes beheld him when he finally awoke from his esctasy. Suspended in a thick, freezing, air/water mix, Vegita uprighted himself from the laying position he'd hung in for the past few hours, staring at the red eyes in curiousity. His awe shoved his latest question (where am I?) into the back of his mind for later times.
"Vegita... You have been beckoned back to Earth... Are you willing?" boomed the voice.
Vegita recognized it at once. The Holy Dragon!
"Yes," he tried to say, but realized the mixture kept him from talking. Instead, he shook his head up and down.
A bright flash of light engulfed him, its embrace comforting to his battered body. A cool breeze swept up his messy spikes of hair.
"Now, where am I?" he managed to choke out.
"Vegita!" came Bulma's voice. It echoed about him, never quite reaching him, but he could still hear the replicas.
A rush of color flung him backwards onto his back, throwing him from the light. A gentle mat of lush green grass broke his fall.
"Vegita!"
He opened his ebony eyes and found them staring into blue orbs. Tears brushed his tanned cheeks and a new warmth pressed against his lips.
Bulma pulled away from their kiss and smiled at him. Her eyes swam with tears as she watched him.
"W-We wished for all the good people to come back... And you came with them, Vegita..." she whispered.
He sat up, shaking his head to rid himself of the nausious feeling of Hell. He tilted his head upward and met her eyes again.
"I love you."
*_*Yay! Done! Hope you guys liked it!*_*