Disclaimer: Ok, I own 'The Demon', I own it's sequel (Not even written yet!) and I own these fanfics, and other various novels, but I do NOT own Final Fantasy IX or Squaresoft, or whatever....*giggle*
To write, or not to write....that is....my question? Eh? Wha....Bah! .I'm no Shakespear or Mowatt, or whatever. I aint no J.K.Rowling, and I certianly aint no Tamora Pierce (she's so cool! the BEST author ever!) I can tell you ONE thing. I. Am. Invincible! BWAHAHA! No, just kidding.
All right, all right. So the show Must go on, eh? Sigh. I'm so proud of myself, *sniff* Right. Anyway.....
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It was dark, when Bulma woke up. Blinking away the bleariness and sleep from her eyes, she slowly sat up in bed, twisting her head left, and then right. She was trying to determine where the noise, the sharp, cracking noise was coming from. It sounded almost as if it were a wire being short-circuited, but a lot loud, and, well, stronger.
The blue-haired woman looked down, to her left, and nearly jolted ouot of her skin to see that Vegeta's spot was empty. Softly, she laid a hand on the spot where he usually slept. It was still warm.
Suddenly, she became away of a husky voice, whipering to someone outside. Or, at least she though she had. As soon as she became away of it, it stopped, and her head rang with silence. Whoever it had been, it was coming from the direction of the bedroom patio.
"Ve...Vegeta?" she whispered.
To her surprise, the voice that answered her came from directly behind, "Lie down, woman. It's nothing."
Nearly trembling, Bulma turned around in bed, and saw Vegeta approaching her, arms crossed. She bit her lip, nervously, "What's....what is that sound?"
Vegeta stopped short to stare at her for a moment, "I hear nothing."
"Listen," she prompted, and gestured towards the patio door. "It's coming from outside, and....and I heard a voice, too."
The saij-in prince blinked at her, and glanced towards the door. With an expression declaring that he was clearly annoyed, he stalked towards it. He peered silently through the glass, before teseing t he handle. Then he slid the patio door open.. Bulma held her breath.
Immediatly, the cracking sound grew louder, almost deafening. A loud snapping noise filled the house, and a flash of white light caused Bulma to shield her face. Suddenly, to her horror, she heard Vegeta cry out in pain. She opened her eyes just in time to see a pale green light seep over the balcony railing and hit him square in the face. The saij-in threw himself backwards, stumbling to his knees, as the sound grew even louder. The flash had receded, but a dim light started to appear at the lip of the patio wall. It too, was pale green.
Bulma gasped her surprise, and leapt out f her covers at once. Whispering feverish curses, she threw herself on the floor beside Vegeta, and placed both hands on his shoulders. She leaned over, peering into his face, which he now covered with both of his hands, "Vegeta!"
Surprisingly, her didn't flinch. He merely lifted his head, slowly, and took his left and away. Bulma caught her breath. His left eye was drenched in blood, and he had a horrible burn down the left side of his cheek. Swearing, the saij-in prince shook off her hands, and said something that was unclear to her. Gently, Bulma placed her hands where they were before, only to have them shaken off again, "You stupid baka," he nearly growled. "Get away form me....I'm fine."
Bulma frowned, "You're hurt."
Vegeta sneered, and stood back up on his two feet, wiping the blood form his eyes, "It is not serious. I am more concerned about what the hell that was!"
Bulma suddenly felt the same way, and did not interfere when Vegeta began to approach the balcony. Only when he reached the door did she speak out. "Vegeta," she said softly. He half-glanced over his shoulder. "Be careful..."
Snorting, the saij-in prince stepped out onto the dully-lit balcony, and not bothering with caution, he leaned over the railing. With his back to her, Bulma could not make out his expression on his face. Yet the fact that after several moments, he did not lean back again, made it clear that what he saw was more or less unnatural. She swallowed drly, "Vegeta? What...what is it?"
Slowly, Vegeta turned around again, and crossed his arms, "I do not believe I ever remember owning an energy sphere in our back yard."
Bulma blinked back her shock, "A...a what?"
"Hmm," the saij-in huffed. "It is unusual."
"Vegeta..." Bulma said in a tone just above a whisper, and raced after him as he made for the bedroom door. "Wait! I'm coming with you this time. One doesn't even have to wonder what you'll get yourself into next."
Stopping only momentarily, he turned his head to give her a cold glare. Then he disappeared through the doorway. Bulma carefully followed him down the stairs. There was no reason to make more noise than was needed. If Trunks woke up, he would never get back to sleep as long as he knew there was something strange going on....
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Amarant was inside of Alexandria castle at last. It was, surprisingly, quite empty, besides the few guards and maids that never stopped rushing around. Amarant scowled -- Why did the guards have to bow to him like that? They did it for Zidane, Dagger, Vivi, Eiko....everyone. Even himself, and he could tell clearly by their expressions that they would rather NOT bow to him. But they had duties, and that was all that kept the bandit from sneering at them.
He tried, but he could not forget the words that he'd written inside of his 'little book'. Although writing them down seemed to have taken a small load off of his mind, the same reality repeated itself over and over again, inside of his mind. He knew too much of Gaia's pending death to simply ignore. He wasn't that uncaring, to let all life be wiped from existance -- especially when it included his own. And....
And Lani's...
No, he was wrong. He'd be happy, in fact, if she'd simply disappeared. Of course he would.
Wouldn't he?
"Halt, you- Oh. My apologies, Sir Amarant."
The bandit had already reached the foot of the stairs, and was preparing to ascend them, when he heard the annoying, yet familiar voice.. With a small clank of rusted metal, Steiner stepped forward from behind him, clearly aware that Amarant wasn't in the mood to turn around. Haughtily, the knight shook his hand in the tall, red-haired man's face, "I did not recognize you at first. Even giving the amount of jealousy you have shown me in the past, I must admit that it is a please to see you again."
Amarant wondered how that could actually be possible, but he hastily agreed with himself that it was hardly time to get angry, "Take me to Zidane."
"Hmm," replied Steiner, flatly. "Still an ignorant scoundrel. Must I remind you, it has only been a week since Zidane's return. He is.....rather busy at the moment."
Amarant also decided that he was not ready for games, "I don't care. What could he possibly be so busy with, that he can't hear the news I have to give him?"
"Perhaps," sugggested the knight, "You should report to me. I will relay your message to him later."
"I would," scowled Amarant. "But I'd hate to see a grown man cry."
Steiner set his mouth in a firm line, "Listen, you-"
"There won't be a later, if I can't see Zidane. Now," pressed Amarant, feeling his patience wearing thin.
"Very well," huffed the captain of the Pluto Knights. "Then I'll let that accursed monkey deal with you, instead."
Amarant, naturally, did not say anything in return, but followed Steiner at a distance, as the knight climbed the stone stairway. However, there was to be no trip into any royal chamber, or perhaps a conference room, for as the two reached the top of the steps, a muffled exclaimation was heard from behind a nearby door.
Almost at once, Steiner pushed the tall bandit to one side. But before Amarant could comment, the twin doors to the large, adjoining hall burst open, to reveal a very flustered, and angry-looking Dagger. Either she didn't see Amarant and Steiner, or she didn't care, for she flew past them and paused at the top of the stairs. Amarant stared at her, standing just to her left.
Zidane, of course, was the one to appear next. Grinning foolishly, he skidded to a halt and crossed his arms. Unlike the queen, he was quick to spot Amarant, and the red-faced Steiner. He tilted his head to one side, "Hello Amarant." He nodded, briskly. "Rusty."
Startled, and finally appearing to realize who was standing so close to her, Dagger spun to her left. She leapt back with a gasp. She put a hand to her chest, and breathed heavily a number of times, befor elifting her head to look at Amarant, "Don't....scare me like that!" she half-squeaked.
Zidane's grin grew wider, "He is kinda intimidating."
"Keep your worthless, low-life comments out of my-" Steiner began, shaking his fist.
The former thief shrugged, and interrupted the knight, "I was talking about the hulking, evil-glaring, seven-foot tall man in front of you, Rusty."
Steiner shut up.
"Oh, Zidane...." Dagger sighed, and turned to face him. "Look, that comment would have been touching, if you'd not called me 'Sarah'!"
"It was an accident!" Zidane insisted, gesturing with his hands. "I swear it! You look so much like that girl I knew. It was an honest mistake!"
Again, the queen sighed, "Did this have to happen so soon....? I thought you would have changed! And look now, we're fighting again, because you still seem so keenly interested on other girls!"
Zidane smiled, sheepishly, "It....makes you jealous, then?"
"Oh!" Dagger huffed, and stuck her hands on her hips. "Tell me your kidding!"
Zidane scratched the back of his neck, innocently, "All right, I was-"
"Terra is alive."
It came from nowhere, stuck in the middle of a subject almost humorous. Amarant hadn't meant to say it then, but his mounting annoyance and fury had forced the words from his mouth. He'd wanted to talk to Zidane in private, where only he could hear the sad news. He hadn't wanted to drag Dagger, or even Steiner into this mess. It was Zidane's home planet -- he would have to take care of it. By himself.
Almost.
All three heads turned towards the tall bandit, and for several moments, no one spoken. Then, falteringly, Zidane spoke up, "E-excuse me?"
"I saw it," Amarant informed him, deciding that now that he'd said it, he would have to follow up on the matter. "It hasn't been destroyed. It still seeths with life, and yet it's full of death. How can I describe it?" He lifted his hands slightly, to show his own confusion. "It's....alive, but dying. Growing...but, well.....dying."
"Amarant...." Dagger's voice was strangely unnerved. "You're not someone to usually joke around, but this is a bad time to start, please."
Amarant shook his head, "A bad time, maybe. But I'm certainly not starting anything, let alone a joke. This is for real."
"Whoa," said Zidane, blinking back his bewilderment. "Back up for a sec. Did you just say TERRA was....alive?"
Amarant crossed his arms, "In a matter of speaking."
Zidane's mouth dropped open, "WHAT?!?!"
"Zidane, let us not overreact," began Steiner, turning his glare on Amarant. "I have a feeling this rascal is up to something."
Amarant ignored him.
"Hello?" Zidane, half-cried. "I'd like to listen to what he has to say!"
Dagger did not say anything. She had gone pale.
Amarant, however, sighed under his breath. He hated explaining things. And judging by their puzzled, unbelieving expressions, it was going to be a long time before they understood anything. It was too bad he would have to think of better, brief explanation. After all, some things were meant to be short.
Like victories, for instance.
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(Don't get mad! Ok, all right, so I didn't cross over yet. But this'll be one of my longer, more entertaining fanfictions, right? I'll get it next time though. Don't worry! *grin* I'm NOT going another chapter without allowing Vegeta and Amarant to exchange their comments *evil grin* BWAHAHAHAHA! Ehehe, Ok, I promise. I will NEVER compare Zidane to Goku again. *ehem*)
To write, or not to write....that is....my question? Eh? Wha....Bah! .I'm no Shakespear or Mowatt, or whatever. I aint no J.K.Rowling, and I certianly aint no Tamora Pierce (she's so cool! the BEST author ever!) I can tell you ONE thing. I. Am. Invincible! BWAHAHA! No, just kidding.
All right, all right. So the show Must go on, eh? Sigh. I'm so proud of myself, *sniff* Right. Anyway.....
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It was dark, when Bulma woke up. Blinking away the bleariness and sleep from her eyes, she slowly sat up in bed, twisting her head left, and then right. She was trying to determine where the noise, the sharp, cracking noise was coming from. It sounded almost as if it were a wire being short-circuited, but a lot loud, and, well, stronger.
The blue-haired woman looked down, to her left, and nearly jolted ouot of her skin to see that Vegeta's spot was empty. Softly, she laid a hand on the spot where he usually slept. It was still warm.
Suddenly, she became away of a husky voice, whipering to someone outside. Or, at least she though she had. As soon as she became away of it, it stopped, and her head rang with silence. Whoever it had been, it was coming from the direction of the bedroom patio.
"Ve...Vegeta?" she whispered.
To her surprise, the voice that answered her came from directly behind, "Lie down, woman. It's nothing."
Nearly trembling, Bulma turned around in bed, and saw Vegeta approaching her, arms crossed. She bit her lip, nervously, "What's....what is that sound?"
Vegeta stopped short to stare at her for a moment, "I hear nothing."
"Listen," she prompted, and gestured towards the patio door. "It's coming from outside, and....and I heard a voice, too."
The saij-in prince blinked at her, and glanced towards the door. With an expression declaring that he was clearly annoyed, he stalked towards it. He peered silently through the glass, before teseing t he handle. Then he slid the patio door open.. Bulma held her breath.
Immediatly, the cracking sound grew louder, almost deafening. A loud snapping noise filled the house, and a flash of white light caused Bulma to shield her face. Suddenly, to her horror, she heard Vegeta cry out in pain. She opened her eyes just in time to see a pale green light seep over the balcony railing and hit him square in the face. The saij-in threw himself backwards, stumbling to his knees, as the sound grew even louder. The flash had receded, but a dim light started to appear at the lip of the patio wall. It too, was pale green.
Bulma gasped her surprise, and leapt out f her covers at once. Whispering feverish curses, she threw herself on the floor beside Vegeta, and placed both hands on his shoulders. She leaned over, peering into his face, which he now covered with both of his hands, "Vegeta!"
Surprisingly, her didn't flinch. He merely lifted his head, slowly, and took his left and away. Bulma caught her breath. His left eye was drenched in blood, and he had a horrible burn down the left side of his cheek. Swearing, the saij-in prince shook off her hands, and said something that was unclear to her. Gently, Bulma placed her hands where they were before, only to have them shaken off again, "You stupid baka," he nearly growled. "Get away form me....I'm fine."
Bulma frowned, "You're hurt."
Vegeta sneered, and stood back up on his two feet, wiping the blood form his eyes, "It is not serious. I am more concerned about what the hell that was!"
Bulma suddenly felt the same way, and did not interfere when Vegeta began to approach the balcony. Only when he reached the door did she speak out. "Vegeta," she said softly. He half-glanced over his shoulder. "Be careful..."
Snorting, the saij-in prince stepped out onto the dully-lit balcony, and not bothering with caution, he leaned over the railing. With his back to her, Bulma could not make out his expression on his face. Yet the fact that after several moments, he did not lean back again, made it clear that what he saw was more or less unnatural. She swallowed drly, "Vegeta? What...what is it?"
Slowly, Vegeta turned around again, and crossed his arms, "I do not believe I ever remember owning an energy sphere in our back yard."
Bulma blinked back her shock, "A...a what?"
"Hmm," the saij-in huffed. "It is unusual."
"Vegeta..." Bulma said in a tone just above a whisper, and raced after him as he made for the bedroom door. "Wait! I'm coming with you this time. One doesn't even have to wonder what you'll get yourself into next."
Stopping only momentarily, he turned his head to give her a cold glare. Then he disappeared through the doorway. Bulma carefully followed him down the stairs. There was no reason to make more noise than was needed. If Trunks woke up, he would never get back to sleep as long as he knew there was something strange going on....
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Amarant was inside of Alexandria castle at last. It was, surprisingly, quite empty, besides the few guards and maids that never stopped rushing around. Amarant scowled -- Why did the guards have to bow to him like that? They did it for Zidane, Dagger, Vivi, Eiko....everyone. Even himself, and he could tell clearly by their expressions that they would rather NOT bow to him. But they had duties, and that was all that kept the bandit from sneering at them.
He tried, but he could not forget the words that he'd written inside of his 'little book'. Although writing them down seemed to have taken a small load off of his mind, the same reality repeated itself over and over again, inside of his mind. He knew too much of Gaia's pending death to simply ignore. He wasn't that uncaring, to let all life be wiped from existance -- especially when it included his own. And....
And Lani's...
No, he was wrong. He'd be happy, in fact, if she'd simply disappeared. Of course he would.
Wouldn't he?
"Halt, you- Oh. My apologies, Sir Amarant."
The bandit had already reached the foot of the stairs, and was preparing to ascend them, when he heard the annoying, yet familiar voice.. With a small clank of rusted metal, Steiner stepped forward from behind him, clearly aware that Amarant wasn't in the mood to turn around. Haughtily, the knight shook his hand in the tall, red-haired man's face, "I did not recognize you at first. Even giving the amount of jealousy you have shown me in the past, I must admit that it is a please to see you again."
Amarant wondered how that could actually be possible, but he hastily agreed with himself that it was hardly time to get angry, "Take me to Zidane."
"Hmm," replied Steiner, flatly. "Still an ignorant scoundrel. Must I remind you, it has only been a week since Zidane's return. He is.....rather busy at the moment."
Amarant also decided that he was not ready for games, "I don't care. What could he possibly be so busy with, that he can't hear the news I have to give him?"
"Perhaps," sugggested the knight, "You should report to me. I will relay your message to him later."
"I would," scowled Amarant. "But I'd hate to see a grown man cry."
Steiner set his mouth in a firm line, "Listen, you-"
"There won't be a later, if I can't see Zidane. Now," pressed Amarant, feeling his patience wearing thin.
"Very well," huffed the captain of the Pluto Knights. "Then I'll let that accursed monkey deal with you, instead."
Amarant, naturally, did not say anything in return, but followed Steiner at a distance, as the knight climbed the stone stairway. However, there was to be no trip into any royal chamber, or perhaps a conference room, for as the two reached the top of the steps, a muffled exclaimation was heard from behind a nearby door.
Almost at once, Steiner pushed the tall bandit to one side. But before Amarant could comment, the twin doors to the large, adjoining hall burst open, to reveal a very flustered, and angry-looking Dagger. Either she didn't see Amarant and Steiner, or she didn't care, for she flew past them and paused at the top of the stairs. Amarant stared at her, standing just to her left.
Zidane, of course, was the one to appear next. Grinning foolishly, he skidded to a halt and crossed his arms. Unlike the queen, he was quick to spot Amarant, and the red-faced Steiner. He tilted his head to one side, "Hello Amarant." He nodded, briskly. "Rusty."
Startled, and finally appearing to realize who was standing so close to her, Dagger spun to her left. She leapt back with a gasp. She put a hand to her chest, and breathed heavily a number of times, befor elifting her head to look at Amarant, "Don't....scare me like that!" she half-squeaked.
Zidane's grin grew wider, "He is kinda intimidating."
"Keep your worthless, low-life comments out of my-" Steiner began, shaking his fist.
The former thief shrugged, and interrupted the knight, "I was talking about the hulking, evil-glaring, seven-foot tall man in front of you, Rusty."
Steiner shut up.
"Oh, Zidane...." Dagger sighed, and turned to face him. "Look, that comment would have been touching, if you'd not called me 'Sarah'!"
"It was an accident!" Zidane insisted, gesturing with his hands. "I swear it! You look so much like that girl I knew. It was an honest mistake!"
Again, the queen sighed, "Did this have to happen so soon....? I thought you would have changed! And look now, we're fighting again, because you still seem so keenly interested on other girls!"
Zidane smiled, sheepishly, "It....makes you jealous, then?"
"Oh!" Dagger huffed, and stuck her hands on her hips. "Tell me your kidding!"
Zidane scratched the back of his neck, innocently, "All right, I was-"
"Terra is alive."
It came from nowhere, stuck in the middle of a subject almost humorous. Amarant hadn't meant to say it then, but his mounting annoyance and fury had forced the words from his mouth. He'd wanted to talk to Zidane in private, where only he could hear the sad news. He hadn't wanted to drag Dagger, or even Steiner into this mess. It was Zidane's home planet -- he would have to take care of it. By himself.
Almost.
All three heads turned towards the tall bandit, and for several moments, no one spoken. Then, falteringly, Zidane spoke up, "E-excuse me?"
"I saw it," Amarant informed him, deciding that now that he'd said it, he would have to follow up on the matter. "It hasn't been destroyed. It still seeths with life, and yet it's full of death. How can I describe it?" He lifted his hands slightly, to show his own confusion. "It's....alive, but dying. Growing...but, well.....dying."
"Amarant...." Dagger's voice was strangely unnerved. "You're not someone to usually joke around, but this is a bad time to start, please."
Amarant shook his head, "A bad time, maybe. But I'm certainly not starting anything, let alone a joke. This is for real."
"Whoa," said Zidane, blinking back his bewilderment. "Back up for a sec. Did you just say TERRA was....alive?"
Amarant crossed his arms, "In a matter of speaking."
Zidane's mouth dropped open, "WHAT?!?!"
"Zidane, let us not overreact," began Steiner, turning his glare on Amarant. "I have a feeling this rascal is up to something."
Amarant ignored him.
"Hello?" Zidane, half-cried. "I'd like to listen to what he has to say!"
Dagger did not say anything. She had gone pale.
Amarant, however, sighed under his breath. He hated explaining things. And judging by their puzzled, unbelieving expressions, it was going to be a long time before they understood anything. It was too bad he would have to think of better, brief explanation. After all, some things were meant to be short.
Like victories, for instance.
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(Don't get mad! Ok, all right, so I didn't cross over yet. But this'll be one of my longer, more entertaining fanfictions, right? I'll get it next time though. Don't worry! *grin* I'm NOT going another chapter without allowing Vegeta and Amarant to exchange their comments *evil grin* BWAHAHAHAHA! Ehehe, Ok, I promise. I will NEVER compare Zidane to Goku again. *ehem*)
