Tragic Kingdom
Chapter Three: Rude Awakening
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Velvet woke up, feeling as tired as she had when she'd gone to sleep. To be blunt, she felt like shit, and she probably didn't look so hot either. She sat up, her head throbbing and gently massaged her temples. Dragging a hand through her hair she wondered what time it was. She winced as her fingers pulled through her tangled locks. ~Oh well, I guess it's safe to assume that pretty boy's got an extra hairbrush~ Still slightly unsteady she placed her feet on the floor and stood up, clutching the back of the sofa for support.
Glancing at the clock she discovered it was still only five am. Her eyes turned to the sofa she'd slept on. It had been late when they'd arrived last night and as a result she'd been too tired to complain. With a snort of contempt she began to wobble towards the bathroom.
Velvet splashed cold water on her face, hoping to feel more awake. However it only worsened her headache. Almost dreading what she would see she looked up at her reflection. Her gaze swept over her face (pale), hair, (tangled), lips (cracked) and throat. She sighed, and drank some more water. Throat. Her eyes flicked back to her neck. Nothing. She tore the dress she was wearing at the shoulder in a desperate attempt to make sure. Nothing. Not even the faintest trace of the scar that the Saiyan no Ou had left there years before.
It was too much for Velvet in her frail state. She collapsed onto her knees sobbing weak, shameful tears. She began searching her mind franticly for a sign of Vegeta in her mind, a feeling, a thought, ANYTHING!
He was gone, from this dimension and from her mind.
She slammed her fist onto the floor, now more angry than sad. Her body shook with a powerful ache combined of sadness, anger and helplessness. It was all his fault, that lizard, that hideous freak that called itself Frieza.
She swore softly to herself, swearing that it would a Saiyan that took him down, one of her line, a descendant of the Royal House of Vegeta-sei.
In the midst of her turmoil of thoughts there was a soft knock on the door. "Velvet?" Zarbon's voice sounded through the door. The woman of that name gathered herself and rose to her feet.
She opened the door rather abruptly, "What?" She demanded, almost spitting the word. "Um." he turned away, blushing slightly, the dress was falling of her shoulder were it had been torn, showing quite a bit of skin. In her sorrow and rage she failed to see the effect she had on him. "Well?" "I was just wondering if you were okay," He mumbled. "Um, I have to report for training in half a few minutes, I guess you'll find your way around.." he said, moving away. She glanced past his shoulder at the kitchen clock, it was already seven.
Velvet nodded, still trying to hold back tears. "Um.ok then." He said it rather fast and was out the door in a heartbeat. The she-Saiyan sighed. It was going to be a long, long day. Her stomach growled and she remembered that she hadn't eaten in almost five days. She wandered into the kitchen.
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Zarbon tossed back his braid and turned his attention back to the fight. Dodoria smirked, "You're not in form today, pretty boy." Zarbon winced, he hated being called that, well, if it had been Velvet he wouldn't of minded.
Dodoria landed a punch on his jaw, sending him backwards. ~Damn, I really AM out of form~ he cursed to him self.
Finally the four o'clock bell rang. He sighed and picked himself up. ~Oh well, at least I get to see Velvet.~
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The door to his quarters hissed open.
The wreckage of just about everything that had been in the kitchen was littered through out the apartment. Velvet was sitting on the sofa, curled up into a ball. Her shoulders were shaking. He sat down next to her and gingerly slid an arm around her. She was to grieved to be angry and wept gently on his shoulder. Her tears rolled off his armor and soaked into the fabric of the couch.
She melted against him, crying softly, "I-I-I.hate h-him.." she choked, unable to get the right words out. Nuzzling her hair gently he whispered words of comfort to her. Slowly her sobs lessened and she drifted into a feverish sleep.
Zarbon sighed and got up, wondering if she'd ever recover from the severing of her bond. It was something not many Saiyans went through, and those who did often died of shock and grief.
He was hungry. He looked round the apartment. "Damn Saiyan appetites!"
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A/N: Sorry it was so short, the next chapter will deal with Zarbon's past and how he came to work for Frieza. DQ.
Chapter Three: Rude Awakening
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Velvet woke up, feeling as tired as she had when she'd gone to sleep. To be blunt, she felt like shit, and she probably didn't look so hot either. She sat up, her head throbbing and gently massaged her temples. Dragging a hand through her hair she wondered what time it was. She winced as her fingers pulled through her tangled locks. ~Oh well, I guess it's safe to assume that pretty boy's got an extra hairbrush~ Still slightly unsteady she placed her feet on the floor and stood up, clutching the back of the sofa for support.
Glancing at the clock she discovered it was still only five am. Her eyes turned to the sofa she'd slept on. It had been late when they'd arrived last night and as a result she'd been too tired to complain. With a snort of contempt she began to wobble towards the bathroom.
Velvet splashed cold water on her face, hoping to feel more awake. However it only worsened her headache. Almost dreading what she would see she looked up at her reflection. Her gaze swept over her face (pale), hair, (tangled), lips (cracked) and throat. She sighed, and drank some more water. Throat. Her eyes flicked back to her neck. Nothing. She tore the dress she was wearing at the shoulder in a desperate attempt to make sure. Nothing. Not even the faintest trace of the scar that the Saiyan no Ou had left there years before.
It was too much for Velvet in her frail state. She collapsed onto her knees sobbing weak, shameful tears. She began searching her mind franticly for a sign of Vegeta in her mind, a feeling, a thought, ANYTHING!
He was gone, from this dimension and from her mind.
She slammed her fist onto the floor, now more angry than sad. Her body shook with a powerful ache combined of sadness, anger and helplessness. It was all his fault, that lizard, that hideous freak that called itself Frieza.
She swore softly to herself, swearing that it would a Saiyan that took him down, one of her line, a descendant of the Royal House of Vegeta-sei.
In the midst of her turmoil of thoughts there was a soft knock on the door. "Velvet?" Zarbon's voice sounded through the door. The woman of that name gathered herself and rose to her feet.
She opened the door rather abruptly, "What?" She demanded, almost spitting the word. "Um." he turned away, blushing slightly, the dress was falling of her shoulder were it had been torn, showing quite a bit of skin. In her sorrow and rage she failed to see the effect she had on him. "Well?" "I was just wondering if you were okay," He mumbled. "Um, I have to report for training in half a few minutes, I guess you'll find your way around.." he said, moving away. She glanced past his shoulder at the kitchen clock, it was already seven.
Velvet nodded, still trying to hold back tears. "Um.ok then." He said it rather fast and was out the door in a heartbeat. The she-Saiyan sighed. It was going to be a long, long day. Her stomach growled and she remembered that she hadn't eaten in almost five days. She wandered into the kitchen.
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Zarbon tossed back his braid and turned his attention back to the fight. Dodoria smirked, "You're not in form today, pretty boy." Zarbon winced, he hated being called that, well, if it had been Velvet he wouldn't of minded.
Dodoria landed a punch on his jaw, sending him backwards. ~Damn, I really AM out of form~ he cursed to him self.
Finally the four o'clock bell rang. He sighed and picked himself up. ~Oh well, at least I get to see Velvet.~
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The door to his quarters hissed open.
The wreckage of just about everything that had been in the kitchen was littered through out the apartment. Velvet was sitting on the sofa, curled up into a ball. Her shoulders were shaking. He sat down next to her and gingerly slid an arm around her. She was to grieved to be angry and wept gently on his shoulder. Her tears rolled off his armor and soaked into the fabric of the couch.
She melted against him, crying softly, "I-I-I.hate h-him.." she choked, unable to get the right words out. Nuzzling her hair gently he whispered words of comfort to her. Slowly her sobs lessened and she drifted into a feverish sleep.
Zarbon sighed and got up, wondering if she'd ever recover from the severing of her bond. It was something not many Saiyans went through, and those who did often died of shock and grief.
He was hungry. He looked round the apartment. "Damn Saiyan appetites!"
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A/N: Sorry it was so short, the next chapter will deal with Zarbon's past and how he came to work for Frieza. DQ.