Disclaimer: Kami, I wished I owned it.....
A/N: Well most of you know me from "My Little Veggie Story" Sorry I haven't updated that in a while heheh... But about a year ago I was watching the Cell Games and this brilliant idea for a fic came into my mind. It took me a week to come up with every word, thought, and action that I wanted. The only problem: It was all still in my mind... Well the whole plot is in my head just waiting to escape. I never wrote it down because I feared that if I wrote it down I would lessen its greatness...LOL. This was the story that made me get an account at FF.net.... Yeah I honestly think that it is that awesome... Well the craving to write this finally won and I'm gonna write this. It might take me while to update because I want to make sure that all this promo that I'm giving the story is worth it. And if I don't think a chapter is good enough I'll take it down and write this until its perfect. So now, without futher ado I give you...............
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The Way It Should Be
Hyperbolic Time Chamber
An edifice. Surrounded by nothing and everything. Eternity. An escape for some, a death trap to others. The weak fear it and the strong embrace it. This one construction can save or destroy the world... The Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It is always the same. Not this time. For it is inhabited by two certain Saiyans....
Loud noises, thunderous explosions are all that can be heard. Grunts and gasps echoing through forever. The floor, quaking from the great power released from the entities. A force that will never be reached by any mere human. A power so good, and pure, and evil and dark at the same time, that it sends chills up the spine of anyone who can sense it. Brilliant lights flashing around so swiftly that it is blinding to just think of one.
A tall, handsome, muscular, quiet, seemingly peaceful, lavender-haired warrior walks through the pathway leading from perpetuity to the living quarters. It is dreadfully small compared to the vast ranges of space outside, but it serves it's purpose. He walks up that one step, the one with the intention of disorienting a newcomer, past the giant hour glass, that mocks him with its infinite amount of sand, past the arch way, and sits in the small table in the center of the room. To the left he sees two beds separated by only a sheet, and to the right, the most prized possesion this entrapment has to offer, the food cabinet. He stares straight ahead, oblivious to the blood coming out from the multiple injuries on his body and his tattered clothes. His breath, short and raspy. His eyes closing, then opening quickly. Going from conciousness to unconciousness.He puts his head in his hands to stop the throbbing inside.....
'Kami.....So this is what hell is...The pain.... I never thought this would be so intense...And I guess it doesn't help that I am completely alone. Heh. With no support. With no way of keeping my sanity... Every moment becomes worse... Torturous days and sleepless nights. Sometimes to the point where I can no longer breathe... I think I die every time that I realize that I'm still trapped in here.... Of course I am not alone physically. He is here but, not with me. The arrogant proud Saiyan Prince, my father. Father. My whole life had been spent with the few memories and stories that I had of him... I longed to know him.. To understand him.... Now here I am in this Kami forsaken hyperbolic time chamber with him....alone. My existence means nothing to him. The only reason he agreed to my training with him, was because everyone begged him to let me join him, for the sake of staying sane. Even then he was still reluctant.. It took Goku a lot of convincing. Goku. Even on the first day that we ever met he felt like a real father to me. He was more of a father for those thirty minutes that we talked, than these seven months with Vegeta. 'Boy! Don't you dare get in the way of my training!' We have been in here seven months. SEVEN MONTHS! And that is all he has said to me. What the hell is his problem?! I come back from the future, to warn him, to save him... And yet he treats me like some scum not worthy to be near him, to touch him, to talk to him, to even think of becoming stronger... Oh Kami... If he didn't like me before, he will despise me now... About a month ago I surpassed his level...Not by much, but with Psycho-Dad over here...I don't know how he's gonna take it.. So here I am, Demi Sayain from the future, stronger than his own father, the great Saiyan Prince, all alone. Everyday I see him in the midst of all the illusions the chamber has to offer.. He stands there for what seems to be eternity, meditating, strategizing, planning, waiting, growing more and more powerful each second. But I can only watch, for if I were to intervene, I would have to face great consequences. I have learned from the first time:.... I found him burning. Burning alive, engulfed in flames so huge, even a Saiyan could not last in their immense greatness. I was worried.. I had never seen anything like that before. I thought he was in trouble. That the chamber had resented us being here at all. That it was trying ensure our demise. I ran over, powering up, trying to save the person that I had only known as a small child and in my dreams...my father. I reached him, only to be knocked down and threatened. 'Brat! What did I tell you about interfering?! I need no one! Stay the hell away from me! Got that?!!' I realized that the flames were not coming from the chamber at all.. They were from him.. All his anger, rage, and determination released through those flames. To think that all hatred, that flows through his veins, flows through mine. It's almost sickening...... Almost. You forget I am his son....' His thoughts were iteruppted by familiar footsteps. They can never be mistaken for anyone else's, even if they are the only two people in this dimesion.
Vegeta entered the the room with blood all over his body. His breathing style the same as Trunks' had been only moments ago. He headed straight to the food cabinet, took out a piece of meat, then fried it in his hands.As he made his way back to eternity, he looked at him with a cold stare. No emotion. Nada.
"Brat. Only the weak sit in that position... Your head should be held high with the pride of a true Saiyan..not lowered in your hands like an insignificant creature..Hmph." The Prince returned to his training leaving the boy alone again with his thoughts.
'So he speaks. Nice to see you too, Father.' Trunks thought, trying to look away from Vegeta's descesding figure.
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OK OK I know Its short but c'mon It's just the intro ya'll! I know exactly where I'm going with this so don't worry:) Review!!!!! Please!!!!!
A/N: Well most of you know me from "My Little Veggie Story" Sorry I haven't updated that in a while heheh... But about a year ago I was watching the Cell Games and this brilliant idea for a fic came into my mind. It took me a week to come up with every word, thought, and action that I wanted. The only problem: It was all still in my mind... Well the whole plot is in my head just waiting to escape. I never wrote it down because I feared that if I wrote it down I would lessen its greatness...LOL. This was the story that made me get an account at FF.net.... Yeah I honestly think that it is that awesome... Well the craving to write this finally won and I'm gonna write this. It might take me while to update because I want to make sure that all this promo that I'm giving the story is worth it. And if I don't think a chapter is good enough I'll take it down and write this until its perfect. So now, without futher ado I give you...............
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The Way It Should Be
Hyperbolic Time Chamber
An edifice. Surrounded by nothing and everything. Eternity. An escape for some, a death trap to others. The weak fear it and the strong embrace it. This one construction can save or destroy the world... The Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It is always the same. Not this time. For it is inhabited by two certain Saiyans....
Loud noises, thunderous explosions are all that can be heard. Grunts and gasps echoing through forever. The floor, quaking from the great power released from the entities. A force that will never be reached by any mere human. A power so good, and pure, and evil and dark at the same time, that it sends chills up the spine of anyone who can sense it. Brilliant lights flashing around so swiftly that it is blinding to just think of one.
A tall, handsome, muscular, quiet, seemingly peaceful, lavender-haired warrior walks through the pathway leading from perpetuity to the living quarters. It is dreadfully small compared to the vast ranges of space outside, but it serves it's purpose. He walks up that one step, the one with the intention of disorienting a newcomer, past the giant hour glass, that mocks him with its infinite amount of sand, past the arch way, and sits in the small table in the center of the room. To the left he sees two beds separated by only a sheet, and to the right, the most prized possesion this entrapment has to offer, the food cabinet. He stares straight ahead, oblivious to the blood coming out from the multiple injuries on his body and his tattered clothes. His breath, short and raspy. His eyes closing, then opening quickly. Going from conciousness to unconciousness.He puts his head in his hands to stop the throbbing inside.....
'Kami.....So this is what hell is...The pain.... I never thought this would be so intense...And I guess it doesn't help that I am completely alone. Heh. With no support. With no way of keeping my sanity... Every moment becomes worse... Torturous days and sleepless nights. Sometimes to the point where I can no longer breathe... I think I die every time that I realize that I'm still trapped in here.... Of course I am not alone physically. He is here but, not with me. The arrogant proud Saiyan Prince, my father. Father. My whole life had been spent with the few memories and stories that I had of him... I longed to know him.. To understand him.... Now here I am in this Kami forsaken hyperbolic time chamber with him....alone. My existence means nothing to him. The only reason he agreed to my training with him, was because everyone begged him to let me join him, for the sake of staying sane. Even then he was still reluctant.. It took Goku a lot of convincing. Goku. Even on the first day that we ever met he felt like a real father to me. He was more of a father for those thirty minutes that we talked, than these seven months with Vegeta. 'Boy! Don't you dare get in the way of my training!' We have been in here seven months. SEVEN MONTHS! And that is all he has said to me. What the hell is his problem?! I come back from the future, to warn him, to save him... And yet he treats me like some scum not worthy to be near him, to touch him, to talk to him, to even think of becoming stronger... Oh Kami... If he didn't like me before, he will despise me now... About a month ago I surpassed his level...Not by much, but with Psycho-Dad over here...I don't know how he's gonna take it.. So here I am, Demi Sayain from the future, stronger than his own father, the great Saiyan Prince, all alone. Everyday I see him in the midst of all the illusions the chamber has to offer.. He stands there for what seems to be eternity, meditating, strategizing, planning, waiting, growing more and more powerful each second. But I can only watch, for if I were to intervene, I would have to face great consequences. I have learned from the first time:.... I found him burning. Burning alive, engulfed in flames so huge, even a Saiyan could not last in their immense greatness. I was worried.. I had never seen anything like that before. I thought he was in trouble. That the chamber had resented us being here at all. That it was trying ensure our demise. I ran over, powering up, trying to save the person that I had only known as a small child and in my dreams...my father. I reached him, only to be knocked down and threatened. 'Brat! What did I tell you about interfering?! I need no one! Stay the hell away from me! Got that?!!' I realized that the flames were not coming from the chamber at all.. They were from him.. All his anger, rage, and determination released through those flames. To think that all hatred, that flows through his veins, flows through mine. It's almost sickening...... Almost. You forget I am his son....' His thoughts were iteruppted by familiar footsteps. They can never be mistaken for anyone else's, even if they are the only two people in this dimesion.
Vegeta entered the the room with blood all over his body. His breathing style the same as Trunks' had been only moments ago. He headed straight to the food cabinet, took out a piece of meat, then fried it in his hands.As he made his way back to eternity, he looked at him with a cold stare. No emotion. Nada.
"Brat. Only the weak sit in that position... Your head should be held high with the pride of a true Saiyan..not lowered in your hands like an insignificant creature..Hmph." The Prince returned to his training leaving the boy alone again with his thoughts.
'So he speaks. Nice to see you too, Father.' Trunks thought, trying to look away from Vegeta's descesding figure.
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OK OK I know Its short but c'mon It's just the intro ya'll! I know exactly where I'm going with this so don't worry:) Review!!!!! Please!!!!!