This is my first fanfic. well, the first one I've put up on the net, so
please read and be honest in your review!
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chapter 1: identify
The saiyan prince lay asleep in the double bed, spread-eagled on his stomach. He needed this sleep after yesterday's relatively intense training - he thought he had been slacking off, becoming soft as he learnt to accept the humans as actual people, not the imbeciles that he had seen them as before. So he thought that he'd toughen up a little by doing some drawn out stamina training. He was unable to keep his eyes closed, drifting in a limbo of half-unconsciousness. His mind swam with images of his life and with thoughts of why he was here.
He had begun to settle in to the Capsule Corporation after these past months, it must have been almost a year now. He had adjusted himself to living with the earthlings and their human ways, which he thought were quite trivial. He'd actually come to find that their behaviour was interesting to watch; it was like keeping a pet and observing how they eat, groom, go about with their day to day business. He really felt as though he was staying there because there was nowhere else to go. He had no home planet, and Frieza's empire had been destroyed ever since the battle on Namek. He didn't even have a ship to call his own. True, he could steal the one at the Capsule Corps, but then where would he go? He'd been around so much, searching for Kakarot, travelling millions of miles and training all the while. He told himself that he'd stay just for a while, to exploit the earthlings, then sell their planet to some empire in another galaxy, or rule it himself. Deep down though, he knew that he couldn't leave, for something kept him here... He'd started to change, even though he denied it with all of his heart. He didn't know what held him back; maybe he was just going soft. He was getting to know these humans. Plus, Kakarot's son was here, so the last two saiyans and a saiyan-human hybrid were all located on this little molehill of a planet, so of course being the saiyan prince, he'd have to keep his people close to him. The truth was he couldn't bear to let them go, for they were all he knew.
Vegeta turned in his sleep, sifting through these thoughts and brushing them off as being weak pleas of insanity. His dream brought out his subconscious as he tried to think of something else. He saw many people all standing against a black background, each surrounded by an aura. There was Kakarot, and his son; Frieza's body was lying on the floor behind them. Then there were pictures of all those he had defeated in battle, like the Ginyu Force, and countless minions of the evil dictators he had fought across the galaxy, throughout his life, along with millions of different species represented in the background. Something was odd though. These were regular people, not warriors. He tossed himself over onto his back, turning his head violently as he tried to shake out images that were boring him more than anything else. Then he saw the woman, the blue-haired earth woman, crying out to him, before she was destroyed by an anonymous ki blast that shattered his thoughts as well as her body. She fell lifeless, alone, in the blackness.
He jerked from his dream. 'Why was the onna there? In my mind? Why?' He asked himself as he rubbed his eye with a rounded knuckle. After a second's musing, he rolled upright to sit on the edge of the bed, cupping his face within his hands and rubbing his fatigued eyelids with his fingertips. He sighed as he stood up and strolled sleepily to the circular window. His arms were outstretched, supporting his body weight against the wall. He hung his head in reflection and soft anger, wondering why he could not sleep. Lifting his gaze he began to watch the darkness through the glass, watching the night through his tired, saiyan eyes, still able to detect all the slightest movements in the darkness. His mouth split his face into a wide yawn, and he fell back onto the bed and drifted into an empty sleep.
When he awoke the next day, he could hear traffic in the city and voices talking throughout the Capsule Corps complex.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, dragging himself up from the bed. "This has totally corrupted my regime! Bah,"
He mouthed curses to himself for getting up late. This was all because of that stupid dream, and that stupid woman, it was all her fault. He walked into the closet and began routing through the small racks for something to wear. He grabbed his training shorts and his dark khaki pants and black T shirt before racing to the shower room, surprising people he flew past on the way there. OK, so Vegeta was known to be grouchy, but man, was he angry today. His eye flinched slightly with fury as he reached the shower room to find that it was already occupied. As he bashed on the door, a crack splintered vertically up the centre of the door.
"Whoever is in there, come on out! I'm late enough as it is, I don't need this."
The sound of water raining from the shower ceased, and was followed by a brief silence.
"Vegeta, is that you?" Bulma teased. Who else would be dumb enough to lose his temper and almost bash a door down?
Vegeta snarled. 'Woman, why must you plague me like this?' He thought to himself. He backed away from the door a little. He just didn't have it in him to threaten her with a fatal ki blast unless she came out of there within three seconds. Normally he would have threatened anyone, anyone who stood in his way regarding immortality or a shower. But today. something about this day was different. Today he just wanted to step under the torrent of scalding water and cleanse himself of these weak, human thoughts and feelings. He'd never felt like this before. Why was he so confused? This thought just confused him even more, leaving him in a daydream until Bulma burst the door open and hit him in the face.
"Argh, woman! Must you be so careless?!" Vegeta bellowed as he nursed his throbbing nose in a cupped hand, the other being rolled into a fist.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I." Bulma couldn't get the words to come out. He looked different today. Not his usual tough guy mien that she thought was cute, but he looked troubled by something. As well as completely exhausted. She stared into his eyes, as Vegeta looked down attempting to analyze his blemish.
"You're what? Speak woman, or go make yourself useful. I have no time for you." He regretted the last sentence he had said, and even thought of retracting it. But instead he pushed his way past her, slamming the door hard behind him to cause the windows to rattle.
Underneath the steamy downpour of the shower, he closed his eyes and allowed the water to trickle over his eyelids. 'What is wrong? Why can I not concentrate on anything?' The water poured all over his body, massaging him all over. He found it a little easier to relax at last. The dream raced through his mind now as a memory. True, Kakarot and his son made sense, as they were saiyans, as was he. And maybe even all of the fallen dead made sense too, as he had killed them with his bare hands on his quest for strength and immortality. But the innocent people did not make sense to him, nor did the woman in particular. Why had they been there? They were of no significance in his life. None whatsoever.
His lids burst open like retracting shutters at his realization. He had killed all of these people, yet they had been alive in his dream. All of the different races of people: Earthlings, Arlians, Nameks. All of them had been innocent, even if fighting back. They were fighting for their lives, and Vegeta had swept them away like dust underneath a rug.
"Like dust," he said aloud, not realizing. He looked at his hands, his bare hands, open-palmed. These hands had caused millions of people to die.
"Bah, what the hell am I thinking? They were trying to stop me," the saiyan prince said aloud, rolling his hands into fists. "They deserved to die," he added, knowing that it was a lie.
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Please review, as I'm not sure whether this is going anywhere. I have ideas, but I'd just like to know whether I'm expressing them in the right way. I have chapter 2, but I'm not sure whether to put it up yet. Please tell me what you think! Thanks!
******************************** and justice for all ********************************
chapter 1: identify
The saiyan prince lay asleep in the double bed, spread-eagled on his stomach. He needed this sleep after yesterday's relatively intense training - he thought he had been slacking off, becoming soft as he learnt to accept the humans as actual people, not the imbeciles that he had seen them as before. So he thought that he'd toughen up a little by doing some drawn out stamina training. He was unable to keep his eyes closed, drifting in a limbo of half-unconsciousness. His mind swam with images of his life and with thoughts of why he was here.
He had begun to settle in to the Capsule Corporation after these past months, it must have been almost a year now. He had adjusted himself to living with the earthlings and their human ways, which he thought were quite trivial. He'd actually come to find that their behaviour was interesting to watch; it was like keeping a pet and observing how they eat, groom, go about with their day to day business. He really felt as though he was staying there because there was nowhere else to go. He had no home planet, and Frieza's empire had been destroyed ever since the battle on Namek. He didn't even have a ship to call his own. True, he could steal the one at the Capsule Corps, but then where would he go? He'd been around so much, searching for Kakarot, travelling millions of miles and training all the while. He told himself that he'd stay just for a while, to exploit the earthlings, then sell their planet to some empire in another galaxy, or rule it himself. Deep down though, he knew that he couldn't leave, for something kept him here... He'd started to change, even though he denied it with all of his heart. He didn't know what held him back; maybe he was just going soft. He was getting to know these humans. Plus, Kakarot's son was here, so the last two saiyans and a saiyan-human hybrid were all located on this little molehill of a planet, so of course being the saiyan prince, he'd have to keep his people close to him. The truth was he couldn't bear to let them go, for they were all he knew.
Vegeta turned in his sleep, sifting through these thoughts and brushing them off as being weak pleas of insanity. His dream brought out his subconscious as he tried to think of something else. He saw many people all standing against a black background, each surrounded by an aura. There was Kakarot, and his son; Frieza's body was lying on the floor behind them. Then there were pictures of all those he had defeated in battle, like the Ginyu Force, and countless minions of the evil dictators he had fought across the galaxy, throughout his life, along with millions of different species represented in the background. Something was odd though. These were regular people, not warriors. He tossed himself over onto his back, turning his head violently as he tried to shake out images that were boring him more than anything else. Then he saw the woman, the blue-haired earth woman, crying out to him, before she was destroyed by an anonymous ki blast that shattered his thoughts as well as her body. She fell lifeless, alone, in the blackness.
He jerked from his dream. 'Why was the onna there? In my mind? Why?' He asked himself as he rubbed his eye with a rounded knuckle. After a second's musing, he rolled upright to sit on the edge of the bed, cupping his face within his hands and rubbing his fatigued eyelids with his fingertips. He sighed as he stood up and strolled sleepily to the circular window. His arms were outstretched, supporting his body weight against the wall. He hung his head in reflection and soft anger, wondering why he could not sleep. Lifting his gaze he began to watch the darkness through the glass, watching the night through his tired, saiyan eyes, still able to detect all the slightest movements in the darkness. His mouth split his face into a wide yawn, and he fell back onto the bed and drifted into an empty sleep.
When he awoke the next day, he could hear traffic in the city and voices talking throughout the Capsule Corps complex.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, dragging himself up from the bed. "This has totally corrupted my regime! Bah,"
He mouthed curses to himself for getting up late. This was all because of that stupid dream, and that stupid woman, it was all her fault. He walked into the closet and began routing through the small racks for something to wear. He grabbed his training shorts and his dark khaki pants and black T shirt before racing to the shower room, surprising people he flew past on the way there. OK, so Vegeta was known to be grouchy, but man, was he angry today. His eye flinched slightly with fury as he reached the shower room to find that it was already occupied. As he bashed on the door, a crack splintered vertically up the centre of the door.
"Whoever is in there, come on out! I'm late enough as it is, I don't need this."
The sound of water raining from the shower ceased, and was followed by a brief silence.
"Vegeta, is that you?" Bulma teased. Who else would be dumb enough to lose his temper and almost bash a door down?
Vegeta snarled. 'Woman, why must you plague me like this?' He thought to himself. He backed away from the door a little. He just didn't have it in him to threaten her with a fatal ki blast unless she came out of there within three seconds. Normally he would have threatened anyone, anyone who stood in his way regarding immortality or a shower. But today. something about this day was different. Today he just wanted to step under the torrent of scalding water and cleanse himself of these weak, human thoughts and feelings. He'd never felt like this before. Why was he so confused? This thought just confused him even more, leaving him in a daydream until Bulma burst the door open and hit him in the face.
"Argh, woman! Must you be so careless?!" Vegeta bellowed as he nursed his throbbing nose in a cupped hand, the other being rolled into a fist.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I." Bulma couldn't get the words to come out. He looked different today. Not his usual tough guy mien that she thought was cute, but he looked troubled by something. As well as completely exhausted. She stared into his eyes, as Vegeta looked down attempting to analyze his blemish.
"You're what? Speak woman, or go make yourself useful. I have no time for you." He regretted the last sentence he had said, and even thought of retracting it. But instead he pushed his way past her, slamming the door hard behind him to cause the windows to rattle.
Underneath the steamy downpour of the shower, he closed his eyes and allowed the water to trickle over his eyelids. 'What is wrong? Why can I not concentrate on anything?' The water poured all over his body, massaging him all over. He found it a little easier to relax at last. The dream raced through his mind now as a memory. True, Kakarot and his son made sense, as they were saiyans, as was he. And maybe even all of the fallen dead made sense too, as he had killed them with his bare hands on his quest for strength and immortality. But the innocent people did not make sense to him, nor did the woman in particular. Why had they been there? They were of no significance in his life. None whatsoever.
His lids burst open like retracting shutters at his realization. He had killed all of these people, yet they had been alive in his dream. All of the different races of people: Earthlings, Arlians, Nameks. All of them had been innocent, even if fighting back. They were fighting for their lives, and Vegeta had swept them away like dust underneath a rug.
"Like dust," he said aloud, not realizing. He looked at his hands, his bare hands, open-palmed. These hands had caused millions of people to die.
"Bah, what the hell am I thinking? They were trying to stop me," the saiyan prince said aloud, rolling his hands into fists. "They deserved to die," he added, knowing that it was a lie.
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Please review, as I'm not sure whether this is going anywhere. I have ideas, but I'd just like to know whether I'm expressing them in the right way. I have chapter 2, but I'm not sure whether to put it up yet. Please tell me what you think! Thanks!