Ok, so I'm not very good at writing, but what else do I have to do with my
time? Please read and review, and give me tips on how I can make it sound
less dull. I know it's dull to read, so I think I need help. thankili!
******************************* and justice for all **********************************
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, clenching his hands into fists. "They deserved to die," he added, knowing that it was a lie.
chapter 2: paint it black
Vegeta contributed the remainder of the day to training. His body was, as ever, up to the test; however his mind was wandering. Whenever he threw a punch, his mind would be two steps behind him. He couldn't anticipate ki attacks in time, so decided to repeat physical training. Punching the air, then kicking. Sweat dripped from his brow, crashing to the floor in the four hundred-times-earth gravity atmosphere. As a droplet of perspiration dived, the splashing sound broke through what little concentration he had. He looked down at the floor, and saw that the beads of sweat were not sweat at all, but blood. And they hadn't come from his brow, but had fallen from his hand. Not his hand exactly, but what he held in his hand. It was a heart. It could have been human, but Vegeta was too aghast and disturbed to find out.
"Holy shit!!" He yelled out loud and threw the organ with all his might, sending it hurtling through the wall of the gravity chamber. The weight immediately lifted from his shoulders as the pressure fell, a safety feature Bulma had added into the design after the last three times Vegeta had managed to destroy it. Vegeta sent a ki blast after the hurtling heart, destroying the entire wall (what was left of it) of the gravity chamber in the process. The heart exploded like an overripe fruit and showered the ground underneath with ash and dried blood. Vegeta's chest heaved rapidly as he tried to control his breathing. 'Where the fuck had that come from? I was alone, I was.' He looked down at his chest, and breathed a great heavy sigh of relief. It wasn't his own heart. 'Then where the hell had it come from?' The woman. His first thought was the whereabouts of the woman. She should be here, where was she??
"Where is the onna?!" He bellowed throughout the complex. Many heads turned to look, as if they weren't looking already after the sudden blast that the quick-tempered saiyan prince had caused. Vegeta flew from the rubble, searching around. 'Wait. What the hell am I doing? Why am I looking for that useless female?' Vegeta hovered in the air, the grass underneath his feet swirling frantically as if a helicopter was circling. All eyes were on him. He was still feared by these weak humans. Vegeta mulled this over in his head. 'Hell, his species are scared of arachnids no larger than their thumbnail. I think that they have the right to fear a mighty saiyan prince.' He smirked to himself, as if he was trying to convince himself that he enjoyed being surrounded by sycophantic humans, trying to save their own lives with false kindness that rested on eggshells.
"What is all of this shouting?" Bulma shouted. Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, but surrounded a small crowd of these humans, jaws to the floor, Vegeta thought that he should save it. Instead Vegeta barged through the people, who barely had time to run before being repelled by his ki.
Vegeta had raced back to his room, then slammed the door forcefully behind him so that the top hinge became separated from the wall. He proceeded to bolt the door behind him then leant his back against the battered door. Looking down at his hands, his expression smoothed itself out from alarm to perplexity. The blood was gone. There was not even a trace of blood anywhere, on his training shorts or shoes or on his skin.
"What the hell?" he said to himself and put his face into his hands. Maybe he had been training too hard, as the onna had told him a few days earlier. He needed some rest. The fact that he hadn't eaten not dawning on him at all, he threw himself onto the bed and shut his eyes. He instantly fell into a deep, meditative sleep.
He stood alone, on a great battlefield that had seen its day. Looking out across the plain, littered with corpses, the fiery red star hung low, casting a black shadow over the fallen dead. Vegeta was the only one who had survived. He could not remember the battle's fighting or purpose, but he knew that he had somehow defeated all of these warriors. He boldly marched over the bodies, occasionally stepping in pools of viscous blood on mire. He looked down at his hands, the hands that had slaughtered all of these noble fighters and shrugged, realizing that he had not even broken out a sweat. His previously white gloves were soiled with blood and Kami knows what else, making them appear dark in colour.
The darkness coiled around him like some great serpent-like cloud, physically destroying light as it continued to envelop the prince. He yelled aloud, gathering ki to break through the cloud, but the cloud absorbed it. Becoming desperate, he tried to struggle from the tightening grasp, but to no avail. As the air thickened, the prince found his face becoming damp with sweat. He frantically raised a hand to wipe it, and when he lowered his hand he saw to his alarm that it was not sweat, but blood. Blood began to trickle from his mouth as he opened it to draw more air into his drastically collapsing lungs. He could feel his bones crushing, and although he couldn't hear either the violent snapping nor his own haunting screams, he knew they were there. He was blinded by the blackness, his head was spinning round and round as he coughed up more blood, until suddenly it stopped. He was dropped abruptly as the darkness let him go. Heaving and gasping for air, he sat up. He stretched his arms out in front of him. They weren't broken. Neither were any other bones in his body. He was alive.
He was now in a room, not a lot unlike those big endless white rooms from 80's sci-fi films. He got up and studied his surroundings. 'OK,' he thought to himself, 'now if I can just find a way out. If I could somehow find an opening of some sort.' It didn't even occur to him that he could try to blast his way out. With his tail swaying gently behind him, he walked towards the wall immediately ahead of him. 'There are no shadows in this place,' he thought. 'That must mean that there is no light.' Was there really no light? He looked up, to see that above him there were no light fixtures at all, no windows, nothing. Yet he could see. He continued walking, but the wall didn't seem to be coming closer to him. He broke into a trot, then a run. Soon he was sprinting so fast even saiyan eyes would have had difficulty tracking his movements. He decided to stop. This wasn't going anywhere. He turned and looked around, realizing that he hadn't even moved at all.
"HELP ME... HELP ME..." The voice rang in the prince's ears.
"Who's there?! I demand you answer me, I am Prince Veg..." The voices cut him off before he could finish.
"NO! DON'T KILL THEM! TAKE ME, BUT SPARE THE CHILDREN!"
"NO, PRINCE! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO!"
"PLEASE MAKE IT QUICK... THEN I SHALL BE WITH ALLAH AND MY TIME SHALL BE SERVED HERE."
"MY EYES! I CANNOT SEE! HELP...!!"
These voices swam in his head, piercing the saiyan's sensitive ears with each blood-curdling scream. He closed his eyes and yelled out loud.
"Who are you?! TELL ME OR I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!" Vegeta couldn't help but denounce. He'd been raised to dole out threats to anyone who defied him. The voices stopped, and now a young woman pleaded before his very eyes.
"I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME!" She had long cerulean hair to match her pleading, cerulean eyes. She was dressed in a ragged, battered dress that had been ripped to reveal gratuitous flesh underneath. Vegeta found his eyes wandering, and promptly raised them to stare at the woman's face instead. She shielded her children from the saiyan, one of them a boy with ashen-lilac long bangs of hair and eyes like his mother's; the other was a female toddler, with jet black her and deep charcoal eyes that could not possibly be inherited from the fair, fragile woman. Vegeta stared into the woman's face, and stretched out a hand to her, maybe for sympathy, maybe to keep her away, or maybe just to analyze her. He had seen her face before. The woman yelped and dragged her children backwards as she fell to avoid the saiyan at all costs. As she gathered herself, her left bosom fell out of the rags, heaving. Her face showed just how scared she was.
"TAKE ME! LEAVE THEM, THEY'RE TOO YOUNG! THEY'VE NOT HAD THE CHANCE!!"
It was the woman. He knew he had seen her before. It was the onna from the Capsule Corporation. Buruma, Bulma, something like that. And now she lay before him, offering her life to protect her children, who cowered behind the woman.
A voice in the background sounding like his own hissed. "Well isn't this a picture. Woman, I am not a man of sympathy..."
"Woman," Vegeta said as softly as he could manage, "I would not kill you. I would not, after you have given me shelter and food. Nor the infants. They're safe..." Thinking about who the hell the children were, he took a step forward but as he did a powerful surge of energy blasted from his outstretched hand, hitting the cowering family and vaporizing their screaming bodies from existence. Vegeta stared with disbelief at his own hand. What had he done? He walked several paces and stopped where the woman and her children previously knelt. There was a short strip of ribbon that Vegeta recognized from the girl's hair, and he held it in his hand, as if he were giving it the power to bring the little girl back to life. He closed his eyes. Why had he not been able to control his ki? And... The onna. She was gone. He didn't even know her name. It felt as though there was a crabapple stuck in his throat as he knelt and felt the ground they once occupied. It was still warm. His fists balled as he stood and turned away.
"How the hell am I going to get out of here?" The room had now become vast and littered with streets and people, cars and large buildings, and no sign of sidewalls were visible in any direction. He was in the city. As he thought of the woman and her children (she had no spawn, he couldn't figure out whom the offspring had belonged to), he heard a scream from behind him, followed by many other people's s screams and a car crashed into a building, killing several people as it ploughed into the bricks. Hundreds of petrified people were running towards him and past him, as if they were being chased. Lines of cars were abandoned in the streets as the drivers got out and fled on foot. Vegeta walked towards the crowd, pushing people out of the way, until he saw what, or who, was causing all of this calamity. It was Vegeta. Well, Vegeta as he had been. Before he has settled on this planet. He was in enhanced oozaru form, caused by an artificial moon. He knew he had put it there but he couldn't believe it. It was himself all right, but he refused to believe it. He thought he'd remember something like this! Crushing the pathetic humans and their creations underneath his feet effortlessly, One man crawled up to him, arms outstretched, trying to say something, but his life force faded away as he moved his lips. He hadn't stood a chance, as the lower half of his torse was crushed and his legs were missing, a trail of blood smeared behind him like a bleeding slug.
All around, people lay wounded, burnt, ripped apart and savaged. There was crying and screams that embellished the fires that ravaged all around. The giant ape was destroying the city, with no control and no remorse.
Vegeta flew up to the oozaru form of himself, furious and confused. When had this happened? And how come he could see it now, as if he were a bystander? He powered up to perform a final flash on this beast, without thinking. Anything to stop him from ruining the place he lived... The ape grabbed the now golden-haired saiyan by his entire torso, and Vegeta wriggled free of the grasp. Continuing to power up, he decided to use physical attacks. He charged towards the head of the ape, fist lunging forward. To the prince's surprise, the ape opened its great jaws and swallowed him. He couldn't get away, for he was already inside. Something prevented him from thinking straight. I killed the woman. The ape's power surged through Vegeta's veins like his own blood and ki, and soon the ape had vanished, leaving Vegeta floating above the fallen city, surveying the fire and blood and destruction.
"Oh my Kami..." Vegeta said, not realizing that he had picked up these words from the woman. His hands were covered in blood, and he knew that he had done this. He seemed to remember it all. He instinctively wiped his face with his bloodied hand, and spat out the blood that he could taste on his lips.
"...Ta! Vegeta! Hey, Vegeta! Stop it! Wake up!!" Vegeta opened his eyes, and focused to see the woman sat on the edge of the bed.
"Woman! You're alive!" Vegeta blurted before having a chance to think consciously.
"Of course I am, I was downstairs making you food, then all I hear is this shouting saying something, I don't know what, then screaming." Vegeta instantly wiped his face when he saw the woman staring into his eyes and became paranoid.
"What the hell were you dreaming?!" Bulma waited for a reply.
"I dreamed a dream, that's all..." Vegeta soliloquized, and when Bulma cocked her head sideways, he knew that she sensed something was wrong. "Are you still here? Leave my room at once! I'll be down shortly to eat." With an agitated sigh, Bulma left the room. She knew she had seen what she had seen, there was no doubt about it.
'So, a saiyan prince can cry.' She thought of the tear she had seen on the face of the proud prince Vegeta..
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ok so it's not great, and it's quite long :S but I'd appreciate reviews, as I'd like people to tell me how I'm doing. I'm new at this, you know! ;)
if you like it, then please tell me, so I can do chapter three. thanks
******************************* and justice for all **********************************
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, clenching his hands into fists. "They deserved to die," he added, knowing that it was a lie.
chapter 2: paint it black
Vegeta contributed the remainder of the day to training. His body was, as ever, up to the test; however his mind was wandering. Whenever he threw a punch, his mind would be two steps behind him. He couldn't anticipate ki attacks in time, so decided to repeat physical training. Punching the air, then kicking. Sweat dripped from his brow, crashing to the floor in the four hundred-times-earth gravity atmosphere. As a droplet of perspiration dived, the splashing sound broke through what little concentration he had. He looked down at the floor, and saw that the beads of sweat were not sweat at all, but blood. And they hadn't come from his brow, but had fallen from his hand. Not his hand exactly, but what he held in his hand. It was a heart. It could have been human, but Vegeta was too aghast and disturbed to find out.
"Holy shit!!" He yelled out loud and threw the organ with all his might, sending it hurtling through the wall of the gravity chamber. The weight immediately lifted from his shoulders as the pressure fell, a safety feature Bulma had added into the design after the last three times Vegeta had managed to destroy it. Vegeta sent a ki blast after the hurtling heart, destroying the entire wall (what was left of it) of the gravity chamber in the process. The heart exploded like an overripe fruit and showered the ground underneath with ash and dried blood. Vegeta's chest heaved rapidly as he tried to control his breathing. 'Where the fuck had that come from? I was alone, I was.' He looked down at his chest, and breathed a great heavy sigh of relief. It wasn't his own heart. 'Then where the hell had it come from?' The woman. His first thought was the whereabouts of the woman. She should be here, where was she??
"Where is the onna?!" He bellowed throughout the complex. Many heads turned to look, as if they weren't looking already after the sudden blast that the quick-tempered saiyan prince had caused. Vegeta flew from the rubble, searching around. 'Wait. What the hell am I doing? Why am I looking for that useless female?' Vegeta hovered in the air, the grass underneath his feet swirling frantically as if a helicopter was circling. All eyes were on him. He was still feared by these weak humans. Vegeta mulled this over in his head. 'Hell, his species are scared of arachnids no larger than their thumbnail. I think that they have the right to fear a mighty saiyan prince.' He smirked to himself, as if he was trying to convince himself that he enjoyed being surrounded by sycophantic humans, trying to save their own lives with false kindness that rested on eggshells.
"What is all of this shouting?" Bulma shouted. Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, but surrounded a small crowd of these humans, jaws to the floor, Vegeta thought that he should save it. Instead Vegeta barged through the people, who barely had time to run before being repelled by his ki.
Vegeta had raced back to his room, then slammed the door forcefully behind him so that the top hinge became separated from the wall. He proceeded to bolt the door behind him then leant his back against the battered door. Looking down at his hands, his expression smoothed itself out from alarm to perplexity. The blood was gone. There was not even a trace of blood anywhere, on his training shorts or shoes or on his skin.
"What the hell?" he said to himself and put his face into his hands. Maybe he had been training too hard, as the onna had told him a few days earlier. He needed some rest. The fact that he hadn't eaten not dawning on him at all, he threw himself onto the bed and shut his eyes. He instantly fell into a deep, meditative sleep.
He stood alone, on a great battlefield that had seen its day. Looking out across the plain, littered with corpses, the fiery red star hung low, casting a black shadow over the fallen dead. Vegeta was the only one who had survived. He could not remember the battle's fighting or purpose, but he knew that he had somehow defeated all of these warriors. He boldly marched over the bodies, occasionally stepping in pools of viscous blood on mire. He looked down at his hands, the hands that had slaughtered all of these noble fighters and shrugged, realizing that he had not even broken out a sweat. His previously white gloves were soiled with blood and Kami knows what else, making them appear dark in colour.
The darkness coiled around him like some great serpent-like cloud, physically destroying light as it continued to envelop the prince. He yelled aloud, gathering ki to break through the cloud, but the cloud absorbed it. Becoming desperate, he tried to struggle from the tightening grasp, but to no avail. As the air thickened, the prince found his face becoming damp with sweat. He frantically raised a hand to wipe it, and when he lowered his hand he saw to his alarm that it was not sweat, but blood. Blood began to trickle from his mouth as he opened it to draw more air into his drastically collapsing lungs. He could feel his bones crushing, and although he couldn't hear either the violent snapping nor his own haunting screams, he knew they were there. He was blinded by the blackness, his head was spinning round and round as he coughed up more blood, until suddenly it stopped. He was dropped abruptly as the darkness let him go. Heaving and gasping for air, he sat up. He stretched his arms out in front of him. They weren't broken. Neither were any other bones in his body. He was alive.
He was now in a room, not a lot unlike those big endless white rooms from 80's sci-fi films. He got up and studied his surroundings. 'OK,' he thought to himself, 'now if I can just find a way out. If I could somehow find an opening of some sort.' It didn't even occur to him that he could try to blast his way out. With his tail swaying gently behind him, he walked towards the wall immediately ahead of him. 'There are no shadows in this place,' he thought. 'That must mean that there is no light.' Was there really no light? He looked up, to see that above him there were no light fixtures at all, no windows, nothing. Yet he could see. He continued walking, but the wall didn't seem to be coming closer to him. He broke into a trot, then a run. Soon he was sprinting so fast even saiyan eyes would have had difficulty tracking his movements. He decided to stop. This wasn't going anywhere. He turned and looked around, realizing that he hadn't even moved at all.
"HELP ME... HELP ME..." The voice rang in the prince's ears.
"Who's there?! I demand you answer me, I am Prince Veg..." The voices cut him off before he could finish.
"NO! DON'T KILL THEM! TAKE ME, BUT SPARE THE CHILDREN!"
"NO, PRINCE! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO!"
"PLEASE MAKE IT QUICK... THEN I SHALL BE WITH ALLAH AND MY TIME SHALL BE SERVED HERE."
"MY EYES! I CANNOT SEE! HELP...!!"
These voices swam in his head, piercing the saiyan's sensitive ears with each blood-curdling scream. He closed his eyes and yelled out loud.
"Who are you?! TELL ME OR I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!" Vegeta couldn't help but denounce. He'd been raised to dole out threats to anyone who defied him. The voices stopped, and now a young woman pleaded before his very eyes.
"I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME!" She had long cerulean hair to match her pleading, cerulean eyes. She was dressed in a ragged, battered dress that had been ripped to reveal gratuitous flesh underneath. Vegeta found his eyes wandering, and promptly raised them to stare at the woman's face instead. She shielded her children from the saiyan, one of them a boy with ashen-lilac long bangs of hair and eyes like his mother's; the other was a female toddler, with jet black her and deep charcoal eyes that could not possibly be inherited from the fair, fragile woman. Vegeta stared into the woman's face, and stretched out a hand to her, maybe for sympathy, maybe to keep her away, or maybe just to analyze her. He had seen her face before. The woman yelped and dragged her children backwards as she fell to avoid the saiyan at all costs. As she gathered herself, her left bosom fell out of the rags, heaving. Her face showed just how scared she was.
"TAKE ME! LEAVE THEM, THEY'RE TOO YOUNG! THEY'VE NOT HAD THE CHANCE!!"
It was the woman. He knew he had seen her before. It was the onna from the Capsule Corporation. Buruma, Bulma, something like that. And now she lay before him, offering her life to protect her children, who cowered behind the woman.
A voice in the background sounding like his own hissed. "Well isn't this a picture. Woman, I am not a man of sympathy..."
"Woman," Vegeta said as softly as he could manage, "I would not kill you. I would not, after you have given me shelter and food. Nor the infants. They're safe..." Thinking about who the hell the children were, he took a step forward but as he did a powerful surge of energy blasted from his outstretched hand, hitting the cowering family and vaporizing their screaming bodies from existence. Vegeta stared with disbelief at his own hand. What had he done? He walked several paces and stopped where the woman and her children previously knelt. There was a short strip of ribbon that Vegeta recognized from the girl's hair, and he held it in his hand, as if he were giving it the power to bring the little girl back to life. He closed his eyes. Why had he not been able to control his ki? And... The onna. She was gone. He didn't even know her name. It felt as though there was a crabapple stuck in his throat as he knelt and felt the ground they once occupied. It was still warm. His fists balled as he stood and turned away.
"How the hell am I going to get out of here?" The room had now become vast and littered with streets and people, cars and large buildings, and no sign of sidewalls were visible in any direction. He was in the city. As he thought of the woman and her children (she had no spawn, he couldn't figure out whom the offspring had belonged to), he heard a scream from behind him, followed by many other people's s screams and a car crashed into a building, killing several people as it ploughed into the bricks. Hundreds of petrified people were running towards him and past him, as if they were being chased. Lines of cars were abandoned in the streets as the drivers got out and fled on foot. Vegeta walked towards the crowd, pushing people out of the way, until he saw what, or who, was causing all of this calamity. It was Vegeta. Well, Vegeta as he had been. Before he has settled on this planet. He was in enhanced oozaru form, caused by an artificial moon. He knew he had put it there but he couldn't believe it. It was himself all right, but he refused to believe it. He thought he'd remember something like this! Crushing the pathetic humans and their creations underneath his feet effortlessly, One man crawled up to him, arms outstretched, trying to say something, but his life force faded away as he moved his lips. He hadn't stood a chance, as the lower half of his torse was crushed and his legs were missing, a trail of blood smeared behind him like a bleeding slug.
All around, people lay wounded, burnt, ripped apart and savaged. There was crying and screams that embellished the fires that ravaged all around. The giant ape was destroying the city, with no control and no remorse.
Vegeta flew up to the oozaru form of himself, furious and confused. When had this happened? And how come he could see it now, as if he were a bystander? He powered up to perform a final flash on this beast, without thinking. Anything to stop him from ruining the place he lived... The ape grabbed the now golden-haired saiyan by his entire torso, and Vegeta wriggled free of the grasp. Continuing to power up, he decided to use physical attacks. He charged towards the head of the ape, fist lunging forward. To the prince's surprise, the ape opened its great jaws and swallowed him. He couldn't get away, for he was already inside. Something prevented him from thinking straight. I killed the woman. The ape's power surged through Vegeta's veins like his own blood and ki, and soon the ape had vanished, leaving Vegeta floating above the fallen city, surveying the fire and blood and destruction.
"Oh my Kami..." Vegeta said, not realizing that he had picked up these words from the woman. His hands were covered in blood, and he knew that he had done this. He seemed to remember it all. He instinctively wiped his face with his bloodied hand, and spat out the blood that he could taste on his lips.
"...Ta! Vegeta! Hey, Vegeta! Stop it! Wake up!!" Vegeta opened his eyes, and focused to see the woman sat on the edge of the bed.
"Woman! You're alive!" Vegeta blurted before having a chance to think consciously.
"Of course I am, I was downstairs making you food, then all I hear is this shouting saying something, I don't know what, then screaming." Vegeta instantly wiped his face when he saw the woman staring into his eyes and became paranoid.
"What the hell were you dreaming?!" Bulma waited for a reply.
"I dreamed a dream, that's all..." Vegeta soliloquized, and when Bulma cocked her head sideways, he knew that she sensed something was wrong. "Are you still here? Leave my room at once! I'll be down shortly to eat." With an agitated sigh, Bulma left the room. She knew she had seen what she had seen, there was no doubt about it.
'So, a saiyan prince can cry.' She thought of the tear she had seen on the face of the proud prince Vegeta..
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ok so it's not great, and it's quite long :S but I'd appreciate reviews, as I'd like people to tell me how I'm doing. I'm new at this, you know! ;)
if you like it, then please tell me, so I can do chapter three. thanks