So, I decided to write more. I've been quite hectic running around to buy
things for the new school year and other odds and sods, so its not very
good. But, I'll try to update it as soon as I can. Thanks to all who have
reviewed, I'm very grateful :) plus, I reached my goal of seven reviews (I
wasn't going to carry on with this if I didn't get at least seven reviews
~.^ )
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As he flew back he noticed something. The physical pain he had felt when he saw the gash on his own arm made him feel good. It made him forget what was plaguing his mind, and let him do whatever he wanted, like in the old days, before he came to this planet. He felt. . . alive.
chapter 4 : bleeding soul
On arriving back at the Capsule Corps, Vegeta was surprised to see Bulma asleep on the lawn outside. She was curled up into a little ball, next to the gravity chamber. She must have spent all day repairing it, Vegeta thought as he glided past her, not wanting to tread on the ground and make a noise. He didn't know why, but she looked so peaceful sleeping there. If only she was like that all the time. Vegeta glided through the open doors of the gravity enhancer, and softly pulled them tight, thinking about the woman. But his mind was primarily on more important matters. Right now he just wanted to train.
"What a day." He slipped out of his jeans and T-shirt, revealing his tight black training shorts. His feet padded against the floor tiles through to the open training room, and Vegeta headed towards the controls. The slanted table of buttons was confusing, but Vegeta knew which one increased the gravity and which one made it decrease. Spinning the dial in one motion, the arrow pointed to 500 and Vegeta felt the gravity increase, the pressure over his entire body growing. He was used to it though, to him 100 felt like earth's natural gravity; he wanted to go higher, but this machine wasn't able to do that. Vegeta wandered over to the centre of the room, flexing the biceps of his left arm as he walked. He thought about what he should do, whether he should start to ki train again, and so he began to warm up as he thought out the routine he should undertake. Thinking about what techniques he should use he thought about the times when he had in the past used these in battle. The thought of battle made his arm itch. As saiyans have a faster metabolism and healing rate than humans, the wound on his arm had stopped bleeding and began to solidly scab over. He looked at the wound with thoughtful eyes.
After several minutes of silence, he proceeded with his training and did several hundred press ups, the same amount of sit ups, and half an hour of shadow boxing-style training to go through some basic moves. He decided to practice ki blasts, and voice activated the robotic targets that floated high above him in the domed ceiling, reflecting and generating their own energy blasts. Watching these attentively, Vegeta's eyes shifted from one robot to the other, waiting for something to happen. He purposely fired a weak attack at the one closest to him, and this was absorbed into the solar power-type panels that were designed to soak up this type of power. The ki boiled inside of the little robot, multiplying with the aid of some kind of nuclear fission, something that Vegeta didn't understand. It was some human way of exploiting energy or something.
Vegeta grew a little impatient, as this robot didn't even send the beam to another robot to juggle around with, to heighten his senses as he trained. Vegeta sent another attack to the robot, and this too was absorbed. Vegeta could feel the power increase, then nothing. Vegeta let his guard down, and began to stare at the robot. He stared at it as if it was a small creature in some science project. The robot was perfectly silent, hovering smoothly up a little, then down a little, up and down. Vegeta wondered what the hell was up with it. He could always get the woman's father to look at it. Or, he could ask the woman. She was right outside after all.
Vegeta couldn't help but wonder whether she was still asleep. He didn't have a clue what time it was or how long he had been training for. She could have still been asleep, on the dewy lawn, for all he knew. He didn't know why but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not in the way he never stopped thinking about eating or killing Kakarot, but in a way that he wasn't familiar with, and he didn't like it one bit.
He sat himself down on the floor cross-legged and with is chin in his upturned palm. The woman. She had taken a shine to him, even though he threatened to end her life on a daily basis. He knew himself that he didn't mean it. He didn't want to show it though. Ever since he'd gotten to know these humans way back on Namek, he'd started to think that they were quite quirky and amusing. They wasted their lives to such trivial things, and were a fragile and fearing race of people. That's why Vegeta like them so much. But it went further than that. They weren't just pawns in a political invasion or attack, or game in hunting sports. They had emotions and lives of their own. They had personalities too, just like saiyans did. They were all individuals, working together in life. They had cultures, pastimes, everything that Vegeta held high of the saiyans. He realised that now.
Another thing was that the thought of mating with the woman had crossed his mind, more than once in fact. He was envious of Yamcha, who had seen a side of her that not an awful lot of people had. A side that Vegeta was somehow attracted to, but would probably never have the privilege to know. He sighed angrily as he thought about this last statement, slumping where he sat. He really didn't like to admit anything of the sort to himself. Just imagine if the humans found out?? He'd be a laughing stock. A saiyan prince, one of the most powerful fighters in the universe, weakened by this philial nonsense. Back on Vegeta-Sei the saiyans would mate for breeding or lust. They weren't attracted to each other! Though sometimes a bond would be formed, it was reserved to the low ranking soldiers, who had less respect for social status. Something like that in the upper ranks would have you banished in the past. Then again, the last saiyans consisted of the prince and Kakarot, and his hybrid son. It's not like Kakarot concerned himself with the traditions of his forefathers!
But although this bothered Vegeta, it didn't bother him half as much as his pride. His damned pride. He knew that his ego was bloated and that his pride was sky-high, and there was jack he could do about it. It was the way he had been raised, hatred and anger drummed into him ever since he could crawl. He was bottle-fed violence and brought up personally by Frieza more than anyone to show no mercy. He learned to fight before he could walk. After his father died he devoted his life to fighting and conquering, always on top of things, second only to Frieza himself. Ever since he'd come to Earth he had found more than his match in Kakarot, and since then his pride had all but died, being beaten by Kakarot and his pathetic friends, then Frieza. And he, the prince of all Saiyans, had been spared by the third-class dog and saved by his disgusting hybrid son! After pouring out his soul to Kakarot as he lay dying, his pride had died before his mortal body. When he was revived, so was his pride, but it was different than before. He no longer automatically thought about being the best, or vengeance or anything like that. He thought about improving his power and strength, always striving to beat his rival Kakarot.
He hated him, though not really. He couldn't hate Kakarot in the way he had hated Frieza. Vegeta hated him because Kakarot was all he now wanted to be. A super saiyan - a legendary super saiyan - and generous, caring, popular and powerful. Vegeta hated him because he wanted to be like him. Kakarot didn't even try, that was the worst thing.
Vegeta balled his fists and slammed them onto the ground, cracking a few tiles. His eyes were shut tightly, as if he was somehow shutting his feelings inside. Suddenly a laser-sharp beam of concentrated ki burst from the little hovering robot, and Vegeta didn't have a chance in hell of sensing it in his frame of mind. The beam sliced into the already slashed flesh on his arm, and Vegeta gritted his teeth tightly.
"Sonofabitch!" He yelled, and he prepared to gather ki for a counter attack, but something stopped him. He held himself back, until the beam abruptly stopped. Another robot Vegeta could see was gearing up to strike, and he just switched his brain off. He didn't care. He looked at the wound on his arm, the new wound, the flesh sliced like a bursting berry, beginning to flow red blood that splashed against the terracotta floor tiles. His teeth were clenched still, but his facial features gave off nothing but apathy. Looking up, he could see that the robots were still. He thought about the old days, when he would be in control of everything, and how much power he'd had over everyone. He felt a burning sensation on his now arching back, which knocked the wind out of him. He couldn't help but spin his head around to see which machine had fired this at him when a third blast screamed towards him. He let his arms drop. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the ki and just stood, waiting for the impact. He didn't even care.
This hit him like a thousand knives, all pounding his left leg. His knee slackened, and he clutched his thigh as blood began to gently pump out of it. His face was washed of emotion and his mind was clear. For the first time ever since he'd arrived on this third rock from the sun his mind was clear. The robots continued to fire small blasts, Vegeta not moving to dodge a single one. He didn't know why, but he wanted to stay. They fired weaker blasts now, average rapid-fire-type attacks, to which Vegeta stood his ground.
After the robots ceased, Vegeta remained standing, blood seeping from the numerous wounds he now sported. The floor underneath him was streaked with his fresh blood, dripping onto his feet and little spots of it splashing outwards as droplets hit the ground. Vegeta collapsed backwards onto the floor. He lay on his back, his chest heaving. All he thought about was the pain, which was subsiding now, fizzing out to a vague throb. His eyes were heavy and he couldn't stop them as they rolled shut, shutting off his mind to the world around him as he fell asleep, a little smile still visible on his bleeding face.
OK I've changed this a bit, but there's not a lot you can do with a crappy go-nowhere chapter like this. hopefully the next one should be a little better :P. Keep reviewing, the small amount of people who actually manage to find this little obscure story! Hmm, I think I need help
********************************* and justice for all **************************************
As he flew back he noticed something. The physical pain he had felt when he saw the gash on his own arm made him feel good. It made him forget what was plaguing his mind, and let him do whatever he wanted, like in the old days, before he came to this planet. He felt. . . alive.
chapter 4 : bleeding soul
On arriving back at the Capsule Corps, Vegeta was surprised to see Bulma asleep on the lawn outside. She was curled up into a little ball, next to the gravity chamber. She must have spent all day repairing it, Vegeta thought as he glided past her, not wanting to tread on the ground and make a noise. He didn't know why, but she looked so peaceful sleeping there. If only she was like that all the time. Vegeta glided through the open doors of the gravity enhancer, and softly pulled them tight, thinking about the woman. But his mind was primarily on more important matters. Right now he just wanted to train.
"What a day." He slipped out of his jeans and T-shirt, revealing his tight black training shorts. His feet padded against the floor tiles through to the open training room, and Vegeta headed towards the controls. The slanted table of buttons was confusing, but Vegeta knew which one increased the gravity and which one made it decrease. Spinning the dial in one motion, the arrow pointed to 500 and Vegeta felt the gravity increase, the pressure over his entire body growing. He was used to it though, to him 100 felt like earth's natural gravity; he wanted to go higher, but this machine wasn't able to do that. Vegeta wandered over to the centre of the room, flexing the biceps of his left arm as he walked. He thought about what he should do, whether he should start to ki train again, and so he began to warm up as he thought out the routine he should undertake. Thinking about what techniques he should use he thought about the times when he had in the past used these in battle. The thought of battle made his arm itch. As saiyans have a faster metabolism and healing rate than humans, the wound on his arm had stopped bleeding and began to solidly scab over. He looked at the wound with thoughtful eyes.
After several minutes of silence, he proceeded with his training and did several hundred press ups, the same amount of sit ups, and half an hour of shadow boxing-style training to go through some basic moves. He decided to practice ki blasts, and voice activated the robotic targets that floated high above him in the domed ceiling, reflecting and generating their own energy blasts. Watching these attentively, Vegeta's eyes shifted from one robot to the other, waiting for something to happen. He purposely fired a weak attack at the one closest to him, and this was absorbed into the solar power-type panels that were designed to soak up this type of power. The ki boiled inside of the little robot, multiplying with the aid of some kind of nuclear fission, something that Vegeta didn't understand. It was some human way of exploiting energy or something.
Vegeta grew a little impatient, as this robot didn't even send the beam to another robot to juggle around with, to heighten his senses as he trained. Vegeta sent another attack to the robot, and this too was absorbed. Vegeta could feel the power increase, then nothing. Vegeta let his guard down, and began to stare at the robot. He stared at it as if it was a small creature in some science project. The robot was perfectly silent, hovering smoothly up a little, then down a little, up and down. Vegeta wondered what the hell was up with it. He could always get the woman's father to look at it. Or, he could ask the woman. She was right outside after all.
Vegeta couldn't help but wonder whether she was still asleep. He didn't have a clue what time it was or how long he had been training for. She could have still been asleep, on the dewy lawn, for all he knew. He didn't know why but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not in the way he never stopped thinking about eating or killing Kakarot, but in a way that he wasn't familiar with, and he didn't like it one bit.
He sat himself down on the floor cross-legged and with is chin in his upturned palm. The woman. She had taken a shine to him, even though he threatened to end her life on a daily basis. He knew himself that he didn't mean it. He didn't want to show it though. Ever since he'd gotten to know these humans way back on Namek, he'd started to think that they were quite quirky and amusing. They wasted their lives to such trivial things, and were a fragile and fearing race of people. That's why Vegeta like them so much. But it went further than that. They weren't just pawns in a political invasion or attack, or game in hunting sports. They had emotions and lives of their own. They had personalities too, just like saiyans did. They were all individuals, working together in life. They had cultures, pastimes, everything that Vegeta held high of the saiyans. He realised that now.
Another thing was that the thought of mating with the woman had crossed his mind, more than once in fact. He was envious of Yamcha, who had seen a side of her that not an awful lot of people had. A side that Vegeta was somehow attracted to, but would probably never have the privilege to know. He sighed angrily as he thought about this last statement, slumping where he sat. He really didn't like to admit anything of the sort to himself. Just imagine if the humans found out?? He'd be a laughing stock. A saiyan prince, one of the most powerful fighters in the universe, weakened by this philial nonsense. Back on Vegeta-Sei the saiyans would mate for breeding or lust. They weren't attracted to each other! Though sometimes a bond would be formed, it was reserved to the low ranking soldiers, who had less respect for social status. Something like that in the upper ranks would have you banished in the past. Then again, the last saiyans consisted of the prince and Kakarot, and his hybrid son. It's not like Kakarot concerned himself with the traditions of his forefathers!
But although this bothered Vegeta, it didn't bother him half as much as his pride. His damned pride. He knew that his ego was bloated and that his pride was sky-high, and there was jack he could do about it. It was the way he had been raised, hatred and anger drummed into him ever since he could crawl. He was bottle-fed violence and brought up personally by Frieza more than anyone to show no mercy. He learned to fight before he could walk. After his father died he devoted his life to fighting and conquering, always on top of things, second only to Frieza himself. Ever since he'd come to Earth he had found more than his match in Kakarot, and since then his pride had all but died, being beaten by Kakarot and his pathetic friends, then Frieza. And he, the prince of all Saiyans, had been spared by the third-class dog and saved by his disgusting hybrid son! After pouring out his soul to Kakarot as he lay dying, his pride had died before his mortal body. When he was revived, so was his pride, but it was different than before. He no longer automatically thought about being the best, or vengeance or anything like that. He thought about improving his power and strength, always striving to beat his rival Kakarot.
He hated him, though not really. He couldn't hate Kakarot in the way he had hated Frieza. Vegeta hated him because Kakarot was all he now wanted to be. A super saiyan - a legendary super saiyan - and generous, caring, popular and powerful. Vegeta hated him because he wanted to be like him. Kakarot didn't even try, that was the worst thing.
Vegeta balled his fists and slammed them onto the ground, cracking a few tiles. His eyes were shut tightly, as if he was somehow shutting his feelings inside. Suddenly a laser-sharp beam of concentrated ki burst from the little hovering robot, and Vegeta didn't have a chance in hell of sensing it in his frame of mind. The beam sliced into the already slashed flesh on his arm, and Vegeta gritted his teeth tightly.
"Sonofabitch!" He yelled, and he prepared to gather ki for a counter attack, but something stopped him. He held himself back, until the beam abruptly stopped. Another robot Vegeta could see was gearing up to strike, and he just switched his brain off. He didn't care. He looked at the wound on his arm, the new wound, the flesh sliced like a bursting berry, beginning to flow red blood that splashed against the terracotta floor tiles. His teeth were clenched still, but his facial features gave off nothing but apathy. Looking up, he could see that the robots were still. He thought about the old days, when he would be in control of everything, and how much power he'd had over everyone. He felt a burning sensation on his now arching back, which knocked the wind out of him. He couldn't help but spin his head around to see which machine had fired this at him when a third blast screamed towards him. He let his arms drop. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the ki and just stood, waiting for the impact. He didn't even care.
This hit him like a thousand knives, all pounding his left leg. His knee slackened, and he clutched his thigh as blood began to gently pump out of it. His face was washed of emotion and his mind was clear. For the first time ever since he'd arrived on this third rock from the sun his mind was clear. The robots continued to fire small blasts, Vegeta not moving to dodge a single one. He didn't know why, but he wanted to stay. They fired weaker blasts now, average rapid-fire-type attacks, to which Vegeta stood his ground.
After the robots ceased, Vegeta remained standing, blood seeping from the numerous wounds he now sported. The floor underneath him was streaked with his fresh blood, dripping onto his feet and little spots of it splashing outwards as droplets hit the ground. Vegeta collapsed backwards onto the floor. He lay on his back, his chest heaving. All he thought about was the pain, which was subsiding now, fizzing out to a vague throb. His eyes were heavy and he couldn't stop them as they rolled shut, shutting off his mind to the world around him as he fell asleep, a little smile still visible on his bleeding face.
OK I've changed this a bit, but there's not a lot you can do with a crappy go-nowhere chapter like this. hopefully the next one should be a little better :P. Keep reviewing, the small amount of people who actually manage to find this little obscure story! Hmm, I think I need help