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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 rolled shut, shutting off his mind to the world around him as he fell asleep, a little smile still visible on his bleeding face.
chapter 5 : stairway to heaven
Vegeta's eyes split open, the light too intense at first. They slowly crept open, and his tired pupils were harshly greeted by a vague and distorted whiteness. It didn't smell like the gravity chamber to the saiyan. It smelled as though he was somewhere he'd never been before. He focused and refocused his eyes, yet the world around remained an aching blur. He tried to raise a hand to clear his vision, but his arm felt incredibly weak. He could barely lift it at all.
He was now in a bed, the sheets pulled up to his well-toned stomach, the pillows recently fluffed up. Someone had done this for him; he wasn't yet aware of where he was, his mind already wrapped within riddles of dreams and images and sounds; he wasn't aware of any of this, and still thought that he was lying in a heap on the floor in the gravity chamber, or some such place. He could imagine the hum of the gravity enhancer drumming in his ears, and the terracotta floor tiles, lying cracked beneath him. He couldn't feel the enhanced pressure on his aching body anymore, perhaps because his entire nervous system had decided to pass out. His vision still blurred, he slowly twisted his neck to the right, to see a figure crouched or sat, or perhaps even standing beside him, the vague shape not revealing whether the silhouette was male or female. He recognised their smell, but his mind wasn't connected to his nasal receptors properly and he couldn't identify who it was. He sensed that they were not a threat, so he didn't care much for their presence beside him. The light glared against his retina, and he closed his eyes, ignoring the figure's movement beside him. He didn't know whether the noise he briefly heard was a voice, or just another ringing in his head. Grunting in discomfort he turned his head the other way and drifted off into a deep sleep. Even though he knew he had been unconscious, he was exhausted.
His dreams were an abyss of black, yet filled with a mixture of sounds he had not heard before he'd come to Earth. He could see nothing but himself, floating in the darkness. There was a light not too far ahead of him, and he proceeded towards it. It didn't seem to be coming any closer to him, so he decided to fly there. Still the light remained distant, yet close to him. For some reason that was beyond him, he threw a genki dama at the light. The light seemed to shatter into a thousand shards and disperse across the darkness, each shard slicing through it clean. Vegeta was overwhelmed by the light, it was all around him. The light was brighter in one place still, the place where it had originated from. So he floated over there, unphased now by the brightness, and came across a small crystal, at least he thought it was a crystal, which seemed to be what was emanating the light. He reached out to grab it, and as he did so a exceedingly powerful force ensnared his body. He realised what the crystal represented when he closed his eyes to see his rival, Kakarot… it was goodness. It crushed his chest like a thousand tonnes and sent the blood straight to his head. It pulse and pulsed, silently, until it was fit to burst his head...
"Abash, the... devil stood... and felt, felt how... how awful goodness is...!!" Vegeta screamed, the irony of remembering that particular quote torturing his thoughts to the same extent that the light crushed his torso. The pain throbbed through him, then violently stung, then throbbed even stronger than before. Vegeta yelled aloud, trying to withstand the pain, but it was more intense that anything he had previously felt. This was pain with no death, which meant that it had no limit.
"Yamenasai!! Ore wa saiyajin no ooji! Bakayaro!!!"
The force dropped him and he landed on his knees, gasping deeply. He recovered quickly when he heard a woman weeping nearby. Looking around he could see that he was in some sort of farming village, surrounded by empty fields and devastated houses. Some were still smouldering from recent fires. The floor was littered with ashen corpses, some of which had large holes in their chests or heads, or limbs missing. Was this a dream or imaginary? He followed the sound of the crying until he found a teenage girl crouched in the corner of two houses that had presumably been attacked fairly badly. On closer inspection, Vegeta's eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a small baby boy in her arms, his eyes hollow and staring through Vegeta into infinity. The girl heaved as she cried, but then snapped around when she heard Vegeta's footstep as his foot shuffled once or twice behind her. She clutched the baby close to her, as if trying to protect the dead child from harm.
"Stay b-b-back you son of a bitch… Stay away! I-i-if you must... T-take me b-b-but leave m-my boy alone!" Vegeta didn't know how to react to this. He was pretty angry because she had called him a son of a bitch, but still he felt the smallest amount of pity for her, and for her child.
"You've done enough... Can't you see? They're all dead except Caliban and me... You heartless bastard... fuck you!"
"What the hell are you talking woman? I have not done anything..." His eyes tightened a little as he thought about what he had done in the past. He knew that he had done these things, and they flashed through his mind as one giant blur of destruction before he looked the girl in the face.
"Woman, leave this place. Leave the baby behind, he's dead..." After silence and several silent tears from the woman, his temper flared. "Did you not fucking hear me? I said get the fuck away from this graveyard before I do to you what I did to the rest of these people!!" He knew that he'd destroyed this place, he remembered it now. He also knew that he was going to kill this woman, whether she fled or not. It gave him the slightest morbid kick, to let the girl believe that she had some sort of chance. He used to do it years ago, before he came to Earth, just for the sport of it. The woman didn't move. She sat and clutched the dead infant tighter to her chest, and closed her eyes.
"Shit..." The mighty prince reduced to a puppet of his former work, he could not stop himself from raising his arm and firing a weak blast, enough to cause the woman to perish and the corpse to sublime into the air, along with his mother. Vegeta stared blankly, and lowered his hand. He knew he couldn't change anything, for he had already done it. Although he knew he'd done it, and seen it not once but twice, it still hadn't sunk in. He hadn't felt a physical power raising his arm, but more of a mental will that he could not suppress, not even with his strength. It was because, he slowly realised, that it was fate, and fate had already happened. He shook his head violently.
"Eeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!" The rage boiled inside of him and blasted out as an earth shattering-aura that evaporated everything within a two mile radius of where he stood, including the ruined buildings and the fallen dead, right out among the fields and hills. The sky darkened against the phosphorescent light that emanated from the saiyan. His energy spent, he fell to his knees.
He was now in the darkness again. Still on his knees, palms flat against the ground, his eyes tightly shut as he ran his past through his mind. The brightness that came from the crystal still reflected against the back of his eyes against the black, and he knew what he had to do. He had to seize goodness for himself. As he thought of this the light exploded once more, shattering through the darkness and hitting against his body with such a force he could barely keep breathing against it. He dragged himself off of the ground and, with clenched teeth and squinted eyes, jerked his head up and stared hungrily towards the light.
"No... you will be mine... You will be mine!" He threw several blasts at the light, and powered up too SSJ. His hair flickering from black to gold then back again, he tried to hold onto his power as long as he could... Though he knew he couldn't and so figured out that the last thing he could do is race towards the light. He did so, and when he reached it, panting and sweating, he began to laugh. It was such a small source, but gave off so much. Kakarot has never seen this much pure goodness, Vegeta thought as he reached out to grab it. It was sat in the palm of his hand, like a pebble or a coin, and felt good against his skin. The light was subdued now, to reveal the crystal that had been radiating the light, Vegeta's grin said it all. He'd got what he wanted, at last.
"What the fuck..." The pebble-like piece of pure goodness began to make the surrounding skin turn red, like it was irritating it or something. His eyes widened with intense fear as his hand, beneath the crystal, began to fall away from the rest of his arm. He couldn't feel pain, but yelled aloud to discover that everything was silent, even his own voice. The skin and bone noiselessly crumbled away, falling to the floor, splashing and tumbling around his feet. There was no blood, just pieces of muted flesh that fell from him. The crystal dropped to the floor, and as he reached to stop it from hitting the ground his arm fell away from him in chunks, like a building being demolished. It spread to his shoulder, and he held his other hand to his face as he watched it crumble away. It was out of his control, and there was nothing he could do. The crystal shone brightly now, as if were mocking him. His mouth wide with fear to match his eyes, his face began to fall away, and was swept into the wind. His features were erased slowly, and the light shattered what little remained of him.
"Mine!!" He jerked up in his bed, quickly being reminded of the pain he was in. Wide eyes darted across the room to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. They shot down to Vegeta's hands, to check whether he had fallen apart or not. Panting, he tried to ignore the dull ache all over his body and attempted to forget his dream. He wasn't falling apart.
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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 rolled shut, shutting off his mind to the world around him as he fell asleep, a little smile still visible on his bleeding face.
chapter 5 : stairway to heaven
Vegeta's eyes split open, the light too intense at first. They slowly crept open, and his tired pupils were harshly greeted by a vague and distorted whiteness. It didn't smell like the gravity chamber to the saiyan. It smelled as though he was somewhere he'd never been before. He focused and refocused his eyes, yet the world around remained an aching blur. He tried to raise a hand to clear his vision, but his arm felt incredibly weak. He could barely lift it at all.
He was now in a bed, the sheets pulled up to his well-toned stomach, the pillows recently fluffed up. Someone had done this for him; he wasn't yet aware of where he was, his mind already wrapped within riddles of dreams and images and sounds; he wasn't aware of any of this, and still thought that he was lying in a heap on the floor in the gravity chamber, or some such place. He could imagine the hum of the gravity enhancer drumming in his ears, and the terracotta floor tiles, lying cracked beneath him. He couldn't feel the enhanced pressure on his aching body anymore, perhaps because his entire nervous system had decided to pass out. His vision still blurred, he slowly twisted his neck to the right, to see a figure crouched or sat, or perhaps even standing beside him, the vague shape not revealing whether the silhouette was male or female. He recognised their smell, but his mind wasn't connected to his nasal receptors properly and he couldn't identify who it was. He sensed that they were not a threat, so he didn't care much for their presence beside him. The light glared against his retina, and he closed his eyes, ignoring the figure's movement beside him. He didn't know whether the noise he briefly heard was a voice, or just another ringing in his head. Grunting in discomfort he turned his head the other way and drifted off into a deep sleep. Even though he knew he had been unconscious, he was exhausted.
His dreams were an abyss of black, yet filled with a mixture of sounds he had not heard before he'd come to Earth. He could see nothing but himself, floating in the darkness. There was a light not too far ahead of him, and he proceeded towards it. It didn't seem to be coming any closer to him, so he decided to fly there. Still the light remained distant, yet close to him. For some reason that was beyond him, he threw a genki dama at the light. The light seemed to shatter into a thousand shards and disperse across the darkness, each shard slicing through it clean. Vegeta was overwhelmed by the light, it was all around him. The light was brighter in one place still, the place where it had originated from. So he floated over there, unphased now by the brightness, and came across a small crystal, at least he thought it was a crystal, which seemed to be what was emanating the light. He reached out to grab it, and as he did so a exceedingly powerful force ensnared his body. He realised what the crystal represented when he closed his eyes to see his rival, Kakarot… it was goodness. It crushed his chest like a thousand tonnes and sent the blood straight to his head. It pulse and pulsed, silently, until it was fit to burst his head...
"Abash, the... devil stood... and felt, felt how... how awful goodness is...!!" Vegeta screamed, the irony of remembering that particular quote torturing his thoughts to the same extent that the light crushed his torso. The pain throbbed through him, then violently stung, then throbbed even stronger than before. Vegeta yelled aloud, trying to withstand the pain, but it was more intense that anything he had previously felt. This was pain with no death, which meant that it had no limit.
"Yamenasai!! Ore wa saiyajin no ooji! Bakayaro!!!"
The force dropped him and he landed on his knees, gasping deeply. He recovered quickly when he heard a woman weeping nearby. Looking around he could see that he was in some sort of farming village, surrounded by empty fields and devastated houses. Some were still smouldering from recent fires. The floor was littered with ashen corpses, some of which had large holes in their chests or heads, or limbs missing. Was this a dream or imaginary? He followed the sound of the crying until he found a teenage girl crouched in the corner of two houses that had presumably been attacked fairly badly. On closer inspection, Vegeta's eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a small baby boy in her arms, his eyes hollow and staring through Vegeta into infinity. The girl heaved as she cried, but then snapped around when she heard Vegeta's footstep as his foot shuffled once or twice behind her. She clutched the baby close to her, as if trying to protect the dead child from harm.
"Stay b-b-back you son of a bitch… Stay away! I-i-if you must... T-take me b-b-but leave m-my boy alone!" Vegeta didn't know how to react to this. He was pretty angry because she had called him a son of a bitch, but still he felt the smallest amount of pity for her, and for her child.
"You've done enough... Can't you see? They're all dead except Caliban and me... You heartless bastard... fuck you!"
"What the hell are you talking woman? I have not done anything..." His eyes tightened a little as he thought about what he had done in the past. He knew that he had done these things, and they flashed through his mind as one giant blur of destruction before he looked the girl in the face.
"Woman, leave this place. Leave the baby behind, he's dead..." After silence and several silent tears from the woman, his temper flared. "Did you not fucking hear me? I said get the fuck away from this graveyard before I do to you what I did to the rest of these people!!" He knew that he'd destroyed this place, he remembered it now. He also knew that he was going to kill this woman, whether she fled or not. It gave him the slightest morbid kick, to let the girl believe that she had some sort of chance. He used to do it years ago, before he came to Earth, just for the sport of it. The woman didn't move. She sat and clutched the dead infant tighter to her chest, and closed her eyes.
"Shit..." The mighty prince reduced to a puppet of his former work, he could not stop himself from raising his arm and firing a weak blast, enough to cause the woman to perish and the corpse to sublime into the air, along with his mother. Vegeta stared blankly, and lowered his hand. He knew he couldn't change anything, for he had already done it. Although he knew he'd done it, and seen it not once but twice, it still hadn't sunk in. He hadn't felt a physical power raising his arm, but more of a mental will that he could not suppress, not even with his strength. It was because, he slowly realised, that it was fate, and fate had already happened. He shook his head violently.
"Eeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!" The rage boiled inside of him and blasted out as an earth shattering-aura that evaporated everything within a two mile radius of where he stood, including the ruined buildings and the fallen dead, right out among the fields and hills. The sky darkened against the phosphorescent light that emanated from the saiyan. His energy spent, he fell to his knees.
He was now in the darkness again. Still on his knees, palms flat against the ground, his eyes tightly shut as he ran his past through his mind. The brightness that came from the crystal still reflected against the back of his eyes against the black, and he knew what he had to do. He had to seize goodness for himself. As he thought of this the light exploded once more, shattering through the darkness and hitting against his body with such a force he could barely keep breathing against it. He dragged himself off of the ground and, with clenched teeth and squinted eyes, jerked his head up and stared hungrily towards the light.
"No... you will be mine... You will be mine!" He threw several blasts at the light, and powered up too SSJ. His hair flickering from black to gold then back again, he tried to hold onto his power as long as he could... Though he knew he couldn't and so figured out that the last thing he could do is race towards the light. He did so, and when he reached it, panting and sweating, he began to laugh. It was such a small source, but gave off so much. Kakarot has never seen this much pure goodness, Vegeta thought as he reached out to grab it. It was sat in the palm of his hand, like a pebble or a coin, and felt good against his skin. The light was subdued now, to reveal the crystal that had been radiating the light, Vegeta's grin said it all. He'd got what he wanted, at last.
"What the fuck..." The pebble-like piece of pure goodness began to make the surrounding skin turn red, like it was irritating it or something. His eyes widened with intense fear as his hand, beneath the crystal, began to fall away from the rest of his arm. He couldn't feel pain, but yelled aloud to discover that everything was silent, even his own voice. The skin and bone noiselessly crumbled away, falling to the floor, splashing and tumbling around his feet. There was no blood, just pieces of muted flesh that fell from him. The crystal dropped to the floor, and as he reached to stop it from hitting the ground his arm fell away from him in chunks, like a building being demolished. It spread to his shoulder, and he held his other hand to his face as he watched it crumble away. It was out of his control, and there was nothing he could do. The crystal shone brightly now, as if were mocking him. His mouth wide with fear to match his eyes, his face began to fall away, and was swept into the wind. His features were erased slowly, and the light shattered what little remained of him.
"Mine!!" He jerked up in his bed, quickly being reminded of the pain he was in. Wide eyes darted across the room to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. They shot down to Vegeta's hands, to check whether he had fallen apart or not. Panting, he tried to ignore the dull ache all over his body and attempted to forget his dream. He wasn't falling apart.
Please review! Thanks for reading ^_^ and I apologise for it's lateness once again