Hey! Thanks for the support.. it really helps. The reviewers are all the inspiration I get! Thanks so much to Sun Orchid, Anime Writer Karica, and Mirrorwind! Enjoy this chapter! Filled with the angsty goodness.. and this chapter has a lot of horror. Prepare to be scared.. pay a lot of attention to this chapter.
Happy Thanksgiving.. I know I had one. *smirks* Besides my grandfather going to the hospital.. it was good.
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He ran, as fast as he could, avoiding the ferocious sound of blood pounding in his ears. The darkness somewhat comforted him, and yet scared the shit out of him. He kept running, despite the powerful urge to stop and accept his foreboding fate and destiny. No! This couldn't be his destiny! The prince of all saiyans, running away from a mere third class?! His legs stopped moving forward, and he crossed his arms, waiting for whatever was going to happen, to happen. A golden light flashed in front of his eyes, to the point of almost blinding him. He grimaced in anger, and shielded his eyes with his arm as much as he could. A figure appeared in the speed of light; hell, it was faster than the speed of light. He didn't even see it coming! The figure had a look of seriousness washed across his face, and yet a look of horror. The prince knew that face all too well ..
"Kakarot?"
Goku stood ten feet in front of the prince, standing stiffly, arms crossed and body straight. His lips were that of an unknown expression -- it wasn't a smirk, it wasn't curved enough to be one. It wasn't a frown, it was too straight. It was simply a line, a thin cold line that gave an eerie aura to the ghastly figure that appeared alive. His eyes, damn how much Vegeta hated those eyes! They were saiyan eyes, always protruding a look of pride, and then a look of gentleness and kindness. He didn't understand those damn eyes at all! Goku's ebony hair waved about in some invisible wind. The locks were slowly moving up and down magically. Vegeta frowned, cringing in anger and frustration. What the hell did Kakarot want?
Goku remained in the position that he was in, never moving one muscle in his entire body. His expression stayed the same, never losing the look of horror that he possessed. Only one part of his body moved, and that was his hand. His left arm moved slowly upward, extending his index finger, pointing to Vegeta. Vegeta widened his eyes in terror .. why was the baka pointing at him?
"What the hell do you want Kakarot?"
Goku narrowed his eyes slightly, pain and torture washing over his black pupils. His lips moved to some extent, but no sounds or words came out. And then .. he produced a whisper. Vegeta strained his ears to hear, but could not possibly perceive the sound. He winced in annoyance, a golden aura sparkling around him. The damn baka needed to speak up!
"What the hell are you saying? Speak up!"
Goku never even flinched at the volume of tone that the prince was using, he merely kept pointing at the prince repeating the same phrase over and over again. The younger saiyan started saying the phrase louder and louder, and Vegeta could finally understand what he was saying ..
"Never lose hope Vegeta.."
The prince gasped in shock, the hatred lessening from his features. A spasm of fear struck him, sending shivers of panic up and down his thin spine. Thin like the air in the room, and thin like the cruel lips on Goku's tortured face .. What the fuck did Goku mean by 'never lose hope'? Lose hope in what? And why did he warn him? It just didn't make any sense! Vegeta had had enough .. who did Kakarot think he was, coming here and warning the prince? He didn't need any help from no one, and especially warnings from Kakarot. Fury invaded his heart, making him cry out with pain. He hovered into the air, clenching his fists, and powered up in rage. He swung his right arm forward, and thrust it into the third class' face --
.. Only to go right through him. The prince panted in fatigue, already feeling vertigo sweeping over him. He glared at Goku, who was now grimacing in ache. The kind saiyan yelled in complete pain, his features being flushed with torment. A golden light surrounded Goku, dancing all around his figure. He hollered in agony, clutching his chest, to where his heart took residence. For one last time, he grabbed his torso, hollering in a voice that was beyond any type of torture. He fell to the ground, blood seeping from his parted mouth. His eyes looked up to Vegeta .. lifeless, cold eyes .. Vegeta felt a sickening sensation run over him as the scent of the metallic blood fill his nostrils. He winced in nausea, fighting the urge to throw up. A pounding filled his ears, a consistent haunting pounding. A pounding and beating of a heart .. The prince stared at the corpse that stood in front of him, and saw the most ghastly, revolting scene he'd ever seen ..
Goku's heart was on the ground, still beating, still pumping blood to no where. The proud prince felt this tightening knot form in his shrouded throat, and he almost gagged. He saw a figure, ascending to the scene, only to be Android 17. The cold, cruel android smirked, and sent a beam right into the prince's heart ..
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Bulma narrowed her eyes, concern filling them. Damn! This was the fifth time that Vegeta had cried out in pain, and then fell limply in her arms. She sighed, still holding his head up, still curing all of his cuts and bruises, still bandaging his broken right arm. The androids had done a number to him, that was for sure, and she prayed with all of her heart that he'd stay alive. Her eyes wandered to the pained expression on her lover's face, and she grimaced in dread. He was having one hell of a nightmare .. about what? About Goku? The Androids? About .. her? She shook her head, pushing away the unwanted thoughts. No, it was something so frightening, so horrible, that the blue-haired scientist didn't want to think about it anymore. She wished she could comfort the terrible ache that Vegeta was feeling, but it was near to impossible. All she could do, was wait for her loved one to snap out of his unconsciousness.
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Vegeta clenched his fists in anger, hating the halo that appeared on top of his head. Damn it! He didn't want it to end this way! For that damn android bitch to kill him .. it wasn't right! He fell to his knees, fatigue and dizziness sweeping over him. Sweat dripped from his face, landing on adolescent piles of pools on the floor. Pools that showed a reflection of what the prince was now reduced to; a fool who had been weak his entire life. He slammed his clenched fist into the ground, cringing in anger and regret. Why the fuck was he still in this damn void if he was dead? Shouldn't he be in hell?
A whimper snapped him from his thoughts, making the prince's neck snap up to the right. A body was crawling on the floor, putting out extreme amounts of energy every time it moved. What the hell was that? The prince narrowed his eyes, to look out onto what and who the figure was. The smell of blood once again filled his nostrils, and the same exact sickening sensation filled Vegeta's stomach. He grunted in annoyance, when the hell would this nightmare be over? Another whimper filled the dense, hot air, reaching the saiyan's sensitive ears. He stood up hastily, bringing up his knee, and then the other. He panted in exhaustion, more sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked down at the body, and felt like he would die ..
.. It was a boy .. merely around the age of 17, whimpering in pain, with a sword stuck in his back. His purple hair was matted with crimson liquid, and his eyes were washed with helplessness and pleading. The boy crawled more towards Vegeta, reaching out a hand for help. Ignoring the voices in his head to grab the outstretched hand, he kicked it with all the force he could muster. The boy was pathetic .. he wasn't worth the prince's help. The young man moaned in hurt, locking eyes with Vegeta. Vegeta crossed his arms, looking down at the aqua eyes. The aqua eyes that were so much .. like his own. His pupils were contracting with worry, pain, concern over something.. they were so tortured. The prince had never seen such tormented eyes besides his own in his life. This kid had certainly been through a lot. The teenager gasped for air, inching towards Vegeta with every second that passed. Vegeta scowled with contempt and let go of all of his patience.
"What the hell do you want, boy?"
" Father .. Please help me.. I'm dying .. And so is mother. They killed me.. And they'll kill you."
Vegeta gasped in shock, noticing the boy's appearance more than he ever had. His hair was a beautiful lavender, his eyes were a pained blue, and his voice .. it sounded so much like Bulma's and his .. intertwined to make the soft, passionate voice of the boy in front of him. This boy, could only be --
"Trunks?"
His voice came in a whisper of strangled despair, and the prince couldn't help but start to feel remorse for his son. His face stayed with the same emotion however, and he didn't show any sign of feelings. Damn! This would've been so much easier if his feelings invaded his voice when he called his son's name. He glanced down at Trunks, who was now widening his eyes in shock. Pure and complete shock. Vegeta gritted his teeth; what the hell now?
"They're coming.."
The prince cringed in anger, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw the boy look at something beyond where the prince was standing.
"What the hell are you staring at now? Who's coming?"
"They are .. the ones you let down. The ones you let die .. their coming to take me. And you."
Vegeta panted and gasped with fear, shock making his ego collapse as he heard condescending footsteps behind him. He turned his body around, whipping his head to the right, looking at the ghastly figures that were coming to take him to hell. He couldn't distinguish who the fuck they were, and his fury was boiling inside his heart with every moment that was wasted. The bodies crept closer and closer, until he could finally see who it was. . .
Bulma and Kakarot.
Bulma ..
Her usually beautiful aqua hair was splashed with blood so thick, it bathed her entire head in the crimson. Her stubborn, radiant eyes were altered to show a fear, and hatred that the prince that was never possible. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, mixing in with blood, making red rivers of pain caress her face. Realization dawned on him, and a paranoia so great paralyzed his entire body.
The damn androids killed her .. and I didn't stop them.
He clenched his fists in utter pain, complete madness was inching towards his face and emotions. He was too damn weak to save his fucking family! Too weak to save the one woman he loved with all his heart, and the one son who would make him proud one day. Too weak to .. defeat Kakarot.
Kakarot ..
A gruesome hole filled the pit of his chest where his heart had been absent. Vegeta felt like throwing up right then and there, but he kept his composure, ignoring the sickening sensation swallowing his conscience. Kakarot's eyes were that of Bulma's, and he was pointing directly at Vegeta, once again. The prince heard an exaggerated gasp in back of him, and knew without looking, that his son had died. He cursed at himself for allowing it, but his thoughts were interrupted when Trunks walked up to join the deceased. With the sword still stuck in his back, he pushed it out of his flesh, and pointed it to the prince. The three of them looked at him sternly, all of them looking tortured and depressed. They said but three words, but those words would haunt the prince for eternity.
"Never lose hope."
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