Sodacat: These chapters look much longer on paper you know. Quantity and quality, equal are they not. Read the first chapter again slowly.
This chapter is dedicated to drgballz for Reviewing!!!! J (: J
See disclaimer in first chapter.
Bittersweet revenge: (chapter one, part two)
Vegeta bled from a scattering of different wounds and I could feel his strength finally beginning to fade….
"No!" A delicate green-haired woman raced between us, blocking Vegeta from my final blow.
I barley diverted the blast and it smashed through the forest out of sight. She ignored me completely, kneeling instead by my fallen opponent.
Vegeta eyes blinked open. "Bulma?"
"Why Vegeta?" Bulma's voice was shaking. "You promised not to kill yourself. You promised me."
Vegeta flinched at the anguish in her voice. "Zarrion is right. I must die." The thought didn't seem to bother him. "You do not know my past, his are not the only people I have destroyed."
My mind was whirling. How did he even know my name? Something else was different too.
The flatness in his voice was not the icy coldness with which he had destroyed my people. It was despair.
This was not the killer who had blasted my whole life -my people- away without even caring.
Opening my hands, I let my dreams of revenge slip through them like dust in the wind. Vegeta would suffer his price without my help.
"My people are avenged, Father." I spoke softly, letting my words follow after my dreams.
I flew away and Vegeta watched me go with something akin to hope flicking across his face.
Quietly as I had spoken, I think perhaps the Prince had heard me.
As I looked back, he smiled, slowly, as if it were a strange thing he had never done before.
There was a long silence before Vegeta spoke again, not to Bulma but to me.
"Thankyou Zarrion. For… hope perhaps. Your people would be proud of you I know."
Then I was gone.
Sodacat: That WAS longer. Honestly! I edit by forgetting about a story for six months then rereading it. I might even be able to fin the next chapter. If you review that is. Of course – there had to be a catch, didn't there.