Disclaimer: Once there was this show all the little boys watched and all
that it was about was these guys fighting and wanting to show each other
their 'ultimate power'. Boring! Do you think that I would have thought of
that? No way.
Hellish Victory:
Vegita stood, eyes closed and cross-armed, controlling his breath in the harsh air. *Never show weakness* He'd used too much energy against Freiza. Instead of just beating him, he'd been a fool and let his emotions rule him, frying the Ice-jinn until he was just a smoking shade of his former self. Now he wondered if he would have the energy to defeat a final opponent and then fight Dabura.
He needed sustenance; he would even have asked the Namek brat-guardian for some, if he had power here. Just then, the air shifted and a scent reached him. Over the smell of sulfur, sweat and blood came something fresher, sweeter- the smell of fruit? He raised his head and looked around. Off in the distance, beside a cliff-face, stood a huge tree bearing minuscule red- gold dots. The scent was coming from there! He knew if he could have just one or two, he would recover his strength.
He became aware that the rabble's noise had changed, there was a riot going on. The ogres in charge were busy quelling it. Now was his chance, if he was quick! He moved so swiftly he seemed to disappear, flying the miles in seconds. Eluding some guards, he picked only one luscious globe, then rushed back.
Standing back away from the crowd, he took a bite. It was the most wondrous thing he'd ever eaten. Wholesome and sweet, yet just a bit tangy; it quenched his hunger and thirst all at once. He could feel his power being renewed twice-fold. It must indeed be the fruit of the gods!
The noise was quieting now, the riot was under control. He looked to see the white-garbed green non-Namekian gazing back at him. He had been seen stealing the fruit. Slowly the eyes blinked at him in secret approval and then turned away as Vegita ate the last bite. Wiping his mouth, he strode forward at the calling of his name to face his final challenge.
And froze. If he had hated Freiza, he abhorred the obscene genetic monstrosity before him. Cell.
"What are you doing here, bug?" he questioned harshly.
"Why, the same as you are, I suppose, Vegita," Cell replied coolly, "to return to Earth.. to complete my mission.. to get revenge."
"Revenge?" Vegita was on his guard, observing his opponent.
"Yes, on the brat that sent me here!" he hissed, crouching.
"You're a bit too late," taunted the Saiyan, "Majin Buu killed him already."
"No matter, there are other strong ones. Your son, for instance, he should be old enough now to provide some amusement" Cell smirked.
Vegita growled, signaling the formalities over and attacked, kicking and punching. They broke apart minutes later, the Saiyan wiping the blood off a cut on his cheek. He had some more oozing across his arm. Cell had changed in his years down here, his chitinous armor had grown rough with serrated ridges and edges. Only the prince's gloves had saved his hands from being slashed to ribbons.
"What's the matter, Vegita, don't you like my little improvements?" the mutant stood back and posed, "No? Too bad, unfortunately hell is not a nice environment and I've had to adapt. Now why don't you do that pretty little trick you Saiyans do so you can be a real challenge to me?" he queried snidely, giving his opponent some room.
Vegita stood, feet apart and clenched his fists. A wind gathered around him, sparking with power, changing his hair to gold; he no longer had to scream in rage to go to the first level of Super-Saiyan. His blue eyes narrowed, "Is this better, bug? I warn you, I am stronger now than I was."
"I'd be disappointed if you weren't," Cell smirked hungrily. He disappeared and an instant later, the Saiyan felt himself tackled and held from behind, "I could so use a nice meal before I leave."
Vegita struggled, his eyes wide with horror. He knew what was coming, already he could see the approach of the elongated nozzle, it's obscene aperture widening in anticipation.
He wrenched an arm free and paused in his struggles to prepare a ki-blast. He heard Cell chuckle in his ear, knowing he couldn't use too much power or he'd kill himself. What the mutant had apparently forgotten was that he didn't have to kill to win. Opening his hand flat-out, he shaped the ki into the very effective- the very precise destructo-disk. With a flick of the wrist, he aimed it at the nozzle, cutting it short. Purplish blood spurted out as the appendage flopped on the stage like a cut off lizard's tail.
Cell let go of him at the unusual attack and the prince immediately turned and sent a larger blast at him, blowing the mutant into the crowd before he could block it. Vegita had won.
Dabura stood and came before him, "Congratulations," he said.
Vegita crouched back down in a fighting stance, "I suppose it's your turn, demon."
"No."
"What?" Vegita grunted in confusion, not relaxing his guard.
"I concede. You win, I won't fight you." The Demon King held out the prized ticket.
The Saiyan stood upright, "Why not?"
"I have already fought Majin Buu and failed. If I die again, I will not exist on any plane, neither will you if you lose. Hell is not so bad, it's not far from what I am used to." Dabura grinned a challenge, "Do you dare to fight him again?"
Vegita took the ticket granting him freedom to leave, "I dare."
AN: Gosh, it's been a long time since I updated, got too many pans on the fire, I guess. What really held me up was Vegita, he's such a hard character to do (for me). But he did it, he faced his demons and earned his way out. Next chapter let's see how the boys are getting along.
PS- I write between the lines (that means inference). Reread the last paragraph of the last chapter carefully. Again, thanx for the reviews, they're precious. (My precious, mine)
Hellish Victory:
Vegita stood, eyes closed and cross-armed, controlling his breath in the harsh air. *Never show weakness* He'd used too much energy against Freiza. Instead of just beating him, he'd been a fool and let his emotions rule him, frying the Ice-jinn until he was just a smoking shade of his former self. Now he wondered if he would have the energy to defeat a final opponent and then fight Dabura.
He needed sustenance; he would even have asked the Namek brat-guardian for some, if he had power here. Just then, the air shifted and a scent reached him. Over the smell of sulfur, sweat and blood came something fresher, sweeter- the smell of fruit? He raised his head and looked around. Off in the distance, beside a cliff-face, stood a huge tree bearing minuscule red- gold dots. The scent was coming from there! He knew if he could have just one or two, he would recover his strength.
He became aware that the rabble's noise had changed, there was a riot going on. The ogres in charge were busy quelling it. Now was his chance, if he was quick! He moved so swiftly he seemed to disappear, flying the miles in seconds. Eluding some guards, he picked only one luscious globe, then rushed back.
Standing back away from the crowd, he took a bite. It was the most wondrous thing he'd ever eaten. Wholesome and sweet, yet just a bit tangy; it quenched his hunger and thirst all at once. He could feel his power being renewed twice-fold. It must indeed be the fruit of the gods!
The noise was quieting now, the riot was under control. He looked to see the white-garbed green non-Namekian gazing back at him. He had been seen stealing the fruit. Slowly the eyes blinked at him in secret approval and then turned away as Vegita ate the last bite. Wiping his mouth, he strode forward at the calling of his name to face his final challenge.
And froze. If he had hated Freiza, he abhorred the obscene genetic monstrosity before him. Cell.
"What are you doing here, bug?" he questioned harshly.
"Why, the same as you are, I suppose, Vegita," Cell replied coolly, "to return to Earth.. to complete my mission.. to get revenge."
"Revenge?" Vegita was on his guard, observing his opponent.
"Yes, on the brat that sent me here!" he hissed, crouching.
"You're a bit too late," taunted the Saiyan, "Majin Buu killed him already."
"No matter, there are other strong ones. Your son, for instance, he should be old enough now to provide some amusement" Cell smirked.
Vegita growled, signaling the formalities over and attacked, kicking and punching. They broke apart minutes later, the Saiyan wiping the blood off a cut on his cheek. He had some more oozing across his arm. Cell had changed in his years down here, his chitinous armor had grown rough with serrated ridges and edges. Only the prince's gloves had saved his hands from being slashed to ribbons.
"What's the matter, Vegita, don't you like my little improvements?" the mutant stood back and posed, "No? Too bad, unfortunately hell is not a nice environment and I've had to adapt. Now why don't you do that pretty little trick you Saiyans do so you can be a real challenge to me?" he queried snidely, giving his opponent some room.
Vegita stood, feet apart and clenched his fists. A wind gathered around him, sparking with power, changing his hair to gold; he no longer had to scream in rage to go to the first level of Super-Saiyan. His blue eyes narrowed, "Is this better, bug? I warn you, I am stronger now than I was."
"I'd be disappointed if you weren't," Cell smirked hungrily. He disappeared and an instant later, the Saiyan felt himself tackled and held from behind, "I could so use a nice meal before I leave."
Vegita struggled, his eyes wide with horror. He knew what was coming, already he could see the approach of the elongated nozzle, it's obscene aperture widening in anticipation.
He wrenched an arm free and paused in his struggles to prepare a ki-blast. He heard Cell chuckle in his ear, knowing he couldn't use too much power or he'd kill himself. What the mutant had apparently forgotten was that he didn't have to kill to win. Opening his hand flat-out, he shaped the ki into the very effective- the very precise destructo-disk. With a flick of the wrist, he aimed it at the nozzle, cutting it short. Purplish blood spurted out as the appendage flopped on the stage like a cut off lizard's tail.
Cell let go of him at the unusual attack and the prince immediately turned and sent a larger blast at him, blowing the mutant into the crowd before he could block it. Vegita had won.
Dabura stood and came before him, "Congratulations," he said.
Vegita crouched back down in a fighting stance, "I suppose it's your turn, demon."
"No."
"What?" Vegita grunted in confusion, not relaxing his guard.
"I concede. You win, I won't fight you." The Demon King held out the prized ticket.
The Saiyan stood upright, "Why not?"
"I have already fought Majin Buu and failed. If I die again, I will not exist on any plane, neither will you if you lose. Hell is not so bad, it's not far from what I am used to." Dabura grinned a challenge, "Do you dare to fight him again?"
Vegita took the ticket granting him freedom to leave, "I dare."
AN: Gosh, it's been a long time since I updated, got too many pans on the fire, I guess. What really held me up was Vegita, he's such a hard character to do (for me). But he did it, he faced his demons and earned his way out. Next chapter let's see how the boys are getting along.
PS- I write between the lines (that means inference). Reread the last paragraph of the last chapter carefully. Again, thanx for the reviews, they're precious. (My precious, mine)