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As Fate Would Have It
Chapter 1
A dry gust of wind blew across the barren wasteland. All of the surrounding cliffs lay in ruined shambles, nothing more than piles of rubble. The dust had not yet completely settled, and it drifted in slowly swirling patterns. A lone figure stood amidst the destruction, battered and bloody in the middle of the ruins of the battlefield, his breathing hard and labored. He glanced momentarily at the three lifeless bodies scattered around him. Kakarot, his brat, and that annoying baldy. He was surprised that they put up such a good fight. He was loath to admit that if they had withstood a little longer, he might have had to transform and fight them as an Oozaru.
Vegeta sneered at his own weakness and turned away from his fallen enemies, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip with his glove. He'd suffered a good amount of damage, enough for a nice little swim in the Regeneration Tank. He thought back to the battle that just occurred. It was a shame that they all had to be such fools! Kakarot effortlessly defeated Nappa, and yet the idiot still didn't realize what he could have done with that potential had he just joined Vegeta! He closed his eyes in disgust, but suddenly opened them again when he heard footsteps coming from behind.
"You fool. You think I can't hear you back there?" Vegeta leisurely turned on his heel to face the fat moron who was attempting to sneak up on him, his katana held at his side by a shaking fist. He was obviously some kind of samurai. His beady little eyes grew round as saucers as little droplets of sweat slowly inched their way down his face. Vegeta snickered inwardly. Might as well humor him.
"Heh, you're a sneaky one. That's what I like about you. What do you say?" He cocked his head slightly to one side. "Join me." The bastard nearly choked on his own tongue.
"Are you crazy?! You'd just kill me like you did that other guy! No way!"
At the mention of his fallen comrade's death, Vegeta's fists clenched tightly as he turned his head away. He might have not really cared much for the monstrous Saiyan, but you had to have something there for the man who had watched over you since the moment you were born.
"Nappa was a proud warrior. He died an honorable death." He was honest in his little monologue. Vegeta saved Nappa the dishonor of being killed by that third class weakling. He carried it out himself as his superior. These Earthlings couldn't seem to understand that concept and instead called him some kind of barbarian for it. His ki began to flare around him, burning brighter as his rage grew. His scowl deepened as his power skyrocketed, sending Yajirobe back a few steps. "He died a warrior's death. He was a Saiyan!"
He was tired of always losing something, whether it was his pride, his honor, or his partner. Then it hit him. He was the last of his kind. Radditz, Nappa, and now even Kakarott and his brat. They were all gone. He was the only remaining Saiyan. He was all alone, the last left to carry on the legacy of his species. His ki fluctuated a little, flickering around him. His hand suddenly shot out and clamped around whatever neck that fat fool had, sending a barely suppressed "Eep!" from the terrified Yajirobe.
"You. The Namek is dead, so you'd better be able to tell me where I can find those wish-granting spheres. If not, you can join him."
Vegeta raised his free hand palm-forward and created a ball of ki dangerously close to Yajirobe's head. Desperately stuttering for anything to say that might give him at least a few more minutes of life, Yajirobe gasped out.
"Wait! There's one. that smart chick. the one with the blue hair! She's the one that they always went to when they needed to find the Dragonballs! Y-yeah! She ca-."
The grip around his throat tightened as Vegeta voiced his growing impatience with the fool. "What is her name?" he hissed. He would dispose of the fool as soon as he got his information.
"I-I don't really think it matters. I heard that i-if Piccolo is killed, the Dragonballs become inert. They turn to stone and stop granting wish." That was the last thing that came from Yajirobe's lips as his head rolled on the ground, suddenly detached from his body.
"Bah. This was a waste of my time. What the hell's the use of searching for the girl if the Dragonballs no longer work?" Vegeta reached into his armor and pulled out a tiny remote control. Pressing a short command on the item, he tossed it to the ground and leaned against a boulder. Breathing deeply, he began searching the surrounding area for his scouter, the one he had carelessly tossed aside before the battle had begun. Spotting it a few yards to his right, he slowly lifted himself up and made the short journey towards the little appliance. Once he reached it, he picked it up and put it on over his ear, fiddling around with some of the controls just to be sure that it was still in working order. Satisfied with his scouter, he looked up into the sky, searching for his pod. What the hell was taking the damn thing so long to get there?
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"Master Roshi? Can you sense anyone anymore?"
The group in the aircar was growing impatient. Bulma had asked Roshi to take the wheel as she worked on repairing the old scouter, since it had short-circuited shortly into the fight.
"I'm afraid not. I have no idea what's going on there anymore." Everyone was growing restless, and the news wasn't helping at all. Chi Chi was tightly gripping the armrest of her seat, the uneasiness refusing to allow her to relax in any way. Her little Gohan was down there, and if anything had happened to him, there would be Hell to pay. She glanced over at Bulma, who continued to tweak around with the little circuits in the scouter. She had a lens of some sort over her eye, and what looked like a pair of everyday eyebrow tweezers.
"Just a little adjustment to the reception circuit here and... Voila! It works! Bulma, girl, you're such a genius," the scientist complimented to herself. She set her "tools" on the seat next to her and placed her handy- work over the left side of her face. "Now let's see what we can find." Bulma began searching for any ki signatures near the original battlefield. Upon not finding any in the immediate vicinity, she shifted her search to an area a little further to the west, hoping the direction change would give her some kind of reading.
"Roshi, where did you last sense them all?" she inquired from the old man.
The old man pointed in the general direction without a word as he too concentrated all of his senses on finding their comrades. Oolong spoke up meekly.
"Do you think they're still alive?"
"Of course they're alive you walking pile of lunchmeat! Of all people, you should know that Goku's not a pushover, and neither are the others. So just keep your trousers on and try to leave me alone!" The little pig shrunk back I his chair. Needless to say, Bulma was a little on edge. She didn't want to admit that even she was a little worried as to what they'd find once they arrived at the battlefield. Goku had been her best friend since childhood, and she couldn't bear the possibility that he'd died a second time, before she even had a chance to see him again. Glancing over towards Chi Chi, she realized how much harder it must be for her. Her husband and son were out there, and they had both been taken away before she had a chance to say goodbye. Bulma blinked hard and turned away. There was no use in thinking like that. They were all just fine, she assured herself. They'd land to find everyone celebrating the defeat of the Saiyans already, and they were all worrying over nothing. Why couldn't life just be as easy as that?
Pi piiiiiii
"The scouter's detecting a lifeform! Guys, someone out there's alive!" There was their first ray of hope. Now if only she could find out who it was.
A deep, accented, masculine voice came on over her scouter.
"Guess if I can't find the damned Dragonballs here, I'll have to go to the Namek's home planet. They're bound to have a set there."
That sure as hell didn't sound like Krillin to her.
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Well, kids, there it is! The first chapter to my first fanfic. Lots of you might know me as the reviewer "Saiyantamer". Well, after over one and a half years of reading and reviewing, I finally decided to give a shot at writing my own story. I tried to come up with a relatively original idea. After all, I haven't seen any stories out there with my exact plotline. If anyone out there has, I apologize greatly, but that won't stop me from continuing this story.
I owe a BIG thanks to Stef-chan for inspiring me to finally start writing! If any of you haven't already, go read her stories!
Well, I'll get to updating this as soon as possible. Leave lots of reviews if you enjoyed it! And if you didn't. Well, let's just keep that our little secret! ^__^
As Fate Would Have It
Chapter 1
A dry gust of wind blew across the barren wasteland. All of the surrounding cliffs lay in ruined shambles, nothing more than piles of rubble. The dust had not yet completely settled, and it drifted in slowly swirling patterns. A lone figure stood amidst the destruction, battered and bloody in the middle of the ruins of the battlefield, his breathing hard and labored. He glanced momentarily at the three lifeless bodies scattered around him. Kakarot, his brat, and that annoying baldy. He was surprised that they put up such a good fight. He was loath to admit that if they had withstood a little longer, he might have had to transform and fight them as an Oozaru.
Vegeta sneered at his own weakness and turned away from his fallen enemies, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip with his glove. He'd suffered a good amount of damage, enough for a nice little swim in the Regeneration Tank. He thought back to the battle that just occurred. It was a shame that they all had to be such fools! Kakarot effortlessly defeated Nappa, and yet the idiot still didn't realize what he could have done with that potential had he just joined Vegeta! He closed his eyes in disgust, but suddenly opened them again when he heard footsteps coming from behind.
"You fool. You think I can't hear you back there?" Vegeta leisurely turned on his heel to face the fat moron who was attempting to sneak up on him, his katana held at his side by a shaking fist. He was obviously some kind of samurai. His beady little eyes grew round as saucers as little droplets of sweat slowly inched their way down his face. Vegeta snickered inwardly. Might as well humor him.
"Heh, you're a sneaky one. That's what I like about you. What do you say?" He cocked his head slightly to one side. "Join me." The bastard nearly choked on his own tongue.
"Are you crazy?! You'd just kill me like you did that other guy! No way!"
At the mention of his fallen comrade's death, Vegeta's fists clenched tightly as he turned his head away. He might have not really cared much for the monstrous Saiyan, but you had to have something there for the man who had watched over you since the moment you were born.
"Nappa was a proud warrior. He died an honorable death." He was honest in his little monologue. Vegeta saved Nappa the dishonor of being killed by that third class weakling. He carried it out himself as his superior. These Earthlings couldn't seem to understand that concept and instead called him some kind of barbarian for it. His ki began to flare around him, burning brighter as his rage grew. His scowl deepened as his power skyrocketed, sending Yajirobe back a few steps. "He died a warrior's death. He was a Saiyan!"
He was tired of always losing something, whether it was his pride, his honor, or his partner. Then it hit him. He was the last of his kind. Radditz, Nappa, and now even Kakarott and his brat. They were all gone. He was the only remaining Saiyan. He was all alone, the last left to carry on the legacy of his species. His ki fluctuated a little, flickering around him. His hand suddenly shot out and clamped around whatever neck that fat fool had, sending a barely suppressed "Eep!" from the terrified Yajirobe.
"You. The Namek is dead, so you'd better be able to tell me where I can find those wish-granting spheres. If not, you can join him."
Vegeta raised his free hand palm-forward and created a ball of ki dangerously close to Yajirobe's head. Desperately stuttering for anything to say that might give him at least a few more minutes of life, Yajirobe gasped out.
"Wait! There's one. that smart chick. the one with the blue hair! She's the one that they always went to when they needed to find the Dragonballs! Y-yeah! She ca-."
The grip around his throat tightened as Vegeta voiced his growing impatience with the fool. "What is her name?" he hissed. He would dispose of the fool as soon as he got his information.
"I-I don't really think it matters. I heard that i-if Piccolo is killed, the Dragonballs become inert. They turn to stone and stop granting wish." That was the last thing that came from Yajirobe's lips as his head rolled on the ground, suddenly detached from his body.
"Bah. This was a waste of my time. What the hell's the use of searching for the girl if the Dragonballs no longer work?" Vegeta reached into his armor and pulled out a tiny remote control. Pressing a short command on the item, he tossed it to the ground and leaned against a boulder. Breathing deeply, he began searching the surrounding area for his scouter, the one he had carelessly tossed aside before the battle had begun. Spotting it a few yards to his right, he slowly lifted himself up and made the short journey towards the little appliance. Once he reached it, he picked it up and put it on over his ear, fiddling around with some of the controls just to be sure that it was still in working order. Satisfied with his scouter, he looked up into the sky, searching for his pod. What the hell was taking the damn thing so long to get there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Master Roshi? Can you sense anyone anymore?"
The group in the aircar was growing impatient. Bulma had asked Roshi to take the wheel as she worked on repairing the old scouter, since it had short-circuited shortly into the fight.
"I'm afraid not. I have no idea what's going on there anymore." Everyone was growing restless, and the news wasn't helping at all. Chi Chi was tightly gripping the armrest of her seat, the uneasiness refusing to allow her to relax in any way. Her little Gohan was down there, and if anything had happened to him, there would be Hell to pay. She glanced over at Bulma, who continued to tweak around with the little circuits in the scouter. She had a lens of some sort over her eye, and what looked like a pair of everyday eyebrow tweezers.
"Just a little adjustment to the reception circuit here and... Voila! It works! Bulma, girl, you're such a genius," the scientist complimented to herself. She set her "tools" on the seat next to her and placed her handy- work over the left side of her face. "Now let's see what we can find." Bulma began searching for any ki signatures near the original battlefield. Upon not finding any in the immediate vicinity, she shifted her search to an area a little further to the west, hoping the direction change would give her some kind of reading.
"Roshi, where did you last sense them all?" she inquired from the old man.
The old man pointed in the general direction without a word as he too concentrated all of his senses on finding their comrades. Oolong spoke up meekly.
"Do you think they're still alive?"
"Of course they're alive you walking pile of lunchmeat! Of all people, you should know that Goku's not a pushover, and neither are the others. So just keep your trousers on and try to leave me alone!" The little pig shrunk back I his chair. Needless to say, Bulma was a little on edge. She didn't want to admit that even she was a little worried as to what they'd find once they arrived at the battlefield. Goku had been her best friend since childhood, and she couldn't bear the possibility that he'd died a second time, before she even had a chance to see him again. Glancing over towards Chi Chi, she realized how much harder it must be for her. Her husband and son were out there, and they had both been taken away before she had a chance to say goodbye. Bulma blinked hard and turned away. There was no use in thinking like that. They were all just fine, she assured herself. They'd land to find everyone celebrating the defeat of the Saiyans already, and they were all worrying over nothing. Why couldn't life just be as easy as that?
Pi piiiiiii
"The scouter's detecting a lifeform! Guys, someone out there's alive!" There was their first ray of hope. Now if only she could find out who it was.
A deep, accented, masculine voice came on over her scouter.
"Guess if I can't find the damned Dragonballs here, I'll have to go to the Namek's home planet. They're bound to have a set there."
That sure as hell didn't sound like Krillin to her.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Well, kids, there it is! The first chapter to my first fanfic. Lots of you might know me as the reviewer "Saiyantamer". Well, after over one and a half years of reading and reviewing, I finally decided to give a shot at writing my own story. I tried to come up with a relatively original idea. After all, I haven't seen any stories out there with my exact plotline. If anyone out there has, I apologize greatly, but that won't stop me from continuing this story.
I owe a BIG thanks to Stef-chan for inspiring me to finally start writing! If any of you haven't already, go read her stories!
Well, I'll get to updating this as soon as possible. Leave lots of reviews if you enjoyed it! And if you didn't. Well, let's just keep that our little secret! ^__^