Chapter 6
Vegeta walked into the room and he was no longer holding Bulma's hand. In fact, he wasn't even in the cavern anymore. He seemed to be in hospital.
"Sir. Sir, you must go back to your room. You are not supposed to leave your bed, let alone your room," a nurse said to him and took his hand, leading him to the nearest room.
Why was he in the hospital? And why was he feeling so weak and frail?
"Why am I in the hospital?" he asked. He then suddenly fell to the floor.
"Oh sir, don't you remember? You have a crippling disease. I forgot you shouldn't be walking. Here, sit in this wheelchair."
"No, I don't need any damn wheelchair," he said, getting up again, but he lost his strength and fell again.
When the nurse helped him up he saw his legs and arms and was disgusted at himself for letting them get so weak and frail, losing the rippling muscles he once had.
"What is that smell?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Your food. Don't worry, soon you won't even be able to eat that. In a few weeks you will have to be fed through IV."
IV! Vegeta almost panicked. What was this nightmare?!
As they entered the room, Vegeta caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
"Fuck."
"What sir? Are you in pain? Should I give you more morphine?"
Vegeta didn't answer. He was in shock. His usually foot high hair was gone, and in its place was a plain white bald scalp. His usually strong look and air were gone, replaced by a look of sickness and weakness. How could he, the most wanted guy on campus have gone from what he was to the man in the mirror?
"Sir?"
"I..I" Vegeta was speechless
The nurse helped him into his bed and then he just lay there, shivering. The nurse had to explain to him again what was ailing him, and now all he could think of how he could have it. It made him unable to do pretty much anything, and he was told that in a few weeks, he would be nothing more than simply a brain in an empty jar. Unable to speak, walk, or move at all.
"What is this hell?" he whispered to himself.
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Marron walked into the cavern and found herself sitting down. In a church, surrounded by people. Everyone was silent and looking at her.
"Where am I?" she asked, not to anyone in particular.
"Oh, the poor dear," she heard a voice say, sympathy heavy in it. "She is so overcome with grief that she must not realise or remember she is at the funeral.
Grief? And why was she at a funeral. It would explain the most ugly black dress in the world that she was wearing. It didn't accent her figure a bit. But whose funeral was it? was the big question in her mind.
"You may now come and look at the bodies."
Bodies?
Marron followed the rest of the people to the front, and when she got there, she looked in the coffin.
Inside were a woman and a man. The woman was tall with short blonde hair. Marron was sure that if her eyes had been open, they would be blue. The man on the other hand, was short with black hair, matching his eyes. Marron knew of the muscles under his suit.
"Momma! Papa!" she cried. Now she knew. She hadn't spent the last two days in another dimension with those people. It was a dream she had thought up when her parents had died.
She sunk to her knees in front of the coffin and cried.
"No," she whispered between sobs. "No."
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Trunks walked in to an abandoned field. He was alone and cold.
"Where is everybody?" he asked aloud.
"Noooo!" he heard someone shout in the distance.
Instinctively he ran towards the voice and when he reached the source he didn't like what he saw.
It was another field, like the one he had been on before, but a lot less pleasant. Instead of a stream of bubbling water and puddles here and there it was covered in blood. The grass was brown instead of green, like that of a battlefield's. It was also covered with bodies, the bodies of people Trunks had known. His mother, father, family, all of his friends and loved ones, lying there, dead, none of them without dismemberment or deception.
There were only three people alive. Bulma, Vegeta, and Marron.
"Ahhh!" came another scream. It had come from Marron.
"Can't run. Can't hide," came a taughting voice from above. Trunks looked up and saw it, the most ugly creature one could see. It had brown scaly skin, and a body like a lizards, but instead of arms and legs, there were six slimy tentacles. The words came from a
mouth that was but a slit, and the eyes mere gouges above it.
In one swift movement the creature grabbed at Vegeta and in the same motion, tore off all of his limbs, leaving just a head and body to fall. Blood spurted everywhere, reaching Trunks and splashing onto his skin.
"Vegeta! NO!" Bulma cried, and ran to catch Vegeta's falling body.
Trunks saw the danger she was in and tried to catch and pull her back, but he was frozen in place.
"You next, little girl," the creature hissed, and grabbed at Bulma. She didn't even have a chance to scream. The creature grabbed her so quickly, and every limb from her body, including her head.
Marron screamed again, and tried to run, but the creature was too fast. He grabbed her and held her up in front of his foul face.
"I can't wait. All this killing has made me hungry," and it sunk it's fangs into her heart. Marron was still alive and screamed and screamed. It broke Trunks' heart to watch, and when it was done with her, it dropped her to the ground, still alive. He wanted to run to her, to help her. But he couldn't and he cried and cried.
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Bulma just kept walking. After she had walked into the room and found herself alone, she just walked through the door nearest to her. She wished she hadn't. And now she was here.
The smell of faeces clung to her clothes. Dung, urine, vomit, blood, all of these assaulted her delicate nose. Her stomach heaved and she violently added to the mess on the floor. She was thankful for the bliss of darkness. Before her the light had failed her, her
eyes had been attacked with blood and gore, the undead corpses still moving. The sight was enough to render someone incapable of speech for the rest of his mortal years. There were bodies with their heads hanging from a single bloodied shred of flesh, the pain that had killed them still lingering in their eyes. Bodies that could never have been human in their stage of living the deformities to great to even imagine what they looked like then, what species unidentifiable. Her stomach heaved again, dryly though this time for the last
six, seven times had emptied her stomach of it's contents for all time, for even in the blissful blackness she kept her hateful sense of smell and imagination.
A sickening crunch was heard beneath her foot, and then a splatter of blood. She could feel it seeping through the bottom of her pants, soaking her legs, and dripping off, splashing to the floor once again. As her hands hit the far wall, she could feel them slipping around on the blood. Forcing herself not to gag she slowly found her way to a staircase, feeling along the blood-soaked wall, occasionally hitting something that was far too solid and mushy to be blood, her mind imagined a organ of some kind, thrown against the wall with such force that not even time would make it slither down the wall.
Whatever organ it was, it was always dry for all the blood was in a puddle on the floor.
She eventually found the opening to the stairway and made her way up the stairs, still stepping on bones and blood and various organs. Oh God, she thought, please let there not be another level of this. She felt something wet hit the top of her head as she entered
the next level, this one cursed with the gift of light again. She felt the top of her head and when she brought her hands down with them was a human heart. It was still beating blood, each sickening beat pouring samples of blood onto her once white shirt. The horrible wetness in her hands was too much, she had to look up and see the owner of the organ. She looked and saw a man, a gash across his chest that was slowing emptying it of all the
precious plasma and the organs he needed to survive. Now that he was missing the one thing he needed to survive, he took one last breath, a sound that would haunt her unholy dreams for the rest of her life. It was a wet, sickening breath of the damned. She couldn't help it. She screamed. And she ran. She ran until she hit the wall. And was knocked out cold. Just another body in the sea of bodies. Her blood, trickling just slowly out of the minuscule cut on her forehead mixing and combining with the other body fluids of the floor.
(A/N)
Ya like? I should of had a warning at the front about that there was some gore and stuff in this one, but I forgot. And before anyone asks "How is this happening?" WAIT FOR THE NEXT GOD DAMN CHAPTER!
That is all.
Beth
Vegeta walked into the room and he was no longer holding Bulma's hand. In fact, he wasn't even in the cavern anymore. He seemed to be in hospital.
"Sir. Sir, you must go back to your room. You are not supposed to leave your bed, let alone your room," a nurse said to him and took his hand, leading him to the nearest room.
Why was he in the hospital? And why was he feeling so weak and frail?
"Why am I in the hospital?" he asked. He then suddenly fell to the floor.
"Oh sir, don't you remember? You have a crippling disease. I forgot you shouldn't be walking. Here, sit in this wheelchair."
"No, I don't need any damn wheelchair," he said, getting up again, but he lost his strength and fell again.
When the nurse helped him up he saw his legs and arms and was disgusted at himself for letting them get so weak and frail, losing the rippling muscles he once had.
"What is that smell?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Your food. Don't worry, soon you won't even be able to eat that. In a few weeks you will have to be fed through IV."
IV! Vegeta almost panicked. What was this nightmare?!
As they entered the room, Vegeta caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
"Fuck."
"What sir? Are you in pain? Should I give you more morphine?"
Vegeta didn't answer. He was in shock. His usually foot high hair was gone, and in its place was a plain white bald scalp. His usually strong look and air were gone, replaced by a look of sickness and weakness. How could he, the most wanted guy on campus have gone from what he was to the man in the mirror?
"Sir?"
"I..I" Vegeta was speechless
The nurse helped him into his bed and then he just lay there, shivering. The nurse had to explain to him again what was ailing him, and now all he could think of how he could have it. It made him unable to do pretty much anything, and he was told that in a few weeks, he would be nothing more than simply a brain in an empty jar. Unable to speak, walk, or move at all.
"What is this hell?" he whispered to himself.
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Marron walked into the cavern and found herself sitting down. In a church, surrounded by people. Everyone was silent and looking at her.
"Where am I?" she asked, not to anyone in particular.
"Oh, the poor dear," she heard a voice say, sympathy heavy in it. "She is so overcome with grief that she must not realise or remember she is at the funeral.
Grief? And why was she at a funeral. It would explain the most ugly black dress in the world that she was wearing. It didn't accent her figure a bit. But whose funeral was it? was the big question in her mind.
"You may now come and look at the bodies."
Bodies?
Marron followed the rest of the people to the front, and when she got there, she looked in the coffin.
Inside were a woman and a man. The woman was tall with short blonde hair. Marron was sure that if her eyes had been open, they would be blue. The man on the other hand, was short with black hair, matching his eyes. Marron knew of the muscles under his suit.
"Momma! Papa!" she cried. Now she knew. She hadn't spent the last two days in another dimension with those people. It was a dream she had thought up when her parents had died.
She sunk to her knees in front of the coffin and cried.
"No," she whispered between sobs. "No."
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Trunks walked in to an abandoned field. He was alone and cold.
"Where is everybody?" he asked aloud.
"Noooo!" he heard someone shout in the distance.
Instinctively he ran towards the voice and when he reached the source he didn't like what he saw.
It was another field, like the one he had been on before, but a lot less pleasant. Instead of a stream of bubbling water and puddles here and there it was covered in blood. The grass was brown instead of green, like that of a battlefield's. It was also covered with bodies, the bodies of people Trunks had known. His mother, father, family, all of his friends and loved ones, lying there, dead, none of them without dismemberment or deception.
There were only three people alive. Bulma, Vegeta, and Marron.
"Ahhh!" came another scream. It had come from Marron.
"Can't run. Can't hide," came a taughting voice from above. Trunks looked up and saw it, the most ugly creature one could see. It had brown scaly skin, and a body like a lizards, but instead of arms and legs, there were six slimy tentacles. The words came from a
mouth that was but a slit, and the eyes mere gouges above it.
In one swift movement the creature grabbed at Vegeta and in the same motion, tore off all of his limbs, leaving just a head and body to fall. Blood spurted everywhere, reaching Trunks and splashing onto his skin.
"Vegeta! NO!" Bulma cried, and ran to catch Vegeta's falling body.
Trunks saw the danger she was in and tried to catch and pull her back, but he was frozen in place.
"You next, little girl," the creature hissed, and grabbed at Bulma. She didn't even have a chance to scream. The creature grabbed her so quickly, and every limb from her body, including her head.
Marron screamed again, and tried to run, but the creature was too fast. He grabbed her and held her up in front of his foul face.
"I can't wait. All this killing has made me hungry," and it sunk it's fangs into her heart. Marron was still alive and screamed and screamed. It broke Trunks' heart to watch, and when it was done with her, it dropped her to the ground, still alive. He wanted to run to her, to help her. But he couldn't and he cried and cried.
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Bulma just kept walking. After she had walked into the room and found herself alone, she just walked through the door nearest to her. She wished she hadn't. And now she was here.
The smell of faeces clung to her clothes. Dung, urine, vomit, blood, all of these assaulted her delicate nose. Her stomach heaved and she violently added to the mess on the floor. She was thankful for the bliss of darkness. Before her the light had failed her, her
eyes had been attacked with blood and gore, the undead corpses still moving. The sight was enough to render someone incapable of speech for the rest of his mortal years. There were bodies with their heads hanging from a single bloodied shred of flesh, the pain that had killed them still lingering in their eyes. Bodies that could never have been human in their stage of living the deformities to great to even imagine what they looked like then, what species unidentifiable. Her stomach heaved again, dryly though this time for the last
six, seven times had emptied her stomach of it's contents for all time, for even in the blissful blackness she kept her hateful sense of smell and imagination.
A sickening crunch was heard beneath her foot, and then a splatter of blood. She could feel it seeping through the bottom of her pants, soaking her legs, and dripping off, splashing to the floor once again. As her hands hit the far wall, she could feel them slipping around on the blood. Forcing herself not to gag she slowly found her way to a staircase, feeling along the blood-soaked wall, occasionally hitting something that was far too solid and mushy to be blood, her mind imagined a organ of some kind, thrown against the wall with such force that not even time would make it slither down the wall.
Whatever organ it was, it was always dry for all the blood was in a puddle on the floor.
She eventually found the opening to the stairway and made her way up the stairs, still stepping on bones and blood and various organs. Oh God, she thought, please let there not be another level of this. She felt something wet hit the top of her head as she entered
the next level, this one cursed with the gift of light again. She felt the top of her head and when she brought her hands down with them was a human heart. It was still beating blood, each sickening beat pouring samples of blood onto her once white shirt. The horrible wetness in her hands was too much, she had to look up and see the owner of the organ. She looked and saw a man, a gash across his chest that was slowing emptying it of all the
precious plasma and the organs he needed to survive. Now that he was missing the one thing he needed to survive, he took one last breath, a sound that would haunt her unholy dreams for the rest of her life. It was a wet, sickening breath of the damned. She couldn't help it. She screamed. And she ran. She ran until she hit the wall. And was knocked out cold. Just another body in the sea of bodies. Her blood, trickling just slowly out of the minuscule cut on her forehead mixing and combining with the other body fluids of the floor.
(A/N)
Ya like? I should of had a warning at the front about that there was some gore and stuff in this one, but I forgot. And before anyone asks "How is this happening?" WAIT FOR THE NEXT GOD DAMN CHAPTER!
That is all.
Beth