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believe this has broken 1000, it's a dream come true! To answer the most
prevalent question (again) the senshi, both inners and outers, will be
making an eventual appearance. Just be patient, it's sooner than you think.
Please check out my newest fic, "Cold Day in July." It's only a one shot, it wouldn't take too long, and it's about everyone's favorite lavender haired wonder. Besides, it's in desperate need of reviews. You can find it in the DBZ section, or just go to my profile. Thanks.
I own nothing.
The king jerked awake at the sound of his bedroom door being violently slammed open, and sat up to stare at the dark, shadowed figure outlined in the doorway, the light at his back. It was impossible to make out any distinguishable features, but the aura of sheer malevolence emitting from the figure was nearly palpable.
He didn't wonder at where his guards were. He had them, of course, but his line wasn't the ruling family of Vegetasei for no reason. He almost pitied whoever this fool was who would dare to attack the king in his own bedchambers.
He began to rise, but froze as a dark voice spoke.
"Don't move."
"Vegeta? What is the meaning of this, brat?"
"I have come to inform you, father, that you need to call off your assassins." He stated coldly. It was almost an order. "My mate and I have just returned from the rooms of the royal holy man where we have gone through the ancient ritual of soul binding."
The king was momentarily stunned. "You lie."
"I do not." Yellow light and power flared around the Prince, illuminating his face, twisted into a vicious scowl. He and his friends from earth claimed the yellow power was proof of the transformation to the legendary level of the Super Saiyan, but the king doubted it. Just because their scouters exploded every time they tried to measure their power in that form didn't mean they were Super Saiyans.
Still, the Prince's power had far surpassed the King's own.
"You dare to confront me in my own chambers, brat?" The king roared angrily, attempting to distract himself from the danger he knew he was in. "I am the King of all Saiyans, you have no right to question me!"
Prince Vegeta smirked suddenly, and it was a fearful sight. "Kill her if you want, and see what happens. You will have killed the non-Saiyan threat, and the Prince of all Saiyans. We are bound, whether you like it or not. Whatever harms her will harm me as well. Are you willing to take that kind of risk?" As several moments went by without comment from his father, Vegeta's smirk became triumphant. He turned to leave, then paused. "Oh. And I noticed you refrained from attempting to harm my brats. That was wise of you, for surely you know I would tear out your liver for such an offense. I assume your reasoning was that you could not murder one with royal Saiyan blood.just keep in mind that my mate now hold part of my spirit, and thus part of our proud, ancient race. We'll be leaving this planet as soon as possible."
And then he was gone. The king realized he was trembling quite violently, heart filled with a dread he couldn't name.
She knew she was dreaming from the very beginning, but that didn't lessen her fear. Dreams could be dangerous, and she had enough experience with them to recognize this one as a True Dream, such as the kinds she had experienced during some of the most difficult times she had experienced while acting as protector of the Earth.
She was in a dark stone corridor, dank and dim and musty. There was something frighteningly familiar about it, although she couldn't bring herself to say what it was. The darkness, the stench.it was all known to her.
She realized as her wings brushed the wall that she was in her other form, the one that she had acquired as, as she saw it, reward for her years of pain. Looking down at her arms, she found them milky white and without scar and without checking, she knew she was dressed in all white, her hair completely silver. She folded her wings around herself like a regal cape and began to walk down the corridor, high-heeled boots making no sound. She heard voices from somewhere ahead of her, and somewhere behind there was screaming. She would have turned, but something prevented her, and the screaming stopped abruptly, sickeningly.
She reached an iron doorway, locked tightly and securely. The voices came from the other side, although she knew that, had she been awake, she wouldn't be able to hear them through the thick door.
She touched it lightly with two slim fingers, and was wondering how she could get inside when the world around her.shifted.and she was on the other side of the door.
She knew the room she stood in. It was a small cell, cold and dark and dirty; a place where things worse than the darkest nightmares took place. She had spent many years in that room. She half expected to look and se a ragged, bleeding blonde huddled in a corner, but when she looked, that wasn't what she saw at all.
There were three girls, crouched together for warmth or protection or both, their ragged, dirty clothing in muted shades of blue, orange, and green. Clothing she recognized, clothing she knew well.
"She's been gone longer than usual this time." The one in orange shuddered, voice on the edge of breaking.
"Don't talk like that, Mina-chan." The one in green snapped.
The one in blue merely looked at them both, half-heartedly nursing a wound on her arm. Her eyes once sparked with life and intelligence, but now they were dull, lifeless, and defeated.
"Minna." Usagi whispered. They showed no reaction. She raised her voice. "Ami-chan, Mako-chan, Mina-chan. It's me. It's Usagi." It was no use, they couldn't see her, couldn't hear her. She was nothing more than a phantom, a voiceless illusion in her own dream. Powerless. Helpless. She slowly sat down, back against the door, watching them carefully for any sign that they might suddenly become aware of her presence. "What happened to you, minna? How could you let him take you, too? How long have you been here?"
There was no answer.
There never would be.
Usagi sighed, making herself memorize their injuries. "I forgave you long ago, but it still hurts that you never came for me. I understood your reasons, but still felt abandoned. Unloved, uncared for. Useless. I'm happy now. Would it mean anything to you if you knew that?"
Minako took a trembling breath and reached for the dirty rag Ami held to her arm. "Let me take a look at that, Ami-chan."
The blue haired girl wrenched away like a frightened animal, curling in on herself.
"What's the use? We're all doomed, anyway." Makoto, fearless, undefeatable Makoto, sighed. "Why not just give up now? It's what we deserve."
"Don't talk that way!" Usagi snapped.
"Don't talk that way!" Minako snapped. Usagi stared gratefully as her friend forced a brave smile. "We'll get out of here somehow. We have to. We can't let him win, we have to.to."
"Shut up." Ami sighed.
Minako fell silent, but there was a spark of life in her eyes. Of strength and hope and stubborn determination. Usagi leapt to her feet. "Yes! That's it, Minako, fight it! You can win as long as you reuse to give up!"
There was the sound of keys in a lock, and Usagi turned as the door opened. The man who stood there was spotless and dignified and beautiful, especially when compared to his surroundings. A growl rose in Usagi's throat as fury rose in her heart.
"Zeke." She lunged for his throat, razor sharp feathers in each hand like ninja stars - and flew right through him. She wasn't real, it was a dream, but she couldn't cool the murderous rage filling her.
"Take that one." Zeke motioned. "The blonde." One of his servants stepped loyally passed him and, with very little struggle, grabbed Minako and dragged her from the room. She fought, but she was weak from her time in captivity, and it was no use.
"Don't give up, minna!" She shouted as the door slammed shut after them.
Usagi passed through the door, following them back into the corridor as Minako kicked and screamed and demanded to know where she was being taken, exhibiting more life than she had before, in the cell. Zeke smirked and began down the hall, motioning for his servants to follow. Minako grew very still and quiet as a kedamono wheeled a large wheelbarrow past her. She began to scream.
Everything froze.
Usagi moved past the unmoving forms, looking down into the wheelbarrow. Looking down into what remained of a dark haired girl in a red fuku.
Vegeta shook his sleeping mate a roughly as he dared, not wanting to hurt her, but desperate to wake her.
"Usagi! It's only a dream! Usagi?" He saw it all in his head, felt her horror and disgust and hurt. He despised her old friends for abandoning her, but even he was disturbed by what was in her mind. "Wake up, woman!"
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared a moment before flinging herself against him, clutching desperately and heaving great sobs.
To Be Continued
Um, I'm going to go ahead and explain this now. Ah, okay, that was just a dream of what could happen. It hasn't happened yet, understand? The binding ceremony woke up a part of Usagi that can glimpse into the future, a talent that probably never would have come into existence, otherwise. Review!
Please check out my newest fic, "Cold Day in July." It's only a one shot, it wouldn't take too long, and it's about everyone's favorite lavender haired wonder. Besides, it's in desperate need of reviews. You can find it in the DBZ section, or just go to my profile. Thanks.
I own nothing.
The king jerked awake at the sound of his bedroom door being violently slammed open, and sat up to stare at the dark, shadowed figure outlined in the doorway, the light at his back. It was impossible to make out any distinguishable features, but the aura of sheer malevolence emitting from the figure was nearly palpable.
He didn't wonder at where his guards were. He had them, of course, but his line wasn't the ruling family of Vegetasei for no reason. He almost pitied whoever this fool was who would dare to attack the king in his own bedchambers.
He began to rise, but froze as a dark voice spoke.
"Don't move."
"Vegeta? What is the meaning of this, brat?"
"I have come to inform you, father, that you need to call off your assassins." He stated coldly. It was almost an order. "My mate and I have just returned from the rooms of the royal holy man where we have gone through the ancient ritual of soul binding."
The king was momentarily stunned. "You lie."
"I do not." Yellow light and power flared around the Prince, illuminating his face, twisted into a vicious scowl. He and his friends from earth claimed the yellow power was proof of the transformation to the legendary level of the Super Saiyan, but the king doubted it. Just because their scouters exploded every time they tried to measure their power in that form didn't mean they were Super Saiyans.
Still, the Prince's power had far surpassed the King's own.
"You dare to confront me in my own chambers, brat?" The king roared angrily, attempting to distract himself from the danger he knew he was in. "I am the King of all Saiyans, you have no right to question me!"
Prince Vegeta smirked suddenly, and it was a fearful sight. "Kill her if you want, and see what happens. You will have killed the non-Saiyan threat, and the Prince of all Saiyans. We are bound, whether you like it or not. Whatever harms her will harm me as well. Are you willing to take that kind of risk?" As several moments went by without comment from his father, Vegeta's smirk became triumphant. He turned to leave, then paused. "Oh. And I noticed you refrained from attempting to harm my brats. That was wise of you, for surely you know I would tear out your liver for such an offense. I assume your reasoning was that you could not murder one with royal Saiyan blood.just keep in mind that my mate now hold part of my spirit, and thus part of our proud, ancient race. We'll be leaving this planet as soon as possible."
And then he was gone. The king realized he was trembling quite violently, heart filled with a dread he couldn't name.
She knew she was dreaming from the very beginning, but that didn't lessen her fear. Dreams could be dangerous, and she had enough experience with them to recognize this one as a True Dream, such as the kinds she had experienced during some of the most difficult times she had experienced while acting as protector of the Earth.
She was in a dark stone corridor, dank and dim and musty. There was something frighteningly familiar about it, although she couldn't bring herself to say what it was. The darkness, the stench.it was all known to her.
She realized as her wings brushed the wall that she was in her other form, the one that she had acquired as, as she saw it, reward for her years of pain. Looking down at her arms, she found them milky white and without scar and without checking, she knew she was dressed in all white, her hair completely silver. She folded her wings around herself like a regal cape and began to walk down the corridor, high-heeled boots making no sound. She heard voices from somewhere ahead of her, and somewhere behind there was screaming. She would have turned, but something prevented her, and the screaming stopped abruptly, sickeningly.
She reached an iron doorway, locked tightly and securely. The voices came from the other side, although she knew that, had she been awake, she wouldn't be able to hear them through the thick door.
She touched it lightly with two slim fingers, and was wondering how she could get inside when the world around her.shifted.and she was on the other side of the door.
She knew the room she stood in. It was a small cell, cold and dark and dirty; a place where things worse than the darkest nightmares took place. She had spent many years in that room. She half expected to look and se a ragged, bleeding blonde huddled in a corner, but when she looked, that wasn't what she saw at all.
There were three girls, crouched together for warmth or protection or both, their ragged, dirty clothing in muted shades of blue, orange, and green. Clothing she recognized, clothing she knew well.
"She's been gone longer than usual this time." The one in orange shuddered, voice on the edge of breaking.
"Don't talk like that, Mina-chan." The one in green snapped.
The one in blue merely looked at them both, half-heartedly nursing a wound on her arm. Her eyes once sparked with life and intelligence, but now they were dull, lifeless, and defeated.
"Minna." Usagi whispered. They showed no reaction. She raised her voice. "Ami-chan, Mako-chan, Mina-chan. It's me. It's Usagi." It was no use, they couldn't see her, couldn't hear her. She was nothing more than a phantom, a voiceless illusion in her own dream. Powerless. Helpless. She slowly sat down, back against the door, watching them carefully for any sign that they might suddenly become aware of her presence. "What happened to you, minna? How could you let him take you, too? How long have you been here?"
There was no answer.
There never would be.
Usagi sighed, making herself memorize their injuries. "I forgave you long ago, but it still hurts that you never came for me. I understood your reasons, but still felt abandoned. Unloved, uncared for. Useless. I'm happy now. Would it mean anything to you if you knew that?"
Minako took a trembling breath and reached for the dirty rag Ami held to her arm. "Let me take a look at that, Ami-chan."
The blue haired girl wrenched away like a frightened animal, curling in on herself.
"What's the use? We're all doomed, anyway." Makoto, fearless, undefeatable Makoto, sighed. "Why not just give up now? It's what we deserve."
"Don't talk that way!" Usagi snapped.
"Don't talk that way!" Minako snapped. Usagi stared gratefully as her friend forced a brave smile. "We'll get out of here somehow. We have to. We can't let him win, we have to.to."
"Shut up." Ami sighed.
Minako fell silent, but there was a spark of life in her eyes. Of strength and hope and stubborn determination. Usagi leapt to her feet. "Yes! That's it, Minako, fight it! You can win as long as you reuse to give up!"
There was the sound of keys in a lock, and Usagi turned as the door opened. The man who stood there was spotless and dignified and beautiful, especially when compared to his surroundings. A growl rose in Usagi's throat as fury rose in her heart.
"Zeke." She lunged for his throat, razor sharp feathers in each hand like ninja stars - and flew right through him. She wasn't real, it was a dream, but she couldn't cool the murderous rage filling her.
"Take that one." Zeke motioned. "The blonde." One of his servants stepped loyally passed him and, with very little struggle, grabbed Minako and dragged her from the room. She fought, but she was weak from her time in captivity, and it was no use.
"Don't give up, minna!" She shouted as the door slammed shut after them.
Usagi passed through the door, following them back into the corridor as Minako kicked and screamed and demanded to know where she was being taken, exhibiting more life than she had before, in the cell. Zeke smirked and began down the hall, motioning for his servants to follow. Minako grew very still and quiet as a kedamono wheeled a large wheelbarrow past her. She began to scream.
Everything froze.
Usagi moved past the unmoving forms, looking down into the wheelbarrow. Looking down into what remained of a dark haired girl in a red fuku.
Vegeta shook his sleeping mate a roughly as he dared, not wanting to hurt her, but desperate to wake her.
"Usagi! It's only a dream! Usagi?" He saw it all in his head, felt her horror and disgust and hurt. He despised her old friends for abandoning her, but even he was disturbed by what was in her mind. "Wake up, woman!"
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared a moment before flinging herself against him, clutching desperately and heaving great sobs.
To Be Continued
Um, I'm going to go ahead and explain this now. Ah, okay, that was just a dream of what could happen. It hasn't happened yet, understand? The binding ceremony woke up a part of Usagi that can glimpse into the future, a talent that probably never would have come into existence, otherwise. Review!
