Build A Bridge
By The Antichrist Superstar
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. I don't own The Song "Build A Bridge" By Limp Bizkit either. They're both properties for their respective owners.
Ch. 1: With Nothing To Live For
He laid himself out on the king-size bed in his confinement called a room. Staring into the blackness of space through a huge window, Vegeta though again about how it could have been if his planet hadn't been demolished.
Memories of his father and himself sparing, his mother's caring words before he went to sleep, people waiting on hand and foot to meet any wish he may have desired. He had it going great back then, but now it all just seemed so far away.
Frieza was now in charge. He ruled SOME of the vast universe with an iron fist. Taking charge of weak planets. In slaving different races to do the dirty work he couldn't. But what was all it's use? He was just going to do the same thing he did with the Saiyans, once they nearly rose above him, he'd kill them off before they even knew what in the hell happened.
Vegeta got up and looked to his left. There on the nightstand next to his bed he saw the one thing that would end his life within an instant, a razor sharp dagger. Before picking it up and slitting his wrist (yet again), Vegeta removed his ivory colored leather glove. 'Should I attempt this again?' thought Vegeta to himself. 'It's just going to end up like the last time I try to do it,'
Flashback sequence
Enshrouded in a pool of warm-cool liquid, Vegeta sat in one of the many regenerate tanks. He could feel the evil stares of many observing his weakened state. He couldn't really see anything, but he could hear the people (well not people, freaks) talking. "What an imbecile. How could he do such a thing? With all he has now. Why would he want to kill himself?" Vegeta could recognize Nappa's voice coming from outside the tank. "I'll tell you why he wanted to kill himself, he's a weakling. He can't handle the pressure of being under my control. He wants all the power and glory for himself. Stupid monkey. Still the same way you were when you were a child. You always want want want. Well guess what? I'm not going to let you have anything. If you want anything you'll do it yourself. I won't let you die either. I'm going to keep you alive so I can make your life a living hell. Ahahahahaha!" Frieza's laugh could be heard, even with him leaving through the metal doors.
End Of Flashback
Vegeta sighed and put the dagger back on the nightstand. There was no point to suicide. He'd just be discovered, put in the regenerate tank and restored back to health. "Damn you Frieza. Damn you and your band of incompetents. I swear one of these day's I will rise above you and make you die a horrible death". A single teardrop fell off the prince's cheek.
R&R. Hope you like it!
The Antichrist Superstar
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. I don't own The Song "Build A Bridge" By Limp Bizkit either. They're both properties for their respective owners.
Ch. 1: With Nothing To Live For
He laid himself out on the king-size bed in his confinement called a room. Staring into the blackness of space through a huge window, Vegeta though again about how it could have been if his planet hadn't been demolished.
Memories of his father and himself sparing, his mother's caring words before he went to sleep, people waiting on hand and foot to meet any wish he may have desired. He had it going great back then, but now it all just seemed so far away.
Frieza was now in charge. He ruled SOME of the vast universe with an iron fist. Taking charge of weak planets. In slaving different races to do the dirty work he couldn't. But what was all it's use? He was just going to do the same thing he did with the Saiyans, once they nearly rose above him, he'd kill them off before they even knew what in the hell happened.
Vegeta got up and looked to his left. There on the nightstand next to his bed he saw the one thing that would end his life within an instant, a razor sharp dagger. Before picking it up and slitting his wrist (yet again), Vegeta removed his ivory colored leather glove. 'Should I attempt this again?' thought Vegeta to himself. 'It's just going to end up like the last time I try to do it,'
Flashback sequence
Enshrouded in a pool of warm-cool liquid, Vegeta sat in one of the many regenerate tanks. He could feel the evil stares of many observing his weakened state. He couldn't really see anything, but he could hear the people (well not people, freaks) talking. "What an imbecile. How could he do such a thing? With all he has now. Why would he want to kill himself?" Vegeta could recognize Nappa's voice coming from outside the tank. "I'll tell you why he wanted to kill himself, he's a weakling. He can't handle the pressure of being under my control. He wants all the power and glory for himself. Stupid monkey. Still the same way you were when you were a child. You always want want want. Well guess what? I'm not going to let you have anything. If you want anything you'll do it yourself. I won't let you die either. I'm going to keep you alive so I can make your life a living hell. Ahahahahaha!" Frieza's laugh could be heard, even with him leaving through the metal doors.
End Of Flashback
Vegeta sighed and put the dagger back on the nightstand. There was no point to suicide. He'd just be discovered, put in the regenerate tank and restored back to health. "Damn you Frieza. Damn you and your band of incompetents. I swear one of these day's I will rise above you and make you die a horrible death". A single teardrop fell off the prince's cheek.
R&R. Hope you like it!
The Antichrist Superstar