DISCLAIMER:  Mysterious Torture-Person:  Say the words!!!
                       Me:  Never!!!!!! 
                       Mysterious Torture-Person *tortures some more*
                       Me: *squeals* OOOOOWWWWWWWWWW that tickles!!!  More!!
                       M T-P:  You're enjoying it??  That's no fun.  Wait!  I'll fetch 'The RACK!!'  Don't go away!  Oh that's right, you can't!  Muahaha I'm so evil.
                       Me: *yells at Torture-person who's clattering around in another room*   Ha!  I can do with a bit of spinal alignment!
                       M T-P: *cackles evilly as he emerges*  Not with THIS Rack!!!  *brandishes a dish-rack from behind his back, and some pantyhose in the other*
                       Me:  *eyes widen in terror*  No..n-n-n-nonononoo!!!  Not THE Rack!!! 
                       M T-P:  *grins under his torturers hood*  Yes, THE Rack!!  *advances closer, his oiled body gleaming.*
                       Me: *cracks under pressure*  OK, OK, I'll say the words!!  I. Don't.  Own.  DB/Z/GT.   There, can I go now?
                       M T-P:  Hmmm.  No.  *ties the dish-rack to me with the pantyhose and twists it with a menacing laugh*
                       Me:  *screams out in pain, then amidst the madman's insane laughter looks at readers and winks*  The only 'torture' is not being able to touch the torturer                                  cos my bloody hands are tied up!!  *pouts*
                       M T-P:  I love my job…!

Voices (In One's Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant

Part 1.  Chapter 4:  A Final Briefing.

…"Fourteen-thousand.... nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine................ Fifteen....thousand!!"

I lever myself up to a handstand, well, a fist-stand.  With controlled slow movement I lower myself down, my head almost touching the floor, then push up while exhaling.. later I'll probably start grunting, this exercise is quite taxing for I only use my raw strength for warm-ups, no extra energy at all.   I count in my head, for my mind has left again....

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"Planet..... Vegeta?"  Either I've got the wrong planet or-

"It was renamed." 

"When..?  And how?"  I should really have kept a closer eye on these situations.

"About 2 years ago."

"Well, no wonder I hadn't realised, it has been a long time since I personally visited that planet.  The universe isn't exactly small, you know.  How did it happen?"

"It was a routine Saiyajin raid on the Tsufurujin.  The latter were getting the upper hand because of their strength in numbers and advanced technology, however nature was not on the side of the Tsufurujin that night.  The moon was full.. buildings crumbled and heads of gigantic beasts became part of the skyline as the Saiyajin transformed.  They easily overpowered the Tsufurujin and took over the planet, naming it after the one who lead the attack, who also became their king shortly after.  As well as claiming the planet, they utilised the Tsufuru technology, and what they didn't have they acquired in exchange for odd jobs as planet brokers for whoever would hire them.  Currently, they are under the thumb of one Frieza.  Perhaps your memory recalls him?"

"'It', you mean, and yes, IT is quite a pest.  Is that what it's doing now?  Ahh.. it was such a sadistic child.. pulling the wings and legs off flying insects and burning them with its eye-lasers.  Who would have thought it'd become a galactic overlord?"  That messy little Frieza, I've cleaned up a lot of waste it's left behind...

"He.. - It -  has its sights set on the universe, are you aware of that?"  She braced herself for the unpredictability of my response that my universe may be under threat, which of course it wasn't... the effeminate lizard-"boy" really had no idea how hard it is to conquer infinity.

"Your joking right?"  There was no give-away crinkle of a smile, her face was solemn, and then shocked as I threw my head back and laughed.  Not a happy jolly laugh; an evil 'as if THATS ever going to happen' laugh, like a poverty-stricken father who thinks his kid's going to amount to nothing, and that same kid trying to tell him that when he grows up he's going to be famous and make lots of money.  If that kid was Frieza, it'd be floating through space in a cardboard box munching out on jettisoned waste if I had my way.  Nice thought... but it amused me, like watching an annoying yet addictive soap opera..

"So what's your deal with the Saiyajin then?  Obviously there's something if you decided to choose me to be one.  Something other than what you've already mentioned, perhaps."   I asked her, shaking myself out of the short reverie, and trying to clamp down on her moment of vagueness, wanting to know what she was hiding.

"If I were able to choose my re-incarnation, it would be as a Saiyajin." she said, deliberately not listening to me.  Her answer was not the one I wanted.  I was certain she was skirting the issue.  I don't blame her wishes... but needless to say, I gave her a questioning look. 

I had almost given up mouthing off at her, it was a pointless waste of energy.   My mannerisms were still cold, but in my terms I wasn't going too hard on her in the acid department.  And besides, I wanted to know what she wouldn't tell me before... to see if I could manipulate her into divulging it.

"This was the next best thing I could come up with.. restablish a connection with the universal entity who had at least heard of them... and one I had been out of touch with for such a long time.  I didn't know how long it was going to take me.  Luckily I found you then, eh?"

"YOU are lucky I am becoming sick of hibernating, and want some fun, or I might not have complied." I replied huffily.  "This is not an invitation to get chummy with me."   I crossed my arms, and did something I hadn't done in all our time together.  I turned my back on her to glower into the infinite white of my Internal Universe.  I turned my head a little and looked out of the corner of my eye to see if she had gone, but she was still there.. inspecting her nails for dirt, I observed.   I didn't turn back around after that.  Until...

"You have no idea just how much fun do you?" She blurted out.  "You think you're alone in this?  That you're the only immortal on this plain?  Well, I hate to tell you this, but you won't be for much longer!!."

"WHAAAAAATT???" A/N: replace with NANI???? if you so choose  I spun around, the fire inside me heating up a portion, anger fuelling it.  I had not noticed any real change, but by the stunned look on her face, she had.

"Woah... it looks even more impressive when I'm looking at it for real... I could have never imagined..."

"What are you talking about now??"  I am aware that her form is wavering in front of my vision.

"Your ki... such power.... wow...!  Nowhere near your maximum... I'm blown away!.. Never have I seen-"

"My What?"  I'd always had energy.. it came with having the advantage that time was not against me, so I could at liberty take the years to master it.   I just wasn't familiar with the term she was using so I was somewhat puzzled.

"Fire.. white fire.. burning around you.. can't you see it?" 

I'm causing the very air to waver?  OK, sure.. as I mentioned before, I wasn't a stranger to energy manipulation and suchlike... but this was something I'd never encountered personally, a visible angry flame flaring up in response to her recent remark.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, alien woman." I stated coldly.

"Umm.. sure thing.  Well, ki is-"  I silenced her with a wave of my hand.

"THAT can wait.  I'm interested in what you were saying earlier... that I'm not the only immortal?? How is this so?"  Since she was on the back foot, I reckoned I could pull this off and extract the information.  Being reminded of this increased the raging inside and before me everything became faintly tinged with blue.   Her face grew a few shades lighter.

"It.. it.. won't happen for at least another 30 odd years... your time." 

"30 years is really nothing to me.  I do want to sleep for a little while longer, although there is no point now I have a reason to wake.  How will I know this immortal? Aren't you going to describe them or something?"  I felt detached from my voice... a similar feeling to consciously noticing that one is talking in ones sleep.

"It's time for you to awaken, and for me to depart... I cannot tell you much more... except that he too, is Saiyajin.... and it is you who is fated to make him immortal... how's that for irony.." She paled under the blaze of my obsidian optical daggers.  That rhetoric was nothing but a fatal attempt at humour, which I was not in the least in the mood for.  

"Umm... I have to go now,  I won't be far away for we are psychically connected.." were her last words for now, but I was deafened by the "WHAT??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"  emanating from deep within.  Through eyes almost impaired by blind rage I watched as my Internal Universe broke down around me, and I was jolted awake by that very same "nOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

I was back.  After all these millennia.  Awake again... what was I going to do?

END OF PART 1.