Tribulation
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She looked at the shiny new blade in her hand and grinned vacantly. Striping down in front of
mirror, she stared at her near-translucent skin. Sharp jagged cuts ran from neck to her ankles,
some long, some sharp. Some were cut deep, and some were made like little tattoos; spiraling
designs that wound themselves around her arm, coming to a stop at the center of her wrist where
her blood vassals ran. "Pretty little cuts..." She whispered. The sharp blade in her hand gleamed
and sang as she brought it to the bottom of her collarbone and pressed lightly, small droplets of
crimson appeared like teardrops, trickling down her left breast and divided between her aureoles.
She began to drag the blade across, making short deep cuts - like a staccato of lines. Trails of
crimson blood fell and continued to run down her inner left thigh, stinging her as they hit the fresh
marks made the day before. "Such a pretty red..." She sighed as she wiped the tip of her blade on
her inner right thigh, peeling away the scabs that were starting to form and she gasped at the
erotic feelings of pain and pleasure as ruby trails of blood started falling. "Mmmmm..." She
shivered before laying the blade down on her drawer and covering it up with a purple grinning
bear. Staring at the mirror before her, she wiped one hand over the newborn cuts and looked at
her hand. Without thinking, her pink tongue darted out and licked it. "Sweet..." She whispered and
almost sighed with disappointment as the droplets slowed and the wounds began to heal.
Rummaging around, she found what she was looking for and sprayed at her wounds, causing
them to close up quickly and painfully. She hissed with pleasure as she threw on an old t-shirt
and long jeans. Pressing a button on her bracelet and necklace that caused her body to shift and
take on a healthy appearance, she made her way downstairs with a smile, the vacant look in her
eyes can only be detected if you were looking closely. "Morning Mom! Dad!" She gave them both
a kiss, "Isn't Vege-head here yet? I thought he would have already broken the..."
KABAAM!
"There we go." She smirked as the door slammed and Vegeta stood there in all his glory, angry
scars ran about his chest and arms. A scowl was placed on his face and he glared at the laughing
blue-haired woman.
"Woman..." He began, stepping towards her.
"Yeah, yeah." She yawned, "I'll get to it A SAID P." She sat down and began to eat breakfast. A
growl emitted from the Saiyen Prince as he stood over her. Without looking up, she continued,
"As Soon As I Damn Please."
"You will do it now, Woman!" Vegeta growled as he grabbed her arm, his eyes narrowing when
she winced in pain. Letting go of her, he walked away. "After breakfast. I expect it done before
lunch." His stony glare was met with bored eyes.
"Get over yourself, Prince." She yawned, "I bow down to no one." She gave him an once-over,
before turning back to her breakfast. "Especially one such as you, Vegeta, Prince of Nothing."
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Ring around the rosies,
Pockets full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosies,
Pockets full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down...
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"We all fall down..." She sang in a ghostly voice as she traced the open wound with her sharp
nails. "Weeping and crying, my life falls down..." Staring at the red substance dripping
downwards, she smiled. "Pretty, pretty..." A door slams downstairs, pulling her from her trance
and she quickly pushed her hand underneath the running water, wincing slightly as the iciness
stung her.
"Woman!"
She whirled around, pushing her chin upwards in defiance, "What do you want, Vege-head?" She
asked, pulling her long-sleeve shirt downwards to cover the wound.
Vegeta frowned at her, sniffing the air, "Blood." He accused her.
"Psycho." She moved to brush past him, but he suddenly took hold of her wrist, his eyes
narrowed to small slits when he came in contact with a wet sticky substance. "Let go of me!" She
cried, her eyes showing pain and lust.
Pulling her close to him, he pushed her sleeves up, his entire body tensed when he saw the
wound. "What happened?"
"It's an old wound." She insisted, but she knew that he didn't buy it. Deep in her subconscious
mind, she was relieved that someone found out, even if it WAS Vegeta.
He released her, his eyes boring into hers. Breaking contact, she skittered off, but not before she
heard him mutter, "Don't die on me, Woman."
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This little life of mine...
I'm going to let it die...
Let it die, let it die...
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Her elbow sat on the arm of her chair and she studied her scars with indifference. On her lap was
a sharp blade. "Let it die..." She sang softly, gripping the handle. The tip of the knife touched her
arm and she traced the scars on her arm. One on top of the other, loops and squares. When she
came to the bottom, she traced them again coming up, down, up, each time pressing the blade
deeper, a glazed look over her face. Vaguely she was aware of what she was doing. Inside, she
was screaming at herself to stop, but she wasn't in possession of her body anymore. Anger
swelled up and she brought the knife up, her body tensed. Blood dripped down her arm, past her
elbow and formed a small pool at the base of her chair. Just as she was about to bring the knife
down to end her life, she was striked down, the knife knocked out of her hand.
"Damn Woman." She heard a growl before the world disappeared.
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She was swimming in a sea of blue when she woke, bubbles came up from either side of her
head, and her eyes felt as heavy as lead. When she got them open, she looked straight into a
pair of black eyes. Vegeta.
"Stupid Woman." He growled under his breath. "What were you thinking?" He had stripped her
down and for a second he was confused by her healthy looking skin and when he took off her
jewelry and her skin reverted to her normal state, he was aghast. Scars upon scars, her pale
body was filled with them. Many were made a few millimeters next to her veins and cut very
deeply too. He had almost cried when he saw them. Quickly putting her in the regeneration
chamber, he stayed there with her for days, leaving only when he needed food. Her parents,
luckily, were called away for some emergency and were spared the pain.
A loud beeping sound gave her the all clear and the water began to drain. Vegeta stood up when
she took off the oxygen mask, a large white towel in his arms. When she came out, he
immediately grabbed her and wrapped her in it, toweling her off, not a word exchanged. She
stood there when he dressed her in a white silk kimono and led her to her room. "Why?" She
finally asked when she sat down, her head tilted up to him, but her eyes unfocused.
He couldn't look at her, the scars were still there, glaring at him. "Could ask the same of you,
Woman." He retorted.
She looked down at her wrists, hundreds of scars laid there for her to see. "I was in pain." She
answered hollowly, "It helped."
Vegeta only shook his head, "Stupid Woman." He said to her, letting out a deep sigh.
She looked back up to him, "Your turn." She asked again, "Why?"
Vegeta opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He continued to stare into her empty gaze and
saw his soul. "I needed someone to fix the GR." He scowled, "Couldn't just let you die!"
She nodded, "Okay." She stood and walked over to the drawer and opened it, feeling the bottom
for her knives. Frowning slightly, she knelt down and looked up only to find it empty.
"I searched the room."
She nodded again. "Okay."
Vegeta wanted her to say something. To scream at him like she usually did. But she just knelt
there, her hands on her lap. "You're going to eat." It wasn't a request, it was a demand.
"Okay." She stood up and followed him to the stairs. When he felt her stop, he looked at her and
saw her titled gaze down the long flight of stairs. Immediately, he took her hand.
"Come on." He pulled her down, keeping a firm grip on her. Slowly, they made their way
downstairs, her movements pliable. Sitting her down on a chair, he placed a bowl of chicken soup
in front of her, "Eat." He told her, handing her a spoon.
She slowly spooned some soup into her mouth, swallowing everything whole. "I won't kill
myself." She told him as she ate, "I just needed comfort."
He remained silent as he tensely watched her, ready to stop her if she tried anything.
"We've dated for ten years. When I first saw him with another woman, I was angry and didn't
look... the knife grazed my hand." She held it up for her to see. A small white line that started just
below her index finger. "After that, every woman I seen him with, I added another scar, like a
tally. After we dated for three years, he rather be in another woman's bed than mine. He never
touched me." She said all this casually, as if one was inquiring the weather.
Vegeta didn't need to ask whom she was referring to. Yamcha always was a cheating bastard.
But why tell him?
"He broke up with me finally. He said it was my fault that drove him away. I was always moody.
Always secretive. He wanted someone who wouldn't brood so much." She blinked and in that
millisecond, something broke inside of her and when she opened her eyes, she began to cry.
"Why?!" She pushed everything off the table, the glass bowl laid shattered on the floor,
everything was shattered, much like her heart.
Vegeta flinched when she turned her gaze on him. He could see the pain in them, the anguish.
Years of tears came rushing out. "I cried oceans of crimson life for him!" She screamed, getting
up and overturning the table. "OCEANS!" Anger welled up in her, she needed release. She needed
the pain. Wildly, she looked around for something, anything. Her eyes fell upon the shattered
glass and blindly, she made her way there, but Vegeta beat her to it, grabbing onto her wrists and
pulled her to him.
"He's not worth it!" He growled as she tried to wrench free, but he held her with an iron grip. "No
man is worth that!"
Her heart sped up and she shook her head uncontrollably, "No! No! No!" She cried, "I need it! I
need the comfort! The solace!" Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks and stained the silk
kimono. "Let me go!" She screamed, attempting to bite him on the wrist. He tensed as a small
stream of scarlet appeared, small drops dripping to the floor like raindrops. She pulled away,
blood on the side of her mouth, her breathing harsh, "Let go of me." She pleaded with him, the
tears still coming, "It hurts!" She sobs, "It burns inside of me!" Her body shook from the full
impact of her released emotions. Her body tensed, whimpers escape as she tried to seal the
emotions away again, to lock them up. But the glass bottles that held them were shattered. She
couldn't retreat anymore.
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Her cries carried themselves to his room. He tried to bury his head under his pillow, clamping his
hands over his ears, reciting an ancient verse of his people, trying to drown out the screams of
pain that vibrated in his room. He would not cry. He would not allow himself to cry. Moments later,
a slave came into his room. She was dressed scantily in a translucent white and red, highlighting
her green skin. "Prince Vegeta." She bowed respectfully, "King Vegeta requests attendance in his
room." Her voice shook slightly when she heard the slight rustle of sheets as the eight-year-old
prince dressed hurriedly and followed her down the corridor to the abhorrent room of the king.
He entered the room hesitantly, flinching when he smelt the nauseating stench of blood. "Father."
He hailed respectfully, his throat constricting painfully when his eyes landed on the beaten and
bruised body of his mother on the bed. But he dare not go to her or even acknowledge her
presence. But at the same time, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the bleeding wounds on her
naked body. Open wounds were already closing painfully, forming puffy scars that would forever
be a part of her.
King Vegeta regarded his son with a calculating gaze, "You have been neglecting your studies."
He stated in a low voice, infamous for dealing out punishments. The young Vegeta did not speak,
he dare not. "As the future king of Vegeta-sei, one must be skilled in all ways of a conqueror as
well as a warrior." The king went on, "One must be cunning and resourceful," His cool voice
turned accusing, "And you have been neglecting your studies!"
"Father! I..." Vegeta didn't have any time to finish his sentence as the felt the stinging backside of
his father's hand.
"I have not given you permission to speak!" His father thundered. "Strip."
With trembling hands, Vegeta unclothed himself, revealing a small masculine body that seemed
unfitting for an eight-year-old. Scars of all varieties adorned his naked flesh; many had been an
endowment from King Vegeta himself. He braced himself for the stinging pain that was sure to
come. Not a sound escaped his mouth through his father's administrations.
Painfully he pulled on his clothes and hobbled back to his room, his father's instructions
imprinted in his mind. Collapsing on his bed, he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke, his wounds
were cleaned and his head was resting on his mother's lap. She was combing his hair, singing a
soft lullaby that he faintly recognized. "How are you, Vegeta?" She asked him, still combing his
long raven colored hair.
Vegeta twisted so that he could look at her face, "I'm fine, Mother." He told him as his hand
explored her cheek, "He hurt you again." He stated. "Why did you let him?" Vegeta had heard
rumors that his mother was the most powerful Saiyen in Vegeta-sei, the only to become the
legendary and that's the reason she was picked to become queen.
She smiled tenderly at him and shook her head, "It doesn't matter, little one." She stroked his
cheek, "You've acquired my healing skills... I'm sorry."
He sat up and looked at her with childish innocence, "Why?"
She smiled and kissed his forehead, "It's nothing, little one." Her obsidian eyes looked troubled,
but still she smiled. She stood, adjusting the folds of her white dress. Taking Vegeta's hand, she
walked through the corridors to the lower levels of the castle and headed straight into the training
grounds. "See that no one disturbs us." She ordered. "Not even the king himself."
The guards blanched at the last command, but the spark of fire from her eyes had them all
nodding. To anger the king means certain death. To anger the queen means a fate worse than
death.
"Mother, why are we here?" Vegeta asked in confusion. His mother had never trained him before.
It was forbidden by the king.
His mother had already shed her robe and started stretching. "Do you know why it was forbidden
for me to train you, Vegeta?" She asked in a serious tone.
Vegeta shook his head, frowning when his mother motioned for him to start in his own stretches.
"It was because your father was afraid of my abilities. You show great promise, having already
acquired my healing abilities, I wonder what else you have acquired." She stood up - back
straight, head high - the image of a powerful queen.
"I don't understand, Mother."
Her hard gaze softens, "I am only a half ling, Vegeta." She told him, "Half saiyen."
"Then what's the other half?" Vegeta walked to her as he beckoned.
"A mixture of ancient earthlings. Rulers of the universe." She began a series of slow intricate
movements and motioned for Vegeta to do the same. "They are the magicians, the kings, the
queens, the fighters, the educators, the healers." Her movements grew faster and faster and she
lashed out against Vegeta who barely managed to block it. She viciously attacked him and he
tried desperately to block them, but in the end, she landed a kick in his abdominal. She looked
down at him with a distant gaze, her voice harsh and biting. "As a warrior, you must never
hesitate to hurt anyone who harms you. Even if you loved them." She motioned for him to get up.
Biting back his tears, he stood and takes up a stance, but she shook her head. "Follow my
motions." Again, she launched into another series of movements, this time they were fast pace.
"Counter using the combination I showed you." She told him as she once again began to attack
him. This time, he was faster, using her momentum to throw her against the wall.
"Mother!" He cried, running to her, but she held him at bay, a smile on her lips.
"Did you see what I had just done?" She asked, referring to her attacks.
Vegeta nodded slowly. "Good. Give me your hands and close your eyes." Palm to palm, they sat
across from each other, a light glow emitting from their touching hands. Vegeta could feel his body
grow stronger, his senses heightening. But he soon senses something going wrong. A spray of
blood splattered against his face and contact was broken. His eyes flew open and he looked at his
fallen mother with horror.
"Mother?" He asked, looking for some sign.
She looked at him with a small smile. 'I love you.' She mouthed before falling into his arms,
lifeless.
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It only took a minute..
Not even a day,
For me to fall from grace,
And watched as they took you away...
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Vegeta held onto her as she cried. His own past coming back to him painfully as he remembered
his mother's death, freeing him from his father's rule. "Shh, Bulma... it'll be all right." He
whispered, stroking her hair, "Everything will be all right..."
Her sobs died down and her eyes began to close. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to her
bed, placing a small kiss on her forehead. A simple prince who witnessed his mother's downfall
so he could have the power to stand up to the Saiyen King. He knew now that a true Saiyen can
never become the legendary. Because the legendary isn't Saiyen. But it doesn't matter to him
now. All he cared about was the woman that lay in bed. Ten years of pain locked up in the recess
of her heart, now it all came tumbling out.
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I have enough faith in this story to be sure that you guys will be begging for more *Vegeta smirk*
So, I can either torture you guys for a few weeks by developing a serious case of writer's block
or I can start writing the next part right away... reviews will be a GREAT help! *hint hint*
Hehe. I decided to post this before I start the next chapter to see what you guys think. Review
please?
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Ryo Angel
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She looked at the shiny new blade in her hand and grinned vacantly. Striping down in front of
mirror, she stared at her near-translucent skin. Sharp jagged cuts ran from neck to her ankles,
some long, some sharp. Some were cut deep, and some were made like little tattoos; spiraling
designs that wound themselves around her arm, coming to a stop at the center of her wrist where
her blood vassals ran. "Pretty little cuts..." She whispered. The sharp blade in her hand gleamed
and sang as she brought it to the bottom of her collarbone and pressed lightly, small droplets of
crimson appeared like teardrops, trickling down her left breast and divided between her aureoles.
She began to drag the blade across, making short deep cuts - like a staccato of lines. Trails of
crimson blood fell and continued to run down her inner left thigh, stinging her as they hit the fresh
marks made the day before. "Such a pretty red..." She sighed as she wiped the tip of her blade on
her inner right thigh, peeling away the scabs that were starting to form and she gasped at the
erotic feelings of pain and pleasure as ruby trails of blood started falling. "Mmmmm..." She
shivered before laying the blade down on her drawer and covering it up with a purple grinning
bear. Staring at the mirror before her, she wiped one hand over the newborn cuts and looked at
her hand. Without thinking, her pink tongue darted out and licked it. "Sweet..." She whispered and
almost sighed with disappointment as the droplets slowed and the wounds began to heal.
Rummaging around, she found what she was looking for and sprayed at her wounds, causing
them to close up quickly and painfully. She hissed with pleasure as she threw on an old t-shirt
and long jeans. Pressing a button on her bracelet and necklace that caused her body to shift and
take on a healthy appearance, she made her way downstairs with a smile, the vacant look in her
eyes can only be detected if you were looking closely. "Morning Mom! Dad!" She gave them both
a kiss, "Isn't Vege-head here yet? I thought he would have already broken the..."
KABAAM!
"There we go." She smirked as the door slammed and Vegeta stood there in all his glory, angry
scars ran about his chest and arms. A scowl was placed on his face and he glared at the laughing
blue-haired woman.
"Woman..." He began, stepping towards her.
"Yeah, yeah." She yawned, "I'll get to it A SAID P." She sat down and began to eat breakfast. A
growl emitted from the Saiyen Prince as he stood over her. Without looking up, she continued,
"As Soon As I Damn Please."
"You will do it now, Woman!" Vegeta growled as he grabbed her arm, his eyes narrowing when
she winced in pain. Letting go of her, he walked away. "After breakfast. I expect it done before
lunch." His stony glare was met with bored eyes.
"Get over yourself, Prince." She yawned, "I bow down to no one." She gave him an once-over,
before turning back to her breakfast. "Especially one such as you, Vegeta, Prince of Nothing."
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Ring around the rosies,
Pockets full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosies,
Pockets full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down...
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"We all fall down..." She sang in a ghostly voice as she traced the open wound with her sharp
nails. "Weeping and crying, my life falls down..." Staring at the red substance dripping
downwards, she smiled. "Pretty, pretty..." A door slams downstairs, pulling her from her trance
and she quickly pushed her hand underneath the running water, wincing slightly as the iciness
stung her.
"Woman!"
She whirled around, pushing her chin upwards in defiance, "What do you want, Vege-head?" She
asked, pulling her long-sleeve shirt downwards to cover the wound.
Vegeta frowned at her, sniffing the air, "Blood." He accused her.
"Psycho." She moved to brush past him, but he suddenly took hold of her wrist, his eyes
narrowed to small slits when he came in contact with a wet sticky substance. "Let go of me!" She
cried, her eyes showing pain and lust.
Pulling her close to him, he pushed her sleeves up, his entire body tensed when he saw the
wound. "What happened?"
"It's an old wound." She insisted, but she knew that he didn't buy it. Deep in her subconscious
mind, she was relieved that someone found out, even if it WAS Vegeta.
He released her, his eyes boring into hers. Breaking contact, she skittered off, but not before she
heard him mutter, "Don't die on me, Woman."
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This little life of mine...
I'm going to let it die...
Let it die, let it die...
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Her elbow sat on the arm of her chair and she studied her scars with indifference. On her lap was
a sharp blade. "Let it die..." She sang softly, gripping the handle. The tip of the knife touched her
arm and she traced the scars on her arm. One on top of the other, loops and squares. When she
came to the bottom, she traced them again coming up, down, up, each time pressing the blade
deeper, a glazed look over her face. Vaguely she was aware of what she was doing. Inside, she
was screaming at herself to stop, but she wasn't in possession of her body anymore. Anger
swelled up and she brought the knife up, her body tensed. Blood dripped down her arm, past her
elbow and formed a small pool at the base of her chair. Just as she was about to bring the knife
down to end her life, she was striked down, the knife knocked out of her hand.
"Damn Woman." She heard a growl before the world disappeared.
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She was swimming in a sea of blue when she woke, bubbles came up from either side of her
head, and her eyes felt as heavy as lead. When she got them open, she looked straight into a
pair of black eyes. Vegeta.
"Stupid Woman." He growled under his breath. "What were you thinking?" He had stripped her
down and for a second he was confused by her healthy looking skin and when he took off her
jewelry and her skin reverted to her normal state, he was aghast. Scars upon scars, her pale
body was filled with them. Many were made a few millimeters next to her veins and cut very
deeply too. He had almost cried when he saw them. Quickly putting her in the regeneration
chamber, he stayed there with her for days, leaving only when he needed food. Her parents,
luckily, were called away for some emergency and were spared the pain.
A loud beeping sound gave her the all clear and the water began to drain. Vegeta stood up when
she took off the oxygen mask, a large white towel in his arms. When she came out, he
immediately grabbed her and wrapped her in it, toweling her off, not a word exchanged. She
stood there when he dressed her in a white silk kimono and led her to her room. "Why?" She
finally asked when she sat down, her head tilted up to him, but her eyes unfocused.
He couldn't look at her, the scars were still there, glaring at him. "Could ask the same of you,
Woman." He retorted.
She looked down at her wrists, hundreds of scars laid there for her to see. "I was in pain." She
answered hollowly, "It helped."
Vegeta only shook his head, "Stupid Woman." He said to her, letting out a deep sigh.
She looked back up to him, "Your turn." She asked again, "Why?"
Vegeta opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He continued to stare into her empty gaze and
saw his soul. "I needed someone to fix the GR." He scowled, "Couldn't just let you die!"
She nodded, "Okay." She stood and walked over to the drawer and opened it, feeling the bottom
for her knives. Frowning slightly, she knelt down and looked up only to find it empty.
"I searched the room."
She nodded again. "Okay."
Vegeta wanted her to say something. To scream at him like she usually did. But she just knelt
there, her hands on her lap. "You're going to eat." It wasn't a request, it was a demand.
"Okay." She stood up and followed him to the stairs. When he felt her stop, he looked at her and
saw her titled gaze down the long flight of stairs. Immediately, he took her hand.
"Come on." He pulled her down, keeping a firm grip on her. Slowly, they made their way
downstairs, her movements pliable. Sitting her down on a chair, he placed a bowl of chicken soup
in front of her, "Eat." He told her, handing her a spoon.
She slowly spooned some soup into her mouth, swallowing everything whole. "I won't kill
myself." She told him as she ate, "I just needed comfort."
He remained silent as he tensely watched her, ready to stop her if she tried anything.
"We've dated for ten years. When I first saw him with another woman, I was angry and didn't
look... the knife grazed my hand." She held it up for her to see. A small white line that started just
below her index finger. "After that, every woman I seen him with, I added another scar, like a
tally. After we dated for three years, he rather be in another woman's bed than mine. He never
touched me." She said all this casually, as if one was inquiring the weather.
Vegeta didn't need to ask whom she was referring to. Yamcha always was a cheating bastard.
But why tell him?
"He broke up with me finally. He said it was my fault that drove him away. I was always moody.
Always secretive. He wanted someone who wouldn't brood so much." She blinked and in that
millisecond, something broke inside of her and when she opened her eyes, she began to cry.
"Why?!" She pushed everything off the table, the glass bowl laid shattered on the floor,
everything was shattered, much like her heart.
Vegeta flinched when she turned her gaze on him. He could see the pain in them, the anguish.
Years of tears came rushing out. "I cried oceans of crimson life for him!" She screamed, getting
up and overturning the table. "OCEANS!" Anger welled up in her, she needed release. She needed
the pain. Wildly, she looked around for something, anything. Her eyes fell upon the shattered
glass and blindly, she made her way there, but Vegeta beat her to it, grabbing onto her wrists and
pulled her to him.
"He's not worth it!" He growled as she tried to wrench free, but he held her with an iron grip. "No
man is worth that!"
Her heart sped up and she shook her head uncontrollably, "No! No! No!" She cried, "I need it! I
need the comfort! The solace!" Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks and stained the silk
kimono. "Let me go!" She screamed, attempting to bite him on the wrist. He tensed as a small
stream of scarlet appeared, small drops dripping to the floor like raindrops. She pulled away,
blood on the side of her mouth, her breathing harsh, "Let go of me." She pleaded with him, the
tears still coming, "It hurts!" She sobs, "It burns inside of me!" Her body shook from the full
impact of her released emotions. Her body tensed, whimpers escape as she tried to seal the
emotions away again, to lock them up. But the glass bottles that held them were shattered. She
couldn't retreat anymore.
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Her cries carried themselves to his room. He tried to bury his head under his pillow, clamping his
hands over his ears, reciting an ancient verse of his people, trying to drown out the screams of
pain that vibrated in his room. He would not cry. He would not allow himself to cry. Moments later,
a slave came into his room. She was dressed scantily in a translucent white and red, highlighting
her green skin. "Prince Vegeta." She bowed respectfully, "King Vegeta requests attendance in his
room." Her voice shook slightly when she heard the slight rustle of sheets as the eight-year-old
prince dressed hurriedly and followed her down the corridor to the abhorrent room of the king.
He entered the room hesitantly, flinching when he smelt the nauseating stench of blood. "Father."
He hailed respectfully, his throat constricting painfully when his eyes landed on the beaten and
bruised body of his mother on the bed. But he dare not go to her or even acknowledge her
presence. But at the same time, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the bleeding wounds on her
naked body. Open wounds were already closing painfully, forming puffy scars that would forever
be a part of her.
King Vegeta regarded his son with a calculating gaze, "You have been neglecting your studies."
He stated in a low voice, infamous for dealing out punishments. The young Vegeta did not speak,
he dare not. "As the future king of Vegeta-sei, one must be skilled in all ways of a conqueror as
well as a warrior." The king went on, "One must be cunning and resourceful," His cool voice
turned accusing, "And you have been neglecting your studies!"
"Father! I..." Vegeta didn't have any time to finish his sentence as the felt the stinging backside of
his father's hand.
"I have not given you permission to speak!" His father thundered. "Strip."
With trembling hands, Vegeta unclothed himself, revealing a small masculine body that seemed
unfitting for an eight-year-old. Scars of all varieties adorned his naked flesh; many had been an
endowment from King Vegeta himself. He braced himself for the stinging pain that was sure to
come. Not a sound escaped his mouth through his father's administrations.
Painfully he pulled on his clothes and hobbled back to his room, his father's instructions
imprinted in his mind. Collapsing on his bed, he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke, his wounds
were cleaned and his head was resting on his mother's lap. She was combing his hair, singing a
soft lullaby that he faintly recognized. "How are you, Vegeta?" She asked him, still combing his
long raven colored hair.
Vegeta twisted so that he could look at her face, "I'm fine, Mother." He told him as his hand
explored her cheek, "He hurt you again." He stated. "Why did you let him?" Vegeta had heard
rumors that his mother was the most powerful Saiyen in Vegeta-sei, the only to become the
legendary and that's the reason she was picked to become queen.
She smiled tenderly at him and shook her head, "It doesn't matter, little one." She stroked his
cheek, "You've acquired my healing skills... I'm sorry."
He sat up and looked at her with childish innocence, "Why?"
She smiled and kissed his forehead, "It's nothing, little one." Her obsidian eyes looked troubled,
but still she smiled. She stood, adjusting the folds of her white dress. Taking Vegeta's hand, she
walked through the corridors to the lower levels of the castle and headed straight into the training
grounds. "See that no one disturbs us." She ordered. "Not even the king himself."
The guards blanched at the last command, but the spark of fire from her eyes had them all
nodding. To anger the king means certain death. To anger the queen means a fate worse than
death.
"Mother, why are we here?" Vegeta asked in confusion. His mother had never trained him before.
It was forbidden by the king.
His mother had already shed her robe and started stretching. "Do you know why it was forbidden
for me to train you, Vegeta?" She asked in a serious tone.
Vegeta shook his head, frowning when his mother motioned for him to start in his own stretches.
"It was because your father was afraid of my abilities. You show great promise, having already
acquired my healing abilities, I wonder what else you have acquired." She stood up - back
straight, head high - the image of a powerful queen.
"I don't understand, Mother."
Her hard gaze softens, "I am only a half ling, Vegeta." She told him, "Half saiyen."
"Then what's the other half?" Vegeta walked to her as he beckoned.
"A mixture of ancient earthlings. Rulers of the universe." She began a series of slow intricate
movements and motioned for Vegeta to do the same. "They are the magicians, the kings, the
queens, the fighters, the educators, the healers." Her movements grew faster and faster and she
lashed out against Vegeta who barely managed to block it. She viciously attacked him and he
tried desperately to block them, but in the end, she landed a kick in his abdominal. She looked
down at him with a distant gaze, her voice harsh and biting. "As a warrior, you must never
hesitate to hurt anyone who harms you. Even if you loved them." She motioned for him to get up.
Biting back his tears, he stood and takes up a stance, but she shook her head. "Follow my
motions." Again, she launched into another series of movements, this time they were fast pace.
"Counter using the combination I showed you." She told him as she once again began to attack
him. This time, he was faster, using her momentum to throw her against the wall.
"Mother!" He cried, running to her, but she held him at bay, a smile on her lips.
"Did you see what I had just done?" She asked, referring to her attacks.
Vegeta nodded slowly. "Good. Give me your hands and close your eyes." Palm to palm, they sat
across from each other, a light glow emitting from their touching hands. Vegeta could feel his body
grow stronger, his senses heightening. But he soon senses something going wrong. A spray of
blood splattered against his face and contact was broken. His eyes flew open and he looked at his
fallen mother with horror.
"Mother?" He asked, looking for some sign.
She looked at him with a small smile. 'I love you.' She mouthed before falling into his arms,
lifeless.
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It only took a minute..
Not even a day,
For me to fall from grace,
And watched as they took you away...
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Vegeta held onto her as she cried. His own past coming back to him painfully as he remembered
his mother's death, freeing him from his father's rule. "Shh, Bulma... it'll be all right." He
whispered, stroking her hair, "Everything will be all right..."
Her sobs died down and her eyes began to close. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to her
bed, placing a small kiss on her forehead. A simple prince who witnessed his mother's downfall
so he could have the power to stand up to the Saiyen King. He knew now that a true Saiyen can
never become the legendary. Because the legendary isn't Saiyen. But it doesn't matter to him
now. All he cared about was the woman that lay in bed. Ten years of pain locked up in the recess
of her heart, now it all came tumbling out.
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I have enough faith in this story to be sure that you guys will be begging for more *Vegeta smirk*
So, I can either torture you guys for a few weeks by developing a serious case of writer's block
or I can start writing the next part right away... reviews will be a GREAT help! *hint hint*
Hehe. I decided to post this before I start the next chapter to see what you guys think. Review
please?