Mitigation
RyoAngel
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Mitigation
\Mit`i*ga"tion\, n. [OE. mitigacioun, F. mitigation, fr. L. mitigatio.] The state of being mitigated; abatement or diminution of anything painful, harsh, severe, afflictive, or calamitous; as, the mitigation of pain
A/N - This is Part Two of my story. "Tribulation" is a story about the enduring pain that Bulma had to go through and how Vegeta had to face his past to help Bulma with her present.
I never meant to make it two parts, but once I re-read Tribulations, I find that that part of the story is over with. Tribluation is defined as "an experience that tests one's endurance, patience, or faith." "Great affliction, trial, or distress."
While mitigation might not be the complete opposite, it offers one a sense of hope. It's the diminution of anything painful. A wound that is open would eventually close and this is what this next part is about. The closing of a wound left uncared for. While "Tribulation" focused on Bulma and her trials, this next part would be focusing on Vegeta's past from the time of his mother's death to the destruction of Vegeta-sai. From there, "Mitigation" will continue on where "Tribulation" has left off.
I will also be going back through "Tribulation" and fixing any grammatical errors or "holes" that I find.
I am in the process of going through college acceptance and preparing for AP exams, so bear with me as my updates might be slow.
***NOTE*** I am looking for a beta. Contact me at xakikox@msn.com
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Prologue
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"I am only a half ling, my child." She told him, "Half Saiyen."
"Then what's the other half?" He walked to her as she beckoned.
"A mixture of ancient souls. 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 and queens. The fighters, the educators, the healers." Her movements grew faster and faster and she lashed out against him 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.
He 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. He could feel his body grow stronger, his senses heightening. But he soon senses something 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?"
"You're free." She whispered and smiled gently at him, 'I love you.' She mouthed before falling face first onto the ground, lifeless.
"Mother!" He scrambled to her fallen body and pulled her to his body, ignoring his blood splattered face. Tearing the hem of his shirt apart, he wiped the blood away from her face and placed his hand on her cheek. "Mother?" A tear fell, then another. His eyes blurred as he hunched over her body, tears soaking into her blood-stained clothing. His cries were harsh. Screaming, he clutched her body to his, ignoring the guards as they rushed in.
"Vegeta!" Registering his father's voice, he looked up, hatred consuming his being.
"You!" He screamed, his voice not yet matured, "You killed her!"
"I did no such thing!" King Vegeta stepped forward, "You will stop this senseless drival and be calm!" He commanded, "This is unseemly for a son of mine." Step by step, he stood in front of his son, "Give her to me."
"NO!" Vegeta tightened his hold on his mother, "You killed her! Murderer!" He screamed, "MURDERER!" A ripple of energy cascaded over the soldiers, over the King, crumbling the walls as the sonic boom collapsed everything within a three hundred yards radius, many of the soldiers reduced to dust. Only the his father lived. Struggling to stand, there was a look of outrage in his eyes as he approached his fallen son. A snarl on his face, he wrenched his wife's body from his son's tight grip.
"You killed your mother, boy. There's no one to blame but yourself."
"I killed her..." Vegeta whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I killed her!" Fists slammed down onto the ground, creating a valley where a mountain once stood. And a son's sob of grief echoed up through that valley and resounded through the tall mountains of Vegeta-sai.
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A/N - Today is the first of March. I will try to update the first of each month.
There is no better payment than reviews ^.~
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888), 'Sohrab and Rustum,' 1853
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
Karen Sunde
RyoAngel
R
Mitigation
\Mit`i*ga"tion\, n. [OE. mitigacioun, F. mitigation, fr. L. mitigatio.] The state of being mitigated; abatement or diminution of anything painful, harsh, severe, afflictive, or calamitous; as, the mitigation of pain
A/N - This is Part Two of my story. "Tribulation" is a story about the enduring pain that Bulma had to go through and how Vegeta had to face his past to help Bulma with her present.
I never meant to make it two parts, but once I re-read Tribulations, I find that that part of the story is over with. Tribluation is defined as "an experience that tests one's endurance, patience, or faith." "Great affliction, trial, or distress."
While mitigation might not be the complete opposite, it offers one a sense of hope. It's the diminution of anything painful. A wound that is open would eventually close and this is what this next part is about. The closing of a wound left uncared for. While "Tribulation" focused on Bulma and her trials, this next part would be focusing on Vegeta's past from the time of his mother's death to the destruction of Vegeta-sai. From there, "Mitigation" will continue on where "Tribulation" has left off.
I will also be going back through "Tribulation" and fixing any grammatical errors or "holes" that I find.
I am in the process of going through college acceptance and preparing for AP exams, so bear with me as my updates might be slow.
***NOTE*** I am looking for a beta. Contact me at xakikox@msn.com
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Prologue
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"I am only a half ling, my child." She told him, "Half Saiyen."
"Then what's the other half?" He walked to her as she beckoned.
"A mixture of ancient souls. 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 and queens. The fighters, the educators, the healers." Her movements grew faster and faster and she lashed out against him 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.
He 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. He could feel his body grow stronger, his senses heightening. But he soon senses something 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?"
"You're free." She whispered and smiled gently at him, 'I love you.' She mouthed before falling face first onto the ground, lifeless.
"Mother!" He scrambled to her fallen body and pulled her to his body, ignoring his blood splattered face. Tearing the hem of his shirt apart, he wiped the blood away from her face and placed his hand on her cheek. "Mother?" A tear fell, then another. His eyes blurred as he hunched over her body, tears soaking into her blood-stained clothing. His cries were harsh. Screaming, he clutched her body to his, ignoring the guards as they rushed in.
"Vegeta!" Registering his father's voice, he looked up, hatred consuming his being.
"You!" He screamed, his voice not yet matured, "You killed her!"
"I did no such thing!" King Vegeta stepped forward, "You will stop this senseless drival and be calm!" He commanded, "This is unseemly for a son of mine." Step by step, he stood in front of his son, "Give her to me."
"NO!" Vegeta tightened his hold on his mother, "You killed her! Murderer!" He screamed, "MURDERER!" A ripple of energy cascaded over the soldiers, over the King, crumbling the walls as the sonic boom collapsed everything within a three hundred yards radius, many of the soldiers reduced to dust. Only the his father lived. Struggling to stand, there was a look of outrage in his eyes as he approached his fallen son. A snarl on his face, he wrenched his wife's body from his son's tight grip.
"You killed your mother, boy. There's no one to blame but yourself."
"I killed her..." Vegeta whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I killed her!" Fists slammed down onto the ground, creating a valley where a mountain once stood. And a son's sob of grief echoed up through that valley and resounded through the tall mountains of Vegeta-sai.
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A/N - Today is the first of March. I will try to update the first of each month.
There is no better payment than reviews ^.~
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888), 'Sohrab and Rustum,' 1853
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
Karen Sunde