Chapter Twenty: Dryphus' Surprise
*Y'all better remember that Clarice has a British
accent! (U can tell I like British accents, huh? ^_^)*
"Mistress Cho! Mistress Cho!"
"Huh...?"
"Clarice! Young lady, are you quite
alright?"
"Young... lady...?"
Clarice shook her head and looked up at the old
man, whose round glasses were slightly in danger off slipping of his nose as he
leaned down and peered worriedly at her.
Clarice smiled and pushed the glasses back up onto
the bridge of his nose, a fondness in her eyes.
"Young lady?" she repeated, the smile still there,
though it wasn't her usual, full-hearted smile; it was more of a hollow, mildly
amused smile that didn't seem to reach too deeply through her, as if it were
only on the surface. "You havn't called me that in a long time,
Avram."
"Old habits die hard, M'Lady," said Avram, smiling
down at her as she sat in the large, extremely soft brown leather arm chair, her
feet up on the wooden table before her.
'I'm going to have to wax that table later,' he
thought, looking over the dull table with a slight frown.
He turned to watched Clarice for a moment
as she stared into the flames that raged and crackled in the fire place to her
left, seemingly hypnotized by it.
She blinked and suddenly looked up at him,
frowning. "Avram, what time is it?"
Taking out the gold pocket watch that Clarice had
given him for his birthday the year before, he merely glanced at the
moving hands before replying, "Half past, eight, M'Lady."
Clarice's eyes widened in disbleief. Vegeta's
welcoming banquet would start at nine!
Avram smiled as he read the expression on her
face.
"Don't worry, Clarice. I took the liberty of
informing the others that you would be a bit late."
"Thank you, old friend," sighed Clarice, leaning
back into her chair and putting a hand over her mouth and staring back into the
fire.
Avram's smile turned to a frown as Clarice sat,
completely still - so still that she hardly appeared to be breathing.
He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked
away, worried. He knew Clarice too well to ask what was wrong - she's only tell
him that she was fine, only thinking.
But something was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The great Palace of Vejitasei was buzzing with
activity. Always a busy place, now it seemed to swarm with slaves, all hurrying
about their appointed tasks.Guests from all over the universe were already
arriving to see the return of the Saiyjin Prince.
'I'm sorry to disappoint you all,' thought
Clarice as she walked through the large hallway, headed for the Main Hall, where
everyone was to assemble.
She continued to walk through the halls, her
subconcious guiding her to the Main Hall as her mind buried itself in deep
thought.
What was going to happen after she died? Would she be honored? Would she be
killed on the spot, only to be forgotten and replaced by another person who
could do the job better?
You and me,
We have no faces
Soon our lives, they'll be erased
Do you think they will remember?
Or will we just be replaced?
Oh, I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry She frowned even more deeply as she passed by a group of people touring the castle. She still couldn't figure out why she was acting this way. "Well, we did find one possibility," said a timid voice in the back of her mind. "No," hissed the stronger voice, the more prideful voice. "I refuse to accept that that's why. It's just nostalgia." Clarice wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her leather-bound forearm, as though warning her eyes not to let loose the river of tears that wanted to flow down her face. She wanted to leave, to just fly away from the palace and go to.. anywhere. Just not here. So why can it be?
No one hears because
Echoes back at me
No one's there
To all these meaningless feelings
I can't deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You've got to feel your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it's time to leave these places far behind
Where was Mason? She'd talked to him earlier in the day, and he had seemed upset, but she hadn't heard from him since. And she hadn't seen Dryphus since she'd arrived on the planet a few days before. She felt so... Alone. You and me
We have no faces
They don't see us anymore
Without love as they had promised
And no faith for what's in store
Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry She swallowed thickly as the gigantic doors of the main hall stood open, revelaing the beings inside. Thousands of authority figures from glaxies near and far had gathered in the room and had begun mingling. A variety of languages could be heard from outside the room, all of which Clarice understood (all members of the Royal Elite had to learn hundreds of languages to be able to communicate with other-wordly beings). She stopped for a minute, just watching the crowd. She wiped her eyes again, this time with her palm. Why was she just realizing all of these feelings now? It was as if she'd forgotten her own terrible past, the horror and pain she'd experienced. Where are all these feelings hiding?
Dancing in and out my mind
Burning up all that I long for
Feeding me till my decline And it was all because of one man. Vegeta. 'He should be here right now.' Where are you?
My soul is bleeding
I am searching
Am I blind?
All alone and bound forever
Trapped inside me all the time
'What have I done?' Sighing, she raised her chin and arched her back slightly, standing completely erect and with pride, the way a saiyajin elite was supposed to. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling, she strode into the room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The King saw her first, and as the crowd of aliens turned to see what had captured his attention, a sudden silence enveloped the room. She paused, awaiting the King's summons. Her bearing was almost queenly, neither shy nor bold. Added to this was a quiet assurance and dignity that could only come to those who knew their worth, and were aware of any admiration accorded it, and accept the homage without a trace of false modesty. But there was something that seemed to dent her pride, something that made her seem a bit self-deprecating... She walked forward as the King beckoned her forward with a wave of his hand, her heart beating rapidly. 'This is it.' She sighed and bowed slightly, one hand over her heart. She raised her head and looked up at King Vegeta, who was sitting at his throne, upon a staircase that led to a flat platform, holding the giant chair. Her eyes were feirce, an unsual defiance in them. She sighed, then began to speak. "Your majesty, I..." her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips as she breathed deeply. "I-I am ashamed to inform you that I... have failed. Prince Vegeta is-" "Right here," said a gruff voice. Clarice spun around to meet his dark eyes as he stepped into the room, her ears oblivious to the sudden buzz of talk as the guests began speaking excitedly. WOW!!! ^_^ This was a SUCKY chapter! Hopefully K-chan will have fixed it by the time that I post it up. So who was that? (DUH....) How did he get there? How will Clarice react? Why did he change his mind? Did Dryphus have something to do with it? Why am I asking so many questions that I already know the answer to? Find out in the next chapter of - - - Dragon Ball Z: The Legends of Chaos P.S. To anyone who was wondering, the song in there was "No One's There" by Korn, whom I *used* to think was an awesome band - I actually had mixed feelings about putting the lyrics into the chapter, though, because I think that they had said something about Hitler being cool - which I totally don't agree with. The man was a monster. I'm not Jewish or anything (actually, I'm black and I'm Catholic) but I simply despise racism of any type. I'm not really sure if that's what they said - the article that I was reading was in French, so I didn't understand it totally, but I think that was the main idea. If anyone that knows about this can clear this up for me and tell me what's going on, I'd really appreciate it. ~Valerie G.
We have no faces
Soon our lives, they'll be erased
Do you think they will remember?
Or will we just be replaced?
Oh, I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry She frowned even more deeply as she passed by a group of people touring the castle. She still couldn't figure out why she was acting this way. "Well, we did find one possibility," said a timid voice in the back of her mind. "No," hissed the stronger voice, the more prideful voice. "I refuse to accept that that's why. It's just nostalgia." Clarice wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her leather-bound forearm, as though warning her eyes not to let loose the river of tears that wanted to flow down her face. She wanted to leave, to just fly away from the palace and go to.. anywhere. Just not here. So why can it be?
No one hears because
Echoes back at me
No one's there
To all these meaningless feelings
I can't deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You've got to feel your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it's time to leave these places far behind
Where was Mason? She'd talked to him earlier in the day, and he had seemed upset, but she hadn't heard from him since. And she hadn't seen Dryphus since she'd arrived on the planet a few days before. She felt so... Alone. You and me
We have no faces
They don't see us anymore
Without love as they had promised
And no faith for what's in store
Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry She swallowed thickly as the gigantic doors of the main hall stood open, revelaing the beings inside. Thousands of authority figures from glaxies near and far had gathered in the room and had begun mingling. A variety of languages could be heard from outside the room, all of which Clarice understood (all members of the Royal Elite had to learn hundreds of languages to be able to communicate with other-wordly beings). She stopped for a minute, just watching the crowd. She wiped her eyes again, this time with her palm. Why was she just realizing all of these feelings now? It was as if she'd forgotten her own terrible past, the horror and pain she'd experienced. Where are all these feelings hiding?
Dancing in and out my mind
Burning up all that I long for
Feeding me till my decline And it was all because of one man. Vegeta. 'He should be here right now.' Where are you?
My soul is bleeding
I am searching
Am I blind?
All alone and bound forever
Trapped inside me all the time
'What have I done?' Sighing, she raised her chin and arched her back slightly, standing completely erect and with pride, the way a saiyajin elite was supposed to. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling, she strode into the room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The King saw her first, and as the crowd of aliens turned to see what had captured his attention, a sudden silence enveloped the room. She paused, awaiting the King's summons. Her bearing was almost queenly, neither shy nor bold. Added to this was a quiet assurance and dignity that could only come to those who knew their worth, and were aware of any admiration accorded it, and accept the homage without a trace of false modesty. But there was something that seemed to dent her pride, something that made her seem a bit self-deprecating... She walked forward as the King beckoned her forward with a wave of his hand, her heart beating rapidly. 'This is it.' She sighed and bowed slightly, one hand over her heart. She raised her head and looked up at King Vegeta, who was sitting at his throne, upon a staircase that led to a flat platform, holding the giant chair. Her eyes were feirce, an unsual defiance in them. She sighed, then began to speak. "Your majesty, I..." her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips as she breathed deeply. "I-I am ashamed to inform you that I... have failed. Prince Vegeta is-" "Right here," said a gruff voice. Clarice spun around to meet his dark eyes as he stepped into the room, her ears oblivious to the sudden buzz of talk as the guests began speaking excitedly. WOW!!! ^_^ This was a SUCKY chapter! Hopefully K-chan will have fixed it by the time that I post it up. So who was that? (DUH....) How did he get there? How will Clarice react? Why did he change his mind? Did Dryphus have something to do with it? Why am I asking so many questions that I already know the answer to? Find out in the next chapter of - - - Dragon Ball Z: The Legends of Chaos P.S. To anyone who was wondering, the song in there was "No One's There" by Korn, whom I *used* to think was an awesome band - I actually had mixed feelings about putting the lyrics into the chapter, though, because I think that they had said something about Hitler being cool - which I totally don't agree with. The man was a monster. I'm not Jewish or anything (actually, I'm black and I'm Catholic) but I simply despise racism of any type. I'm not really sure if that's what they said - the article that I was reading was in French, so I didn't understand it totally, but I think that was the main idea. If anyone that knows about this can clear this up for me and tell me what's going on, I'd really appreciate it. ~Valerie G.