by: Serenity Tenshi
Chapter III- Unseen Heaven
Disclaimer: Suing me will only get you an old computer and a dime, cause I'm just another poor college student. So DBZ belongs to their creators and Eternity and all its things belong to me. Enjoy.
Notes at end.
Warning: Swearing, dark body descriptions.
Chimes.
A herald of soft lovely chimes.
On the wings of the gentle gales coming from the open windows of the balcony, the breezes carrying the bell like melody from the room into a dream world. Fluttering the clear transparent curtains like lazy floating clouds, the gust returned to the source of the chimes. Flickering the ebony, silver, and white mixed ringlets and waves fall in mixed layered lengths into luminary gray shaded irises, that flashed for one moment, a fiery rainbow prism.
Using lavender mother-of-pearl shaded shell comb, the young woman continued to come her short-cropped locks. Her eyes never leaving her reflection from the medium sized oval mirror on the small vanity. Natural rosy lips sang still the wordless melody that haunted the other wise empty bedchamber. Putting down the comb, her emotionless eyes still never left her reflection. Untying the ivory robe, it gently fell to over the stool in which the woman was sitting.
Upon her smooth ordinary pale skin was horrid scars over her breasts, leading to over her stomach, creating long lashes along her lower and middle backside, and ending to the upper thighs of her woman hood. Cruel messages signed in an ancient kanji on her once lovely skin, such as 'mine,' 'eternal whore,' and 'balancer.' Tracing the delicates disfigurements with her pale hand, she whirled an ancient story older than heaven or hell on her body. Tearing her celestial - foggy set eyes away from her reflection, the woman reached out and grasped the small silver necklace on her diminutive vanity. Pulling the fragile chin over her neck, the young woman grazed lovely at the three tiny rings, the size of a tiny human crystal tear drop, at the end of the chain resting in the mid-valley of her bucthed breasts. The hole in ring the size of her pinkie fingerprint, rested against the chain, clinging to each other for comfort. In human language known as English, the two outer rings from the outer to the inner, up to down, spelled the word of 'love,' and the middle inner ring pronounced with' faith.'
Fluttering lashes hide her universe child colored eyes, as a mixture of gray, white, and sable flew into her closed eyes. Slowly a pallid hand came up to rest up her cheek. Crystal-clear blood sparkled in the last afternoon sunshine, flowing a thin cut on her right cheek. Opening her blank eyes she gazed at the small black leather handle imbedded deep within the now broken vanity mirror.
What was once a room for a goddess not lay a now broken and desolate area. To the left side of the mirror was a tall muscular dark tanned naked man with long golden hair tied at the nape of his neck, well long sun kissed bangs hide his facial features. To the right, in the glass shattered stood another muscular lightly tan man, but with shorter late evening indigo shaggy hair hiding his handsome face as well. The ruined illustrate object gave the frightening example of several copies of both men…
Watching… waiting…
Leering… lusting…
Peering… praying…
SMACK!!!!
She is on the ground, the golden haired one is below her and the indigo one above her. A tear falls from her eyes, as both men thrust and she cries out in pain.
The curtain quivers in the late evening wind, showing a the room tattered and broken…
BOOM!!!!!
Cell head is smashed against the wall from Freeza attack. Narrowing his rose-made-jealous eyes, he wiped the lavender blood from his lip. "Ha!!! The mighty Cell has fallen!" smirked Freeza as he folded his arms across his lavender and salmon chest.
Cell, getting up, glared down at Freeza before walking away. Stopping he stopped Freeza's punch with his a flick of his hand and whispered before crushing the Ice-jin knuckles, "Don't fuck with something you don't know…"
Freeza's widened as he gazed into Cell's once magenta eyes, now a dark crimson. Burning with anger and so much hate it made him shudder almost. Almost being the keyword here. But the extreme pain in his now crushed and broken knuckles brought him on a full course of crashing back to reality. Howling in agony, the courtyard grew quiet as Cell walked away and Freeza cradling his barely recognizable hand in his other hand.
Cell didn't care.
He didn't care if he killed Freeza again, and again, and well…again.
He didn't care that he couldn't because they were both dead.
For Kami-sama sake, he didn't care he broke his gentlemen stance and swore.
He saw her… that was all he cared about.
"Cell!"
Turing he gazed warily at the gorge guard quivering as that looked at him. Staring him down he finally grunted, "Well…out with it!"
The guard swallowed and squeaked out, "I am to escort you to see his lordship Enma Daioh-sama…"
That got Cell's attention, why would he call on him? Did he miss someone in the hundreds of thousands that I killed? Shrugging, must of. Nah, must be because of Freeza's howling.
Nodding Cell followed the guard, through the twists and turns of the hell palace maze. This was hell, just one grand prison…well maybe not one. Going outside was nothing, just wasteland for all to see. He heard that there were many hells, this just being one. One more powerful then the next. Devils, demons, monsters, so many different things, more powerful then him, most likely.
Cell was tired, he wanted revenge of course. But how far can one only want, when even your revenge thirst grows so dry, it cannot ever be given water? Those visions surfaced then, who the hell was this onna? Why did he see her? She was real, she saw her walk…
Chimes.
He played with ring around his pinkie. He didn't understand and because of her… well let us just say he can't keep his mind on his own revenge now can he?
Nearly blowing over the small guard Cell growled but held his tongue. The guard knocking softly on the door, opened it after a muffed 'enter' rang in the grand hallway.
Entering inside, Cell saw a grand room with a massive desk in one corner, with giant windows over looking heaven and the wasteland below. To one side held sets of coaches with two people. Cell recognized Daioh-sama standing, as an actually almost 'human' height like the night before along with a more feminine figure. Standing there stood tall and elegant was she. The cropped hair, the star-lit eyes.
Dead-sunset eyes widened, and mouth open. Why was he here?
Why was she here?
Her emotionless eyes gazed at him before speaking in her chime-like voice, "Cell take a picture, it will last longer…"
Owari for Chpt. 3
Konban wa minna-chan!!!! Gomen for the long long update, moving and going back to school sucks. Thanks for the reviews.