Chapter 8 Part 2- The Wall
I used to have a mother. She was beautiful, with long black locks and deep, black eyes with flicks of surprising green. Her hands were always so soft, like her smile. My father never even cried when he found her body in the court yard. Or, I never saw him cry, or even show much remorse. We never talked about her after that, mostly because I couldn't do it, and he seemed not the care, so discussing my pain with him was an empty idea.
I cried so hard when she died. I felt as if a part of me were floating away, never to return, no matter what I did or tried. She was gone forever, yet I could feel her with me when I needed her the most, once I got over it.
But I never really got over her. She was the reason I was able to be the tough, strong Prince I was to everyone else, the Prince my father was not ashamed of, and my people were not afraid to speak of as their Prince. Out of the prying eyes of the outside world, my mother was the one who told me stories when I was little of the great Sayian warriors, and most of all, the legendary Super Sayian. She was the one who was okay with me smiling, who taught me to laugh. The outside world didn't want a Prince who laughed or cried, or even smiled, but my mother loved me in a way most royal or elite mothers and fathers never would, not that my father did. My father was always the strong, defiant man that stood proud and tall always, but I always admired my mother for her ability to stay with a man like my father, and to always be so faithfully by his side always.
We used to go to huge gatherings before the people, and my mother would always be there next to my father, sometimes even holding hands with him, or with his arm around her waist. On Vegetasi, these actions were considered weak, public showings of affections never shown by the upper classes. I remember laughing when I overheard my mother yelling at my father, one of the most feared men in the universe.
"I'm a third class, Vegeta!" she had yelled, "And I always will be! I love you, and there fore I will not be afraid to show it to everyone else! I have stood for all of the other customs of royalty, but I will not hide my affection or feelings for my own mate!" My father had quickly backed down, saying that he would go along with this, but no other foolish third class nonsense. Truthfully, my father would have done anything for my mother.
After she died, I had no one to come to, to laugh with. I had lost a part of me, never to return, that changed me forever. I was forced to become what my people and my father wanted: A strong, ruthless, proud being, and without anyone to laugh with when no one was around, I never got to, and never did.
I never met another person I could smile around. Over time, without anyone close to me, I lost myself in a current of pure and utter lies and confusion. I was lying to myself, trying to save my mind, and my heart.
While my father never showed remorse for my mother, I locked myself up in my room until my father burst through my door after three days, knowing I hadn't eaten and would probably die of starvation.
The scariest thing was, at the moment, I didn't care.
She was gone, my mother was gone, and I couldn't bring her back.
My father had rushed into my room, only to see me with dark circles under lifeless black eyes, with a black, lifeless face. I was standing outside my tall window, staring down at the dark ground below. My ribs showed and I had bruises all over my skin. My shirt had lain on the ground in a crumpled heap, my armor tossed around the room. I wore nothing but pants, and my feet felt cold on the icy floor. "Vegeta!" he had shouted, but I never even blinked. Not even light flinted around in my eyes, and my father looked at me with more fear than I had even seen him show. "What happened to you?" He had demanded, reaching out to me. Suddenly I spun around out of his reach like wind, staring my father right in the eyes with my lifeless, deep black ones. "What do you want?" I snapped, "I" and then I collapsed, due to starvation and stress.
The people never found out about this, since my father said anyone who saw or heard about it and said anything would be beaten to death. But my two personal guards now knew the truth about my only emotional break down, and my only show of emotions besides anger and hate, and it was the first showing of my inner demon taking over, my wall fully built.
I built the wall, and it would never come down.
And those people who killed my mother would die.
I would kill them, and I would rip their beating, bloody hearts from their chest and crush it in my fist.
I would make them suffer, as I did.
This is my Wall.
__________________________________________________ Okay, there's part two, but this is a compete give away. Just remember, both parts are not the part of views of the same character. I had a guess about it from AnimefanRikku, but I'm sorry to say that your guess about part 1 was completely off. Sorry! Anyone else who'd like to take a swing at it, try part 1 too! That's the hard one. This one is WAY too easy for my taste. Anywhatists, its updated, I hope you like it, cause it fits perfectly in with the story, so that I don't have to do a lot of flashbacks near the middle/end of the story. Note: this sucker's a long one, so be patent. I have notes and plans written for just about the entire thing, but not all the way. Let's just say I have about ten pages of notes to make sure I keep you on the edge of your seat and keep this thing actually entertaining.
Much love always,
IHearVoices
I used to have a mother. She was beautiful, with long black locks and deep, black eyes with flicks of surprising green. Her hands were always so soft, like her smile. My father never even cried when he found her body in the court yard. Or, I never saw him cry, or even show much remorse. We never talked about her after that, mostly because I couldn't do it, and he seemed not the care, so discussing my pain with him was an empty idea.
I cried so hard when she died. I felt as if a part of me were floating away, never to return, no matter what I did or tried. She was gone forever, yet I could feel her with me when I needed her the most, once I got over it.
But I never really got over her. She was the reason I was able to be the tough, strong Prince I was to everyone else, the Prince my father was not ashamed of, and my people were not afraid to speak of as their Prince. Out of the prying eyes of the outside world, my mother was the one who told me stories when I was little of the great Sayian warriors, and most of all, the legendary Super Sayian. She was the one who was okay with me smiling, who taught me to laugh. The outside world didn't want a Prince who laughed or cried, or even smiled, but my mother loved me in a way most royal or elite mothers and fathers never would, not that my father did. My father was always the strong, defiant man that stood proud and tall always, but I always admired my mother for her ability to stay with a man like my father, and to always be so faithfully by his side always.
We used to go to huge gatherings before the people, and my mother would always be there next to my father, sometimes even holding hands with him, or with his arm around her waist. On Vegetasi, these actions were considered weak, public showings of affections never shown by the upper classes. I remember laughing when I overheard my mother yelling at my father, one of the most feared men in the universe.
"I'm a third class, Vegeta!" she had yelled, "And I always will be! I love you, and there fore I will not be afraid to show it to everyone else! I have stood for all of the other customs of royalty, but I will not hide my affection or feelings for my own mate!" My father had quickly backed down, saying that he would go along with this, but no other foolish third class nonsense. Truthfully, my father would have done anything for my mother.
After she died, I had no one to come to, to laugh with. I had lost a part of me, never to return, that changed me forever. I was forced to become what my people and my father wanted: A strong, ruthless, proud being, and without anyone to laugh with when no one was around, I never got to, and never did.
I never met another person I could smile around. Over time, without anyone close to me, I lost myself in a current of pure and utter lies and confusion. I was lying to myself, trying to save my mind, and my heart.
While my father never showed remorse for my mother, I locked myself up in my room until my father burst through my door after three days, knowing I hadn't eaten and would probably die of starvation.
The scariest thing was, at the moment, I didn't care.
She was gone, my mother was gone, and I couldn't bring her back.
My father had rushed into my room, only to see me with dark circles under lifeless black eyes, with a black, lifeless face. I was standing outside my tall window, staring down at the dark ground below. My ribs showed and I had bruises all over my skin. My shirt had lain on the ground in a crumpled heap, my armor tossed around the room. I wore nothing but pants, and my feet felt cold on the icy floor. "Vegeta!" he had shouted, but I never even blinked. Not even light flinted around in my eyes, and my father looked at me with more fear than I had even seen him show. "What happened to you?" He had demanded, reaching out to me. Suddenly I spun around out of his reach like wind, staring my father right in the eyes with my lifeless, deep black ones. "What do you want?" I snapped, "I" and then I collapsed, due to starvation and stress.
The people never found out about this, since my father said anyone who saw or heard about it and said anything would be beaten to death. But my two personal guards now knew the truth about my only emotional break down, and my only show of emotions besides anger and hate, and it was the first showing of my inner demon taking over, my wall fully built.
I built the wall, and it would never come down.
And those people who killed my mother would die.
I would kill them, and I would rip their beating, bloody hearts from their chest and crush it in my fist.
I would make them suffer, as I did.
This is my Wall.
__________________________________________________ Okay, there's part two, but this is a compete give away. Just remember, both parts are not the part of views of the same character. I had a guess about it from AnimefanRikku, but I'm sorry to say that your guess about part 1 was completely off. Sorry! Anyone else who'd like to take a swing at it, try part 1 too! That's the hard one. This one is WAY too easy for my taste. Anywhatists, its updated, I hope you like it, cause it fits perfectly in with the story, so that I don't have to do a lot of flashbacks near the middle/end of the story. Note: this sucker's a long one, so be patent. I have notes and plans written for just about the entire thing, but not all the way. Let's just say I have about ten pages of notes to make sure I keep you on the edge of your seat and keep this thing actually entertaining.
Much love always,
IHearVoices
