Be Real
Chapter 13: The Appearing
For years, the mafia "Black Cobra" has ruled the universe with a ferice grip, without coming out of the shadows. They have kept themselves secret to all but polictical and royal leaders of planets, solar systems, and large empires. They have effectively kept conrol of all with a slowly tightening, clenching grip. Planets are robbed and ruled with no freedom or right to even their very lives. Any being that openly, or secretively, oppresses them or are against them, are quickly elimiated with a swift, deadly word from their leader, who has never been seen by a nonloyalist and lived to tell the tale. Rumors fly about what a monster he is, for only a true monster could take over the galaxies like invisible, deadly snake. Only a truly vicious creature could destroy others with no guilt, in a heart he does not have. This is why we fight! To save our friends and families, our planets and solar systems, our homes and yes, even our own lives. To let this go, and to give up in the face of fear, would be the act of a coward, and one who would never give themselves for everything they know and love! Cowards, I say, are the epitionmy of our failures, our troubles and worries! But in every being, is the same thing: cowardice, and courage. Yet, it is up to you to choose your path. Will you take the road of cowardice, that leads to an unholy death, or the road of courage, of victory, and yes, even if it is the Lord's way, a holy, and worth-wile death? What is your road, my friends, my brothers and sisters? Yes, amoung us everywhere is their mescenaries, their loyals and sneaks. But they cannot kill us all, for we are a whole, and fighting, rebellion on the principals on simple, yet all important life! Join me, and my followers, and all of the others, willing to fight for what they want and believe! Fight this goverment, this dictatoriship, in promise of a new, better life for our future generations, and our planets!
-Anarchist Space Underground Newsletter, last week
The space ship crashed the ground, and the door zipped open.
Out stepped the leader, an entroage of soilders
behind him.
Out stepped the devil, his spirit drifting near.
Out stepped the hybrid's doom, unknowing, without fear.
B walked outside, and sat down on the sidewalk. It was a pitch-black night, the stars barely peeking through with all the city lights. Capsule Corp. and an dark building, with not a light still on. Only the moon showed through the sky, and clouds drifted around.
B sighed, and laid down on the sidewalk, her hair long hair everywhere, and her arms out casually.She wore a blue t-shirt that said 'NAVY- EXSILLERATE YOUR LIFE' across the front, and jean shorts. Her bare feet where covered in dirt from running around outside all day.
"It's going to rain."
B looked over, and watched Vegeta land neatly beside her.
"How do you know?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Because I can smell it." he replied, slightly annoyed. He crossed his arms and looked ahead, down the sidewalk to the street.
There was a pause, and then the Prince said, "I know you know who I am."
"Hmp," B grunted. "So, you bugged my computers?"
"Yep."
"Figures." B said, and looked slyly up at Vegeta, "You sayians always were a pain in the ass."
Vegeta scowled down at her, and sat down, his back still straight in a Princely sort of way.
"Sorry for the mom jokes a while back." B said, "I didn't know you were, well, you until a few days ago."
"I don't need your sympathy." Vegeta spat, "Keep it for some other fool."
"Fine, grumpy. I was just trying to be nice you know." B poked Vegeta playfully in his rock-hard side, and he swat her back softly.
"Don't touch me."
"Oh shut-up." she said, "You're so touchy about EVERYTHING!" She sat up quickly, facing him.
"I am not!"
"Yea, right!"
"Really," Vegeta challenged playfully, "then why would I do THIS?" And he tackled her, and they went rolling around in the grass, jumping on one another, and punching and pushing-the whole nine yards of boyish wrestling-B even bit him on the hand when she couldn't get out of a head lock!
They finally stopped, and both laid down in the grass on their backs, laughing and gasping for breath-even Vegeta, who laughed with a deep, warrior laugh.
"Ah," B sighed. "That was fun."
"Yes," Vegeta replied, "But you weren't really as strong as you were when you fought Radditz and Nappa. I was expecting more of challenge."
B rolled over and propped her head up with her elbow in the grass. "Oh really?" she asked, softly, her blue eyes practically boring into his.
"Yes." he replied in the same whisper, and rolled over to face her, holding up his head the same way.
His heart raced as she smiled, and drew near.
"You know," she whispered, "You've been acting really weird around me lately."
"Have I?"
"Yes," she answered, "And I think you have a little boy crush on me."
'Caught', was Vegeta's first thought, until his mind formed a very sexy thing to say.
"I don't think its just a little boy crush, do you?"
"Maybe."
He smirked, and being a Prince and all, leaned in at the perfect moment and did what he had only dreamt of: he planted a kiss on that weird girl, and started making out with her on the front lawn of Capsule Corp.!
It blew her mind to this very moment.
She had made out with Vegeta on the front lawn.
She had made out with him.
Oh Lord.
In one ear, and out the other, was what happened to every word ever spoken to her the next day.
He was everywhere-she thought she saw him, but he wasn't really there; his voice echoed in the halls, and in her mind; he was everywhere, and no matter where she turned, no matter what lecture she was getting, ferice or simple and short, she processes none of it.
And, as for Vegeta, he had a large, wonderful feeling in his chest ever since. He was proud, of course, because he got her, but he still had this huge weird feeling. It was totally unexplainable, and you couldn't put it in words if you tried. He felt like he wanted to know everything about her, and be around her all the time. He wanted to do it again, and take her away to his home, of all things. He wanted to keep her forever, and never let go.
Not that he'd ever admit that even to himself.
He leaned back in his chair at school, and looked up, and her face appeared on the white ceiling.
"I'm going nuts." he whispered, and rolled his eyes.
"Mr. Ouji!"
He stared now, her face still up there, smiling.
"MR. OUJI!"
"Ah!" he cupped he ears from the loud sound, and barely escaped crashing to the ground. Accidently, he let his chair slam to the ground, and he cried out again at the loud sound.
Nappa and the other boys sniggered, while some of the girls looked shocked or concerned for the only good looking boy in their class.
"Shit," he hissed, and picked up his chair.
"Mr. Ouji."
"What?"
He looked up, and dropped down in his chair again.
The teacher's eyes narrowed. "I suppose you know where you're going after your last bell."
"I thought I was going home." Vegeta smarted off, and crossed his arms.
The teacher frowned, and he waltzed over to Vegeta.
"Mr. Ouji," the teacher hissed, "You have yet to button up your shirt up all the way, wear your tie, respect any of your teachers, or pay attention in class!"
the teacher then straightened up, and adjusted his tie. "I will see you in detention, Mr. Ouji."
He then walked off, back straight and all.
"Man, he is such a closet fag." Raditz whispered.
"Try idiot human bitch."
Raditz laughed.
It was late that night, and the space ship landed quietly in the middle of an open desert.
"It's cold." one soldier whispered, and rubbed his scaley arms.
"Yea." the other agreed.
They patrolled the area, and then sent in the report for the main ship to land, and waited.
Slowly, it decended from the black night sky, tinted with white stars, and a large moon.
It was huge, black ship, shaped in a strange set of connected orbs, and when it landed, doors slid down and soldiers piled out, running out of the ship.
All in black with the most high-tech equipment know to any living thing, they marched off in search of the hybrid.
The dark night set in, followed by the wonderous colors. Vegeta sat and watched the sun as it set again, crouched down ina dark-looking position, his arms crossed on top of his knees. His eyes were red with sleep marks underneath, marking his days no sleep at all. He blinked, a thing of chance, since he was about to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and as the forest was shrouded in darkness, he finally felt more at home. The darkness had always been his familiar, something he could feel comfortable in. This was most likely, scitifically speaking, caused by the fact that Vegetasi had much longer days, 32 hours to be exact, with over 20 hours of it during the night. Ever since he was young, Vegeta would climb out his window, crawl to the roof of the castle, and look over the desert dunes that soon reached the lush forests and quiet villages.
Unlike humans, sayians were not mostly inactive by night. On the contrary, they were usually very active at night, since sayians were part decendants of nocturnal beings, and as Vegeta stared into his familiar colors, he felt more like he was at home, instead of on Earth, sitting ina tree, thinking of a girl.
She was amazing.
Between being so beautiful, and having affection for only him, she was a much better pick than all the sayian woman lined up in perfect lines, ready with greedy intentions to marry into the royal blood line. Vegeta had no intent of even giving these foolish woman a single thought, and instead drifted off to the blue-haired beauty.
She was strong, smart, graceful, pretty-what more could be want in a queen? Who could not respect such power? And the offspring they would make-they would be child protuges'! How could his father refuse the idea of having strong grand children, no matter how full of pride about heritage as he was? The old man would have to eventually give in, and Vegeta would win!
Prideful and tired, Vegeta got out of his gloomy position, and started off back to Capsule Corp., where his future queen slept only across the hall.
I know, I know! I need to update more, and faster! My goal is to finish this baby by the end
of June (it'll be that long). Hopefully, it will be, and I'll be better about writing it all!
Sorry!
-IHearVoices
P.S.-Starting a new fanfic on the side you guys might find interesting, since its all about
Trunks, and I've also started a Naruto. FYI: Any goths or punks out there that think Trunks is hot? Then check out my new Trunks story "Gothic Boy" Once I post it!!! FYI2: I'm going to write the ENTIRE Gothic Boy story before I start posting, so it might be a while.
Chapter 13: The Appearing
For years, the mafia "Black Cobra" has ruled the universe with a ferice grip, without coming out of the shadows. They have kept themselves secret to all but polictical and royal leaders of planets, solar systems, and large empires. They have effectively kept conrol of all with a slowly tightening, clenching grip. Planets are robbed and ruled with no freedom or right to even their very lives. Any being that openly, or secretively, oppresses them or are against them, are quickly elimiated with a swift, deadly word from their leader, who has never been seen by a nonloyalist and lived to tell the tale. Rumors fly about what a monster he is, for only a true monster could take over the galaxies like invisible, deadly snake. Only a truly vicious creature could destroy others with no guilt, in a heart he does not have. This is why we fight! To save our friends and families, our planets and solar systems, our homes and yes, even our own lives. To let this go, and to give up in the face of fear, would be the act of a coward, and one who would never give themselves for everything they know and love! Cowards, I say, are the epitionmy of our failures, our troubles and worries! But in every being, is the same thing: cowardice, and courage. Yet, it is up to you to choose your path. Will you take the road of cowardice, that leads to an unholy death, or the road of courage, of victory, and yes, even if it is the Lord's way, a holy, and worth-wile death? What is your road, my friends, my brothers and sisters? Yes, amoung us everywhere is their mescenaries, their loyals and sneaks. But they cannot kill us all, for we are a whole, and fighting, rebellion on the principals on simple, yet all important life! Join me, and my followers, and all of the others, willing to fight for what they want and believe! Fight this goverment, this dictatoriship, in promise of a new, better life for our future generations, and our planets!
-Anarchist Space Underground Newsletter, last week
The space ship crashed the ground, and the door zipped open.
Out stepped the leader, an entroage of soilders
behind him.
Out stepped the devil, his spirit drifting near.
Out stepped the hybrid's doom, unknowing, without fear.
B walked outside, and sat down on the sidewalk. It was a pitch-black night, the stars barely peeking through with all the city lights. Capsule Corp. and an dark building, with not a light still on. Only the moon showed through the sky, and clouds drifted around.
B sighed, and laid down on the sidewalk, her hair long hair everywhere, and her arms out casually.She wore a blue t-shirt that said 'NAVY- EXSILLERATE YOUR LIFE' across the front, and jean shorts. Her bare feet where covered in dirt from running around outside all day.
"It's going to rain."
B looked over, and watched Vegeta land neatly beside her.
"How do you know?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Because I can smell it." he replied, slightly annoyed. He crossed his arms and looked ahead, down the sidewalk to the street.
There was a pause, and then the Prince said, "I know you know who I am."
"Hmp," B grunted. "So, you bugged my computers?"
"Yep."
"Figures." B said, and looked slyly up at Vegeta, "You sayians always were a pain in the ass."
Vegeta scowled down at her, and sat down, his back still straight in a Princely sort of way.
"Sorry for the mom jokes a while back." B said, "I didn't know you were, well, you until a few days ago."
"I don't need your sympathy." Vegeta spat, "Keep it for some other fool."
"Fine, grumpy. I was just trying to be nice you know." B poked Vegeta playfully in his rock-hard side, and he swat her back softly.
"Don't touch me."
"Oh shut-up." she said, "You're so touchy about EVERYTHING!" She sat up quickly, facing him.
"I am not!"
"Yea, right!"
"Really," Vegeta challenged playfully, "then why would I do THIS?" And he tackled her, and they went rolling around in the grass, jumping on one another, and punching and pushing-the whole nine yards of boyish wrestling-B even bit him on the hand when she couldn't get out of a head lock!
They finally stopped, and both laid down in the grass on their backs, laughing and gasping for breath-even Vegeta, who laughed with a deep, warrior laugh.
"Ah," B sighed. "That was fun."
"Yes," Vegeta replied, "But you weren't really as strong as you were when you fought Radditz and Nappa. I was expecting more of challenge."
B rolled over and propped her head up with her elbow in the grass. "Oh really?" she asked, softly, her blue eyes practically boring into his.
"Yes." he replied in the same whisper, and rolled over to face her, holding up his head the same way.
His heart raced as she smiled, and drew near.
"You know," she whispered, "You've been acting really weird around me lately."
"Have I?"
"Yes," she answered, "And I think you have a little boy crush on me."
'Caught', was Vegeta's first thought, until his mind formed a very sexy thing to say.
"I don't think its just a little boy crush, do you?"
"Maybe."
He smirked, and being a Prince and all, leaned in at the perfect moment and did what he had only dreamt of: he planted a kiss on that weird girl, and started making out with her on the front lawn of Capsule Corp.!
It blew her mind to this very moment.
She had made out with Vegeta on the front lawn.
She had made out with him.
Oh Lord.
In one ear, and out the other, was what happened to every word ever spoken to her the next day.
He was everywhere-she thought she saw him, but he wasn't really there; his voice echoed in the halls, and in her mind; he was everywhere, and no matter where she turned, no matter what lecture she was getting, ferice or simple and short, she processes none of it.
And, as for Vegeta, he had a large, wonderful feeling in his chest ever since. He was proud, of course, because he got her, but he still had this huge weird feeling. It was totally unexplainable, and you couldn't put it in words if you tried. He felt like he wanted to know everything about her, and be around her all the time. He wanted to do it again, and take her away to his home, of all things. He wanted to keep her forever, and never let go.
Not that he'd ever admit that even to himself.
He leaned back in his chair at school, and looked up, and her face appeared on the white ceiling.
"I'm going nuts." he whispered, and rolled his eyes.
"Mr. Ouji!"
He stared now, her face still up there, smiling.
"MR. OUJI!"
"Ah!" he cupped he ears from the loud sound, and barely escaped crashing to the ground. Accidently, he let his chair slam to the ground, and he cried out again at the loud sound.
Nappa and the other boys sniggered, while some of the girls looked shocked or concerned for the only good looking boy in their class.
"Shit," he hissed, and picked up his chair.
"Mr. Ouji."
"What?"
He looked up, and dropped down in his chair again.
The teacher's eyes narrowed. "I suppose you know where you're going after your last bell."
"I thought I was going home." Vegeta smarted off, and crossed his arms.
The teacher frowned, and he waltzed over to Vegeta.
"Mr. Ouji," the teacher hissed, "You have yet to button up your shirt up all the way, wear your tie, respect any of your teachers, or pay attention in class!"
the teacher then straightened up, and adjusted his tie. "I will see you in detention, Mr. Ouji."
He then walked off, back straight and all.
"Man, he is such a closet fag." Raditz whispered.
"Try idiot human bitch."
Raditz laughed.
It was late that night, and the space ship landed quietly in the middle of an open desert.
"It's cold." one soldier whispered, and rubbed his scaley arms.
"Yea." the other agreed.
They patrolled the area, and then sent in the report for the main ship to land, and waited.
Slowly, it decended from the black night sky, tinted with white stars, and a large moon.
It was huge, black ship, shaped in a strange set of connected orbs, and when it landed, doors slid down and soldiers piled out, running out of the ship.
All in black with the most high-tech equipment know to any living thing, they marched off in search of the hybrid.
The dark night set in, followed by the wonderous colors. Vegeta sat and watched the sun as it set again, crouched down ina dark-looking position, his arms crossed on top of his knees. His eyes were red with sleep marks underneath, marking his days no sleep at all. He blinked, a thing of chance, since he was about to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and as the forest was shrouded in darkness, he finally felt more at home. The darkness had always been his familiar, something he could feel comfortable in. This was most likely, scitifically speaking, caused by the fact that Vegetasi had much longer days, 32 hours to be exact, with over 20 hours of it during the night. Ever since he was young, Vegeta would climb out his window, crawl to the roof of the castle, and look over the desert dunes that soon reached the lush forests and quiet villages.
Unlike humans, sayians were not mostly inactive by night. On the contrary, they were usually very active at night, since sayians were part decendants of nocturnal beings, and as Vegeta stared into his familiar colors, he felt more like he was at home, instead of on Earth, sitting ina tree, thinking of a girl.
She was amazing.
Between being so beautiful, and having affection for only him, she was a much better pick than all the sayian woman lined up in perfect lines, ready with greedy intentions to marry into the royal blood line. Vegeta had no intent of even giving these foolish woman a single thought, and instead drifted off to the blue-haired beauty.
She was strong, smart, graceful, pretty-what more could be want in a queen? Who could not respect such power? And the offspring they would make-they would be child protuges'! How could his father refuse the idea of having strong grand children, no matter how full of pride about heritage as he was? The old man would have to eventually give in, and Vegeta would win!
Prideful and tired, Vegeta got out of his gloomy position, and started off back to Capsule Corp., where his future queen slept only across the hall.
I know, I know! I need to update more, and faster! My goal is to finish this baby by the end
of June (it'll be that long). Hopefully, it will be, and I'll be better about writing it all!
Sorry!
-IHearVoices
P.S.-Starting a new fanfic on the side you guys might find interesting, since its all about
Trunks, and I've also started a Naruto. FYI: Any goths or punks out there that think Trunks is hot? Then check out my new Trunks story "Gothic Boy" Once I post it!!! FYI2: I'm going to write the ENTIRE Gothic Boy story before I start posting, so it might be a while.
