I'm so terrible sorry for keeping you all waiting soooo long.. It must have been a month since I last updated if it isn't more Time flies.. Any way here's another part hope you all enyoy it and you can forgive my late updating....

Vetygas Rath: I'm glad you like the song... Thanks for reminding me to finish this story ....

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ

Stand my ground...

The soft whisper lingered in the air, not wanting to be whipped away, wanting to linger there forever, for all to hear. Finally letting himself get carried away on the wind. Echoing through the land.

The one whom spoken the hopeful words stared up to the sky. His eyes clouded, exhausted, filled with fear that wasn't allowed to excise.

With one final sigh he let the darkness take control, uncaring if he never will return from it again.

The cursed room still held the most annoying dripping noise, the same stench, the same crimes, the same broken spirit, and the same memoirs. Memories about regret about what had taken place. Things that shouldn't take place but still did.

A small shuffle from feet, dripping that continued. Whisppering rolling trough the room like thunder, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Blood stained hands held up before the broken mirrors. Mirrors starring back at them, reflecting the hands in it. Sitting for hours in the same position.

"That didn't happen, I never did that, its all a bad dream."

The stained hands gripping tightly at the black spikes, the mirrors disappearing beneath the thick curtain.

Its just a dream... weak up... please...just go away.

Heavy footsteps now also joined the dripping noises. Steady steps, not afraid of what they may see in the room. The owner that liked the cursed room, loved it, created it. Enjoying the pitiful whimpers, enjoying the smell of dried blood, enjoying everything, every time, and every second. Ow how he loved this room.

Raising his hand letting it rest on top of the boy. Slowly slipping down, raising his chin. Looking in his eyes. Perfectly broken. His face slowly splitting in a smile.

Don't cry my lil prince... I'm most certainly they didn't feel much of it... now be a good boy and come with me... We're still far from perfection...

Slowly lifting himself to his feet, ignoring the lustful looks, quickly leaving the room.

Nothing could be heard on the small green planet. The sun long left leaving the planet cold and alone. The clouds had started to weep over the fallen ones.

Rain soon mixed with red, turning it in a strange pinkish color.

The tallest silently crouched down, collecting the small messy person in his arms.

Come on; let's find some place saver for him.

The other two nodded and quickly followed. The only remainder the now large pink pool, and the unmoving purple, white creature.

They laid him in one of there spare room, linking him on serval machines. Bandading his wounds. Hoping he would give up the darkness and return to the light.

Please...come back....We're on your side...we could be friends..

Walking alone, only my shadow follows me. Staying out of the light. Trying to let everyone forget who I am. Better said, was.

My eyes, once full of life, now dull and empty. Broken mirrors, scratched, spit on, broken eyes. Where once was a warm, friendly hart, now contains nothing but darkness, sorrow, guilt.

There was a time I walked tall and proud, people looking up to me. That time, it seems just a dream, it never did happen, or did it?? I can't remember.

Out of my shadow I can hear them laugh, having fun with their friends. Friends, I heard that word before didn't I? Long ago, in that dream, in that dream friends helped you, cared for you sometimes even held you close. Feh it's just a dream, a stupid meaningless dream. Friends, yeah right, they don't exist. Just a mere illusion for those who are so pathetic to see the truth. You only have yourself,

Friends...

I wish they excised

Walking past another light I could here them whispering, whispering about me. Pointing there long fingers to me. Yeah it's me, the one that once was tall and proud, now less than a shadow that I once was.

Their whispering became harder, louder. Wrapping around me. Flowing over me. I stumble back, Leave me alone, and just leave me here in the shadow. Turning around slowly backing away from the light.

Walking faster, pressing my hands to my head to dim the cruel laughter, go away; leave me, I never did anything wrong, did I?

I'm running now, stumbling, falling, getting up, running. They never leave me alone.

They never do.

Coming closer, grabbing my clothes. Holding me tight. Whispering words in my ears.

Confused I look at them. Their eyes seem strange, so full of something I can't grasp. I focus on there whispering. They tell me to relax, everything's okay. We are your friends.

I snap my head up. Friends?? I'm still dreaming?? Why does it all seem so real? I struggle against there hold. Can't get away. Let go of me. Leave me; I have to find my way out. Have to wake up,

They not let me go. Clinging on me like ants. Maybe I just have to give up. I hear a soft whisper, quickly I turn my head. Who are you?

Don't be afraid. I grab her hand, seeing the ants let me go; I follow her to the maze. Further and further from the light. I keep on moving until I slowly disappear, letting my life far behind me.

I'm finally free...

Am I????

With a shock he opened his eyes. Rain still falling down. Ragged breathing slowed down.

Did I die??

He tried to move, feeling the familiar pain running trough him. Sighing he closed his eyes again. Of course faith had to play with him again, he didn't die. Even in dying he screwed up. How did he live?? Why did he life?? What happened to his 'master' ??

Memories that kept hiding in the shadows slowly crept forward. The came back, one by one, answering his questions until one remained...

Am I free???

Whooh that was kind of hard to describe hope you still understand it all, you can always ask questions of course, and don't forget to give your opinion!! ;)