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2. Endless Sands
The grass stretched out over the horizon like a never-ending sea of emerald and small white and yellow flowers grew in little clusters everywhere the suns rays could reach. Yet a foul wind blew in the air, and the entire planet seemed to be blanketed in a veil of deathly silence as Bulma's intense sapphire eyes searched the peaceful landscape relentlessly for the source of this unease. What was happening? Unconsciously, she brought her hand to her throat in a protective feminine gesture. The wind tugged at the trendles of her hair as she turned her head back towards Tabora, lines of worry sketched into the contours of her face, reflected in the depths of her eyes. What was going on down there? Was everyone alright?
Vegeta...
Maleficent clouds darkened the skies and a swirling gale rapidly replaced the gentle breeze, tearing delicate yellow and white pedals from the sea of flowers into its turbulent winds. Bulma was pushed back by the force, rolling and digging her fingers into the soft earth to keep from being blown away. It was when she was able to lift her gaze upward, toward the sky, that she could see the bright flashes of lightning that lit up her features, the gigantic reddish-black energy blast that was coming straight for the planet at a blurring speed.
Her eyes widened in horror, tears shimmering in her eyes as the burning energy blew at her with its tremendous force, causing her to dig her fingers deeper into the soil and rock to keep from being blown away. It cut and burned into her delicate skin, tearing through her clothes. The pain bore into her flesh and bone, the energy far too much for her frail body to bare. Why was this happening to her? Huge earthquakes cracked and bore into the once peaceful terrain, igniting spouts of molten lava and flame to spew hundreds of miles into the reddening sky as the energy engulfed the tiny planet. A high pitched scream ripped from her throat, overflowing with pain as the fierce heat and force of the energy consumed her body completely.
The three moons shown a light purple through the dark rolling clouds that spread across the deep blue of the night sky. Warm, dry winds swept across the barren, endless sands of the desert. Scorpions, mice, and other small animals burrowed into their camouflaged dwellings, seeking shelter from the desert's strong winds. Thunder boomed and rumbled across the stormy sky as flashes of lightning lit up the clouds. The winds picked up, starting to swirl around one spot in the sky, causing the dark clouds to take up the motion. A black void seemed to slowly spread across that tight circle, the boiling thunder crashing loudly against the ominous clouds as if in protest.
A flowing white figure seemed to emerge from the black void, free falling slowly to the earth. It was a woman, the blue trendles of her short hair moving with the wind accenting her fair features although lines of strain were etched near her mouth even in her peaceful state. Glowing specks of light clung to her body in long flowing streams as her body fell from the sky, her long legs dangling behind her falling form. She landed softly on one of the large sand dunes, which appeared a pale blue under the light of the moons, small spouts of sand flying up in all directions around her with the impact. She rolled down the slope unconsciously, finally stopping at the bottom. Grains of sand clung to her tattered clothing; her dress lay in rags, rips and tears in the orange-brown fabric exposing more skin than it was hiding. One of her shoes was missing, revealing her green sock covered in dirt. Smudges of ash and dirt also covered several parts of her body. Her dark eyelashes were two dark cresents on her high, delicate cheekbones.
With a soft moan of protest escaping her lips, her eyes fluttered and rose slowly. Blinking rapidly to bring her surroundings into view, she shifted her position tentatively, slowly drawing herself up into a sitting position. Moving her head from side to side, her deep blue eyes searched the area, looking for anything familiar. That was when she spotted the three lavender moons filling the dark night sky. On Earth, Piccalo had blown up the moon to stop Gohan from destroying the Earth when he had transformed into a giant ape. But here there were three moons, the light, blueish-purple one was the largest off to the east. The other two were smaller and close together, farther to the west. Where was she? What had happened? She remembered being consumed by the energy, the blackness that had enveloped her after. But now she was stranded in some weird desert world..... What was going on?
Gingerly she stood up, brushing the sand off of her skin with her hands. Her mind worked furiously to sort through the cloud of confusion filling her mind with uncertainty to find a solution, to find out where she could possibly be. She had never heard of a heaven planet looking like this. Was she in some kind of purgatory? Shakily, she started off, making her way up and down the endless sea of sand dunes, searching for any sign of life that could help her figure out what was happening. The black emptiness was oppressing, unbearable as she stumbled forward through the sand with no place to go.
Time seemed to slowly drift by, minutes turning into hours until the orange sun began illuminate the black night. Bulma stopped in her tracks, her large blues eyes watching in utter amazement as the light of the sun spilled across the endless sands, lighting up the golden sea of dunes. With a sigh, she ran a sand covered hand through the blue trendles falling over her face, leaving the strands flying in disarray. She started off again, climbing another particularly big dune, her hands desperately trying to get a hold on the loose sand as she hurled her body up.
The wind swirled clouds sand in little dust devils as the sun slowly rose to its peak in the vast sky, blinding wandering eyes. Bulma trudged on, sweat clinging to her body and dripping off of the darkened strands of her light blue hair to fall to the ground. The heat of the sun burned her delicate exposed skin, leaving it red and raw, as the sand grew unbearably hot, burning holes into her green sock, scorching the sole of her foot. Her hands and knees were blistering from the agonizing heat of the sand as she climbed, tears burning behind her eyes and in her dry throat at the intense pain of her mounting wounds. Bulma found herself praying desperately for the sun to set and end this painful torture.
The light of the sky began to dim, the sun sinking beyond the horizon leaving behind light hues blue and lavender slowly darkening into deeper hues of midnight blue and purple. Endless hours of mind-numbing pain had past leaving Bulma stumbling across the cooling sands. Her knees buckled in exhaustion and pain, her burnt injured body molding into a cool bed of sand. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep, allow the comfort of slumber to take away the burning pain throbbing all over her frail body. Just as she lowered her lashes, she heard the crunch of sand underneath what sounded like a boot. Her dark lashes fluttered up, her body reluctantly forcing itself up into a sitting position to look at who was before her. Her eyes focused on the dark shadow spreading across the sand around her, moving until she came in contact with the large looming figure.
At first it looked like a man with long dark hair tied at the nape of his neck dressed in all black glaring down at her. But then she noticed the paleness of his skin, the long ragged nails grown yellow with rot. His skin seemed to be stretched far too tight across his skull, the hollows under his cheek bones clearly apparent. His mouth was drawn up into a snarl of a smile, his blackened gums receding in his mouth, exposing long bloodstained fangs protruding from the other sharpened teeth. His eyes were pitch black with a thin ring of crimson surrounding its merciless void, fire flickering in their depths.
((Disclaimer: I do not own DBGT or its characters....' darn.....I wanted Vegeta for myself...;_; ))
2. Endless Sands
The grass stretched out over the horizon like a never-ending sea of emerald and small white and yellow flowers grew in little clusters everywhere the suns rays could reach. Yet a foul wind blew in the air, and the entire planet seemed to be blanketed in a veil of deathly silence as Bulma's intense sapphire eyes searched the peaceful landscape relentlessly for the source of this unease. What was happening? Unconsciously, she brought her hand to her throat in a protective feminine gesture. The wind tugged at the trendles of her hair as she turned her head back towards Tabora, lines of worry sketched into the contours of her face, reflected in the depths of her eyes. What was going on down there? Was everyone alright?
Vegeta...
Maleficent clouds darkened the skies and a swirling gale rapidly replaced the gentle breeze, tearing delicate yellow and white pedals from the sea of flowers into its turbulent winds. Bulma was pushed back by the force, rolling and digging her fingers into the soft earth to keep from being blown away. It was when she was able to lift her gaze upward, toward the sky, that she could see the bright flashes of lightning that lit up her features, the gigantic reddish-black energy blast that was coming straight for the planet at a blurring speed.
Her eyes widened in horror, tears shimmering in her eyes as the burning energy blew at her with its tremendous force, causing her to dig her fingers deeper into the soil and rock to keep from being blown away. It cut and burned into her delicate skin, tearing through her clothes. The pain bore into her flesh and bone, the energy far too much for her frail body to bare. Why was this happening to her? Huge earthquakes cracked and bore into the once peaceful terrain, igniting spouts of molten lava and flame to spew hundreds of miles into the reddening sky as the energy engulfed the tiny planet. A high pitched scream ripped from her throat, overflowing with pain as the fierce heat and force of the energy consumed her body completely.
The three moons shown a light purple through the dark rolling clouds that spread across the deep blue of the night sky. Warm, dry winds swept across the barren, endless sands of the desert. Scorpions, mice, and other small animals burrowed into their camouflaged dwellings, seeking shelter from the desert's strong winds. Thunder boomed and rumbled across the stormy sky as flashes of lightning lit up the clouds. The winds picked up, starting to swirl around one spot in the sky, causing the dark clouds to take up the motion. A black void seemed to slowly spread across that tight circle, the boiling thunder crashing loudly against the ominous clouds as if in protest.
A flowing white figure seemed to emerge from the black void, free falling slowly to the earth. It was a woman, the blue trendles of her short hair moving with the wind accenting her fair features although lines of strain were etched near her mouth even in her peaceful state. Glowing specks of light clung to her body in long flowing streams as her body fell from the sky, her long legs dangling behind her falling form. She landed softly on one of the large sand dunes, which appeared a pale blue under the light of the moons, small spouts of sand flying up in all directions around her with the impact. She rolled down the slope unconsciously, finally stopping at the bottom. Grains of sand clung to her tattered clothing; her dress lay in rags, rips and tears in the orange-brown fabric exposing more skin than it was hiding. One of her shoes was missing, revealing her green sock covered in dirt. Smudges of ash and dirt also covered several parts of her body. Her dark eyelashes were two dark cresents on her high, delicate cheekbones.
With a soft moan of protest escaping her lips, her eyes fluttered and rose slowly. Blinking rapidly to bring her surroundings into view, she shifted her position tentatively, slowly drawing herself up into a sitting position. Moving her head from side to side, her deep blue eyes searched the area, looking for anything familiar. That was when she spotted the three lavender moons filling the dark night sky. On Earth, Piccalo had blown up the moon to stop Gohan from destroying the Earth when he had transformed into a giant ape. But here there were three moons, the light, blueish-purple one was the largest off to the east. The other two were smaller and close together, farther to the west. Where was she? What had happened? She remembered being consumed by the energy, the blackness that had enveloped her after. But now she was stranded in some weird desert world..... What was going on?
Gingerly she stood up, brushing the sand off of her skin with her hands. Her mind worked furiously to sort through the cloud of confusion filling her mind with uncertainty to find a solution, to find out where she could possibly be. She had never heard of a heaven planet looking like this. Was she in some kind of purgatory? Shakily, she started off, making her way up and down the endless sea of sand dunes, searching for any sign of life that could help her figure out what was happening. The black emptiness was oppressing, unbearable as she stumbled forward through the sand with no place to go.
Time seemed to slowly drift by, minutes turning into hours until the orange sun began illuminate the black night. Bulma stopped in her tracks, her large blues eyes watching in utter amazement as the light of the sun spilled across the endless sands, lighting up the golden sea of dunes. With a sigh, she ran a sand covered hand through the blue trendles falling over her face, leaving the strands flying in disarray. She started off again, climbing another particularly big dune, her hands desperately trying to get a hold on the loose sand as she hurled her body up.
The wind swirled clouds sand in little dust devils as the sun slowly rose to its peak in the vast sky, blinding wandering eyes. Bulma trudged on, sweat clinging to her body and dripping off of the darkened strands of her light blue hair to fall to the ground. The heat of the sun burned her delicate exposed skin, leaving it red and raw, as the sand grew unbearably hot, burning holes into her green sock, scorching the sole of her foot. Her hands and knees were blistering from the agonizing heat of the sand as she climbed, tears burning behind her eyes and in her dry throat at the intense pain of her mounting wounds. Bulma found herself praying desperately for the sun to set and end this painful torture.
The light of the sky began to dim, the sun sinking beyond the horizon leaving behind light hues blue and lavender slowly darkening into deeper hues of midnight blue and purple. Endless hours of mind-numbing pain had past leaving Bulma stumbling across the cooling sands. Her knees buckled in exhaustion and pain, her burnt injured body molding into a cool bed of sand. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep, allow the comfort of slumber to take away the burning pain throbbing all over her frail body. Just as she lowered her lashes, she heard the crunch of sand underneath what sounded like a boot. Her dark lashes fluttered up, her body reluctantly forcing itself up into a sitting position to look at who was before her. Her eyes focused on the dark shadow spreading across the sand around her, moving until she came in contact with the large looming figure.
At first it looked like a man with long dark hair tied at the nape of his neck dressed in all black glaring down at her. But then she noticed the paleness of his skin, the long ragged nails grown yellow with rot. His skin seemed to be stretched far too tight across his skull, the hollows under his cheek bones clearly apparent. His mouth was drawn up into a snarl of a smile, his blackened gums receding in his mouth, exposing long bloodstained fangs protruding from the other sharpened teeth. His eyes were pitch black with a thin ring of crimson surrounding its merciless void, fire flickering in their depths.