Heart of Darkness
It was a typical sleepless night for Guarda as she tossed and turn on her bed. The clock was about to strike midnight as time tends to do. Three hours of work and nothing to show for it. She raised herself from her bed naked her scarred skin visible thanks to the moonlight.
She was sweating despite the chill upon the air her breath visible. A cold present was felt in her chambers but she didn't know of were or of whom it might be. Her hand went to her side and ki she emitted lit the room.
In an unsure look upon her face she scanned the room for intruders but upon her scan saw nothing amiss. The room as it always was empty but for the few things that she kept her bed owned by the last guardian, her love's broken armor and a mirror cracked.
Her head feel into her waiting unlit hand. She rubbed her temple as she chastised herself for her paranoia. She looked at the armor as her eyes twitched. It finally felt as though sleep had come to her. But the feeling was odd unnatural as her eyes closed towards the armor.
There was an explosion she could hear in the distance her eyes opened again not find herself in her chambers in the Celestial Palace but instead in a unlit bunker, underground. She in a panic tried to look around but found that she had no control over her body.
She could feel small hands at her thigh and at her breast small hands clutching on to her. The explosion made the infant cry as the body tried to rock the infant to silence. The noise get louder as dust came from the ceiling.
She speaks but not her voice but of an alien voice of a panic woman she said "My Moss there is nothing to worry about. Your father will protect us." Different alien voice chimes in "Mommy are the monster outside?" Mother "Yes my little Lycha but as I said you father and all of those soldiers will protect us."
The screams and fighting grew louder as it seemed to enter whatever structure that this was. The Mother got down to her knees as her heard her little Lycha sobbing. She hugged him with all her might as the screams creeped closer and closer until they were at the door.
In a loud thud the door to the room feel down. Blinding light flooded the room as she pushed the elder behind herself and grasped a hold of a knife at her belt and pointed it at the door. The light seemed to dim and she could see a figure in the doorway.
The figure was clad in black old style Saiyan armor. A black hood over the figure's head along with a cape behind it. In the figure left hand was a familiar face to the mother, her husband being dragged along by the figure.
His face was nearly unrecognizable it was bloody and bashed in, only one of his eyes visible. His face was bloated the power armor was smashed and broken. His hand's and leg's limp on the ground. They looked at one another his looks spoke of absolute defeat of a crushed soul and pure uncut fear.
The dark figure chuckled darkly at this sight and then began to speak in familiar dark voice. Dark figure "I guess Major you get to see your family one last time. Now beg me for their lives and I will consider letting them go."
The Major attempted to speak but all that came out was hisses and moans. The figure had already cut his vocal cords but the man still tried in vain to speak. Dark figure "I can't hear you have to speak up." The man still tried and speak. Dark figure chuckling still "Well I guess he really doesn't care."
The dark figure's eyes and the mother's cross paths as they stare at one another. The mother tuffles body may shake with fear but her eyes spoke with steel. The dark figure seems a little taken aback by this fact.
Dark figure "No begging, no pleading, no bargaining just a knife and a stare." Dark figure looks back to the Major and says "I think I see why you chose this one." The dark figure drops the Major leaving this eye to see what comes next.
Dark figure "You know I had a husband and I still have two kids. So in a way I feel where you're coming from so just start begging and I will make it quicker." The mother nods her head 'No'. The familiar eyes of the dark figure grow livid as the gloved hand tightens into a fist the white teeth flash it's fangs.
The dark figure gets close enough that the mother tries swinging her knife at the dark figure. The dark figure with ease catches her hand and crushes her wrist like it was a flower petal. The children cry out as the knife falls to the floor. The mother fails to cry out but at this point tears stream down her face.
Out of her hands the dark figure takes the crying infant as it struggles to hold on to its mother. The dark figure screams into the mother's face "BEG ME!" Now paralyzed with fear the mother find herself unable to speak.
The mother tries to rush and grab the infant but the dark figures leg pushes her down by the chest as the elder boy cling yet onto its mother crying.
The dark figure frustrated takes the infants head into her hand then with a sick smile on its face crushes the infants head with her hand. The babe's tiny undeveloped skull proves no match for her hand. The cries from the child cease the room turns quiet as the mother's world also cease to exist.
Dark figure angry "All you had to do was beg and you couldn't even do that could you? Worthless tuffle did you think my feelings would stop me? Did you? Did you think god would come down and save your brood because they were innocent, pure and good? I don't think you got the goddamn message. No one fucking cares. No the gods above or the demons below not anyone. The only thing that matters is your own strength. This world it has no mercy there is no reward for being good or just. It's just about victims and victimizers, sheep and wolves, cattle and cattle farmers. And because you tried to be good, tried to be just, you turned out weak and you couldn't protect them any of them! Morals do nothing but hold you back from what you need to be to survive, to protect them. Now look at me I tried all that but now I see the way to protect them. I'm ruthless, I just crush an innocent baby in my hands. I can protect them now I can make them safe nothing else matter. Get it?"
The mother can barely process the words spoke or the incident that just occur she merely whines as a prelude to a full on hysterical break down. The dark figure drops the corpse of the infant to the floor.
Dark figure tears in the eyes "I don't feel like you been listening to a word I have said!" The dark figure grasps for the elder boy and pull him in front of her. Dark figure "BEG ME!" Before she can even try and respond. The dark figure hand goes to the boy's chin and rips his head off with the ease of ripping wet paper.
The dark figure tosses the head away as the blood from neck spurs out covering both the women in blood. The dark figure falls towards the former mother and places her hands around the former mother's neck. The dark figure slowly strangles her taking her time trying to allow the message to seep in.
The struggle though is over in what seems like an eternity the former mother is now death, the children dead, the husband expired out of the wounds and grief, the family dead. The dark figure rises from her kills covered in babe's blood looks down upon all she wrought with distain.
Dark figure "Should have begged." A new figure enters the room a flame haired young man and says "The day is ours mother the city has been culled and brother has claim victory over the radio in the Gills province. The road to Morel has opened!"
The dark figure looks at him with a soft touch as she soon grabs ahold of him and hugs him like the time he broke his leg and he cried out. She remember how much it killed her to see him bleed and see his bone.
She looked to his face to see it had dust and blood upon it. She took off her bloody glove tossed to the ground licked her hand and started to rub his face much to his protests against it. She cleans his face to see the bright beautiful smiling face that by some miracle came out of her somehow. It seemed like he was born yesterday to her despite being adult.
The prince looks to the horror that was and still is this room and chuckles at the blood shred. Prince Veler "It looks like you had some funny. Whatever you did it was too good for them mother. Come on we got more ants to squash and we can't have fun with all of them or this would take forever."
Her bright star walks away from her cold to the slaughter, cold to the misery, cold to the hardship and blind the pain. But of course they are. It was how she raised them how she ended up teaching them to be. To be as ruthless and as cold as she wanted to be.
They were true survivors, true warriors, and true monsters. Nothing like her oldself or her husband just killers who became the rulers of killers of an empire of killers with only a heart of darkness beating at its core that of hatred.
Villains who bared her husband face and one baring her husband's name and another baring her pure hearted fathers name. And her eldest would nearly bare a brood of killers with one mere exception only because at one point he had been raised by others for a time.
She was a very good teacher.
To which Guarda woke from her attempts to slumber and processed to vomit and cry falling to the floor in sorrow shaking in fear and in sadness. But there was no one around to comfort her they were all gone only the ghost of the corrupt Palace to watch her agony.
In her agony she begged his armor to forgive her for what she had done to herself and the family. Guarda "I begged you to forgive me for what I have done was more than murder, more than cruelty." But there was still silence as the screaming voices of the tuffle race blared in her ear and all the other voice that her people had kill blared. It came from nowhere but yet everywhere then there was blackness.
As night turned to day she yet again woke this time on the floor in a puddle of vomit and tears. She cleaned herself off and went about her day. She was glad that Broly had not heard her screams or seen her in such condition.
After she was sure that both herself and room was spotless. She went to the young boy's room with the intention of waking him. But upon seeing the sleeping boy decided to lay next to him and cuddle with him.
Guarda thinking "Maybe I could get this one right?"
Have fun trying to sleep after this.