Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch Me When I Fall ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Majin Maljita 
A dream that connects two people who are destined to be together.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2004 | Updated On: 05.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
A dream that connects two people who are destined to be together.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.03.2004 | Updated On: 05.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
Catch Me When I Fall
By: Majin Maljita
A/N: I just got really inspired to try something different for a change. Y'know? I'll promise I'll update them when I have the right motivation. I'm just recovering from a serious case of "game-impassion-syndrome" in other words I've been playing a lot of Legacy of Goku II, and Final Fantasy X-2 lately. Hehe. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this story!
Note: This will be a cross between following the show, and an A/U. So, If you don't like that idea, then don't read this. OK? It starts out in a dream, and then the main character will awake in an apartment in West City. I'm not telling who will though. Lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, nor will I ever. It rightfully belongs to Akira Toriyama, so do not sue me because I really don't have anything that I can give you. Mmk? This will also be the first and last disclaimer because I find these things to get in the way, a lot.
" " - speach
"italics" - dream speach
'italics' - thoughts
bold - emphasis, or title/scene change
italics - dream sequence/chapter title
'bold' - bond
Warning: There are hints of blood and violence in the dream sequence. You are forewarned. If you get queasy thinking about it, try and skip over it.
P r o l o g u e
A fallen angel of dreams...
. . .It was cold and pitch black in the center of the dreamer's heart. There was not one trace of light within the obscure oblivion. He would continue to walk along the path in his mind until everything became bright.
The scenery changed, and he was suddenly in a peaceful field. Beautiful flowers scattered, and the blue jays and cardinals were gracefully singing among the tree tops. Eyes of obsidian would catch sight of a dark cloud swarming in the distance. Curiousity would bring the shadowed figure to head for that direction. As soon as he arrived he wished he didn't bother to come over.
Blood. Everywhere. A field of daisies were covered in it. The crimson liquid tainted the purity of the flower. There, at the end of the field lay a body completely drenched in blood. It almost made him sick to his stomach. The smell of rotting flesh lingered in the air. Worst of all, the body bathing in blood was a woman's.
She had long aquamarine tresses that looked as if they flowed to the small of her back. She also had soft, white skin and there was no doubt that she was beautiful. A stained knife lay next to her body. A thin red line was traced across her throat. Her once colorful, bright eyes had faded to a ghostly shade of white.
A tight knot formed in his stomach and water threatened to spill from his eyes laced with melancholy. Why did he feel as if he had to cry for this fallen beauty? Why were these foreign emotions taking control over his body? Why was this woman so important to him? What connection did the two have? These questions began to flood his mind. He felt he would never ever get the answer to them.
He knelt down and reached towards the knife, gently picking it up and bringing it dangerously close to his chest. Something was just about to happen until the image in his mind flashed a bright white again. When it cleared he was standing on top of a mountain staring at an image of himself, and the girl who had been dead in the field.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot. His replica faded and then he was in the position that the image was. The emotions of the replica took over and a knife appeared in his hand. He fought an inner battle and pushed the woman off the cliff, but fell down and grabbed her hand, trying to save her.
Those beautiful blue eyes glanced lovingly into his and a soft whisper tainted his evil soul. It was her voice, full of question and anger, but also love.
"Why Vegeta? Why are you doing this? Do you not love me, anymore? I have been nothing but good to you. Can't we have one more chance?"
In a flash, he was back in his spot and the image had come back, in the same position he had just been in. He was holding on to her tightly, trying to bring her back up over the edge. Then that image turned into his father. A sickening laugh reached his ears and he heard his father speak.
"I'm getting rid of your weakness, my son. There's nothing you can do to save her. She will be dead before you know it, and you are powerless to stop me. You always were a failure. You failed to become the legendary, you failed at beating Frieza and you let that third class weakling surpass you. You've also failed to protect your mate from me. I will kill her and then your soul will be mine again. I will have to brainwash you all over again, what a pity."
As soon as he tried to move, something shocked him and made him fall to his knees. His father slit her throat and plunged the knife through his mate's heart and dropped her from the cliff. Tears spilled from his eyes as he cried for the very last time, before the scenery in his mind went black.
When the ebony faded, he was back in the field next to the body of his mate. The stained knife in his hand and hovering above his chest. Just as the cold steel touched his warm flesh, everything ended. The scenery faded and he let out a long fierce cry of the word "no."
A/N: That's the end of the prologue. I hope you enjoyed reading that and want me to continue. If you don't, I suppose that's alright, too. I also promise that I'll get around to updating. I really will. You'll just have to give me a little bit more time. Been busy with school lately and stuff, and my video games, too. Lol. Ok.
By: Majin Maljita
A/N: I just got really inspired to try something different for a change. Y'know? I'll promise I'll update them when I have the right motivation. I'm just recovering from a serious case of "game-impassion-syndrome" in other words I've been playing a lot of Legacy of Goku II, and Final Fantasy X-2 lately. Hehe. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this story!
Note: This will be a cross between following the show, and an A/U. So, If you don't like that idea, then don't read this. OK? It starts out in a dream, and then the main character will awake in an apartment in West City. I'm not telling who will though. Lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, nor will I ever. It rightfully belongs to Akira Toriyama, so do not sue me because I really don't have anything that I can give you. Mmk? This will also be the first and last disclaimer because I find these things to get in the way, a lot.
" " - speach
"italics" - dream speach
'italics' - thoughts
bold - emphasis, or title/scene change
italics - dream sequence/chapter title
'bold' - bond
Warning: There are hints of blood and violence in the dream sequence. You are forewarned. If you get queasy thinking about it, try and skip over it.
P r o l o g u e
A fallen angel of dreams...
. . .It was cold and pitch black in the center of the dreamer's heart. There was not one trace of light within the obscure oblivion. He would continue to walk along the path in his mind until everything became bright.
The scenery changed, and he was suddenly in a peaceful field. Beautiful flowers scattered, and the blue jays and cardinals were gracefully singing among the tree tops. Eyes of obsidian would catch sight of a dark cloud swarming in the distance. Curiousity would bring the shadowed figure to head for that direction. As soon as he arrived he wished he didn't bother to come over.
Blood. Everywhere. A field of daisies were covered in it. The crimson liquid tainted the purity of the flower. There, at the end of the field lay a body completely drenched in blood. It almost made him sick to his stomach. The smell of rotting flesh lingered in the air. Worst of all, the body bathing in blood was a woman's.
She had long aquamarine tresses that looked as if they flowed to the small of her back. She also had soft, white skin and there was no doubt that she was beautiful. A stained knife lay next to her body. A thin red line was traced across her throat. Her once colorful, bright eyes had faded to a ghostly shade of white.
A tight knot formed in his stomach and water threatened to spill from his eyes laced with melancholy. Why did he feel as if he had to cry for this fallen beauty? Why were these foreign emotions taking control over his body? Why was this woman so important to him? What connection did the two have? These questions began to flood his mind. He felt he would never ever get the answer to them.
He knelt down and reached towards the knife, gently picking it up and bringing it dangerously close to his chest. Something was just about to happen until the image in his mind flashed a bright white again. When it cleared he was standing on top of a mountain staring at an image of himself, and the girl who had been dead in the field.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot. His replica faded and then he was in the position that the image was. The emotions of the replica took over and a knife appeared in his hand. He fought an inner battle and pushed the woman off the cliff, but fell down and grabbed her hand, trying to save her.
Those beautiful blue eyes glanced lovingly into his and a soft whisper tainted his evil soul. It was her voice, full of question and anger, but also love.
"Why Vegeta? Why are you doing this? Do you not love me, anymore? I have been nothing but good to you. Can't we have one more chance?"
In a flash, he was back in his spot and the image had come back, in the same position he had just been in. He was holding on to her tightly, trying to bring her back up over the edge. Then that image turned into his father. A sickening laugh reached his ears and he heard his father speak.
"I'm getting rid of your weakness, my son. There's nothing you can do to save her. She will be dead before you know it, and you are powerless to stop me. You always were a failure. You failed to become the legendary, you failed at beating Frieza and you let that third class weakling surpass you. You've also failed to protect your mate from me. I will kill her and then your soul will be mine again. I will have to brainwash you all over again, what a pity."
As soon as he tried to move, something shocked him and made him fall to his knees. His father slit her throat and plunged the knife through his mate's heart and dropped her from the cliff. Tears spilled from his eyes as he cried for the very last time, before the scenery in his mind went black.
When the ebony faded, he was back in the field next to the body of his mate. The stained knife in his hand and hovering above his chest. Just as the cold steel touched his warm flesh, everything ended. The scenery faded and he let out a long fierce cry of the word "no."
A/N: That's the end of the prologue. I hope you enjoyed reading that and want me to continue. If you don't, I suppose that's alright, too. I also promise that I'll get around to updating. I really will. You'll just have to give me a little bit more time. Been busy with school lately and stuff, and my video games, too. Lol. Ok.