Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Fall of the Mighty ( Chapter 19 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Saying goodbye is always difficult but this will break a very special heart.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.29.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 711 | Status: Work In Progress
Saying goodbye is always difficult but this will break a very special heart.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.29.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 711 | Status: Work In Progress
Do not own…blah blah blah…however I do love writing this fic as much as you like reading it. Any feedback is always appreciated.
The backbone of Vegeta-sei has to be its mountains. Their majestic heights stretch up into the red and purple sky as if raising a fist to challenge the clouds to a mighty duel. Almost impervious to the weather, and barely tested by time, they stand. These mammoths of the mountainside seem immortal, but without warning, their time could be up. In a flash, something terrible may befall the land causing the great formation to fall into the seas of Venicia.
Praelium was the grandest of all the ranges. Majestic and menacing –both at the same time. A worthy few were chosen to ascend its mighty ridges to the summit. Many had died in the attempt to defeat the imposing monoliths, but the few who were successful were said to have received a blessing from the Ourea, the appointed gods of the mountains. They would return brilliant as if kissed by the sun itself, bursting with a fulfillment that was indescribable. Long lives and many riches would follow these survivors of Praelium, but never did they reveal the exact nature of what happened while atop the mountain. They could only affirm that they were there and never shall they be the same.
Alas, one can look upon its greatness no more. A fierce lightning storm over an eon ago waged war on the rocky formation. It lasted longer than any storm ever recorded. Over and over the storm unleashed mighty blows into the heart of the mountains. It seemed the beating would never end. The proud, crumbling mountain stood against its foe with the strength, honor and courage of a true warrior. In the end, a fatal stroke of lightning, coupled with a quake from the planet’s core made the impossible, possible. The mountain fell. Vegeta-sei stood still. An era had ended.
The Saiyans of Vegeta-sei would recall the same ominous, empty, and sickening feeling when told of the assassination of their beloved King, Vegeta XXVII.
The blood-curdling scream of the young handmaiden who discovered the body could be heard echoing down every corridor. A groggy Prince was jolted from his very warm bed that he shared with his beloved Onna. She was still asleep..she could sleep through anything it seemed.
The scream stopped but it was followed by the sound of many running pairs of feet. Vegeta could not ignore this movement, it meant emergency. He was on his feet in an instant, grabbing a pair of shorts and a black tank top, and dressed as he dashed for the door. He stopped and stared at the mob.
It was absolute chaos.
Fighting his way through, he was finally met with the ashen face of the captain of the guard.
“What the hell is going on here?” barked Vegeta at the soldier.
“Sir- I-your—“ the captain stammered. Vegeta grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close.
“I asked you a fucking question asshole. You had better answer, NOW”
Swallowing thickly, the soldier wheezed “The King---killed. Don’t …know…who…” Vegeta dropped the captain to the floor and moved faster than the eye could see to his father’s room.
Vegeta stood stock still at the opening to the King’s chamber. For once in his life, he was afraid. The boy who lived deep in his dark heart did not want to view the damage wrought upon his beloved father. He dare not tremble in front of his people. They were looking to him for strength, to carry them into the future. The citizenry needed him to step forward, into despair, into his father’s large shoes, into his role as the next King.
He stiffened his spine and traveled through the dimly lit area. Not that he needed light with his superior Saiyan vision, but light would have helped comfort him –at least he thought so. Somber and drawn faces looked his way. They bowed respectfully at his glare. Not one word was spoken as the group parted like a living curtain being pulled away to display a macabre scene.
The smell of blood had already stained his senses and now that Vegeta was closer to the King, he was assaulted with odors of defecation, urine, and the beginnings of putrefaction as the body began the decaying process. Vegeta had to still his own quivering insides whilst taking in the foul air wafting through the room.
Vegeta finally looked at the corpse. The sight did require him to take in a short gasp of breath. The King’s aristocratic head had been severed from his thick and corded neck. Not quickly with a Ki strike—Vegeta could tell as there weren’t the blast marks he would expect. No this was something unique, a Ki rope garrote. Vegeta imagined that the cowardly and soon to be dead attacker was able to surprise his father and loop his neck from behind. Then he twisted the energized bands slowly---probably whispering his evil plan into the falling patriarch’s ear---stealing the last respirations from his victim. As a signal of final defeat, King Vegeta’s bowels and bladder vacated as his head rolled down to the tiled floor. The greatest leader this planet had ever known was left in a pile of his own blood, piss, and shit as an ultimate ‘fuck you’ to the crown. Vegeta knew the pain and humiliation must have been excruciating. He closed his heart to the pain; he could not bear that now.
Vegeta knelt next to his father and saluted him and all who were with him followed suit.
“Bardock,” Vegeta said quietly while still looking upon the fallen Saiyan.
“Yes, my Prince”
In a very measured voice Vegeta ordered “Take every resource you need but find who did this. Bring the party before me,” Vegeta looked him over with a malicious glint in his eye. “--alive” he finished.
Bardock nodded respectfully, grabbed a cadre of soldiers, began collecting evidence, and questioning possible witnesses.
Bardock turned painfully to the now fatherless Saiyan. “Prince Vegeta, I will need the King’s…” Vegeta gave a fierce look that stalled him from finishing the request.
“Do what you must, Bardock, but have his body cleaned and ready for viewing in two cycles time as per our tradition.”
Bardock lowered his head to avoid the intense eye contact and whispered “I swear, it will be done.”
With all the dignity that was afforded to him by his station, Vegeta exited the room past the loyal and mourning. Making a swift right at the end of the corridor, his feet carried him swiftly back to his suite. Upon opening the door, he nearly leapt to the cleansing chamber, emptying the contents of his normally cast iron stomach into the commode. The action is loud and violent. It continued until dry, wracking heaves were available. Staggering on what seemed like new legs, Vegeta washed his face and mouth, ridding himself tears and filth.
He held his gaze low, not wanting to look at his own haggard reflection. He would have to tell the Onna—but not now. He would let her enjoy sleep. He mentally reached for her calming presence but received nothing but cold emptiness as a reply. Quick as a gunshot, he was in the bedroom trying to negate reality --but no joy was to be had, the bed they shared an hour before was empty and disheveled.
Vegeta stretched out to detect where his woman could be. Cold sweat began to trickle down his back as he tried over and over to scan for her Ki. He stretched to the very limit of his power only to come up with nothing, as if she never existed. Ultimately spent, he collapsed onto his knees-with tears in his eyes.
She was gone.
The backbone of Vegeta-sei has to be its mountains. Their majestic heights stretch up into the red and purple sky as if raising a fist to challenge the clouds to a mighty duel. Almost impervious to the weather, and barely tested by time, they stand. These mammoths of the mountainside seem immortal, but without warning, their time could be up. In a flash, something terrible may befall the land causing the great formation to fall into the seas of Venicia.
Praelium was the grandest of all the ranges. Majestic and menacing –both at the same time. A worthy few were chosen to ascend its mighty ridges to the summit. Many had died in the attempt to defeat the imposing monoliths, but the few who were successful were said to have received a blessing from the Ourea, the appointed gods of the mountains. They would return brilliant as if kissed by the sun itself, bursting with a fulfillment that was indescribable. Long lives and many riches would follow these survivors of Praelium, but never did they reveal the exact nature of what happened while atop the mountain. They could only affirm that they were there and never shall they be the same.
Alas, one can look upon its greatness no more. A fierce lightning storm over an eon ago waged war on the rocky formation. It lasted longer than any storm ever recorded. Over and over the storm unleashed mighty blows into the heart of the mountains. It seemed the beating would never end. The proud, crumbling mountain stood against its foe with the strength, honor and courage of a true warrior. In the end, a fatal stroke of lightning, coupled with a quake from the planet’s core made the impossible, possible. The mountain fell. Vegeta-sei stood still. An era had ended.
The Saiyans of Vegeta-sei would recall the same ominous, empty, and sickening feeling when told of the assassination of their beloved King, Vegeta XXVII.
The blood-curdling scream of the young handmaiden who discovered the body could be heard echoing down every corridor. A groggy Prince was jolted from his very warm bed that he shared with his beloved Onna. She was still asleep..she could sleep through anything it seemed.
The scream stopped but it was followed by the sound of many running pairs of feet. Vegeta could not ignore this movement, it meant emergency. He was on his feet in an instant, grabbing a pair of shorts and a black tank top, and dressed as he dashed for the door. He stopped and stared at the mob.
It was absolute chaos.
Fighting his way through, he was finally met with the ashen face of the captain of the guard.
“What the hell is going on here?” barked Vegeta at the soldier.
“Sir- I-your—“ the captain stammered. Vegeta grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close.
“I asked you a fucking question asshole. You had better answer, NOW”
Swallowing thickly, the soldier wheezed “The King---killed. Don’t …know…who…” Vegeta dropped the captain to the floor and moved faster than the eye could see to his father’s room.
Vegeta stood stock still at the opening to the King’s chamber. For once in his life, he was afraid. The boy who lived deep in his dark heart did not want to view the damage wrought upon his beloved father. He dare not tremble in front of his people. They were looking to him for strength, to carry them into the future. The citizenry needed him to step forward, into despair, into his father’s large shoes, into his role as the next King.
He stiffened his spine and traveled through the dimly lit area. Not that he needed light with his superior Saiyan vision, but light would have helped comfort him –at least he thought so. Somber and drawn faces looked his way. They bowed respectfully at his glare. Not one word was spoken as the group parted like a living curtain being pulled away to display a macabre scene.
The smell of blood had already stained his senses and now that Vegeta was closer to the King, he was assaulted with odors of defecation, urine, and the beginnings of putrefaction as the body began the decaying process. Vegeta had to still his own quivering insides whilst taking in the foul air wafting through the room.
Vegeta finally looked at the corpse. The sight did require him to take in a short gasp of breath. The King’s aristocratic head had been severed from his thick and corded neck. Not quickly with a Ki strike—Vegeta could tell as there weren’t the blast marks he would expect. No this was something unique, a Ki rope garrote. Vegeta imagined that the cowardly and soon to be dead attacker was able to surprise his father and loop his neck from behind. Then he twisted the energized bands slowly---probably whispering his evil plan into the falling patriarch’s ear---stealing the last respirations from his victim. As a signal of final defeat, King Vegeta’s bowels and bladder vacated as his head rolled down to the tiled floor. The greatest leader this planet had ever known was left in a pile of his own blood, piss, and shit as an ultimate ‘fuck you’ to the crown. Vegeta knew the pain and humiliation must have been excruciating. He closed his heart to the pain; he could not bear that now.
Vegeta knelt next to his father and saluted him and all who were with him followed suit.
“Bardock,” Vegeta said quietly while still looking upon the fallen Saiyan.
“Yes, my Prince”
In a very measured voice Vegeta ordered “Take every resource you need but find who did this. Bring the party before me,” Vegeta looked him over with a malicious glint in his eye. “--alive” he finished.
Bardock nodded respectfully, grabbed a cadre of soldiers, began collecting evidence, and questioning possible witnesses.
Bardock turned painfully to the now fatherless Saiyan. “Prince Vegeta, I will need the King’s…” Vegeta gave a fierce look that stalled him from finishing the request.
“Do what you must, Bardock, but have his body cleaned and ready for viewing in two cycles time as per our tradition.”
Bardock lowered his head to avoid the intense eye contact and whispered “I swear, it will be done.”
With all the dignity that was afforded to him by his station, Vegeta exited the room past the loyal and mourning. Making a swift right at the end of the corridor, his feet carried him swiftly back to his suite. Upon opening the door, he nearly leapt to the cleansing chamber, emptying the contents of his normally cast iron stomach into the commode. The action is loud and violent. It continued until dry, wracking heaves were available. Staggering on what seemed like new legs, Vegeta washed his face and mouth, ridding himself tears and filth.
He held his gaze low, not wanting to look at his own haggard reflection. He would have to tell the Onna—but not now. He would let her enjoy sleep. He mentally reached for her calming presence but received nothing but cold emptiness as a reply. Quick as a gunshot, he was in the bedroom trying to negate reality --but no joy was to be had, the bed they shared an hour before was empty and disheveled.
Vegeta stretched out to detect where his woman could be. Cold sweat began to trickle down his back as he tried over and over to scan for her Ki. He stretched to the very limit of his power only to come up with nothing, as if she never existed. Ultimately spent, he collapsed onto his knees-with tears in his eyes.
She was gone.