Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Continuation of Captain Moonlight ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Merie Linson's story (continuation of Captain Moonlight)

Continuation of

Captain Moonlight

Chapter One

Vegeta was barely aware of his own splitting headache as he slowly awakened he groggily squinted his ebon black eyes into the humid, pitch dark surrounding the Prince of Saiyins. Instantly regretting so, as even the pitch surrounding him caused a lance of pain to stab through his eyes, making him acutely aware of every ache inside his body. His muscles involuntarily convulsed from the immense pain causing him to groan, and roll onto his back. Inside Vegeta's slowly throbbing head he forced himself to focus on the events, that brought him here, to the dirty, dank little cell.

Slowly, after much effort few memories emerged, as if from the depths of a pit of molasses. He remembered Merlina. A deep wrathful anger boiled inside his mind at the memory of her beautiful voice, reminding him of his promise to dine an early evening meal with her that night. Little did he know what would become of her sweet offer. Later, after he arrived at Merlina's house she met him with unusually sweet speech, offering him complements, and Champaign. After they drank the fine liquor, she offered him another evening drink before they ate their light meal.

Straining as he was Vegeta could only remember how good the food was and not of what the meal consisted of, if she had drugged the food, or if it was truly a genuinely good meal. However, he did remember her handing him a third drink, but by this time, his mind was greatly affected by the liquor that he already consumed, as he has no head for alcohol. After the third drink, Vegeta could bring only a few memories to surface.

As the Fallen Prince rolled onto his side, a wave of incredible pain overtook him, making him desire to scream out, but his clenched muscles lodged his outcry halfway up in his throat before he could lash out. Forcing himself to continue recalling his memories, he suppressed his desires and moved onward in remembering his grand mistakes. With the pain came a memory, he now remembered how Merlina persuaded him to be tattooed, of what he could not remember; though, he did recall his stupidity in allowing it.

Vegeta clenched his aching fists tight around his tunic forcing memories out of his fogged mind. Realizing how foolish he was he paused before squeezing his eyes shut, he remembered more of Merlina's treacherous acts. After Merlina had applied the tattoo, she began to harmlessly flirt with him. Drawing him to her bedroom, she passionately kissed him as she drew back to look into his eyes, accidentally biting his lip. To which Vegeta recollected his laughter and his loss of all restraint as he proceeded to lay her back upon the bed, as one thing always leads to another.

Troubled, Vegeta rolled onto his back, doing his best to ignore the resulting wave of nausea; he strained his fogged mind to remember. Trying again and again, he could not remember what followed the little bedroom scene, and what foolishness caused him to be in the rank cell. Each memory was entwined with another, making it difficult to even remember small snippets of what he participated in, willing or not. Finally accepting fatigue Vegeta slowly allowed himself to drift into a tormented sleep.

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Merlina watched Vegeta's vain struggles from the heavy wooden door, guilded with iron, open so that she may observe her captive. Barely able to keep herself concealed from him in her excitement. Though if he could read thoughts, she would be betrayed; me! I can control the second most influential man in Saiyin society! For him to be my love, for him to end the reign of blood! My bidding is all he will know. Bowing her head to stare at the cold stone floor, she added to herself on a more somber note; may he forgive me for what I have done before I die. If he kills me, or tries, I would understand. For what I have done is unforgivable. The Saiyin priestess cried a single tear of sadness that lingered upon her down turned face before falling from her pale cheek to land upon the hard stone floor. Weeping internally, Merlina slowly closed the large door, whispering an endearment to Vegeta before she walked down the dungeon hallway, each dripping stone carrying the sadness of her heart.

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A night, or perhaps a fortnight passed as Vegeta slumbered upon the cold hard floor. When the Prince slowly awakened, he found himself lying on his back, stretched out on the damp floor of his cell. Rolling onto his feet, he began to impatiently survey his surroundings; Vegeta stood inside a small torchlit cell carved out of stone, save for a large, heavy wooden door, with iron supports. Pacing to the door, he lifted his hand, noting how lazily his arm moved, he tried the iron ring of a handle and discovered that it was locked. Cursing the door, he stepped back and began to increase his power level to blast the cursed thing off its hinges. Preparing for the shockwave, Vegeta suddenly felt all his massive power backfire, sending white-hot flares of pain up through his arms and into his shoulders throwing him back with incredible force to crash into the far wall, crumbling rock and immobilizing him.

It was several minutes before Vegeta found enough sense and strength to move himself from the floor to look in amazement upon the door. The portal appeared, as it was, before he attempted to blast it down. Where did all my power go then? Up my arms? Vegeta demanded of himself. He stared stupidly at his hands, wondering what could have caused his impressive power to backfire, and in such a way. Dismissing the occurrence as a mere fluke, the Saiyin once again set himself to destroy the door, widening his stance, squarely facing his target. Just as he began to conjure the power from within himself, it flared up in his arms and threw him back once again into the rock wall, which once again crumbled.

Astonished, Vegeta sat in a stupor on the ground before a will, not of his own came over him to stand, he did so, quite absentmindedly. Looking around himself again, he now noticed a simple wooden bed, with sheets, a pillow, covers and a down duvet, resting beside another heavy wood and iron supported door. Curious, Vegeta walked over to it and tried the simple iron handle. To his mild surprise, the old door let out a resounding screech of misuse before it creaked open on its hinges as he slowly swung the door around.

Behind the door lay another stone torchlit room, with a very large and shiny copper cauldron filled with hot, steaming water; the cauldron sat over abed of glowing coals. To the left of the cauldron sat an iron tub in a sharply cut corner, obviously made for bathing. To the right of the cauldron was a sink of carved stone, with a glass mirror, sharp razor, a large bar of soap and white terry washcloth. Behind and to the right of the cauldron was a toilet, facing the opposite corner, in which was a floor-to-ceiling cabinet made of stained oak wood facing the white porcelain and very modern. Letting the door creak shut behind him Vegeta gathered the soap and washcloth from the sink and set them on the corner of the tub. Sighing, Vegeta lifted the large cauldron and poured the tub full of hot, steaming water. Setting the cauldron back on its cast iron stand over the coals, he began to strip himself of the simple gray cotton tunic, black commoner's work pants and his simple leather thong sandals, as he undressed Vegeta wondered, where did that goddamned, infernal bitch put my armor?! Groaning gently as he slipped himself into the tub of hot water, letting his guard down to relax, and enjoy his hot bath.