Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Damaged ❯ Cardboard cutouts ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A.N: okey dokey. This is the official chapter 1 so here we go.

I only remember bits and pieces of the last day I saw my home planet.

If I think hard enough, I can almost smell the wax on the newly polished floors and see the stained glass windows near the throne room.

I can almost hear the echo of my footsteps as I approached the room where my father and Frieza decided my fate.

There was a guard near the entrance of the throne room……….

"Prince Vegeta, You shouldn't be-"

No. That isn't right. Even as I hear his voice, his body crumbles into dust.

There was no guard.

The double doors were cracked slightly and I pushed them open brazenly. Both my father and Frieza turned to look at me.

I took a few steps beyond the threshold before I was thrown backwards by some unseen force. The doors slammed shut.

No. That wasn't it either. I did not go in….I listened at the doors. Yes! That is correct, I believe.

I stood up and put my ear to the door.

"That is very wise of you, Vegeta, I expect the boy will be ready when I send for him."

"Of course, Lord Frieza."

"Very well,then."

The doors opened again.

My father and all of the elites lay dead around Frieza. That didn't happen

He stood with his hand outstretched, tha cold smile on his face.

I walked toward him and the walls of the palace began to collapse around us.

This didn't…..

Please hold on just a little longer, don't go.

"My son," I heard my father whisper. I looked at him and then back at Frieza.

"Vegeta, I think it's time we left, my dear," he said, the cold smile waning.

The walls came down and fire came .

AN: I have no idea what this is. Please review if you think you can tell me. Please give me suggestions on where I should take this, 'cause I'm not really sure.