Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fall of the Mighty ❯ Fall of the Mighty ( Chapter 1 )

~Author's Notes~

Okay. This is my second posted fic but I wrote it way before "A bond revealed". It has not been completed but rest assured that there are plenty of written chapters that just need to be typed so I will see to that when the time comes. This will most definitely be *!yaoi!* in the future so if you have a problem with that consider yourself forewarned. This chapter, however, contains only violence and major angst as will the rest of the fic. If this fic resembles any other rest assured that I wrote it months before I ever read any that contained these sorts of situations and plots. I have noticed one fic that is very similar in parts but I have not gotten around to reading it all the way through so I don't know what happens. Well, Veggie and Kaky are pretty OOC at times. I know, I wrote it, I meant to do it. I wanted Vegeta to have to face something he doesn't handle very well, weakness. And Kaky is a bit more forthright and aggressive than usual. Not too much, that would be wrong. Please Review. I think that I write pretty well but if I am to be a real writer someday I'm going to have to practice and get criticism. If I thought this was crappy I wouldn't ask for reviews because that is pointless. I think it's okay and I want to know what *you* think. I think A Bond Revealed is much better but it has only gotten 11 reviews.

Here's a question that should be familiar to you all. "Why am I here? What have I done to justify my existence?" Why wasn't I cleared from the path to make way for someone more worthy? Do you have an answer? I don't.

`…' - denotes thoughts

Enjoy! And Review! And check out my other story.

~End Author's Notes~

Trust me, if I had anything to do with creating DBZ it wouldn't take two months to kill every villain and it would probably be named something lame like Rogueball.

*Fall of the Mighty*

Goku lay on a grassy slope watching the sky. If he concentrated he could hear sounds of civilization where he once only heard crickets. The sounds were still distant but they steadily encroached upon his mountain home as the years went by. All the kids were grown and had kids of their own and soon all those kids would have new families too, yet Goku still resembled a man in his prime. He was a grandpa, a great grandpa, an uncle and great uncle and still he looked to be no more than thirty.

He never thought longevity would be so boring.

He was alone a lot now when he wasn't babysitting or training his great grandkids/nephews/nieces. Ever since Chi Chi died he'd been alone. He didn't mind so much, he knew he'd see her again someday but it was taking longer than he'd expected. Even Vegeta had stopped showing up to spar as often as he used to, which bothered Goku even more than the boredom. He missed Vegeta terribly but knew better than to go looking for him, that would only make the prince stay away longer. Ah well. He shook away the melancholy thoughts and decided to go for a swim in the lake since he had nothing better to do.

Far away the prince of Saiyajin stood on a jagged bluff overlooking the crashing shoreline of an uninhabited island. A sour grimace permeated his features while he gazed down at the sharp foamy rocks below. He too was reminiscing over the past and present though his thoughts were somewhat darker than Goku's. Not as dark as they once would have been but unpleasant nonetheless. He berated himself harshly for this weak sentimentalism.

There was nothing for him anymore. No sport, no challenge, He didn't even have the woman to amuse him anymore. All that was left that he found any kind of satisfaction in were his grand children and they were growing up fast. There was Kakarotto… He felt the same things Vegeta felt about this life but…something seemed different. Life here on this mudball was too quiet now, too…peaceful. He ached for strife, for a fight…he needed it. He longed for the struggle of survival, the push to the limits and beyond. The prince had lived longer than most veteran warriors on Vegetasai ever did and had lived a hard life. To think that the rest of his hard won life would be endured under such stagnant conditions was ludicrous, making him ache even more. Perhaps he should go see Kakarott. If he could manage to piss off the younger man it just might be worth his time. He could use a distraction from the pointlessness of his life and the thought of blood on his knuckles made him shiver with anticipation. It didn't matter whose blood, it was all the same in his mind.

As the prince flew over the endless ocean his mood grew worse. What was there for him anymore? What was there that was of any importance? What was left that was worth his time…his life? He lived for the fight, for the pain. There had never truly been anything else. He was devoted to his children and grand children and even those brats of Kakarrott. He would give up his life for them but that point was mute in this time of peace. Beyond that he had nothing for them. He was incapable of love, he knew that. The emotion had been burned out of him before he ever entered adulthood. The woman had amused him, she had been a distraction that made his existence warmer but he would be hard pressed to ever truly say it had been anything as admirable as love. Even so, he had not felt whole since she had departed this world. Just one more addition to his dissatisfaction. He thought back to all that had happened since he'd come to this planet, all the things he had conquered and all the times he'd failed miserably. He'd done so many things, had so many accomplishments, and now he had nothing. He was nothing.

Nothing. Had never been anything.

A flood of anguish washed through him with such an intensity that it was painful. He stopped in the air, the feeling overwhelming his self control. It was almost tangible as it ate away at him from the inside. Shaking visibly he threw his head back and bellowed to the sky seeking relief from the horrible feeling. This was not the first time the dark despair had gripped him. Each time before there had been some distraction, some cause for him to bury it again. Now that he was alone it seemed infinitely worse than any previous time. Rage flooded him for his inadequacy at dealing with this onslaught of ragged emotions but it only made the turmoil inside him even worse. He screamed again in frustration and sped off over the horizon.

Goku was headed home from his swim when he entered the clearing around his home to see none other than Vegeta standing before the little cottage. The shorter man stood with his back to Goku but turned to face him immediately sensing his presence. Goku grinned and waved but his cheerful greeting died in his throat at the expression upon Vegeta's face.

Vegeta's eyes were lifeless and shiny yet the intensity with which they bored into him caused Goku's breath to catch. He hesitated, unsure how to proceed. Vegeta saved him the trouble of choosing an avenue.

"Fight me."

The voice matched the eyes leaving no room for argument. To punctuate his words the prince powered up and leapt at the bigger Saiyan.

Immediately the younger man found himself retreating before the prince's massive onslaught. He felt a sort of desperation in Vegeta's attack that caused the hairs to stand up on the back of his neck. It had been a long time since Goku had seen this side of Vegeta. Goku tried to talk to his friend but quickly realized that he wasn't listening. The best he would be able to do would be to put some distance between the violent man and his house before it was destroyed.

Vegeta strove hard to reach his long time sparring partner but could only manage to land impartial blows. Finally in his frenzy the prince cornered his prey against the trees. When his fist landed, though, it met only rough bark. Goku was gone. Again Vegeta roared in frustration casting about for the other man's whereabouts. He found the familiar ki signature a ways away at their normal sparring grounds.

"Good, he has accepted this fight. I will have to punish him for making me search for him." Vegeta flew off at top speed.

Goku tried to calm himself as he waited for Vegeta. Even though he could see that there was something wrong the big man couldn't help being rankled at Vegeta's actions. His ire made powering up easy when the prince came into his sight. "What's the big idea, Vegeta? You could at least be civil about it! You know I am more than happy to spar with you."

Vegeta grimaced scornfully. Kakarott made it too easy. "Why should I be civil? You'll just forget it in five minutes anyway. Your brain is too small to hold information longer than that."

Goku blinked a few times soaking in the insult. It was the harshest and most obvious insult that Vegeta had uttered toward him in a very, very long time. "Why'd you say that, Vegeta? That wasn't nice at all!"

"Still stating the obvious, I see. Why not?" Came his bland reply. "Why should I hold my tongue for an idiot who isn't even worthy to look upon the dust scraped from my boot? Why should I endure the filth of your blood polluting my offspring and my sight? Son trash should know it's place before the lineage of Vegetasai! I think it's time you finally knew your worth."

Goku's eyes widened and his hands clenched from hearing Vegeta degrade him and his family so harshly. Was this about Bra and Goten? He had thought Vegeta was okay with that after so long. Pushing away his rising anger Goku attempted to placate the irate man. "Come on, Vegeta, calm down. What's up with you?"

Vegeta launched at him with fists flying.

"Don't tell me what to do, you circus reject! Useless! Moronic! Retarded! You are genetically defective and somehow saw fit to pass on the flaw and infect the universe with your spawn!"

Goku blocked the attack and returned it. "You want it that way, Vegeta? Fine!"

The two combatants danced back and forth. Every attack from Vegeta was stronger than the one before it and Goku was forced to keep up at first. After taking a number of powerful hits, though, his temper took control. If Vegeta wanted to pick a fight then he would give him one. The ferocity grew and soon blood, sweat, and spit rained upon the dry terrain. Bones cracked and broke beneath punches and kicks. Tempers pushed to the edge and energy levels skyrocketed. Primal screams and growls filled the landscape and Goku realized he wasn't winning. Instead of slowly wearing the prince down over time, Vegeta seemed to get stronger. More intent, fiercer. The older Saiyan wasn't reacting to the battle as he always did. Goku couldn't slow him down. Every time he managed to wallop him, the prince would recover instantly as if he didn't even feel the pain. Goku was beginning to feel drained. He had to do something soon or the tide would turn. Sharp pains in his rib cage and one completely limp leg told him that Vegeta would not be kind if he won. The men grappled in the air and Goku strained for any kind of advantage. Nose to nose Goku locked eyes with Vegeta. A loud POP sounded over the noise of the fight.

Vegeta's dead eyes never flinched.

Goku gasped as the prince used his newly dislocated forearm to fling him away seemingly oblivious of the pain Goku knew he had to be in.

In truth, Vegeta was completely aware of every wound on his body and there were many. It was ecstasy. Every lance of fire, every explosion of pain sent a shot of adrenaline through his system. This is what he wanted, what he needed, what he deserved. The exhilaration of agony. To revel in almost sensual destructiveness. It was fulfilling beyond words, beyond thought, beyond petty emotion. He felt it might tear him apart even as it energized him. This is what he wanted and he wanted more, he wanted it all. The prince's skin crawled beneath the assault of sensations, the pain that was not pain. He knew his body could not hold up long under this stress. Kakarott was losing power also. That was unacceptable; Vegeta wanted all that the younger man could give.

With a roar the two met again trading blows. Goku strained under Vegeta's onslaught. Using all of his fading strength the younger man beat him back. The only hint of the damage Goku's hits gave were the sickening sounds of flesh rending. The prince still gave no outward signs of the inflicted damage aside from the blood inevitably flowing from his body. Vegeta sensed Goku weakening. `No! Not yet! Fight me, damn you!' He pressed the tall Saiyan mercilessly.

Goku was really losing now. Vegeta threw a punch at his face that was deflected causing the already dislocated elbow to hyper-extend. Seeing his chance Goki gripped the prince and threw him into a rock formation a ways away. By now the smaller man's body was beginning to give out but Vegeta forced himself to rise into the air once again. In an effort to end the fight, to stop Vegeta before he became too weak, Goku took a familiar stance.

"Kame"

Vegeta heard the chant begin and tried to focus his blurred vision.

"Hame"

The prince brought up his arms to block the inevitable blast. `Yes, Kakarott. Yes. I want it.'

"Ha!!"

Goku's voice echoed as he released the attack. Vegeta grinned toothily and blood oozed down his chin. His vision cleared finally and the opponents' eyes met. Goku gasped and yelled out at what he'd seen in his friend's gaze but it was too late. A split second later Vegeta threw his arms wide and dropped all his energy letting the Kamehameha wave envelope him without resistance.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!"

Vegeta's body made a sickening wet thud when it impacted the ground.

Am I evil? Yes I am. Am I evil? I am man!

Sorry to do that to you. How many of you are cussing me out right now? Well… Review! …and we'll see what happens. All I have to do is type it up and you'll see what happens.