Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gypsy ❯ Haunting ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kureeji 
Lightyears away, Anathea sat up in bed, a scream on her lips.
It was happening again.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Cyberpunk / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2003 | Updated On: 02.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 464 | Status: Completed
Lightyears away, Anathea sat up in bed, a scream on her lips.
It was happening again.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Cyberpunk / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2003 | Updated On: 02.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 464 | Status: Completed
Yes yes, another chapter. Not too happy with this one, but then again, you be the judge. Review and let me know what you think, this took me a little longer than I originally expected.
--Kuree
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The figure faltered. Vegeta looked down at the woman, the Saiyajin female in front of him, and spoke so softly she barely heard him "Leave me, demon. Your tricks do not fool me." He stopped, eyes not leaving her, seemingly going into her very mind. "You are a mirage."
She stared at him in his wild and broken beauty: the black bags under eyes that gleamed with a pleading she didnt understand, a sort of crazed look...the burn marks and scars on his body. Even in his ragged state he seemed so regal...so much pride and dignity was bred into his skin the air nearly crackled with it. She sighed at her old mentor, her beloved friend's appearance. He didnt even know who she was. "Do you not know who I am, Vegeta?" She whispered carefully, not wanting to set him off.
He considered this question and considered the female. Usually the spirits that visited him didn't stay so long. And besides, this one smelled good.
"You smell...familliar." He looked at her quizzically and drew nearer to her, grabbing her face in his hand and turning it from side to side. She hissed slightly, insulted that he thought he could invade her space like that. He didn't stop, but quirked an eyebrow when he saw her uniform. "What are you? A mercenary?"
She frowned. "Im not some cheap hire-ling. I care not of money." She crossed her arms. "I am a warrior." She stated haughtily, still suprised her hadn;t recognized her. She was sure him of all people would.
He gave her a look and sat back on his heels, shut his eyes and thought for a moment. She breathed softly, wondering if he was insane or if maybe she was still on her ship and this was all a dream. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, and they stared at her with an intensity she had never seen before.
He looked her up and down in a calculating way, his eyes noting ever scar, every muscle, every curve, and then last of all, her tail. His lips turned into the most feral smirk she had yet seen on his face. Seconds stretched on for hours. Then he locked his ivory irises onto her green ones.
"Little Panny-chan's all grown up." He said, voice almost purring, dripping with a tone he hadn't used in a long time. For a second she just stared right back at him, then she grinned a lazily smile, and laughed, not knowing what else to say. He continued to look at her, and then his eyes softened. His grin faded into a thin line and he said "Youre...very different...little one." He looked remorseful and Pan wondered how long he had been out her, a king of his dead people. How long he had been away from Earth, she mused, away from his children, his old lover. How long he had been alone, with absolutely no one but the graves around him.
She stood very nervously.
Just to do something, she laid back into the floor and tried to take all of it in. He crouched beside her quietly. Had the Saiyajin Anathea warned her about been Vegeta? It seemed rather odd, because from the looks of things he had been alone on Vegetasei for quite some time. The events in her life lately had been so quizzical...she felt lost, like a really really tiny peice in a huge ass puzzle. She felt like she should have figured it out by now...
"You speak Saiyajin." Vegeta stated beside her, as if just realizing this. Pan was so startled she laughed again and sent him an odd look. "Yes...I learned it a long time ago."
"Did they send you to come get me?" He asked, a tiredness seeping into his voice. She turned her head to look at him, still laying on the floor. He had one arm draped over his propped up leg and was watching her intently.
"Vegeta, I haven't been on earth for 7 years." She said simply, returning his look and correctly assuming that he was referring to the people on earth.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You ran away." His tone held some form of twisted respect.
She shrugged. "I left."
"Why?" He asked, with a simple motive of interest.
"There was nothing there for me." She said, turning her head to the ceiling and noticing the murals and staircasing that adorned it.
"You were in love with my son." A statement, not a question.
She looked at him again, eyes void of much emotion. "I was."
'What a perceptive old bastard.' She thought in her head. 'How the hell had he known that? Was I such a niave little brat that I was so utterly obvious?'
He didn't say anything after that, but lay down onto the floor with her and looked at the ceiling. Pan didn't move, trying to gauge his behavior, so unlike the mysterious man she had known as a child.
"How long have you been here, Vegeta-sama?" She asked softly, reading down a poem of history on the ceiling written in Saiyago.
He answered "Around 8 years."
"Goddamn." She replied, looking back at him. He looked at her, and for a moment she realized that she was laying next to the king of the Saiyajins on a dirty floor. And he was calm, not angry, in an easy mode of friendship.
He humphed. "It is nothing." He stated haughtily, and Pan smiled to herself, seeing a peice of the man she knew coming into play.
"Do you want to leave?" She asked.
"Do you?" He returned, almost as if he was going back into 'Vegeta' mode and determining whether her questions were worthy enough.
She stopped for a moment. She realized she didnt want to leave. "Not really..." She said. "There's no point...i dont have anywhere else to be."
He rolled his eyes, and Pan remembered Bulma doing that to him all the time. "Then perhaps you should ask yourself the point in staying here." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, still looking at the ceiling.
"You ass." Pan said, sitting up, mildly annoyed. "I can leave, then you could be alone with the shadows and ghosts of your people."
He sat up as well, and grunted, obviously it nettled him to refer to this place like that. But he didnt tell her not to leave, nor did he tell her to stay. Odd.
"There is a reason you are here." He told her. "Go ahead and leave if you wish, but not before finding out why you found this place." He stood up, and she realized why at first he had looked a little different, besides he haggard appearance. He was wearing the clothes of a king.
Pan stood up as well, annoyance coming back. "What the shit are you talking about, Vegeta? Who died and made you Buddha?" She threw at him, and he grinned and bowed arrogantly.
"Here I AM God, I am King, I am the greatest philosopher on this entire planet." She paused at his speech and laughed, realizing he was playing with her.
"In that case, I will have to stay. If youre the greatest, this place is doomed." A shadow fell over his eyes. "This place has already met it's fate." He said simply. She shrugged her shoulders. "I think it's far from dead." She said, then added, looking at him, "There is too much beauty in this place to be dead." She thought the palace nothing short of a small peice of heaven.
He didn't answer.
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Vegeta walked silently, slinking through the moonlight. He was at the end of his nerves. This place was driving him mad. He could feel them along every square inch of the palace...they came out at night.
He stood in the graveyard of the kings and felt a chill run down his spine. He should not have come here, and he realized it two seconds too late. He could feel them all around him.
He turned slowly, and the hollow eyes of his ancestors stared at him.
"Shit."
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"Do you wish to stay?" Vegeta asked, and when Pan nodded her head he started the mazelike journey through the halls of the Palace.
"There aren't many rooms here." He said quietly, and then explained, "All of the officials lived out of the palace, in the city, and the servants quarters are in the back, not connected to the palace. Only my family lived here..." He trailed off, then punched a number into the keypad of a room. Seeing her wide-eyed look at the use of electricity, he said "The Palace runs off a power that I myself cannot explain...but it is the most untouched place on what is left of this planet."
He thought for a moment. "The reason it still works is a legend...it is said the spirits of the kings protect what is theirs...I would like to think that is what saved the Palace."
"The whole point was if there was ever an attack on the planet, that the palance and royal family should survive. There is a forcefield protecting us." He finished this little history, and Pan nodded, afraid to speak and disturb this mood the Ouji was in.
They entered the room and Pan sucked in her breath. "Whose room was this?" She asked, admiring the rich drapery and the bed that was laden in silk and pillows. Besides the dust and occasional spiderweb and moth eaten spots, the room looked new. Yet it was 50 years old.
Vegeta looked at her reaction to the room and said, "My mothers." She looked startled for a moment. "Where do YOU sleep?"
"Across the hall in my old bedroom." He told her, and then his voice faded into silence.
"It is late, little one. I have already sparred for the day, but perhaps tomorrow I will have the pleasure of torturing you." He grinned sadistically and Pan had the urge to stick out her tongue at him. He watched her for a moment..."What an amazon you have become..." He said chuckling, his black eyes smouldering with a strange look. He trailed off and looked suddenly uncomfortable, as if just realizing he had been having a civilized conversation with Pan.
Pan swelled with pride. Praise from her mentor meant everything. He began to back out of the room, almost nervous, Pan wagered. She chuckled, he never used to be so soft. She knew he was still Vegeta, but she figured being alone so long had given him a lot of time to think. Or jsut go crazy.
She sent a message with her mind to the Gypsy, telling her thank you and that she should lock up and go into sleep mode. Then she crawled into the Queen's old bed and went to sleep soon after.
Vegeta stood at her doorway and watched the rise of her stomach after sleep had claimed her. Cursing himself and whatever fate had brought her here, he walked off to his bedroom and did not sleep peacefully that night. He would have to tell her the secrets of the Palace eventually...
He jsut hoped her presence here was welcome.
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Staring up into the ink black sky, Goten sighed, weary and watchful of the forest around him. Something was not right. He could feel it in his very bones, and his tail twisted in restless patterns behind him. He broke out into a cold sweat but besides his tail, he didnt show any other outward sign of his inner suspicions...
It had woken him up, this feeling of unease. The shadows had taunted him, drawing him out of bed and into the forest of his country home. He was angry. He was so angry.
His face twisted into a bitter frown, wondering why he had been left alone to deal with these things? His mother was dead. DEAD. Along with Bulma, Yamcha, Piccolo, Marron, Krillin. The list ran onwards.
He couldn't stop it! Something was stealing them away from him. It was like their life signs had simply ceased to exist, all in a few moments...yet he could still *feel* them...and the incredible empty feeling around the spot where their ki's used to be. Feeling for them was disturbing. They were almost there, but not quite. He couldn't understand. Their ki's hovered at his mind like they were alive, but they were paper thin, mirage-like, a mirror trick. He did not understand.
The people had began to notice it too. The news stations carried long lists of missing people, and there was hardly a street post, wall or shop window without a poster stating a loved one was missing. Especially children. Their numbers had started to drop slowy but surely about a month ago, the same time that other members of the Z gang had disappeared.
The remaining warriors, Gohan, Goten, Trunks and sometimes Bra, were at a loss. Something was happening but they had yet to see a foe.
Gohan grit his teeth in anguish, and wished Pan was with him. Panny always knew how to get out of trouble.
Then, shaking him out of his reveries, the peircing scream of his mate tore through the night air.
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Lightyears away, Anathea sat up in bed, a scream on her lips.
It was happening again.
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< br> Can i get a review? teehee ^^--kuree
--Kuree
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The figure faltered. Vegeta looked down at the woman, the Saiyajin female in front of him, and spoke so softly she barely heard him "Leave me, demon. Your tricks do not fool me." He stopped, eyes not leaving her, seemingly going into her very mind. "You are a mirage."
She stared at him in his wild and broken beauty: the black bags under eyes that gleamed with a pleading she didnt understand, a sort of crazed look...the burn marks and scars on his body. Even in his ragged state he seemed so regal...so much pride and dignity was bred into his skin the air nearly crackled with it. She sighed at her old mentor, her beloved friend's appearance. He didnt even know who she was. "Do you not know who I am, Vegeta?" She whispered carefully, not wanting to set him off.
He considered this question and considered the female. Usually the spirits that visited him didn't stay so long. And besides, this one smelled good.
"You smell...familliar." He looked at her quizzically and drew nearer to her, grabbing her face in his hand and turning it from side to side. She hissed slightly, insulted that he thought he could invade her space like that. He didn't stop, but quirked an eyebrow when he saw her uniform. "What are you? A mercenary?"
She frowned. "Im not some cheap hire-ling. I care not of money." She crossed her arms. "I am a warrior." She stated haughtily, still suprised her hadn;t recognized her. She was sure him of all people would.
He gave her a look and sat back on his heels, shut his eyes and thought for a moment. She breathed softly, wondering if he was insane or if maybe she was still on her ship and this was all a dream. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, and they stared at her with an intensity she had never seen before.
He looked her up and down in a calculating way, his eyes noting ever scar, every muscle, every curve, and then last of all, her tail. His lips turned into the most feral smirk she had yet seen on his face. Seconds stretched on for hours. Then he locked his ivory irises onto her green ones.
"Little Panny-chan's all grown up." He said, voice almost purring, dripping with a tone he hadn't used in a long time. For a second she just stared right back at him, then she grinned a lazily smile, and laughed, not knowing what else to say. He continued to look at her, and then his eyes softened. His grin faded into a thin line and he said "Youre...very different...little one." He looked remorseful and Pan wondered how long he had been out her, a king of his dead people. How long he had been away from Earth, she mused, away from his children, his old lover. How long he had been alone, with absolutely no one but the graves around him.
She stood very nervously.
Just to do something, she laid back into the floor and tried to take all of it in. He crouched beside her quietly. Had the Saiyajin Anathea warned her about been Vegeta? It seemed rather odd, because from the looks of things he had been alone on Vegetasei for quite some time. The events in her life lately had been so quizzical...she felt lost, like a really really tiny peice in a huge ass puzzle. She felt like she should have figured it out by now...
"You speak Saiyajin." Vegeta stated beside her, as if just realizing this. Pan was so startled she laughed again and sent him an odd look. "Yes...I learned it a long time ago."
"Did they send you to come get me?" He asked, a tiredness seeping into his voice. She turned her head to look at him, still laying on the floor. He had one arm draped over his propped up leg and was watching her intently.
"Vegeta, I haven't been on earth for 7 years." She said simply, returning his look and correctly assuming that he was referring to the people on earth.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You ran away." His tone held some form of twisted respect.
She shrugged. "I left."
"Why?" He asked, with a simple motive of interest.
"There was nothing there for me." She said, turning her head to the ceiling and noticing the murals and staircasing that adorned it.
"You were in love with my son." A statement, not a question.
She looked at him again, eyes void of much emotion. "I was."
'What a perceptive old bastard.' She thought in her head. 'How the hell had he known that? Was I such a niave little brat that I was so utterly obvious?'
He didn't say anything after that, but lay down onto the floor with her and looked at the ceiling. Pan didn't move, trying to gauge his behavior, so unlike the mysterious man she had known as a child.
"How long have you been here, Vegeta-sama?" She asked softly, reading down a poem of history on the ceiling written in Saiyago.
He answered "Around 8 years."
"Goddamn." She replied, looking back at him. He looked at her, and for a moment she realized that she was laying next to the king of the Saiyajins on a dirty floor. And he was calm, not angry, in an easy mode of friendship.
He humphed. "It is nothing." He stated haughtily, and Pan smiled to herself, seeing a peice of the man she knew coming into play.
"Do you want to leave?" She asked.
"Do you?" He returned, almost as if he was going back into 'Vegeta' mode and determining whether her questions were worthy enough.
She stopped for a moment. She realized she didnt want to leave. "Not really..." She said. "There's no point...i dont have anywhere else to be."
He rolled his eyes, and Pan remembered Bulma doing that to him all the time. "Then perhaps you should ask yourself the point in staying here." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, still looking at the ceiling.
"You ass." Pan said, sitting up, mildly annoyed. "I can leave, then you could be alone with the shadows and ghosts of your people."
He sat up as well, and grunted, obviously it nettled him to refer to this place like that. But he didnt tell her not to leave, nor did he tell her to stay. Odd.
"There is a reason you are here." He told her. "Go ahead and leave if you wish, but not before finding out why you found this place." He stood up, and she realized why at first he had looked a little different, besides he haggard appearance. He was wearing the clothes of a king.
Pan stood up as well, annoyance coming back. "What the shit are you talking about, Vegeta? Who died and made you Buddha?" She threw at him, and he grinned and bowed arrogantly.
"Here I AM God, I am King, I am the greatest philosopher on this entire planet." She paused at his speech and laughed, realizing he was playing with her.
"In that case, I will have to stay. If youre the greatest, this place is doomed." A shadow fell over his eyes. "This place has already met it's fate." He said simply. She shrugged her shoulders. "I think it's far from dead." She said, then added, looking at him, "There is too much beauty in this place to be dead." She thought the palace nothing short of a small peice of heaven.
He didn't answer.
-----------------
Vegeta walked silently, slinking through the moonlight. He was at the end of his nerves. This place was driving him mad. He could feel them along every square inch of the palace...they came out at night.
He stood in the graveyard of the kings and felt a chill run down his spine. He should not have come here, and he realized it two seconds too late. He could feel them all around him.
He turned slowly, and the hollow eyes of his ancestors stared at him.
"Shit."
------------
"Do you wish to stay?" Vegeta asked, and when Pan nodded her head he started the mazelike journey through the halls of the Palace.
"There aren't many rooms here." He said quietly, and then explained, "All of the officials lived out of the palace, in the city, and the servants quarters are in the back, not connected to the palace. Only my family lived here..." He trailed off, then punched a number into the keypad of a room. Seeing her wide-eyed look at the use of electricity, he said "The Palace runs off a power that I myself cannot explain...but it is the most untouched place on what is left of this planet."
He thought for a moment. "The reason it still works is a legend...it is said the spirits of the kings protect what is theirs...I would like to think that is what saved the Palace."
"The whole point was if there was ever an attack on the planet, that the palance and royal family should survive. There is a forcefield protecting us." He finished this little history, and Pan nodded, afraid to speak and disturb this mood the Ouji was in.
They entered the room and Pan sucked in her breath. "Whose room was this?" She asked, admiring the rich drapery and the bed that was laden in silk and pillows. Besides the dust and occasional spiderweb and moth eaten spots, the room looked new. Yet it was 50 years old.
Vegeta looked at her reaction to the room and said, "My mothers." She looked startled for a moment. "Where do YOU sleep?"
"Across the hall in my old bedroom." He told her, and then his voice faded into silence.
"It is late, little one. I have already sparred for the day, but perhaps tomorrow I will have the pleasure of torturing you." He grinned sadistically and Pan had the urge to stick out her tongue at him. He watched her for a moment..."What an amazon you have become..." He said chuckling, his black eyes smouldering with a strange look. He trailed off and looked suddenly uncomfortable, as if just realizing he had been having a civilized conversation with Pan.
Pan swelled with pride. Praise from her mentor meant everything. He began to back out of the room, almost nervous, Pan wagered. She chuckled, he never used to be so soft. She knew he was still Vegeta, but she figured being alone so long had given him a lot of time to think. Or jsut go crazy.
She sent a message with her mind to the Gypsy, telling her thank you and that she should lock up and go into sleep mode. Then she crawled into the Queen's old bed and went to sleep soon after.
Vegeta stood at her doorway and watched the rise of her stomach after sleep had claimed her. Cursing himself and whatever fate had brought her here, he walked off to his bedroom and did not sleep peacefully that night. He would have to tell her the secrets of the Palace eventually...
He jsut hoped her presence here was welcome.
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< br>
Staring up into the ink black sky, Goten sighed, weary and watchful of the forest around him. Something was not right. He could feel it in his very bones, and his tail twisted in restless patterns behind him. He broke out into a cold sweat but besides his tail, he didnt show any other outward sign of his inner suspicions...
It had woken him up, this feeling of unease. The shadows had taunted him, drawing him out of bed and into the forest of his country home. He was angry. He was so angry.
His face twisted into a bitter frown, wondering why he had been left alone to deal with these things? His mother was dead. DEAD. Along with Bulma, Yamcha, Piccolo, Marron, Krillin. The list ran onwards.
He couldn't stop it! Something was stealing them away from him. It was like their life signs had simply ceased to exist, all in a few moments...yet he could still *feel* them...and the incredible empty feeling around the spot where their ki's used to be. Feeling for them was disturbing. They were almost there, but not quite. He couldn't understand. Their ki's hovered at his mind like they were alive, but they were paper thin, mirage-like, a mirror trick. He did not understand.
The people had began to notice it too. The news stations carried long lists of missing people, and there was hardly a street post, wall or shop window without a poster stating a loved one was missing. Especially children. Their numbers had started to drop slowy but surely about a month ago, the same time that other members of the Z gang had disappeared.
The remaining warriors, Gohan, Goten, Trunks and sometimes Bra, were at a loss. Something was happening but they had yet to see a foe.
Gohan grit his teeth in anguish, and wished Pan was with him. Panny always knew how to get out of trouble.
Then, shaking him out of his reveries, the peircing scream of his mate tore through the night air.
=============================================
Lightyears away, Anathea sat up in bed, a scream on her lips.
It was happening again.
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< br> Can i get a review? teehee ^^--kuree