Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ The Sacrifice ( Chapter 2 )
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By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
"I must go now." Martek declared as he made haste into his castle.
"But why now?" Lexan demanded to know.
"Learisto will strike again!" Martek told her.
Lexan was silent. She knew not what to say, all she did was look into the eyes of her lover. The eyes were cold and determined. She saw that she could not deter him from this path. She looked to the ground and sighed heavily. Martek plodded to her and wrapped his large arms around her, whispering promises of his return to her. She was compelled to believe him, but there was doubt. She looked deeply into his eyes, pouring her concern over him like a waterfall and the deluge hit him likewise. He broke their transic gaze, closing his eyes and looking to the ground. He knew he could not fully purge the doubt from her mind, but she would have to trust him.
"It won't be like the last time, my love. I will go there for the sake of protecting them only, and I will return as soon as the threat has passed."
The 'last time' was soon after he left the Canan planet. The race fell into pandemonium and disarray. The Saiya-Jin became utterly divided and leaderless. Anarchy ran free and fire engulfed the lands. Martek returned to bring back the peace of the lands. That which he sought out to do was done. The people built him a great palace and crowned him their king. He ruled for fifty years, building a prosperous nation of the
Saiya-Jin, until an uprising ocurred. They called themselves, the Nation of Saiyans, and they brought to Martek's attention his promise of not becoming a tyrant. Martek agreed and he passed the crown to a new king and left just like he did before, this time, for good. He was forgotten, and again the 'Saiyans' fell.
"I promise, Lexan, it won't be a repeat."
"Daddy, where are you going?" Marik asked. He had been standing right behind Lexan the entire time, just waiting for his turn to talk.
Martek looked behind Lexan, in shock that his son had heard this. He knelt down to look his son in the eyes and said to him, "Daddy will be gone for a while, he will come back as soon as he can. Be good for mommy, okay?"
Marik nodded with some sadness in his young eyes. So innocent, so ignorant, Martek said to himself. He longed to be like that, completely oblivious to everything, but being thousands of years old has its disadvantages when it comes to experiences. He got up and embraced Lexan one final time. He, then, walked to his balcony and simply vanished. Marik latched onto Lexan's leg like a leech, and began to cry.
"Doesn't daddy love us?"
"Yes, daddy loves us very, very much, Marik. But he has things to do. He will return," She made herself say, "He will return."
"Go now, Lord Frieza, and claim your dominion over the Saiyans."
"Yes, Master Learisto."
The short being walked out of the throne room to his ship. He would have fun destroying the planet he thought to himself.
After Frieza had left, Learisto plotted to himself once again, "Now then, how to kill the Saiyains..." He droned in his eminent room.
Martek was blazingthrough space, going millions of light years every second. He would reach the planet within moments. Or so he thought. Learisto would have other things in plan. Martek suddenly froze. All space around him expanded and contracted back to its normal state. Around him, he could see countless stars each one gleaming with a light of its own. Martek enjoyed the beauty of it all, but realized he had to get moving. Suddenly, the damned red eyes burned in front of him.
"Going somewhere?" It teased in a diabolical tone. He had placed a stasis spell on Martek. All he could do, was watch as his efforts to unite his people, would go unaswered as time itself twisted and bent. Years passed like seconds, and centuries like minutes. He suddenly broke free of his constrains and surveyed the space around him, everything seemed exactly the same, but older, millenia older. Martek paniced. He rushed to the Saiyans in a frenzied madness, compelling himself to believe in still existed. In seconds, he arrived at the glowing red ball, of the Saiyan planet. He was utterly surprised to learn that they had become quite prosperous. They ran a mercenary service, which gave them incredible revenue. Most even sent their babies to distant planet, to kill everything on the forsaken planet. Saiyans were most feared, but the one they feared, was someone named, Frieza. They were his puppies, it appeared to be. King Vegeta was held on a tight leash with Frieza demanding loyalty. He must stay there for a while, to guard it from anything that may happen.
Martek had just left and all was silent in the mighty castle. Marik and Lexan still embraced each other, crying on the shoulder of the other. The sun had just fallen beyond the western horizon. Lexan gathered herself, wiping the tears from Marik's eyes and hers.
"Come, Marik, you must take a bath, then we must go to bed."
"But I miss daddy.." He said through his tears.
"So do I, but he will return, he promised." Lexan said, washing the tears from her perfect face. She walked Marik up to the bathing room. They took a bath and went to bed.
Lexan could simply not allow herself to go to bed, while Marik fell to sleep in a heart beat. He curled into her own bed, amazed of how much space was left in the bed when only one was sleeping in it. She looked across the immense bed to see a plain of emptiness across the satin sheets. She spread herself out on the bed, trying to fall to sleep, but still she could not. She lay awake for sometime, as if saying to herself that Martek would be back any moment now. Her mother's instinct told her something was wrong, but the side that knew Martek gave herself peace.
"He will return..." She said silently as she lulled herself to sleep.
Learisto crept in complete silence into the fortification. His body, black and his eyes red. He stealthly stepped into a room, and there he saw a small boy, breathing in and out loudly. He could smell his flesh and blood which made him very, very hunger. He exposed his fangs, yearning for his soft tissue as he noiselessly walked into the over-sized room. He made runes in the room, runes of evil and ritualistic in nature. He revealed a dagger, styled like a kris or an 's' curve blade, it was razor sharp and could cut through metal like butter. He whispered words of power and imbued his blade with unholy fire as a black flame engulfed it. He brought it above his head, readying it to bring down upon the sleeping sacrifice.
Lexan heard whispers in the other room. She sat up, startled, and listening intently to Marik's room. He doesn't talk in his sleep, she told herself. She sneaked silently to the door of Marik's room and opened it a sliver. The being in black was holding a knife above her son's bed, whispering words of power, calling upon archaic magics not of this world. Her heart raced, pumping adrenaline into her veins like a torrent of fire, watching as the being raised the dagger inches upward from its high position, then to bring it clashing down...
This seems to be going slower than the Prelude, bear with it, it'll get better.
-ApocalypseBlade
"But why now?" Lexan demanded to know.
"Learisto will strike again!" Martek told her.
Lexan was silent. She knew not what to say, all she did was look into the eyes of her lover. The eyes were cold and determined. She saw that she could not deter him from this path. She looked to the ground and sighed heavily. Martek plodded to her and wrapped his large arms around her, whispering promises of his return to her. She was compelled to believe him, but there was doubt. She looked deeply into his eyes, pouring her concern over him like a waterfall and the deluge hit him likewise. He broke their transic gaze, closing his eyes and looking to the ground. He knew he could not fully purge the doubt from her mind, but she would have to trust him.
"It won't be like the last time, my love. I will go there for the sake of protecting them only, and I will return as soon as the threat has passed."
The 'last time' was soon after he left the Canan planet. The race fell into pandemonium and disarray. The Saiya-Jin became utterly divided and leaderless. Anarchy ran free and fire engulfed the lands. Martek returned to bring back the peace of the lands. That which he sought out to do was done. The people built him a great palace and crowned him their king. He ruled for fifty years, building a prosperous nation of the
Saiya-Jin, until an uprising ocurred. They called themselves, the Nation of Saiyans, and they brought to Martek's attention his promise of not becoming a tyrant. Martek agreed and he passed the crown to a new king and left just like he did before, this time, for good. He was forgotten, and again the 'Saiyans' fell.
"I promise, Lexan, it won't be a repeat."
"Daddy, where are you going?" Marik asked. He had been standing right behind Lexan the entire time, just waiting for his turn to talk.
Martek looked behind Lexan, in shock that his son had heard this. He knelt down to look his son in the eyes and said to him, "Daddy will be gone for a while, he will come back as soon as he can. Be good for mommy, okay?"
Marik nodded with some sadness in his young eyes. So innocent, so ignorant, Martek said to himself. He longed to be like that, completely oblivious to everything, but being thousands of years old has its disadvantages when it comes to experiences. He got up and embraced Lexan one final time. He, then, walked to his balcony and simply vanished. Marik latched onto Lexan's leg like a leech, and began to cry.
"Doesn't daddy love us?"
"Yes, daddy loves us very, very much, Marik. But he has things to do. He will return," She made herself say, "He will return."
"Go now, Lord Frieza, and claim your dominion over the Saiyans."
"Yes, Master Learisto."
The short being walked out of the throne room to his ship. He would have fun destroying the planet he thought to himself.
After Frieza had left, Learisto plotted to himself once again, "Now then, how to kill the Saiyains..." He droned in his eminent room.
Martek was blazingthrough space, going millions of light years every second. He would reach the planet within moments. Or so he thought. Learisto would have other things in plan. Martek suddenly froze. All space around him expanded and contracted back to its normal state. Around him, he could see countless stars each one gleaming with a light of its own. Martek enjoyed the beauty of it all, but realized he had to get moving. Suddenly, the damned red eyes burned in front of him.
"Going somewhere?" It teased in a diabolical tone. He had placed a stasis spell on Martek. All he could do, was watch as his efforts to unite his people, would go unaswered as time itself twisted and bent. Years passed like seconds, and centuries like minutes. He suddenly broke free of his constrains and surveyed the space around him, everything seemed exactly the same, but older, millenia older. Martek paniced. He rushed to the Saiyans in a frenzied madness, compelling himself to believe in still existed. In seconds, he arrived at the glowing red ball, of the Saiyan planet. He was utterly surprised to learn that they had become quite prosperous. They ran a mercenary service, which gave them incredible revenue. Most even sent their babies to distant planet, to kill everything on the forsaken planet. Saiyans were most feared, but the one they feared, was someone named, Frieza. They were his puppies, it appeared to be. King Vegeta was held on a tight leash with Frieza demanding loyalty. He must stay there for a while, to guard it from anything that may happen.
Martek had just left and all was silent in the mighty castle. Marik and Lexan still embraced each other, crying on the shoulder of the other. The sun had just fallen beyond the western horizon. Lexan gathered herself, wiping the tears from Marik's eyes and hers.
"Come, Marik, you must take a bath, then we must go to bed."
"But I miss daddy.." He said through his tears.
"So do I, but he will return, he promised." Lexan said, washing the tears from her perfect face. She walked Marik up to the bathing room. They took a bath and went to bed.
Lexan could simply not allow herself to go to bed, while Marik fell to sleep in a heart beat. He curled into her own bed, amazed of how much space was left in the bed when only one was sleeping in it. She looked across the immense bed to see a plain of emptiness across the satin sheets. She spread herself out on the bed, trying to fall to sleep, but still she could not. She lay awake for sometime, as if saying to herself that Martek would be back any moment now. Her mother's instinct told her something was wrong, but the side that knew Martek gave herself peace.
"He will return..." She said silently as she lulled herself to sleep.
Learisto crept in complete silence into the fortification. His body, black and his eyes red. He stealthly stepped into a room, and there he saw a small boy, breathing in and out loudly. He could smell his flesh and blood which made him very, very hunger. He exposed his fangs, yearning for his soft tissue as he noiselessly walked into the over-sized room. He made runes in the room, runes of evil and ritualistic in nature. He revealed a dagger, styled like a kris or an 's' curve blade, it was razor sharp and could cut through metal like butter. He whispered words of power and imbued his blade with unholy fire as a black flame engulfed it. He brought it above his head, readying it to bring down upon the sleeping sacrifice.
Lexan heard whispers in the other room. She sat up, startled, and listening intently to Marik's room. He doesn't talk in his sleep, she told herself. She sneaked silently to the door of Marik's room and opened it a sliver. The being in black was holding a knife above her son's bed, whispering words of power, calling upon archaic magics not of this world. Her heart raced, pumping adrenaline into her veins like a torrent of fire, watching as the being raised the dagger inches upward from its high position, then to bring it clashing down...
This seems to be going slower than the Prelude, bear with it, it'll get better.
-ApocalypseBlade