Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ The Portent ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 142 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 142 | Status: Completed
Millennia pass like seconds when you are not paying attention, at least to an immortal. Time itself seems to become irrelevant. The supreme deity watched from his distant castle, as the mighty race he left all those eons ago, fell to pieces. He remembered their final victory like it was yesterday. All seemed to praise him as he left; now he was remembered only in myth. He felt a small, warm body, press up against his leg as he looked over the balcony of his castle. He touched his hand down to his son's head, and caressed it. The boy's hair was the night and his strength was that of his father when he was young. He was completely innocent as to who his father actually was, but he would never know. His mother came behind him and wrapped her arms around the deity. He could feel her smooth skin through the black robe he wore; still as young as the day he first felt it. He himself had aged not a day, nor did his beautiful, angelic bride. Her hair, like the child's, as dark as the darkest of nights. Her velvety, unblemished skin was slightly tanned, and her face was of such a beauty, that it could not be described to you in words. The child began to play with the spiked, white hair of the father, he paid no heed, the child would not get hurt. He was watching, slowly as the sun rose above the mountains of the east and evaporated the fog of the grassland. The sun shown through the trees and reflected the fog, making a natural beauty he simply could not deny. He air was sweet with a seemingly jasmine smell during the day, and the night, of honeysuckles. This world had no moon; it was destroyed long ago at the deity's coming. The people of the distant world lived with them in peace; neither did he disturb them, nor them to him. That was only because the castle floated above the ground, roughly three miles. They were a primitive race, only in the current hundred years had they come up with the wheel. At first when they saw the castle, they praised him and gave sacrifice, only to have their sacrifices unanswered. They took the bold step of not praising him, and to their surprise, nothing happened. The deity knew not what they called themselves, while in fact he could care less.
The sun finished the journey above the mountains and now the light reflected off of the clouds, which touched the top spire of the great structure. Though it would have taken years to build such a fortress, the entirety of it was materialized in mere moments.
The deity turned to his wife and muttered in a language long forgotten by anyone, but for you, I will translate, "Why did they forget me?" He asked softly, "Why? I was their savior, why?" He asked more desperately.
"Be silent... hush, please, you'll disturb Marik." The angel said as she embraced the deity. Marik was their son, but at the moment, he was playing with his wooden sword and paying no attention to his parents.
"They even disowned the name given to them since their creation by my father." He whispered into her ear, "They live nomadically in caves, wearing animal skins like barbarians. All knowledge of the past has been forgotten. They even let someone else move in and claim supremacy."
"I know it." She said softly.
"They're divided and weak. If only they would embrace the past they've forced themselves to forget, then things would be different. I would actually be proud of calling myself, the Legend of the Saiya-Jin."
"Yes, Martek, I know."
"Saiyans! What kind of a name is that?" He said with anger as he moved out of their embrace. Marik looked up from his playing to see his father angered by something.
He walked up to his father and said, "Daddy, what's wrong?" He said with wide eyes that glimmered in the light. Just like his mother, Martek thought.
Martek smiled at his son and said, "Nothing is wrong, Marik. Nothing at all. Hey, wanna spar?"
"Okay!" He said with excitement in his high voice.
Martek picked up a spare wooden sword and readied for Marik to charge as he always did.
As predicted, Marik charged with his sword up high and a smile on his face. He swung the sword erratically as the other sword negated every swing. After about five minutes, Martek thought it was time to let him win again. Marik swung the sword and whacked his father on the thigh. Pretending injury, Martek fell to the ground, acting in pain. Marik then jumped on him and brought him to the ground with the point to his neck.
"Surrender!" He demanded.
"I surrender, just don't hurt me!" Martek said, pretending to cry.
"Daddy, I was only joking!" Marik replied.
"You were?" Martek said innocently. He smiled and set Marik on the ground and got up. He gave his six-year-old son a hug and said, "Good spar."
"I agree." Lexan said coming from behind Marik and embracing them both. Suddenly, all Martek's worries seemed to disappear. That always happened when Lexan hugged him. Everything seemed perfect, only to have the problems return when she let go.
"Hey, Daddy! Can we go to the beaches today?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"YEAH!" He said jumping in the air in complete joy. He ran to his completely overly sized room to get some things together while Lexan and Martek gazed into each other's eyes. Their lips connected for a few moments of sweetness, then to here Marik from the staircase, "EWWW!!!"
They immediately withdrew and Lexan walked over to Marik, her white, thin blouse barely touching the floor and complimenting her body immensely.
"Come, Marik, let me help you get your things together."
"Okay, mommy."
Martek sighed as he watched the two of them go up the stairs. He stood up from his kneeling position and returned to his post on the balcony. He focused his energies and reached out to that ever-distant planet where his people lived. They still lived in caves, but they seemed to all have one burning desire, to take down this species that took over years ago. The moon was almost upon them, just a few more days. Martek had slowed the moon to the pace of Planet Saiya-Jin's moon before he left them. He felt that the moon every night was a bit much, and he was right. They would have killed each other had the moon been out every night, simply out of madness. He opened his eyes, a disappointed deity. He walked away from the balcony and up the stair, to help with Marik, and to see Lexan.
The beach was warm that day. The temperature rose to around ninety degrees, but Martek felt rather comfortable wearing his black robe, under which he had his bathing suit if it proved necessary. Lexan was wearing a rather see-through, white blouse, under which she had her bathing suit, a two piece. Marik was running down the shore line, running in close when the water receeded, then running just out of its reach when it came in. Martek and Lexan followed a little bit behind him, holding hands as they walked. They passed another couple on that beach, and Martek said to them, "Verni fotha!" Or in their language, good day. They smiled and nodded and replied, "Verni fotha." Though Martek knew nothing of the people, he at least took the time to learn their language, it only seemed right that if he was going to share the planet, he might as well be able to communicate with them. The family continued the walk down the beach as happy as could be.
Suddenly, Martek stopped dead in his tracks. He began to shiver and cringe. His body broke out in a cold sweat that drenched his outer fur and tears of blood poured down his flawless face. His head pounded and every muscle ached. He dropped to his knees as Lexan paniced and shouted to Marik to help her.
Tainted words bellowed in Martek's mind, in a voice long since forgotten, a voice of evil, "What kind of deity abandons his people?!" Martek grabbed his head. His eyes were somehow forced open as he looked out onto the open sea. There on the horizon, he saw two, gaping red eyes that articulated of pure evil.
It repeated the same message, but louder. He could feel Lexan and Marik beating upon him, trying to get him to respond, but he felt nothing.
"Will it take your son to get you to realize that?!" It asked diabolically.
"NOOOOO!!!" Martek screamed as he jerked upward.
The sky was blue, the sun was over head, there were no red eyes, and his body felt fine.
"Martek! Are you alright?" Lexan asked desperately.
"Daddy, Daddy! What's wrong?" Marik asked.
Martek reached out and hugged Marik into his chest and repeated to himself, "No one will ever take you away from me... No one..." He whispered.
His son... yes, he will make an excellent sacrifice..." The evil laugh once again echoed throughout the palace and agian his Namek guards cringed at the sound of it. Again, someone will have to die, to please their god, Learisto...
The sun finished the journey above the mountains and now the light reflected off of the clouds, which touched the top spire of the great structure. Though it would have taken years to build such a fortress, the entirety of it was materialized in mere moments.
The deity turned to his wife and muttered in a language long forgotten by anyone, but for you, I will translate, "Why did they forget me?" He asked softly, "Why? I was their savior, why?" He asked more desperately.
"Be silent... hush, please, you'll disturb Marik." The angel said as she embraced the deity. Marik was their son, but at the moment, he was playing with his wooden sword and paying no attention to his parents.
"They even disowned the name given to them since their creation by my father." He whispered into her ear, "They live nomadically in caves, wearing animal skins like barbarians. All knowledge of the past has been forgotten. They even let someone else move in and claim supremacy."
"I know it." She said softly.
"They're divided and weak. If only they would embrace the past they've forced themselves to forget, then things would be different. I would actually be proud of calling myself, the Legend of the Saiya-Jin."
"Yes, Martek, I know."
"Saiyans! What kind of a name is that?" He said with anger as he moved out of their embrace. Marik looked up from his playing to see his father angered by something.
He walked up to his father and said, "Daddy, what's wrong?" He said with wide eyes that glimmered in the light. Just like his mother, Martek thought.
Martek smiled at his son and said, "Nothing is wrong, Marik. Nothing at all. Hey, wanna spar?"
"Okay!" He said with excitement in his high voice.
Martek picked up a spare wooden sword and readied for Marik to charge as he always did.
As predicted, Marik charged with his sword up high and a smile on his face. He swung the sword erratically as the other sword negated every swing. After about five minutes, Martek thought it was time to let him win again. Marik swung the sword and whacked his father on the thigh. Pretending injury, Martek fell to the ground, acting in pain. Marik then jumped on him and brought him to the ground with the point to his neck.
"Surrender!" He demanded.
"I surrender, just don't hurt me!" Martek said, pretending to cry.
"Daddy, I was only joking!" Marik replied.
"You were?" Martek said innocently. He smiled and set Marik on the ground and got up. He gave his six-year-old son a hug and said, "Good spar."
"I agree." Lexan said coming from behind Marik and embracing them both. Suddenly, all Martek's worries seemed to disappear. That always happened when Lexan hugged him. Everything seemed perfect, only to have the problems return when she let go.
"Hey, Daddy! Can we go to the beaches today?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"YEAH!" He said jumping in the air in complete joy. He ran to his completely overly sized room to get some things together while Lexan and Martek gazed into each other's eyes. Their lips connected for a few moments of sweetness, then to here Marik from the staircase, "EWWW!!!"
They immediately withdrew and Lexan walked over to Marik, her white, thin blouse barely touching the floor and complimenting her body immensely.
"Come, Marik, let me help you get your things together."
"Okay, mommy."
Martek sighed as he watched the two of them go up the stairs. He stood up from his kneeling position and returned to his post on the balcony. He focused his energies and reached out to that ever-distant planet where his people lived. They still lived in caves, but they seemed to all have one burning desire, to take down this species that took over years ago. The moon was almost upon them, just a few more days. Martek had slowed the moon to the pace of Planet Saiya-Jin's moon before he left them. He felt that the moon every night was a bit much, and he was right. They would have killed each other had the moon been out every night, simply out of madness. He opened his eyes, a disappointed deity. He walked away from the balcony and up the stair, to help with Marik, and to see Lexan.
The beach was warm that day. The temperature rose to around ninety degrees, but Martek felt rather comfortable wearing his black robe, under which he had his bathing suit if it proved necessary. Lexan was wearing a rather see-through, white blouse, under which she had her bathing suit, a two piece. Marik was running down the shore line, running in close when the water receeded, then running just out of its reach when it came in. Martek and Lexan followed a little bit behind him, holding hands as they walked. They passed another couple on that beach, and Martek said to them, "Verni fotha!" Or in their language, good day. They smiled and nodded and replied, "Verni fotha." Though Martek knew nothing of the people, he at least took the time to learn their language, it only seemed right that if he was going to share the planet, he might as well be able to communicate with them. The family continued the walk down the beach as happy as could be.
Suddenly, Martek stopped dead in his tracks. He began to shiver and cringe. His body broke out in a cold sweat that drenched his outer fur and tears of blood poured down his flawless face. His head pounded and every muscle ached. He dropped to his knees as Lexan paniced and shouted to Marik to help her.
Tainted words bellowed in Martek's mind, in a voice long since forgotten, a voice of evil, "What kind of deity abandons his people?!" Martek grabbed his head. His eyes were somehow forced open as he looked out onto the open sea. There on the horizon, he saw two, gaping red eyes that articulated of pure evil.
It repeated the same message, but louder. He could feel Lexan and Marik beating upon him, trying to get him to respond, but he felt nothing.
"Will it take your son to get you to realize that?!" It asked diabolically.
"NOOOOO!!!" Martek screamed as he jerked upward.
The sky was blue, the sun was over head, there were no red eyes, and his body felt fine.
"Martek! Are you alright?" Lexan asked desperately.
"Daddy, Daddy! What's wrong?" Marik asked.
Martek reached out and hugged Marik into his chest and repeated to himself, "No one will ever take you away from me... No one..." He whispered.
His son... yes, he will make an excellent sacrifice..." The evil laugh once again echoed throughout the palace and agian his Namek guards cringed at the sound of it. Again, someone will have to die, to please their god, Learisto...