Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Last Breath ❯ Last Breath ( One-Shot )

Well, I decided to put up this second part of the trilogy, just because. I didn't get many reviews thus far, but I am doing this just for me. They don't hurt, though. **HINT HINT** Hope you like it!

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::Disclaimer::
Hmm..... are Doritos chips really that daring?? ...Just a thought...

::Warnings::
Not much..... Well, not really a warning, but I don't know anything about when Vegeta was with Lizard-Face so I made it up... Same with the aging. If anyone knows about this, please e-mail me and I'll correct this. Thanks :-) And if you haven't read the part one "Last Words," you may still understand it, but you should read it first.

::Title:: Last Breath

-=-=- Part 1 -=-=-
-=-=- Chambers of the Enemy -=-=-

"Monkey! Get in here now!" the lizard screamed at the infuriated Saiyan Prince who, so many years ago, left his planet for life in pure and undeniable hell on the ship controlled by a threatening lizard who only seemed to complicate things.
"Hmph..." the royal Saiyan complained to the endless space, "What am I..? Nothing more or less than a common beast...? Oh.... I am."
"Monkey, I said NOW!!!" screeched the devil from his chambers.
The coal-blacked eyed prince stared hatefully around this, his prison. Ironically, he'd lived in a cruel dungeon all of his childhood and now, that he had escaped, he was thrown into a worse one. Life was so grim for Vegeta. Couldn't he have one moment of happiness? He crept silently through the metal sliding doors into his masters control room as these thoughts crossed his mind.
"Took you long enough, monkey," complained the lizard lounging in the blood red plush throne he'd had made for himself.
"Sorry, master."
"Yes, yes.... Maybe I should take it out on your precious family....." Frieza threatened.
"No!" Vegeta said, perhaps a little too quickly; a look of fright crossing his face that, by reflex, he quickly hid from him leader.
A wicked smirk crossed his pink dominator's face. "So, little 'prince' cares about his family?" Frieza mocked. "Well?!" he demanded when Vegeta didn't answer immediately.
"I well.... I..." the prince stammered.
As a furious glare roamed along Frieza's face, he raised his strong fist and Vegeta flinched as he received his reward for crossing his devilish owner. A hard blow struck Vegeta on his left cheek as pain seared throughout the rest of his body from numerous kicks. As the burning pain spread, once again, doubted the reason he lived. The life began to drain from him slowly as it stained the navy carpet beneath him. Though hard as he tried, Vegeta couldn't remain standing. He collapsed to the ground and began to drown in an endless slumber. "Oh..." Vegeta thought before submerging into the painless Land of Nod, "Today... is my 17th birthday..."

And then there was nothing except Frieza's soft cackling.

-=-=- Part 2 -=-=-
-=-=- Dreaming of You -=-=-

He fell onto a soft bed and opened his eyes. He saw nothing but a red lighted lamp with a white figure standing next to it. Though his vision was a bit blurred, it was unmistakably his mother. Vegeta smiled from ear to ear. "Mom!!"
The queen turned around and looked at him thrilled. "Vegeta....?! Is it really you?"
Vegeta got up and ran over to her. He embraced her and kissed her pale, smooth cheek. "Mom! It's been years!"
Tears were surging down their cheeks uncontrollably. "My little boy.... I love you so much... I miss you! Don't forget me... all right?"
"Forget you? But you're right here!"
They faced each other and the lovely queen appeared as she did the day he left... and began to dissolve into air before his coal black eyes. "Mom! Don't go!" He reached up to touch her cheek and his hand went right trough her. Long after she'd gone, only three words still echoed around the unseen room : I love you.....
An aqua haired girl, about 16 walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Umm... I'm lost. Can you help me?" she asked the broken prince, her voice trembling with either fear or nervousness; Vegeta couldn't tell.
He turned around to face her and looked deep into her oceanic eyes. This couldn't be a dream... she was too real. "Well, I am lost too, so I can't help you much there. Sorry..."
"Well, at least come with me, okay? I won't be so scared then, all right?"
Reluctantly, he agreed.

-=-=- Part 3 -=-=-
-=-=- Futuristic Visions -=-=-

After what seemed like hours of searching for an exit to another of Vegeta's prisons, she turned to him and said, "Ya know, I don't even know your name. I'm Bulma."
He smiled and reached out his hand, "I'm Vegeta. Pleased to meet you."
She dropped his hand and gasped. "You're... you're him, aren't you?"
A confused look grew on his face. "I'm... who?"
He never would find out who he was because she just smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you, Vegeta!" and then she was gone.
Colors swirled around him and he was falling, falling, down toward a white silky landing. He hit it and fell asleep. When he was awakened the next morning, he remembered the very strange dream he'd had. He rubbed his temples with his thumbs and whispered to himself, "Whoa... how... strange."
However, over the course of his entire life, he'd never remember the second half of his dream when he met Bulma. He tossed and turned for hours thinking of his mother. Finally, about 3 hours of restlessness, he fell into the dark world of slumber. He had another dream that night too...
Vegeta ran through an endless black corridor, tripping over things he couldn't see that felt all too familiar, like bodies. He had no idea where he was or where he was going, he just knew he had to get there. When he finally reached a spot he stopped abruptly. Still, not being able to use his precious sight, the prince turned to his left and reached out to open a door.
Suddenly, he was pulled into space and tossed toward his planet. He stopped abruptly when he could see it clearly. He saw Frieza's gray ship fly toward his orange-yellow planet and fire thousands of nuclear missiles toward his home.
He saw and heard the powerful explosions in slow motion. "No! Arrgh.... please, no!" he heard his mother scream in agony, "Help! Please! Vegeta, save us!" He tried to fly down there and save her, but he found he was paralized, suspended into the endless blackness.
As his home and family were blasted into oblivion, he felt the heat from the missiles cascade all around him. He blinked and was carried into another time and place. He looked around him and saw the white halls of a hospital surrounding him. He was runnung alongside a bed with the very same aqua haired woman from his other dream. She had sweat dripping down her face, and she was clutching onto his hand.
Before he even had time to comprehend what was going on he was swept into yet anothet scene. He was holding a small boy who looked nearly exactly like him except for one factor: the child had purple hair!
"Isn't he cute, Vegeta?" the blue haired woman whispered to Vegeta, her voice full of pride for her little boy.
"Yeah he looks just like me... except for the purple mat of hair on his head. How come it isn't black?" Vegeta found himself saying uncontrollably.
The woman hit him playfully in the side and told him to be quiet, that he was perfect.
The floor seemed to fall from beneath him, as the walls melted away into darkness. He flet himself fall onto the floor and smash his head into something very hard that he guessed was the table. As he fell into another darkness, he saw a white, milky-like figure come out of the sky and hug him tightly. Somehow, someway, he knew that this was his mother.

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-=-=-Princess Bulma-=-=-