Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Death comes easy to the Weak ( Chapter 1 )

Lost on a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

Death Comes Easy to the Weak

Chapter One

"Stop that damn mumbling Azura! I'm sick of it all; in fact I'm sick of you!"

Those were his last words before he left her, alone and afraid. Silently she had cursed his soul purpose of being, but it didn't bring much comfort. In fact, the whole fiasco between him and her was so petty it seemed like a dream afar. They would argue into the nights, sometimes till the crack of dawn, over little things that had meant so much at the time.

Azura no õhì was on her own for once. And it wasn't easy either.

Drifting a hand down towards her bulbous belly, the future hier to a fallen realm, a tear streaked silently down her rosy cheeks. Thin and fair haired, she had only dreamt of such nightmares such as what she had reached upon. Dejected, pregnant, she rolled over, struggling with the royal blue covers with disgust.

Why am I in this mess? She pondered, as she rolled to her other side with a grunt. Lost like a ghost, I am no more to the king than a whore - right?

Glancing at the bedside clock she began to growl with a hint of disgust. Why was I selected for this damned burden? She paused, pursing her lips as she slowly began to sit up, as if remembering a memory from the lonesome past. Dreaded had been the selection ceremony; His grace had defiantly been lacking judgment and she a naïve girl not realizing what she was getting herself into. Oh! The pettiness!

Sitting upwards as the sun's rays bounced off her nude frame, she groped for a robe, humming softly. Nine months she had been with him, nine months they had weathered both the good times and the bad - but now he was gone - like a lurid phase in which she would never understand - Vegeta no Ou's temperamental outburst towards her actions.

Maybe a bath will cheer me up… she decided, finally tying up her negligee. The garment was stained with the colors of blue, fashioned in a way so that it didn't constrain her enlarged tummy. Walking over to the bathroom, enriched with the smells of lavender mixed with the scent of her mate. Growling to herself, she trudged over to the golden bathtub, lowering herself to the knobs and buttons with regulated it. After switching buttons and turning some knobs, the bath's computer chimed - water began to gush out; warm and refreshing. Lighting a candle, she disrobed and slowly slunk into the watery cage.

Closing her eyes, Azura began to sink down further to the point where only her head and the round contour of her belly were like islands in a sea. What is with this World? She pondered, as a tear trickled down her rosy cheeks. My mate hates me - oh little one! Frowning slightly, she felt the babe kick and then relax. It was as if everything that had ever happened between herself and her mate had begun with the conception of the babe. Tears dripped into the warm, scented water with a little plash as her eyes focused towards the scarlet wall hangings, focused into nothing.

She was a dead soul - the negatives and warping of a boring childhood had vanquished her mind into muddle. Time had stopped; it was as if everything was over for her - the ending of a life not yet fulfilled. As silver tears trickled down her cheek, she complicated her demise - or at least a final stance against her mate - the severing of ties not yet content.

An hour later she was dressed and well presentable, her long midnight hair flowed down her back in a wave, crashing past her shoulders to her buttocks. Walking out of her apartment, she nodded calmly towards the posted guards, encompassing their brief smiles with her delicate charm.

Moving down the royal hallways she passed the rows of dead kings from the past, at least in portrait form. Scowling, she cursed each and every one of them, all the way to her babe's forbidder. Never had she regarded her mate with such disgust, never would she feel his pain and regrets.

Stepping before a door marked "TRAINING," she paused, waiting for something to pull her away, and yet something to draw her in. Inside she could hear the heavy pants of her mate, as he danced in the delights of his training. Somehow she would never know what drew her there, or what horrors she would receive. Typing in the final codes, she opened the door with a violent swoosh.

******

Breathing ragged breaths, his highness shoved one of his personal trainers away, swiftly turning about and landing a roundhouse in the trainer's gut.

He was the no Ouji and proud of the fact that he held the power of his people in his very clenched fists. Yet pride and anger would go hand in hand as he quarreled with himself and others about him. He was a jealous man, envied by the fact he was surrounded in the tides of false glory and a bitter mate to match.

Ever since the days in which they had court shipped and frolicked in the days of nativity and outright lust, the marriage had brought little succession. Unhappy, selfish, his mate had disliked him for his meaning, his propose for being and it did not bid the king well. Love was far away in the passing of night and sadness came and went. Ever since the conceiving of his heir, she had become outright violent and unpredictable, frightening Vegeta even more than before. Faced with a inner soul vapid of expression, he dealt his cards unwisely. Maybe I had gone too far with that last shouting match, his mind quickly relinquished the intimate complications with the dire thoughts of ill - found glory. Their love life was dead; he felt no warmth from his mate and thus had returned the favor.

Hearing the `swoosh' of the entrance to his gym, the king felt an ominous warning bid him from his instincts. Turning, he saw her once again, bothering him in the only place in which he had felt escape. Her swollen belly and thin frame concealed the unwrought anger burning inside.

Now was the time to escape, now was the time to confront the deepest of desires, yet Vegeta stood there, unhindered in emotions, confident and proud. "What is it now, Azure?" the words of venom dripped off his tongue like syrup. It was a now of never, a dire circumstance, which would never let him live in such mannerism.

"Nothing," she replied curtly in her thin little voice that had begun to annoy him moments after making love to her. It was high and tall, matching mouth with body posture. "Except for the babe's safety."

"What do you mean?" Panic swept the no Ouji like a fire burning across a sea of oil. "What's wrong with the brat?"

"Nothing, except I feel something isn't right…"

****

Moments away in the palace's garden, there sat a rose bush. In Saiya-jin culture the white rose implemented life. There was a saying in which spoke of each rose was a soul unhindered; drop one petal, the spirit is depressed, drop a few more, the soul is traversing quickly towards death. Upon this very rose bush, swaying in the breeze, a rose began to loose its petals in a rapid succession. Life was fading….

****

"Onna! What's happening to you?" The no Ou screamed, running towards his falling mate.

Trudging across the heated mats like a dying animal, Azure looked down at her legs. Blood, crimson and dripping, began to spread down the insides of her dress. As she fell towards her fate, a smile pursed her lips for but a moment.

Rolling over the queen, Vegeta gasped in horror. She was limp as a damp rag, and all it took to lift her up was just about no energy. Quickly he sent his fellow trainers to alert the doctors as he cradled her in his strong arms. Blood was staining her dress, and as he looked for the source, he feared for the babe and of his mate.

"Onna! Don't leave me now! You're with my, no our heir, we're going to work things out, but please!" Tears of rage slowly rippled down his battle harden cheeks, as he clutched her close.

And yet, unbeknown to him, she was watching him. Spirited away, she watched his futile efforts as hugged her close, kissing her softly on her blue stained lips. She was a floating, a soul doomed to the life of the underworld, and now she realized that all which had happened was a mistake - a heavy toll in which she would experience till the end of time in hell.

****

Outside the Medical bay, hours later, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, head sunken. His face was stained red from spent tears. Blood was crusted upon his armor and large palms. Now it was over, everything they had worked together, all those times they had fought and the caressing of each other as they drank the elixir of the forbidden fruit. He was emotionally drained, feeling the death of his mate's demise.

"Sire?" A doctor opened the medical doors and strutted forward, covered in blood. Vegeta nodded his head, expecting the worse, hoping for the best as if this was a random checkup. "I have some good and bad news, your highness…"

"Give it to me doctor, I've been waiting for it" snapped Vegeta, throwing back his cape. "Where is she? Where is my son?"

"Your wife, the Queen, sir. She was a tough fighter," The doctor shook his head sadly. "She didn't make it-"

"No wonder I couldn't feel her ki…" he grimaced, raising his hands to his face and letting out a great big sigh. "After all we've been through-"

"The babe-"

"Tell me!"

"Sire," The doctor pulled his hands from his pockets, trying his best not to show any emotions. "Knowing that she was with child, we calculated the risks-"

"Cut the Bull crap, doc," growled the no Ou. "I've been to hell and back just to hear the results!"

"The babe lives, sire."

Standing tall, he nodded off the doctor and quickly walked through the frosted glass doors. Imedialty he was aghast at the sight of his fallen mate, her arms dangling off the sides of the table, her innards cut and severed, revealed.

There was the wailing of a child not far off in the maze of the lab. Gently covering his mate with a blanket, kissing her on the forehead one last time, he made haste towards the wails.

He was a small thing, and very loud too! Hair like his father, long and midnight black and with little priecing eyes that looked as if they were seeing the insides of your soul - like his mothers' the king picked up the infant, cradling him in his muscular arms. "Shh…" he whispered in gentle Saiyago.

The infant looked up at the tall statue of his father, sniffed him and let out a little glee of delight. Wrapping its tail around his tou-san's wrist, it began to climb up and look him over, even playing with the no Ou's goatee. Tockled by the brat's sense of awareness, Vegeta no Ou chuckled in delight. "Little one, you are going to be the savior of our race; you certainly have the strength!"

With a cry of delight, the child began its frantic search for milk, but seeing no mother, it growled, pawing the no Ou.

"Hungry?" asked Vegeta. "I haven't even told you your name yet and you're hungry!" The young prince looked up at his father and let out a different snivel. "Vegeta is going to be your name, Saiya, Vegeta soño júnìno no Ouji!" The little one twisted his face up, trying to aknowledge his new name,

"Yes, young Vegeta, you will be the savior of a people lost in turmoil…."

A/N: Yay! Veggie-chan is born! *gets slapped by the Vegeta no Ouji.* OW! Well anyways I hope you liked this chapter, I'm telling you, you're gonna love the next chappie! *Gets pelted by a ton of toothpicks!* Ouch! I'll have it soon!