Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares of You ❯ Nightmares of You ( Chapter 1 )

Nightmares of You

By: Kichi

 

Disclaimer: I own your soul. That is all you need to know.

 

God help me. I've lost.

I can't believe it.

I can't move and I can barely breathe. It feels like my ribs (which I am sure most of them are broken) are tearing through my lungs. The sun is high above, its brightness hurts my eye (the one that isn't burnt to a cinder, that is) and I feel a slight weight against my hip. I move my head slowly and see Kakarotto's brat, naked and unconscious, minus a tail. Well, it was too little too late on my part, the brat fell on me while in Oozaru form and now I lay like a mangled doll, flung into the dirt.

What hurts most of all is my pride. The Prince of All Saiyans beaten by a third-class loser and his hybrid son. The thought of returning to Frieza's base in such a state causes my stomach to revolt, but I keep it in. Just like everything else.

As if things there weren't bad enough before. I can picture Frieza's hideous face now. Not only did I go to Chikyuu without his “permission”, but I was beaten too! By a third-class brain damaged son-of-a-squad commander!

So many broken bones. I pull my remote out of my shattered armor, dimly surprised it hasn't been destroyed as well. I can't believe it. Me, Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans has to retreat. I try to laugh at the twisted irony. I, who gave so many causes to run in terror, now it's my turn to flee. For a moment the bitterness is too much to bear and I feel hot tears sting my eyes.

No!

Not this! Not one more shot in the balls, so to speak. I gather the last shreds of my honor and roll onto my side.

My legs won't work, so I pull myself along with my arms. At least they still function! I hear a faint hum in the air grow to a deafening roar as my pod descends. I almost sigh in relief but check myself in time. I can't help but feel disgusted at my own weakness.

But I am closer to my destination, and as soon as I heal I WILL come back and destroy this ball of mud which has caused me more pain and grief then anyplace has a right to.

A shadow falls over me suddenly and I am surprised that I am too disoriented to have heard their approach.

“This is for all the people you killed!” the bald midget cried. In his raised hand was a gleaming, silver sword. Fear gripped me with, oddly, a sense of injustice.

“No!” I cried, the fear in my voice enraging me. “I can't move!” he plunged the blade towards my back and I tensed in anticipation of a blow that I knew I wouldn't survive. The phrase “Not fair” rang through my head, and the irony of that struck me too. Since when had my life been anything but unfair? And it was then that I realized I was still alive. Cue ball stood before me with a look of shock on his face.

“G-Goku?!” he blurted in confusion. I paid him no more attention as I pulled myself into my pod. “You saved the earth… I guess you got the right.. to have it your way. But listen Goku, next time you better kick his butt!”

The nerve of that little shit. I'll make him pay.

“Next time, little boys…” faint laugh. “There won't be.. Any miracles.. H-have fun… While you can.” I rasp. Even talking required effort. The look of rage and disgust on the bald guy's face is enough to make me smile.. a little. But as soon as the pod door closes and I feel the moment of weightlessness at lift-off, I close my eyes and dream.

 

I'm tired. I'm so damn tired of struggling to be the best and always falling short. I dream of Kakarotto and revenge. Everything is tinted red as if blood blurs my vision. Through a red, distorted haze Chikyuu perishes before me. Fragments of the battle filter through and the memory of pain awakes me now and again. But it is only for a moment. At times I wish to open my eyes but my eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds each. It's like I'm drowning in a black sea. I feel awake and aware inside a dead body. I try to make any sound to make sure I am really alive and that it is all a dream and a dry groan rolls off my tongue.

So tired, my eyes close again.

Burning rage to soothe the burning pain. But it doesn't really. It just makes the pain that much worse, that much more intense.

But I lost! I was beaten! How can I forget such a thing?

Even after I heal and beat his punk-ass, will I ever forget that once he defeated me?

I don't think so.

Sleep, and this time I hope I dream of nothing, of empty blackness. If I close my eyes again and see the Saiyan face with Human expressions, I shall surely go mad.