Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth- The Lost Race ❯ Chapter 1

The darkness ate at the weak light struggling through the bared window, leaving a small spotlight on the dusty floor of the bone littered cell, the smell of stale urine, rotting flesh and dried blood with a mix of vomit and unwashed bodies drenched the air. Hidden away, cowering and trying so hard to be unseen by squeezing itself to the corner of the wall in the hope of fading away, in hope to avoid attention was a man. Fair skin wrapped in torn and frayed rags that had once resembled clothing, long hair, clumped together with dirt, sweat, blood and grime making it almost unidentifiable of its natural color. His body was slashed and bruised to the extent until his body could be barely recognized as human with blood still oozing from the deep slashes, pooling out about him.

The loud creek and clang of the door broke the silence which was soon followed by the memorizing echo of heavy footsteps, moving closer. The figure stopped and stood towering over the panicking being who was trying with all his might to disappear into the wall with fright. The giant figure paused for a moment as it stared down, sympathy washing about him and it bent down, taking the broken soul into its arms, turned on its heel and drifted out the door, its large coat, rippling out in its wake.

Outside the silence of the deathly room, war was waging, destruction filled the air. Already the halls were littered with mangled corpses. White walls were stained with blood and were partly destroyed from the violent fights that were raging around the planet.

The younger man weakly hung from his arms, his mind in a whirl, questions flying in all directions. His eyes darted in all directions from under closed eyes, as the light was too much for him to open them. He felt the body about him, it felt strangely similar, it was almost like that this person, this man, was human. He lifted his hand to his face, over one of his swollen eyes, and brushed the dried, crusty blood and pus from his eyes, cracking them open for the first time for weeks. He rarely used them as the cell he was left in was almost always pitch black. It shocked him to see that the man was in fact human, and one he recognized as one of his loyal subjects and best friends.

He was running down the hallways, over the corpses and debris, through a door and into a room. The room was huge that was mainly a large amount of floor space with a long carpet down the middle and at the end was the almighty king Merrick himself. His pale skinned legs hanging over the side of the chair as he sipped on some crimson wine, arrogantly sitting at the throne with a smirk on his face. He looked down at the pair in his presence "Well, if it isn't Griston and his best friend and the little prince, Mr. Marcus, of who belongs to me and should be in his room" He smirked at the larger man, Griston who growled and grit his teeth "He does not belong to you! He is the future king of Veleet and belongs to his people who need him, not some sick demented bastard such as yourself who cares nothing of others, not even his own people! You would gladly strike down another if it meant you would gain some sort of power, even if it were a loved one, even if it were one of your own. Just like you did to Simone, your own daughter, just because she loved me." He stood silent for a moment the hate radiating off of him glaring at the enemy. "Yes, and the little bitch screamed just as well as your friend did too. I was surprised a males voice could go that high" Griston growled, the thought of killing slowly, using as much pain as possible before he let him die, pleased him, but thinking of the prince, he had no choice but to just kill him quickly. "Lets see how high you can scream"

Laying Marcus down, he stood and ran at his target, catching Merrick off guard, giving him a blow to the face and a knee to the gut, before he realized what was going on, receiving blows without any strong defense he was beaten down quickly. Many of the blows caused sickening cracks making Merrick gasp for air and yelp in pain, getting himself beaten down quickly.

Standing back Griston prepared for a finishing attack. All of Merrick's his light, tight fitting clothes were stained and ripped, long white hair, covered his broken face as he panted, blood pooling around him quickly. Griston just smirked, opening a hand, gathering energy in his palm and launching it toward the roof, watching the scene before him as the roof collapsed and landed onto what was his enemy.

Gathering the prince he ran out the opposite door and into the hallway, the exit being near he ran with all his might to get out of there before it was too late for his prince.

Griston's first few steps out the door, were stopped as a blue light, hit him in the back tore through his body, disintegrating flesh and bone, leaving a gaping hole through the giants stomach. He collapsed, falling forward over his prince, Marcus, internal organs still intact spilling out of the gaping hole onto the trapped prince.

Marcus could hear the familiar laughter that gave him nightmare after nightmare that destroyed his pride and scattered his people. "And your pal thought that he could save you?! Ha! Not all stories finish picture perfect my prince and I shall prove it, your use is at an end" Merrick lifted a bloody hand. Blue light gathered in his palm and that was the last image Marcus saw before he embraced his destiny and went to join his family and friends.