Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Vegeta's Memories ( Chapter 7 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed
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Chapter 7
Vegeta's memories
Last time with Vegeta and Trunks in Sainan no Kekka:
Opening my eyes, I stare at the twisted form of my son, my executioner. He has ascended into Super, the golden power pulses and shifts around his taunt body. But, his eyes....his eyes are pure evil, something I have never seen in my almost gentle son. He has my eyes. The corners slightly lifted and the ocean color flooded with a crimson red. The blood-like irises swim and dance like flame to a fire. A hatred passion burns in him, he is I. A me from so very long ago. Oh, Trunks, what has my blood done to you? What has made you snap?
"For for your mother's sake, make this quick," are my last words to my insane son.
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A haze brakes and my vision clears. "What the Hell?" I ask out loud. I am holding twin Ki balls of deathlike strength, my mother and father are on the floor in a pool of blood. Extinguishing the Ki balls, I run to their side. "What happened here father? Where has all this blood come from? Please....PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN'T DO THIS!!!" I wail. Not knowing the truth, not remembering how I got here. Last I remember I was flying home from Dende's tower.
"Boy, are you all right?" I ask my ashen son. Does he truly not remember anything? Not knowing how to assess this, I opt for timid ness. His mannerisms speak as if he doesn't recall, but this could be a tactic in getting me away from my mate. The Sayian in me goes into over drive, screaming at me. What if he wants to steal your mate from you, the nasty blood speaks to me. Mentally nodding in agreement, I stand slowly with the woman firmly placed in my arms. Injured or not, I will fight to the death to keep my mate. Even if she be a husk of human flesh, having the soul departed from her shell. If this is so, I will follow.
"I am fine..." I tell him, noticing for the first time I am super. "I am super Sayian?" Oh, I did do this! I killed my mother and almost killed my father. Gathering my Ki inward, I will kill myself. If I don't my father will surely do it for me. Closing my eyes, I accept my fate. My sins will burn me in hell, where I belong. "Goodbye father, I am more sorry than you will ever know!" big tears run down my face, I haven't cried since I was little, haven't been as weak since childhood.
"TRUNKS! STOP!" All I can do is yell as I watch my son destroys himself. He really doesn't know what has transpired. The foolish boy thinks he has killed his mother. Can't he feel her Ki is still lingering, she can still be saved. How unfair this choice I have to make. To save my son, my heir, from killing himself, or save my mate, my life. I do not have time to save both, if I choose Trunks, Bulma will die of blood loss. "DAMN YOU KAMI FOR DOING THIS TO ME! HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?!"
My body feels funny, my head spins, what is happening? A sickening punch to my chest knocks the air from within them. Damn, I must be drowning in the Onna's blood through our bond. "No, please, let me save my son!" The pain becomes severe, pulling the very life from me. A white energy surrounds Bulma and I, it must be the way to the afterlife. "Trunks please stop..." the energy expands around our standing forms. The floor shifts from beneath me, or perhaps I am dizzy. I cannot stand any longer, falling to the tile landing with a loud slap. Cradling Bulma's body to mine, wishing I had done things differently in my life. I have been given a rare second chance, something almost no one ever receives.
Bulma has given me a life of splendor, an heir, a daughter to spoil, and everything a man could want for. And, how have I repaid her. With my acid insults and stubborn ways. I have spurned her aspects of love and thrown them in her face. Not once have I expressed my feelings for her, or my children. Now as I lay dying, not even able to mouth the words to my dead mate or my dimensioning son. Never mind damning the fates, I damn myself.
*Do you understand your errors Vegeta?* a wisp of a voice floats in my head. "Who are you? Damn it, get out of my head!" If I am to die at least let it be in peace, after all I deserve that.
"Father? FATHER ANSWER ME!" he just stars into space, talking to ghosts only he can see. His voice pulled my from my destruction, only to have him and mother die in front of me. What's the use in living when you have nothing left? Mother, Father, Goten, all gone? * Don't speak that way Trunks, did you so easily forget your sister, she needs you too.* a soft, ethereal, voice dances in sad melodrama through my mind. How could I forget Bra?
My mother groans deep, she lives! Pulling the sensu from my pocket, I force it into her mouth. Rubbing her throat roughly making her swallow. Just now noticing where all the blood has come from. Large, deep, gashes run down the length of her right forearm. Has she tried to kill herself? No, mother's not like that! But, what has happened? Her tear filled blue eyes open, and my own tears flow again. This time in happiness and ease, the wounds knit together and heal. She will live. "Mother?" my voice shakes.
"Trunks? I am alive! I thought I was dead, I was in heaven," she says in awe. Now that she is fine, I need to get my father back. He still sits there, a blank expression over his glazed eyes. He breaths,therefore, he lives.
Grabbing him by the arms, I shake him violently. I know, it's not the best tactic, but what else am I to do? "Father! Snap out of it and fucking answer me! You wanted me back so badly only to leave! I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS!" pulling back my arm, I open handed slap him across the face. Nothing stimulates Vegeta more than violence.
"Do that again Boy, and I will feed your rotting body back to you in mouth fulls," he rasps out with little meant venom. His coal eyes open, and he takes a deep rattling breath. Taking a moment to focus on what his eyes lay on, he gasps. "Bulma, your alive." With the information of his mates good health, he passes out from exhaustion.
"VEGETA!," my mother screeches, the harpy voice of her's so wonderful to my ears. Standing up, taking the limp form of my father with me, I walk over to the med table. A horrid vision of deja-vu seeps into my head, weren't we here a few hours ago?
"He is breathing steadily, and his Ki is strong. I think he has just fainted," I tell my worried mother with a hint of humor. "Although he will regret it to his grave that, he Prince of ALL Sayian's, has fainted," I lace the word fainted with a dirty note.
"Thank Kami he is all right," she sighs, fully knowing now that all is well and truly find once more. realizing what I had just said, she squeals in laughter, huge bubbly fits of it, "Oh no, I don't think Vegeta would find this remotely funny." Sobering slightly, she adds, " I don't even know why I am laughing. What happened? All I can remember is cutting my arm so Vegeta would come back to me. Or at least the scent of my blood." So she did inflict her wounds, how strange.
Running a bloodied hand through my hair, I pace in small circles. A tension settle between my shoulder blades, as I contemplate how much, and what, to tell my mother. Clearly she doesn't remember anything, and more times than not ignorance is bliss. Why worry her over nothing is she doesn't have to? "I don't really know what happened, it's best to wait for father to wake up then we can ask him." There, not really a lie, but not the truth either. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up, and I will watch him for now. Your a mess."
She looks down at the blood covered shirt and work pants, and cringes. No doubt visions of past events flood her mind. There are memories made today that are not going to be forgotten soon. Laughing nervously, she agrees, " Yeah, I could really use a shower. Let me know if he wakes up." She turns and her slim form disappears behind the curtain divider.
I inhale deeply, and begin to finally relax. She is gone, and I don't have to answer any more hard question. Pulling up a metal chair, I settle into the cold metal and await my father's awaking. The deep intakes of his breath calm me, just knowing he is fine take the edge of the head ache that threatens to pound out my brain. "Oh, father, what is going on here?" I ask his sleeping form, wishing for all the answers.
His dark eyebrows twitch once, the relaxed look on his face brings him back years younger. With the frown and scowl gone, he looks like he could be my age or younger. The only thing giving his true maturity away is the lines in the corner of his eyes. Reaching out to trace the line of cheek bone, I take advantage of the one time I can appreciate my father's beauty. Raven's black hair still thick and full, smooth wrinkle free skin, cherry red lips in a sea of tanned flesh, he truly is a creature of beauty. Something my mother said a while ago pops into my head. She once commented on his looks, and he freaked out screaming that a Sayian warrior is NEVER pretty. I remember that day now like it was yesterday. The anger flushed his cheek red, and the fire snapping in his eyes scared the living hell outta me. The acid he spit at my mother that day burned itself into my memory, I remember the hatred I felt for him.
After he stormed out, I followed him into the Gravity Chamber, cornering him. There was a yelling match and an exchange of blows, flowing into an all out battle or spar as he would called it later. It took until we were both drained and bleeding before he explained to me the reasons for his temper. Someone else apparently thought him 'pretty'. It was that day I learn of my father's life before earth. I recall the nightmares I had for weeks after, and the new respect I gained for him. My father, the strong and proud warrior, never gave up.
"Bulma?" he groans. Reaching back my arm, I watch as he opens one eye then the other, the second getting stuck shut at first. "Trunks."
"Yeah, it's me. Mom is taking a shower. How are you feeling?" I ask quietly, still unsure how he is going to react. Deep within me I have shards of memory of a fight between my father and I. I do not know if this is real or not, but better, in dealing with Vegeta, to use caution. "Like shit," he grits out painfully.
"I have another sensu, do you want it?" I ask timidly knowing how he hates those things. `They're for the weak and that third class baka,`he would always say. A grunt passes for approval, judging by the condition he is in I wouldn't doubt one would be welcomed. Grabbing the sensu from my pocket, I hand it to him knowing he would just snarl at me if I fed it to him, that would be going to far.
Swallowing there tiny miracle bean, he visibly heals before my eyes. I will never get used to the sight of some one healing so quickly and before me. The tightness of his body relaxes, and now I must ask him what has happened. How I do not wish too, but it must be done. At least I know that I was not involved in injuring my mother. That, I could not ever live with. "Father, what has happened? All I remember is coming out of a dream, standing here super sayian with Ki balls poised for attack. Then, you went pale as a ghost, with some kind of white light surrounding you and mother. I thought you two were going to die. When I went to you and ask if you were all right, you screamed at not knowing who I was and yelled at me to get out of your head. Do you know what is going on?" I spit out too quick.
"Slow down your ramblings and maybe I can answer you," I harshly grumble at the boy. I can see the fear plainly in his eyes, and all doubts of his sincerity are omitted. Inside my emotions are swirling and churning, outside though they are almost non-existent. It wasn't you I was yelling at, "It was the Gentle Maiden." With her on earth, he is going to know about her sooner or later. Better to hear it from me. I just can't get over he appearance. I thought she was dead, she left us so many years ago. Hot anger bubbles up like bile, how can she show her face now after she left us to die?
"The Gentle Maiden?" he asks, like I know he would.
"Yes, now if you shut up I will tell you about her," opting for sarcasm in the face of revealing unwanted facts. "She the Sayian Goddess of life and death, a living contradiction. She takes on two forms, the Gentle Maid the aspect of life, and the Dark Lady the aspect of death. The maiden embodies the sun, and the Lady the moon, are you following me? She is the complete ying yang, all powerful and deadly. She can combine her forms into one being, known as Asira. She ruled the galaxy fairly with her mate,Thor,by her side, that is until she just disappeared and left the Sayian race to die when Freeza came and blew up our world. I thought she was dead." I explain, taking a shallow breath as it finally hits home. Asira's alive and here.
A look of bewilderment settle on Trunks's face, I know what he is feeling. "Is she evil?" he asks. How to answer, it's complicated. "Yes and no. She is both good and evil, that's what makes her do deadly. She can be loving you one minute and killing you the next. "
"You speak as if you know her, Piccolo said you and her were friends." I state to my father. It was true, everything Piccolo said was true. And we ARE all going to die, just look at the web of chaos she has spun already. Everything come crashing home, it was her voice in my head. Urging me on, giving me her dark power, making me want to kill. She must have been the same voice in father's head as well. Asira's come to earth with a vendetta, and only she knows who to take payment from.
"Yes, of course, I knew her. She gave my bloodline the thrown and created the Sayian race with three drops of her blood tears. It was said that she was lonely of living life alone, true she had her divine mate, but she was baron. She want a child, unable to procreate she 'birthed' our race. One drop for strength, one for longitivity, and the last for a warrior's spirit. That is why no male from my bloodline ever took a queen, we took mates but never a queen. She was always the ruling female of the Sayian's. The Dark Lady taught us how to hunt, to forge weapons, and to fight and was worshiped by the males. The Gentle Lady taught us how to mate, how to form homes, and how to raise offspring she was worshiped by the females."
"She is EVIL father how can you worship something as fowl as her? She has killed Goten, and Piccolo says she will destroy us all!" I freak out on him. He speaks of this monster with admiration and loyalties unheard of his personality. He has never once spoken of his family with the air he has of the...SHE BEAST.
"She has killed Goten? She has seen him for what he is, a half breed abomination," I tell him, not liking the looks he is giving me. I know he mourns his friends passing, but that is no excuse for this insubordination. Then the proverbial light goes on in my head, my own son is a half breed abomination. Panic raises in my chest, this is not good.
Trunks's features fault as he says the very thought in my mind, "Well then father, I guess I am next on her list. For I am too a half breed. But, she is NOT my god, I will fight! She has no right to take lives because they're not of pure blood, I will kill her. With or without your aide." Giving his speech, he stands tall, shoulders back and walks out of the med lab. Not sparing one look back or one last word.
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Chapter 7
Vegeta's memories
Last time with Vegeta and Trunks in Sainan no Kekka:
Opening my eyes, I stare at the twisted form of my son, my executioner. He has ascended into Super, the golden power pulses and shifts around his taunt body. But, his eyes....his eyes are pure evil, something I have never seen in my almost gentle son. He has my eyes. The corners slightly lifted and the ocean color flooded with a crimson red. The blood-like irises swim and dance like flame to a fire. A hatred passion burns in him, he is I. A me from so very long ago. Oh, Trunks, what has my blood done to you? What has made you snap?
"For for your mother's sake, make this quick," are my last words to my insane son.
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A haze brakes and my vision clears. "What the Hell?" I ask out loud. I am holding twin Ki balls of deathlike strength, my mother and father are on the floor in a pool of blood. Extinguishing the Ki balls, I run to their side. "What happened here father? Where has all this blood come from? Please....PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN'T DO THIS!!!" I wail. Not knowing the truth, not remembering how I got here. Last I remember I was flying home from Dende's tower.
"Boy, are you all right?" I ask my ashen son. Does he truly not remember anything? Not knowing how to assess this, I opt for timid ness. His mannerisms speak as if he doesn't recall, but this could be a tactic in getting me away from my mate. The Sayian in me goes into over drive, screaming at me. What if he wants to steal your mate from you, the nasty blood speaks to me. Mentally nodding in agreement, I stand slowly with the woman firmly placed in my arms. Injured or not, I will fight to the death to keep my mate. Even if she be a husk of human flesh, having the soul departed from her shell. If this is so, I will follow.
"I am fine..." I tell him, noticing for the first time I am super. "I am super Sayian?" Oh, I did do this! I killed my mother and almost killed my father. Gathering my Ki inward, I will kill myself. If I don't my father will surely do it for me. Closing my eyes, I accept my fate. My sins will burn me in hell, where I belong. "Goodbye father, I am more sorry than you will ever know!" big tears run down my face, I haven't cried since I was little, haven't been as weak since childhood.
"TRUNKS! STOP!" All I can do is yell as I watch my son destroys himself. He really doesn't know what has transpired. The foolish boy thinks he has killed his mother. Can't he feel her Ki is still lingering, she can still be saved. How unfair this choice I have to make. To save my son, my heir, from killing himself, or save my mate, my life. I do not have time to save both, if I choose Trunks, Bulma will die of blood loss. "DAMN YOU KAMI FOR DOING THIS TO ME! HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?!"
My body feels funny, my head spins, what is happening? A sickening punch to my chest knocks the air from within them. Damn, I must be drowning in the Onna's blood through our bond. "No, please, let me save my son!" The pain becomes severe, pulling the very life from me. A white energy surrounds Bulma and I, it must be the way to the afterlife. "Trunks please stop..." the energy expands around our standing forms. The floor shifts from beneath me, or perhaps I am dizzy. I cannot stand any longer, falling to the tile landing with a loud slap. Cradling Bulma's body to mine, wishing I had done things differently in my life. I have been given a rare second chance, something almost no one ever receives.
Bulma has given me a life of splendor, an heir, a daughter to spoil, and everything a man could want for. And, how have I repaid her. With my acid insults and stubborn ways. I have spurned her aspects of love and thrown them in her face. Not once have I expressed my feelings for her, or my children. Now as I lay dying, not even able to mouth the words to my dead mate or my dimensioning son. Never mind damning the fates, I damn myself.
*Do you understand your errors Vegeta?* a wisp of a voice floats in my head. "Who are you? Damn it, get out of my head!" If I am to die at least let it be in peace, after all I deserve that.
"Father? FATHER ANSWER ME!" he just stars into space, talking to ghosts only he can see. His voice pulled my from my destruction, only to have him and mother die in front of me. What's the use in living when you have nothing left? Mother, Father, Goten, all gone? * Don't speak that way Trunks, did you so easily forget your sister, she needs you too.* a soft, ethereal, voice dances in sad melodrama through my mind. How could I forget Bra?
My mother groans deep, she lives! Pulling the sensu from my pocket, I force it into her mouth. Rubbing her throat roughly making her swallow. Just now noticing where all the blood has come from. Large, deep, gashes run down the length of her right forearm. Has she tried to kill herself? No, mother's not like that! But, what has happened? Her tear filled blue eyes open, and my own tears flow again. This time in happiness and ease, the wounds knit together and heal. She will live. "Mother?" my voice shakes.
"Trunks? I am alive! I thought I was dead, I was in heaven," she says in awe. Now that she is fine, I need to get my father back. He still sits there, a blank expression over his glazed eyes. He breaths,therefore, he lives.
Grabbing him by the arms, I shake him violently. I know, it's not the best tactic, but what else am I to do? "Father! Snap out of it and fucking answer me! You wanted me back so badly only to leave! I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS!" pulling back my arm, I open handed slap him across the face. Nothing stimulates Vegeta more than violence.
"Do that again Boy, and I will feed your rotting body back to you in mouth fulls," he rasps out with little meant venom. His coal eyes open, and he takes a deep rattling breath. Taking a moment to focus on what his eyes lay on, he gasps. "Bulma, your alive." With the information of his mates good health, he passes out from exhaustion.
"VEGETA!," my mother screeches, the harpy voice of her's so wonderful to my ears. Standing up, taking the limp form of my father with me, I walk over to the med table. A horrid vision of deja-vu seeps into my head, weren't we here a few hours ago?
"He is breathing steadily, and his Ki is strong. I think he has just fainted," I tell my worried mother with a hint of humor. "Although he will regret it to his grave that, he Prince of ALL Sayian's, has fainted," I lace the word fainted with a dirty note.
"Thank Kami he is all right," she sighs, fully knowing now that all is well and truly find once more. realizing what I had just said, she squeals in laughter, huge bubbly fits of it, "Oh no, I don't think Vegeta would find this remotely funny." Sobering slightly, she adds, " I don't even know why I am laughing. What happened? All I can remember is cutting my arm so Vegeta would come back to me. Or at least the scent of my blood." So she did inflict her wounds, how strange.
Running a bloodied hand through my hair, I pace in small circles. A tension settle between my shoulder blades, as I contemplate how much, and what, to tell my mother. Clearly she doesn't remember anything, and more times than not ignorance is bliss. Why worry her over nothing is she doesn't have to? "I don't really know what happened, it's best to wait for father to wake up then we can ask him." There, not really a lie, but not the truth either. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up, and I will watch him for now. Your a mess."
She looks down at the blood covered shirt and work pants, and cringes. No doubt visions of past events flood her mind. There are memories made today that are not going to be forgotten soon. Laughing nervously, she agrees, " Yeah, I could really use a shower. Let me know if he wakes up." She turns and her slim form disappears behind the curtain divider.
I inhale deeply, and begin to finally relax. She is gone, and I don't have to answer any more hard question. Pulling up a metal chair, I settle into the cold metal and await my father's awaking. The deep intakes of his breath calm me, just knowing he is fine take the edge of the head ache that threatens to pound out my brain. "Oh, father, what is going on here?" I ask his sleeping form, wishing for all the answers.
His dark eyebrows twitch once, the relaxed look on his face brings him back years younger. With the frown and scowl gone, he looks like he could be my age or younger. The only thing giving his true maturity away is the lines in the corner of his eyes. Reaching out to trace the line of cheek bone, I take advantage of the one time I can appreciate my father's beauty. Raven's black hair still thick and full, smooth wrinkle free skin, cherry red lips in a sea of tanned flesh, he truly is a creature of beauty. Something my mother said a while ago pops into my head. She once commented on his looks, and he freaked out screaming that a Sayian warrior is NEVER pretty. I remember that day now like it was yesterday. The anger flushed his cheek red, and the fire snapping in his eyes scared the living hell outta me. The acid he spit at my mother that day burned itself into my memory, I remember the hatred I felt for him.
After he stormed out, I followed him into the Gravity Chamber, cornering him. There was a yelling match and an exchange of blows, flowing into an all out battle or spar as he would called it later. It took until we were both drained and bleeding before he explained to me the reasons for his temper. Someone else apparently thought him 'pretty'. It was that day I learn of my father's life before earth. I recall the nightmares I had for weeks after, and the new respect I gained for him. My father, the strong and proud warrior, never gave up.
"Bulma?" he groans. Reaching back my arm, I watch as he opens one eye then the other, the second getting stuck shut at first. "Trunks."
"Yeah, it's me. Mom is taking a shower. How are you feeling?" I ask quietly, still unsure how he is going to react. Deep within me I have shards of memory of a fight between my father and I. I do not know if this is real or not, but better, in dealing with Vegeta, to use caution. "Like shit," he grits out painfully.
"I have another sensu, do you want it?" I ask timidly knowing how he hates those things. `They're for the weak and that third class baka,`he would always say. A grunt passes for approval, judging by the condition he is in I wouldn't doubt one would be welcomed. Grabbing the sensu from my pocket, I hand it to him knowing he would just snarl at me if I fed it to him, that would be going to far.
Swallowing there tiny miracle bean, he visibly heals before my eyes. I will never get used to the sight of some one healing so quickly and before me. The tightness of his body relaxes, and now I must ask him what has happened. How I do not wish too, but it must be done. At least I know that I was not involved in injuring my mother. That, I could not ever live with. "Father, what has happened? All I remember is coming out of a dream, standing here super sayian with Ki balls poised for attack. Then, you went pale as a ghost, with some kind of white light surrounding you and mother. I thought you two were going to die. When I went to you and ask if you were all right, you screamed at not knowing who I was and yelled at me to get out of your head. Do you know what is going on?" I spit out too quick.
"Slow down your ramblings and maybe I can answer you," I harshly grumble at the boy. I can see the fear plainly in his eyes, and all doubts of his sincerity are omitted. Inside my emotions are swirling and churning, outside though they are almost non-existent. It wasn't you I was yelling at, "It was the Gentle Maiden." With her on earth, he is going to know about her sooner or later. Better to hear it from me. I just can't get over he appearance. I thought she was dead, she left us so many years ago. Hot anger bubbles up like bile, how can she show her face now after she left us to die?
"The Gentle Maiden?" he asks, like I know he would.
"Yes, now if you shut up I will tell you about her," opting for sarcasm in the face of revealing unwanted facts. "She the Sayian Goddess of life and death, a living contradiction. She takes on two forms, the Gentle Maid the aspect of life, and the Dark Lady the aspect of death. The maiden embodies the sun, and the Lady the moon, are you following me? She is the complete ying yang, all powerful and deadly. She can combine her forms into one being, known as Asira. She ruled the galaxy fairly with her mate,Thor,by her side, that is until she just disappeared and left the Sayian race to die when Freeza came and blew up our world. I thought she was dead." I explain, taking a shallow breath as it finally hits home. Asira's alive and here.
A look of bewilderment settle on Trunks's face, I know what he is feeling. "Is she evil?" he asks. How to answer, it's complicated. "Yes and no. She is both good and evil, that's what makes her do deadly. She can be loving you one minute and killing you the next. "
"You speak as if you know her, Piccolo said you and her were friends." I state to my father. It was true, everything Piccolo said was true. And we ARE all going to die, just look at the web of chaos she has spun already. Everything come crashing home, it was her voice in my head. Urging me on, giving me her dark power, making me want to kill. She must have been the same voice in father's head as well. Asira's come to earth with a vendetta, and only she knows who to take payment from.
"Yes, of course, I knew her. She gave my bloodline the thrown and created the Sayian race with three drops of her blood tears. It was said that she was lonely of living life alone, true she had her divine mate, but she was baron. She want a child, unable to procreate she 'birthed' our race. One drop for strength, one for longitivity, and the last for a warrior's spirit. That is why no male from my bloodline ever took a queen, we took mates but never a queen. She was always the ruling female of the Sayian's. The Dark Lady taught us how to hunt, to forge weapons, and to fight and was worshiped by the males. The Gentle Lady taught us how to mate, how to form homes, and how to raise offspring she was worshiped by the females."
"She is EVIL father how can you worship something as fowl as her? She has killed Goten, and Piccolo says she will destroy us all!" I freak out on him. He speaks of this monster with admiration and loyalties unheard of his personality. He has never once spoken of his family with the air he has of the...SHE BEAST.
"She has killed Goten? She has seen him for what he is, a half breed abomination," I tell him, not liking the looks he is giving me. I know he mourns his friends passing, but that is no excuse for this insubordination. Then the proverbial light goes on in my head, my own son is a half breed abomination. Panic raises in my chest, this is not good.
Trunks's features fault as he says the very thought in my mind, "Well then father, I guess I am next on her list. For I am too a half breed. But, she is NOT my god, I will fight! She has no right to take lives because they're not of pure blood, I will kill her. With or without your aide." Giving his speech, he stands tall, shoulders back and walks out of the med lab. Not sparing one look back or one last word.
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WHOOOIE another chappie out! I like the way this one turned out. Lemme know whatcha think!
SeveredWings@aol.com <if you even wanna drop an email!