Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Ramblings of a Mad-woman ( Chapter 8 )
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By: SeveredWings83 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
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Chapter 8
Ramblings of a madwoman
Swiping the tears away rapidly, cursing the boy for this, I sit on the cold damp floor. “Oh Thor’s right,” I whisper out loud. Shifting my weight uncomfortably on the stone, idle thoughts of my wicked past deeds seep into my head. These are the moments I have long hated, the moments where the ugly emotion named conscience rears her nasty head.
“You know it deep inside of you, Asira, that you deserve everything you receive.” it rasps in the recesses of my mind. Damn it for being right. How many innocents have I killed? One hundred million, two perhaps, I don’t really recall? ? Countless worlds, countless races, countless faces haunting my dreams. So many screaming voices, too many un-named faces, too much blood spilt. “Don’t you see, all the lives you’ve snuffed. Death, for you, would be a release. Insanity will do nicely.”
“STOP IT, get out of my HEAD!” I scream. A sniveling, sadistic laugh echoes through out my mind. “Damn you Freeze! DAMN YOU TO HELL! This is all your fault. Do you hear me, you slimy lizard, just wait until I get my hands on you. Death will be the release for you, the bounty hunters won’t even recognize the pieces of shit that’s left of you.”
Earth moving quakes attack me, shaking violently I curl my wings around this body. This is it, I have finally gone insane. I am yelling out loud to myself. Making up pretend Freeza’s to haunt my brain.
*Asira, Damn you answer me, or by The Ancient one, I will come shake you awake!* An angry male voices bellows. Tightening my wings round me, I begin to rock to and fro. My mind not registering anything other than…blood so much blood. Crimson rain falling from the black skies, droplets streaking my cheeks, are they mine? Fingers sticking together, nails digging for the heart, life ceases.
The quakes birthing into something life a seizure, pulling the life and sanity from my flesh. “So much blood….” Blackness descends upon the blood haze and the floor meets my face.
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Falling downward so very fast, shards of broken bones pierce my flesh with every inch I fall. All the faces scored from their hosts, mouths twisted into grim silent screams of agony. Do you see what you have accomplished in your lifetime. The monotone voices echoes through the cavern of corpses. Slowing in decent to a hovering stop, the bodies twitch and groan. Sluggishly moving towards me with unseeing eyes, eyes which have been sewn shut.
“I have not done this. I have not MUTALATED them! THEY ALL DIED QUICK AND PAINLESS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!!!” Does screaming really help? My own voice echoes back to me, contorted, in an accusation.
“Daddy, will you teach me to fly?” a childish singsong voice bleats through me. “SURE Goten, just concentrate your Ki, and feel the air under you.” A masculine tenor responds with love. To
be Loved? What does that feel like again? Goten, did you love your father? “That’s it Goten, just like that! Can you go higher? You’ve got it! That’s my boy!” a proud Goku praises his son. The blatant pride and love he feels for his son brings tears to my eyes.
Do you recall love Asira? “No.” I tell the rotting corpses trying to move away from them. Step by wilted step the come closer until I can taste their fetid breath in my mouth. “Get away from me…please do not come any closer!” I squeal in terror. I so don’t want them to touch me. Are they getting closer or are the walls moving in on me? I do not know anymore.
“DADDY help me!” a scared Goten cries, seeing through his eyes now, I see the cause for fear. We are six years old, and a snarling wolf is chasing us. Hunger played plainly across his features. Razor sharp teeth are dripping with acid saliva. Strong arms wrap round me, and I feel safe. Burrowing deep into the arms of my savior, with out looking I know it’s our father.
“It’s ok now Goten, I have you.” Warm so warm, “Thank you daddy, he was going to eat me! I was so afraid.” our tiny voice squeaks.
“Stop this madness!” I scream, too many voices in my head. Throwing my head back, yelling a war cry to rival any warlord, the blackness envelopes me once more. This time the blackness feels like cool silk on a spring night. A breath of warm summer breeze filter in through the seems of my own personal hell. Stitches pull and tear letting the light seep in, a wave of soft pearl feathers float me up to the light. Vague memories flood my head, to broken to interpret.
*Asira, sleep now, you need to rest before your mind shatters.* Inhaling quickly, I remember that mothering voice. The darkness of the cavern bleeds away morphing into a hall of golden rays. Yes, I remember now, Myst. The silent screaming corpses shed their dead skin, replaces with bowed white wolves. The animal of the Maid. *It’s time to sleep Asira, you done too much already.* Does her voice sound disgusted?
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Crimson eyes bleach to violet, ebon locks change to luminescent white and silver, sharp fangs pull back up into the gums, the completion of Myst almost complete. Thoughts and memories of past deeds done as Asira, assimilated and stored. Crystalline tears run in fast rivers, “Of all the thing to do Asira, WHY HE BOY! He was mine.”
Falling to the gold tiled floor, I weep for the fall of my chosen mate. Not mated in the flesh, only in distant dreams and nightly visions, I will not die with his body and spirit. But, that does not make the hurt go away. Even though I loath Asira for her deeds, I cannot believe she did this purposely. She would never had known what the boy was to me. It is in these few rare moments, after the change, that we are aware of each other.
A flood of regret slams into our head, she knows now. HIS blood gives her the ability to grieve for us, a bittersweet irony.
Another voice from the abyss registers, our prince he is dying. What is this Asira, Prince Vegeta too! You just couldn’t stop with my mate, you had to kill the fountain head of our line? Reaching down through the link shared between us, I pull Vegeta’s soul. “I will NOT let you perish I her name! Not you my Prince!”
The warm ball of light fills the palms of my hands. Shaking my head I see now why she was drawn to him. He orb normally blue in color, that like his aura, is tainted black in too many places. A black scorch for every sin committed. “Oh, my Prince, has it truly been so long since I have awoken? Seventy five percent of the glowing soul in charred. Why? Why Vegeta have you lead your life as such? You are better than this, my prince.”
Closing my eyes, I look into the past transgressions. “Oh, no nonononononono!” Every memory seen kills a part of me. All the way up to the reason why he is teetering on the edge of life. His mate, like mine, is dead. I will not have this, not when I have it within my power to save them both.
“Do you understand the error of your ways?” I ask my Prince, taking liberties in braking the barriers of his mind. He screams and rages at the intrusion, I toss that aside. If he does not co-operate he mate will die. There is only one thing that can be done. I will take his soul and split it, giving a portion of it to he mate. Calling her soul back into her body, his will anchor it. Souls are a tricky thing, but if the will to live is strong they will stay grounded.
Pulling my power up to bind them together, I force it into them. Bulma’s a red, fiery glow so much like her personality, his the tainted blue, mix together as if they were meant to be. Whispering the ancient words to the two souls to complete the ritual.
Passions, powers, dreams gone past
Lives of loved ones saved
One spirit bound, together I cast
To live forever, for all the days
“There, my prince, it is done. Please do not through away my gift.” My last will before I send their souls back, is of a plead for innocence. I do not know if it will work, but one can only hope that my soft words will have their way. Pulling my mind back from his, I send the souls home.
Swimming back up from the abyss, I find myself back in the dank cave. “Home sweet home, for the time being anyway.” Until Asira regains strength, she being the stronger of us. Lying down on the hard stone, spent, I let the sleep take me away.
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Okies all….lemme know what ya’ll think????
SeveredWings
Chapter 8
Ramblings of a madwoman
Swiping the tears away rapidly, cursing the boy for this, I sit on the cold damp floor. “Oh Thor’s right,” I whisper out loud. Shifting my weight uncomfortably on the stone, idle thoughts of my wicked past deeds seep into my head. These are the moments I have long hated, the moments where the ugly emotion named conscience rears her nasty head.
“You know it deep inside of you, Asira, that you deserve everything you receive.” it rasps in the recesses of my mind. Damn it for being right. How many innocents have I killed? One hundred million, two perhaps, I don’t really recall? ? Countless worlds, countless races, countless faces haunting my dreams. So many screaming voices, too many un-named faces, too much blood spilt. “Don’t you see, all the lives you’ve snuffed. Death, for you, would be a release. Insanity will do nicely.”
“STOP IT, get out of my HEAD!” I scream. A sniveling, sadistic laugh echoes through out my mind. “Damn you Freeze! DAMN YOU TO HELL! This is all your fault. Do you hear me, you slimy lizard, just wait until I get my hands on you. Death will be the release for you, the bounty hunters won’t even recognize the pieces of shit that’s left of you.”
Earth moving quakes attack me, shaking violently I curl my wings around this body. This is it, I have finally gone insane. I am yelling out loud to myself. Making up pretend Freeza’s to haunt my brain.
*Asira, Damn you answer me, or by The Ancient one, I will come shake you awake!* An angry male voices bellows. Tightening my wings round me, I begin to rock to and fro. My mind not registering anything other than…blood so much blood. Crimson rain falling from the black skies, droplets streaking my cheeks, are they mine? Fingers sticking together, nails digging for the heart, life ceases.
The quakes birthing into something life a seizure, pulling the life and sanity from my flesh. “So much blood….” Blackness descends upon the blood haze and the floor meets my face.
************************************************************************ ******
Falling downward so very fast, shards of broken bones pierce my flesh with every inch I fall. All the faces scored from their hosts, mouths twisted into grim silent screams of agony. Do you see what you have accomplished in your lifetime. The monotone voices echoes through the cavern of corpses. Slowing in decent to a hovering stop, the bodies twitch and groan. Sluggishly moving towards me with unseeing eyes, eyes which have been sewn shut.
“I have not done this. I have not MUTALATED them! THEY ALL DIED QUICK AND PAINLESS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!!!” Does screaming really help? My own voice echoes back to me, contorted, in an accusation.
“Daddy, will you teach me to fly?” a childish singsong voice bleats through me. “SURE Goten, just concentrate your Ki, and feel the air under you.” A masculine tenor responds with love. To
be Loved? What does that feel like again? Goten, did you love your father? “That’s it Goten, just like that! Can you go higher? You’ve got it! That’s my boy!” a proud Goku praises his son. The blatant pride and love he feels for his son brings tears to my eyes.
Do you recall love Asira? “No.” I tell the rotting corpses trying to move away from them. Step by wilted step the come closer until I can taste their fetid breath in my mouth. “Get away from me…please do not come any closer!” I squeal in terror. I so don’t want them to touch me. Are they getting closer or are the walls moving in on me? I do not know anymore.
“DADDY help me!” a scared Goten cries, seeing through his eyes now, I see the cause for fear. We are six years old, and a snarling wolf is chasing us. Hunger played plainly across his features. Razor sharp teeth are dripping with acid saliva. Strong arms wrap round me, and I feel safe. Burrowing deep into the arms of my savior, with out looking I know it’s our father.
“It’s ok now Goten, I have you.” Warm so warm, “Thank you daddy, he was going to eat me! I was so afraid.” our tiny voice squeaks.
“Stop this madness!” I scream, too many voices in my head. Throwing my head back, yelling a war cry to rival any warlord, the blackness envelopes me once more. This time the blackness feels like cool silk on a spring night. A breath of warm summer breeze filter in through the seems of my own personal hell. Stitches pull and tear letting the light seep in, a wave of soft pearl feathers float me up to the light. Vague memories flood my head, to broken to interpret.
*Asira, sleep now, you need to rest before your mind shatters.* Inhaling quickly, I remember that mothering voice. The darkness of the cavern bleeds away morphing into a hall of golden rays. Yes, I remember now, Myst. The silent screaming corpses shed their dead skin, replaces with bowed white wolves. The animal of the Maid. *It’s time to sleep Asira, you done too much already.* Does her voice sound disgusted?
************************************************************************ ******
Crimson eyes bleach to violet, ebon locks change to luminescent white and silver, sharp fangs pull back up into the gums, the completion of Myst almost complete. Thoughts and memories of past deeds done as Asira, assimilated and stored. Crystalline tears run in fast rivers, “Of all the thing to do Asira, WHY HE BOY! He was mine.”
Falling to the gold tiled floor, I weep for the fall of my chosen mate. Not mated in the flesh, only in distant dreams and nightly visions, I will not die with his body and spirit. But, that does not make the hurt go away. Even though I loath Asira for her deeds, I cannot believe she did this purposely. She would never had known what the boy was to me. It is in these few rare moments, after the change, that we are aware of each other.
A flood of regret slams into our head, she knows now. HIS blood gives her the ability to grieve for us, a bittersweet irony.
Another voice from the abyss registers, our prince he is dying. What is this Asira, Prince Vegeta too! You just couldn’t stop with my mate, you had to kill the fountain head of our line? Reaching down through the link shared between us, I pull Vegeta’s soul. “I will NOT let you perish I her name! Not you my Prince!”
The warm ball of light fills the palms of my hands. Shaking my head I see now why she was drawn to him. He orb normally blue in color, that like his aura, is tainted black in too many places. A black scorch for every sin committed. “Oh, my Prince, has it truly been so long since I have awoken? Seventy five percent of the glowing soul in charred. Why? Why Vegeta have you lead your life as such? You are better than this, my prince.”
Closing my eyes, I look into the past transgressions. “Oh, no nonononononono!” Every memory seen kills a part of me. All the way up to the reason why he is teetering on the edge of life. His mate, like mine, is dead. I will not have this, not when I have it within my power to save them both.
“Do you understand the error of your ways?” I ask my Prince, taking liberties in braking the barriers of his mind. He screams and rages at the intrusion, I toss that aside. If he does not co-operate he mate will die. There is only one thing that can be done. I will take his soul and split it, giving a portion of it to he mate. Calling her soul back into her body, his will anchor it. Souls are a tricky thing, but if the will to live is strong they will stay grounded.
Pulling my power up to bind them together, I force it into them. Bulma’s a red, fiery glow so much like her personality, his the tainted blue, mix together as if they were meant to be. Whispering the ancient words to the two souls to complete the ritual.
Passions, powers, dreams gone past
Lives of loved ones saved
One spirit bound, together I cast
To live forever, for all the days
“There, my prince, it is done. Please do not through away my gift.” My last will before I send their souls back, is of a plead for innocence. I do not know if it will work, but one can only hope that my soft words will have their way. Pulling my mind back from his, I send the souls home.
Swimming back up from the abyss, I find myself back in the dank cave. “Home sweet home, for the time being anyway.” Until Asira regains strength, she being the stronger of us. Lying down on the hard stone, spent, I let the sleep take me away.
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Okies all….lemme know what ya’ll think????
SeveredWings