Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ No title yet ( Chapter 42 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StaindGT 
Just a sneak peek at the upcomings. So many of you were mad at me for not closing all the problems. If I had done that then I wouldn't need to write a Sequal, But I AM!!!
Should be out in a few months...hahaha.. Just keep an eye out
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 666 | Visits: 677 | Status: Completed
Just a sneak peek at the upcomings. So many of you were mad at me for not closing all the problems. If I had done that then I wouldn't need to write a Sequal, But I AM!!!
Should be out in a few months...hahaha.. Just keep an eye out
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 666 | Visits: 677 | Status: Completed
Vegeta-sei…
His eyes shot open, finding the reddish sky and flying creatures. A weight pounded on his chest forcing breath to be past through lungs he once again had. He was in a body. He felt every muscle, every wave of blood, every heartbeat, and every bone. He felt heat, the ground, the air, he could even taste again.
But how could this have happened? He was in a place so perfect that he couldn’t even remember. With every blink the memories of the heavens were leaving him. Out of desperation he commanded himself to stay lifeless, hoping that he would travel back to the peaceful breeze.
Sound returned. Voices, screams, shouts, engines roaring, people walking. How crazy it was. Powers taunted his attention. He was losing focus on the happiness he had once experience. And now it was a distant thought.
His body moved. So awkward it was to have a body again. He sat up, staring at his dirty hands, blue eyes gazing across the wide landscape. No one took notice of him but then again he took no notice of them. He was trying to remember but all that came back to him was a woman. A woman of such importance. And an accident.
Blood. He looked down at his shirt; it was soaked with the red liquid that was his life. He had died. Hadn’t he? Scared beyond all thought he ripped the shirt from him, finding no hole on his heart. It couldn’t have been a dream. There were too many things connected. He had died. He didn’t want to live. He wanted to go back home. But then he realized, he didn’t remember where that heaven place was.
He stood in unknown fright. How had he gotten here? Could this be hell? He couldn’t be alive. Was he a ghost?
“Hey, you!” A guard yelled, Trunks put his hands over his ears. Everything was so loud. He didn’t know this place. He didn’t know anyone. What if these were the people that killed him? “Hey!” Trunks ran, not knowing what else to do, scared out of him mind he easily lost the man that was coming toward him.
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Vegeta stared at his busted eyepiece, glaring to everyone in the War communications base. Each of their equipment broken also. It was a power surge but the only person who was strong enough to short out their scouters was he.
“King Vegeta.” His black eyes darted over to Bardock. “I think you should look at this.” Annoyingly the king came to the screen, a camera was zooming in. In the middle of the field they saw an unknown creature. Vegeta ordered a guard out to see what it was. “I might be able to get a different angel. The security tape just shot on. It didn’t sense anything until the creature was already there. It’s odd.” The guard came on screen and within a few second the alien was gone, speed that was impossible by several types of creatures. “Hold on.” Bardock rewind the tape, using the computers to get better vision. “There.” He paused his finger pressed against the glass. The symbol of a royal was marked on his shirt.
“It can’t be.” Vegeta whispered zoning in on the picture. “How…”
“King Vegeta. Your mate calls for you.” Vegeta’s eyes went to a main screen where her frown and red cheeks full of anger greeted him. He left the machine unwillingly, glancing back only for a moment before hearing the raging voice.
“So you were just going to fucking leave me out of the war? After everything, you weren’t going to tell me.”
“Eventually.”
“Bullshit. We’re coming, Vegeta. We are coming back.”
His eyes shot open, finding the reddish sky and flying creatures. A weight pounded on his chest forcing breath to be past through lungs he once again had. He was in a body. He felt every muscle, every wave of blood, every heartbeat, and every bone. He felt heat, the ground, the air, he could even taste again.
But how could this have happened? He was in a place so perfect that he couldn’t even remember. With every blink the memories of the heavens were leaving him. Out of desperation he commanded himself to stay lifeless, hoping that he would travel back to the peaceful breeze.
Sound returned. Voices, screams, shouts, engines roaring, people walking. How crazy it was. Powers taunted his attention. He was losing focus on the happiness he had once experience. And now it was a distant thought.
His body moved. So awkward it was to have a body again. He sat up, staring at his dirty hands, blue eyes gazing across the wide landscape. No one took notice of him but then again he took no notice of them. He was trying to remember but all that came back to him was a woman. A woman of such importance. And an accident.
Blood. He looked down at his shirt; it was soaked with the red liquid that was his life. He had died. Hadn’t he? Scared beyond all thought he ripped the shirt from him, finding no hole on his heart. It couldn’t have been a dream. There were too many things connected. He had died. He didn’t want to live. He wanted to go back home. But then he realized, he didn’t remember where that heaven place was.
He stood in unknown fright. How had he gotten here? Could this be hell? He couldn’t be alive. Was he a ghost?
“Hey, you!” A guard yelled, Trunks put his hands over his ears. Everything was so loud. He didn’t know this place. He didn’t know anyone. What if these were the people that killed him? “Hey!” Trunks ran, not knowing what else to do, scared out of him mind he easily lost the man that was coming toward him.
~~~~~~~~~```````
Vegeta stared at his busted eyepiece, glaring to everyone in the War communications base. Each of their equipment broken also. It was a power surge but the only person who was strong enough to short out their scouters was he.
“King Vegeta.” His black eyes darted over to Bardock. “I think you should look at this.” Annoyingly the king came to the screen, a camera was zooming in. In the middle of the field they saw an unknown creature. Vegeta ordered a guard out to see what it was. “I might be able to get a different angel. The security tape just shot on. It didn’t sense anything until the creature was already there. It’s odd.” The guard came on screen and within a few second the alien was gone, speed that was impossible by several types of creatures. “Hold on.” Bardock rewind the tape, using the computers to get better vision. “There.” He paused his finger pressed against the glass. The symbol of a royal was marked on his shirt.
“It can’t be.” Vegeta whispered zoning in on the picture. “How…”
“King Vegeta. Your mate calls for you.” Vegeta’s eyes went to a main screen where her frown and red cheeks full of anger greeted him. He left the machine unwillingly, glancing back only for a moment before hearing the raging voice.
“So you were just going to fucking leave me out of the war? After everything, you weren’t going to tell me.”
“Eventually.”
“Bullshit. We’re coming, Vegeta. We are coming back.”