Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sound the Bugle ❯ Sound the Bugle ( One-Shot )

This song is so depressing that it made me cry. It's called Sound the Bugle from the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron soundtrack by Bryan Adams. When I heard this, an idea for another songfic popped into my head. I was in a dark mood when I wrote this, and listening to the song didn't help much, so the fic is rather dispiriting. I wrote it in less than ten minutes, but I think it's still pretty good. Short, though.

I don't once mention the character's name in the fic, but I do know who it is. Can you guess? I'll tell you guys at the end, but I want you to think about it as you read. How many of you guess right?

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~Sound the Bugle~

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He had followed the group away from his home, not turning his head for a final look for fear of a breakdown. Even then he had been alone. No one had walked beside him. No one had spared him a backwards glance to see if he was all right. He had been completely alone.

Alone. He would forever be alone. Forever and for always.

And the thought ate away at his soul.

There was no more reason to go on; no more reason to live. His life would never return to the way it had been. It would forever be a dark prison of sadness and despair. And he couldn't bare it.

~Sound the bugle now.

Play it just for me.

As the seasons change,

Remember how I used to be.~

The stunning beauty of the setting sun outside his window was lost on the dying boy.

Dying...

He had been taught to die with honour, but his heart had none left. He had been robbed of his dignity, given up on. What good was honour now?

When death came, he planned on welcoming it with open arms. He would embrace it, and he wouldn't let go.

His empty heart needed comfort, and if he could find that comfort in death, then so be it.

~Now I can't go on,

I can't even start.

I've got nothin' left,

Just an empty heart.~

He was a warrior, and it was in his blood to hang on until the bitter end. But he no longer had a desire to do so, and he no longer cared what all the others thought of him.

He knew for a fact he would either be sent away on a mission to a place where he would find death, or they would leave him in his room to perish. Another lost cause.

That was all he was to the people he now dwelled with. Another fighter. He just happened to be one who had nothing more to live for. One who was giving up.

Even still they paid him no mind.

~I'm a soldier,

Only so I must give up the fight.

There's nothing more for me.

Lead me away,

Or leave me lyin' here.~

He didn't care about his line any longer. He didn't care about whether or not his father would be proud. He didn't care about his future, for he hadn't one.

He could find no escape from the hell in which he lived. Every road seemed only to bring him more pain and less will to live.

He couldn't help but wonder how long it would take them to discover he was no longer part of their world. He could only pray that he would soon be some place better.

~Sound the bugle now.

Tell them I don't care.

There's not a road I know,

That leads to anywhere.~

He had tried to battle his way through life for a time, but his world lacked the light he needed to see. He had fallen into a rut from which he was unable to free himself.

He stretched out on the small, hard mattress in what was called his room. It was more like a dungeon in his opinion, but his views weren't regarded at all. Not in this place.

He could feel his body weakening with every ragged breath he took. Not even at this time was there someone beside him. No one to bid him farewell as he departed from the world in which he currently resided.

~Without a light,

I fear that I will stumble in the dark.

Lay right down beside me,

Not to go on.~

His eyes closed as he felt himself slipping away from life. He made no effort in the least to stop himself from falling off the edge off of the cliff of existence.

Death was coming for him, and he rushed towards it, eager to depart from this world, but something blocked his path. It was a person, as far as he could tell, but then he stopped to correct himself. It was not a person. Not a real one. It was a vision, and as he approached it, it turned into a familiar figure.

"Remember who you are," it called to the boy. The figure's voice sounded far away, and it had an echo to it, yet the boy had no fear, for it was his father.

~Then from up high,

Somewhere in the distance,

There's a voice that calls,

"Remember who you are."~

He stopped, making no move, as he eyed his father curiously. He said nothing and thought nothing, for such things happen on the brink of death.

"If you lose yourself, your courage will soon follow. So be strong, my son, and remember who you are. You will live, boy, and you will get your revenge on that monster. I will not allow you to give up. You have so much ahead of you. It is not part of your destiny to pass now. You still have much to accomplish..." The man's voice had a tone of finality as his words trailed off and the vision disappeared.

Remember who you are...

The boy blinked, fearing he had forgotten.

Remember...

He willed himself to recall his identity. Willed himself to remember what had been to important about him. And with a jolt he did.

~"If you lose yourself,

Your courage soon will follow,

So be strong tonight.

Remember who you are."~

His eyes opened, and for a moment he dreaded he was gone. He no longer wished it so. He knew who he was, and couldn't believe he had forgotten. He would avenge the deaths of those close to him, and such things could not happen if one was dead.

He was a soldier, and he thought this with pride. He was not a slave. He was not one to be pushed around and forced to do things against his will. And he would put up with it no longer. He was not some sort of animal that could be held in captivity.

Freedom would be his once more. He would win it back.

And he would fight for it alone if need be.

~Yeah!

You're a soldier now,

Fightin' in a battle,

To be free once more.

Yeah, that's worth fighting for!~

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~The End~

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The character in the fic is none other than young Vegeta no Ouji. Be honest... How many of you guessed correctly? It doesn't matter either way. The purpose of the fic is not to see who guess and who didn't. It's for the purpose of writing and reading.

Anyways, I hope you liked it. Since I'm working on so many songfics right now, I was debating the fact of whether or not to make it into a songbook or leave them as individual fics. What do you guys think? Leave a review or e-mail me at crimson_angel_07@msn.com.