Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prelude ❯ The Law ( Chapter 12 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 102 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 102 | Status: Completed
There was a great celebration at the Saiya-Jin make-shift camp that night. They became drunk on their achievements and revelled in their vile acts. A giant fire roared in the camp that night, razing the earth under it with a flame twenty feet high. Saiya-Jin women danced around the enormous fire, pleasing the warriors of the genocidal battle.
Martek sat away from the jubilee, watching as his people bragged about the horrendous actions they had done that day. It made Martek sick to say the least. He could feel his stomach spasming with every mere thought of that day. Lexan slowly came up behind him and spoke softly to him, not to startle the hulk, "Martek,... what's wrong?"
Martek slowly turned his head to see Lexan then revolved it back, continuing to view the evil celebration. He spoke, saying, "You were there, you saw what these creatures," Martek pointed towards the camp, "did today. When I thought war was our only option, I thought it was going to be a war."
Lexan was confused by his words. He continued, "What was fought here was no battle. It was murder."
"So why don't you do something about it?"
"I can't do that."
Lexan walked with a quickened pace towards Martek. She turned his head to look him in the eyes, "Why the hell not?!You're deity for cryin' out loud! You're not some student at Pugnaturus anymore. You're not subject to the law of the king! You dont adhere to the rules others may bind you with, you make the goddamn rules, you're the freakin' government, you are the law!"
Martek blinked once... twice... three times, letting all Lexan said sink in completely. He then looked her in the eyes and said to her, "Thank you, my love." He then looked to the camp with vengeance, he would not let his people go unpunished for such crimes.
Martek walked before the people of Saiya-Jin. Their jubilee continued as the trading of stories went on amongst the warriors.
"And then, I punched through the guy!" Laughter followed as the Saiya-Jin gave a visual aid of the blood not yet washed off. Martek continued to walk, looking at the ground, taking in all that he could hear.
"...I ran a broken pole through the guy vertically! Then I threw 'im in the fire while he was still alive!"
"...before I killed her, I nailed her big time!"
"...first, I tore off his arm, then his opposite leg, then I stuffed them down his throat!"
Martek flinched at this, then he came across something that disturbed him the most. He heard a child, maybe ten years old brag about the adult he killed that day. He even had the red streaks on his arms from where the blood splattered. He was practically..., no, he was showing off to his friends. They ooed and ahhhed at him, and you could see the child was obviously proud of his accomplishments. Martek rushed over to the Saiya-Jin, and before the boy knew what was happening, the shadow of Martek loomed over him. the boy loked up to meet the anger filled eyes of the Legend himself. The boy opened his mouth to speak, timidly though, "L..l..look Mr. Legend, I..I.. had my first k..ki..kill today." The boy beamed with complete joy.
Martek grimaced, he spoke with a solemn tone, "I see the blood on your hands..." Martek reached for the boys arm to as if to inspect it, only to put it down quickly, "Does it make you feel more like a man?!" Martek shouted, nearing the lose of control.
"Are you proud of this?" Martek asked more quietly.
The boy shied away, nodding his head slightly. Martek squeezed his fists, fighting the rage that was building.
"Even children..." He thought.
"Hey you! get away from my son!" Martek heard a voice behind him, he felt a hand grab his arm and turn him around only to see terror fill the face of the father. His eyes turned to the size of watermelons and all color left his face. He fell to the ground, paying homeage and perfusely asking forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Legend! I'm sorry, Legend!I'm sorry, Legend!"
"Alright already! On your feet!"
The man jumped up tensely and stared straight ahead for fear of his life and of his child's.
Martek walked away with a scowl. He reached the fire and watched how the women were dancing. They circled around the infernal breath of hell, using differnt motions to please the soldier spectators, and at this point, Martek had had just about enough of this.
He suddenly jumped into the air and with a in a hideous ire, the air around him burned and warped with the fires of hell and he gave off such a war cry, that the ground began to quiver. He shouted out to his sinful people, "Barbaric savages! I should kill you all where you stand!"
He had their full attention.
"And to think I saved you all, only to bring you to a planet to commit genocide?! You could have at least given them worthy deaths! Quick deaths! A death you would give a Saiya-Jin!"
A drunken Saiya-Jin answered, "Jus... leevas alon! We... we were doin' all the... work... maybe.. you should.. fight, instead-"
An arm petruded from the man's chest. The drunkards eyes met eyes filled with pure hatred, with malevolence and fury. The man began to fall, and Mratek pushed him off his arm.
"How else dares to oppose me?!" He roared.
He flew back into the air, making the air around him burn. You could visibly see flames instead of his usual aura. He was letting the anger take control again. Before he knew it, he was holding a fireball and flung it towards the flame of the camp. It immediately, upon contact, caused the fire to erupt and expand tenfold, singeing all within fifty feet of the mighty hellfire, and incinerating the women who were dancing around it. The tip of flame flickered right underneath Martek's feet, but he took no notice. He called out yet again, this time with a voice of that of an Oozaru, "Whosoever shall take pleasure in the torment and torture of the foe, shall be killed! Whosoever prolongs the suffering of the foe, shall be killed! Whosoever touches the foe in any immoral way, shall be killed! And whosoever opposes me, shall be killed!"
The entire camp fell into a dead silence. No one dared to move for fear of their lives. The Legend stood above them, burning with a nitghmaric flame about to sow his seeds of jugdement to the Saiya-Jin.
"Martek! Calm yourself! Regain control!" A voice called from the mob of
Saiya-Jin.
Martek glared down at the savages, trying to find the culprit.
"Martek! Stop it!"
He found the Saiya-Jin! He flew towards her in a vicous rage, but when he got to her, he found himself unable to hamr her. It was Lexan. Slowly, he powered down, having been very near to ascending to level ten. He decelerated his breathing, disabled his aura, and eventually, color returned to his eyes. He realized what he had done, and what he was about to do. He breathed deep, blocking the tears that were rushing to his eyes, he embraced Lexan whispering to her, "I'm so sorry, so sorry."
"It's ok, you didn't do anything to me. I'm fine. It's ok..."
He let go of her and donned the 'angered deity mask' again. He, then, flew into the night, with Lexan closely following. The people looked at each other in shame. They finally grasped what they had done, and how wrong it was, exactly. They apprehended precisely how close they had come to death by the Legend, and silently vowed for it never to happen again.
You may not be hearing from me for a while, got fuckin exams to study for. Until next time...
-ApocalypseBlade
Martek sat away from the jubilee, watching as his people bragged about the horrendous actions they had done that day. It made Martek sick to say the least. He could feel his stomach spasming with every mere thought of that day. Lexan slowly came up behind him and spoke softly to him, not to startle the hulk, "Martek,... what's wrong?"
Martek slowly turned his head to see Lexan then revolved it back, continuing to view the evil celebration. He spoke, saying, "You were there, you saw what these creatures," Martek pointed towards the camp, "did today. When I thought war was our only option, I thought it was going to be a war."
Lexan was confused by his words. He continued, "What was fought here was no battle. It was murder."
"So why don't you do something about it?"
"I can't do that."
Lexan walked with a quickened pace towards Martek. She turned his head to look him in the eyes, "Why the hell not?!You're deity for cryin' out loud! You're not some student at Pugnaturus anymore. You're not subject to the law of the king! You dont adhere to the rules others may bind you with, you make the goddamn rules, you're the freakin' government, you are the law!"
Martek blinked once... twice... three times, letting all Lexan said sink in completely. He then looked her in the eyes and said to her, "Thank you, my love." He then looked to the camp with vengeance, he would not let his people go unpunished for such crimes.
Martek walked before the people of Saiya-Jin. Their jubilee continued as the trading of stories went on amongst the warriors.
"And then, I punched through the guy!" Laughter followed as the Saiya-Jin gave a visual aid of the blood not yet washed off. Martek continued to walk, looking at the ground, taking in all that he could hear.
"...I ran a broken pole through the guy vertically! Then I threw 'im in the fire while he was still alive!"
"...before I killed her, I nailed her big time!"
"...first, I tore off his arm, then his opposite leg, then I stuffed them down his throat!"
Martek flinched at this, then he came across something that disturbed him the most. He heard a child, maybe ten years old brag about the adult he killed that day. He even had the red streaks on his arms from where the blood splattered. He was practically..., no, he was showing off to his friends. They ooed and ahhhed at him, and you could see the child was obviously proud of his accomplishments. Martek rushed over to the Saiya-Jin, and before the boy knew what was happening, the shadow of Martek loomed over him. the boy loked up to meet the anger filled eyes of the Legend himself. The boy opened his mouth to speak, timidly though, "L..l..look Mr. Legend, I..I.. had my first k..ki..kill today." The boy beamed with complete joy.
Martek grimaced, he spoke with a solemn tone, "I see the blood on your hands..." Martek reached for the boys arm to as if to inspect it, only to put it down quickly, "Does it make you feel more like a man?!" Martek shouted, nearing the lose of control.
"Are you proud of this?" Martek asked more quietly.
The boy shied away, nodding his head slightly. Martek squeezed his fists, fighting the rage that was building.
"Even children..." He thought.
"Hey you! get away from my son!" Martek heard a voice behind him, he felt a hand grab his arm and turn him around only to see terror fill the face of the father. His eyes turned to the size of watermelons and all color left his face. He fell to the ground, paying homeage and perfusely asking forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Legend! I'm sorry, Legend!I'm sorry, Legend!"
"Alright already! On your feet!"
The man jumped up tensely and stared straight ahead for fear of his life and of his child's.
Martek walked away with a scowl. He reached the fire and watched how the women were dancing. They circled around the infernal breath of hell, using differnt motions to please the soldier spectators, and at this point, Martek had had just about enough of this.
He suddenly jumped into the air and with a in a hideous ire, the air around him burned and warped with the fires of hell and he gave off such a war cry, that the ground began to quiver. He shouted out to his sinful people, "Barbaric savages! I should kill you all where you stand!"
He had their full attention.
"And to think I saved you all, only to bring you to a planet to commit genocide?! You could have at least given them worthy deaths! Quick deaths! A death you would give a Saiya-Jin!"
A drunken Saiya-Jin answered, "Jus... leevas alon! We... we were doin' all the... work... maybe.. you should.. fight, instead-"
An arm petruded from the man's chest. The drunkards eyes met eyes filled with pure hatred, with malevolence and fury. The man began to fall, and Mratek pushed him off his arm.
"How else dares to oppose me?!" He roared.
He flew back into the air, making the air around him burn. You could visibly see flames instead of his usual aura. He was letting the anger take control again. Before he knew it, he was holding a fireball and flung it towards the flame of the camp. It immediately, upon contact, caused the fire to erupt and expand tenfold, singeing all within fifty feet of the mighty hellfire, and incinerating the women who were dancing around it. The tip of flame flickered right underneath Martek's feet, but he took no notice. He called out yet again, this time with a voice of that of an Oozaru, "Whosoever shall take pleasure in the torment and torture of the foe, shall be killed! Whosoever prolongs the suffering of the foe, shall be killed! Whosoever touches the foe in any immoral way, shall be killed! And whosoever opposes me, shall be killed!"
The entire camp fell into a dead silence. No one dared to move for fear of their lives. The Legend stood above them, burning with a nitghmaric flame about to sow his seeds of jugdement to the Saiya-Jin.
"Martek! Calm yourself! Regain control!" A voice called from the mob of
Saiya-Jin.
Martek glared down at the savages, trying to find the culprit.
"Martek! Stop it!"
He found the Saiya-Jin! He flew towards her in a vicous rage, but when he got to her, he found himself unable to hamr her. It was Lexan. Slowly, he powered down, having been very near to ascending to level ten. He decelerated his breathing, disabled his aura, and eventually, color returned to his eyes. He realized what he had done, and what he was about to do. He breathed deep, blocking the tears that were rushing to his eyes, he embraced Lexan whispering to her, "I'm so sorry, so sorry."
"It's ok, you didn't do anything to me. I'm fine. It's ok..."
He let go of her and donned the 'angered deity mask' again. He, then, flew into the night, with Lexan closely following. The people looked at each other in shame. They finally grasped what they had done, and how wrong it was, exactly. They apprehended precisely how close they had come to death by the Legend, and silently vowed for it never to happen again.
You may not be hearing from me for a while, got fuckin exams to study for. Until next time...
-ApocalypseBlade