Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prelude ❯ Death of Mercenti ( Chapter 13 )
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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: 130 | 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: 130 | Status: Completed
Martek flew a away in a maddening fury. Tears once again graced his face with its wetness as he flew as far away as possible. Lexan was close on hid trail, but she was no match for the speed of the Legend. With determination in her eyes and a fire in her heart, she continued the flight. Martek knew she was behind him and went faster, only to land on a plateau and fall to his knees. Lexan landed next to him and went on one knee, trying to comfort he love.
"Get away from me!" Martek commanded as he threw her arm off of his back, "I don't want to hurt you!"
"Martek, I'm ok! Really! You might not of remembered much, but you did not harm me."
"I remember what I did... I was going to kill you!"
Lexan was silent, how could her love kill her?
"But... why?" She asked in a desperate sounding voice.
Martek was silent, trying to figure out how you could possibly explain this in words to any sane person, only to say, "My anger is more than any emotion or feeling. It is a part of me, its own entity. If sent loose, it would reek chaos through the entire universe. I first became aware of its presence when I ascended to level ten. It pured into my head thoughts of murder. Thoughts of hate, and thoughts that are so dark, I am afraid to say them aloud."
"My love, I will be here for you, through anything! We have a Defrin, and I have no intention of breaking it anytime in the near eternity." Lexan replied with strength in her soft voice. Her courage seemed to strength Martek, only to have him sink back into a more morose mood.
"But..." Martek choked, the feelings he was about to share were most painful, "but... what if..." Martek ckoked up again, he turned himself from Lexan, not wanting to see her reaction to his words, "...what if... I hurt you..." Martek began to cry once again.
Lexan was taken back, but quickly gathered herself. This is what the Uber Oozaru of meant when he said that her assistance would be needed at a later time. She wrapped her arms around Martek's waist and, moving his hair aside, planted her head on his back, covered with soft, metallic grey hair. She breathed deeply, when suddenly, the eastern horizon began to illuminate. Sunrise was near. They had not realized how far they had flown until this point in time. Lexan finally answered, "Then I will forgive you. I am immortal, just like you, my love. I will heal, and be by your side. I feel how strong your anger is, and I guess Pugnaturus was no help. I feel how it dwells in the recesses of your mind, feasting on your malicous thoughts. As long as it is with you, I will help to share the burden, as long as I am with you."
Martek suddenly shoved Lexan to the ground and caught the projectile, blade first in his enormous hand. Lexan looked up, wanting to punch Martek in the face, only to see that he saved her from the sharp edge. Martek looked, searching the barely lit plateau's for any movement.
"There!" He said as he transported. Lexan was left all alone, trembling on the plateau.
The assailer turned to run, "Damn!" He said aloud as his face buried itself within a rock solid chest. He fell to the ground and covered his broken nose only to see the hulk that stood above him. His hair was metallic grey and the length of an SSJ3, his body was chiselled and defined as it was covered only by a thin layer of hair. Through the hair, though, you could make out every little detail of his perfectly shaped abs and pectorials. Not to mention his arms, which were as ripped as his body. The assaulter finally reached the face of the gorgeous creature, to see only the glaring eyes of anger which screamed death. In the eyes of the Legend, he found the true meaning of fear. Martek bent over and picked the small Saiya-Jin up with one hand. he was entirely dressed in black with two straps going diagonally across his scrawny body, filled with knives. With the other hand, Martek reached out and broke the Saiya-Jin's legs without any effort. He slammed the small figure to the ground, reached into his straps, and got a knife out, then said, "Let me show you exactly what would have happened if you hit me." Martek pulled back with the knife, and thrust it into his own hand, only to have it smashed into a million little pieces. the hand remained unscathed as mortal fear took control of the Saiya-Jin.
"Who sent you?!" Martek demanded.
The Saiya-Jin only coward in fear.
"It was Mercenti... wasn't it." Martek declared.
Again the Saiya-Jin said nothing.
"ANSWER ME!!"
The Saiya-Jin nodded hastily.
"I see, he will pay for this. I have had ENOUGH of this shit! This mistake will be his last!" Martek howled. He looked to the Saiya-Jin, broken a few inches into the rock ground of the plateau. He reached out his for his neck, and with two fingers, snapped it cleanly. The Saiya-Jin stopped moving and Martek looked to the west with anger. He would kill Mercenti for this.
"Mercenti! We've just lost the vital signs of the assassin, Sir!"
"No, no, NO! Damn you Legend!"
"What now sir?"
"I don't know! The bastard is probably coming for me now..." Mercenti trailed off, then shrugged with a smirk, and said, "Oh well. I have no regrets about my life. Besides, its about time an old Saiya-Jin like me was put out of his misery. Tell the Hetris that he'll be the Mercenti come full sunrise. That is my last order to you, yujin."
"Yes, Sir!" The yujin said standing up and bowing.
"I will separate myself from the rest, I don't want anyone else to get involved." Mercenti said as he walked away from the yujin and out of the camp. He went toward the sunlight, to meet his final undoing.
Martek could see him now. What the hell was he doing? Standing out in plain view? Martek figured that the Mercenti knew that hiding would be worthless and a waste of time. He readied a Hand of Death.
The Mercenti climbed to the top of the hill on the eastern side of the camp. Everyone looked to him, wondering what he was doing. The sun was three quarters up by now, and the Mercenti awaited fatality.
Martek flew towards him in a terrible ire, he increased his speed towards the man behind most of his pain and suffering. Suddenly, the sun finished its journey above the horizon. It gleamed with great light as it recaptured the sky from night's deathly grasp.
"Hand of Death!"
The people watched as the Mercenti was reduced to ashes and standing in fron of where he was, the Legend had his hands extended in front of him. The people gasped ignorantly at this sudden action of the great Legend. Martek stood up straight and screamed a war cry of victory. The ground shook under the Saiya-JIn and the all covered their ears for fear of loosing their hearing. The ground quaked and rocked under them making them unable to run, because of being scared stiff. The Legend appeared to have killed the Mercenti out of cold blood, were they next?
"Get away from me!" Martek commanded as he threw her arm off of his back, "I don't want to hurt you!"
"Martek, I'm ok! Really! You might not of remembered much, but you did not harm me."
"I remember what I did... I was going to kill you!"
Lexan was silent, how could her love kill her?
"But... why?" She asked in a desperate sounding voice.
Martek was silent, trying to figure out how you could possibly explain this in words to any sane person, only to say, "My anger is more than any emotion or feeling. It is a part of me, its own entity. If sent loose, it would reek chaos through the entire universe. I first became aware of its presence when I ascended to level ten. It pured into my head thoughts of murder. Thoughts of hate, and thoughts that are so dark, I am afraid to say them aloud."
"My love, I will be here for you, through anything! We have a Defrin, and I have no intention of breaking it anytime in the near eternity." Lexan replied with strength in her soft voice. Her courage seemed to strength Martek, only to have him sink back into a more morose mood.
"But..." Martek choked, the feelings he was about to share were most painful, "but... what if..." Martek ckoked up again, he turned himself from Lexan, not wanting to see her reaction to his words, "...what if... I hurt you..." Martek began to cry once again.
Lexan was taken back, but quickly gathered herself. This is what the Uber Oozaru of meant when he said that her assistance would be needed at a later time. She wrapped her arms around Martek's waist and, moving his hair aside, planted her head on his back, covered with soft, metallic grey hair. She breathed deeply, when suddenly, the eastern horizon began to illuminate. Sunrise was near. They had not realized how far they had flown until this point in time. Lexan finally answered, "Then I will forgive you. I am immortal, just like you, my love. I will heal, and be by your side. I feel how strong your anger is, and I guess Pugnaturus was no help. I feel how it dwells in the recesses of your mind, feasting on your malicous thoughts. As long as it is with you, I will help to share the burden, as long as I am with you."
Martek suddenly shoved Lexan to the ground and caught the projectile, blade first in his enormous hand. Lexan looked up, wanting to punch Martek in the face, only to see that he saved her from the sharp edge. Martek looked, searching the barely lit plateau's for any movement.
"There!" He said as he transported. Lexan was left all alone, trembling on the plateau.
The assailer turned to run, "Damn!" He said aloud as his face buried itself within a rock solid chest. He fell to the ground and covered his broken nose only to see the hulk that stood above him. His hair was metallic grey and the length of an SSJ3, his body was chiselled and defined as it was covered only by a thin layer of hair. Through the hair, though, you could make out every little detail of his perfectly shaped abs and pectorials. Not to mention his arms, which were as ripped as his body. The assaulter finally reached the face of the gorgeous creature, to see only the glaring eyes of anger which screamed death. In the eyes of the Legend, he found the true meaning of fear. Martek bent over and picked the small Saiya-Jin up with one hand. he was entirely dressed in black with two straps going diagonally across his scrawny body, filled with knives. With the other hand, Martek reached out and broke the Saiya-Jin's legs without any effort. He slammed the small figure to the ground, reached into his straps, and got a knife out, then said, "Let me show you exactly what would have happened if you hit me." Martek pulled back with the knife, and thrust it into his own hand, only to have it smashed into a million little pieces. the hand remained unscathed as mortal fear took control of the Saiya-Jin.
"Who sent you?!" Martek demanded.
The Saiya-Jin only coward in fear.
"It was Mercenti... wasn't it." Martek declared.
Again the Saiya-Jin said nothing.
"ANSWER ME!!"
The Saiya-Jin nodded hastily.
"I see, he will pay for this. I have had ENOUGH of this shit! This mistake will be his last!" Martek howled. He looked to the Saiya-Jin, broken a few inches into the rock ground of the plateau. He reached out his for his neck, and with two fingers, snapped it cleanly. The Saiya-Jin stopped moving and Martek looked to the west with anger. He would kill Mercenti for this.
"Mercenti! We've just lost the vital signs of the assassin, Sir!"
"No, no, NO! Damn you Legend!"
"What now sir?"
"I don't know! The bastard is probably coming for me now..." Mercenti trailed off, then shrugged with a smirk, and said, "Oh well. I have no regrets about my life. Besides, its about time an old Saiya-Jin like me was put out of his misery. Tell the Hetris that he'll be the Mercenti come full sunrise. That is my last order to you, yujin."
"Yes, Sir!" The yujin said standing up and bowing.
"I will separate myself from the rest, I don't want anyone else to get involved." Mercenti said as he walked away from the yujin and out of the camp. He went toward the sunlight, to meet his final undoing.
Martek could see him now. What the hell was he doing? Standing out in plain view? Martek figured that the Mercenti knew that hiding would be worthless and a waste of time. He readied a Hand of Death.
The Mercenti climbed to the top of the hill on the eastern side of the camp. Everyone looked to him, wondering what he was doing. The sun was three quarters up by now, and the Mercenti awaited fatality.
Martek flew towards him in a terrible ire, he increased his speed towards the man behind most of his pain and suffering. Suddenly, the sun finished its journey above the horizon. It gleamed with great light as it recaptured the sky from night's deathly grasp.
"Hand of Death!"
The people watched as the Mercenti was reduced to ashes and standing in fron of where he was, the Legend had his hands extended in front of him. The people gasped ignorantly at this sudden action of the great Legend. Martek stood up straight and screamed a war cry of victory. The ground shook under the Saiya-JIn and the all covered their ears for fear of loosing their hearing. The ground quaked and rocked under them making them unable to run, because of being scared stiff. The Legend appeared to have killed the Mercenti out of cold blood, were they next?