Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thrown Away ❯ TA<>4 ( Chapter 4 )

Gee, I love writing… Maybe I'll be an author, or a freelance writer…something to do with writing anyhow.

I just decided to make this chapter from Suteru's POV, so as to get deeper in his head.

Thrown Away

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I hate my life. It's that simple. I hate my life, and I do believe that life just hates me. I'm twenty-one, and I've never in my life had someone who gave a flying flip for me. Which isn't all that bad anymore, since I don't give a hoot either. I've got the scars on my wrists to prove it; I'll show you if you want. Saiyajin virility prevents that from working though, so I've given it up, at least until I can find a nice deserted area to blow myself up in. Hm, sounds good.

I was supposed to meet Rakel tonight, but I don't think I will. There are other girls to meet, and really, Rakel just isn't what I'm looking for. I don't know what I'm looking for, now that I think about it. I mean, Rakel is fun, she's a good night's sleep if you know what I mean, but that's about it. I think I'm looking for something deeper…I surely won't find it at a deep space dance club. Something involving love? Che, riiight. I thought I had beaten that fantasy out of my head…

I guess I'm staying home tonight.

Well, at least I'm not dirt poor anymore. I get by in the underground, smuggling, black market, stuff like that. I've nearly been caught a few times, but I've gotten really good at sneaking around. I've got my own deep-space craft, with a well trained, highly paid crew.

I roll my eyes in exasperation when Mitchek comes up on the screen. His pale gray skin is glistening with sweat. His species comes from a very cold planet, and he finds the temperature I keep the ship at somewhat uncomfortable. He's nearly jumping with excitement, and a huge grin is on his lean face. "You have to see this sir! Watch." The screen switches to a news broadcast, and I can't help it when a twinge of apprehension seizes me. Some memories will last a lifetime, no matter how I'd thought I had put the pain behind me.

The picture fizzles for a moment before the visual clears up. A creature that could only be Frieza is shown talking to someone…Vegeta? I thought Vegeta was his ally, or at least a loyal underling. Frieza seems less than pleased with his pet prince at the moment. They talk for a while, unfortunately, there is no audio. Vegeta receives the thrashing of his life, and eventually, he's killed. The realization that he's gone hits me hard, and all emotions are confusing, jumbled joy, satisfied vengeance, and near overwhelming grief churn in the pit of my stomach.

I wish to everything that there was some sound, as I see him reduced to a crying state right before his death, speaking his last words to an obviously Saiyajin warrior. "Mitchek, you have this saved, right?" I speak into the comlink, and the answer is affirmative. The warrior proceeds to transform into a powerful golden state, and rips Frieza apart.

I can hardly believe what I just saw. Not only was Frieza killed, but Vegeta as well, and some unknown Saiyajin turns into the Legendary and wipes Frieza across the floor. I open the comlink again, "Get me the best lip-reader in the galaxy, and all the birth records you can find from Vegeta-sei. Make it quick Mitchek, patience wasn't my best subject in school." Ha, like I ever went to school…but he doesn't know that.

"Yes sir."

So much to think about…do I really care about finding another Saiyajin? Possibly the last in the universe if Nappa and Radditz are gone. The comlink interrupts my thinking, and Mitchek comes back on the line. "I have the records you requested…that should tide you over till I can find a good lip reader."

"Very good. Load them onto my console, and get me the best picture you can of the guy that killed Frieza." He can obviously sense my impatience, and processes my requests with unparalleled speed. I have to remember to raise his pay…yeah right.

Well, this guy can't be all that much younger than I, unless he was born off planet…that would be a major problem. The computer alters the image so that the man looks to be about one year old, and then searches the database for matches.

Let's see here…

Bardock, no, that can't be possible. He was getting on in years when I was on Vegeta-sei, judging by the date of birth. The other match, Radditz…that couldnt' work either. Another one, one I haven't seen before. Kakarott? Second son of Bardock. The match is perfect, and I look up any other information on him. A Purger, sent to Chikyuu-sei…some weak backwards little planet. Why, they're still unaware of any other beings in the universe beside themselves! How could a weakling Purger go Super Saiyajin when Vegeta, the most powerful that I ever knew, could not?

This could work to my advantage in many ways. Settling down on such a planet might be very beneficial. I could train with this Kakarott person. I do enjoy training, it's just hard to find the time anymore. I could find out first hand what Vegeta said…it will take time though, so much time. I have to finish out the current jobs I'm running, and deliver what payload I already have on board. Lay a false trail, and slowly fizzle out, falling by the wayside. Two years at best.

I've never really considered settling down; all I could do on Nidon is wish I could leave. But now could be a very good time. Living on the edge is wearing on me, and I'm ready for a little peace in my life. Even if it isn't inner peace, some peace would be welcome.

Chikyuu…I'll see you in two years.

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As promised, Suteru arrived roughly two years later, considered dead throughout the galaxy. He had carefully sold off his merchandise and one by one released his crew with a large cash bonus. Large enough to keep their mouths shut about him, though they knew little.

Faking a huge explosion right outside his ship, Suteru cloaked the vehicle and took off for Chikyuu-sei. It took a full week and a half to reach the planet at his slow cloaked velocity. So much power went into keeping him invisible to view screen and scanner alike that he traveled very slowly. Normally the journey would only take two hours. His impatience grew as time wore on, and he felt he would die of excitement.

Adding to his frustration was the fact that he had to orbit the planet another two days, receiving signals and learning how he should dress and act. He absorbed a great deal of information and managed to pick out clothing that wouldn't draw attention.

The closest he could get to current fashion was a pair of skintight black pants and a blood-red muscle shirt. While admiring himself in the mirror he decided that he could at least learn to like his outside, if not his inside.

He landed on the outskirts of one of the larger cities-which wasn't large by his standards-and turned on the energy pulsar so that he could always sense the location of the ship. The power levels of the natives were pitifully low, and he was forced to walk into the city. He had a limited knowledge of their language, but he was able to read the signs. "Say-tun sit-ee," he sounded out haltingly. "What an odd name for a city," he murmured in his own native tongue.

He crushed his ki down, and a wave of exhaustion shook him hard. "Ugh…How am I supposed to get a room here? My money doesn't work…" A nightclub caught his eye, and he shrugged. "It has been a while," he admitted, "and everyone in there most likely has a home." He decided that he would begin his search on the following day and crossed the street to enter the club. Odd music blared and bodies writhed in dances that he had never seen before, and some that he had.

He stopped at the bar next to a woman who had an interesting drink, and asked for one by gesturing to the drink. "Thank you?" He requested as he pointed to the glass of amber liquid. "I don't think you need any more alcohol buddy, but sure, whatever." Suteru only blinked at the mans words and waited for refreshment.

Leaning his back against the bar, he surveyed the surrounding faces, noting their dress and various mannerisms. There were more than a few worth looking into for some…shall we say, one-night accommodations.

Oh yes, it had been a while.

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If all goes according to plan, I'm updating ff.net tomorrow. Yay! Pray that it's still working then…heh, fat chance!

Anyhow, must …*gasp*…sleep…