Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Voices in One's Head ❯ Part 1: The Present and the Deep Past - Chapter 1: The Creation. ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: If my Vegeta action figures could REALLY shoot blasts out of their hands and talk nasty, I could possibly get away with saying I own DB/Z/GT and everything it stands for. But they don't, so I can't say that. And also if they could do all that stuff like bend and break things and power up for real… somehow I don't think I'd be sitting here typing this. ~_^

 

NB: There are some graphic descriptions… they aren't too bad, but I thought I should cover my butt. It gets worse later - much, much worse… `^_^

 

 

Voices (In One's Head by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant

 

Part 1: The Present and the Deep Past - Chapter 1: The Creation.

 

 

 

I enter the vast training room and switch on the lights. I am met by miles and miles of spotless red and white tiles. I clap my hands with delight - yes... this is what it was all about. I barely contain my excitement, and my eagerness to get started. I cannot believe they had done such a brilliant job, my hired help. An unfamiliar knot twists my gut slightly. I mentally reprimand myself. Regret? Oh geez don't get soft now!! Yes, they served their purpose and then they died by un-natural causes, although from what I hear I'm now classed as a natural disaster. Oh come on..! No time for regret! I bet they were thankful I had spared them for as long as I did, the time I was away gave them time for them to spawn a few generations of scum on my planet while they were under employment in my 300 year absence. On my return I was glad to see the tasks I had set them to for the rest of their pathetic existences were completed. I gave them free run of my planet for however long my travels were going to take me, in return for transforming half of it into the ideal training ground. 300 years was an adequate period I had estimated.

 

My planet doesn't have separate islands and such.. they could work their ways around the small lakes that pitted the arid desert which wasn't much to look at anyway. Now everything is self contained, I alone can control the environment, I alone will be the sole-user of the chamber, I don't tend to entertain guests, and most "guests" at any rate could never survive the conditions I would eventually set this masterpiece created by an ingenious (and now extinct) race of workers. The other half of my planet includes my living quarters, also built by the industrious peaceful (weak) race, and takes up a further 8th of the planet. The rest is taken up by forest, desert, craters and a couple of mountains only twice the height of my new training quarters. Untouched land, where I could meditate and absorb energy from the environment, or destroy its fragile beauty. Why? Because I can. But enough of dwelling in the past, there is training to do, and a lot of it. I'm going to become stronger than anything I had ever dreamed of.

 

Something happened in the 300 years I was away. I came across someone who wasn't the easiest opponent in the world, another immortal. Aww and I thought I was the only one (by default of course, it is my universe after all...) But in a way, it has cured my eternal boredom, not that destroying planets I didn't like for reasons that even any inmate encompassed by a padded cell would find insane wasn't fun, but on the other hand it wasn't CHALLENGING either. Maybe this individual was spawned purely to challenge me, and likewise challenge themselves. Maybe Fate creating a not-quite opposite equal to make eternity become more interesting for once. It was the discovery of his existence which made me recruit the grunts to construct my training half-planet. Something which is going to be nothing but dust unless I stop walking around admiring it, and start testing its limits.

 

I strip down to a black Lycra sportsbra and training shorts, spot the nearest environmental control and switch the gravity to 800x for a quick warm-up. I stretch for a bit to loosen up my muscles and sinews, and after a while everything is ready to move like a well oiled machine. 20,000 reps of normal situps, followed by another 20,000 with twists, then 15,000 upside down, 15,000 finger push-ups, 15,000 handstand push-ups... sufficient warm up.

 

After 50 reps of the first exercise, my body gets used to it and the thinking part of my brain disengages, leaving only the part that keeps count to stay with my body. My mind wanders back to the events which lead up to this moment.

 

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Around 500 years ago roughly, for I have no real concept of time until it has passed, I was asleep, drifting along the line which separates dream from reality in a random patch of space. I had only been slumbering for a few millennia after being awake for even longer and was receiving a strange vision amongst my usual create/destroy/create patterns... A woman showed up in my silent Internal Universe... she looked quite young, and definitely not from around here. She appeared to be a different texture... and something alien to that of this entire universe in all its perpetual infinity.

 

She looked up at me, held out both her hands, fists closed at first, then she slowly opened the left one like a flower greeting a sun, revealing a figure standing atop it. It stood there, static and semi-transparent, as if only just been created. Now this I could relate to. The appearance of the tiny figure, it's faint facial features - hair, eyes, nose, mouth - and body shape and all the textures, were akin to those of my universe. She wasn't too rough around the edges, knowing full well some of the abominations I've created when in a rotten state of mind. I felt a kind of bond, a pull to this figure, but before I could put my ethereal finger on what it was, she opened her other hand. A strange dark dull ball hovered there, and this alien creature didn't look the type to initiate a game of catch. Its outer crust seemed to be a protective seal (protecting whom?) but having very sensitive psychic energy I could pick up what was underneath the tar-like surface bundled up in negative space, a pile of dark thoughts and images all cluttered together. The energy coming off it hit me with surprising force, allowing me to feel and be these dark sensations for a brief moment. There was a lot of black, a lot of spiky angry images, sounds of war cries and bone crunching on bone, the sizzling of flesh, the slither of entrails as they fall from their cavity and splodge on the stained ground, the screams of torturous agony and groans and gurgles of the dying... the smell of battle-aftermath decay, bloated eyeless cadavers putrefying under a harsh sun.

 

An adrenaline-like rush surged through my body... I hadn't felt this charged up in eons, I observed outside my coma. This female; such a strange power she has. Is she also such as I? I look into her eyes - not looking up at me, but looking straight at me, searching me… for some hint of recognition? How odd, for I cannot remember faces, only planets and races as a whole. I concentrate on her eyes, almost staring beyond them.. Green, with flecks of grey, blue, and brown; betraying knowledge beyond her years to those who knew how to look for it. Those eyes had so much substance, again, extra layers of texture which I could never attain. And did not really want to, I was quite happy with my shapeless physical form.

 

Or was I?

 

I kept thinking back to that figure, and slowly I began to move out of my dream body, able to observe myself (a sentient floating mist) and the woman in profile, her short brown hair bristling as she held my gaze. How can it be that her body language tells me she is not afraid..? That she presents herself as - an equal? A feeling I wasn't used to, and never could get used to.

 

I watched the woman hold out her left hand with the figure on it, whisper to it, and it jumped off her hand into the mist which was me. I watched myself change shape, the mist slowly morphed into a head, torso and appendages, and I became a larger semi-transparent replica of the little figure, roughly the same height of the foreign woman. I had an unruly mop of dark-purple hair, eyes so black the transition between pupil and iris is indistinguishable, a jaw which suggests a haughty, if not regal demeanour, a small sharp nose, lips that on orders from the brain can transcend from tight and serious to full and sensual, a lightly-tanned lean, lithe body, well muscled; enough breast flesh to discern I'm female, deltoids, triceps and biceps which not freakishly oversized but proportioned to this frame yet belying a strength unimagined in such a compact build; a stomach you could break steel on, a brown fluffy tail, glutes that could rend electrons from their valence shells; well formed quads and adductors and hamstrings, defined prominent calves tapering down to strong ankles and arched feet spread wide.. hold up...a tail?!?!?! A TAIL!!!! Well that explains it, no wonder it seemed familiar. I'm one of them now.

 

I wanted to ask "why?", but I couldn't establish contact with her because I was disjointed from my body. The woman then held her right hand out, energy pulsating impatiently underneath its matt-black cocoon. She brought it slowly to my chest, pressing it between the recently formed breasts. I saw the expression of burning agony on her/my face as the thick angry dark red negative energy snaked its way outwards, most of it disappearing under the skin where the woman had laid her palm, the rest sleeking its way to her/my extremities, and into her/my eyes, nose, mouth and other orifices, and sank beneath the subcutaneous tissue and beyond. The convulsions and contortions triggered by the introduction of this energy began to subside, and finally diminish. She/I was now no longer semi-transparent, but realistically solid. Her eyes, which had had an empty vacant dark look before, were still the same black, but they now possessed an arrogant, sadistic, evil, sick, twisted gleam in them which wasn't present before, and her lips were now shaped into a devilish proud smirk. I had a notion I wasn't to be on the outside looking in for much longer as I felt myself being pulled into the body, on the inside looking out... and then I became complete.