Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Skewed Future. ( Chapter 24 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 24 – Skewed Future.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma stood away from the main group of the Z Fighters and Vegeta. Vegeta fought with her about her coming, but once Bulma got something into her head it was impossible to dissuade her. She snuck into her plane after Vegeta flew away thinking he had the final say. Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha watched as the colossal ship landed carrying with it a singular powerful entity.
Vegeta knew Bulma was on the ridge behind them, but as the ship opened he knew he had no time to get Bulma out of the way. She would be safe enough, hopefully, on the edge of the battle. –Stubborn woman.-
The lizard like monster descended the ship's ramp and stared out at the rocky landscape of the desert. His ruby eyes scanning the horizon and then coming to a stop on a young man perched atop of a rocky outcrop. The young man boldly sneered as his blue eyes glint with a promise of a fight. The lone youth leapt down from his pedestal and landed a short way away from the Icejin. The height difference between the two warriors could be measured on the side of polar opposites. The younger said nothing as his ki lightly flared around himself.
Vegeta landed in front of the boy. "Go home to your mother. You could get hurt, brat." Vegeta said snidely.
A look of shock crossed the young man's face as if he had been caught with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar. The look didn't go unnoticed by the older man, but it was too quickly dismissed as his gazed fell upon his intended prey. "Here I thought that I would never see your ugly face again." The prince sneered.
"It would seem you are greatly mistaken, Vegeta. I trust you know why I have come?" The Icejin spat the words with feigned civility.
"I wouldn't have anything to do with me now would it?" Vegeta played as if he knew not of what the beady eyed lizard spoke of as a smug look rose into his face.
"I cared for him. Nurtured him. I taught him everything I knew about what it meant to rule and now he is nothing. All of that work and effort was for not. My son, my Frieza is gone! Murdered by a filthy monkey." The Icejin began with an endearing tone. When his statement was finished it was in a snarl of rage.
Vegeta burst into maniacal laughter. "My, King Cold, have we resorted to name calling already. Where is the civil tongue you always minded from your son?"
King Cold raised his power drastically as his need for revenge boiled over. He gathered a ki blast in his hands and flung it toward the saiyan prince.
"VEGETA!!" Before it was countered a piercing cry was heard from Bulma. Her fear laced his name.
Vegeta effortlessly deflected the blast away into the distance of the desert. Shortly after a bright flash was see and it was followed by tremor from the impact. Vegeta's face contorted into visible anger and his teeth were bared.
"So you have improved and your defeat of my son was not some fluke." The elder Icejin snidely mocked the near savage saiyan.
The purple youth tensed at the king's words and his ki flared slightly as if the words had been spoken to him. Still he remained silent.
Vegeta tensed to spring at the horned beast to be cut off by the king's threat. "It seems that you have been busy, dear prince. Make your move towards me and I will end her life. Maybe after your death I can comfort her by admitting her into my bed." The king threatened as his hand was extended in Bulma's direction.
"You! You will not touch HER!!!!" The youth sprang forth with a mighty roar that was hell inspired. With his sword in hand and his hair went ablaze with a golden hue. His power level sky rocketed as he charged the fear frozen king. His already cold blood seemed to turn colder still as his heart stuttered at his impending death.
A few swift whips from the sword the bright glint as it blade flew through his opponent. The fine pieces danced midair before he reduced the remains to smoldering ash. The brightly flaring gold silhouetted young man landed hard on the compacted gravely surface. He panted labored breaths with his ebbing rage. His back was to the others as the remains of his anger left. Everyone stared at him in disbelief as he composed himself and turned to face the curious faces.
"Who are you?! I demand you tell me!!" Vegeta bellowed in questioning vehemence.
"I-I cannot say." The purple haired youth spoke in an almost whisper.
"You cannot say or will not say?!" Vegeta growled out with hinted malice as he stalked over to the younger man.
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed pleadingly. He glared his fury at the purple haired boy and then flew to his woman's side. She embraced Vegeta once he landed and buried her face into his chest. He wrapped one arm around his mate protectively as her closely watched the potential threat, the boy. He hadn't liked the way he had become unhinged and defensive of Bulma before he flared into a golden glory that resembled a, dare he say, super saiyan.
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CHAPTER 24 – Skewed Future.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma stood away from the main group of the Z Fighters and Vegeta. Vegeta fought with her about her coming, but once Bulma got something into her head it was impossible to dissuade her. She snuck into her plane after Vegeta flew away thinking he had the final say. Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha watched as the colossal ship landed carrying with it a singular powerful entity.
Vegeta knew Bulma was on the ridge behind them, but as the ship opened he knew he had no time to get Bulma out of the way. She would be safe enough, hopefully, on the edge of the battle. –Stubborn woman.-
The lizard like monster descended the ship's ramp and stared out at the rocky landscape of the desert. His ruby eyes scanning the horizon and then coming to a stop on a young man perched atop of a rocky outcrop. The young man boldly sneered as his blue eyes glint with a promise of a fight. The lone youth leapt down from his pedestal and landed a short way away from the Icejin. The height difference between the two warriors could be measured on the side of polar opposites. The younger said nothing as his ki lightly flared around himself.
Vegeta landed in front of the boy. "Go home to your mother. You could get hurt, brat." Vegeta said snidely.
A look of shock crossed the young man's face as if he had been caught with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar. The look didn't go unnoticed by the older man, but it was too quickly dismissed as his gazed fell upon his intended prey. "Here I thought that I would never see your ugly face again." The prince sneered.
"It would seem you are greatly mistaken, Vegeta. I trust you know why I have come?" The Icejin spat the words with feigned civility.
"I wouldn't have anything to do with me now would it?" Vegeta played as if he knew not of what the beady eyed lizard spoke of as a smug look rose into his face.
"I cared for him. Nurtured him. I taught him everything I knew about what it meant to rule and now he is nothing. All of that work and effort was for not. My son, my Frieza is gone! Murdered by a filthy monkey." The Icejin began with an endearing tone. When his statement was finished it was in a snarl of rage.
Vegeta burst into maniacal laughter. "My, King Cold, have we resorted to name calling already. Where is the civil tongue you always minded from your son?"
King Cold raised his power drastically as his need for revenge boiled over. He gathered a ki blast in his hands and flung it toward the saiyan prince.
"VEGETA!!" Before it was countered a piercing cry was heard from Bulma. Her fear laced his name.
Vegeta effortlessly deflected the blast away into the distance of the desert. Shortly after a bright flash was see and it was followed by tremor from the impact. Vegeta's face contorted into visible anger and his teeth were bared.
"So you have improved and your defeat of my son was not some fluke." The elder Icejin snidely mocked the near savage saiyan.
The purple youth tensed at the king's words and his ki flared slightly as if the words had been spoken to him. Still he remained silent.
Vegeta tensed to spring at the horned beast to be cut off by the king's threat. "It seems that you have been busy, dear prince. Make your move towards me and I will end her life. Maybe after your death I can comfort her by admitting her into my bed." The king threatened as his hand was extended in Bulma's direction.
"You! You will not touch HER!!!!" The youth sprang forth with a mighty roar that was hell inspired. With his sword in hand and his hair went ablaze with a golden hue. His power level sky rocketed as he charged the fear frozen king. His already cold blood seemed to turn colder still as his heart stuttered at his impending death.
A few swift whips from the sword the bright glint as it blade flew through his opponent. The fine pieces danced midair before he reduced the remains to smoldering ash. The brightly flaring gold silhouetted young man landed hard on the compacted gravely surface. He panted labored breaths with his ebbing rage. His back was to the others as the remains of his anger left. Everyone stared at him in disbelief as he composed himself and turned to face the curious faces.
"Who are you?! I demand you tell me!!" Vegeta bellowed in questioning vehemence.
"I-I cannot say." The purple haired youth spoke in an almost whisper.
"You cannot say or will not say?!" Vegeta growled out with hinted malice as he stalked over to the younger man.
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed pleadingly. He glared his fury at the purple haired boy and then flew to his woman's side. She embraced Vegeta once he landed and buried her face into his chest. He wrapped one arm around his mate protectively as her closely watched the potential threat, the boy. He hadn't liked the way he had become unhinged and defensive of Bulma before he flared into a golden glory that resembled a, dare he say, super saiyan.
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