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bulma and vegeta
Tweet Topic Started: May 30 2005, 04:43 AM (665 Views)
~~Blaze~~	May 30 2005, 04:43 AM Post #1
Saiyan Legend Posts: 4,247 Group: Banned Member #307 Joined: March 24, 2005	this is not made by me but by a member of fanfiction.net i repeat not by me by a member of fanfiction.net: Prolouge Rain fell on a shady morning of May. The usual hustle and bustle of the busy street had vanished, and was replaced by the ghosts of depression and the shadows of the past. Although this dark emotion loomed over the wet, slick streets and sidewalks of the city, the little girl still felt a bubble of joy flowering inside of her, causing her smile to reflect it's brightness which almost seemed to overcome the grey of her surroundings. With her black and white checkered hat and matching dress accompanied by her shimmering, aqua hair curved outward, the sparkling young girl stood out of the black loom, her presence serving as a promise of light and hope to a forgotten kind as their misfortune lingered throughout the streets and buildings. Her disappearance would indeed be a pity, but would be immensely unnoticed due to the fact that such tradgedies were to be expected. But the girl had not gone and her brightness not diminished for she was still jumping and playing in her own world of happiness and grace with beings of love and guidance, rather than the harsh betrayals of those who inhabitated the real world that time would soon unfold from underneath her illusions. However, since ignorance is indeed blissful, woes and lamentations were not known to her, tragedy and death were not cursed upon her conscious, and anything and everything foul and harmful did not intrude her. She was a happy, normal child. One that would soon deliver goodness and prosperity to her kind with her talents and skills. Or so one would think, having overlooked her current life... For her future held things that were in considerable contrast to those in her present... Hate. Fear. Anger. Shame. Each of these lingered and built up in his mind, heart, and soul. When he was bombarded and questioned and communicated to, each of these created an emotional volcano which exploded upon the unfortunate trespasser. But when he was left alone and the feelings were at rest, they still built up, only at those times, the volcano was triggered at himself. While one would call his life a pity, and another call it irony, he saw his life as a challenge of survival, a chance to show others that his past no longer meant anything to him and that he could claim victory over any obstacle life would throw at him. But that was what others were supposed to see. What he was to see was what he worth, although his Saiyan pride still bounced around his insides along with his title, he was constantly striving to get to the next level, to beat the enemy and conquer the next planet, which he did with ease. He knew that he was only getting started in this endeavor for superiority, but he still pushed himself past his limit, and it wasn't only to be superior, it was to escape those who threatened to interfere, then rid them out of pure revenge. And he swore it to himself. But it could only happen if he could accept certain unfortunate events, only then could the interferes of his determination be eradicated, and he would free himself from self-accusation and guilt, then ascend to the perpetual power that he had been dreaming of all of his life. Little did he know, that it would take much more than he concluded. Part1 Bulma... Bulma, dear... Where are you? We can't find you sweetie... Where did you go? Daddy! Where are you? Daddy, I'm here! I'm here! Bulma... Daddy! Bulma! Where ARE you? Daddy, please, I'm right here! Bulma! Bulma! Daddy, come back, I'm here, I'm here! Bulma... Can't you here me? Can't you see me? Daddy... NOOOO! Her eyes bolted open as she took in a blow of oxygen, feeling panic and urgency run through her as she felt her throat closing up. Her vision and hearing was blurred, although she could barely make the hustle of the hospital crew. Instantly, she felt a plastic object cover over her mouth and somehow injecting blows of air into her. Her eyes slightly closed as her conciousness started to slip after feeling the sharp pain of a needle in her arm. She swallowed before feeling pain there as well. Pain. Everywhere. Too much Pain. She needed to lie down, yes, she needed to rest. Just a little while, Mom... His ebony eyes were cast to the floor as more soldiers entered in their royal costumes and in their royal lines of order. When to their assigned location, the knelt on one knee. He took a deep breath. The procedure was getting obnoxious now and he was extremely bored with all of its nonsense. However, if he chose to voice his thoughts of it, he could be put to death. Suddenly, everyone present in the spacious but slightly narrow cathedral stood and slightly bowed their heads in appraisal. He did stand but did not bow as he saw his father slowly approach the end of the room, where his throne and his son were. When he sat on the large, platinum throne, everyone who was standing sat back down. The King looked to the left to see his son, who returned the stare. The King narrowed his ebony eyes at the lack of respect in his son's eyes, but muttered to him anyway, "Don't you go off showing disrespect for this planet and its leaders, boy. Do you understand?" "Yes,"he replyed looking away to the front of him. "Good, or there will be consequnces that are not in your favor,"the King added in a sly voice. The crowd on both sides of the room stood once again as one of the most feared beings in the universe and their ally entered the room, its presence powerful and proud: Frieza. The King stood until Frieza silently approached the throne, where then he bowed, and his ally returned it. Then the King sat back down and awaited the topic at hand. "So King,"Frieza started with it's velvety voice, surprising supressed of its evil,"I hear you are going to war?" The King nodded. "If you do not mind me asking, who is it that you are fighting against?" "The Zorlords...are the ones who will be paying for their little stunt back on Adrab. They were on the same planet coincedently as we were, and they decided that the planet wasn't enough to conquer so they moved in on our troops. It was a costly loss, due to the fact that some of the best fighters were on that troop. Although they had gotten away with it, we found their planet and sent a messenger to propose war. They agreed and by the next moon, our planet's army will surely be prepared to defeat them with ease." Frieza's eyes closed,"Hm. What a tragedy for them to fought against by you. So, my reason upon meeting with you is this; I have a proposition to make." The King stared at him long and hard, for he had known that Lord Frieza had wanted to discuss something, but the Lord had never said what. The King also knew that having another debt to Lord Frieza would not be agreeded on by his people and his son. Because...the more the King owed to him, the more son would pay for it. Frieza stared back at the unsettled King with a glint of malice in his eyes. It knew the King wouldn't resist this. Light. Too much...Light. Her eyes opened slowly, careful not to over-expose themselves to the blinding white around her. Once they were fully adjusted, she realized where she was. It was not where she wanted to be. She close her eyes briefly again and took a deep breath. She tried not scream. Her previous location and experience was enough to put her in a state of pure...relief. Love. Happiness. And now...she was here. She had come back. But she was not where she wanted to be. She heard small voices coming from the hall behind her closed hospital room door. Suddenly, the blue-green door opened and a male in a white lab coat appeared. Before noticing her, he turned and closed the door, then wordlessly and without glancing her, sat on the black chair. With his clipboard in one hand and a writing tool in the other, he began scribbling almost inaudibly. Was she a ghost? "So...what happened?"he said in a curiously high-pitched voice as he looked up at her, his balding hair and mustache white as snow. Relief washed through her as she laughed at herself in her mind that she even thought she was a ghost. She looked at him monotously, a glint of death and boredom in her aqua eyes," I couldn't breathe." He nodded, beckoning her to continue. Her eyes casted down,"I...I think I died." He nodded, scribbling some more. She looked back up,"I saw her. I saw them both." He sat up and placed both elbows on the clipboard and placed his fingertips togeher in a thoughtful position,"Now...what happened before you died?" Her eyes looked away as she thought,"Well, I had just woken up from a dream." "Ahh...what happened...in that dream?" "I remember voices. My mother, but mostly my father. And me. I was a little girl and...and I couldn't find my parents. They were calling for me. Then I saw them and called them but...but they didn't hear me. I...I tried to run and they just kept moving farther and farther away from me. They couldn't see me." "A memory?" She looked up at him, tears gathering at her eyelids,"Y-Yes." "Hmm. Do you have any idea why these events occured in the order that they did?" She pondered for a moment,"No." His gaze on her turned omniscient,"You had a flashback of the most traumatic period in your life as you were sleeping. Your nocturnal self taps into the emotions that were triggered in the flashback; you felt the same pain, heartache, and anguish as you did when that flashback occured. Since prior to the nightmare you usually thought of suicide when you thought of that memory and the option of suicide is implanted into your sub-concious, therefore when your soul went to that very memory, suicide is linked to it, and your body acted upon it." She looked at him in awe. Of course. Of course that was the explanation. But...how did I come back? "Fortunately the moniter caught this action and it alerted the crew. That's when they injected the proper medications to restore your pulse and everything. And here you are." She looked a bit confused,"But...I died after they injected the medication." "Well, it takes some time to kick in, and I believe it did at the exact last moment it could. You're lucky you're still alive." She suddenly looked livid, "No, I'm not! I'm not lucky to be here! I don't want it! I don't! I hate...what happened because it turned everything around and my life went from blissful to absolutely disastrous by one event after another! Why should I be lucky to be here?" "Because, if your body proceded to commit suicide, then in the afterlife, the entire scene would repeat eternally, lacking the feeling of accomplishment. You would be forever tormented by that traumatic memory and plague of emotions, knowing that you did not die by your will, but it was counted as suicide anyway. Your soul would be a shadow of sadness, guilt, loneliness, and death, and your memory would be the ghost of youth, brightness and everything that made you as you are. You cannot rewind time, I'm sorry, and you cannot run from it as well. But you can come to terms with it and accept what happened despite what you may have lost." Tears just started tp pour from her eyes and she tried to suppress the sobs that threaten to break through,"I...I just want to happy again. Just once more, to be free of all things that were immoral to me. That's all." He gave a sympathetic look,"Yes, we all wish that at some points of our lives. But it's the wanting that will get you no where. You must free yourself from all desires and only then...can you experience once more the feeling of true happiness." "But...but what if I can't get what I want. What if I've lost it?" "You haven't. Patience, my dear, is the key. You must wait for the right turn in your life, a good turn that may very well turn your life around in the right direction as it was before." "Are you saying...that you know what will happen?" He closed his eyes and smiled softly as he gently shook his head," I am not at the position to tell you so, my dear. But do not fret over my knowledge, you must fret about yours, and the knowledge you have not obtained yet. Perhaps when you gain knowledge, you could get a glimpse of what you want from life. No matter what you may lose, as long as you are breathing, you still have your one desire. Now tell me, what is...your biggest desire from life, dear?" "Love." A smirk grew on the Lord's face as anticipation was widely spread over the room. Frieza cleared it's throat,"So would you like to hear the proposal, dear King?" The King's eyebrows hiked up,"This better not be another costly debt, Lord Frieza." "Oh no, not at all. Just a...favor, like you call." The King nodded. "Perhaps you would accept my generous aide in your war against the Zorlords, broadening your hopes for a victory and providing immense advantages to heighten your chances of winning back your pride and title for the strongest species in the entire universe. Do you accept?" Something of indecision flickered in the King's eyes as went over the detailks of the results from this proposal. Perhaps it would work, after all, everything Frieza had mention would most likely occur. But he would also lose respect from his people. But what was the point of leading them with respect if they were dead? "Frieza, me and my advisors would like to have a debate over this issue, if we are not being rude, may we exit?" "Of course." "Yes, and in the meantime, you may enjoy our feast down in the dining area. Our officials will lead you." "Thank you, King. Please put in careful consideration of what I had said." "Yes." They both bowed before everyone else did the same. He watched Frieza as he exited in hatred. He could never trust him and he always knew that he would someday turn on his father. He remained in his throne as the others exited the room for the feast. He was hungry himself but he was too busy wondering what reply his father would have. He couldn't only hope that his father was as wise and he thought him to be. Part 2-6 coming soon, but rate the first parts



PyrOxide	May 30 2005, 04:53 AM Post #2
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