Written by Annabell
Disclaimer: I do not own any DBZ characters. Yadda…yadda…yadda.
Warning: Dark, Extreme Violence
Archive: Stormy, Otherwise just ask.
1.1 All my will
All my strength
Rip it out
Start again
Defy You. Lyrics by the Offspring
The Defiants
Prologue
Outside of time and space, a child slept. This was no ordinary child. Too many years lay behind him for him be as young as he seemed; yet he retained the innocence of a child. This child had saved the universe many times, fearlessly facing powerful evils that sought to destroy him. Finally, after facing the last evil, he was granted eternal rest, and became the keeper of the legendary Dragonballs.
He also had a tail.
Nor was he alone. His companion was the eternal dragon Shenlong. The dragon that would appear and grant a wish to the person who was brave enough to gather the Dragonballs.
As the child slept, he dreamed. The dreams were vague, distorted. Being unaffected by time, the sequences were disjointed and hazy.
Darkness, overwhelming and complete was rushing toward them.
"Too strong, they're too strong!"
The child stirred uneasily. He had faced darkness, but this was no ordinary darkness. It wasn't anything like he had faced before. This was complete and total absence of light, of life. It swallowed all light as it rushed towards them like an immeasurable tidal wave. The darkness was not alive, yet it was aware, it was knowing.
And it hated.
"Vegeta, grab my hand, now!"
"Father! No!"
Voices? How long had it been since the child had heard a living voice? Time no longer mattered to him, but the voices brought back a myriad of memories, including that of time. The voices were familiar, but not the urgency, the desperation that was conveyed with the sound. They weren't talking to him, but to someone else.
They're gone! Oh Kami, they are all gone!
Grief. The voices conveyed grief beyond comprehension. The child's eyebrows drew together in pain. The grief was unbearable, desperate. He longed to comfort the speakers, make things right. He knew he had the power to do so, but he also knew that power could not be used like that anymore.
The darkness came on and on, swallowing life and light. The child flinched, sensing it was overwhelming and complete. He shook his head, wanting to fight it, to destroy that which hated the light. But it was beyond him. He could feel coming closer and closer. He could feel the dragon stirring beneath him, rousing at last.
But just before the darkness reached out to swallow them, a glimmer of light appeared. It was so faint it rivaled that of starlight. It was nearly impossible to see if one were to look directly at it. But that faintest of lights made the darkness…hesitate.
It might have taken the same amount of time for an electron to make one circuit of an atom before the darkness came on again. But that defiant bit of light grew brighter, and the child could sense the faintest bit of personality in that light. It was familiar, and there was a name that was associated with the light.
2 Vegeta
A small thrill of excitement shot down the child's spine. And for the first time in (minutes? Hours? Years?) the child spoke.
"What is it?"
'The enemy of life' was the reply.
Confusion. "The enemy of life?"
'That which has not been born cannot be alive. Yet it hates that which is alive and seeks to destroy it.'
"Why?"
'It hates life, yet it envies it, because those that are alive can become more. It cannot, therefore it feels threatened and seeks to destroy all that is alive.'
The child thought hard on that. The spark of light glowed brighter, defying the dark. Behind it were smaller lights, yet it was the brightest one that held the darkness at bay. "He stands alone against it?"
'There is no one that can help. He fights alone."
The light flared and the darkness flinched, only to return deeper and blacker than before, determined to extinguish that defiant glow.
The child stirred in his sleep once more. Determination. "I will help him."
'You cannot.'
"He needs me. I will help him."
'If you go back, the power of the Dragonballs will be of no help to you. You will be what you were before.'
"That's fine."
'Are you sure? You promised to guard the Dragonballs.' It was a rebuke.
"The Dragonballs are safe, but my friends and home are not. I wish to help them," the child replied stubbornly.
Sigh. 'Very well.'
The child woke up… as an adult.
TBC
Disclaimer: I do not own any DBZ characters. Yadda…yadda…yadda.
Warning: Dark, Extreme Violence
Archive: Stormy, Otherwise just ask.
1.1 All my will
All my strength
Rip it out
Start again
Defy You. Lyrics by the Offspring
The Defiants
Prologue
Outside of time and space, a child slept. This was no ordinary child. Too many years lay behind him for him be as young as he seemed; yet he retained the innocence of a child. This child had saved the universe many times, fearlessly facing powerful evils that sought to destroy him. Finally, after facing the last evil, he was granted eternal rest, and became the keeper of the legendary Dragonballs.
He also had a tail.
Nor was he alone. His companion was the eternal dragon Shenlong. The dragon that would appear and grant a wish to the person who was brave enough to gather the Dragonballs.
As the child slept, he dreamed. The dreams were vague, distorted. Being unaffected by time, the sequences were disjointed and hazy.
Darkness, overwhelming and complete was rushing toward them.
"Too strong, they're too strong!"
The child stirred uneasily. He had faced darkness, but this was no ordinary darkness. It wasn't anything like he had faced before. This was complete and total absence of light, of life. It swallowed all light as it rushed towards them like an immeasurable tidal wave. The darkness was not alive, yet it was aware, it was knowing.
And it hated.
"Vegeta, grab my hand, now!"
"Father! No!"
Voices? How long had it been since the child had heard a living voice? Time no longer mattered to him, but the voices brought back a myriad of memories, including that of time. The voices were familiar, but not the urgency, the desperation that was conveyed with the sound. They weren't talking to him, but to someone else.
They're gone! Oh Kami, they are all gone!
Grief. The voices conveyed grief beyond comprehension. The child's eyebrows drew together in pain. The grief was unbearable, desperate. He longed to comfort the speakers, make things right. He knew he had the power to do so, but he also knew that power could not be used like that anymore.
The darkness came on and on, swallowing life and light. The child flinched, sensing it was overwhelming and complete. He shook his head, wanting to fight it, to destroy that which hated the light. But it was beyond him. He could feel coming closer and closer. He could feel the dragon stirring beneath him, rousing at last.
But just before the darkness reached out to swallow them, a glimmer of light appeared. It was so faint it rivaled that of starlight. It was nearly impossible to see if one were to look directly at it. But that faintest of lights made the darkness…hesitate.
It might have taken the same amount of time for an electron to make one circuit of an atom before the darkness came on again. But that defiant bit of light grew brighter, and the child could sense the faintest bit of personality in that light. It was familiar, and there was a name that was associated with the light.
2 Vegeta
A small thrill of excitement shot down the child's spine. And for the first time in (minutes? Hours? Years?) the child spoke.
"What is it?"
'The enemy of life' was the reply.
Confusion. "The enemy of life?"
'That which has not been born cannot be alive. Yet it hates that which is alive and seeks to destroy it.'
"Why?"
'It hates life, yet it envies it, because those that are alive can become more. It cannot, therefore it feels threatened and seeks to destroy all that is alive.'
The child thought hard on that. The spark of light glowed brighter, defying the dark. Behind it were smaller lights, yet it was the brightest one that held the darkness at bay. "He stands alone against it?"
'There is no one that can help. He fights alone."
The light flared and the darkness flinched, only to return deeper and blacker than before, determined to extinguish that defiant glow.
The child stirred in his sleep once more. Determination. "I will help him."
'You cannot.'
"He needs me. I will help him."
'If you go back, the power of the Dragonballs will be of no help to you. You will be what you were before.'
"That's fine."
'Are you sure? You promised to guard the Dragonballs.' It was a rebuke.
"The Dragonballs are safe, but my friends and home are not. I wish to help them," the child replied stubbornly.
Sigh. 'Very well.'
The child woke up… as an adult.
TBC