05-20-2006, 08:54 AM
?Dante?s Abyss.? The words filled Vegeta with a sense of anxiety. Every year, this event would take place and has been known to be one of the most intense tournaments known to the universe. However popular it may be, Vegeta has only participated in one of them?the very first Dante?s Abyss. The very thoughts and memories of the first Tournament began to race through his brain. His son, being killed; his friends dieing right before him. Even his enemies were taken away from his clutches. This tournament wasn?t for the weak, whether be strength or mentally. A fight for existence; something which both frightened and excited the Saiya-jin prince.
It was the same Tournament many years ago that Vegeta had found the sleeping powers of the Super Saiya-jin within. But at what cost did he earn the privilege, in exchange for Trunk?s life? Should he participate in this Tournament, whos life would be lost this time? Reijin?s? Vegeta didn?t care to have his friend?s blood on his hands, no?not at all.
?Excuse me?? A clerk behind the desk broke Vegeta?s closed thoughts. Apparently without knowing it, the Saiya-jin?s feet had taken control, leading him straight into the sign up desk. ?Are you going to just stand there, or sign up?? The clerk held up a pen towards Vegeta, apparently the pencil had been removed. The father of two took a moment to think about it. No doubt it was a sign, his legs leading him there for a reason. Perhaps fate was trying to pull the Saiya-jin prince back into the life he was always meant to live. A life full of anger, hate, and violence. Every time Vegeta would begin to live low, perhaps aim towards a peaceful life, something would interfere and bring him back to this heated life style.
?They just couldn?t leave me alone, could they?? Vegeta mumbled out of his lips, remembering how just a few hours ago he was attacked by two fighters for his dragon ball.
?I?m sorry?? The clerk?s left brow rose with curiousness. Vegeta shook his head and slowly reached down for the pen, grabbing it with his index finger and thumb.
?I guess a peaceful life isn?t what fate has for me. I was destined to die fighting..heh? A slight smirk appeared on his face as he began writing his name down on the sign up sheet. ?I?m getting too old for this.? He dropped the pen on the table after finishing and turned to look throughout the crowd for any one he knows, as he always did after signing up for a tournament. His steps took him a few feet forward before he found himself stopping. ?Irony? damn you. When will you show me mercy?? There was no doubt he was going to be there, but was he really ready to deal with this again? ?I?m tired of this?? Vegeta shook his head and began walking towards the info center to learn more about how Dante?s Abyss had changed since the very first.
?Only death will bring me peace??
It was the same Tournament many years ago that Vegeta had found the sleeping powers of the Super Saiya-jin within. But at what cost did he earn the privilege, in exchange for Trunk?s life? Should he participate in this Tournament, whos life would be lost this time? Reijin?s? Vegeta didn?t care to have his friend?s blood on his hands, no?not at all.
?Excuse me?? A clerk behind the desk broke Vegeta?s closed thoughts. Apparently without knowing it, the Saiya-jin?s feet had taken control, leading him straight into the sign up desk. ?Are you going to just stand there, or sign up?? The clerk held up a pen towards Vegeta, apparently the pencil had been removed. The father of two took a moment to think about it. No doubt it was a sign, his legs leading him there for a reason. Perhaps fate was trying to pull the Saiya-jin prince back into the life he was always meant to live. A life full of anger, hate, and violence. Every time Vegeta would begin to live low, perhaps aim towards a peaceful life, something would interfere and bring him back to this heated life style.
?They just couldn?t leave me alone, could they?? Vegeta mumbled out of his lips, remembering how just a few hours ago he was attacked by two fighters for his dragon ball.
?I?m sorry?? The clerk?s left brow rose with curiousness. Vegeta shook his head and slowly reached down for the pen, grabbing it with his index finger and thumb.
?I guess a peaceful life isn?t what fate has for me. I was destined to die fighting..heh? A slight smirk appeared on his face as he began writing his name down on the sign up sheet. ?I?m getting too old for this.? He dropped the pen on the table after finishing and turned to look throughout the crowd for any one he knows, as he always did after signing up for a tournament. His steps took him a few feet forward before he found himself stopping. ?Irony? damn you. When will you show me mercy?? There was no doubt he was going to be there, but was he really ready to deal with this again? ?I?m tired of this?? Vegeta shook his head and began walking towards the info center to learn more about how Dante?s Abyss had changed since the very first.
?Only death will bring me peace??
~Semper Fidelis~