06-01-2006, 08:45 PM
?It?s true.? Vegeta remembered the words that Bra and her mother exchanged before the tournament. The young princess informed Bulma about her training in the room of spirit and time, where one year equals a day out in the real world. The real world though, who is it too call it real? Perhaps it was just another dream world, like Friend or Foe. Even this tournament could be just a fragment of thoughts and dreams put together in order for someone?s sheer entertainment. ?I don?t mean in age alone. Your power has become something of great stature.? Vegeta began to rub his injured wrist in order to release some of the tension he felt pulsing through it.
?As have yours.? Trunks seemed serious, perhaps the thought of Reijin was still tracing through his skull covered membrane. No doubt death was what he wanted for the XT Saiya-jin. The royal bloodline was a stubborn kind, and Trunks was no exclusion to this feat.
?No?? Vegeta replied with a low end tone. ?No, not enough.? He gazed down at his wrist and slowly began to twist it around in order to stretch out the repairing ligaments. ?If I was truly powerful, then this wouldn?t have happened.? His eyes were beginning to form a reaction of anger and frustration. ?I wouldn?t have been injured, I wouldn?t have lost.? Trunks eyes looked at his injury, not fully understanding what his father was talking about.
?Both sides lost father. Too many were killed today.? Garlic Jr. and HF17 were part of their losses, and close friends to his son. Metal Koola had a good run through though, and fought bravely in order to show off what he could do. Bujin was another loss, however the King didn?t? know him; but he was able to take the aim off of Reijin and him for but a moment, enough to save them. Too bad he wasn?t still alive in order to pay his thanks and regards.
?Indeed.? Vegeta spoke. ?But there?s a power that should be ours.? He spoke of the power he felt with the dragon ball once it was in his possession. Reijin however now held onto the ball, since his abilities have reached higher than the king that he traveled with. ?Reijin met this power, and embraced it with open arms.? The ascended level of Super Saiya-jin was something of candy, given to him as a reward, however stolen from him like a thief in the night.
?You mean the second plateau?? Trunks knew of this power, no doubt wanting to attain it himself. Vegeta nodded in response.
?Until we reach this level, others will triumph above us?and that?s unacceptable. We are the heirs to our planet, and thus we must defend it.? He glanced over towards the others who all found their own spots to relax and regain their energy for the near future. Certain battles, and certain death waited around every corner, or field for that matter; they must be prepared. ?Reijin is stronger than me?? He knew he had to confess, for it was the first step in getting over denial. ?Raditzu, is stronger than me.?
?Father, don?t.? Trunks attempted to stop his father from continuing but was quickly cut off.
?No Trunks. For a long time I have stood in the shadow of others?I won?t stand for it, not anymore.? Vegeta turned and began to walk back towards the group. His son left standing there alone, wondering what just happened in the previous minute.
?Where are you going?? Trunks called after his father.
?To rest, as should you. We?ll need it for the battle ahead.? With that, Vegeta found a tree nearby 13 in order to listen clearly to the soft melody he plucked away at on his guitar. It was like a sweet sensual lullaby that wanted to rock him to sleep. A sleeping giant, all comes with time, and destiny was something you create, not premade.
?As have yours.? Trunks seemed serious, perhaps the thought of Reijin was still tracing through his skull covered membrane. No doubt death was what he wanted for the XT Saiya-jin. The royal bloodline was a stubborn kind, and Trunks was no exclusion to this feat.
?No?? Vegeta replied with a low end tone. ?No, not enough.? He gazed down at his wrist and slowly began to twist it around in order to stretch out the repairing ligaments. ?If I was truly powerful, then this wouldn?t have happened.? His eyes were beginning to form a reaction of anger and frustration. ?I wouldn?t have been injured, I wouldn?t have lost.? Trunks eyes looked at his injury, not fully understanding what his father was talking about.
?Both sides lost father. Too many were killed today.? Garlic Jr. and HF17 were part of their losses, and close friends to his son. Metal Koola had a good run through though, and fought bravely in order to show off what he could do. Bujin was another loss, however the King didn?t? know him; but he was able to take the aim off of Reijin and him for but a moment, enough to save them. Too bad he wasn?t still alive in order to pay his thanks and regards.
?Indeed.? Vegeta spoke. ?But there?s a power that should be ours.? He spoke of the power he felt with the dragon ball once it was in his possession. Reijin however now held onto the ball, since his abilities have reached higher than the king that he traveled with. ?Reijin met this power, and embraced it with open arms.? The ascended level of Super Saiya-jin was something of candy, given to him as a reward, however stolen from him like a thief in the night.
?You mean the second plateau?? Trunks knew of this power, no doubt wanting to attain it himself. Vegeta nodded in response.
?Until we reach this level, others will triumph above us?and that?s unacceptable. We are the heirs to our planet, and thus we must defend it.? He glanced over towards the others who all found their own spots to relax and regain their energy for the near future. Certain battles, and certain death waited around every corner, or field for that matter; they must be prepared. ?Reijin is stronger than me?? He knew he had to confess, for it was the first step in getting over denial. ?Raditzu, is stronger than me.?
?Father, don?t.? Trunks attempted to stop his father from continuing but was quickly cut off.
?No Trunks. For a long time I have stood in the shadow of others?I won?t stand for it, not anymore.? Vegeta turned and began to walk back towards the group. His son left standing there alone, wondering what just happened in the previous minute.
?Where are you going?? Trunks called after his father.
?To rest, as should you. We?ll need it for the battle ahead.? With that, Vegeta found a tree nearby 13 in order to listen clearly to the soft melody he plucked away at on his guitar. It was like a sweet sensual lullaby that wanted to rock him to sleep. A sleeping giant, all comes with time, and destiny was something you create, not premade.
~Semper Fidelis~