12-20-2006, 11:33 PM
Silence consumed the two of them. They both held their regrets, their pains that they seemed unable to escape no matter how fast they ran. It shocked Broli how similar he was to the robotic creature. His memory of his past was fragmented at best, a slew of adventures bringing him to be the man he was today. Fight for your allies? The words echoed in the Saiya-Jin?s mind. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he couldn?t help but sob quietly to himself. How could he have ignored them so? He hadn?t fought for his allies. He hadn?t fought for Pigero, or Bulma, or Minoshia, or King Cold, or Akane, or even Reijin, a fellow Saiya-Jin. He had fought for his own glory, for his own right to be the victor of Dante?s Abyss: Conquest. Android Seventeen was nothing without his allies. Was Broli, too, nothing then? He was haunted just like Seventeen was, both of his unspoken past and of his transgressions when he was infected with the Black Virus. What had he accomplished in Conquest? Had he really done anything other than pursue his own honor? Was he even really the Saiya-Jin that he judged Vegeta so harshly for not being?
?I understand now,? Broli uttered, tears streaming down his face.
Seventeen opened his eyes, despite the pain that swelled in his body. ?Understand??
?I understand now who I am,? came the reply, Broli bowing his head to his chest as he sobbed. Seventeen could only lie there. No words could reassure the Saiya-Jin. The android knew that he was realizing not just who he was, but who he wanted to be. Broli had discovered the true Saiya-Jin, a character with shoes that he wanted to fill with the utmost effort. All Seventeen could do, however, was lie there in sympathy.
Wiping the tears from his reddened face, Broli stood, puffing out his chest as he regained his composure. Seventeen closed his eyes, knowing that his end was coming. Destiny was taking control. He had fought valiantly, but his time of elimination had arrived. There was no anger, no grudges, and no strife between the two. Only respect existed, respect that consumed them both. The man that would walk out of that tent alive was the victor, but he would walk out differently than the first day he arrived on the Conquest Island. With his last dying words, Seventeen had imparted a vital wisdom on the Saiya-Jin, a wisdom that would help mold and shape who Burori truly wanted to be.
Broli stood over the head of the table. ?I don?t care what mechanics you have in your body. To me, you will always be a Saiya-Jin, a Saiya-Jin that I hope I can one day become.? Android Seventeen took a deep breath. He knew what was coming next. Broli leaned forward, whispering into his ear. ?The woman you mentioned, Paige. I have no idea where she has gone upon being eliminated? But I hope the love that the two of you share will bring you together again one day. Know this, even when the loves you?ve lost are gone? They?re never truly gone.?
Tears formed in the corners of Android Seventeen?s tightly shut eyes, the image of Paige appearing in his mind. She smiled at him, his memories of her soothing his wildly beating heart. He thought of the times he had spent with her, the Saiya-Jin?s unsteady hands all the while forming around his head. He imagined her laughing, of being in his arms, their love for one another consuming them. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, a smile forming on his face as Paige hugged him with every ounce of her. And then, with a snap, everything was gone.
?I understand now,? Broli uttered, tears streaming down his face.
Seventeen opened his eyes, despite the pain that swelled in his body. ?Understand??
?I understand now who I am,? came the reply, Broli bowing his head to his chest as he sobbed. Seventeen could only lie there. No words could reassure the Saiya-Jin. The android knew that he was realizing not just who he was, but who he wanted to be. Broli had discovered the true Saiya-Jin, a character with shoes that he wanted to fill with the utmost effort. All Seventeen could do, however, was lie there in sympathy.
Wiping the tears from his reddened face, Broli stood, puffing out his chest as he regained his composure. Seventeen closed his eyes, knowing that his end was coming. Destiny was taking control. He had fought valiantly, but his time of elimination had arrived. There was no anger, no grudges, and no strife between the two. Only respect existed, respect that consumed them both. The man that would walk out of that tent alive was the victor, but he would walk out differently than the first day he arrived on the Conquest Island. With his last dying words, Seventeen had imparted a vital wisdom on the Saiya-Jin, a wisdom that would help mold and shape who Burori truly wanted to be.
Broli stood over the head of the table. ?I don?t care what mechanics you have in your body. To me, you will always be a Saiya-Jin, a Saiya-Jin that I hope I can one day become.? Android Seventeen took a deep breath. He knew what was coming next. Broli leaned forward, whispering into his ear. ?The woman you mentioned, Paige. I have no idea where she has gone upon being eliminated? But I hope the love that the two of you share will bring you together again one day. Know this, even when the loves you?ve lost are gone? They?re never truly gone.?
Tears formed in the corners of Android Seventeen?s tightly shut eyes, the image of Paige appearing in his mind. She smiled at him, his memories of her soothing his wildly beating heart. He thought of the times he had spent with her, the Saiya-Jin?s unsteady hands all the while forming around his head. He imagined her laughing, of being in his arms, their love for one another consuming them. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, a smile forming on his face as Paige hugged him with every ounce of her. And then, with a snap, everything was gone.