Night Time
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
663
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Night Time
Night Time
There were faces that stuck out of the grey walls. He felt so claustrophobic when he stared at the empty eye sockets. As he came upon a skeleton that looked like it was draped in silk fabric, he noticed that between its\' crossed legs, there sat a mirror. A black mirror. It sent chills up his spine, and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Why, he didn\'t know, but he quickly turned away from it, hoping to the gods that the black skeleton figure wouldn\'t come alive and come after him.
Soon, Vegeta stopped and came to a long hallway, with huge arcs that rose above him. The walls were a deep yellow and dead carcasses of insects scattered the floor. On the walls, there were hooded figures nailed to the hard stone. Their hands stretched to about a 60 degree angle from their chest, their wrists crossing, and palms facing up. The fingers were spread wide and the prince wondered where he had stumbled in. Looking at the ground again, he saw white squares, spread out from each other, but laid in checkered patterning.
Snapping his head up, he looked far and deep within the black hallway. Moss covered parts of the walls, blanketed by cob webs. Vegeta glanced at the small windows that looked as if someone had carved them out with a slick blade, cutting each corner and straight line perfectly. In those windows upon the smooth ledge sat beings of holy figures. Whether they were dark holy figures, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t like the look of them. Now, the question: did he want to go down this hallway?
His brain reeled in the possible outcomes of doing this. It was like a life or death matter, as though he was supposed to go down here. Maybe he’d find a way out of this place if he did. Kicking one of the small bones of an insect with his boot, he pondered some more until he heard a noise. Looking ahead, he strained his eyes to see where it was coming from. It sounded like it was a low groaning, or even moaning noise. It was sad.
Get out of here, Vegeta, his mind told him. This is not safe, Vegeta! Get out of here, Vegeta!! Get out of here NOW!!!
He turned, and ran, daring not to look back.
There were faces that stuck out of the grey walls. He felt so claustrophobic when he stared at the empty eye sockets. As he came upon a skeleton that looked like it was draped in silk fabric, he noticed that between its\' crossed legs, there sat a mirror. A black mirror. It sent chills up his spine, and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Why, he didn\'t know, but he quickly turned away from it, hoping to the gods that the black skeleton figure wouldn\'t come alive and come after him.
Soon, Vegeta stopped and came to a long hallway, with huge arcs that rose above him. The walls were a deep yellow and dead carcasses of insects scattered the floor. On the walls, there were hooded figures nailed to the hard stone. Their hands stretched to about a 60 degree angle from their chest, their wrists crossing, and palms facing up. The fingers were spread wide and the prince wondered where he had stumbled in. Looking at the ground again, he saw white squares, spread out from each other, but laid in checkered patterning.
Snapping his head up, he looked far and deep within the black hallway. Moss covered parts of the walls, blanketed by cob webs. Vegeta glanced at the small windows that looked as if someone had carved them out with a slick blade, cutting each corner and straight line perfectly. In those windows upon the smooth ledge sat beings of holy figures. Whether they were dark holy figures, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t like the look of them. Now, the question: did he want to go down this hallway?
His brain reeled in the possible outcomes of doing this. It was like a life or death matter, as though he was supposed to go down here. Maybe he’d find a way out of this place if he did. Kicking one of the small bones of an insect with his boot, he pondered some more until he heard a noise. Looking ahead, he strained his eyes to see where it was coming from. It sounded like it was a low groaning, or even moaning noise. It was sad.
Get out of here, Vegeta, his mind told him. This is not safe, Vegeta! Get out of here, Vegeta!! Get out of here NOW!!!
He turned, and ran, daring not to look back.