Recounts of death
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
667
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Recounts of death
Recounts of death
Myth states that death is painless. That once the mortal wound is struck, your brain starts to shut down, relieving you of your ability to feel the pain inside of you. You no longer realize what happens around you. Myth is wrong. How do I know? I have died, and this is my story.
In a flash, the world’s greatest fighter was gone, taking the monstrosity that threatened to destroy the world with him. He had a smile of his face, the last thing I’d ever see of him, that soft, carefree smile, before the fingers rose to press to his forehead and his serious look returned. Everyone could only stare as they vanished. Leaving nothing behind but the destruction of their previous battle.
His son screamed and cried out for him. Tears came to almost everyone’s eyes, especially those who were good friends, and family. My father could only stare. He was gone. My father’s enemy was gone, now whom would he fight? I could never understand my father and his ways, but I knew if he did something, it was for a reason. He must have had a reason for hating him so much.
Tears came to my eyes as well, the pain of losing my hero and my idol only just settling into my heart when I felt something, A spark of energy that caught our attentions, bringing us back to reality. That spark soon was fallowed by an enormous wave of power.
Dust and dirt stirred, creating a thick cloud that hovered around the center of the source of power. We could only stare in horror. He was back, that monster had somehow come back, more powerful than ever.
The only warning that came was a small point of light. It was an attack, that’s all I could figure out before it sped towards the group. Who was it aiming for? Who would fall now? Not him…. Please Kami, not my father. Please not my love.
My thoughts lasted for a mere second, but that second was all I needed to realize who the target was. It was I. Kami had listened.
The pain was immense. A single beam through my chest that lasted a mere breath. It was my last. I hit the ground some feet from where I had been hit. My chest tried to rise, I could feel my father’s power level drop. I could hear them all. They cried out my name. I could feal my lover's hand.
Yes, my lover. This secret I keep from my father to this day. He cried out for me… he was torn that I was dieing. He even tried to keep me alive, gave them hope for me as well. “T-Trunks! He’s moving! He’s still alive!” My Yamcha, my angel. I felt the blood bubbling up through my throat, filling my mouth. My vision blurred and left all together. I couldn’t see him anymore.
My head lurched to the side as the blood spewed out, erupting forth. As the pain dimmed, the sounds dimmed to a soft murmur, but I could feel it. The last thing I ever felt during that battle. His hand…He was touching my chest. For that brief moment before my death, I felt truly at peace.
And so, I died, at the hands of that monster, at the hands of Cell. I couldn’t even lift a finger in the battle to help. But from what they told me, even my death helped in his destruction Even in the tiniest way. My father straightened up, I heard he even apologized. But as true as my death, all good things must come to an end.
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I am planning on making this a short seriese involving the deaths of all of the major characters. this is my testing story, this may be my only one seeing how it works. RnR people ^^
Myth states that death is painless. That once the mortal wound is struck, your brain starts to shut down, relieving you of your ability to feel the pain inside of you. You no longer realize what happens around you. Myth is wrong. How do I know? I have died, and this is my story.
In a flash, the world’s greatest fighter was gone, taking the monstrosity that threatened to destroy the world with him. He had a smile of his face, the last thing I’d ever see of him, that soft, carefree smile, before the fingers rose to press to his forehead and his serious look returned. Everyone could only stare as they vanished. Leaving nothing behind but the destruction of their previous battle.
His son screamed and cried out for him. Tears came to almost everyone’s eyes, especially those who were good friends, and family. My father could only stare. He was gone. My father’s enemy was gone, now whom would he fight? I could never understand my father and his ways, but I knew if he did something, it was for a reason. He must have had a reason for hating him so much.
Tears came to my eyes as well, the pain of losing my hero and my idol only just settling into my heart when I felt something, A spark of energy that caught our attentions, bringing us back to reality. That spark soon was fallowed by an enormous wave of power.
Dust and dirt stirred, creating a thick cloud that hovered around the center of the source of power. We could only stare in horror. He was back, that monster had somehow come back, more powerful than ever.
The only warning that came was a small point of light. It was an attack, that’s all I could figure out before it sped towards the group. Who was it aiming for? Who would fall now? Not him…. Please Kami, not my father. Please not my love.
My thoughts lasted for a mere second, but that second was all I needed to realize who the target was. It was I. Kami had listened.
The pain was immense. A single beam through my chest that lasted a mere breath. It was my last. I hit the ground some feet from where I had been hit. My chest tried to rise, I could feel my father’s power level drop. I could hear them all. They cried out my name. I could feal my lover's hand.
Yes, my lover. This secret I keep from my father to this day. He cried out for me… he was torn that I was dieing. He even tried to keep me alive, gave them hope for me as well. “T-Trunks! He’s moving! He’s still alive!” My Yamcha, my angel. I felt the blood bubbling up through my throat, filling my mouth. My vision blurred and left all together. I couldn’t see him anymore.
My head lurched to the side as the blood spewed out, erupting forth. As the pain dimmed, the sounds dimmed to a soft murmur, but I could feel it. The last thing I ever felt during that battle. His hand…He was touching my chest. For that brief moment before my death, I felt truly at peace.
And so, I died, at the hands of that monster, at the hands of Cell. I couldn’t even lift a finger in the battle to help. But from what they told me, even my death helped in his destruction Even in the tiniest way. My father straightened up, I heard he even apologized. But as true as my death, all good things must come to an end.
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I am planning on making this a short seriese involving the deaths of all of the major characters. this is my testing story, this may be my only one seeing how it works. RnR people ^^