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Aika Multaa Muistot (Everything Is Nothing)
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A/N – I finally got my new
choker back from Urban Rumor today! I designed a black leather choker with a
silver cross hanging from it like the one Bulma wears in the chapter “Black
Leather”. It is a truly awesome cross! Anyhow, as I promised here is the next
update! Enjoy!
There are a few reviews that
I wish to reply to, the first is from style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;color:black'>bishoujo. My
comment to you is that I personally do not like LavendergoddessV’s writing, but
that I wasn’t mocking her when I said that. I merely meant that she doesn’t
really write anything alternate. I think she writes well from a structural
perspective but her characterization is off and her work is very, very
predictable with over used ideas. That’s just my opinion; I respect that others
like her though.
To Kaioh, I’d like to say that I love NIN too, I have pretty much
all of the NIN albums and “we’re in this together now” is a song which I’m
writing a later chapter too, as well as the NIN song ‘sanctified’ which you
also wrote a few of the lyrics to. NIN was a huge inspiration for this fic, I’m
glad you like them too!
Oh and for Kittygirl, yes I
do read my reviews – I don’t think there is an author alive who doesn’t! I’m
just one of those lazy people who rarely write author responses, but trust me –
I am listening! Try not to get to angry about me not updating as often as I
used to, I try to update as often as possible but I’m busy a lot of the time.
IMPORTANT: This fic is
being written by Vegeta Goddess only.
Lady D co-wrote the first 6 or so chapters and then stopped writing.
Most of you missed the author note explaining that she was no longer
co-writing. I just wanted it clear that up.
Lyrics: “Aika Multaa
Muistot (Everything Is Nothing)” by SENTENCED
Thanks to Nikoru for beta
reading!
couldn’t care less
hard, relentless
the path I wouldn’t change a thing
with longing deep within
“Keep quiet, we can’t afford to let anyone know hat we’re here. Nothing
must prevent out escape, Bulma.” Bulma shivered as Ilandra’s voice slipped
around her like a fur coat in the silence of the tunnel they had crawled
through. They had reached the end of the dusty, claustrophobic tunnel not long
ago and Ilandra had insisted that they hunch in the cover provided by the
darkness of the tunnel and wait little longer. Bulma thought that the lavender
haired woman as being a little paranoid, but her opinion didn’t count for much,
especially as Ilandra seemed very well versed in matters of infiltration and
general sneaking around.
The tunnel entrance was painted in a thick gloom which was held in
check by the steel grating that was bolted across the entrance. Through the
steel grating Bulma could see some sort of empty maintenance hallway that
looked similar to the ones back at the castle, only while those tunnels had
been dusty and un-used, these ones looked well cared for - as though they were
regularly visited.
“What do we do if someone sees us?” Bulma whispered, her blue eyes
darting left and right and she strained to see past Ilandra and through the
grill. Although she couldn’t see anyone it didn’t mean that people weren’t
coming.
“If someone sees us then I’ll take care of them, I have inherited my
fathers strength.” The pale ice-jin princess smiled faintly, and turned to face
Bulma, her teeth gleaming softly in the dim lighting as she reassured her.
“Don’t worry Bulma, I’m not going to let those saiyans get their hands on you
ever again.”
Bulma smiled back, not entirely sure if she trusted Ilandra completely
but willing to take a chance on it. In front of her Ilandra was muttering
quietly to herself as she began to pry the grill free. Her nimble fingers
making short work of the rivets that held it in place. It was truly amazing how
talented Ilandra was, Bulma mused to herself as she watched her friend work.
While she herself was a mechanical genius, Ilandra was brilliant at scheming
and working out tactics – areas of skill that Bulma was fairly sure she herself
rated low in.
With an echoing clatter of metal the grill dropped free from the wall
and light flooded into the tunnel, bathing Ilandra and Bulma in its luminescent
glare. Ilandra se to to flow from the tunnel, moving so fluidly that her
movements seemed liquid as she poured to the ground and crouched, listening for
signs that someone might have heard them. When she was certain that the way
ahead was clear she signaled with a quick motion of her hand for Bulma to drop
down from the tunnel and join her.
Bulma squirmed free from the grill opening and fell to the floor with a
muffled thump, landing in a tangled pile of arms and legs. The blue haired
beauty quickly vaulted to her feet and gave a dignified shrug of her shoulders
as though she often fell from grills, her eye eyes staring anywhere bar at
Ilandra, who was looking at Bulma exasperatedly.
“If you’re quite finished, perhaps we could get moving?” Ilandra tossed
her hair over her shoulder and grabbed for Bulma’s hand. With a quick tug she
jerked Bulma closer to her and then began to drag the small human down the
hallway and towards the docking bay. Ilandra knew that sooner or later the
saiyans would trace her footsteps and would send guards after them and she
couldn’t, she just couldn’t, loose Bulma to Vegeta.
Not after everything she had had to endure to get her free.
friend of misery
eternal agony
know I can only lose
nothing I have to choose
“Sire?” The saiyan guard knelt before Vegeta, his limbs trembling ever
so slightly as he caught sight of the dismembered body of the former King laid
out on an elaborate funeral slab.
“What is it?” Vegeta snapped, tearing his own eyes off his father’s
body and looking down his nose at the trembling worm before him. “Have you
found my woman yet?” He took a step towards the guard, his tail uncurling and
lashing about dangerously as his temper flared.
“N-not yet Sire, but we have tracked her scent to the maintenance
tunnels at the bottom of the castle.” The guard took a deep breath and
continued, certain that his next words were going to be his last. are
are
certaint yot your concubine is still with Ilandra Cold, but we are unable to
ascertain what her current state of health is.” The guard waited for a killing
blow to land o his head or neck, surprised when he only heard Vegeta chuckle.
“Foolish Low-level.” He hissed between his sharpened teeth to the guard
who was still kneeling before him. “Ilandra is no fool. She would not presume
to harm my servant in any manner, particular not if she wishes to leave this
place alive.” Vegeta shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, sucking in a
deep breath of air before continuing. “No, Ilandra will not harm Bulma - she
will use her as a hostage if need be, but she will not hurt her in any way.
Bulma will be useless to her if she doesn’t co-operate, and the only way that
Ilandra can guarantee her co-operation is if she convinces Bulma that she is
her friend.” The saiyan prince spoke to the guard as he would have to a child;
his tone dripping with condescension as though he was talking to a simpleton.
Vegeta stared down haughtily at the worm before him and considered,
albeit it briefly, if wasting his energy on exterminating this maggot’s life
would be worth his time. Granted this particular saiyan appeared to fear him
greatly – as he should – but what was truly bothering Vegeta was the manner in
which this saiyan had blurted things out to him. He hadn’t been cold and
distant as Vegeta would have wished for his messenger to be. Instead he had
been frightened and had cowered before him as he had stuttered out the bad
news.
No, Vegeta decided after quick deliberation, ending this fools life
wasn’t a task worthy of his time or his energy. Right now it was imperative for
him to follow through with the traditional saiyan funeral ritual – he had to
make sure that his fathers spirit was passed on through the generations. In
accordance with saiyan ritual there was only one way in which a saiyans spirit,
pride and strength could be passed on:
He had to devour his father’s heart, liver and some of his flesh and
blood. It wasn’t the eating and drinking of his fathers blood that bothered
Vegeta – that was a custom which the saiyan people had followed since the dawn
of the Vegeta Empire, and perhaps even before then. No, what bothered Vegeta
was the fact that his father, his strong and proud father who Vegeta had looked
up to all his life had been slaughtered so mercilessly and easily at the hands
of a whore.
His feelings confused him. He didn’t love her – love was completely out
of the question, but whatever it was that he felt for her was stronger then
lust. He wanted her constantly, craved her company like a drug. She was his
latest addiction and he couldn’t work out why. It wasn’t the way she dressed or
the way she looked at him, nor was it the small talk she made with him after
their coupling. It was something indefinite; something Vegeta couldn’t quite
put his finger on.
With a flick of his wrist Vegeta signaled for the cowering guard before
him to leave, and the terrified saiyan scuttled away leaving a scent of fear in
his wake. Vegeta’s nose wrinkled and he scoffed quietly to himself before
turning back to his father’s body, his cape whispering quietly as it billowed
out behind him, caught on a breeze.
The once proud King was lying on a funeral slab in a pool of blood. It
was strange that the body still bled, Vegeta would have thought that the body
would have ceased to bleed by now, but the blood which had flowed through his
fathers veins was still slowly oozing out – albeit slowly. Some poor doctor had
tried to arrange his father so that it appeared that his body was intact, but
it was impossible to hide the fact that the king had been ripped carelessly
apart.
Vegeta felt his emotions slink away in his own mind. Forced into
reclusion by his need for a clear mind and for common sense – he couldn’t
afford to lose control of himself now and disgrace his father and their
families honor by howling at the unfairness of it all. With a sigh of breath
that barely stirred the air in front of him the lone prince walked to his
father’s body and reached out a hand, letting it hover his his fathers chest
for an age before he formed a single tiny ball of ki and easily sliced his
father open.
The glowing ki easily cut though the flesh, muscle, cartilage and bone
– slicing a neat line down the center of his father’s chest. Vegeta allowed the
ki to dissipate and then reached out his hands again and tore his fathers chest
apart with a sickening wet tearing sound that was just identifiable over the
stomach turning snaps and pops of his fathers ribs snapping cleanly in two.
“As my father once took the knowledge of his own father and passed it
on, so shall I take the strength, courage and wisdom of the ages from his body
and pass it into my own.” Vegeta whispered the words into the empty room; his
rough voice echoing back to him so that for the briefest of seconds it appeared
as though there were two of him in the room bidding their father a last
farewell.
Vegeta reached into the gaping maw of his fathers twisted and broken
body and closed his hand around his father’s heart. The muscle was still warm
and when Vegeta tore it free with another wet tearing noise, warm blood
splashed onto his face and chest. It dripped slowly down his face and off his
chin where it splashed onto his chest and slowly oozed its way down his body,
leaving glistening scarlet trails streaking down the prince’s chest.
He held the bloodied heart clenched in his fist and brought it to his
mouth inch by agonizing inch as the blood continued to run, dripping between
his fingers and splashing deafeningly to the floor.
The saiyans neck snapped with a brittle snap that reminded Bulma of a
branreakreaking, the mans eyes rolled back in his head and his body flopped
lifelessly in Ilandra’s hands before the deadly beauty tossed him aside as she
would have apiece of garbage. The saiyan’s body hit the polished floor of the
spaceport without making a sound and it slid across the floor to come to a rest
near the steel wall.
Ilandra cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders, her white skin
seemed to almost glow as she stretched and yawned before turning to face the
single guard who was left standing in the room. The guard was tall for a saiyan
and very solidly built. Under any other circumstance Bulma was certain that the
burly saiyan male would have scoffed at the thought of the petite lavender
haired woman standing in front of him actually being able to hurt him – but
after seeing seven of his co-workers a friends slaughtered by this particular
woman without her even breaking a sweat, the saiyan could be forgiven for being
rendered speechless.
“What’s the matter, hmmm?” Ilandra questioned lazily, holding a nail
out in front of her and studying it as she waited for the saiyan to make his
move. However the saiyan merely ground and stood his ground, determined not to
fall into the same trap that his friends had been trapped into rushing headlong
into a fight with the eerily beautiful creature that stood in front of him. Odd
as it seemed, the gorgeous pale skinned creature that was lounging in front of
him contained within her a power so great that his entire crew had been
slaughtered without any of them laying a hand on her.
Ilandra lowered her hand and smiled faintly, her laughter tinkling like
bells as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a step towards the
trembling guard. In a movement that was so fast Bulma didn’t even see it
happen, Ilandra leapt forward and grabbed the saiyans head in her hands. For a
second Bulma could see Ilandra almost suspended over the saiyan, her dress
hanging around her in a glowing outline. Then Ilandra moved again and when
Bulma next blinked she opened her eyes to find Ilandra standing in front of her
with the saiyans head in her hands.
n lan lang=EN-US style='mso-bidi-font-size:
10.0pt'>She let the head drop to the ground with a thump and Bulma winced as
some of the teeth shattered from the saiyans mouth and skidded along the
ground. She raised a hand to her mouth and fought back bile as she caught site
of the headless body lying on its back in a pool of rapidly glowing crimson
blood.
“Time to go Bulma.” Ilandra drew Bulma’s attention gently away from the
hideous sight of destruction before them as she took her hand. “Everything will
be alright. There isn’t anyone left to stop us.” Her red eyes glowed softly as
Ilandra stepped in close to Bulma and pressed her soft red lips against the
smaller humans.
Bulma stood there, shocked, as Ilandra kissed her. The ice-jins hands
gently traced circles on her back as she poured herself into the kiss before
pulling swiftly away and leading the shell shocked Bulma towards one of the
un-manned ships.
witness your demise
meant it all
A/N
– My God, that song is so beautiful. My guy played it to me last night…now I’m
completely taken with this song. The lyrics seemed to fit this chapter so well,
as did the music that goes with it. It washorthort chapter I know but I didn’t
get much time to write last week or this week. I had to move rooms in my flat
and then my computer broke down – as well as this chapter getting deleted when
I had almost finished writing it! Oh well, hopefully you’ll all forgive me!
Please Review!