Screams
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,176
Reviews:
3
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.
Screems
Disclaimer: I own nothing so shove it up your ass.
darkfic/angst :(
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He screamed at the top of his lungs. No one heard. No one was around to
hear. Majin Buu had killed everyone. His mother, his friends, and his sanity. He sat alone in the desolate area looking around at his time.
\'Why?\'
The only thing he could manage to do was carry the corpse of his mother to the ruins of Capsule Corp. Limping over rocks and debris he walked into his home and made his way to the living room to set his mother down carefully on the sofa.
The tears in his eyes made his lavender hair stick to his face. With a shaking hand he brushed the offending lock aside and succeded in smearing his mothers blood and dirt across his cheek. Keeling down beside her he grasped her hand an lay his head beside her still form.
\"I tried Okaasan. I destroyed the androids and we rebuilt, I\'m soo sorry I couldn\'t save this world again.\" He cried out.
Letting his eyes daze he tried to clear his head of the battle withe the pink monster but couldn\'t shake the screams that echoed in his head. People being turned into chocolate and eaten alive, women having their insides blown out, and his poor mother.
Choking on another sob he grabbed his head and began to shake violently to rid himself of the image of his mother taking the brunt of an attack, flying across the landscape only to have her fall broken by the trunk of a tree.
He could still hear the snapping of her spine and her screems as she coughed and suffacated from broken ribs and punctured lungs. He sat now staring out at the hole in the wall. Letting his eyes glaze over he thought of is options. Going back to the other time wouldn\'t be such a bad idea, but who wants a traumatized reminder of what could have been? He could stay here, but everyone is dead. The cold silence peirced his soul. The lack of any living ki attacked his senses and he made up his mind.
Looking over at his mother he put an eerie smile on his face. Carefully picking up a peice of glass he took a breath.
He didn\'t even feel it peirce the skin of his wrist, nor the other one for that matter. He simply let his arms fall to the sides and allowed fatigue to consume him. Sliding down the side of the sofa he hit the floor.
Darkness came at his in waves and breathing suddenly didn\'t seem to matter much anymore. So he slept next to his mother, never to wake again.
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darkfic/angst :(
******
He screamed at the top of his lungs. No one heard. No one was around to
hear. Majin Buu had killed everyone. His mother, his friends, and his sanity. He sat alone in the desolate area looking around at his time.
\'Why?\'
The only thing he could manage to do was carry the corpse of his mother to the ruins of Capsule Corp. Limping over rocks and debris he walked into his home and made his way to the living room to set his mother down carefully on the sofa.
The tears in his eyes made his lavender hair stick to his face. With a shaking hand he brushed the offending lock aside and succeded in smearing his mothers blood and dirt across his cheek. Keeling down beside her he grasped her hand an lay his head beside her still form.
\"I tried Okaasan. I destroyed the androids and we rebuilt, I\'m soo sorry I couldn\'t save this world again.\" He cried out.
Letting his eyes daze he tried to clear his head of the battle withe the pink monster but couldn\'t shake the screams that echoed in his head. People being turned into chocolate and eaten alive, women having their insides blown out, and his poor mother.
Choking on another sob he grabbed his head and began to shake violently to rid himself of the image of his mother taking the brunt of an attack, flying across the landscape only to have her fall broken by the trunk of a tree.
He could still hear the snapping of her spine and her screems as she coughed and suffacated from broken ribs and punctured lungs. He sat now staring out at the hole in the wall. Letting his eyes glaze over he thought of is options. Going back to the other time wouldn\'t be such a bad idea, but who wants a traumatized reminder of what could have been? He could stay here, but everyone is dead. The cold silence peirced his soul. The lack of any living ki attacked his senses and he made up his mind.
Looking over at his mother he put an eerie smile on his face. Carefully picking up a peice of glass he took a breath.
He didn\'t even feel it peirce the skin of his wrist, nor the other one for that matter. He simply let his arms fall to the sides and allowed fatigue to consume him. Sliding down the side of the sofa he hit the floor.
Darkness came at his in waves and breathing suddenly didn\'t seem to matter much anymore. So he slept next to his mother, never to wake again.
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