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Fanfic: Dark Angels
Chapter: Dark Angels
So after I wrote the last part of BmV, I realized: Somehow it can't go on like this! You have to know that I can only do something decent if I really feel like it! Well and ... uh ... the right MOTIVATION for BMV is missing at the moment! That's why I think it's better if I first scribble how, in my opinion, Vegeta got to his * cranky * "extremely loving and gentle" residents! (For all snoring noses: I mean this planet that blew up about thirty years ago! It had two rings that were perpendicular to each other and ... mh ... you say it Veggie-Sama! Where that from All respected Vegeta-Kun was king! What n execution!> - <)
The main characters in this case are not Saiya-jins, but their precursors. Do you know the second DBZ CD? (Surreptitious advertising, surreptitious advertising!) 13th title? Bingo, it's about angels (the text is plenty ... mph ... strange ... but the melody ... also known as "We Tenchi Datta"[Midis!]) and therefore I am of the opinion that the Saiya-jins descend from a kind of angel, the Dark Angels!
If you want to know how the Dark Angels and the strange planet with the big ocean, which later calls itself Vegeta, came together (that sounds ... kind of weird!) Should maybe take a quick look at the following FF! By!
P.S .: Is anyone interested in my other FF "Vegeta's Daughter"? If so, let me know, I'll be waiting! :-P
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Dark Angels
The sun slid gently behind the horizon, the sky flared a golden red. The evening breeze brushed gently around the ornate palace, through the inner courtyard, over the balcony by the narrow royal tower. It was made of ivory and has always been the seat of the royal family. The balcony, in turn, had been painted Bala at the king's request, a deep, dark blue that almost faded into black ... just like the hair color of most of the planet's inhabitants.That evening the balcony was used more than ever, the king's compatriots kept coming, stepping out, entering, staying or offering their ruler a refreshment and then leaving. The only person who remained sedentary wore a baggy coat, a pair of leather shoes and boots. The flax-blonde hair was tied in a braid, the turquoise-blue eyes rested on the setting sun. King Siadra, ruler of the planet Revokrad. With majestic calm (logical, logical! * Praise yourself * Imagine if I had written: "With a metropolitan unrest"! Tz, tz, tz.) He stood on the edge of the porch, arms crossed. A stocky man, dressed in a simple robe of the kind the servants used to wear, stepped onto the balcony. He bowed, the balanen hair fell over his forehead so that his face was hidden. “Your Majesty, your wife, the Queen wishes to see you.” Siadra's features covered a benevolent smile and he dismissed the servant with a quick wave of his hand.
There was great excitement in the small chamber, with the servants, the nannies and, last but not least, the wet nurses bustling around their ruler. There was general unrest in the air. Sentences like "Should I get a drink?", "Are you feeling well?", "Would you like to speak to someone?" or "Are you in a lot of pain?" buzzed like a swarm of bees through the musty chamber. But no matter what happened, the Queen, Queen Niriria (ha, ha, ha isn't that a nice name ??? Say it 10 times in quick succession!) Kept shaking her head, looking at an object in hers Poor directed. Sweat stood on her forehead, she was pale and exhausted. Still, there couldn't have been a better moment for her.
Suddenly the door flew open, Siadra entered the room. His whole appearance radiated calm and serenity. But his eyes shone. He slowly stepped to his wife's bed and looked at the little boy who had been bothering his mother for the past 9 months.The little one opened his eyes wearily; they were just as blue as one would expect from a member of the royal family. A little grumpy, probably because he had been expelled from his warm, dark world into a cold, largely unknown area, he looked around. A yawn, silence. The newborn was sleeping.
“What should be called the descendant of Siadra and Niriria?” The king smiled a little when he asked his wife this question. She started to smile. "I was thinking of ... Vegeta!" Siadra's smile disappeared. A mix of "Are you kidding me?" and "You can't be serious now!" replaced it. "You ... you actually want to call your son 'vegetables'?" Niriria's smile turned into a grin. "Of course. Because of him I only had to eat vegetables for nine months! If the name Vegeta doesn't fit perfectly ..." Siadra scratched the back of her head, perplexed. Finally he shook his head with a sigh. Once his wife got something on her mind, there was no way she could be dissuaded anytime soon.“When should he be baptized?” Niriria beamed. "Tomorrow, at half past four in the morning!"
"What, so early?"
The next morning, half past four:
The first roosters crowed, heralding the new day. The birds began to sing and the sun shone on the clouds with its golden light from below. The stars faded. Contrary to this morning silence, there was chaos in the king's palace. The servants dismissed (* remembered something * huh, the dear little weasel that keeps the CC going ... those were the days, what Tess? * Tess falls over and stays on the floor * Uh, Tess? * smile *) through the long corridors, a veil of delicious food hung in the air. A wonderful picture ... if only it weren't for the clocks. Each ungraciously indicated the same time: 4.30.
A large water tub was set up in all the hustle and bustle. Next to it stood a priest, the queen, the king and of course the nurse with the child in her arms.A good five minutes later a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the palace, and work came to a standstill for a moment. At the water tub, the priest was still holding the baptism certificate in his hand with a completely disturbed expression, while the boy, who had just been baptized in the name of Vegeta, struggled screaming and screaming out of the icy water. ´Really an energetic child ... Until now nobody has bitten me at the baptism ... `
From that day on, the youngest member of the royal house of Revokrad was called Vegeta, named after his mother's staple food during pregnancy.
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Vegeta grew up as the years passed and there was nothing that could change or break the peculiar character of the boy. He took a tremendous pleasure in doing crazy experiments and then writing the results down in a secret language.One day he wanted to explore the resilience of a Dark Angel. He had previously learned that his people should have got their name from a legendary warrior of his tribe. A good 1000 years ago, a Dark Angel appeared who had a special gift for fighting. Dark Angels have always been a strong people, they understand almost all fighting techniques. But this fighter was different, whenever he had to fight and show his true strength, two black angel wings should have appeared. The name Dark Angels has always preceded the people. So Vegeta wanted to find out how long such a Dark Angel needed to fight his way out of a locked cave he was guarding. Vegeta-Sama had chosen his father's court marshal as the victim - Conclusion: The poor court marshal died of thirst without ever having seen the light of day again and Siadra was allowed to look for a new employee, who did not get in touch for a year because the death of the old marshal caused a stir and nobody, REALLY nobody, wished such a fate.(What a tapeworm phrase!> -
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The storm raged like a monster around the old palace, blue lightning (no, NOT Kuno!) Flashed across the sky, the black clouds raced along, the sea raged in the surf. An ignorant seagull fought the storm over the waves, stupid animal. Suddenly she was seized by a gust of wind and the storm carried her away. The silver seagull crashed miserably against the thick wall of the palace. There was an oppressive silence in the building itself. The little Torai scurried through the corridors in a good mood, squeaked once here, then there and chosen by his mother as guardian, and Vegeta marched after him morosely. Beware of little brothers - disgusting! Queen Niriria, for her part, sat on her husband's throne, holding her finished embroidery and smiling, watching her children march through the palace. Only King Siadra was missing, the king fought far away from his home planet against the rebellious people of the Njasa - small, agile beings who knew neither pain nor grief.
Suddenly a messenger stormed into the great throne room, it was completely sodden, his clothes were oozing with moisture. His breathing was fast, he must have been running.
The main characters in this case are not Saiya-jins, but their precursors. Do you know the second DBZ CD? (Surreptitious advertising, surreptitious advertising!) 13th title? Bingo, it's about angels (the text is plenty ... mph ... strange ... but the melody ... also known as "We Tenchi Datta"[Midis!]) and therefore I am of the opinion that the Saiya-jins descend from a kind of angel, the Dark Angels!
If you want to know how the Dark Angels and the strange planet with the big ocean, which later calls itself Vegeta, came together (that sounds ... kind of weird!) Should maybe take a quick look at the following FF! By!
P.S .: Is anyone interested in my other FF "Vegeta's Daughter"? If so, let me know, I'll be waiting! :-P
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Dark Angels
The sun slid gently behind the horizon, the sky flared a golden red. The evening breeze brushed gently around the ornate palace, through the inner courtyard, over the balcony by the narrow royal tower. It was made of ivory and has always been the seat of the royal family. The balcony, in turn, had been painted Bala at the king's request, a deep, dark blue that almost faded into black ... just like the hair color of most of the planet's inhabitants.That evening the balcony was used more than ever, the king's compatriots kept coming, stepping out, entering, staying or offering their ruler a refreshment and then leaving. The only person who remained sedentary wore a baggy coat, a pair of leather shoes and boots. The flax-blonde hair was tied in a braid, the turquoise-blue eyes rested on the setting sun. King Siadra, ruler of the planet Revokrad. With majestic calm (logical, logical! * Praise yourself * Imagine if I had written: "With a metropolitan unrest"! Tz, tz, tz.) He stood on the edge of the porch, arms crossed. A stocky man, dressed in a simple robe of the kind the servants used to wear, stepped onto the balcony. He bowed, the balanen hair fell over his forehead so that his face was hidden. “Your Majesty, your wife, the Queen wishes to see you.” Siadra's features covered a benevolent smile and he dismissed the servant with a quick wave of his hand.
There was great excitement in the small chamber, with the servants, the nannies and, last but not least, the wet nurses bustling around their ruler. There was general unrest in the air. Sentences like "Should I get a drink?", "Are you feeling well?", "Would you like to speak to someone?" or "Are you in a lot of pain?" buzzed like a swarm of bees through the musty chamber. But no matter what happened, the Queen, Queen Niriria (ha, ha, ha isn't that a nice name ??? Say it 10 times in quick succession!) Kept shaking her head, looking at an object in hers Poor directed. Sweat stood on her forehead, she was pale and exhausted. Still, there couldn't have been a better moment for her.
Suddenly the door flew open, Siadra entered the room. His whole appearance radiated calm and serenity. But his eyes shone. He slowly stepped to his wife's bed and looked at the little boy who had been bothering his mother for the past 9 months.The little one opened his eyes wearily; they were just as blue as one would expect from a member of the royal family. A little grumpy, probably because he had been expelled from his warm, dark world into a cold, largely unknown area, he looked around. A yawn, silence. The newborn was sleeping.
“What should be called the descendant of Siadra and Niriria?” The king smiled a little when he asked his wife this question. She started to smile. "I was thinking of ... Vegeta!" Siadra's smile disappeared. A mix of "Are you kidding me?" and "You can't be serious now!" replaced it. "You ... you actually want to call your son 'vegetables'?" Niriria's smile turned into a grin. "Of course. Because of him I only had to eat vegetables for nine months! If the name Vegeta doesn't fit perfectly ..." Siadra scratched the back of her head, perplexed. Finally he shook his head with a sigh. Once his wife got something on her mind, there was no way she could be dissuaded anytime soon.“When should he be baptized?” Niriria beamed. "Tomorrow, at half past four in the morning!"
"What, so early?"
The next morning, half past four:
The first roosters crowed, heralding the new day. The birds began to sing and the sun shone on the clouds with its golden light from below. The stars faded. Contrary to this morning silence, there was chaos in the king's palace. The servants dismissed (* remembered something * huh, the dear little weasel that keeps the CC going ... those were the days, what Tess? * Tess falls over and stays on the floor * Uh, Tess? * smile *) through the long corridors, a veil of delicious food hung in the air. A wonderful picture ... if only it weren't for the clocks. Each ungraciously indicated the same time: 4.30.
A large water tub was set up in all the hustle and bustle. Next to it stood a priest, the queen, the king and of course the nurse with the child in her arms.A good five minutes later a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the palace, and work came to a standstill for a moment. At the water tub, the priest was still holding the baptism certificate in his hand with a completely disturbed expression, while the boy, who had just been baptized in the name of Vegeta, struggled screaming and screaming out of the icy water. ´Really an energetic child ... Until now nobody has bitten me at the baptism ... `
From that day on, the youngest member of the royal house of Revokrad was called Vegeta, named after his mother's staple food during pregnancy.
************************************************** ********************
Vegeta grew up as the years passed and there was nothing that could change or break the peculiar character of the boy. He took a tremendous pleasure in doing crazy experiments and then writing the results down in a secret language.One day he wanted to explore the resilience of a Dark Angel. He had previously learned that his people should have got their name from a legendary warrior of his tribe. A good 1000 years ago, a Dark Angel appeared who had a special gift for fighting. Dark Angels have always been a strong people, they understand almost all fighting techniques. But this fighter was different, whenever he had to fight and show his true strength, two black angel wings should have appeared. The name Dark Angels has always preceded the people. So Vegeta wanted to find out how long such a Dark Angel needed to fight his way out of a locked cave he was guarding. Vegeta-Sama had chosen his father's court marshal as the victim - Conclusion: The poor court marshal died of thirst without ever having seen the light of day again and Siadra was allowed to look for a new employee, who did not get in touch for a year because the death of the old marshal caused a stir and nobody, REALLY nobody, wished such a fate.(What a tapeworm phrase!> -
************************************************** ********************
The storm raged like a monster around the old palace, blue lightning (no, NOT Kuno!) Flashed across the sky, the black clouds raced along, the sea raged in the surf. An ignorant seagull fought the storm over the waves, stupid animal. Suddenly she was seized by a gust of wind and the storm carried her away. The silver seagull crashed miserably against the thick wall of the palace. There was an oppressive silence in the building itself. The little Torai scurried through the corridors in a good mood, squeaked once here, then there and chosen by his mother as guardian, and Vegeta marched after him morosely. Beware of little brothers - disgusting! Queen Niriria, for her part, sat on her husband's throne, holding her finished embroidery and smiling, watching her children march through the palace. Only King Siadra was missing, the king fought far away from his home planet against the rebellious people of the Njasa - small, agile beings who knew neither pain nor grief.
Suddenly a messenger stormed into the great throne room, it was completely sodden, his clothes were oozing with moisture. His breathing was fast, he must have been running.