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Fanfic: DARKANGEL oder Die wiedererschaffene Welt
Chapter: DARKANGEL or The Recreated World
Part 1: memories
Hi guys, so this is my first fanfiction so please don't be so strict. But I would be very happy to hear any suggestions for improvement. About the content: This story is about future trunks and the rebuilding of his world. It is set about a year after Trunks returned to his world. There is also a mysterious figure * point to Darkangel * who wants to help Trunks and so annoys everyone. * agree from the background: * BlackAngel !!! uh ... I'd better start ... * pack things up and run away. *
`Thought`
"Said"
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The sun went down and with it all his hope. The wind played softly around the cliffs and the surf pounded against the hard stone with a roar. For a moment the last rays of the sun colored the sea blood red and enveloped the ledge on which he was sitting in a warm, golden light.But then it finally sank below the horizon. He was still sitting motionless, lost in dark thoughts.
The wind blew in his back and a few strands of his purple hair in his face. He didn't even move; for fear the world might do something new to him if it found that he was still alive.
Actually it was funny: up to this day he had been one of the most unhappy people on this planet, but since today he was the most unhappy person in the entire universe. He only knew his father from stories and his best and only friend had died in their fierce battle against the cyborgs. Now the cyborgs were dead but his planet was almost completely destroyed. The only person he still had until today was his mother.
"...Mother." He kept muttering this to himself. The memories of what had just happened were painful.A pretty woman with turquoise hair and eyes even bluer than the ocean appeared in his subconscious. She smiled, smiled at him but suddenly her face grimaced in pain and she turned pale. She had just enough strength to keep her eyes open and softly whisper: "Trunks ... my boy ... I'll be back ... the dark angel ..." Then she lost her strength and she closed her eyes as if she was sleeping. Her features relaxed and she slowly walked over into the shadowy world. "... Vegeta ..." was the last thing that came over her lips before they closed with their last breath and never opened again.
Trunks had held her hand the whole time and now he wanted to press her body to his chest again. While he clung to the lifeless body, it slowly dissolved. His hands reached nothing, there was only air between his arms. He let out a bloodcurdling cry, tears streaming down his cheeks ...
Trunks shook his head. Those memories hurt, damn it hurt. He put his hand to his forehead. It was damp and sticky under his fingers. A long wound gaped across his forehead. As soon as he touched it, Trunks felt a burning pain. But he didn't withdraw his hand. No! The pain was good, it distracted him a little from the agony in his heart.
He hit the floor with the other hand. He was so fucking angry with the whole world. Why him, why did the world have to be so mean to him?
Trunks got up, he had made up his mind. He would end his life here and now. He wanted to go back to his mother and friends. He walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff and stared down into the depths. The taste of salt spread in his mouth. The almost black water hit high waves and slapped against the rocks. There they broke up with a great roar and dissolved into white foam.
Trunks swallowed and closed his eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, always further. He was about to fall and his body would shatter against the rocks sticking out of the water or he would drown and very slowly his lungs would fill with water until he finally suffocated. But nothing happened.
Trunks opened his eyes. Actually it should fall, as oblique as it was standing there, but it didn't. Then he noticed a slight but strong pressure on his shoulders. He looked at his shoulders and, to his amazement, saw two hands on them, wrapped in black gloves. They looked a little fragile but their grip was iron. Trunks gently touched it with his own hands. They gave off an unbelievable warmth but at the same time an icy cold. He admired them for a while, until it occurred to him that those hands had to belong to someone.
He leaned back to stand up straight again.The grip of the hands loosened. Trunks turned slowly and carefully, so as not to startle the person behind him.
What he saw now took his breath away. Opposite him stood a figure, almost completely covered by a black hooded cloak. Short, blue hair and pointed, long ears shimmered from under the hood. There was something magical and mysterious about that sight. He just couldn't stop staring at this alien being. He didn't know how long he stood there but after a while the figure began to laugh softly. It sounded monotonous and cold but rather friendly for Trunks. He was still staring at this being, torn between admiration and admiration.
The figure became serious again:
"Hopefully you've gotten rid of your head to kill yourself, Trunks! I'm here to help you!"
He looked at the strange being in astonishment. It seemed to know him pretty well.Thousands of questions shot through his head: Who was that? Where did he come from? Why did he show up just now? How did he know so much about him? And how was he going to help him? But Trunks couldn't utter a word. The creature had cast a spell over him. He was enchanted by this strange creature. Incredible power seemed to slumber in him and slowly transferred to Trunks.
He stuttered:
"Who ... who are you ... uh are you?" He could literally feel the friendly smile on the creature's face, although the whole face was covered by the hooded cloak. The figure answered in its monotonous voice. "1. Can you say goodbye to me and 2. and as an answer to your question: I am ...
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So * back there * that was the first part.
Clerks would be really great and death threats please to: grufty@Vr-Web.de
Until the next part
BlackAngel
Hi guys, so this is my first fanfiction so please don't be so strict. But I would be very happy to hear any suggestions for improvement. About the content: This story is about future trunks and the rebuilding of his world. It is set about a year after Trunks returned to his world. There is also a mysterious figure * point to Darkangel * who wants to help Trunks and so annoys everyone. * agree from the background: * BlackAngel !!! uh ... I'd better start ... * pack things up and run away. *
`Thought`
"Said"
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The sun went down and with it all his hope. The wind played softly around the cliffs and the surf pounded against the hard stone with a roar. For a moment the last rays of the sun colored the sea blood red and enveloped the ledge on which he was sitting in a warm, golden light.But then it finally sank below the horizon. He was still sitting motionless, lost in dark thoughts.
The wind blew in his back and a few strands of his purple hair in his face. He didn't even move; for fear the world might do something new to him if it found that he was still alive.
Actually it was funny: up to this day he had been one of the most unhappy people on this planet, but since today he was the most unhappy person in the entire universe. He only knew his father from stories and his best and only friend had died in their fierce battle against the cyborgs. Now the cyborgs were dead but his planet was almost completely destroyed. The only person he still had until today was his mother.
"...Mother." He kept muttering this to himself. The memories of what had just happened were painful.A pretty woman with turquoise hair and eyes even bluer than the ocean appeared in his subconscious. She smiled, smiled at him but suddenly her face grimaced in pain and she turned pale. She had just enough strength to keep her eyes open and softly whisper: "Trunks ... my boy ... I'll be back ... the dark angel ..." Then she lost her strength and she closed her eyes as if she was sleeping. Her features relaxed and she slowly walked over into the shadowy world. "... Vegeta ..." was the last thing that came over her lips before they closed with their last breath and never opened again.
Trunks had held her hand the whole time and now he wanted to press her body to his chest again. While he clung to the lifeless body, it slowly dissolved. His hands reached nothing, there was only air between his arms. He let out a bloodcurdling cry, tears streaming down his cheeks ...
Trunks shook his head. Those memories hurt, damn it hurt. He put his hand to his forehead. It was damp and sticky under his fingers. A long wound gaped across his forehead. As soon as he touched it, Trunks felt a burning pain. But he didn't withdraw his hand. No! The pain was good, it distracted him a little from the agony in his heart.
He hit the floor with the other hand. He was so fucking angry with the whole world. Why him, why did the world have to be so mean to him?
Trunks got up, he had made up his mind. He would end his life here and now. He wanted to go back to his mother and friends. He walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff and stared down into the depths. The taste of salt spread in his mouth. The almost black water hit high waves and slapped against the rocks. There they broke up with a great roar and dissolved into white foam.
Trunks swallowed and closed his eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, always further. He was about to fall and his body would shatter against the rocks sticking out of the water or he would drown and very slowly his lungs would fill with water until he finally suffocated. But nothing happened.
Trunks opened his eyes. Actually it should fall, as oblique as it was standing there, but it didn't. Then he noticed a slight but strong pressure on his shoulders. He looked at his shoulders and, to his amazement, saw two hands on them, wrapped in black gloves. They looked a little fragile but their grip was iron. Trunks gently touched it with his own hands. They gave off an unbelievable warmth but at the same time an icy cold. He admired them for a while, until it occurred to him that those hands had to belong to someone.
He leaned back to stand up straight again.The grip of the hands loosened. Trunks turned slowly and carefully, so as not to startle the person behind him.
What he saw now took his breath away. Opposite him stood a figure, almost completely covered by a black hooded cloak. Short, blue hair and pointed, long ears shimmered from under the hood. There was something magical and mysterious about that sight. He just couldn't stop staring at this alien being. He didn't know how long he stood there but after a while the figure began to laugh softly. It sounded monotonous and cold but rather friendly for Trunks. He was still staring at this being, torn between admiration and admiration.
The figure became serious again:
"Hopefully you've gotten rid of your head to kill yourself, Trunks! I'm here to help you!"
He looked at the strange being in astonishment. It seemed to know him pretty well.Thousands of questions shot through his head: Who was that? Where did he come from? Why did he show up just now? How did he know so much about him? And how was he going to help him? But Trunks couldn't utter a word. The creature had cast a spell over him. He was enchanted by this strange creature. Incredible power seemed to slumber in him and slowly transferred to Trunks.
He stuttered:
"Who ... who are you ... uh are you?" He could literally feel the friendly smile on the creature's face, although the whole face was covered by the hooded cloak. The figure answered in its monotonous voice. "1. Can you say goodbye to me and 2. and as an answer to your question: I am ...
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So * back there * that was the first part.
Clerks would be really great and death threats please to: grufty@Vr-Web.de
Until the next part
BlackAngel