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Fanfic: Saiyajin-Story
Chapter: Who are you
nice, no clerks, no one seems to be interested in xD well vll there are a couple of black readers, then they at least have something to read ... xD now I have the story now, I just post it further löl
9. Who you are
Vegeta-sei, 6/14/928
“Come on, hurry up!” The black-haired man hurriedly walked between the numerous spaceships across the dock. "But Dad…! Dad, where are we going? What's this?" The girl looked inquiringly at her father as she tried to keep up with him. “Don't ask any questions now, just do what I tell you.” Was the short answer of the older man. In the meantime he seemed to have reached his goal, because he stopped in front of a small spaceship. "I want you to go on a mission, right now. It is very important, please set off on the spot. The destination coordinates are indicated in the on-board computer, the spaceship knows where it has to go." He explained and saw them young woman in front of him insistently. "Why?Why am I only told that now? Dad, that's bullshit, why should I ... "she protested." Don't contradict me! "He interrupted her." Please, Lara. Just do what i tell you. You have no idea what is happening on this planet. Vegeta-sei may be in more trouble than you can imagine. It is important that you go on this mission now, believe me. Don't ask questions, just do it. "The black-haired man explained firmly and pushed her vigorously through the door of the space cruiser." Nobody, Lara, really nobody can tell you what will come and what the future will bring, but no matter what happens, I want you to know that I'm very, very proud of you "At these words the father sought his daughter's gaze. The defiant expression on Lara's face gave way more and more to an extremely confused one. She did not understand why her father wanted her to go on some mission now. And what she understood even less was the things he said to her."I ... -Alright. I accept the mission," she stammered, still a little confused. "You are doing the right thing, Lara. You will understand, at some point. But no matter what happens, I know that you will find your way, my little one. You just must never forget who you are." >> who you are ... >> who you are ...
Earth, 08/28/929
The last words were still echoing in her head as Terry woke up, breathing heavily. She couldn't tell how many times she had had this dream. It was the same dream that kept coming back over and over again. Not regularly, and not every night, but still quite often. And every time she woke up in exactly the same place. Afterwards she remembered her dream exactly, she remembered the man and the girl and something told her that she was that girl. She also remembered what the man had called the young woman - he had called her by name, but as much as Terry pondered and thought, she just couldn't remember that name.No matter how often she dreamed the dream, and no matter how well she remembered everything from it - any names that were mentioned never penetrated into her consciousness.
Terry sighed, threw back the covers, and stood up. A glance at the alarm clock told her that it was two thirty in the morning. She quietly went into the adjoining bathroom to take a few sips of tap water. Then she sat up in front of the sink and looked in the mirror that hung above it. She looked thoughtfully at her reflection.
"Who are you?" was the silent question she'd asked herself over and over for months when she saw herself in the mirror. Although she had lived on earth for a long time and really felt at home here, she was still preoccupied with the question of who she actually was and where she came from. Then there were the dreams she had. Besides the scene she had just dreamed again, there were a few others that she had dreamed several times.They were just scraps of dreams, little bits and pieces that had been broken out of a mosaic and which you couldn't do anything with individually unless you owned the remaining pieces. Terry had no idea why she was dreaming these things, but she instinctively felt that it must have something to do with her past.
Her dreams seemed very real to her in a bizarre way, and that led her to suspect that she might actually have experienced the scenes she was dreaming before. But no matter how often she dreamed and how detailed, - she could not remember essential things such as names or faces. Her nocturnal "experiences" always seemed very real to her, but they never gave her more memories. The next morning she couldn't place the scene, she couldn't think of anything else to do, no matter how hard she tried. All she seemed to have of her past were bits of memory in the form of dreams and the mysterious blue amulet that she wore around her neck.Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a baby's just beginning screaming. A small smile crossed Terry's features. She quickly washed her hands and then made her way to her little son, who was lying in the next room. She took him out of his bed, sat down with him in the large, comfortable armchair and laid him on his chest.
Josh was already six months old and a sturdy little guy. He had an enormous appetite - just like Mama - and developed quickly. Why the little one was quite a bit further than normal children for his age (he could even walk), still no doctor could explain. And when asked why Terry's pregnancy had only lasted seven months instead of nine - as was usual, there was no answer either. However, the most puzzling thing for the doctors was when they found out at birth that Teresa's young son had a furry monkey tail.Terry and her son were a mystery to all medical professionals. But the fact was that the little one did not seem like an ordinary child - just as his mother was not an ordinary woman.
You could tell that Teresa was his mother, because she had bequeathed her deep ocean blue eyes to him. But his facial features as a whole weren't that of his mother. They must have been bequeathed to him from his father and it was not uncommon for Terry to find herself sitting next to the cot looking carefully at her sleeping son and rummaging through her memories to see if there wasn't anyone there who looked like her son. When she looked at her son so intensely, she then closed her eyes and tried to imagine what his father might have looked like. But none of that did anything. She just couldn't remember him or anyone else. It was like a black veil that seemed to cover her entire past.An opaque black curtain that hid everything that had happened before it came to earth.
After a while the little one reported with a satisfied smack that he was now full. Terry smiled and nudged her son's little nose. Josh chuckled happily and grabbed one of the long strands of hair that fell over his mother's shoulders. "Hey" laughed Terry and tossed his hair back vigorously. "If you keep doing this, I'll cut my hair very short so that you can't pull on it!" she threatened playfully. The little one looked thoughtfully at his mom's face before he began to chuckle happily again and grab her with his little hands. Teresa smiled and cradled him in her arms for a few minutes until he calmed down and fell asleep. Then she put him back in his bed, covered him carefully and also went to sleep again.
Meanwhile, in another galaxy, many billions of light years from Earth, lived some powerful warriors under the reign of terror of Freezer.Many planets had already fallen victim to his tyranny and only the best men had survived the fall of their planets, solely for the purpose of serving Freezer and conquering other planets for him. It was not a life worth living that they led, many of them perished because they resisted and some others even took their own lives out of desperation. They lived in a world where only the strongest came through. And one of them was a young Saiyan warrior. Little did he know that he had become a father by now, that his girlfriend had borne him a son billions and billions of kilometers away. How could he have found out? Humiliated and oppressed by Freezer, he led a hard and meager life and it was only his will that prevented him from giving up. But it wasn't the physical pain that made his life hell every day. It was the emotional pain and he was helpless at the mercy of it.This helplessness made him angry and filled him with hatred, hatred for his tormentors and finally hatred for everything and everyone around him. And he began to forget what once was. He began to repress all memories he had ever possessed, began to repress his past. He wanted to live in the harsh reality and banished all thoughts of earlier times from his head. Everything that had been before, everything that had seemed important to him, was now infinitely distant, until it seemed to him that everything had never really happened. Maybe a crazy dream, the vision of a world long gone, nothing more. He wanted to live in the now with one goal in mind: to become stronger. To become stronger than all of them, and then, sometime, when he was strong enough to take revenge. 'Vengeance' was the only thought on his mind, and the only end worth living and fighting for. Oh yes, he would take revenge on them.For everything.
9. Who you are
Vegeta-sei, 6/14/928
“Come on, hurry up!” The black-haired man hurriedly walked between the numerous spaceships across the dock. "But Dad…! Dad, where are we going? What's this?" The girl looked inquiringly at her father as she tried to keep up with him. “Don't ask any questions now, just do what I tell you.” Was the short answer of the older man. In the meantime he seemed to have reached his goal, because he stopped in front of a small spaceship. "I want you to go on a mission, right now. It is very important, please set off on the spot. The destination coordinates are indicated in the on-board computer, the spaceship knows where it has to go." He explained and saw them young woman in front of him insistently. "Why?Why am I only told that now? Dad, that's bullshit, why should I ... "she protested." Don't contradict me! "He interrupted her." Please, Lara. Just do what i tell you. You have no idea what is happening on this planet. Vegeta-sei may be in more trouble than you can imagine. It is important that you go on this mission now, believe me. Don't ask questions, just do it. "The black-haired man explained firmly and pushed her vigorously through the door of the space cruiser." Nobody, Lara, really nobody can tell you what will come and what the future will bring, but no matter what happens, I want you to know that I'm very, very proud of you "At these words the father sought his daughter's gaze. The defiant expression on Lara's face gave way more and more to an extremely confused one. She did not understand why her father wanted her to go on some mission now. And what she understood even less was the things he said to her."I ... -Alright. I accept the mission," she stammered, still a little confused. "You are doing the right thing, Lara. You will understand, at some point. But no matter what happens, I know that you will find your way, my little one. You just must never forget who you are." >> who you are ... >> who you are ...
Earth, 08/28/929
The last words were still echoing in her head as Terry woke up, breathing heavily. She couldn't tell how many times she had had this dream. It was the same dream that kept coming back over and over again. Not regularly, and not every night, but still quite often. And every time she woke up in exactly the same place. Afterwards she remembered her dream exactly, she remembered the man and the girl and something told her that she was that girl. She also remembered what the man had called the young woman - he had called her by name, but as much as Terry pondered and thought, she just couldn't remember that name.No matter how often she dreamed the dream, and no matter how well she remembered everything from it - any names that were mentioned never penetrated into her consciousness.
Terry sighed, threw back the covers, and stood up. A glance at the alarm clock told her that it was two thirty in the morning. She quietly went into the adjoining bathroom to take a few sips of tap water. Then she sat up in front of the sink and looked in the mirror that hung above it. She looked thoughtfully at her reflection.
"Who are you?" was the silent question she'd asked herself over and over for months when she saw herself in the mirror. Although she had lived on earth for a long time and really felt at home here, she was still preoccupied with the question of who she actually was and where she came from. Then there were the dreams she had. Besides the scene she had just dreamed again, there were a few others that she had dreamed several times.They were just scraps of dreams, little bits and pieces that had been broken out of a mosaic and which you couldn't do anything with individually unless you owned the remaining pieces. Terry had no idea why she was dreaming these things, but she instinctively felt that it must have something to do with her past.
Her dreams seemed very real to her in a bizarre way, and that led her to suspect that she might actually have experienced the scenes she was dreaming before. But no matter how often she dreamed and how detailed, - she could not remember essential things such as names or faces. Her nocturnal "experiences" always seemed very real to her, but they never gave her more memories. The next morning she couldn't place the scene, she couldn't think of anything else to do, no matter how hard she tried. All she seemed to have of her past were bits of memory in the form of dreams and the mysterious blue amulet that she wore around her neck.Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a baby's just beginning screaming. A small smile crossed Terry's features. She quickly washed her hands and then made her way to her little son, who was lying in the next room. She took him out of his bed, sat down with him in the large, comfortable armchair and laid him on his chest.
Josh was already six months old and a sturdy little guy. He had an enormous appetite - just like Mama - and developed quickly. Why the little one was quite a bit further than normal children for his age (he could even walk), still no doctor could explain. And when asked why Terry's pregnancy had only lasted seven months instead of nine - as was usual, there was no answer either. However, the most puzzling thing for the doctors was when they found out at birth that Teresa's young son had a furry monkey tail.Terry and her son were a mystery to all medical professionals. But the fact was that the little one did not seem like an ordinary child - just as his mother was not an ordinary woman.
You could tell that Teresa was his mother, because she had bequeathed her deep ocean blue eyes to him. But his facial features as a whole weren't that of his mother. They must have been bequeathed to him from his father and it was not uncommon for Terry to find herself sitting next to the cot looking carefully at her sleeping son and rummaging through her memories to see if there wasn't anyone there who looked like her son. When she looked at her son so intensely, she then closed her eyes and tried to imagine what his father might have looked like. But none of that did anything. She just couldn't remember him or anyone else. It was like a black veil that seemed to cover her entire past.An opaque black curtain that hid everything that had happened before it came to earth.
After a while the little one reported with a satisfied smack that he was now full. Terry smiled and nudged her son's little nose. Josh chuckled happily and grabbed one of the long strands of hair that fell over his mother's shoulders. "Hey" laughed Terry and tossed his hair back vigorously. "If you keep doing this, I'll cut my hair very short so that you can't pull on it!" she threatened playfully. The little one looked thoughtfully at his mom's face before he began to chuckle happily again and grab her with his little hands. Teresa smiled and cradled him in her arms for a few minutes until he calmed down and fell asleep. Then she put him back in his bed, covered him carefully and also went to sleep again.
Meanwhile, in another galaxy, many billions of light years from Earth, lived some powerful warriors under the reign of terror of Freezer.Many planets had already fallen victim to his tyranny and only the best men had survived the fall of their planets, solely for the purpose of serving Freezer and conquering other planets for him. It was not a life worth living that they led, many of them perished because they resisted and some others even took their own lives out of desperation. They lived in a world where only the strongest came through. And one of them was a young Saiyan warrior. Little did he know that he had become a father by now, that his girlfriend had borne him a son billions and billions of kilometers away. How could he have found out? Humiliated and oppressed by Freezer, he led a hard and meager life and it was only his will that prevented him from giving up. But it wasn't the physical pain that made his life hell every day. It was the emotional pain and he was helpless at the mercy of it.This helplessness made him angry and filled him with hatred, hatred for his tormentors and finally hatred for everything and everyone around him. And he began to forget what once was. He began to repress all memories he had ever possessed, began to repress his past. He wanted to live in the harsh reality and banished all thoughts of earlier times from his head. Everything that had been before, everything that had seemed important to him, was now infinitely distant, until it seemed to him that everything had never really happened. Maybe a crazy dream, the vision of a world long gone, nothing more. He wanted to live in the now with one goal in mind: to become stronger. To become stronger than all of them, and then, sometime, when he was strong enough to take revenge. 'Vengeance' was the only thought on his mind, and the only end worth living and fighting for. Oh yes, he would take revenge on them.For everything.