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Post by Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo on Sept 10, 2013 0:03:07 GMT -5
In one hand she carried a cardboard box. With the other, she pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes pressed together. She was standing still, inhaling slowly. Carefully, she set down the box, and turned the opposite direction. One hand pulling her hair back, she bent over, breathing in...and vomiting all over the ground in the junk yard.
A few minutes, and she was finished. Wiping her mouth with her arm, she took another deep breath, and picked the box back up. Turning her head up towards the moon, she squinted her eyes, taking in the placement. "I need to get home..."
Flying would be too jostling, and walking would take so long...with a sigh, Serori shuffled forwards, grumbling under her breath. Several times she had to stop in order to throw up.
When she finally made it home, she put the box down, careful not to slam it against the ground, before dropping her clothes into the pile from earlier. This time, instead of heading straight towards the bed, she went to the shower to clean off. Tomorrow, she had work to do, and she needed to sleep tonight.
Toweling off, she slipped lightly into a copper colored bath robe. It wasn't her usual style, but with the events that had taken place lately, she didn't have time to shop for specifics. Tying a knot around her waist, her eyelids felt heavy. She sat on the edge of her bed, eyes closed, breathing quietly. Just a little more relaxing...
Another sigh. Serori laid back in her bed, pushing herself up to the pillow. Her arms lay beside her, palms flat against the mattress. Feet sat in a "V", chest moving rhythmically. Slowly, she descended into a deep, dark sleep.
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Her dreams were scattered and vague, shadows of past memories, spliced together with new ones. Here was a silver haired Saiyan, fighting a pink gum monster. Suddenly he had striking yellow hair, and an evil grin, as he chased Serori around her Earth home. Legs and arms seizing, she tried to yell, but no sound came out.
Next, a night with Touketsuki, their first night. The bed squeaked, and sheets moved erratically. Suddenly, the floor fell away, and she was falling, falling into a pit of darkness, the only light from above, caused by a seething purple mass, tendrils of ki splashing off the edges. When she hit the ground, she did not jerk awake. Instead, she lay there, unable to move her lead arms and legs, as a pressure built up on top of her chest. The air was forced out of her, she was drowning, unable to breath.
The pressure was released, as she faced King Boliko. Serori watched, as if a third person, herself and the True King. Neither blinked, as Serori's out-of-body experience walked slowly around. It was a standoff, each waiting for the other to move. There was no breeze, no air movement at all. There didn't even seem to be a temperature. In fact, Serori couldn't feel anything at all.
The Saiyaness that was herself, the one she was watching, was the first to move, utilising a favored technique, one that she could no longer do. Creating an after-image, which charged up a ki blast, Serori teleported behind her opponent, ki blades extended, arm pulled back. Her bladed fist flew towards the base of his neck, the exploding wall of ki leaving the fake Serori's hands. Boliko did not move, aside from slowly, almost lazily lifting his arm. The blast split into two, both forming perfect ninety degree angles to the left and the right, stopping less than an inch in front of the hand. The ki blade shattered, the same distance from his neck. Serori was again paralyzed, neither body nor sight able to move, as the king lowered his hand. A soft smile played across his lips, as he turned, facing the woman. His eyes looked her up and down. In the same manner as before, he lifted his hand. A large spike extended from it, touching her naval. Serori could feel it. The smile would turn into a grin, eyebrows furrowing, as the spike, having faded to a black so deep and dark, it was almost anti-light, stabbed through her stomach. The pain shot up through her body, as over and over, the cause retracted and shot forward.
This went on for an unknown amount of time, before Serori collapsed. She was breathing heavily now, able to move, but wanting nothing more than to hold on to her abdomen, fingers pressing through where the holes were. Her vision did not fade, and she did not feel the need to close her eyes. All she could feel was the pain, the ache, the soreness, the empty feeling, before the scene changed once more. This time, she was alone in a stark white room.
"H-hello?" Her whispered words seemed to ring out, echoing in the quiet. Suddenly a deep sense of loneliness, of depression, every negative feeling she'd felt since her husband had died, it all rushed into her mind. Her manic eyes frantically searched for an exit, a sign, anything but this emptiness. There weren't even walls, the white seemed to go on. It was infinite, eternal. She again buckled down, pushed to her knees by the weight of her own emotions.
"Oh Gods, I'm all alone...I'm all alone." She said, flatly, eyes not even looking anymore, just open and staring blankly. "All alone..." Again, an indeterminable amount of time passed, before she heard a whisper, light as a breeze.
"You aren't alone."
Her head shot in the direction that it had come from. She knew whose voice that was. Far off in the distance, she could see the silhouette of her beloved. Serori stood up, brushing herself off. 'Slow and easy steps, Serori,' she told herself in her head. Pushing the left leg forward, followed by the right. Left, right, her eyes not leaving the Icer in the distance. Without thinking, she broke into a run. Legs pumping, adrenaline rushing through her system, she ran and ran, vision never breaking, not even blinking. But no matter how far she felt like she got, she was never close enough. Touketsuki Yakedo seemed to stay in the same place, the same distance, on what could only be called the horizon.
Out of breath, the Saiyan stopped, panting.
"Why can't I reach you?!" She whined. Tears began welling in the corner of her eyes, she stamped her foot.
"Stay strong Serori. My time has ended, but you...you have infinite potential."
"What if I don't want potential?? What if I just want you?"
"I'm sorry, Serori."
The image in the distance wavered, before dissipating into a fine mist. With a primal shout, Serori began running again, ignoring the pain in her legs and chest. There was something where her husband had been standing.
When she got closer, she saw that it was a pedestal, a cardboard box on top of it. She slowed down, to a walking pace, stepping up to the pedestal. It was the same box she had retrieved from the spacepod she had claimed in the junkyard. "This isn't...this isn't what I want." Her voice was flat, emotionless, stating a fact. "I want my Suki."
Again, Suki's voice came to her, but she did not turn.
"Use this, Serori. It is a gift from your people, an armor made for you. With this, you can bring back our lost kingdom, and show everyone once again how kind you truly are."
"Kind..." Serori's voice trailed into silence. Her sight had never left the contents of the box. She reached in to caress the metal. When her fingers touched it, there was a hiss, and a stinging burn. Wrenching back her hand, she looked at the fingertips. They were already turning red.
"Ow." Again, a statement. No exclamation, and void of emotion. The Saiyan had expected to hear from her husband again, explaining this, but instead there was silence. She glanced around, hoping to see him on the horizon again, but she saw nothing. Turning back to the box, she looked in. The armor seemed to be humming, an electronic sound, drawing her attention. Reaching in again, when she touched it, lightly, this time it did not burn. Serori began pulling it out, piece by piece, taking in the armor. She'd had it custom made, for her battle on Kold. But, it had not been finished in time.
It was beautiful. Made to fit her, but also to look like an Icer in its known final form. Silvery white, and royal purple matched and melded seamlessly within the pieces. The armor was padded inside, and contained several layers of metal. It was a lighter weight than it looked, the armor being made from a special alloy. Strong, but light. She set aside each part, carefully, beside the pedastle. What she was looking for was underneath. The cape following last, flowing like water, waving even in here, with no breeze. Underneath, the item she was looking for.
Serori pulled out a small, silver-colored ring. It was made up of three strands of metal, twisting together, beautifully, forming into a lavender, like the broach that held her torn cape at the corners.It, too, was special...it was made from a rare metal, found in the outer-reaches of space. The metal comes from an asteroid belt, where it is made by several different substances, including stardust, being compressed and frozen, for such an extensive period of time. This ring, her wedding ring, was the most important object she possessed. And as she watched, it crumbled to ashes. The scene fades, blackness surrounding her. At the end of what appears to be a tunnel, a light shines. Stepping into the light, the Saiyaness finds herself bare, as if just out of the shower. Her clothes are lying on a heap of white. Reaching down, she touched the fluff, and it melted. Snow.
Serori slid into her silks, covering her bare skin. Water weighed down her hair, scents wafted off of her body. She was standing in the middle of a snow-covered forest, still daylight. The greens of the shadows cast by the sun played off her skin, weaving with the wind. She cupped her hands together, bringing them up to the lilac hanging from a chain on her chest. A purple light radiated from around her, her aura, light, floating. She took a tentative step forward, her foot sinking softly into the fluffy snow, white falling around her. Images played around her, memories of her past.
Nam dashed at Suki, executing a ki enfused kick. Serori charged up a ki blast, demolishing the standing body of Jorlaxl. Oozaru feet slammed into the streets of Vegeta, smashing hapless innocents. Caius and Jorlaxl, knocking her around. Death ball smashing through her parents' house, leaving a crater. Faking her foster parents' suicide. The beam that had left her palm, and pierced through Suki's chest. Suki's arms were around her, holding her close to him, not letting go, promising forever, she could feel his heartbeat...
His body pierced like thorns, Serori lay her head on his shoulder, tears falling onto his chest. The land around them had cleared, destroyed. "The bloodshed from this war is pointless." Fluids oozed from his wounds. "Everyone thinks themselves forsaken." Her voice trembled, raw from crying. "Your own faithful men call out your name, forgotten on the battlefield."
"This war will tear us apart." The Saiyan woman shouted. "You will perish, covered in crimson, the blood of your enemies. You will die in my arms."
"Then I will die in your embrace." Suki's smile slowly fell, body going limp, falling to the ground, forcing them apart. A figure appeared behind him, finger pointed smoking and they both faded away, gone forever, raised to the sky.
"Were you really there..."
The sky shattered, revealing darkness, bits of glass falling against Serori's upraised face. Cutting, bleeding, she fell to her knees, suddenly aged, old and weak. She looked at her hands, wrinkled, veins showing. She knew that when the time came, she would not be able to offer herself instead of Suki. He would have to die, leaving her alone. And she would have to bring justice to those who did her wrong.
Suddenly she was inside the Kold Palace. Greystone walls, cold and silent. In the throne room sat a young child, face blank and confused, staring at her. He resembled Serori, vaguely. His lips moved, but no sound came out, and Serori realised that she had become deaf. The ghost of Suki stood behind him, motioning to her.
"You were never really there!" She screamed.
The ground fell out from under her, and she fell, endlessly, darkness surrounding her. Her mind filled with anger, sadness, and confusion, and her purple aura turned yellow, flaring around her. She could see the prick of light from where she fell, and flew towards it, roaring with rage. Breaking through, earth erupted around her, filling the sky with dust, and the air with a shout.
The man whom had killed Suki was there. She could not make out any distinguishable features, other than his monkey tail.
"Why have you forsaken me..." She whispered. Anger suddenly abundant, the smooth yellow aura flared larger, now having jagged edges. The lands of Vegeta made themselves apparent, Saiyans fighting Icers. Serori and the man dashed at each other, both fully charged up.
"Together, we go down with our people!" Serori gave a guttural roar, and the two clashed with a blinding light, a large explosion. The resulting shock wave killed the remaining armies, and together the force carried them up, through the atmosphere, into the vacuum of space. Punches and kicks were made, blocked, dodged, taken. Ki blasts flew into the distance, nothing to stop them. Their powers were even, neither was gaining any ground. The epic battle of the galaxy raged for days, neither tiring, both fueled by anger. An anger that could never diminish, and so neither did their endurance.
And suddenly they stopped.
Both Saiyans stared at each other, breathing heavily, waiting for the other to move. The first to move would be at the a great disadvantage, so both were determined to wait it out.
'Why am I doing this...' Serori suddenly thought to herself, taken aback. 'What is the point of this fighting?' Equally suddenly, the other Saiyan spoke up.
"Were you there?" The Saiyan asked. Serori looked back at him, blankly.
"No..." She muttered. The Saiyan sneered at her.
"No, I wasn't." She felt broken, despondent. "No...but neither were you!"
With a sudden ferocity that came out of nowhere, she caught the Saiyan, surprising both him, and herself. She dived, downward toward Vegeta. Breaking through the atmosphere, constantly gaining speed. The Saiyan tried to break free, but it made Serori hold even harder. His struggles made their path jagged.
The combined power of both of them was enough to cause earthquakes and storms of unimaginable strengths. Ripping the earth below them in two, they fought, grappled together, forcing their way through the crust. Serori continued to push, feeling the forces around them pushing in, against them, pressure raising. The temperature fell rapidly, and just as quick began to rise again. Their trajectory would bring them to the center of the planet, the core. As the Saiyan began to realise this, he began panicking. Serori's face was one of determination. Further and further down, she pushed harder the closer they got.
'This is for you, my love.'
They ripped through the last layer of earth, and slammed into the core of Vegeta. Along with the planet, they were instantly vaporized, taking with them every living creature within a large distance from the planet.
'For you, Suki.'
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The following morning her alarm blared at six in the morning. With a grunt, Serori swung an arm, crashing into the clock. It fell of the bed stand, and the woman let out a low growl.
She had awoken facedown, hair strewn, sheets half off the bed. The arm that hadn't been used to strike the clock was underneath the pillow; she could feel it pressed against her face. Bringing her other arm back to her body, Serori pushed her body up. Eyes were baggy, matching her red nose. Her lips were pursed, pale, and her saliva was sour.
The bells were still ringing. Serori swung her legs over the edge of her bed, bathrobe having come undone during the tossing of the night. Using her feet, she maneuvered the clock between her ankles, pressing down on the stopper. Blissful silence rang out, crashing against her ears. In this part of the city, there were no birds chirping, and it was early enough to have no street talk. The silence was a beautiful sound that echoed through her house. She remembered very little from the night, Suki however a prevolent thought. Bits of shattered pieces floated through her brain, as she fought to hold on to her dreams, but as easily as a butterfly flaps its wings, they flitted away.
One memory she did remember. The scene of the cardboard box. She couldn't remember what happened before, or after her ring dissolved into dust. But it was enough to grant her curiousity. Stepping lightly on the ground, she padded over to the box, opening the flaps. Inside was just like the dream. Hesitantly she reached out a hand to the armor, but the shock she had felt before kept her from touching it. Serori's hands stayed an inch away, shaking only slightly. Withdrawing them, she decided that now was not the time. Not yet.
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