Post by Tomoka on Aug 30, 2017 19:17:38 GMT
It had been an hour since his earlier fit, though he still wasn't feeling much better, and he was still going through a loop in his mind, where in all the various humiliations and failures he had suffered, he would look back, and realize a way that he could've had a victory. In his first, he would actually analyze his opponents in the ring, figure out their weaknesses, and bring them down. While this would be something he never would've realistically done, he still did it, but only in his dreams.
When he was near death on Namek, before flight, he had actually made sure that the ship WOULDN'T explode, and there was nothing that the green man he had first met on the rock he was forced to call home could do about it. He was able to return home to Vegeta, and there, he wouldn't be bound to the Mazoku Dominion, and he would continue to train, grow, and fight, but of course, for a side he would eventually figure out didn't care about him more than they did the dirt he walked on.
When he was impaled through the chest, beforehand, he would desperately dodge the attack, and blast the blue man he despised so very, very much, at point blank range in the back of the head. Of course, this wouldn't do much, but the day wouldn't end with him crawling to the castle doors, entrails being held inside by a single arm as blood sprayed from his chest.
Though, the one that he would hate the most would be the one memory of HER. He would repeat that over and over in his mind, desperately trying to come up with a way where he would come out unharmed, and her made another casualty of war, while her little majin pal was shot into space. And each time he did, with every single scenario for every one of his failures, he only hated himself more. The solutions were blindly obvious, and in each one, he had completely missed it. How? How in Kami's name had he been such a fool? How was he STILL such a fool? What was to say such events happened in hell, and he'd further be dragged through the mud?
All of these thoughts slowly overwhelmed him. Cramming themselves further and further into his head. "You've been on COUNTLESS missions, COUNTLESS operations. How long has it been? How long has it been since you could say you WON? How long has it been since you could say you were WORTH a damn?" he heard, the voice penetrating deeper and deeper, causing his hands to clench as he sat on the ground. "It was so simple. You could've done the easiest tasks to make sure you didn't fuck everything up. But you didn't, and now you desperately wish you did." it hissed in his mind, goading him, causing his palms to bleed once more. "You're a failure. A coward. You were so confident, yet when you made your first step into the unknown, you were squashed like the worm you are."
It was one word that sent him over the edge. One word that had been thrown at him so many times, that if another sole ever spoke it, he'd spend the rest of his days trying to kill them. "Shut UP!" He screamed, bringing his own fist to his temple, before getting up, smashing his head against a stone over and over. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" He kept shouting, before forming a tiny little finger gun in his hand. "Shut up and DIE!" he screamed, and with a bang, chunks of matter were spewed across the ground, the neon liquid he was now composed of slowly pooling away from his body.
His jaw twitched, his arms outstretching. It was gone. He couldn't hear it anymore. "You aren't a coward... here, you will succeed where you failed. You're going to become stronger. MUCH stronger. And when you figure out how to get out of here... they'll pay. All of them." he told himself. And on an opposite hemisphere, another set of words was spoken. "We're doomed."
One ends.
Two begin.
When he was near death on Namek, before flight, he had actually made sure that the ship WOULDN'T explode, and there was nothing that the green man he had first met on the rock he was forced to call home could do about it. He was able to return home to Vegeta, and there, he wouldn't be bound to the Mazoku Dominion, and he would continue to train, grow, and fight, but of course, for a side he would eventually figure out didn't care about him more than they did the dirt he walked on.
When he was impaled through the chest, beforehand, he would desperately dodge the attack, and blast the blue man he despised so very, very much, at point blank range in the back of the head. Of course, this wouldn't do much, but the day wouldn't end with him crawling to the castle doors, entrails being held inside by a single arm as blood sprayed from his chest.
Though, the one that he would hate the most would be the one memory of HER. He would repeat that over and over in his mind, desperately trying to come up with a way where he would come out unharmed, and her made another casualty of war, while her little majin pal was shot into space. And each time he did, with every single scenario for every one of his failures, he only hated himself more. The solutions were blindly obvious, and in each one, he had completely missed it. How? How in Kami's name had he been such a fool? How was he STILL such a fool? What was to say such events happened in hell, and he'd further be dragged through the mud?
All of these thoughts slowly overwhelmed him. Cramming themselves further and further into his head. "You've been on COUNTLESS missions, COUNTLESS operations. How long has it been? How long has it been since you could say you WON? How long has it been since you could say you were WORTH a damn?" he heard, the voice penetrating deeper and deeper, causing his hands to clench as he sat on the ground. "It was so simple. You could've done the easiest tasks to make sure you didn't fuck everything up. But you didn't, and now you desperately wish you did." it hissed in his mind, goading him, causing his palms to bleed once more. "You're a failure. A coward. You were so confident, yet when you made your first step into the unknown, you were squashed like the worm you are."
It was one word that sent him over the edge. One word that had been thrown at him so many times, that if another sole ever spoke it, he'd spend the rest of his days trying to kill them. "Shut UP!" He screamed, bringing his own fist to his temple, before getting up, smashing his head against a stone over and over. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" He kept shouting, before forming a tiny little finger gun in his hand. "Shut up and DIE!" he screamed, and with a bang, chunks of matter were spewed across the ground, the neon liquid he was now composed of slowly pooling away from his body.
His jaw twitched, his arms outstretching. It was gone. He couldn't hear it anymore. "You aren't a coward... here, you will succeed where you failed. You're going to become stronger. MUCH stronger. And when you figure out how to get out of here... they'll pay. All of them." he told himself. And on an opposite hemisphere, another set of words was spoken. "We're doomed."
One ends.
Two begin.
Well. That was dramatic. Taking s'more PL, even though it doesn't make to much sense for this kinda thread