Chapter One: The Reason
The cold wind swept over the icy hill. All was silent as the snow softly began falling to the ground sheltering the masses of dead bodies. The feeling of immense hopelessness filled the air.
His armor ripped, his clothes torn, blood silently dripped from his deep wounds. Panting, he watched as his breath quietly condensed with the cold air as it escaped his throat.
“Vegeta-sama, surely you do not wish to pursue this journey further?” asked a voice as cold as the area around him.
Vegeta gripped his shoulder lightly and looked through his blood stained eyes to see the blurred image of his enemy. He panted heavily, his body beaten by the elements and suffering from the previous 2 years of fighting. He stared at the general and his army, doing his best to stand straight in front of them.
The general narrowed his eyes, “How dare you. Look around you Vegeta… those that you have come to save have all been demolished. Give up this futile mission and admit defeat!”
Vegeta turned his head back slowly and looked at the ground behind him. His whole army had finally fallen victim to death. The ground had been stained with their blood and now there was no one left to fight for their cause… no one except himself. Vegeta paused before turning back to look at his enemy. He lowered his head as a weak smile crossed his face.
The general looked at him suspiciously, “What are you smiling at?”
The general was beginning to tire of Vegeta’s cocky attitude towards him. He was in no position to fight anymore and if he did he would still perish and yet he was standing before him and his army and he was smiling.
Vegeta let out a quiet laugh as he raised his head to look at the general, “Someone once said…,”
“Yes?” the general looked at him questioningly.
“…even if you know it’s impossible…there are times when you must do it anyway…” Vegeta responded weakly with a smirk.
The general looked at Vegeta for a few seconds then with a yell the army attacked him once more. Vegeta smiled and then powered up the best to his ability. The sky lightened up with a sharp cut of gold before going dark again… the war had ended.
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