Sayian Saga

Night Star

Round and round the duelists whirl

Locked in a jig of time,

Daggers flashing in the silver reflections

Thrown out by the ice on which they spiral.

Lithe and even are the movements of this child.

Where he journeys, none can follow.

Demons of the past crowd around him

Reminding him of the histories

And all his victims.

Mists of time swirl about him as his opponent draws nearer.

Nearer.

Lunging for the final strike.

He swears again,

Muttering the Blood Oath he once gave,

"I shall not die!

I shall Not be defeated!

For the Love of Vegesai, I will survive!"

A knife strikes.

The woman across the circle from him smirks

And swings in for another strike,

A remnant of Valhalla.

"Asago!" He moans as she slashes again through his flesh.

Asago ceases her relentless attack,

Watching him, face as unreadable as ever.

For the first time she speaks.

"I'm sorry, Vegeta, my mate.

You killed our son."

Eyes snapping open,

The prince sits up in bed,

Thousand and more light years separate

That cold battlefield where once he lay.

His wife awakens and tries to comfort him,

But the scar still burns.

On that day, his body survived;

His soul followed Asago into the grave.