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Lentil kept his green eyes locked on his prince as the crowd around him erupted with cries of outrage and vengeance. He had been stripped of all his clothing and shackles adorned his wrists and neck. Merely for show, Lentil had been put inside of a large cage. Were it not for the numbers that circled the cage closely, the young saiyan could have escaped his bondage with minimal difficulty. His long fire-red hair spilled down his back and over his shoulders. The prisoner had already undergone several forms of torture and that was apparent on his abused body.

Prouts stood still in the crowd, one of the few who weren’t adding to the ruckus. He was beside the empress, where she had ordered him to stand. His stone face was unreadable and no emotion betrayed itself in his eyes. He kept his teeth clenched tightly together to fight back the feeling of nausea that was threatening to overtake him. It was one of the laws proclaimed by the demonic ruler: the entire saiyan colony was required to attend public executions, and anyone who tried to interfere with the execution would also be killed. Every fiber in Prouts’ being screamed at him to do something, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His best, most loyal friend was to be killed.

The prince scanned the crowd, hoping and dreading to spot the face of Lentil’s pregnant wife, Aubergine, amid the collection of what remained of his starving people. She was there somewhere, but (with a small, guilty degree of relief) he didn’t see her. Perhaps his twin had managed to find her and was with her for support.

“SILENCE! HER EMPRESS, LADY SHEGAU IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!” A number with pumpkin-orange hair bellowed.

The saiyans became quiet more out of fear then respect. Lentil continued to watch Prouts as her majesty stood up and sent a cold smile his way. Dust swirled around her feet, and her long elegant cape draped behind her onto the ground.

“I would like you all to gaze at this creature here before you. I call him a creature for he is not one of us.” She began, addressing the crowd in a commanding tone. “This traitor was caught in the act of an unpardonable crime! He has stolen more than five times his ration—from all of you.”

The saiyans roared in fury. Many picked up rocks and threw them at the caged saiyan. Lentil wanted to shout out to the crowd he was innocent—that he had been framed. The accusations were not true. Both he and his accusers knew he was not responsible for what he was being charged. It was true that he stole food, but it was for Aubergine and he only took small portions. He was always very careful. Everyone on the moon stole—it was the only way to get enough to eat! In the dead of night, he had run across one of the numbers, who gave him the food. It was fact that the numbers had more food than anyone else so Lentil hadn’t questioned it. Little did he know where the food had come from.

Mentally cursing himself for his stupidity, he looked to his prince. It was no use proclaiming his innocents to the host of wretched saiyans. They didn’t want truth, they wanted someone to blame and in the hell they lived in, they could hardly be blamed. His pleas would fall on deaf ears.

“This,” Shegau continued, “is a crime only death will justify!”

Prouts kept his face resolutely blank. Lentil had his eyes fixed on him, but what did he expect?! Prouts had told him time and again to not get caught—to stop stealing altogether!—but Lentil had kept up, in spite of Prouts’ entreaties!

‘Damn it, Lentil! WHY did you have to go and get yourself caught?! WHY?!’

If he could have, Prouts would have run to that abominable cage and torn it to pieces, then fight off anyone who tried to stop him but there were too many. All of the numbers were present, in addition to the blood-lusting mob and Shegau herself. Prouts simply didn’t stand a chance.

Shegau circled around, thoroughly enjoying the whole affair. Enhancing her pleasure was the knowledge that this would kill her darling prince just as much as it would kill his pet. “As an example to him, and any others that dare trespass the laws that have been put into effect, he will be punished before you now.”

The crowd cheered. Prouts’ eye twitched spasmodically. Lentil lost all hope, but kept his gaze trained on his prince.

Shegau returned to her throne and seated herself. She stretched out her hand and let her slender fingers slide over Prouts’ arm and she purred for only him to hear, “ Pity losing a medic, isn’t it Darling? You know…. I seem to recall he was of value to you. ”

Prouts recoiled from her touch, but otherwise didn’t respond. Shegau laughed softly in her throat.

“Attack.” She ordered.

The numbers charged the cage as one mass. Lentil was wrenched violently from within the bars and flung to the ground. Numbers leapt on him mercilessly, practically fighting each other to deliver a savage blow to their unfortunate victim. Within moments sickening pops and wet cracks could be heard. Lentil screamed out in pain, “MY PRINCE! PROUTS! MY PRINCE!!”

The mob exploded into riotous commotion. Prouts could have been carved of stone. It required every degree of constraint the dark-haired prince possessed to stand so still. His teeth clamped down so hard on his tongue he tasted blood, but he didn’t dare loosen his jaw. Acidic tears burned the backs of his eyes but he refused to let them cloud his vision. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs were being crushed from the inside by an iron vice. His head became light and airy-feeling. All he could hear was his best friend’s agonized cries: His name, over and over again. He couldn’t move, if he so much as shifted his weight, he knew that he would give in to the suicidal compulsion to rush to Lentil’s side.

Lentil managed to miraculously break away from the numbers for a brief instant. With all the strength and energy he could muster, he made for Prouts. He threw out his hand, begging for help just before he was caught by the ankle and dragged back. He was spitting teeth and blood and howling like a lost soul.

Twisting a strand of hair around her finger, the empress gave a fleeting look in the young prince’s direction. As much as he was willing emotion to leave him, she could see suffering in the taut tendons of his neck and read the signs of strain in his rigid posture. Shegau was wholly impressed with Prouts’ level of self control. To stand by while the sound of breaking bones and shrieks of anguish permeated the air from a cherished loved one was an astounding feat. He was heartless— perfectly heartless! It fueled her desire to break him down. She would turn him into her compliant and docile mate; she would make a walking corpse out of him, and no one would ever again dare defy her.

“Stop.” The order from Shegau’s lips was abrupt and final. Obediantly, her dogs dropped their toy and moved away. Lentil lay in a crumpled, nearly unrecognizable heap. He was squashed and broken; a despicable mess—so far beyond repair the idea of medical attention was tragically comical. He was dying where he lay in the soiled dirt. Shegau stood again and the crowd hushed. She sauntered over to the prisoner and leered down at him. Lentil’s face was a wreck.

“As warranted, this creature has received its punishment and now, I will deliver the final blow.” She snatched his red hair in one hand and pulled him up off of the ground. The empress gathered ki and directed it to the tips of her finger nails. Then she cut across Lentil’s throat, beheading him in one swift, clean movement.

The crowd cheered.

Shegau dropped the head unceremoniously and paraded out through the crowd, trailed by her dogs. Prouts’ mind was numb and he was only half-way aware of those around him dispersing. Dusk was approaching and no one wanted to be left out in the open alone. The saiyans’ short escape from their hellish existence had ended, and they were once again vulnerable to all of the dangers of living in the moon colony. The numbers would soon be prowling the colony looking for others to torment, temperatures would drop dangerously low and there was the constant, paranoid need to protect their food. The safest place to be was home in their underground burrows.

These worries could not have been farther from Prouts’ mind. He remained where he was until the field had been cleared of everyone but himself and Lentil’s body. Time became irrelevant, it froze. He didn’t know how long he stood there, and he didn’t care in the least. Concern for his physical welfare had been snuffed out almost entirely.

His feet were heavier than he had ever felt them in his life. Slowly he walked to Lentil’s body and when he reached the body’s side, his legs gave out beneath him and he fell to his knees.

“What am I supposed to do now?!” He demanded of the dead young man, “WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! You idiot, why did you get caught?! I told you to stop stealing! I would have given you my food—ALL OF IT! Lentil you said you would serve me! HOW CAN YOU SERVE ME IF YOU ARE DEAD?!”

Prouts’ wall broke down and he put his face in the dirt, sobbing like a child. “You were just as much my brother as Troups! And what about Aubergine?! What about her, what will she and your pup do without you?! How dare you get caught? Lentil we need you—I NEED YOU! You can’t leave me…what am I supposed to do now?”

The prince said no more. He lay huddled in the dust, taking deep breaths trying to regain some composer. After a good deal of time, Prouts sat up and looked at the gristly remains of his friend. He had to bury him, there were no more time for tears. A glint caught Prouts’ eye as he moved to pick up Lentil.

Lentil wore a pair of earrings. One of the gold spheres had been completely destroyed in the onslaught of numbers, but its mate was still intact, though it was cracked. Prouts reached out and took it from Lentil’s ear, piercing it through his own.

“You owe me a memento, at the very least.”

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Lentil was/is Prouts' closets childhood friend. Prouts views Lentil as a member of his family, and loves him very deeply. Losing Lentil very nearly destroyed Prouts, but that is a story for another time. This event is very significant in the horrid blackness that is Prouts' past. It changed Prouts, Troups and Ebet's lives forever and set the ball rolling towards their freedom actually. Prouts was ready to give into Shegau's demands, and be her mate, but Troups interviened and ended up taking Prouts' place instead. Prouts snapped out of it, coming back to himself and devising a plan to escape the hell they lived in. Ultimately, Lentil's execution saved them. But it was not a sacrifice that the Prouts ever fully recoverd from. Even after Lentil was wished back, Prouts still harbored a deep guilt for his best friend's death and it is unlikely he will completely forgive himself.

Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wow that submission took me forever!! Hope you all liked the one-shot. I spent time and thought on it.

Okay, so a few things to mention: 1) Yes, that is the back of Kimpun's head over Shegau's shoulder--he is her most loyal dog, after all. 2)The design for this image was inspired by a Full Metal Alchemist poster I saw, but you'd never guess, they hardly look alike. [ [link] ] . 3) I was playing with cell-shading in this pic. I like how it turned out, but I will continue to work on it. I curse my art program, but it is better than nothing....

That is it folks ^w^

DragonBall, DragonBallZ & DragonBall GT (The abomination) Belong to Akira Toriyama

Dragon Ball Saiyan Blood (SB) Belongs to and

Description
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Author's Warning: one-shot contains some language&gore.
==========================================

Lentil kept his green eyes locked on his prince as the crowd around him erupted with cries of outrage and vengeance. He had been stripped of all his clothing and shackles adorned his wrists and neck. Merely for show, Lentil had been put inside of a large cage. Were it not for the numbers that circled the cage closely, the young saiyan could have escaped his bondage with minimal difficulty. His long fire-red hair spilled down his back and over his shoulders. The prisoner had already undergone several forms of torture and that was apparent on his abused body.

Prouts stood still in the crowd, one of the few who weren’t adding to the ruckus. He was beside the empress, where she had ordered him to stand. His stone face was unreadable and no emotion betrayed itself in his eyes. He kept his teeth clenched tightly together to fight back the feeling of nausea that was threatening to overtake him. It was one of the laws proclaimed by the demonic ruler: the entire saiyan colony was required to attend public executions, and anyone who tried to interfere with the execution would also be killed. Every fiber in Prouts’ being screamed at him to do something, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His best, most loyal friend was to be killed.

The prince scanned the crowd, hoping and dreading to spot the face of Lentil’s pregnant wife, Aubergine, amid the collection of what remained of his starving people. She was there somewhere, but (with a small, guilty degree of relief) he didn’t see her. Perhaps his twin had managed to find her and was with her for support.

“SILENCE! HER EMPRESS, LADY SHEGAU IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!” A number with pumpkin-orange hair bellowed.

The saiyans became quiet more out of fear then respect. Lentil continued to watch Prouts as her majesty stood up and sent a cold smile his way. Dust swirled around her feet, and her long elegant cape draped behind her onto the ground.

“I would like you all to gaze at this creature here before you. I call him a creature for he is not one of us.” She began, addressing the crowd in a commanding tone. “This traitor was caught in the act of an unpardonable crime! He has stolen more than five times his ration—from all of you.”

The saiyans roared in fury. Many picked up rocks and threw them at the caged saiyan. Lentil wanted to shout out to the crowd he was innocent—that he had been framed. The accusations were not true. Both he and his accusers knew he was not responsible for what he was being charged. It was true that he stole food, but it was for Aubergine and he only took small portions. He was always very careful. Everyone on the moon stole—it was the only way to get enough to eat! In the dead of night, he had run across one of the numbers, who gave him the food. It was fact that the numbers had more food than anyone else so Lentil hadn’t questioned it. Little did he know where the food had come from.

Mentally cursing himself for his stupidity, he looked to his prince. It was no use proclaiming his innocents to the host of wretched saiyans. They didn’t want truth, they wanted someone to blame and in the hell they lived in, they could hardly be blamed. His pleas would fall on deaf ears.

“This,” Shegau continued, “is a crime only death will justify!”

Prouts kept his face resolutely blank. Lentil had his eyes fixed on him, but what did he expect?! Prouts had told him time and again to not get caught—to stop stealing altogether!—but Lentil had kept up, in spite of Prouts’ entreaties!

‘Damn it, Lentil! WHY did you have to go and get yourself caught?! WHY?!’

If he could have, Prouts would have run to that abominable cage and torn it to pieces, then fight off anyone who tried to stop him but there were too many. All of the numbers were present, in addition to the blood-lusting mob and Shegau herself. Prouts simply didn’t stand a chance.

Shegau circled around, thoroughly enjoying the whole affair. Enhancing her pleasure was the knowledge that this would kill her darling prince just as much as it would kill his pet. “As an example to him, and any others that dare trespass the laws that have been put into effect, he will be punished before you now.”

The crowd cheered. Prouts’ eye twitched spasmodically. Lentil lost all hope, but kept his gaze trained on his prince.

Shegau returned to her throne and seated herself. She stretched out her hand and let her slender fingers slide over Prouts’ arm and she purred for only him to hear, “ Pity losing a medic, isn’t it Darling? You know…. I seem to recall he was of value to you. ”

Prouts recoiled from her touch, but otherwise didn’t respond. Shegau laughed softly in her throat.

“Attack.” She ordered.

The numbers charged the cage as one mass. Lentil was wrenched violently from within the bars and flung to the ground. Numbers leapt on him mercilessly, practically fighting each other to deliver a savage blow to their unfortunate victim. Within moments sickening pops and wet cracks could be heard. Lentil screamed out in pain, “MY PRINCE! PROUTS! MY PRINCE!!”

The mob exploded into riotous commotion. Prouts could have been carved of stone. It required every degree of constraint the dark-haired prince possessed to stand so still. His teeth clamped down so hard on his tongue he tasted blood, but he didn’t dare loosen his jaw. Acidic tears burned the backs of his eyes but he refused to let them cloud his vision. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs were being crushed from the inside by an iron vice. His head became light and airy-feeling. All he could hear was his best friend’s agonized cries: His name, over and over again. He couldn’t move, if he so much as shifted his weight, he knew that he would give in to the suicidal compulsion to rush to Lentil’s side.

Lentil managed to miraculously break away from the numbers for a brief instant. With all the strength and energy he could muster, he made for Prouts. He threw out his hand, begging for help just before he was caught by the ankle and dragged back. He was spitting teeth and blood and howling like a lost soul.

Twisting a strand of hair around her finger, the empress gave a fleeting look in the young prince’s direction. As much as he was willing emotion to leave him, she could see suffering in the taut tendons of his neck and read the signs of strain in his rigid posture. Shegau was wholly impressed with Prouts’ level of self control. To stand by while the sound of breaking bones and shrieks of anguish permeated the air from a cherished loved one was an astounding feat. He was heartless— perfectly heartless! It fueled her desire to break him down. She would turn him into her compliant and docile mate; she would make a walking corpse out of him, and no one would ever again dare defy her.

“Stop.” The order from Shegau’s lips was abrupt and final. Obediantly, her dogs dropped their toy and moved away. Lentil lay in a crumpled, nearly unrecognizable heap. He was squashed and broken; a despicable mess—so far beyond repair the idea of medical attention was tragically comical. He was dying where he lay in the soiled dirt. Shegau stood again and the crowd hushed. She sauntered over to the prisoner and leered down at him. Lentil’s face was a wreck.

“As warranted, this creature has received its punishment and now, I will deliver the final blow.” She snatched his red hair in one hand and pulled him up off of the ground. The empress gathered ki and directed it to the tips of her finger nails. Then she cut across Lentil’s throat, beheading him in one swift, clean movement.

The crowd cheered.

Shegau dropped the head unceremoniously and paraded out through the crowd, trailed by her dogs. Prouts’ mind was numb and he was only half-way aware of those around him dispersing. Dusk was approaching and no one wanted to be left out in the open alone. The saiyans’ short escape from their hellish existence had ended, and they were once again vulnerable to all of the dangers of living in the moon colony. The numbers would soon be prowling the colony looking for others to torment, temperatures would drop dangerously low and there was the constant, paranoid need to protect their food. The safest place to be was home in their underground burrows.

These worries could not have been farther from Prouts’ mind. He remained where he was until the field had been cleared of everyone but himself and Lentil’s body. Time became irrelevant, it froze. He didn’t know how long he stood there, and he didn’t care in the least. Concern for his physical welfare had been snuffed out almost entirely.

His feet were heavier than he had ever felt them in his life. Slowly he walked to Lentil’s body and when he reached the body’s side, his legs gave out beneath him and he fell to his knees.

“What am I supposed to do now?!” He demanded of the dead young man, “WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! You idiot, why did you get caught?! I told you to stop stealing! I would have given you my food—ALL OF IT! Lentil you said you would serve me! HOW CAN YOU SERVE ME IF YOU ARE DEAD?!”

Prouts’ wall broke down and he put his face in the dirt, sobbing like a child. “You were just as much my brother as Troups! And what about Aubergine?! What about her, what will she and your pup do without you?! How dare you get caught? Lentil we need you—I NEED YOU! You can’t leave me…what am I supposed to do now?”

The prince said no more. He lay huddled in the dust, taking deep breaths trying to regain some composer. After a good deal of time, Prouts sat up and looked at the gristly remains of his friend. He had to bury him, there were no more time for tears. A glint caught Prouts’ eye as he moved to pick up Lentil.

Lentil wore a pair of earrings. One of the gold spheres had been completely destroyed in the onslaught of numbers, but its mate was still intact, though it was cracked. Prouts reached out and took it from Lentil’s ear, piercing it through his own.

“You owe me a memento, at the very least.”

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Lentil was/is Prouts' closets childhood friend. Prouts views Lentil as a member of his family, and loves him very deeply. Losing Lentil very nearly destroyed Prouts, but that is a story for another time. This event is very significant in the horrid blackness that is Prouts' past. It changed Prouts, Troups and Ebet's lives forever and set the ball rolling towards their freedom actually. Prouts was ready to give into Shegau's demands, and be her mate, but Troups interviened and ended up taking Prouts' place instead. Prouts snapped out of it, coming back to himself and devising a plan to escape the hell they lived in. Ultimately, Lentil's execution saved them. But it was not a sacrifice that the Prouts ever fully recoverd from. Even after Lentil was wished back, Prouts still harbored a deep guilt for his best friend's death and it is unlikely he will completely forgive himself.

Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wow that submission took me forever!! Hope you all liked the one-shot. I spent time and thought on it.

Okay, so a few things to mention: 1) Yes, that is the back of Kimpun's head over Shegau's shoulder--he is her most loyal dog, after all. 2)The design for this image was inspired by a Full Metal Alchemist poster I saw, but you'd never guess, they hardly look alike. [ [link] ] . 3) I was playing with cell-shading in this pic. I like how it turned out, but I will continue to work on it. I curse my art program, but it is better than nothing....

That is it folks ^w^

DragonBall, DragonBallZ & DragonBall GT (The abomination) Belong to Akira Toriyama

Dragon Ball Saiyan Blood (SB) Belongs to and