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Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 3
It was early morning when Vegeta woke up – dark and for a moment he forgot where he was. His mouth hung half open, blinking at the ceiling till he turned his head to the side and saw Bulma, snuggled against his arm, sleeping lost in contentment. He continued to stare at her as his mind cleared and then he smiled, giving a proud chuckle.
He’d done it. He’d won Bulma’s affections. Now the only question remained was how far to take it? That would really depend, of course, on how this little affair had affected him. He had to find out. Slipping his arm out of her cuddles, he got out of the bed. Most of the bandages had come loose during the night so he tore the rest of them off, holding up his hand and flexing his fingers.
He tightened his brow and grinned, clenching his hands into fists. Yes! It had worked! He felt stronger already!
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To everyone in the Capsule Corp Mansion’s relief, at long last Vegeta remained bedridden for a few days. No more waiting for something to explode, no more fear of having to scrap Saiyan guts off the capsule ship’s floor. Everyone was at peace, except perhaps Yamcha, who every time he turned around found Bulma either at Vegeta’s bedside or working on equipment to enhance his training. He didn’t understand. Things hadn’t always worked out between them, he knew that, but why him? Why the alien who’d been responsible for his death? Didn’t she even care? Sadly, only Puar seemed to notice his pain and he drowned the rest in continuing his own training.
As for Vegeta, though he allowed his body to rest, his mind continued to remain restless. Nearly his every waking moment was filled with thoughts of Kakarot, the obsession was maddening. What was it? W
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Vegeta collapsed. Not like the dozens of times before he’d collapsed in the months prior within the Capsule Corp vessel. This time, as he kicked the gravity up to five hundred times earth’s gravity, only moments after he forced himself into the air the blood rushed from his head and he hit the floor with crushing force. It was like being trampled underfoot by half a dozen oozarus at once. He could feel his bones crack under the pressure, his internal organs bruised to the breaking point. He was certain he could feel something in his gut split open.
Still, Vegeta snarled and tried to force himself back up as he always did. He bared his teeth, growling and hissing like a beast, his brow welded together with rage. But this time, it wasn’t enough. This time, no amount of fury could make his muscles piece together his broken bones. This time, no matter how hard he dwelled on the
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 6
The thu’um slammed Toy, conveying more emotion and memory than words. Her apprentices looked at her with confusion and concern but she turned away from them, stumbling into the hall where she could endure the influence of that damn elf alone.
Toy of None.
“I will always be,” she agreed, her tusks bared.
You rejected Kynareth and embraced a new Mother, and now are servant of neither. Right the wrong you did long ago, and let Yol cleanse you at last.
Toy slammed her fist against the wall. “Damn you and your dragons, elf.”
“Sister, who are you talking to?” Babette asked, leaning around the corner.
Toy’s face smoothed a bit and she looked at the little vampire girl. “The Greybeard’s dog thinks he can command me from his mountain. But I
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 5
Farengar smiled, his purple hood temporarily obscuring all but his short, greying beard. “Turning mage at last, are we, Razella Smith? I always thought you’d have talent as one.”
“Though I admit I have found the schools of Restoration and Alteration of great use to me in my adventures, Farengar,” Razella smiled with a twinkle in her eye, “I highly doubt it. I love my sword arm far too much for that.”
“A Nord at heart as ever. What can I do for you, Harbinger?”
She pulled a folded piece of paper from her satchel. “An assassin carved this symbol into one of my Companions’ faces. I was wondering if you might be able to identify it. I am told it’s likely a house sigil.”
Farengar pulled out that arcane contraption he called ‘spectacles’ and placed them on the bri
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It was still new to her, the knowledge that she would never again see a sunrise. She would never again hunger, her beauty would never fade. Wrapped in bearskins and armed with her bow, she walked to the top of one of Skyrim’s massive hills and looked down upon her new home. Snow and forests and rivers all stretched out before her. This was her future. She would bring the truths of the daedra to this frozen land and spread Molag Bal’s blessing to the worthy. For she was a Daughter of Coldharbor, the first to be born for an age.
Tremere wrapped her hand around the pendant that her parents had left her before sending her on her pilgrimage—a raven’s skull. It would help to ward away fire and protect her from the sun. But it would not save her if she was caught too long in its unforgiving rays. She thought back to the ceremony that made her what she was. None of the
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 3
“Stop moving it!” Majora barked, “Look, just hold the damn thing still.”
“Forgive me, Harb—shield brother,” Ria replied. Even after all these years, she was still a sensitive thing, and the attack and untimely death of Njada hadn’t helped. Ria managed to steady the silver platter while Vilkas held up the lamp.
The shaggy Nord scoffed. “It’s not a symbol.”
“I’m not sure,” Razella said, pacing back and forth with her arms crossed, “It is rather sloppy. Look at that curve there, that doesn’t look like a random cut.”
“Well it’s not a bleedin’ shadowmark,” Majora groaned, but his eyes were serious, “I…have not seen it before, but I have seen marks like it.”
“Where?” Razella leaned over his
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