Failure, Among Other Things [OPEN] Sept 7, 2019 17:39:06 GMT -6
Post by Vuzel on Sept 7, 2019 17:39:06 GMT -6
|Failure, Among Other Things|
Vuzel was at a crossroad. Back when his master, now Guru of planet Namek, named the young Namekian his right-hand man, he knew he would have a lot on his plate. And he did. He, a former farmer from a small village was now to study under the most prestigious scholars and masters of his entire people. For several months, he studied the history of Namek and the many trial and tribulations they had to face. Through meditation, he had to find his purpose and find peace within himself so that he could forgive the Saiyans and finally move forward. Finally, with the masters of the warrior clan, he trained his body to ensure that he would be able to carry out Guru’s will. Day in, day out, there was no break to his hard work and every second of it, he dedicated himself fully to the task at hand. All of that work, in the end…
It amounted to nothing.
Not a single shred of power was gained, despite all of his efforts. He couldn’t even comprehend why he was met with such a failure. The months passed and they returned him to Guru’s side, as was previously decided. Of course, not everything had been a waste of time as the many things he learned, as well as the techniques he diligently trained for. These things were still with him. Still, that much couldn’t console him from the immense shame he felt. There was nothing he could do to effectively help protect his master. With such meager strength, all of his struggles would be in vain. The enemies were still around. In that state, there was simply no way he could face Oboe again.
It was such a frustrating feeling, to see his efforts not being rewarded. Almost as if something was holding him back, or rather was forcefully keeping him from maturing as a warrior. Perhaps it wasn’t his destiny, after all. He had heard that the Dragon Balls were created once again. Initially, he wanted to go back to his master’s side in order to protect him, but they refused, saying that things were different, this time around. They were, too. While there was some trouble that sparked at the beginning, the rest was devoid of any casualties. No World Trade Fleet, this time around. Even the Saiyans, they protected him from all possible threat.
The poor Vuzel didn’t know how to feel anymore. Once driven by a sense of duty to protect his people, it dawned on him that maybe, after all, they didn’t need protection. At least, if they did, maybe he was not the one who should take up that mantle. Still, he resented the Saiyans and other aliens seeking their riches. Still, he felt as though the protection of the planet should be done by its inhabitant rather than anyone, no matter how good and pure they were. And that feeling, squeezing his heart, forcing a grimace on his face. Why was he unable of doing anything remotely good? How he wished he could be someone else, strong and fierce, who had both the conviction and strength to fight for his people. So that he wouldn’t have to see his brethren fall beside him.
Vuzel walked forward, with no general direction. Shoulders slumped forward, head hanging low, he just kept walking, sad and lost, kicking a small pebble in his path. He even missed his last kick on the pebble, leaving it behind as he proceeded. A failure, through and through.