Vegeta Mother Novels & Stories

And Eve felt the first spark of doubt take root in her chest. ________________________________________ Pain struck without warning. A sharp, searing agony bloomed in her skull, sending her crashing to her knees. The world around her blurred, the voices of Luca and Damien fading into an eerie silence. Then, the vision came. She saw a woman—tall, regal, with silver hair cascading down her back. Her golden eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and she stood before a throne carved from shimmering moonstone. Power radiated from her, familiar yet foreign. Eve knew, without a doubt, that this was her mother.

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

And Zeus took Hera’s side every time, scolding my mother for being small-minded. “Semele, can you not be a little more gracious? Hera is the Queen of Heaven. Whatever she says or does, she does for the good of the gods.” That was his favorite line. But watching my mother now, so calm, so far away, I understood. She would never let him wound her again. Her eyes were a pool of dead water that no wind could stir.

He wouldn't have to wait for his mum to heal him again. "Stay with Riaz. I want to see mother for a second." Venusa said and Atlas nodded. Pulling up her gown to avoid tripping, Venusa went to her mother's residence. When she got there, she met her mother meditating. She sat beside her and meditated alongside. "You're troubled, daughter." Umbria said as she opened her eyes. "What's the matter?" Venusa sighed. She didn't know where to begin. Did she even need to say anything? This is her mother. She knows everything before anyone else does.

The static *screams*, and the world dissolves. --- **The Verdant's Heart** I'm in the Rootmother's memory. A primordial forest, untouched by time. The Rootmother isn't a monster here-she's a guardian, her thorns weaving a barrier between worlds. But the Architects came, their machines carving into her flesh, grafting their spiral-and-thorns into her roots. ***"They corrupted me,"*** her voice booms. ***"Turned me into a weapon. Now I'll return the favor."***

Steven is even worse than I thought. "The reason he wants me is because I'm not their daughter." Adam and Karina set their forks down and look at me in confusion. "What do you mean? I was there when you were born." Adam says in disbelief. "I was born to them, but my real mother is Athena, the Goddess of War. She put me here because she knew there would be an uprising of the packs. She's unable to come to Earth, so I was sent on her behalf. The markings on Vaughn, Ivan, and me are the markings of the Goddess' and the Gods. We have abilities that will help us when they come here to fight." Justin looks up at me and smiles.

The Moon Goddess whispered. The stone continued upward. "Mother..." Mortava whispered. "What is happening to me?" The Goddess grabbed her shoulders. "No! No! Stop this!" She cried. But the transformation continued. Motava's arms hardened, then her chest, neck, and face. Tears filled her eyes. "Mother..." The word barely escaped her lips before stone sealed them shut. Moments later, a lifeless stone statue stood where her daughter had been. The Moon Goddess let out a cry of anguish and slowly sank to her knees.

“What did you just call me?” The figure bowed their head again. “Shield-Mother. The one who broke the Queen of Violet. The one who carries the New Light.” Heather’s grip on her knife went white-knuckled. “Bay,” she hissed, “get behind me.” Baylee couldn’t move. Her entire body had gone hot and cold at once. The hum in the ground was a living thing now — not a pulse, a drone. It filled her bones. It filled her teeth. It filled the space behind her eyes. Her skin felt too tight.