The Golden Rose
Chapter one
'Now kiss your planet goodbye!' BANG!
The king awoke from his hideous dream with a violent gasp for air. In his dream, Furiza had destroyed his planet. He had had the same kind of dream throughout the week. Thus, he went to the dungeons below his living quarters and sent for the new prisoner that had told him that he had the unique gift of telling the meanings of any dream. This man, who was a stray human, caught while escaping the earth, was telling the truth. 'What you see in your dream is true.' he had said.
'Sit down, son.'
The young prince sat down on the mahogany settee, glowering in the same way as his own father.
'I want you to go to this planet along with hundred male and hundred female saiyans. On that planet, you shall find a female with a certain genetic pattern that if it is fused with yours, she will bear super saiyan offsprings.'
He handed him a piece of paper and a strange looking machine.
'You take (the king continues) a hairpiece from the person you want to test, put it in this little slot and see what happens. If the code matches, she must be the one. If not, kill her. Remember son, this machine never makes mistakes.'
'But why, father? I want to stay here and rule the kingdom after you!' the boy altercated and his face twisted in confusion on receiving no answer. He turned swiftly and closed the door behind him with a loud creak.
15 years later on planet earth...
The Grand Library: a gigantic old mansion that was once built for living. Ancient gargoyles encircled the gargantuan stone door.
Bulma stepped inside and when the cold gust blew around her, she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She was looking for an engineering manual. That was when she noticed a man standing against a wall, his face hidden by the shadows of the eerie bookshelves. He had a black turtleneck and black trousers that looked pretty tight. He had his robust arms folded over his chest whilst a leg rested on the other one. 'Excuse me, sir. Can you please help me to locate a book?' she asked with a slight tinge of fear in her voice.
'Sure. Follow me,' he softly replied.
Bulma nodded.
'Sir, do you work here?'
'Yes, I own it, and...call me Vejita,'
He stopped at a desk with a computer placed on it.
'Which book did you say?' his voice sent chills down her spine.
'Engineering Manuals, Andrew Boston,'
'Sure, got it, I'll get it for you, lady,'
Bulma heard three soft knocks on her door. She opened it; thereupon met Vejita's face. She nearly screamed.
'You forgot your bag, lady.' He said calmly.
'How the, ah, yes, I've been looking for it, thank you,' she stammered, 'but how did you know where I live?' 'Just followed you,' he said.
She nodded.
'Come in, have tea. It's raining outside,' he stepped inside. She felt the burning sensation of his presence. She brought him tea and went to her room to change.
'You have nice hair, can I feel it?' he asked. Bulma nodded nervously. His hand ran through her hair and saw a flicker of anxiety in her blue eyes. She daringly reached out and felt his hair. It was just too soft...she closed her eyes.
With the ringing of the phone, they both snapped back to reality.
'I better go,' he said. She nodded.
Vejita slipped the piece of lavender lock into the slot and waited for the results.
'Pattern matched,'
He smirked.
Chapter one
'Now kiss your planet goodbye!' BANG!
The king awoke from his hideous dream with a violent gasp for air. In his dream, Furiza had destroyed his planet. He had had the same kind of dream throughout the week. Thus, he went to the dungeons below his living quarters and sent for the new prisoner that had told him that he had the unique gift of telling the meanings of any dream. This man, who was a stray human, caught while escaping the earth, was telling the truth. 'What you see in your dream is true.' he had said.
'Sit down, son.'
The young prince sat down on the mahogany settee, glowering in the same way as his own father.
'I want you to go to this planet along with hundred male and hundred female saiyans. On that planet, you shall find a female with a certain genetic pattern that if it is fused with yours, she will bear super saiyan offsprings.'
He handed him a piece of paper and a strange looking machine.
'You take (the king continues) a hairpiece from the person you want to test, put it in this little slot and see what happens. If the code matches, she must be the one. If not, kill her. Remember son, this machine never makes mistakes.'
'But why, father? I want to stay here and rule the kingdom after you!' the boy altercated and his face twisted in confusion on receiving no answer. He turned swiftly and closed the door behind him with a loud creak.
15 years later on planet earth...
The Grand Library: a gigantic old mansion that was once built for living. Ancient gargoyles encircled the gargantuan stone door.
Bulma stepped inside and when the cold gust blew around her, she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She was looking for an engineering manual. That was when she noticed a man standing against a wall, his face hidden by the shadows of the eerie bookshelves. He had a black turtleneck and black trousers that looked pretty tight. He had his robust arms folded over his chest whilst a leg rested on the other one. 'Excuse me, sir. Can you please help me to locate a book?' she asked with a slight tinge of fear in her voice.
'Sure. Follow me,' he softly replied.
Bulma nodded.
'Sir, do you work here?'
'Yes, I own it, and...call me Vejita,'
He stopped at a desk with a computer placed on it.
'Which book did you say?' his voice sent chills down her spine.
'Engineering Manuals, Andrew Boston,'
'Sure, got it, I'll get it for you, lady,'
Bulma heard three soft knocks on her door. She opened it; thereupon met Vejita's face. She nearly screamed.
'You forgot your bag, lady.' He said calmly.
'How the, ah, yes, I've been looking for it, thank you,' she stammered, 'but how did you know where I live?' 'Just followed you,' he said.
She nodded.
'Come in, have tea. It's raining outside,' he stepped inside. She felt the burning sensation of his presence. She brought him tea and went to her room to change.
'You have nice hair, can I feel it?' he asked. Bulma nodded nervously. His hand ran through her hair and saw a flicker of anxiety in her blue eyes. She daringly reached out and felt his hair. It was just too soft...she closed her eyes.
With the ringing of the phone, they both snapped back to reality.
'I better go,' he said. She nodded.
Vejita slipped the piece of lavender lock into the slot and waited for the results.
'Pattern matched,'
He smirked.