Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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From The Author: I'm finally continuing! Sorry for the long absence of updates, but I've been lacking inspiration again. Idea's still welcome!!!!
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Legacy
Prologue; For The Bloodline
Vegeta jr. was now about eighteen years old. Truely, he didn't know his age. He hadn't seen his parents since they had contracted, and died from some kind of virus when he was a small child. He walked into the small hut he called home, and looked at the family tree that his ancestors had begun carving onto the large rock hundreds of years before he was born. At the very top were Vegeta and Bulma Briefs; his great-great-great-grandparents. Right under them were Bra Briefs, and Tom Wilson; his great-great- grandparents. He scrolled all the way down to his parents. FIVE YEARS OLD he was when they left him alone. No one should have had to go through that.
He chuckled, and flew out. If he wanted to be a true Saiya-jin like the first Vegeta was, he couldn't have weak emotions like that. He did, however, have to find a mate, to insure that the Saiya-jin race would survive. He decided that today would be the day.
He flew into the city, and came across more woman than he expected. It had been a long time since he had entered the city. It was very big.
He looked at many woman, most of which were attractive, but didn't look quite Saiya-jin enough. Then he spotted her. She had black hair, and dark brown eyes, which, from this distance, almost looked black. Her eyes were not slanted like those of a Saiya-jin, but that was such a rare trait to find in a human that it didn't even matter. She was the one.
He walked up to her. "Hello.", he said.
"Hi.", she replied in a voice that was high-piched enough to be feminine, yet deep enough to have dignity.
"I am Vegeta.", he said.
"My name is Desiree.", she replied, putting out her hand, "Nice to meet you."
He shook it. "Likewize." He tried desperatrely to remember what his father had told him once about how to court a woman. Oh right. "How would you like to meet me for lunch later?"
She seemed to think about it for a minute. "Sure.", she said with a smile.
"Ok. Meet me there" He pointed to a restaraunt. "Then." He flew up to a large clock, and pointed to one o'clock.
"You can fly?!", he yelled with fear.
Oh, he had forgotten not to fly. "I'm sorry. I'm a warrior. Certain wariors can fly. Please don't be scared of me!", he yelled. Why had he done that? Why did he really care whether he got her or not? He could always find another one. Nevertheless, he still felt like it should be her, and no one else.
"A-aright.", she said, "I'll meet you there."
He smirked. "Goodbye.", he flew away.
He had done it. He had begun the proccess of getting her. He felt an inner triumpth at keeping dark hair and eyes in the family. He also felt something else in the pit of his stomach. Maybe anxiousness? But why would he be anxious. He had no personal feelings for this girl, right? Right. It was all for the bloodline.
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From The Author: I'm finally continuing! Sorry for the long absence of updates, but I've been lacking inspiration again. Idea's still welcome!!!!
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Legacy
Prologue; For The Bloodline
Vegeta jr. was now about eighteen years old. Truely, he didn't know his age. He hadn't seen his parents since they had contracted, and died from some kind of virus when he was a small child. He walked into the small hut he called home, and looked at the family tree that his ancestors had begun carving onto the large rock hundreds of years before he was born. At the very top were Vegeta and Bulma Briefs; his great-great-great-grandparents. Right under them were Bra Briefs, and Tom Wilson; his great-great- grandparents. He scrolled all the way down to his parents. FIVE YEARS OLD he was when they left him alone. No one should have had to go through that.
He chuckled, and flew out. If he wanted to be a true Saiya-jin like the first Vegeta was, he couldn't have weak emotions like that. He did, however, have to find a mate, to insure that the Saiya-jin race would survive. He decided that today would be the day.
He flew into the city, and came across more woman than he expected. It had been a long time since he had entered the city. It was very big.
He looked at many woman, most of which were attractive, but didn't look quite Saiya-jin enough. Then he spotted her. She had black hair, and dark brown eyes, which, from this distance, almost looked black. Her eyes were not slanted like those of a Saiya-jin, but that was such a rare trait to find in a human that it didn't even matter. She was the one.
He walked up to her. "Hello.", he said.
"Hi.", she replied in a voice that was high-piched enough to be feminine, yet deep enough to have dignity.
"I am Vegeta.", he said.
"My name is Desiree.", she replied, putting out her hand, "Nice to meet you."
He shook it. "Likewize." He tried desperatrely to remember what his father had told him once about how to court a woman. Oh right. "How would you like to meet me for lunch later?"
She seemed to think about it for a minute. "Sure.", she said with a smile.
"Ok. Meet me there" He pointed to a restaraunt. "Then." He flew up to a large clock, and pointed to one o'clock.
"You can fly?!", he yelled with fear.
Oh, he had forgotten not to fly. "I'm sorry. I'm a warrior. Certain wariors can fly. Please don't be scared of me!", he yelled. Why had he done that? Why did he really care whether he got her or not? He could always find another one. Nevertheless, he still felt like it should be her, and no one else.
"A-aright.", she said, "I'll meet you there."
He smirked. "Goodbye.", he flew away.
He had done it. He had begun the proccess of getting her. He felt an inner triumpth at keeping dark hair and eyes in the family. He also felt something else in the pit of his stomach. Maybe anxiousness? But why would he be anxious. He had no personal feelings for this girl, right? Right. It was all for the bloodline.