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Disclaimer; I don't own anything of the DBZ amine. I am poor, but my imagination rich. Don't sue me (please?).
WARNING: Story contains scenes of murder, abuse, greed, corruption, rape, jealousy, manipulation, torture, adultery, treachery, violence and death. And your fairytale prince Vegeta is going to make all of this happen within the confines of my twisted imagination. In other words, be warned for you may not like what you are about to read.
PRELUDE;
An introduction into a strange universe
The planet Vegetasei had known some rigorous changes. One hundred years ago, the Saiyan race united itself to fight the almighty Cold-empire that was ruled by the tyrant monarch King Cold. The proud Saiyans could no longer stand the domination by the Icejins, and under the leadership of one brave and noble warrior named Bardock, war was waged against the fierce armies of the Cold dynasty. At first the Saiyans were outnumbered and would have been easily overpowered if they had continued to battle alone. However, Bardock was a brilliant leader, talented in more fields then solely in the art of combat. By using more refined tactics such as diplomacy and strategy (terms, which were rather unknown to the Saiyan warfare before) he was able to form powerful alliances with other alien races, which had been suffering equally by the hands of the same oppressor. Together with the strongest and most gifted warlords of all of the united tribes, the Saiyans were finally able to rid themselves of their hated foes and drove the armies of the great King Cold far away into the adverse regions of the universe. The euphoria among the different nations in response to their liberation was astounding, but all of them also carried the burden of the countless deaths and their civilizations in ruins. Wise men and kings of these affected tribes then decided in their wisdom to spare their people from the horrors of future wars and signed a peace treaty, in which they pledged to acknowledge and respect each others borders and to unit at times the threat of their common enemy, the aggressive Icejin race, re-emerged. And so, for the first time in known history, the Saiyan people learned about the benefits of a peaceful existence. Inter galactic trade routes were established, bringing food and luxuries to the common people, businesses flourished and made the population healthier, richer and overall, happier.
Bardock, the inscrutable leader and the hero of this triumphant battle, was crowned King of the Saiyans by the grateful people of Vegetasei. His ascendance on the throne ended the bloody reign of a line of 57 kings of the Vegeta dynasty, and created the foundation for a more fair-minded and considerate society, in which no longer the poor and weak were overruled by the rich and powerful, and where the sword of justice protected the fate of the innocent.
Or at least, that's what the new founded government claimed.
Our story begins with the birth of a prince, named Kakarott, the 4th royal heir to be born of the house of Bardock, and the first in the royal line not to be named after his legendary forefather. The fate of the young prince is entwined with that of a lowly kitchenboy, who the Gods have predestined to become something much greater then his humble birth has limited him to be.
So here we start our journey into this strange universe in which the Saiyan society is free and just. A boy spawn from the loins of the Bardock household is destined to rule, and the only descendant from the Vegeta family is slaving his life away in the drudgery of the castle's kitchens.
I've warned you before, my dear readers, that this story was rather twisted.
1.
1.1.1 THE BIRTH OF A PRINCE
The corridors of the vast and ancient castle were filled with the pleasant buzzing of activity, as lackeys and servants rush along, carrying arms full of fragrant bouquets cheerfully decorated with blue ribbons, huge baskets with plump and succulent fruits, and attractive little boxes filled with sweets and brightly colored toys. All these were gifts for the queen and the newborn prince, given by the jubilant Saiyan people who were literally mad with joy by the occasion. They have prayed and hoped for a safe delivery of the little prince for months. The news that he was born and that both mother and son were doing well, had caused a wave of cheers to rise above all the streets of Vegetasei. Everybody, poor and right, young and old, celebrated and hugged each other, for their good King Bardock the 3rd was well-loved as well as their beautiful queen Helena. The coming of an heir for the Saiyan throne from his linage meant that the blissful existence of the common folks would be sustained and guarded for at least another generation. So all the houses were decorated with bright gay banners, and people sang and feasted, while noble men organized splendid parades with music and dance in honor of their new monarch. The festivities lasted till late in the night, and even then, people were getting drunk and mellow while they gathered around the bonfires, belching and farting loudly after their elaborate meals while loosening the buttons of their confining trousers, allowing their stomachs to be refilled with festive booze.
It had been a great and memorable day.
On the other side of the thick castle walls lay the young baby prince, blissfully unaware off all this fuss, cradled in the loving arms of his mother. He was wrapped in the finest textures of smooth silk and satin, decorated with golden patterns of lions and flourishing garlands. The royal emblem of his family, picturing a fierce lion with in its claw the sword of justice, hung heavy around his pale little neck.
Queen Helena sighted deeply as she observed her little boy. She could have never dreamt that she would be able to hold her baby in her arms. Saiyan births are risky both for mother and child. The enormous strength, with which a Saiyan baby freed itself during labor, could literally tear open the womb and cause the unfortunate mother to bleed to a horrifying death. It is therefore that most Saiyan babies were conceived and carried in artificial wombs ever since their race had developed (or rather stolen) the required technology. Royalty however, still had to bear their offspring in the natural way and take these risks. An heir to the throne was too precious to lose, and with still so many rebels remaining faithful to the old regime, who were more then eager to overthrown the good King, the murder of an innocent unborn infant was not unimaginable.
She had prepared herself for a painful delivery, in which her child would be ripped out her body in screams, bringing her agony or an early death. However, the birth of her son was almost painless, and by the grace of the Saiyan Gods she had been able to deliver the baby and survive in good health. And now, the little heir was here, resting in her arms while she was still by his side. A blissful smile adorned her beautiful, gracious face as she cherished this precious moment.
"My little Kakarotto, how sweet and tiny you are. If you could just know how happy you've made me."
She brought her nose close to his rosy cheeks, and caressed his soft, flawless skin lovingly. The baby boy wriggled in her arms, and responded to her caring touch and melodious voice by opening his eyes for the first time.
"Yes! Yes. Look at me little one. Look at me with your bright little eyes. Look at me and remember me, for I'm the one that loves you the most in this entire world."
A soft cooing came from her child. The gentle sound filled her heart with the overwhelming need to protect the vulnerable creature, to nurse her boy with all the care and love that she could give.
As her thoughts were still clouded in the serene fog of maternal bless, and she settled herself deeper into the comfort of the satin blankets that were draped on the royal bed, a persistent knock on the oaken door disrupted her peace.
"Yes?"
"I'm bringing your supper your majesty."
"You may come in."
The heavy door creaked open and a young chambermaid entered, carrying a gold embroiled tray on which her supper was served. Not recognizing the servant, the weary queen blinked her eyes and attempted to observe the girl's face as the shy maiden kept her head bowed when she approached her.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is not sister Elaina taking care of me? I thought that she would stay until the baby was asleep."
The young servant responded to this relatively innocent question with a frightened squirm and lowered her head even more, obscuring her features in the shadows of the room.
"M-Milady, the good sister c-could not stay for she was called back to the convent by mother Theresia. A fire broke lose during the celebrations and a number of citizens were injured. Sister Elaina had to head back to attend for the wounded."
"Oh, my dear Lords! I hope that there are not too many victims! It's a shame that such a joyful day has to end in tragedy!"
The queen was visibly shocked, she had a soul as pure as her beauty was alluring and this awful news wrenched her heart.
"Oh, you don't have to worry milady! As I was informed by sister Elaina, there were only people with minor injuries. She promised she would be back as soon to take care of the little prince and your majesty."
"Tell her to stay where she is and that I'll be fine! There's no threat to my health now my little boy is born. My unfortunate subjects need her more then I do."
"As you wish milady."
Queen Helena leaned back into her pillows while she watched how the servant carefully put the tray aside and poured her a drink in a crystal goblet. She couldn't help but to feel guilty that she had acted so doubtfully towards the poor girl. She had noticed that the timid creature had almost fainted of fright while she was addressing her. Why did she let herself to be governed by her overly protective maternal instincts? The royal guards were outside her chamber, guarding the safety of her son day and night. Nobody entered her quarters except for her loyal servants and the king himself. She could afford to be nicer and trustier, although she still could not recognize the young maid. Then again, in a court with thousands of subjects, it was impossible to know them all, especially since most of servants were so respectful towards her and the king that they hardly dare to look the royal couple into the eyes.
"Milady, supper is served. Shall I take over the young prince from you?"
The queen hesitated for a moment, but then handed over her firstborn child. As her hands parted with the soft bundle in which her most precious possession was wrapped, she had to smother a strange sense of panic that sheared her throat. The faint light that radiated from the fireplace illuminated the blue tanned skin and the green braided locks of the chambermaid, while the rest of her figure was still enveloped in obscure darkness.
A small sigh of relief escaped the queen's lips as she saw how the maid took the little prince into her arms lovingly, and played with the infant by snuggling her nose onto his soft cheeks.
"Milady, you can dine at your leisure. I will take care of our majesty for you in the meantime. You don't have to worry."
"That would be great. The delivery has exhausted me and I will need my nourishment to feed my baby. If you could be so nice to attend him while I'm eating."
"Of course milady."
The Saiyan queen lifted the tray and placed it on her sheets. Her supper consisted of two roasted chickens with a large pile of potato puree, side dishes of glazed carrots and sweet pees, and a carafe filled with grape juice. At the moment, the queen would have preferred wine, being withheld from the attractive liquor during the long months that she was pregnant. So she set the goblet aside that her servant had filled for her, and started eating without realizing that the young maid was observing her closely.
When she was almost finished without even tasting a drop of the grape juice, her servant spoke to her in a reverential but also oddly persisting way.
"Y-Your majesty, you didn't finish your drink."
"Oh, you know, I really don't like grape juice that much. Could you please send a message to the royal chef-cook for me that next time, he should serve my diner with a carafe of red wine instead of this? It's far too sour to even consider drinking."
"B-but the v-vitamins and all of the other healthy goodness that it contains - Y-You must drink it!"
"What do you mean my dear? Why should I drink something that I dislike?" the queen said while she was smiling benevolently towards the nervous looking girl.
"I - I mean, it's very good for your health milady. And now you're going to breast feed the young prince, it would be good to get some nutrition inside. Y-you said so yourself."
The young maid fumbled nervously on her braided locks while she kept her eyes fixed on the floor on purpose. Her voice trembled, but she hoped her lady would not notice. She could almost feel the monarch's vibrant eyes pierce trough her back, and look right into her soul, in which case she would find nothing but a demons invested, haunted black hole where once her heart had been. Perspiration started to ran down her back as seconds ticked by without any response. Just as she was almost sure that the queen was suspecting something, the unbearable silence was broken.
"I guess you're right. I do need my nutrition. Do forgive me for being so demanding. Sometimes I just act like a spoiled little girl. I really should change my ways if I ever want to become a good mother."
She reached for the crystal goblet filled to the rim with her beverage, and as she brought the glass to her lips, the servant girl watched with a racing heart while she held in her breath in anticipation. The smooth movement of her throat that followed reassured her that the queen was indeed drinking the deadly potion. As her lady raised the empty goblet and showed it to her with a radiant smile, the young fiend could hardly suppress a shriek of delight.
"There! All finished! Satisfied?"
"Oh, yes milady. It gives me joy to see you take such good care of your health."
"It actually didn't even taste that awful. It had some sweetness in it. I would almost say that it did not tasted like grape juice at all."
"P-perhaps the cook knew your dislike of this beverage and added some sugar."
"That might be. Although he's usually not that considerate."
"S-shall I clear the t-table and leave the prince with you now milady? H-he was suckling my thumb all the time while you were dining. I-I think he may be hungry."
Panic soared trough her mind as she noticed that the queen was still glancing at the empty goblet. Why did she have to place the poison in her drink? She could have just stuff it into her chicken or mix it into her potatoes, the slight sugariness of the toxin would not have been noticed if she had hid it in her food. If the queen suspected anything, she would perhaps not feed her baby and then, her master's carefully schemed and organized plan would be totally ruined.
"Yes, please do so. I guess watching me eat had awakened my little boy's appetite."
The servant was hardly able to hide her relief and sighed deeply while her stampeding heart finally calmed down to a less dangerous pace.
"Y-Yes milady."
The maid came towards the resting queen, who was already holding her arms wide open to receive her baby son. The young prince was safely placed back into her arms. Queen Helena caressed the face of the young boy as if she was touching the delicate peddles of an exquisite flower. She watched fondly how the little Saiyan opened his large dark eyes again and gazed at her, as if he was trying to memorize her face.
"Yes, You are a clever boy, aren't you? You would recognize your mother even in your dreams. Oh, you're going to make your father and I so very proud one day!"
The obscure servant girl finished clearing the dishes and left the royal quarters. As she deliberately lingered by the door, she turned her head and took a peek over her shoulders.
In the soft, flickering illumination cast upon them by the fireplace, the fulfilled and affectionate young mother cradled her beloved son in her arms for the last time of her life.
This is the first part of a rather elaborate story. Please rate and review this first chapter so I know if I should continue.
NEXT chapter: A kitchenboy's punishment;
Something is cooking in the royal kitchens, and it's far from pretty.
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Disclaimer; I don't own anything of the DBZ amine. I am poor, but my imagination rich. Don't sue me (please?).
WARNING: Story contains scenes of murder, abuse, greed, corruption, rape, jealousy, manipulation, torture, adultery, treachery, violence and death. And your fairytale prince Vegeta is going to make all of this happen within the confines of my twisted imagination. In other words, be warned for you may not like what you are about to read.
PRELUDE;
An introduction into a strange universe
The planet Vegetasei had known some rigorous changes. One hundred years ago, the Saiyan race united itself to fight the almighty Cold-empire that was ruled by the tyrant monarch King Cold. The proud Saiyans could no longer stand the domination by the Icejins, and under the leadership of one brave and noble warrior named Bardock, war was waged against the fierce armies of the Cold dynasty. At first the Saiyans were outnumbered and would have been easily overpowered if they had continued to battle alone. However, Bardock was a brilliant leader, talented in more fields then solely in the art of combat. By using more refined tactics such as diplomacy and strategy (terms, which were rather unknown to the Saiyan warfare before) he was able to form powerful alliances with other alien races, which had been suffering equally by the hands of the same oppressor. Together with the strongest and most gifted warlords of all of the united tribes, the Saiyans were finally able to rid themselves of their hated foes and drove the armies of the great King Cold far away into the adverse regions of the universe. The euphoria among the different nations in response to their liberation was astounding, but all of them also carried the burden of the countless deaths and their civilizations in ruins. Wise men and kings of these affected tribes then decided in their wisdom to spare their people from the horrors of future wars and signed a peace treaty, in which they pledged to acknowledge and respect each others borders and to unit at times the threat of their common enemy, the aggressive Icejin race, re-emerged. And so, for the first time in known history, the Saiyan people learned about the benefits of a peaceful existence. Inter galactic trade routes were established, bringing food and luxuries to the common people, businesses flourished and made the population healthier, richer and overall, happier.
Bardock, the inscrutable leader and the hero of this triumphant battle, was crowned King of the Saiyans by the grateful people of Vegetasei. His ascendance on the throne ended the bloody reign of a line of 57 kings of the Vegeta dynasty, and created the foundation for a more fair-minded and considerate society, in which no longer the poor and weak were overruled by the rich and powerful, and where the sword of justice protected the fate of the innocent.
Or at least, that's what the new founded government claimed.
Our story begins with the birth of a prince, named Kakarott, the 4th royal heir to be born of the house of Bardock, and the first in the royal line not to be named after his legendary forefather. The fate of the young prince is entwined with that of a lowly kitchenboy, who the Gods have predestined to become something much greater then his humble birth has limited him to be.
So here we start our journey into this strange universe in which the Saiyan society is free and just. A boy spawn from the loins of the Bardock household is destined to rule, and the only descendant from the Vegeta family is slaving his life away in the drudgery of the castle's kitchens.
I've warned you before, my dear readers, that this story was rather twisted.
1.
1.1.1 THE BIRTH OF A PRINCE
The corridors of the vast and ancient castle were filled with the pleasant buzzing of activity, as lackeys and servants rush along, carrying arms full of fragrant bouquets cheerfully decorated with blue ribbons, huge baskets with plump and succulent fruits, and attractive little boxes filled with sweets and brightly colored toys. All these were gifts for the queen and the newborn prince, given by the jubilant Saiyan people who were literally mad with joy by the occasion. They have prayed and hoped for a safe delivery of the little prince for months. The news that he was born and that both mother and son were doing well, had caused a wave of cheers to rise above all the streets of Vegetasei. Everybody, poor and right, young and old, celebrated and hugged each other, for their good King Bardock the 3rd was well-loved as well as their beautiful queen Helena. The coming of an heir for the Saiyan throne from his linage meant that the blissful existence of the common folks would be sustained and guarded for at least another generation. So all the houses were decorated with bright gay banners, and people sang and feasted, while noble men organized splendid parades with music and dance in honor of their new monarch. The festivities lasted till late in the night, and even then, people were getting drunk and mellow while they gathered around the bonfires, belching and farting loudly after their elaborate meals while loosening the buttons of their confining trousers, allowing their stomachs to be refilled with festive booze.
It had been a great and memorable day.
On the other side of the thick castle walls lay the young baby prince, blissfully unaware off all this fuss, cradled in the loving arms of his mother. He was wrapped in the finest textures of smooth silk and satin, decorated with golden patterns of lions and flourishing garlands. The royal emblem of his family, picturing a fierce lion with in its claw the sword of justice, hung heavy around his pale little neck.
Queen Helena sighted deeply as she observed her little boy. She could have never dreamt that she would be able to hold her baby in her arms. Saiyan births are risky both for mother and child. The enormous strength, with which a Saiyan baby freed itself during labor, could literally tear open the womb and cause the unfortunate mother to bleed to a horrifying death. It is therefore that most Saiyan babies were conceived and carried in artificial wombs ever since their race had developed (or rather stolen) the required technology. Royalty however, still had to bear their offspring in the natural way and take these risks. An heir to the throne was too precious to lose, and with still so many rebels remaining faithful to the old regime, who were more then eager to overthrown the good King, the murder of an innocent unborn infant was not unimaginable.
She had prepared herself for a painful delivery, in which her child would be ripped out her body in screams, bringing her agony or an early death. However, the birth of her son was almost painless, and by the grace of the Saiyan Gods she had been able to deliver the baby and survive in good health. And now, the little heir was here, resting in her arms while she was still by his side. A blissful smile adorned her beautiful, gracious face as she cherished this precious moment.
"My little Kakarotto, how sweet and tiny you are. If you could just know how happy you've made me."
She brought her nose close to his rosy cheeks, and caressed his soft, flawless skin lovingly. The baby boy wriggled in her arms, and responded to her caring touch and melodious voice by opening his eyes for the first time.
"Yes! Yes. Look at me little one. Look at me with your bright little eyes. Look at me and remember me, for I'm the one that loves you the most in this entire world."
A soft cooing came from her child. The gentle sound filled her heart with the overwhelming need to protect the vulnerable creature, to nurse her boy with all the care and love that she could give.
As her thoughts were still clouded in the serene fog of maternal bless, and she settled herself deeper into the comfort of the satin blankets that were draped on the royal bed, a persistent knock on the oaken door disrupted her peace.
"Yes?"
"I'm bringing your supper your majesty."
"You may come in."
The heavy door creaked open and a young chambermaid entered, carrying a gold embroiled tray on which her supper was served. Not recognizing the servant, the weary queen blinked her eyes and attempted to observe the girl's face as the shy maiden kept her head bowed when she approached her.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is not sister Elaina taking care of me? I thought that she would stay until the baby was asleep."
The young servant responded to this relatively innocent question with a frightened squirm and lowered her head even more, obscuring her features in the shadows of the room.
"M-Milady, the good sister c-could not stay for she was called back to the convent by mother Theresia. A fire broke lose during the celebrations and a number of citizens were injured. Sister Elaina had to head back to attend for the wounded."
"Oh, my dear Lords! I hope that there are not too many victims! It's a shame that such a joyful day has to end in tragedy!"
The queen was visibly shocked, she had a soul as pure as her beauty was alluring and this awful news wrenched her heart.
"Oh, you don't have to worry milady! As I was informed by sister Elaina, there were only people with minor injuries. She promised she would be back as soon to take care of the little prince and your majesty."
"Tell her to stay where she is and that I'll be fine! There's no threat to my health now my little boy is born. My unfortunate subjects need her more then I do."
"As you wish milady."
Queen Helena leaned back into her pillows while she watched how the servant carefully put the tray aside and poured her a drink in a crystal goblet. She couldn't help but to feel guilty that she had acted so doubtfully towards the poor girl. She had noticed that the timid creature had almost fainted of fright while she was addressing her. Why did she let herself to be governed by her overly protective maternal instincts? The royal guards were outside her chamber, guarding the safety of her son day and night. Nobody entered her quarters except for her loyal servants and the king himself. She could afford to be nicer and trustier, although she still could not recognize the young maid. Then again, in a court with thousands of subjects, it was impossible to know them all, especially since most of servants were so respectful towards her and the king that they hardly dare to look the royal couple into the eyes.
"Milady, supper is served. Shall I take over the young prince from you?"
The queen hesitated for a moment, but then handed over her firstborn child. As her hands parted with the soft bundle in which her most precious possession was wrapped, she had to smother a strange sense of panic that sheared her throat. The faint light that radiated from the fireplace illuminated the blue tanned skin and the green braided locks of the chambermaid, while the rest of her figure was still enveloped in obscure darkness.
A small sigh of relief escaped the queen's lips as she saw how the maid took the little prince into her arms lovingly, and played with the infant by snuggling her nose onto his soft cheeks.
"Milady, you can dine at your leisure. I will take care of our majesty for you in the meantime. You don't have to worry."
"That would be great. The delivery has exhausted me and I will need my nourishment to feed my baby. If you could be so nice to attend him while I'm eating."
"Of course milady."
The Saiyan queen lifted the tray and placed it on her sheets. Her supper consisted of two roasted chickens with a large pile of potato puree, side dishes of glazed carrots and sweet pees, and a carafe filled with grape juice. At the moment, the queen would have preferred wine, being withheld from the attractive liquor during the long months that she was pregnant. So she set the goblet aside that her servant had filled for her, and started eating without realizing that the young maid was observing her closely.
When she was almost finished without even tasting a drop of the grape juice, her servant spoke to her in a reverential but also oddly persisting way.
"Y-Your majesty, you didn't finish your drink."
"Oh, you know, I really don't like grape juice that much. Could you please send a message to the royal chef-cook for me that next time, he should serve my diner with a carafe of red wine instead of this? It's far too sour to even consider drinking."
"B-but the v-vitamins and all of the other healthy goodness that it contains - Y-You must drink it!"
"What do you mean my dear? Why should I drink something that I dislike?" the queen said while she was smiling benevolently towards the nervous looking girl.
"I - I mean, it's very good for your health milady. And now you're going to breast feed the young prince, it would be good to get some nutrition inside. Y-you said so yourself."
The young maid fumbled nervously on her braided locks while she kept her eyes fixed on the floor on purpose. Her voice trembled, but she hoped her lady would not notice. She could almost feel the monarch's vibrant eyes pierce trough her back, and look right into her soul, in which case she would find nothing but a demons invested, haunted black hole where once her heart had been. Perspiration started to ran down her back as seconds ticked by without any response. Just as she was almost sure that the queen was suspecting something, the unbearable silence was broken.
"I guess you're right. I do need my nutrition. Do forgive me for being so demanding. Sometimes I just act like a spoiled little girl. I really should change my ways if I ever want to become a good mother."
She reached for the crystal goblet filled to the rim with her beverage, and as she brought the glass to her lips, the servant girl watched with a racing heart while she held in her breath in anticipation. The smooth movement of her throat that followed reassured her that the queen was indeed drinking the deadly potion. As her lady raised the empty goblet and showed it to her with a radiant smile, the young fiend could hardly suppress a shriek of delight.
"There! All finished! Satisfied?"
"Oh, yes milady. It gives me joy to see you take such good care of your health."
"It actually didn't even taste that awful. It had some sweetness in it. I would almost say that it did not tasted like grape juice at all."
"P-perhaps the cook knew your dislike of this beverage and added some sugar."
"That might be. Although he's usually not that considerate."
"S-shall I clear the t-table and leave the prince with you now milady? H-he was suckling my thumb all the time while you were dining. I-I think he may be hungry."
Panic soared trough her mind as she noticed that the queen was still glancing at the empty goblet. Why did she have to place the poison in her drink? She could have just stuff it into her chicken or mix it into her potatoes, the slight sugariness of the toxin would not have been noticed if she had hid it in her food. If the queen suspected anything, she would perhaps not feed her baby and then, her master's carefully schemed and organized plan would be totally ruined.
"Yes, please do so. I guess watching me eat had awakened my little boy's appetite."
The servant was hardly able to hide her relief and sighed deeply while her stampeding heart finally calmed down to a less dangerous pace.
"Y-Yes milady."
The maid came towards the resting queen, who was already holding her arms wide open to receive her baby son. The young prince was safely placed back into her arms. Queen Helena caressed the face of the young boy as if she was touching the delicate peddles of an exquisite flower. She watched fondly how the little Saiyan opened his large dark eyes again and gazed at her, as if he was trying to memorize her face.
"Yes, You are a clever boy, aren't you? You would recognize your mother even in your dreams. Oh, you're going to make your father and I so very proud one day!"
The obscure servant girl finished clearing the dishes and left the royal quarters. As she deliberately lingered by the door, she turned her head and took a peek over her shoulders.
In the soft, flickering illumination cast upon them by the fireplace, the fulfilled and affectionate young mother cradled her beloved son in her arms for the last time of her life.
This is the first part of a rather elaborate story. Please rate and review this first chapter so I know if I should continue.
NEXT chapter: A kitchenboy's punishment;
Something is cooking in the royal kitchens, and it's far from pretty.
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