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Chapter 1
Berries
The sun light beat down on her small tan body. Her mother was several yards away from the back of the house picking berries. Her mother's dress swayed as she hummed an old gospel song; her voice deep and rich. The little girl got up slowly dancing and humming along shivering a bit when her mother sang a particularly difficult note effortlessly. The long grass tickled her knees and made her giggle. She ran up to her mother grabbing hold of her waist pressing her cheek against her hip. Her mother looked down to her, with her free hand rubbing the upper part of her daughters back smiling as she did so. "I love you my little one." She said gently. The little girl looked up at her mother and let go of her waist skipping to part of the lower fields to pick wild strawberries. She huddled up the bottom of her dress up to her waist leaving her legs exposed and started to gather berries.
The sun was awful bright this day and obscured her vision. Her mother suddenly seemed so far away. This didn't stop her though during this time of year it was natural that the heat would affect distances. After a while of picking she looked up at her mother who was only several yards away and saw an unusual expression cross her face and knew something was wrong. She ran trying to get to her mothers side while strawberries flew out from each side as she started at a sprint at her mother. Her mothers face twisted as she looked at her small daughter. "RUN! RUN! RUN BULMA!" Her mother cried at her as she started to run for the little girl. The little girl turned around and started down the hills toward the forest that lay only west of the farm house.
She ran as hard and fast as she could. When she reached the forests edge she turned around, and her mother was no where in sight. "Mommy!" She started to wail. She was so scared. Where was she? She started to franticly search with her eyes. They darted back and forth, her heart thumping deep in her throat. "Where is mama?" The little girl started to cry softly as she continued to look. She looked down at her berries in her lap. A noise startled her to her right, and she went to inspect it. She crawled lightly over to the sound of the noise; the only sound coming from her was the scrap of her wool peasants dress against freshly fallen leaves. She pushed her hands out in front of her pushing a small bush to the side. On the other side was a small panther… "How did you get here, little one, from so far?" She said softly reaching her hand out to pet its baby sleek, soft, fur. It batted her hand away, but she leaned in again stroking its back. It started to purr loudly, and she became suddenly aware of a presence behind her.
She bundled the baby panther in her arms took a few steps forward and turned around, the berries she previously had falling carelessly to the ground. There stood in front of her a young boy not many years older then her with black hair that seemed to defy the heavy gravitational pull that her planet had. He looked at her with curiosity. He reached his hand out to touch her hair. He had never seen a color such as this before. His eyes were intense and stared at her bluntly. This was irritating to the little girl! How rude it was to stare! But he thought otherwise he had never seen anyone without the hair color brown or black or such a tan fair haired girl. She stood only 4 ½ feet high tan skin and blueberry colored hair. She glared at him suddenly, taking him off guard. She slapped his hand away before he could touch her. "Hey buddy what do you think you are doing?" She said in a high squeaky voice.
He just stared at her his mouth slightly agape. His mouth soon turned into a smile then a smirk. "I will keep you." He said just above a soft whisper. She looked at him quizzically. He grabbed hold of her arm so fast she didn't even see him move and began yanking her behind him as he dragged her kicking andyelling up past her house. She stopped for a moment staring at her home. Tears started to fall from her face as she kicked and slapped at his body, never even making him flinch. Her eyes darted to the left of her next to one of the big white pillars that lined the front of her family's home.
Her father and mother were on their knees hands behind their head. "NO!" The little girl screamed her blood cutting voice breaking the boys stride as the girl screamed. "Oh my GOD! No, mommy daddy No please!" She screamed jerking her head back and forth as a large man stood behind each of her parents a gun behind each of their heads. The little girl reached her hand out toward her mother as her mother lipped I love you. In that final moment she watched in horror as each parent was shot in the back of the head. The little girl began to scream wildly and soon passed out.
The man walked over to the boy that had the little girl in her hands. "Why do you have her?" The man said in a stern cold voice. "She is mine. I found her." He said equally cold, giving a glare. "Your father won't like it." The man said cocking his bald head to the side. "Do I care?" The boy said defiantly. The large bald haired man smirked looking down at his hands. A bit of the blood had sprayed on him. He wiped the back of his hand on his leather pants, walked up the ramp, and disappeared in the ship they came in. The little boy shifted the girl's weight in his arms; she was still holding the baby panther. He sighed inwardly and brought her aboard the ship setting her gently on his bed bringing the thick silken sheets up to her chin. Soon they would be back home and she would be his to play with.
Vegitisian-
Vegeta sat uncomfortably in a lounge chair directly across from his bed. He stared at the little girl that he had found only a day before. What was he going to with her? She seemed harmless enough. Though he truly wished she hadn't seen what she had. It would have been so much easier without that trouble. Even at his mere age of 11 he knew that would be something she would never forget even if she was as much as a year old. She had witnessed the same thing that forged bitterness in his own heart. His mother was killed publicly though, hung unjustly simply because his father wanted to marry a younger woman. He knew not why, his mother was so beautiful. She was caring and nice. She would hold and nurse him after a particularly bad beating from his father. Vegeta guessed his father hated her because she was the opposite of what a Sayian was supposed to be which was a hardened warrior without sympathy and compassion. Oh yes he knew this little one would never let this wound be healed. Maybe he could train her though? Yes she would be his forever. She didn't know it, but she would be his. He would protect her.
He got up off his chair and walked across the room and snuck in the bed without her waking. He wrapped a small but comforting arm around her waist, the baby panther laid in the middle of them separating them by half a foot. The baby purred loudly massaging his stomach and her back. Vegeta, with his free hand, began to pet the baby lulling it into a deep unreachable state of sleep. Vegeta following suit.
The ship began to rock roughly as it entered Vegitisians atmosphere, the gravity pulling roughly on the vessel.
Vegeta fell out of bed pulling the girl with him. All three of the children woke up immediately. Vegeta jumped up retching drawers open throwing cloths out and began to dress quickly. He ran over to the girl as the over head alarm screamed out a five minute warning that the king would be ariving.He knew this would be nothing important, but he was going to have to face his father and look his best, at all times. He ran over to a mirror and fixed his cloak with a glance and walked over to the confused girl grabbing her arm. She had been sleeping for the past 2 days dreaming of nothing short of a nightmare over and over. He began to drag her down the endless corridors. Soon he was tired of dragging her and was going to be late so he threw her over his shoulder making his way toward the door to the outside. He hit the red button to the right of the doors to make them open; Nappa was standing behind him. Nappa was a bald Neanderthal of a man who was tall and almost as broad as he was tall. Next to Nappa and behind him as well was the rest of the raid party that was sent to the little girl's planet.
The doors slide open with a slight hiss and Vegeta made his way down the ramp. You couldn't tell a whole raiding party was making its way down a metal ramp. They all were in step treading lightly barely scrapping the metal. The king looked at Vegeta with the little girl proudly displayed over his shoulder and the humorous expression on Nappa's face. "What is that?" The king said his voice sharp as glass.
"Mine, Father… Call it starting early." Vegeta looked at his father, the king and smirked. His father glared at him slapping out his hand hitting the boy hard but not hard enough to make him fall. Vegeta's knees buckled a bit under the pressure but continued to stand tall. The girl, he was now aware, was pretending to be asleep. Probly for good reason. If she let out a peak his father might have taken her away from him, but she did not and nor did he. The king just glared at him requesting the reports and about the casualties of the assault. At the end of the small briefing at the docks the king again glared at his son and the item of his possession and turned around sharply and walked away. Vegeta inhaled and exhaled deeply and started for his room. When he finally got there he told her to stay and not move from his bed. The entire time they did not speak a word. She was too shocked about everything and was still trying to figure out what had happened. As he turned to leave from the room, after telling a servent to bring food, she asked soft but strong…"Who are you?" The boy looked at her for a moment almost in amazement and looked at her with a solid look, learned by most after several decades, and replied simply.
"Prince Vegeta."