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Title: Kami's House
Chapter Title: Elite
Author: Evil Child
Disclaimer: Um…me no own DBZ??????? *sweatdrop*
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AN- I believe that this eventually will be v/p…I'm just starting to figure out the plot, so I'm not exactly sure…but I think so…So I guess…you've been warned? Or should I say informed? *looks at readers (if any) helplessly)* Well…nothing's going to be too bad…I hope…so please…read?
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Um…well the ages got a bit messed up, 'cuz I'm going along with the story and in order to do that I have to make a few…err revisions in their ages… O.o
Trunks- 18, Gokun-16 (Pan's brother), Pan- 18, Marron- 31, Bra- 16, Goten- 30
(I think that's all you need to know, but I'll add on as needed)
PS- I know the real age differences- it's just that I changed the timeline and hence the ages must change…O.o
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Everyone thinks that I can't be taught- I can't be forced into doing anything. But there are some things…consequences mainly that were engraved in my mind at an early age that make me fear leaving. If it wasn't for that…then I would already be gone.
I guess it happened because of my father. His father, my grandfather Kakkoratt, had taken no part in his upbringing, leaving it to his wife. It was a disaster. My father is now so easily controllable- by his mother and now his wife to the extent that he would never make a suitable heir for this planet.
That's why my grandfather took me from my father's house as soon as I was weaned and brought me to the palace. I've lived here ever since and have been taught in numerous ways. Grandfather was so pleased with me that when my younger brother was born he kept me as his heir instead of raising my brother and letting me leave.
So here I am…stuck in my grandfather's palace and unable to leave, because of childhood traumas. I don't hate my grandfather…but it's hard to love him or look forward to seeing him. His nature is cruel and heartless, because he is a Saiyan- a full-blooded elite in fact.
He hadn't been an elite when he was born- he had been just another baby of a low-class fighter, but after his father was retested and raised to elite status, my father was retested when he was older and also raised to that status. The doctors then declared my grandfather and his father a special case and that anyone from their family would only be tested when they reached a certain age…and even then it was taking a chance testing one of us, because we only get stronger.
That's why when I was finally tested and declared having a power level of a lower lever, my grandfather didn't hurl insults at me or send me away. He knew that he had only to train me- teach me more of his fighting skills, and then retest me. Soon I will be an elite too.
He told me that it was my only flaw- that I was a weakling by birth since I'm only one-fourth a Saiyan. But we both knew that this flaw was nothing…in a few years I may be stronger then everyone in this universe… In fact, we counted on it.
"Princess," The hushed, respectful tone of my serving girl uttered as she bowed before entering the room. I nodded my head in response- acknowledging that although I am a princess, our levels are the same. Both of us are lower-elites right now, even though my Grandfather forbids me to act like I am a weakling in his presence. "Your parents are here."
With a sigh, I stood up, knowing that I would have to change into something more suitable to have company before they got here. As my parents, they were aloud to visit me once a week, and took the opportunity to do so although we had nothing in common except our genes.
My parents and brother lived on Earth, while my Grandfather and I live in the clouds above it. After the Saiyan-Earthling war- which didn't last very long- King Vegeta sent my Grandfather to set up a permanent castle where the Earthling's old god used to live.
Now Grandfather and I are considered gods/goddesses ourselves and under my Grandfather's orders I've never touched let alone seen the surface of Earth…not that I remember at least. My parents come and tell me mystical stories about it though- stories that make me curious to see what this planet has to offer for myself.
But Grandfather isn't likely to ever let me leave this place…not yet at least. I'm not quite sure if he's ever been on Earth's surface himself. Even after his official duties ended- when Vegetasei was destroyed by an evil tyrant and from what I gather the royal family fled to who knows where, Grandpa refused to leave this palace.
"Princess?" The serving-girl inquired, her liquid voice void of emotions. "Would you like me to help you pick out a dress? The King sent word that he wishes for you to be presentable this time."
I cringed for a moment, thinking back to how the last time my parents had visited they had charged right into my room without knocking let alone giving me any notice. I had of course been getting ready to train, and they had been shocked that I had looked so "unprincessly."
In there mind I was the perfect princess- a girl who deserves being royal. Grandpa told me how to give them this image and I did so gladly, because I knew that they would never understand my life here. Them seeing me in fighting armor shocked them…they never knew that I liked to fight- I never let it on in public.
"What do you think I should wear Marron?" I asked, trying to sound as calm and self-assured as she did, but not quite getting it. Marron flashed me a tight-lipped smile and then pulled out a solid purple dress and a crown.
"I must warn you Princess that they have brought some guests with them," Marron said quickly, and began to help me into the dress without further comment.
Guests? But…why? They never bring anyone with them- not even my brother. When I asked them why that is, their reply was that they don't want to "waste" any of our time together…so what changed? Maybe they're just bringing my brother…?
"Do you know who they brought, Marron?" I asked quickly, curiosity getting the better of me. Marron just looked at me, a light smirk on her face. "MARRON!" I whinned, "Tell me!"
"Two rather handsome looking Earthlings actually," Marron said slowly. "A petite blue-haired girl, and a short man with spiky hair- he went looking for the king actually…"
"How old are the boys?" I asked. If one of them is my brother then he'd be about…15- 16? It'd be interesting to see him…he's never visited and how else would I even see a picture of him?
"I can't believe it! You actually want to know a guy's age!" Marron squealed, forgetting her calm demeanor in an instant. "Your mom'll be so excited!"
"I think one of them's my brother," I said quietly, surprised by Marron's reaction. "Why would you think I would want to know about a random male's age?"
"Boredom?" Marron asked nervously, trying to place her barriers up again before anyone else could see her true personality. In this palace…my Grandfather likes to have his servants act like one entity. It not only confuses outsiders, but adds to a sense of mystery to the atmosphere.
"Are they really that handsome?" I waggled and eyebrow at her and she giggled nervously. "For the love of Vegetasei Marron- I'm not going to bite you just because you're acting different. Of course you may not want to blow it in front of my Grandfather- but I could really care less how you act."
"W-well," Marron stuttered. "I kind of overheard the short man talking about the 'injustice of the universe to allow a lower-class baka rule over the planet he hid on when it should be the other way around.'"
"Then he would be…" My eyes dilated in excitement. No one uses the term "lower class" except a Saiyan- at least no Earthlings would and if this Saiyan went into hiding…well that must mean that he is part of the royal family. No other Saiyan would go into hiding but one of them, and he would only go out of necessity. After all- the royal family must live on…"And that means that the boy…A true prince!" Marron stared at me in confusion, and I merely grinned back at her. "Marron- tell my grandfather that I wish to personally greet our guests and I'll be waiting for him in the dining room."
Marron nodded and hurried out the door. Smiling to myself, I finished putting on my dress and carefully placed the crown on top of my head. To think…Saiyans!
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Um…I hope you like it- it's kinda weird… *sighs* But do you see how I changed the timeline a bit??? Sorry if that confuses you…but please tell me what you think!!! I would love it is anyone out there could give me "constructive" critism!!! Please? I know my grammars probably really bad and the plot's weird…but please? *looks at everyone (if anyone) reading this pleadingly* Well…if you like it I'll continue, byes.
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Title: Kami's House
Chapter Title: Elite
Author: Evil Child
Disclaimer: Um…me no own DBZ??????? *sweatdrop*
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AN- I believe that this eventually will be v/p…I'm just starting to figure out the plot, so I'm not exactly sure…but I think so…So I guess…you've been warned? Or should I say informed? *looks at readers (if any) helplessly)* Well…nothing's going to be too bad…I hope…so please…read?
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Um…well the ages got a bit messed up, 'cuz I'm going along with the story and in order to do that I have to make a few…err revisions in their ages… O.o
Trunks- 18, Gokun-16 (Pan's brother), Pan- 18, Marron- 31, Bra- 16, Goten- 30
(I think that's all you need to know, but I'll add on as needed)
PS- I know the real age differences- it's just that I changed the timeline and hence the ages must change…O.o
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Everyone thinks that I can't be taught- I can't be forced into doing anything. But there are some things…consequences mainly that were engraved in my mind at an early age that make me fear leaving. If it wasn't for that…then I would already be gone.
I guess it happened because of my father. His father, my grandfather Kakkoratt, had taken no part in his upbringing, leaving it to his wife. It was a disaster. My father is now so easily controllable- by his mother and now his wife to the extent that he would never make a suitable heir for this planet.
That's why my grandfather took me from my father's house as soon as I was weaned and brought me to the palace. I've lived here ever since and have been taught in numerous ways. Grandfather was so pleased with me that when my younger brother was born he kept me as his heir instead of raising my brother and letting me leave.
So here I am…stuck in my grandfather's palace and unable to leave, because of childhood traumas. I don't hate my grandfather…but it's hard to love him or look forward to seeing him. His nature is cruel and heartless, because he is a Saiyan- a full-blooded elite in fact.
He hadn't been an elite when he was born- he had been just another baby of a low-class fighter, but after his father was retested and raised to elite status, my father was retested when he was older and also raised to that status. The doctors then declared my grandfather and his father a special case and that anyone from their family would only be tested when they reached a certain age…and even then it was taking a chance testing one of us, because we only get stronger.
That's why when I was finally tested and declared having a power level of a lower lever, my grandfather didn't hurl insults at me or send me away. He knew that he had only to train me- teach me more of his fighting skills, and then retest me. Soon I will be an elite too.
He told me that it was my only flaw- that I was a weakling by birth since I'm only one-fourth a Saiyan. But we both knew that this flaw was nothing…in a few years I may be stronger then everyone in this universe… In fact, we counted on it.
"Princess," The hushed, respectful tone of my serving girl uttered as she bowed before entering the room. I nodded my head in response- acknowledging that although I am a princess, our levels are the same. Both of us are lower-elites right now, even though my Grandfather forbids me to act like I am a weakling in his presence. "Your parents are here."
With a sigh, I stood up, knowing that I would have to change into something more suitable to have company before they got here. As my parents, they were aloud to visit me once a week, and took the opportunity to do so although we had nothing in common except our genes.
My parents and brother lived on Earth, while my Grandfather and I live in the clouds above it. After the Saiyan-Earthling war- which didn't last very long- King Vegeta sent my Grandfather to set up a permanent castle where the Earthling's old god used to live.
Now Grandfather and I are considered gods/goddesses ourselves and under my Grandfather's orders I've never touched let alone seen the surface of Earth…not that I remember at least. My parents come and tell me mystical stories about it though- stories that make me curious to see what this planet has to offer for myself.
But Grandfather isn't likely to ever let me leave this place…not yet at least. I'm not quite sure if he's ever been on Earth's surface himself. Even after his official duties ended- when Vegetasei was destroyed by an evil tyrant and from what I gather the royal family fled to who knows where, Grandpa refused to leave this palace.
"Princess?" The serving-girl inquired, her liquid voice void of emotions. "Would you like me to help you pick out a dress? The King sent word that he wishes for you to be presentable this time."
I cringed for a moment, thinking back to how the last time my parents had visited they had charged right into my room without knocking let alone giving me any notice. I had of course been getting ready to train, and they had been shocked that I had looked so "unprincessly."
In there mind I was the perfect princess- a girl who deserves being royal. Grandpa told me how to give them this image and I did so gladly, because I knew that they would never understand my life here. Them seeing me in fighting armor shocked them…they never knew that I liked to fight- I never let it on in public.
"What do you think I should wear Marron?" I asked, trying to sound as calm and self-assured as she did, but not quite getting it. Marron flashed me a tight-lipped smile and then pulled out a solid purple dress and a crown.
"I must warn you Princess that they have brought some guests with them," Marron said quickly, and began to help me into the dress without further comment.
Guests? But…why? They never bring anyone with them- not even my brother. When I asked them why that is, their reply was that they don't want to "waste" any of our time together…so what changed? Maybe they're just bringing my brother…?
"Do you know who they brought, Marron?" I asked quickly, curiosity getting the better of me. Marron just looked at me, a light smirk on her face. "MARRON!" I whinned, "Tell me!"
"Two rather handsome looking Earthlings actually," Marron said slowly. "A petite blue-haired girl, and a short man with spiky hair- he went looking for the king actually…"
"How old are the boys?" I asked. If one of them is my brother then he'd be about…15- 16? It'd be interesting to see him…he's never visited and how else would I even see a picture of him?
"I can't believe it! You actually want to know a guy's age!" Marron squealed, forgetting her calm demeanor in an instant. "Your mom'll be so excited!"
"I think one of them's my brother," I said quietly, surprised by Marron's reaction. "Why would you think I would want to know about a random male's age?"
"Boredom?" Marron asked nervously, trying to place her barriers up again before anyone else could see her true personality. In this palace…my Grandfather likes to have his servants act like one entity. It not only confuses outsiders, but adds to a sense of mystery to the atmosphere.
"Are they really that handsome?" I waggled and eyebrow at her and she giggled nervously. "For the love of Vegetasei Marron- I'm not going to bite you just because you're acting different. Of course you may not want to blow it in front of my Grandfather- but I could really care less how you act."
"W-well," Marron stuttered. "I kind of overheard the short man talking about the 'injustice of the universe to allow a lower-class baka rule over the planet he hid on when it should be the other way around.'"
"Then he would be…" My eyes dilated in excitement. No one uses the term "lower class" except a Saiyan- at least no Earthlings would and if this Saiyan went into hiding…well that must mean that he is part of the royal family. No other Saiyan would go into hiding but one of them, and he would only go out of necessity. After all- the royal family must live on…"And that means that the boy…A true prince!" Marron stared at me in confusion, and I merely grinned back at her. "Marron- tell my grandfather that I wish to personally greet our guests and I'll be waiting for him in the dining room."
Marron nodded and hurried out the door. Smiling to myself, I finished putting on my dress and carefully placed the crown on top of my head. To think…Saiyans!
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Um…I hope you like it- it's kinda weird… *sighs* But do you see how I changed the timeline a bit??? Sorry if that confuses you…but please tell me what you think!!! I would love it is anyone out there could give me "constructive" critism!!! Please? I know my grammars probably really bad and the plot's weird…but please? *looks at everyone (if anyone) reading this pleadingly* Well…if you like it I'll continue, byes.
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