In the spirit of National Novel Writing Month, I'm writing a fanfiction following those rules for the event.

As always, I hope my works inspire whoever reads them and make them feel as if they are not alone.

Any questions, concerns, ect., please contact me.


Many things can happen in just one second. I have had many seconds.

I have had a second when I was thrown into seclusion. I have had a second when I found a way out.

I have had seconds of love, fear, anger.

I have had seconds of my blood running cold, seconds of adrenaline flowing through my veins as I escape death.

That was a long time ago.

As an immortal, my life has been extensively full of fear. Many believe that I have nothing to be afraid of.

They are wrong.

I am the only immortal I have ever met. If I had met more, I wouldn't be so lonely. Everyone that I have ever loved has died before they had a chance to live.

The guilt eats me alive at times.

On my home planet, I had protectors. Many of them, through the years. They have all died of either old age or attacks from the others. Every time I get new protectors, I get two at a time, incase one of them dies.

My father arranged a secret group of collaborators. Military generals, leaders, elites.

He told them to protect me at all costs.

After my father had his time, the collaborators put me into what was essentially a prison. I had no way of getting out without the collaborators finding out and putting me into solitary confinement. A small cell made of the strongest material on this planet. Even I couldn't break through it. I would take any possible opportunity to get out of here.

Then one day, my main advisor, Nappa, came to me with groundbreaking news.

"King," He said, out of breath from sprinting to my cell, "The collaborators have found something that may help you."

With my head in my hand, I sighed and motioned for him to continue.

"At the other side of the galaxy, there's a small planet, and if we go there, we might be able to cover up your, uh, issue," He looked around the room, making sure there were no spies, as there were regularly. They too died all too soon.

"Continue," I said, bored in my execution, but thrilled in my mind.

"They have magic balls, and apparently they can grant you any wish you please."

"What is your point, Nappa?" I sat up and erected my posture.

"My Lord, if we travel to this planet we may wish for you to be an immortal, and be able to cover for you with the excuse of a wish," He bowed at the waist, his head falling low.

"Arrange a meeting for me with the collaborators. I wish to discuss the situation with them before our departure."

Nappa stood again and nodded, leaving the room and locking it behind him.


Nobody sees the royal family. It's tradition. The only times I'm allowed out is when there is a festival or holiday, and I pose as a descendant, the 'new' king.

I stopped aging when I was hardly an adult, my soft face holds the same shape it did more than two thousand years ago. I sighed and gazed into the small mirror on my stone wall. I do not see the point of having it, because my face never changes.

Before my seclusion, I have made many, many friends, if they can be called such. Only several of them were regular civilians. Mostly my 'friends' consisted of the royal guard or maids.

The people I was fond of, the people that treated me normally.

None of them ever really knew me. I took pictures with them, hoping to figuratively immortalize them with photos. I kept them in a small lockbox.

I have attended too many funerals incognito. I have made too many friends without telling them my secret, what happened to me and why I have to be kept in a cell.

My second advisor, Raditz, came to my cell, the iron lock clanking around as he opened it from the outside.

I could escape at any time, but I choose not to, so I can appease the collaborators. It's in my best interest to keep them happy.

"My Lord," He says, bowing immediately and talking to the ground, "The collaborators wish to meet with you immediately, and requested that Nappa and I be your advisors along the trip.

I nodded, "Take me to them. I want to get this done with."

"Yes, Lord," He stood upright, allowing me to pass by before following me down the hall into the main collaborator's office, where the whole board was seated.

Raditz spoke for me, "Dear collaborators, your King."

They all stood and bowed out of formality, but I knew none of them truly and honestly respected me. I nodded to them and took my empty seat at the head of the table. The head collaborator, Ackee, stood and cleared his throat.

"King Vegeta, if I may make a suggestion," He paused for my permission to continue.

"You may."

With his hands clasped together he leaned forward slightly, announcing their discovery.

"As out researchers have discovered, there are wish-granting orbs on a distant planet. It would take a long time to travel there, but as time is obviously not an issue for you, my King, I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking the trip," He sat, folding his hands on the desk, waiting for my answer.

"As far as the travel time, how long would the trip be?"

"A year at the most with our latest ship technology. The total wait would be two years, though, because we wish to send Raditz to the planet alone to asses the level of danger. All to assure your safety, of course," Ackee closes his eyes and waits for a response.

"As far as I'm concerned, Ackee, I am perfectly capable of protecting myself, but if it gives you comfort, I will allow this plan to come into action. Of course, I will want Nappa traveling with me when I leave, but I also want scouters active and with me at all times so I may communicate with Raditz on his excursion."

"Of course, my King, whatever you please."

"Is that all?" I cross my arms, impatient.

"No, actually," The collaborator's second in command, Rambu, stood and folded his hands in the same fashion as Ackee, "It appears that the planet the orbs are on, is the same planet the second son of Bardock was sent after his birth, Raditzs' little brother."

"This is important to me, for what reason, Rambu?" I uncross my arms as he scrambles to explain himself.

"W-well, he is a full blooded saiyan, my Lord, and given that he has grown significantly in the past twenty five years, he could be a possible advisor, if you wish him to be, of course, my Lord," He sat, finished with his statement.

"If he proves to be strong enough, then I will consider him," I cross my arms again, "I have another request, if we are finished with the matter of the boy."

"Of course, King Vegeta," Ackee stood, "We will do everything in our power to be sure this mission goes as planned."

I nodded, "I wish to be released from my room for the year the Raditz is not present. You may assign me another advisor for the time if you wish, but given I run into conflicts on this planet I want to be physically prepared. My muscles haven't exactly been growing in my tiny cell."

The collaborators looked between each other with concerned looks, wordlessly debating with one another on how to deal with my request.

Rambu nodded to the others, coming to a decision, "You may, but you must sleep there, yet training, eating and your personal hygiene may be preformed elsewhere."

I nodded, appeased, "Alright. I want Raditz to leave today, within the hour. Ackee, see to it that Raditzs' ship is set to the correct coordinates. Rambu, Set up three scouters for Raditz, Nappa, and myself."

I turn and leave the room, swiftly walking back into my cell and retrieving the dusty spandex suit folded in the lone desk drawer.

"My Lord, don't you think you're being a bit hasty? You have an entire year, do you not?" Raditz stood at the entry, a hand over his chest. I turn to him with a grimace.

"Raditz, a year to someone who is millennia old is like the length of tea time for you. Now if you'll remind me where the training rooms are located," I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to escort me.

"Oh, yes, this way, King Vegeta," He turned on his heel and led me down a few hallways to the wide wooden doors of the training areas.

"Thank you, Raditz. I want you to get going. I will see you in two years time," I opened the doors and smelled the old familiar smell of sweat and old punching bags. I smiled to myself as I changed.

Nothing in the room had changed except for a few new fixtures and obviously new equipment. I stroll around, not knowing where to start. My eyes fixate on a small panel on the wall toward the back of the room. Upon closer inspection, there is a small label above the panel engraved with the words, WEIGHT SIMULATION.

A small red 'one' appeared over the number panel, indicating the machine was off. Shrugging, I pressed 'two', then 'Enter'.

The room became warm, my limbs magnetized to the ground. I struggled to keep my footing as I walked over to one of the punching bags. I could hardly lift my arms let alone punch the bag hard enough to make it move. I sigh, opting to try to walk instead of trying to damage anything.

The room seemed smaller under the increased gravity. All of the equipment looked far more intimidating than it did when I had first walked in.

A hard knock on the wooden door caught my attention.

"King, are you in there?" Nappa asked, seeming concerned.

"Yes, Nappa, I am. Leave me be, and have a meal ready for me when I am finished, "I struggled to catch my breath after such a long sentence, but Nappa didn't seem to notice.

"Yes, Lord," I heard his heavy footsteps recede down the hallway.

This may be the longest year of my life.


First chapter finished. Any fic writer knows the hardest parts to write are the beginning and end to a fic.

I hope you enjoyed it, please review, PM, ect. with anything.

~MVO