Fates 1

Years before Planet Vegeta met its demise, a young girl was born. Unwanted by her parents, she was ban from her family. The young girl was expected to die out on her own, but to their surprise, lived. The young Saiyan journeyed around the small plant with know knowledge. She didn't know how to talk, but only a few small words. The young girl wondered far; to the Royal Palace where only the royal family and guards were only allow access. Seeing as the girl was a low class Saiyan, she would be killed on spot for trespassing, no matter what her age was. Yet the girl had no knowledge that she was trespassing on royal grounds; so she kept wondering closer to the castle's walls.

The King of the Saiyans stood out on the tallest balcony, looking over the land of his people. His eyes spotted the girl trying to climb the walls but falling on her back each time. The king's eyes narrowed as he scowled. He flies down behind her. The girl looked behind her and stood up. Her eyes wide in awe, as she waddled up to him and clung onto his long red cape. He looked back at her a bit pissed. The king reached back, grabbed her by the back of her tiny armor, held her up to his face, and growled. The girl was cheery, wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, hugging him, and mutters, "Daddy."

The king gasped and closed his eyes wondering what his people would think if he would be seen with a low class Saiyan. He snarled, grabbed her by the sides and pulled her away from him. She giggled as his hands touched her sides. The cheery Saiyan girl touched the small soft spot on his heart. The king had longed wanted a daughter in his life but sadly, his wife had died before giving him one. The king walked to the gardens and sat under a tree, still holding the girl in his arms. He sat her in his lap and looked at her, slowly wanting to take the orphan in as his own. He opened his mouth as if to talk but never knew what to say to child so young. At least his lips opened again as he muttered, "What is your name, girl?"

"Name?" She looked at him dumbfounded. Not understanding what he meant.

The king sighed and said "What's your age?"

She giggled, held up index and middle finger and said "Tree."

He chuckled and lifted up her ring finger to make three. She looked at her fingers, confused, and then looked back at him giggling; her cheek's a rosy red.

"You're always so merry," The king smiled, held her close to his heart and closed his eyes. "You don't have a name… Hmm…" He thought for a moment before saying. "Cynthia, Pattie, Caroline, Passion, Marie, Ca-"

She clapped her hand, giggling and repeating "Marie," Repeatedly.

He chuckled and said. "Marie it is." Final having a daughter in his life makes him feel happier, even if she is not his own blood.