A/N: This is either gonna end up being a typical GV or not, as I have no
real idea's for this, just the will to create... so it'll most likely end
up dead half way through. Feel free to flame, as it does improve my writing
quality as well as fill up my reviews =D, anyway I probably deserve every
flame I get so eh.
This fic is set before the Buu saga, with no Buu, (as I really didn't like him as a villain or anything, Cell was much cooler, a pink tub of lard never really appealed to me) But there will most likely be another villain but I don't know, because this story may lead anywhere.
The Prophet's Legend
Every 1000 years a clan of "super" saiyans are born. These saiyans' possess strength rivaling any force known to saiyankind, But there is said to be a single saiyan among all of the legendary warriors who has and ever will live to have the ultimate power, he will be known as...
3060 years before the birth of Kakarott
"My majesty, the prophet... he was murdered during a telling" Marvik bowed before the king.
"What?! How!? Has the murderer been found? If so, who was it?"
"My Majesty, General Nathu was caught at the scene with the knife in hand... still dripping with his blood, he looked... wild"
"But he was my greatest friend... How could he commit such a crime? But I have to give him the punishment fitting the crime. Give him the death sentence, it is treason to murder the prophet."
"His family my grace?"
"Lower them to third class, and see that his son Bardock the first fits into the lower school... Where is Nathu? Bring him before me!"
"Yes my majesty" "Guards! Bring the king General Nathu"
"Yes Lord Marvik"
Nathu walked in, with his back straight, dignified, even though the guards pushed him forward roughly.
"Bow before the king, wretch" One of the guards spat out.
"I do not feel compelled as to bow before someone who is blind to who his friends and enemies are." He pointedly glanced at Marvik "It was not I who killed the prophet, but if you cannot see that I was framed, I would ask you that if you must kill me, kill me with your own hand. To prove that even though my friend is a fool, that he also is a king."
Vegeta closed his eyes as if in pain.
"I beg of you, that you change your request, as you know, that according to our laws, a last request must be fulfilled within legal limits"
Nathu did not answer, he bowed before the king and faced his head towards the ground, leaving his neck open.
"Marvik would you please pass me my sword, I am not a blind fool and I will not have my kingship threatened by words of a traitor."
"Here you go, Majesty"
King Vegeta lifted the sword, closed his eyes, and brought it down upon the general's neck. Whispers of "You truly are a king Vegeta, echoed around the room, but nothing else was heard.
"Marvik, clean up this mess, a king should not have a bloody throne room"
"Yes, Majesty"
He bowed, smirked eerily, as he walked out of the throne room. The king swore he heard Marvik say "Don't worry Vegeta, you won't be a king much longer"
"Must be my old ears hearing things again" He whispered as he lapsed into sleep
This fic is set before the Buu saga, with no Buu, (as I really didn't like him as a villain or anything, Cell was much cooler, a pink tub of lard never really appealed to me) But there will most likely be another villain but I don't know, because this story may lead anywhere.
The Prophet's Legend
Every 1000 years a clan of "super" saiyans are born. These saiyans' possess strength rivaling any force known to saiyankind, But there is said to be a single saiyan among all of the legendary warriors who has and ever will live to have the ultimate power, he will be known as...
3060 years before the birth of Kakarott
"My majesty, the prophet... he was murdered during a telling" Marvik bowed before the king.
"What?! How!? Has the murderer been found? If so, who was it?"
"My Majesty, General Nathu was caught at the scene with the knife in hand... still dripping with his blood, he looked... wild"
"But he was my greatest friend... How could he commit such a crime? But I have to give him the punishment fitting the crime. Give him the death sentence, it is treason to murder the prophet."
"His family my grace?"
"Lower them to third class, and see that his son Bardock the first fits into the lower school... Where is Nathu? Bring him before me!"
"Yes my majesty" "Guards! Bring the king General Nathu"
"Yes Lord Marvik"
Nathu walked in, with his back straight, dignified, even though the guards pushed him forward roughly.
"Bow before the king, wretch" One of the guards spat out.
"I do not feel compelled as to bow before someone who is blind to who his friends and enemies are." He pointedly glanced at Marvik "It was not I who killed the prophet, but if you cannot see that I was framed, I would ask you that if you must kill me, kill me with your own hand. To prove that even though my friend is a fool, that he also is a king."
Vegeta closed his eyes as if in pain.
"I beg of you, that you change your request, as you know, that according to our laws, a last request must be fulfilled within legal limits"
Nathu did not answer, he bowed before the king and faced his head towards the ground, leaving his neck open.
"Marvik would you please pass me my sword, I am not a blind fool and I will not have my kingship threatened by words of a traitor."
"Here you go, Majesty"
King Vegeta lifted the sword, closed his eyes, and brought it down upon the general's neck. Whispers of "You truly are a king Vegeta, echoed around the room, but nothing else was heard.
"Marvik, clean up this mess, a king should not have a bloody throne room"
"Yes, Majesty"
He bowed, smirked eerily, as he walked out of the throne room. The king swore he heard Marvik say "Don't worry Vegeta, you won't be a king much longer"
"Must be my old ears hearing things again" He whispered as he lapsed into sleep