I do not own The Lion King or any of it's characters

Okay I got this idea while ranting in my head about how almost no one pays any attention to Kopa. I was looking through all these stories, and no matter how much I love Kiara, I like Kopa a lot too. And he adds massive amounts to the story-he's one of the main reasons Simba and Nala resent the Outsiders so much, and why they're so protective of Kiara. I also dislike how Nala seemed to have so much of a side-role in TLK2, so here is her story. Or at least, one of my versions of it. It will start at the end of The Lion King, and finish at the end of The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. It won't be a whole story straight through, though. Sometimes I'll only skip a few days later, and sometimes a year, ect. I don't know how long it will be-maybe a five-shot or something.

Rafiki raised my fluffy ball of a son high into the sky, a mark, symbolizing his future crown, upon his forehead. Squinting slightly, the cub yawned, as though he had just been woken up from a nap. He has, I thought smiling. I nuzzled my mate, and my prides new king, warmly, happier than I'd ever been before. Scar was gone, and the Pride Lands were new and green again. It was hard to believe it had only been three short months since Simba had overthrown The Tyrant, or Scar, if you're talking names.

But all that aside, I was overflowing with joy at the thought of my new prince. Our new prince. Our Kopa. The words seemed so right, so peaceful.
Not a worry or dark thought was even existent in my mind, and as the whole kingdom before us bowed, A cool wind blew over us. The clouds above us parted, and the face of Mufasa himself seemed to smile down upon us. The sunshine acting as a spotlight, Kopa giggled out at the bowing kingdom before him.
Seeing the beams of light that shone around him, Kopa struck his paw out at them, swatting at the peaceful rays, and making Simba and I smile again at our new son. The picture of innocence. How any animal would ever be able to hurt one of these things was unknown to me. It showed even more of the darkness within Scar's mind.

Rafiki slowly made his way back to me and my mate, smiling politely. I gazed out at my kingdom... well, my and Simba's kingdom, anyway. Animals of every kind were gathered to meet their new prince and future king, much like how they had for generations.

Rafiki paused in front of me, and seeing how I was curled up on the ground, he set Kopa in the circle that my body formed. Kopa nuzzled me, snuggling up against me. He fell asleep quickly, and slowly but surely the crowds dispersed. Within about ten minutes, all but a few of the stragglers, Rafiki, and our pride were present. Well, most of our pride, I thought, finding it odd that Zira, her cubs, and a few of her friends weren't present... I dismissed this thought fairly quickly however, and returned to codding my baby boy. Simba licked my muzzle, and I purred affectionately, Nuzzling his cheek in response. I began to groom my son, and all was peaceful. I was in a state of pure bliss. I hadn't been this happy since I first re-met Simba... no, this was even better than that. Because now I not only had my beloved best friend and mate with me, I also had my perfect, beautiful son.

Remember who you are.

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A few weeks later...

Seven week-old Kopa bounded up to me, tackling me playfully and chewing on my ear. I raised my eyebrows, smiling. "And where were you, Kopa? Don't tell me you forgot that it was time for your bath..." I grinned mischievously, before snatching up my son by the scruff of his neck. I pulled him in front of me and set about grooming him, licking his head, firmly but affectionately.

"Mo-om! You're messing up my mane!" I raised my eyebrows yet again. Talk about a blast from the past.

"Uh-huh." My eyes twinkled. This was fun. "So, what were you doing, mane-boy?" He gave me one more scowl for good measure, but I could tell he wasn't really mad. Slightly miffed, maybe, but not mad.

"I was out playing with Sahari..." he started slowly.

Sahari was his best friend, and also whom he was betrothed to, much to his disgust. His and his friend's response to this tidbit of information when I overheard Zazu first telling him was quite similar to mine and Simba's at their age: "Eww, gross! I can't marry Sahari/Kopa, they're my best friend!" which was accompanied with a disgusted scowl from each of them, respectably.

I smiled, letting him know-even though he probably already did-that I wasn't mad or ticked off. He grinned, relieved, and nuzzled me. "You can go play now, Kopa Kid." I grinned at his playful scowl-that was the "embarrassing" nickname I called him. Kopa gave me one last playful smile, before dashing down Pride Rock, off to play with his friend. Some lions might call me a bad, unprotective parent, but that wasn't the truth. I cared about my son very, very much, and made sure that he always was being watched either by me, or Zazu, or that he was closed to the pride (which he was). I was just a laid-back parent, and I didn't want to smother my son. I would never let anything hurt him though, and would give anything to save him if he was in danger. After all, he was my little Kopa Kid.

Alright, not much action in this chapter, I know. I wanted to kind of show the bond between Kopa and Nala though, and if I just jumped right into the action I think it would take away from the story. Next chapter it will really start to heat up. So, if you want an update, REVIEW! No this is not a ransom, and I will post the chapter. But do you think I really feel like writing and posting the next part if it seems like nobodies reading? I worked really hard on this idea and chapter, so for all my hard work could you not at least click that little button and jot a quick review? Yeah longer reviews are nice, but I'll take anything!