Note: THIS IS A DBZ FIC!!!!! The first part of this chapter is some background information, so please don't lose hope on me by just reading the first few lines and thinking it's original, ORIGINAL fiction! You will understand later on WHY I started the story this way!
I'm going to try and use the DBZ timeline, but I don't know the different years in DBZ... So I'm just making up the years. The warriors of Earth will have limited powers... Of course, Saiyans will still exist, but no true/major villains would have appeared. This is an Alternative Universe.
Thank you Vegeta's True Love for editing this chapter! (FYI... the majority of this chapter was written at 2 am the night of my wisdom teeth removal... so, you would THINK I would make a few typing errors because of all the meds I took that day. --)
Summary: The truth was revealed about one's past; it was all because of a History lecture, which a single girl's life would forever change.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Never have, and I never will.
Royalty At Heart
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(Year 1005)
The clomping of horse hoofs was heard in the distance of the cold, rainy night. The horses continued to move along the wet, cobbled roadway in a unison manner as they began to invade the walls of a palace.
The rustling of heavy and thick cloaks swept across the cold stone hallways every once in a while. This was the escape attempt of a woman and young child as they dashed through the many passageways of their home. It was currently being invaded, raided. Everything in their paths were crushed and killed...
Heavy panting echoed the halls as well as the clapping of thick soled boots as the two females leaped to the nearest door. Hopefully they would have a chance to avoid an unnecessary death.
"Death to the monarch's" shouted the peasants and commoners of the country. And death to the monarchs it would be.
They had already slay the king, and imprisoned the queen. Now, all that was needed was the heir to the throne. All the cousins and uncles and aunts to the throne had been destroyed, exterminated, slaughtered by the hands of these people who wished for independence from this family.
Independence. That was what the people wanted after another colony, on the other side of the world, gained and claimed to be free from the iron grip of the royals. Never again would they wish to have one of the bloodline walking, breathing, living...
The older woman grabbed onto the young child, as she swung her from running out into the open street. The woman held the child close to her bosom as they hid in the dark. Water droplets trickled down their faces since their cloaks had no hoods; the thick material was becoming soaked with the buckets of heavy rain beating on their sun-deprived bodies. The rain was falling fast, and to the child, it almost felt like constant whipping as it continued to fall on her.
The woman, a maid to the royal family for years, ever since she was a child, used her hand to cover the young child's mouth as a muffled cry was expressed from the pain she experienced.
The maid knew she would need to get this young child to shelter; yet, she also needed to get this young girl out of the city.
The blue eyes she wiped tears away from, this child's eyes looked like they were delicately painted with a coat of silver. They shimmered as more tears came onto her eyes. The young girl's face was matted with small traces of mud; it gave her the look of being a young peasant girl. That was exactly what the maid had hoped for as the young child began to shake with muffled sobs.
This young girl... the princess, the heir to the throne, needed to be taken out of the city, out of this country... She needed to be taken somewhere safe.
The maid knelt down, and scooped the young child up; she continued to keep her delicate palm over the young child's face. And, quickly, adjusting the homespun cloak over her arms, she carried the child under the soaked clothing as a means for protection to the young, wanted child.
As the woman began to slide and dash down different pathways in the blinding rain, she was able to reach city limits; however, she was forced to dive into a pile of sopping wet hay.
The maid did her best to cover the child in the animal food/floor covering as scooted out of the pile once more. Just standing up in the rain, she gazed down at the young child. Somewhere in that time she madly dashed around in the city, the girl fell victim to sleep. Her long lashes covered the brilliant silver eyes, only inherited by the monarch's of the kingdom. It was an advantage to the girl since she was not public knowledge; she would be safe... for the time being.
It was a wonder, however, that she was never given a name. Usually children around her age were never given a name till they reached the ripe old age of seven. That was an indication to the people that this child, in particular, would live on to see adulthood. It was a blessing to those who had children that lived to see their seventh birthday!
Rearranging the young girl's cloak, attempting to keep her as dry and as warm as possible, she gave a small smile as she looked down to the young one. She would become a graceful young lady. The maid just prayed that this young princess would live to see the next day. This woman, however, needed to find a new place to live. She knew it would be easier to travel without the princess, but the risk of her dying in the hands of the mob lay before her.
'I will return in the morning,' she thought silently. And twisting her cloak over her arms once more, the maid blended in with the darkness of the night.
Meanwhile...
"I told yeh that them cows are doing just fine outside!" exclaimed an angered male voice inside the home; the man had a thick country accent. He began to put on his thick shoes.
"Just check! I don't want to wake up finding our entire steer drowned because of the near by river!" exclaimed his wife back from inside the home.
The husband snarled as he covered his body with a thick leather hide to protect himself from the rain. Hail was to be expected any moment. The man grumbled as he walked to the field looking around at the steer. And counted each one that stood under a full, lush oak tree.
He smiled; all were accounted for! Now he could go back into his home and sit by a good sized fire.
He walked past the hail piles, glancing at each one. Due to the heavy rain, all were going to be moldy in the morning. "Wonderful..." he muttered in a sarcastic tone as he passed by the one closest to the barn. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at the sight of fresh footprints made in the mud.
And being human, his curiosity took over. He began to inch closer and closer to where the footprints led him. He paused at the hay pile noticing homespun material. The heavy rain continued to pour onto this material... it almost looked like a cloak!
At he touched the cloak, he nearly shrieked as he jumped back.
It moved!
He paused looking down to the item once more. What should he be afraid of?! He was a man! He was to be fearless, not act as a young girl who spotted a roach passing by!
Gaining his courage once more, he grabbed the cloak, and snatched it into the air.
That was when he noticed the young girl attached to the cloak as she screamed in pain. And the farmer almost dropped her as his eyes widened.
"What was that Ulviseh?" shouted his wife from in the house, and making her way down to where her husband stood. He just remained in the spot for what seemed as an eternity as he watched something.
Was that sobbing?
The woman, neglecting the fact she was outside in cold rain without a coat of some sort, she walked up to her husband with a look of concern.
"Ulviseh?" she questioned more softly as the rain began to slow down. He just continued to stare at the sobbing figure.
The farmer's wife also turned her head in the direction her husband gazed too. She gasped.
"Oh! By the angels in heaven!" she exclaimed with a joyful tone as she went down to the young child and embraced the shivering girl. The older woman didn't mind the fact that her clothes were also being covered in mud and water. "They've sent us a young child to watch over! To take care of!" She collected the young princess in her arms, and snuggling her. "It's alright sweetie," the woman cooed as he began to sooth the princess with her calming words.
The child shoved her face in the clothing of the woman. She didn't care that this person was a complete stranger. All she cared about right now was someone to watch her... She was taken away from her family, her home, her destiny! She just wanted to be comforted... She just wanted to feel safe...
"What's your name, sweetie?"
The girl unburied her head from the woman's clothing, her silver eyes shining with a confused gaze.
"Did you not receive one?"
The young princess looked down disappointed.
The woman smiled as she wiped away a tear falling from the pure silver eyes of the child. "That's alright." And, standing up, the woman carried the petite child; she was almost as light as a feather! Did her pervious guardians feed her?! "Since you are nameless, young one, I will be giving you one. And because you were all alone on my husband's plantation, I'll be your new mommy! My husband will be your daddy!"
The farmer placed a bulky hand on his wife's shoulder as he glanced to her cautiously. "Are you sure you want to do this? She isn't one of our bloodline-"
"Of course! Since we can't have any children of our own, we will raise this one as our own!" The cherubic smile of the farmer's wife returned as she looked to the young girl. "Yes, young... Videl, we will take good care of you."
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(Year 4023)
"And so, this revolution, which took place over three thousand years ago freed the land which we now call Asia, Europe, and Africa." The teacher looked down to her book, and used her index finger to shove the falling glasses back up. "And also Australia, when it was once a part of the large land mass."
A hand was raised from one of the students.
The teacher pointed over to the male. "Yes, Gohan?"
"What about the royal family? Were they completely exterminated?" questioned the hybrid Saiyan as he diligently listened.
The teacher smiled as she placed the textbook, she carried, on the table behind her, "Yes, the mob of people completely destroyed the royal bloodline. However, there was some arguing about if the young royal couple had any children. They were only eighteen when they were destroyed, yet they were married about five years before; some rumors had it that the royals had a child, but none were found. But many miscarriages were accounted for from the young couple; and yes, the parents of the young king and queen were also destroyed along with their relatives so no one could come and claim the throne."
Gohan gave a slow nod as he leaned back into his very uncomfortable plastic chair. His black locked friend, Videl stared at the male strangely as she also leaned back in her chair with crossed arms.
"Sometimes I wonder about you..." muttered Videl as she zoned out the teacher's ramblings.
Gohan raised and eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side. "Why do you say that?" he asked her softly.
She smirked at him as she closed an eye. "It makes me wonder where you keep all this knowledge. I would think, by now, that school work would have killed you."
Gohan scratched the side of his head as a sweatdrop fell from the side, "Why would the school work kill me?" he questioned to her.
Her smirk widened as she turned back to the teacher, "Because with all that knowledge, you would think someone's head would explode!"
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