Preface

Vegitasei Royal Palace

* Sunday, September 7th, 6:18pm *

As the last of the daylight's heavenly glow was extinguished from the entire west wing, standing at the bottom of the unnaturally cracked marble staircase, a young man kept his long lavender hair covering his face glowering at the reflective floor as a chamber door slammed shut before a metallic and glass object broke somewhere in the west wing of the palace. That instant he turned around abruptly almost knocking over his mother who struggled to keep her shaking hand over her mouth while trying to contain her shock and retain the river of tears that threatened to spill over. Biting his bottom lip, he could not keep his elongated canines hidden as he tried to figure out what excuse that he could give her. He knew that he had broken the agreement that his father and their esteemed friend had made when he was only a small child. But what he didn't expect was for her to be the first one to say something about the situation at hand.

"How could you do that to her on the eve of war," She whispered as a single red tinged drop slipped free, "She would have understood that you are…?"

Holding up his hand to silence her rambling, he shook his head in denial, "This is the best thing that I can do for her, Mother. She doesn't need to be mixed into all of the... the royal insanity that we live in."

A tightly balled up fist connected with his gut before he could even comprehend that his only sibling, his prized sister, had hit him with all the strength she could muster before she ran up the stairs while he bent down to pick up the only gift that hid the young woman's true nature. The pendant's lock broke and swung open to reveal a picture of both of them sitting in the lit rose garden leaning against each other sharing secrets not even a month ago.

"My father says that this hunk of metal is to hide the secret to our family's nature," Pan played with the pendant as she looked confused. "The books said that Saiyan women have a harder time when they transform because they are surrounded by the opposite sex and it will either help her chose who she is meant to be with or completely lose control. Do you think I am strong enough?"

Brushing a lose strand of ebony hair back behind her ear, he smiled softly, "I promise that I will never let anything happen to you when you transform."

"When will that be?" Her innocent eyes looked up at him.

"About the time you turn twenty-four," He kept his voice confident.

Realizing that he had made the only important mistake since his transformation, caused his heart to turn stone cold and encased with ice, he walked out the front door and vanished to the mountains where no one could see his emotions from the ordeal. This is the best thing to do for the only woman I will love…

* Bulla's POV *

Sighing mentally, I cursed my brother's stupidity harshly under my breath as I made my way along the brightly painted corridors toward my best friend's room in the guest section of my wing of the palace, ignoring every single guards moan for help as they laid on the floor or against the wall. How dare that bastard treat her like she was just like all those other normal Saiyan girls who chase him around the Capsule Corp. offices! I mean, that girl had feelings for him since, I don't know, when she was small- Gah! Stopping in front of her closed cracked and still glowing door, I raised my hand to knock while trying to get rid of the red tint of anger in my eye sight.

"Go away," The broken and enraged voice of the young warrior snapped through the door before something else broke, no doubt one of the pictures from the trips that all of us took together, "I do not want to talk to anyone right now."

"Come on, honey, it is not healthy for you to be doing this, especially since you are about to go on that trip soon," I muttered with my head resting against the door frame knowing that she could hear me even though she was in a destructive mode.

"Bulla, you didn't see the way he looked at me. I have never seen such disgust in someone's eyes; even Veggie-Chan treats me with respect even though my grandfather was his enemy in the past when dad was little. All I want to do is get rid of everything that bastard had given me and destroy them all before I curl up and die of shame."

Suddenly the anger spiked up and colored my vision with the red tint once more before I stepped back and kicked in what was left of the door in only to find her lying on the futon face down with broken glass and twisted metal scattered around her. Even on the futon, it had torn roses that my brother had given her for her birthday not even a week ago only leaving the white one whole. "You will not die even if I have to stay glued to your side forever."

"Just leave me to my fate," She said softer, as if had given up fighting for her life and what she wanted.

"I cannot do that, Pan," I knelt down in the small walkway that she had left herself, "Listen, one of these days, he will realize his mistakes and come begging for you to talk to him again and maybe, just maybe, he will become the one thing us Saiyan women want, a potential mate with a strong bond."