Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z
The music was soft, almost medieval ballroom type music. The atmosphere was lively and chattering could be heard all around. A woman, unlike any other, sat in a corner of the huge room and swayed to herself, she held her glass of water so not to get drunk and hummed the tune whilst rocking sideways. She knew if someone was to see her she would look a fool, but that was very unlikely, because no one wanted to look at her, no one wanted anything to do with her, she was blind, and so she was considered weak.
Her name was Panalesca, 20 years of age and the youngest of 5 sisters, her age considered her an adult, but her blindness made people think of her as a child. The planet they lived on was called Vegitasei, were a very proud race lived, a race were men trained most of there life, women cooked and bore children for most of there life and people lived in ranks; it was all a hierarchical structure. Royalty were seen most important, inferior to anyone else, then came the Generals of Vegitasei Army's, there were 4 generals in charge of 4 army's, then there was the Soldiers of Vegitasei, then there was the women, then the slaves, and finally Panalesca considered herself the last. The way people treated her she had been grown up to think of her disability as a disease, something people found disgusting. In time Panalesca grew to feel ashamed of herself, she never felt love off her parents because they were feeling the affects of her continuous bulling by strangers, she was the only one known to be born blind so everyone knew of her. The race on Vegitasei planet were called Saiyans and were very well respected throughout the universe by other races that also deem power as the number one ingredient to survival and success.
Panalesca was jolted from her daydreaming when she heard her mothers voice.
"Pan dear are you alright?" there was anxiousness in her mothers voice, she may not be able to see but this intensified her hearing and she knew her mother felt it her job to ask if she was alright.
"I'm fine, thank you" Pan smiled and ignored the pain in her chest, the pain of knowing her mother didn't want to know if she was alright.
"Good good, I'm off now to find your father, there's a buffet on in the next room, take care" her mother quickly staggered away not wanting to be seen talking to the girl everyone hated so much.
Pan sighed; she was not going to feel sorry for herself, not at such a posh party. Her family, which consisted of her glamorous sisters that 2 did modelling, one designed clothes for the queen and princess and the last who was not much older than Pan worked in a gym working out just as much as male would. Pan helped her mother cook although she was not good and just ended up slowing and infuriating her mother.
Pan could smell the food seeping in from the next room and she began to feel incredibly hungry, so grabbed her stick that had become her comfort blanket throughout the years and slowly made her way to the next room were she could sense lots of Saiyan men and hear then grovelling down the food in an animal like way. Pan felt around for the table with her stick, hitting lots of ankles on her way around earning herself growls and hisses from men and women that looked down on her. She apologized to every assault even though she knew it was hopeless, they would just hate her more for her weak attitude and ki.
Finally she smelt the food right under her nose and felt for the table, there was a velvety cloth on the table and could only imagine how rich the food was going to be. She felt around and could feel chicken legs, so she grabbed a few of them, she felt chips and grabbed as many as would fit in her hand, she found bread and grabbed a big slice when all of a sudden she was pushed to the floor by such a force it winded her.
"DIRTY VILE BITCH HOW YOU DARE TOUCH THE FOOD, THERE ARE PINCHERS TO PICK AT THE FOOD! " Pan had to lie on the floor for a few minutes to regain her breathing, when she realised a Saiyan soldier was shouting at her. She could tell this by sensing his ki, it was dangerously high and it was not normal for men to turn against women in such anger.
"ARE YOU NOT A SLAVE?" growled the man, she could hear other men trying to calm him down but it must of only infuriated him more.
"ANSWER YOU DISGUSTING THING! NOW!"
"I'm sorry sir I am not" she cowered and did not dare stand up; the thought of him hitting her was not far off her mind.
"What in the hell is going on here!" boomed another mans voice and silence fell throughout the room. Pan's eyes grew wide, she was causing such a scene and knew nothing good would ever come of her presence and dreaded the outcome of this situation. Pan froze at just the mention of two words.
"Your Highness…."
Pan lay still as she knew he would be looking at her, but what she didn't realise was how he was studying her soft features. She jumped when she felt herself being lifted off the floor and next to a very hi ki, she didn't dare move.
"You will come with me" he hissed, and with that he dragged her through the hordes of people to many whispers. They sniggered when Pan winced at the force he was putting on her wrist. Please, don't hurt me she prayed to herself.