Second chapter
The encounter
From this point all is well, of course, my life until this point was no wear near normal, and to help those of you who did not understand what was written in the first pages of this diary I will make a few moments to present the people that have this far appeared. My mother, Bulma, was an angel towards me; although she was a woman of strong character she loved anything that had wires or that needed fixing, and this from a very young age. She was never easily impressed or intimidated by people around her. She always had the upper hand on everything, even my father's impossible character. Nothing would have led her to believe she would one day be with him and have his children when they had first met. My father had made a long journey across many galaxies to come and destroy the world we all know. On this I will add a personal note, no my father is not human, he was born on a planet that held his name, Vegeta. He was born to a species know as the sayens, this race was well known for their thirst for fights, they where remarkably good worriers. From their union came a remarkable little being that seemed more innocent and beautiful then any sayen – who had cold stone features and a cold harsh physique – but much stronger and resistant then any human could hope to become. You've probably already guessed it, I am only half human, and witch explained my powers that I had acquired in my younger days.
My father was cold and spoke rarely; although my mother told me many times that he was capable of tenderness. I had a hard time believing it, and I had doubted my pathology many times. I found myself to be too nice compared to him, how could someone like me be the fruit of his seed? Even Yamchat, a man my mother dated before could have been my father, my character resembled his more then that of Vegeta, or at least the character I had in my younger days. As I grew older, the things I had to see, witness and do have slightly altered my personality and made me a being that resemble my father more then Yamchat.
And so for the 3 years of my life that followed the encounter on the doorstep, I had followed a rigorous training, learning how to control my Ki, a sort of power we all have, it is just more concentrated in certain individuals. My father was a sayen prince, a descendent of a long line of champions in the art of combat; it was only natural that I had a talent for such things. In the following month, I learned how to fight and even how to fly! The Ki allows for many things, I learned how to make deadly Ki blasts and many of my fathers secrets where revealed.
In an ultimate fight against my father at the end of the three years, I had understood that I was an accomplished fighter and I had surpassed my father. I was powerful, and my father could not be prouder. And it was that moment in time that he started calling me in a name he should have called me since my birth, Son.
"This is very good my son" he told me as we exited the gravity room one morning "you are making excellent progress and I am proud of you."
At that moment, a sort of relationship sprouted between my father and I, to my mother's immense pleasure. Not that it was the type of relationship a father normally had with his son, I often tried to attack him when he had his back turned, he would end up laughing as I left fuming, my cheek red from the impact of his fist on flesh.
I must say that in all of my years of existence, this part of my life, how ever short and insignificant it seemed, was my favourite. My sweet innocent youth, having no care in the world. The only problems that seemed so important to me then, yet so futile for me now, like getting a date for the prom… those sweet years where I started to do world championship tournaments and won them all. It was in those carefree years that I met her, she was the strangest creature, yet I learned to love her with all my heart
Her name was Panchat, I could never explain what drove me to care and love her so much, was it her charms? That irresistible personality of hers that seemed to stir my desires? What do I know of love… all I can say is that I have never felt the same way about other women before and certainly not even close to that feeling after, if it was not for Nirani that appeared in my after life nearly half a century later, I think I would even say I was incapable of such a feeling.
Panchat came from a far away planet called Vinea. She had been sent to earth to make trade and military exchanges between her planet and earth. We had met in the halls of Capsule corp. by coincidence, or luck. I could not take my eyes of off her as we passed each other in the hall; she had such beautiful green eyes. As I look back on that moment, I could have only hope that she felt the same way at that moment, as it where, my eyes where only for her and so was my attention. So understandably I was not looking at where I was going, I ran into my mother's poor secretary, she fell over backwards and I toppled over her, papers where flying everywhere. I got up as fast as I could, bright red I mumbled an apology as all the other secretaries peeked out of the doors to giggle, I helped her back up and then looked around to see if the siren was still there, I was disappointed, she was gone, I let my mind search for her, finding nothing I had to cheer myself up by saying I still had a chance to give a good impression seams how she did not see my blunder.
I had spent the next 2 hours looking for the goddess, walking threw the family business building; I was hoping to find her again. It was only when I had abandoned the idea that I had found her. I was on my way to the docking pads, designed by my grandfather and built by my mother that fate seemed to smile at me again. There she was, in the middle of the huge 2 story room looking threw a book that seemed to contain important information about the ship that was in front of her, she was also alone in the room. I took a moment to look at her before diving head first.
She had long white hair that cascaded down her back, free of any form of bindings. Her curious clothes showed off generous curves, and the circlet on her forehead inspired nobles or even royalty. I took a deep breath and walked towards her, well decided on trying my luck on a first contact, funny how I had never felt nervous about women before this one.
Chapter 2 YAY!
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