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Shadow's Dance
By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 8
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Goten dropped the paper like it was the plague and then preceded to walk off in a daze.
'How the fuck could I get here? This planet doesn't even fucking exist... It's impossible, implausible, and downright inconceivable!' he ranted in his head, unaware to yet another Vegetasei citizen he was about to run into.
And at that moment, they bumped heads, Goten falling upon the person into whom he crashed.
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Dende leaned back in the frail wicker chair, sighing heavily, and dropped the latest stack of papers he was shifting through in his lap with a plop.
'This "plan" of mine is getting too hard. Goten needs to find her and get it over with! I would get mad at him for dawdling, but he doesn't even know why I placed him in that alternate universe. And poor Bra... I always felt sorry for her, I don't know why. Maybe because she and Trunks are stuck in that turbulent household and boys are stronger than girls emotionally, so Trunks could fare better. And then for her to be literally abandoned, both physically and emotionally, by Goten. That girl needs someone to smile down on her from above...'
The sweat rolled down the green god's leathery skin. Even in the dark recesses of Kami's Lookout, down in the lowest, dampest, dankest rooms, it was hot. The sun looked upon the world unrelentlessly, baking everything within its grasp, its minute rays reaching every nook and cranny.
He sighed again, his breath labored from all the energy he had exerted in looking for that one vital piece of information. With it, maybe, just maybe, he could pull Goten out of that alternate universe and place him back into his rightful one yet still be able to teach him the very valuable lesson.
'Too bad it's nowhere to be found...'
And with that thought, Dende set back upon his search, continuing his quest.
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"Scum! Get up and show more respect to The Heir!" A big, burly man proclaimed loudly, his tone softening to one of deep awe as he stated 'the heir.' "The crime you have just committed is punishable with death!!"
Confused, Goten looked up to see a boy dressed simply yet elegantly.
Clothed in dark slacks, along with a silk navy button up shirt of equal extravagance, he walked with an air of dignity, even for one so young. Raising his eyes higher, he spotted a small golden crown resting delicately upon the boy's soft ebony curls, contrasting greatly with the black locks. The boy could have been described with an almost gentle persona, except for the deep frown creasing his teenaged forehead.
With a flick of his hand, the young heir dismissed his men, although the big, burly one left only after a few protests.
The young boy was intrigued by this man before him. He reminded him of someone.
"Do you not know how to properly address a future king, sire?" The boy asked with eloquence. He gestured to Goten, and made a bowing motion, while keeping eye contact, expecting Goten to mimic his actions, and Goten did.
"Sorry, however I was not aware of a prince's presence until you just now made it clear" Goten began.
"Oh. Were you not taught of the royal line in your educational studies? I should talk to Mother or Grandfather about that. Maybe Uncle will be able to fix it." The boy, only about fourteen, asked with curiosity.
"There is no need to involve them in this. You see, I'm not exactly from around here...."
"Everyone across the planet is educated in this" the boy stated in confidence.
"By around here, I meant the planet. I'm from a planet called Chikyuu... Earth... and last I knew, this planet did not exist."
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Meanwhile, back in the right time, and on the right planet, Bra silently shut the door to Jouen's room.
'The poor boy, no father, and no hope for one it seems. I wish against all wishes that I could provide him with that. Every child needs a father figure, one to look up to, no matter if he really isn't that great. Jouen does too. If only I could give him one.'
Suddenly, something occurred to her, an idea flashing in the dark of her mind. Her eyes lit up, shining with a new hope.
"I can give him something to make up for that, and I will." She spoke aloud to the quiet hallway, her voice set in resolution and her tone definite and sure.
"I will..."
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Shadow's Dance
By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 8
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Goten dropped the paper like it was the plague and then preceded to walk off in a daze.
'How the fuck could I get here? This planet doesn't even fucking exist... It's impossible, implausible, and downright inconceivable!' he ranted in his head, unaware to yet another Vegetasei citizen he was about to run into.
And at that moment, they bumped heads, Goten falling upon the person into whom he crashed.
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Dende leaned back in the frail wicker chair, sighing heavily, and dropped the latest stack of papers he was shifting through in his lap with a plop.
'This "plan" of mine is getting too hard. Goten needs to find her and get it over with! I would get mad at him for dawdling, but he doesn't even know why I placed him in that alternate universe. And poor Bra... I always felt sorry for her, I don't know why. Maybe because she and Trunks are stuck in that turbulent household and boys are stronger than girls emotionally, so Trunks could fare better. And then for her to be literally abandoned, both physically and emotionally, by Goten. That girl needs someone to smile down on her from above...'
The sweat rolled down the green god's leathery skin. Even in the dark recesses of Kami's Lookout, down in the lowest, dampest, dankest rooms, it was hot. The sun looked upon the world unrelentlessly, baking everything within its grasp, its minute rays reaching every nook and cranny.
He sighed again, his breath labored from all the energy he had exerted in looking for that one vital piece of information. With it, maybe, just maybe, he could pull Goten out of that alternate universe and place him back into his rightful one yet still be able to teach him the very valuable lesson.
'Too bad it's nowhere to be found...'
And with that thought, Dende set back upon his search, continuing his quest.
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"Scum! Get up and show more respect to The Heir!" A big, burly man proclaimed loudly, his tone softening to one of deep awe as he stated 'the heir.' "The crime you have just committed is punishable with death!!"
Confused, Goten looked up to see a boy dressed simply yet elegantly.
Clothed in dark slacks, along with a silk navy button up shirt of equal extravagance, he walked with an air of dignity, even for one so young. Raising his eyes higher, he spotted a small golden crown resting delicately upon the boy's soft ebony curls, contrasting greatly with the black locks. The boy could have been described with an almost gentle persona, except for the deep frown creasing his teenaged forehead.
With a flick of his hand, the young heir dismissed his men, although the big, burly one left only after a few protests.
The young boy was intrigued by this man before him. He reminded him of someone.
"Do you not know how to properly address a future king, sire?" The boy asked with eloquence. He gestured to Goten, and made a bowing motion, while keeping eye contact, expecting Goten to mimic his actions, and Goten did.
"Sorry, however I was not aware of a prince's presence until you just now made it clear" Goten began.
"Oh. Were you not taught of the royal line in your educational studies? I should talk to Mother or Grandfather about that. Maybe Uncle will be able to fix it." The boy, only about fourteen, asked with curiosity.
"There is no need to involve them in this. You see, I'm not exactly from around here...."
"Everyone across the planet is educated in this" the boy stated in confidence.
"By around here, I meant the planet. I'm from a planet called Chikyuu... Earth... and last I knew, this planet did not exist."
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Meanwhile, back in the right time, and on the right planet, Bra silently shut the door to Jouen's room.
'The poor boy, no father, and no hope for one it seems. I wish against all wishes that I could provide him with that. Every child needs a father figure, one to look up to, no matter if he really isn't that great. Jouen does too. If only I could give him one.'
Suddenly, something occurred to her, an idea flashing in the dark of her mind. Her eyes lit up, shining with a new hope.
"I can give him something to make up for that, and I will." She spoke aloud to the quiet hallway, her voice set in resolution and her tone definite and sure.
"I will..."
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