One for Sorrow, Two for Joy * Part 6 * By CadeVD
*DISCLAIMER*
As much as I'd like to, I don't own DragonballZ. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be spending my millions and... well you get the picture. I do however own this story. Hope you enjoy it.
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As the door closed behind them, all the beasts two-faced respect and manners instantly disappeared. He loosened his grip on the inert body so that it collapsed to its knees in disbelief. *That power level...its impossible! He must be the most powerful being in the universe! Never have I read a power like that...* Vegeta snapped back to reality with a slight jerk. He blinked to adjust his vision, but then directed it at the floor. Lost in his thoughts the Prince started speaking absent-mindedly. "It's impossible..." In that trace of though the little warrior was hit with a force that made him hold out his paws to stop himself falling face facedown.
"Get up boy, do you expect me to carry you like a little monkey?" The Sayain scowled to himself and looked away so as not to show his anger. He stood up and dusted himself off casually. Vegeta was still getting himself together when he was pushed again. The Sayain stumbled, but didn't go down. "If you don't hurry up I'll kick you off the ship so you better get moving if you know what's good for you!" the beast bellowed. The Prince's stubborn attitude and determination to maintain his dignity ruled over his senses. He started to walk slower. *Ottousan, why aren't you here? Why aren't you here when I need you most?* In the back of his mind lay dormant the slight bit of hope that his father would save him. A sharp force then struck the little warrior at the back of his neck and he felt the cold floor wind him. As he left the conscious world the Sayain boy faintly heard the voice that echoed around his head, "Take that you little brat, I'll show you who's royalty around here!" The voice was accompanied by continuous kicks to the orphan's side until he slipped into his unconsciousness.
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He was being taken away again. There was a forceful grip on his arm. The Sayain warrior struggled for freedom as he tried his hardest keep grip of the scarlet robe "Ottousan, help me!" His father was just standing there, looking down on him, "Father, why aren't you helping me?" Vegeta's aged clone stared down at his son. The look of disgust on his face collapsed into a cruel grin. He held onto the boy's wrist joint and squeezed it hard. The pain forced the young Prince to loosen his grasp on the one he though loved most. He was dragged into the eternal darkness until he felt himself trip over an obstacle. He was seized by either arm and faced his ultimate nightmare. The changeling tightened his iron grip on the fragile body. It was then he felt himself being brutally shaken.
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"Prince Vegeta, you're awake?" Vegeta sat up. It was just a dream. Strange as it seemed, it was truly the reality of his present state. He could feel a sticky crust that trailed down the corner of his mouth. The Sayain lifted up his fist and wiped it across his jaw. When it came to his inspection Prince Vegeta noticed small scabs of his own dried up blood staining his glove. What had he let that teal tyrant do to him? That was it, no more childish tantrums, no more foolish hopes. He couldn't expect help from anyone so he would help himself, and only himself. The majority of inferior beings he met up with would fear his wrath, and those who abused him would pay later. These dark thoughts clouded the orphan child's mind. As he turned to look at the one who brought him back to this world. He could see it was a Sayain like himself as Vegeta notice the fuzzy tail wrapped around his waist. He looked slightly taller than his enemy Zarbon and he had a small crop of black spiky hair atop his head. His pointed chin stuck out below his thin moustache. For the first time since Vegeta was taken from his father, he saw a friendly smile. Instead of returning the gesture Vegeta hopped off the bench he was resting on and gave the Sayain soldier a cold stare.
"What is your name?" he asked, trying to sound like royalty.
"My name is Nappa and I'm a Sayain soldier my prince" the boy inspected the Sayain further. Not only was he inferior to the prince, but did he actually respect him too? The prince had to use these rare opportunities to his convenience.
"Take me to Frieza's base, this instant," he ordered. Maintaining his high state of respect for his Prince the Soldier answered,
"We're already here my prince" Vegeta was shocked at this, but didn't show it in his expression.
"Well then, take me to the training room now," he snapped impatiently.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta," Nappa held out his arm to show his small superior the way. As the Prince followed the soldier's lead he slowed down his pace. Nothing was to follow. He felt like royalty again.
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Chapter 6, done and done. Sorry it took so long :o(But was it worth it? If I don't get any reviews then I don't see a point of carrying on with this story. Do you people like it? If so please review and comment. I can't use my psychic powers to tell if you think my work is great or completely amateur. So could you please review, I appreciate the comments :o)
*DISCLAIMER*
As much as I'd like to, I don't own DragonballZ. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be spending my millions and... well you get the picture. I do however own this story. Hope you enjoy it.
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As the door closed behind them, all the beasts two-faced respect and manners instantly disappeared. He loosened his grip on the inert body so that it collapsed to its knees in disbelief. *That power level...its impossible! He must be the most powerful being in the universe! Never have I read a power like that...* Vegeta snapped back to reality with a slight jerk. He blinked to adjust his vision, but then directed it at the floor. Lost in his thoughts the Prince started speaking absent-mindedly. "It's impossible..." In that trace of though the little warrior was hit with a force that made him hold out his paws to stop himself falling face facedown.
"Get up boy, do you expect me to carry you like a little monkey?" The Sayain scowled to himself and looked away so as not to show his anger. He stood up and dusted himself off casually. Vegeta was still getting himself together when he was pushed again. The Sayain stumbled, but didn't go down. "If you don't hurry up I'll kick you off the ship so you better get moving if you know what's good for you!" the beast bellowed. The Prince's stubborn attitude and determination to maintain his dignity ruled over his senses. He started to walk slower. *Ottousan, why aren't you here? Why aren't you here when I need you most?* In the back of his mind lay dormant the slight bit of hope that his father would save him. A sharp force then struck the little warrior at the back of his neck and he felt the cold floor wind him. As he left the conscious world the Sayain boy faintly heard the voice that echoed around his head, "Take that you little brat, I'll show you who's royalty around here!" The voice was accompanied by continuous kicks to the orphan's side until he slipped into his unconsciousness.
* * * * * * * *
He was being taken away again. There was a forceful grip on his arm. The Sayain warrior struggled for freedom as he tried his hardest keep grip of the scarlet robe "Ottousan, help me!" His father was just standing there, looking down on him, "Father, why aren't you helping me?" Vegeta's aged clone stared down at his son. The look of disgust on his face collapsed into a cruel grin. He held onto the boy's wrist joint and squeezed it hard. The pain forced the young Prince to loosen his grasp on the one he though loved most. He was dragged into the eternal darkness until he felt himself trip over an obstacle. He was seized by either arm and faced his ultimate nightmare. The changeling tightened his iron grip on the fragile body. It was then he felt himself being brutally shaken.
* * * * * * * *
"Prince Vegeta, you're awake?" Vegeta sat up. It was just a dream. Strange as it seemed, it was truly the reality of his present state. He could feel a sticky crust that trailed down the corner of his mouth. The Sayain lifted up his fist and wiped it across his jaw. When it came to his inspection Prince Vegeta noticed small scabs of his own dried up blood staining his glove. What had he let that teal tyrant do to him? That was it, no more childish tantrums, no more foolish hopes. He couldn't expect help from anyone so he would help himself, and only himself. The majority of inferior beings he met up with would fear his wrath, and those who abused him would pay later. These dark thoughts clouded the orphan child's mind. As he turned to look at the one who brought him back to this world. He could see it was a Sayain like himself as Vegeta notice the fuzzy tail wrapped around his waist. He looked slightly taller than his enemy Zarbon and he had a small crop of black spiky hair atop his head. His pointed chin stuck out below his thin moustache. For the first time since Vegeta was taken from his father, he saw a friendly smile. Instead of returning the gesture Vegeta hopped off the bench he was resting on and gave the Sayain soldier a cold stare.
"What is your name?" he asked, trying to sound like royalty.
"My name is Nappa and I'm a Sayain soldier my prince" the boy inspected the Sayain further. Not only was he inferior to the prince, but did he actually respect him too? The prince had to use these rare opportunities to his convenience.
"Take me to Frieza's base, this instant," he ordered. Maintaining his high state of respect for his Prince the Soldier answered,
"We're already here my prince" Vegeta was shocked at this, but didn't show it in his expression.
"Well then, take me to the training room now," he snapped impatiently.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta," Nappa held out his arm to show his small superior the way. As the Prince followed the soldier's lead he slowed down his pace. Nothing was to follow. He felt like royalty again.
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Chapter 6, done and done. Sorry it took so long :o(But was it worth it? If I don't get any reviews then I don't see a point of carrying on with this story. Do you people like it? If so please review and comment. I can't use my psychic powers to tell if you think my work is great or completely amateur. So could you please review, I appreciate the comments :o)