~ Hi. This is Fire Kiss, the new author on the block. Just a quick authors note before we get started. Now, this may come a shock to you, but I don't own dragon ball, dragon ball z or dragon ball gt. I also do not own any of the characters so far. I know, I know, you're surprised. Shocked even. But, sad as it is, it's true, I don't claim any of the characters.
Now, I do however, own this story. So there. Anyway, this is basically just a prologue, to see how you, the fans like it. Now, I will NOT continue this until I get at least 10 reviews, got that? Okay, now this is just an opening, it's mostly King Vegetas p.o.v. in this. Just this, not the whole story. Okay, enough chitchat. Get on with the story!~
Little Bulma sat under the apple tree with her friend Goku, reading a book. She smiled as the sun lit the world around her, her friend laid against the tree, sleeping. All was at peace, she didn't know that her world was about to be shattered, that all her innocent mind knew would come to end. She sat, under the shady apple tree, her book in hand, and friend by her side. It was all she knew, and all she needed. But it wasn't going to last…
"Sire, we have the planet on the radar!" The sayjiin knelt before his king.
"Good, how long until we arrive?" King Vegeta asked.
"Only about 42 hours sire." The soldier replied. The king nodded serenely. "Very well. Back to your post."
The soldier bowed and left.
King Vegeta walked to the window. Stars as far as he could see, and glistining, twisting galaxies in the distance. He didn't stop to take in the beauty; he didn't recognize the strange harmony of the vast vacuum. All he saw was his reflection on the window, his cold eyes taking nothing in.
He turned around and walked back to his throne, his harsh features rearranged in a thoughtful look. Chikyuu. The planet they were going to. A world full of weaklings from what he had heard. Weak, but with amazing technology. He would harness this technology for himself, and use it against Freiza if he could. He sat down again. His thoughts turned to his own planet, Vegeta-sei, where his son was. He hoped young Vegeta was doing well in his lessons and beating his sparring professor into a pulp.
Yes, his son was truly amazing, from a very young age the boy had shown signs of incredible strength and learning. It was predicted at the prince's birth that he would become the first super sayjiin in a thousand years.
Of course, this had not surprised the king, he knew that if he himself hadn't become a super sayjiin, surly his son, his heir, his own flesh and blood, would. It was only natural the heir of his throne would be the super sayjiin, the king didn't doubt it. Still… He could not help but to be a bit jealous… He had tried so hard… But who was he to test the gods? They would chose in their own way. After all, shouldn't he be thankful for such a strong son? Such an intelligent boy? Shouldn't he feel lucky?
He laughed to himself. Lucky. The conception of his son had been just that. King Vegeta and his mate had tried so many times, and had so many miscarriages and still-births… The queen had been depressed for some time. Then, her face when she found she was pregnant again. The little glimmer of hope when her five month turn of carrying him had gone well.. Then the birth, the healthy baby boy who she spent so much time concerning herself with his wellbeing while she carried him. The happiness that had shown on her fragile features. She only held him once before she died. She had spent all her strength to bring the young prince into the world.
It wasn't fair really, the king told himself. She should have lived to see the boy now, she would be proud. She waited so long for a son.
Vegeta sighed again. He had held his mate in her last moments, when she had asked him to watch, and be a good father to their son. He had promised, and then watched her die. At least, he reasoned, she had died smiling.
For a while, he could not bring himself to look at the boy; it was too painful, he was afraid it might look too much like his mate. So he busied himself with other things. But then, the curiosity overcame him and he had to go and see the boy.
He was glad he did. He held the tiny thing in his arms and smiled one of his moments when his gruff outside vanished, to reveal a loving father. He vowed to train the boy to be a proper king.
And for the next ten years he did. He gave the boy the best of everything, education, teachers, and training.. Everything.
"Sire? Would you like a drink sire?"
King Vegeta was snapped out of his reverie. He glanced at the servent and smiled silkily.
"Thank you. Tell me when we arrive on Chikyuu.. I want to know rite away.."
"Yes sire."
~Fire Kiss here. So how do you like it so far? Now, I'm not going to continue it until I get 10 reviews.. At least.. I know, I know, I'm so mean! But a lot of people read these things and then leave without giving a review, I myself am guilty of doing this sometimes *looks sheepish* Anyway, rust review it folks, or no more story!! I mean it!!~
