"Fresh"
Looking back on yesterday,
I came to that cherished moment.
The glory fresh had come to stay,
And the keys were new, not bent.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hello, sir. Sorry to bother you so early," the Queen stated boldly.
"It's no bother at all, my Queen," the King replied monotonously.
"Well, your Highness, I thought you might like to be informed that the young prince begins his first training session today," the Queen informed proudly.
"Very good. Very good. About time… I'm sure he will work hard. At least I'll see to it that he does."
And so it was that the process and determination of a life took its steps into a becoming of reality…
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He stood no more than two feet tall, that little boy. His spiky, upright hair gave him the illusion of being still taller so than that. And he was only a little under precisely one year standard universal aging. (Ironically, if you must know, we humans follow the same standard. For instance, twelve months is equal to one year.) He was dressed in a simple dark navy training gi, only it hung a somewhat loosely from his young, small frame.
'TUG. TUG' ::aw… these cwothes are too bwig…::
Before the young prince were three solid men. These men you and I shall know as Trainer #1 (an intelligent, articulate, medium-sized man *elite*), Trainer # 2 (a smart, muscular type with a small frame *first class*), and Trainer #3 (a little on the dumb side, but an excellent fighter, big, brawny, and rough *first class*. We will know them by this because their actual names were never recorded and thus, I, the storyteller have no knowledge of it.
"Now, Ouji-sama, we shall begin with basic gymnastics and moves," Trainer #1 began. "For this--…"
"Ji-na-tics?" the small toddler slurred in interruption.
"Gym-na-stics. Now, this is because basic properties must be developed in order to--…" once again #1 was cut off.
"Dee-re-woped? What's dat mean?" the child asked.
"Grrr. Okay, small one. We'll start with handsprings and flips, alright?" #2 broke in calmly.
"Nuh-uh. No," the Ouji shook his head and defied the trainers.
"What?" the teachers questioned in confusion and ironically, in unison.
"Hee-hee. Otay! I was just kiddin befor'!" the prince giggled.
"*sigh* Just copy me for now, okay kid?" Trainer #1 answered. His voice was somewhat deflated.
Trainer #1 proceeded to perform series of front handsprings, back handsprings, and other "tricks" as the prince put it. One arm, two arms, front, back, up, down, the trainer flipped this way and that. The little child's eyes widened in awe, and his small mouth gaped in wonder.
"Lemme Twy! Lem-me twy!" the Ouji begged. "Pweeeeeaaaaase! Nownownownownownownownowonownownow!!!"
"Okay!" Trainer #3 screamed, losing his temper with the annoying 'twit'.
'TAPTAPTAP' was the sound of small feet padding across the room.
The youthful energetic Saiyajin prince took his position away from the threesome. What should he do? Just jump up and spin? Or was there something to it?
"Mmmoof!" he sprung off the floor into the air and turned three flips upon his descent. "Hey! Dis' not so hard!!"
He continued with his 'do-whatever-comes-to-mind' display of several rounds of tumbling and flipping. It seemed to come so… natural. And he found it invigorating… as well as fun!
"Dang! That kiddo can move like the devil!" whispered Trainer #3.
"Yep. I mean, sure, it's instinctive for a Saiyajin, but to do it so … well… at such a young age!" #2 croaked.
"Mmm. He is well balanced and seemingly gifted with fluid motion," observed whom we know as Trainer#1.
"Hee-hee! Teach me! Teach me!" the child clapped his hands and grinned a wide grin.
And so it was carried out. The trainers taught him several basic defense postures. Also training methods to do in spare time or for warm-ups. (such a pushups, curlups, etc…)
Four hours later…
"Now, watch carefully. This is--…" once again, #2 was cut off from finishing his sentence.
"HMPH!" the youngster sat down angrily with a 'THUMP'.
"Wha-whatsa matter?" asked Trainer #3.
To questions the prince only turned his head. A scowl formed on his face, giving him a chilling characteristic. His small, Saiyajin tail lashed from side to side. A hint trace of a blue aura began to surround his body.
The trio leapt backward in shock. Was that … 'ki' (or 'chi') they were viewing?
"I—'sniff' sob' I—I'm hungry!" he quivered shakily, calming down a little bit.
'TUMP' The three trainers fell to the tile-like floor. (humorously)
"phew.' I guess we could take a lunch break…" #2 reasoned.
"Yay!" the prince jumped about en feet into the air.
All three sighed with relief that he was under control. But secretly, all speculated worriedly about the small fact that the prince seemed to be radiating 'ki' (chi) power
a minute ago!
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1 Week Later…
"Oooh… Why do I hafta bawance a book on my head? Thas gurwy!" the Prince whined.
"No, Ouji, it's not 'gurwy', and by the way, that's pronounced 'girly'! It's purpose is to perfect your balance skills. It will especially benefit you, with that hair of yours… Now, run down that long, winding hall. It is a circle, so you will eventually lead back to me. Keep the book in perfect parallel balance. Do not let it fall," instructed Trainer #1."
In actuality, Trainer #1 was the only teacher left. The other two had refused to train the young price after only a few days with him. They could not stand him. Fortunately, the first trainer had much patience.
After about two attempts the boy was able to fulfill that task easily. In fact, too much ease. What was the sensei (teacher) getting at?
"Now, hold the book out in your hands. I am going to make this a little harder." Trainer #1 reached into his pocket.
What he drew forth was a small object the prince had never seen before.
"Whas that?" the Ouji asked with cute politeness. (In the tutoring classes he was learning the proper behavior of a prince.)
"A top. You wrap the string around the top part…. And spin!" The top was twirling on the book's cover.
"Oh!" The child's eyes widened to huge black dots. He looked up and stared blankly at his trainer.
Empty.
The prince's eyes were--empty.
The trainer shivered at their cold depth. They gave him a shrinking feeling. Surely the prince was not born fated to be such a… he could not find words to describe.
A small whine brought to trainer back to the grips of reality.
"Okay, child, run down the hall with the book in your hands, but keep the top spinning, …and keep it on the book," he explained. "After you've mastered this, put the book on your head, and carry out the same goal. Do you understand?" the man asked.
"Otay! I'll pwactice- I mean practice, till I get it right!" the prince explained, eager to start the challenge.
After about five tries, the Saiyajin had mastered the first task. However, the second task proved to be somewhat unnerving. The center of gravity wasn't the same! It kept twirling right over the edge! Of which, after that, the prince had to start all over again! Stupid teacher, it was easier for him, his hair didn't stick straight up and mess things up! Hmph!
The pitied attempts kept up until bedtime. Finally, the trainer sent the prince to bed…
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Next day…
"'huff' huff' Sensei! Sensei! Wook! Look!" the prince yelled as he dashed into the warrior quarters. Several elite men stared curiously at him.
Why would one of the royalty venture into such a place?
"Sensei (Teacher)! Wook at my head! See?! See?!" the Ouji pointed excitedly to his head, bouncing up and down with anticipation.
"Bejita Ouji?! What are you--…" started the trainer.
Then he glanced at the youngster's head. On top was a perfectly balanced book, and atop that was a perfectly rotating top.
"Oh! Very good, young sir! Good job Bejita Ouji…" the trainer congratulated.
"Hee-hee…" the prince grinned from ear to ear. "I ran all da way here with it on my head!" he exclaimed. "And…" he whispered "I stayed up late just to gwet it wight!"
::Just to get it right…hmmm:: the trainer contemplated that the prince sure was ambitious. A great quality to develop at such an early age. He had a feeling that the little one would go a long way…
And for the little prince… he seemed to sparkle with pride and joy. He had accomplished the training task… But still, he had many more to come. And he was exuberantly aware of it…
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"My oh my, friends. I do indeed have much planned…if I could just get it typed… Sayonara, until the next part. And please review…. It absolutely inspires me!"