"I Have A Shrinking Feeling"
I have a shrinking feeling,
The time is coming,
My mind is reeling.
I have a shrinking feeling,
It's getting worse,
There is no healing.
I have a shrinking feeling,
The climax is near and I fear,
That I shall soon be kneeling.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER FIVE
A young boy bolted upright. He kicked the covers off his bed at this notion, but only by accident.
" GASP' huff' huff, " his breathing came in short, raspy puffs.
:: Whas dat… a dweam?:: he wondered to himself. :: Yes… only a nightware… but it seemed too weal!::
The little toddler was unaware of the liquid seeping from the corners of his large eyes. He slowly pushed back his fringe of bangs and revealed his perspiring forehead. The nightmare was simply agitating!
Death.
His father.
His mother.
His planet.
Death.
Death.
Death.
Ah, such a vivid vision to befall one so young…but beware… Be there meaning shrouded beneath thou?
Death…
Then one-and-a-half year old tried to fight the steadily rising lump in his throat. He had to push it back… Already, he had learned of the bleak attitude of the high classes… especially royalty. He had to keep a strong composure! It was futile to resist… It was no use! The dream… no- nightmare was just too real! Several muffled sobs escaped him. He tried to drown the evil, salty, liquid flowing freely from his eyes in his pillow. It just wouldn't stop. He cried. A royal prince… he cried! And he cried… secretly very much afraid to fall asleep again…
But alas, no matter how hard he resisted… sleep found way to him once again…
He awoke the next morning to the ever-annoying alarm buzzer.
'THUMP'
"Erk!' I fell outta bed! Waaah!"…Needless to say, he felt pretty groggy…
"Lemme see…" he wondered aloud. "It was 'bout 3:00am when I wast wooked at da cwock…which was right befor' I fwell aseep… now it's five 'o cwock A-M… So dat means…"
He looked at his fingers.
" 1,…3,…2? No dat's not it! How'd it go again? Otay. Five minus three ekals
("equals" –auth.) tw-oo. Aw… only tw-oo hourses ("hours") of sweep!"
He balled his hands into tiny fists and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He had only fifteen minutes to get ready for another busy day… Young princes have very tight schedules.
School, training, eating, napping, school, training, eating, napping, school, training, eating, napping…….*sigh* All was to fit in one day! Every seven days he only went half a day… kind of a "break". But the other half was usually spent sleeping.
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"Brrrr'!" he shivered involuntarily as he stepped out of the bath. He hated it when he felt cold after getting out!
"Hee…" he wriggled his toes, feeling the warm, fuzzy rug beneath. He wanted to lie down and snuggle up in that rug, but he had to get on with the day…
The surrounding slaves fluffed him dry with warm towels; they felt like they had just come out of the dryer! They then dressed him for early morning schooling in a comfy, navy outfit with long sleeves and pants. It was a tad too big, but hey, he was only one-and-a-half! Surely he would grow soon!
"I don't wanna go to scwool today…" he mumbled. "I wanna go bwack to sweep…"
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Everything was getting complicated… Freezer was obviously vying for absolute power over the Saiyajin race! First a treaty, then a contract! The King rubbed his temple. He could feel a bad headache approaching…
The doors to the small, isolated, room opened.
"Hello, your Majesty," the Queen addressed.
She knelt as a sign of respect and took her seat beside him.
"How are things?" she inquired.
"Not looking very optimistic," the King grumbled.
"Oh,…" she paused, searching for comforting, but not too personal words.
"You needn't worry so much. I'm sure the empire will rise to a status of high glory with this newfound work," she settled on.
"Yes, I suppose," the King replied lowly; pessimistic thoughts filled his head.
:: Saiyajins love to fight; to be challenged! There is no honor in murdering the innocent souls! Glory days are short-lived. What a pitifully dangerous risk to take for survival! Still, as always, we Saiyajins must rise to the occasion!::
"Infants are on the move to weak planets for training, teams are moving out on missions, and our system has been upgraded and firmly established," the Queen announced, breaking the King's train of thought.
"Very good," he replied. His face remained set and his voice blank. The Queen had always been skilled in governmental areas…
The King drowned in his thought, while his mouth set to autopilot. He responded to the Queen's babbling while not even paying attention…
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The villainous being sat almost motionless in the tall chair, overlooking, seemingly, the galaxy forth. He swished the red wine in his glass around impatiently. He raised it to his thin, black lips and gulped down a small sip.
"Mmm… Bergandian," he cooed.
Bergandian Wine was of Freezer's favorite drinks. Many sweet ingredients… alcohol… and lastly… Bergandian blood… made the drink interesting and unique. It had a sweet taste with hinted blood, one of which he loved. The touch of alcohol made his head swim; being dizzy was a delight. It was a very strong mixture to affect Freezer, for his strength was unbelievable…
:: Hmmm. These Saiyajins should prove to be an interesting hobby. They are strong, but I easily overpower them… I'll work them extremely hard after a while… just to see their reaction… Oh, so many plans… How joyous!::
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One Day later…
"Might I inquire as of to where you are going?" the King quirked an eyebrow at the Queen.
"If you must know, I am to lead the reinforcements on the planet Harleng. We seem to be having some trouble there," she answered with a note of sarcasm.
"Harleng…" the King mumbled.
"What is it, your Majesty?" the Queen put in.
"Harleng is not rated very high… what seems to be the trouble?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
"I don't know, sir. Our Elite classes are failing. That is precisely I am going. To find out," she stated. "That is, if your Majesty grants permission?"
"Granted. Something is very wrong. I have a haunch this means trouble," he replied shakily.
The fact is, the King was struggling to keep his composure. He was tremendously worried about something. A fateful event seemed imminent… he was sure. Never had he felt a 'haunch' this strong! What was it?! Then, in an instant, the alarm surfaced clearly. The Queen was in danger. His Queen! It had been well over a year since… since he had… 'acknowledged her presence', one might say. Now the unknown fear of losing her made his stomach twist and turn in nausea. What if she did not fare well on this mission? Perhaps he should go along. No. He was obligated to stay on the planet. He had to say something. Had to! But what?
"Please exit the room, so that the Queen and I may have a word in private," he announced suddenly.
There was a sounding of quick footsteps, and finally, closing doors.
"What be the meaning of this, my King?" she asked in confusion.
Come closer, woman," he spoke in a harsh tone.
She took several, small, slow, cautious steps.
"Closer."
She continued walking until she stood right before him. Face to face. Both stood calmly for several minutes. The King slid the glove off of his right hand silently. The Queen flinched in astonishment as he reached out and caressed her cheek.
He leaned forward to her ear. "Be very careful, my flower," he whispered. "I have a terrible feeling…"
The Queen flushed in embarrassment. Why was he being so… so… weak? And why did she feel compelled to act the same?
She came to a realization. "And…and…I…I feel it also," she quivered. "But I must go… but… but… I-I…"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt the King's strong arms encircle her. A familiar feeling enveloped her. The man she knew as her King, her husband, leaned down and brushed her lips softly. Lightly, it was at first, but the lips soon melted into a harmonious dance. Quick breathing and moving in a passionate way. Both persons blushed heavily at the rare event. Too soon, the kiss broke.
"I… I have a shrinking feeling," she whispered as she pulled away.
"I have a shrinking feeling."
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