"Sometimes"
Sometimes, there exists no reason,
No comprehendible act of treason.
Sometimes, there is no common sense,
Nothing to accuse or to dispense.
Sometimes, we just cannot grasp,
We seem to fall short of the final clasp.
Sometimes, we just cannot view,
You forget, we're not always meant to.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER SIX
4:00am… 10th month, 13th day of standard year…
This is when the shrieking begins…
The deafening commotion present in the 5th hall of the palace brought many people to the waking world; back from the steel grip of slumber. Guards rushed to the scene. All worked with the utmost urgency, trying desperately to calm the situation. After the realization came that all attempts were futile, the King was sent for.
"Your Majesty! Come quick!" the amateur guard shouted.
"Cease your squander, fool! I am already awake, as I have been for quite some time! What are those incessant noises? What is of awry?" he questioned.
The sentry cowered back a few feet at the sight of the pallor of the ruler's face. It seemed pale, and strained; as if he were in some sort of mental anguish.
"Sir? Are you feeling well? You seem troubl-…"
"I'm fine!" the King snapped. A severe expression overrode his face. "YOU have no business addressing me with such…personal matters! Now….Please inform me of the problem!"
"S-so sorry, sir! It's the young prince. Something seems very wrong with him…"
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The king, Vegita had been called to the prince's quarters on the 5th hall. He did not usually associate with the young prince, but the soldiers insisted he come to inspect. Besides, he was terribly curious as of to what was going on… What could the guards not handle? What were they having so much trouble over?
As the figures made their way to the 5th hall, they noticed the eerie conditions of the weather. A violent thunderstorm had descended to the area. It brought pelting rain, cracking, thunder, and a green lightning show. (The lightning on Vegetasei could take many different colors.)
As the King neared the bedroom on the 5th hall, his ears picked up maddening screams. They grew louder and louder as they stalked closer… The King came to the conclusion that the noise was being emitted from the prince. At this, he instantly picked up his pace. He was led into a dimly lit room; the Ouji's bedroom.
The small figure that lay on the 'much-too-big', silken, bed attire was writhing uncontrollably and letting out incessant loud, harsh, screams. He sounded as if he were locked in the steel clutches of death itself… Vegita no Ou crept nearer to his son…
"Child! Shut you mouth!" he shouted.
The crying did not ease in the least sound.
"How dare you defy me?! Cease your cowardly racket this instant!" he raged.
Out of trembling anger, the King raised a hand to strike the minor. The hand stopped abruptly in midair. He came to the realization that the small Ouji was asleep…
"Bejita. Wake up," he commanded.
The King shook him violently, and even slapped him across the face. To dismay, the actions only succeeded in raising the volume and ferocity of the cries…
The ruler's temper was almost at its end, he would not be able to swallow the rage much longer. What would the Queen do? How would she deal with it? Unexpectedly, he turned to the many soldiers.
"Leave the area," he demanded.
"But--," began an anonymous individual.
"Now! That is a direct order! " Vegita no Ou spat.
The crowd of stunned men shuffled their way out of the room. The door was shut very carefully. Each wondered: What was the King to do? Was he going to perform some horrible, blasphemous act of cruelty that he preferred them not to view?
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The King let out a small breath of air. He could not allow anyone to see what he was about to do. It was… unfit, yes, that's the word, unfit for a Saiyajin of his status to carry out.
"Stupid child," he whispered hoarsely.
Why would he not awaken? It was extraordinary that he had slept through the many attempts placed to wake him. In the same token, it was also terribly worrisome…What a nightmare he must be having… to render him so pitiful… in such a state… The harsh King softened as he stared at the wailing toddler. He seemed so much younger in this state….
"Shhh…" he whispered as he drew the little figure up into his arms. "Don't tell anyone about this…"
He lightly walked over and sat on the edge of the huge bed. He cradled the hysterical prince, his son, gently in his arms. It was rather hard with him kicking and screaming…
"Bejita…Hush…It's all right…" he cooed.
The child calmed somewhat at the tender notion. He stopped wriggling and seemed to relax a little. His flailing limbs became still, and his screams of agony quieted to short, quick, sobs and raspy breathing…
The King rocked him gently, back and forth. Although the ruler may not have been aware of it, he began to hum. It was a low, rich, lulling tune… A chilling lullaby that soothed the tiny Ouji…
The King continued to comfort the distressed toddler until he regained a sense of tranquil rest. The King lost track of time in the space of cry to rest. The prince slept the whole time; he never awoke from the nightmare. Time was unclear… vague… To the ruler it seemed like only moments while he was there…. Too short an experience…
When he tucked the prince's tiny frame in between the warm sheets he glanced up at the clock for the first time since he had left his room…
6:02am…
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"Short Time"
Time is too short,
After it passes us by.
Never to go back,
Despite our pleading cry.
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