"Wait A Little While"
Patience, patience,
You must wait.
Waiting, waiting,
As of the late.
Hold it in,
Just a little while.
In the meantime,
Why not try to smile?
Time flies if you want it to,
His plan he soils and foils.
It was always said,
A watched pot never boils.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER EIGHT
The King paced impatiently around the palace. He went up the steps, down the steps, into a room, out of a room, and many other strange places. He was obviously alarmed and uneasy. One might describe it as… "restless", I suppose. For a reason unclear to the man, he felt worried about the Queen. It had kept him awake the previous night/morning. Even more disturbing was the event of the young prince's screams. Had he experienced a nightmare? He was not known to cry over a nightmare… Nightmare… It had been left at that assumption. What if it wasn't a nightmare? What if-? If?
No.
No need to get jumpy. The King convinced himself that he was, as the Queen would put it, "just-being-stupid". Still, the unusual and suspicious feeling nagged him. He couldn't help but follow it. It was a futile effort to ignore such a thing.
Vegita Ou could already imagine his wife's mocking laughter when the Saiyajin Recovery Crew arrived on Harleng. Ha! A Recovery Crew? Ha! The fool! Why would he send such a thing?! Baka! Hahaha!
"Grrr. Damn. She'll be laughing her ass off," the King mumbled.
In reality, the King had been so unnerved by these feelings, that he had sent a recovery crew to check on the Queen. It had been precisely seven hours since they departed for Harleng, and the ruler was growing more anxious by the second. He stalked the grounds.
Pacing…Pacing… Waiting…Waiting…
He glanced at the clock.
:: Ugh! They should be arriving at Harleng now… Another ten hours and they'll be back with a report…::
I, the storyteller, know what you are thinking, why not use the radio? For your information, only three hours ago on the Saiyajin planet a static message was faxed to the main control room. Radio out, fax going to shut down soon, all regen tanks offline. No more messages, for all means of communications will soon malfunction!!! Foul play suspected!!! The message became unreadable, and no more was to be expected. With no back to base communications, the report would be delivered when the crew got back. Many feared that this was a dangerous situation.
The King sighed in frustration. Patience was not one of his best characteristics…
'KNOCK KNOCK'
Was that the report? Did it arrive early? Any news? The King leapt toward the doors. With strong arms, he threw them open in a haste, and the hinges creaked on the verge of breaking. It was very frightening for the guest. A tiny figure shrunk back in fear and surprise. At first, the King did not see the person, but when he looked down, there stood a small and timid-
"Ouji?"
"S-sir," he whispered.
Young Bejita tried to display his best attitude. He also decided, in a flash of brilliance, to put forth his absolute best speaking voice. He would try to keep calm, try to sound lower, and pronounce each word to the best of his ability.
"I have somethin' to say," he began.
The Ou (King) suppressed an oncoming smile. The youngster was obviously trying to please him.
"And…um …….."
"And what is it, Prince?" the King urged him to continue.
"uh…um… I not one anymo-re," he stammered.
"Oh? Then what are you?" the King asked. He was a little confused. The young prince's speech was hard to understand. In fact, very few could actually decipher what he said. (As with most small children, Bejita's speech is somewhat slurred. I write it clearer than it actually is, so the readers have a chance at trying to understand. –author)
"I-I TW-OO!" he shouted, catching the King off guard.
"Tw-oo?" he smiled mockingly, "tw-oo what?"
"Tw-oo years old!" he yelled excitedly. He flapped his arms happily. (Such youthful enthusiasm.)
The King chuckled at the child. His mispronunciation of the word "two" was amusing. He emphasized a "tw" sound, then a short break, followed by the "oo" sound. The child had lightened his mood to an extent.
After his laughing ended, the prince fell into an awkward silence.
"Um…When is Mom-my co-min back?" he asked.
There it was again, the rather cute emphasis on syllables of words. Mom-my sounded like "Mom me". It was charming, but not acceptable.
"Do not address her so," the King remarked.
" Uh-oh…um… When is the 'Keen (Queen –author) co-min back?" he interrogated timidly. A slight note in his voice suggested his hope that he had addressed his mother correctly.
"Better. She should, if everything goes as planned, be back sometime later today," he stated.
The little Ouji's eyes lit up with happiness for a split second, then returned to normal.
"Oh! Um… Goo-bye, sir. Thank you for 'dis um… aw-dee-ence!" he exclaimed.
With a sloppy bow, he turned to scamper out the door.
"Sir? One mo' thing… Is she 'otay?" he asked.
The King wavered a little.
::The brat is worried too? Maybe something is wrong, indeed! Oh, gods…::
"She is probably fine, Bejita. Run along, now. Go train, or something."
"Hmm. 'Otay," he replied, "BYE!"
The Ouji scurried out the big doors. He skipped down the halls and corridors. What should he give his mother when she gets back? Hmmm. He turned down the 18th hallway and headed toward the royal garden…
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"Oblivious"
Oblivious to certain things,
The youth continue to fly on their wings.
Childhood times are to cherish,
Please, don't leave me, or I shall perish!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my opinion, don't sue me.