"What Have I Done?"
What have I done?
Oh, merciless one?
Abuse; no tolerance to the end,
Now on what can I depend?
I feel my madness has begun,
Oh, what have I done?
What have I done?
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The King exited the small room and spat with disgust. The little 'lecture' had erupted into obscenity in no time at all. As far as the King could recall, that had been the most violent encounter with his son yet. Oh well, back to the meeting… The Prince had surely learned a lesson after such a display… surely.
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Where am I? What am I--? I'm falling… where? Why? Am I dead?
Bejita….
Who's there?!
Bejita…
::whines:: Wh-who are you? Wh-what do you want?
Bejita Ouji… you are mine…
::gasp:: Can't breathe… gonna throw up!
Bejita.
Glinting red eyes… I'm scared…oh, god! I'm sick! I'm sick!
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The King stopped with a sudden thought. :: The brat is hurt…maybe I should send someone after him…::
"Guard!" he called out.
"Yes, sir?"
"Proceed to room 604-B. The Prince is there and he's… been roughed up a bit. Take him to the infirmary immediately," the King commanded.
"Yes, your Majesty."
The King stalked away darkly, eager to return to the meeting. The guard stared in surprise. The guard's mind fell into a round of questions as he made his way toward room 604-B. The ruler seemed profusely agitated about something. He didn't even notice his rank! Why, the guard was not a guard at all! He was an elite soldier! Still, he did not bring the issue to notice. For it would have most likely angered or 'annoyed' the Majesty even more!
He pushed the doors open with his rough, giant hands. The room was dark… He pushed a button to light the room… "Roughed up? Wonder what he was talking abou--" :: Oh—my—god! ::
The soldier rushed forward as he spotted a small, bloody form in the corner. :: Could that be—:: "Yes, yes it is!" :: What in the world happened to the Prince? :: At once the burly man thought of the King's agitation… maybe the King had done it…
:: Screw my contemplation! The kid needs serious medical attention! :: And so, the giant scooped up the tiny child and took off at a sprint toward the medical center, shouting 'out of my way' to those who crossed him.
" no help~….."
The tiny Prince was mumbling words the soldier could not completely understand… It was something about not wanting help.
" immm…~fine…no—hel-p…ot-ay? Okay? Did—it ta --…~my-self.."
:: He did this to himself? Great Kami! :: the warrior thought…
Still, though buried in his mind the humongous man had his doubts…Had the Ouji really hurt himself in such a way? He could not help it, but the King was a looming suspect… It was a common thing to discipline or beat Saiyajin children, but if the King had indeed dealt these blows, then he was unimaginably ruthless… This was brutal! But then, the King had been acting a little loony lately…. All those meetings and speeches…
:: He needs a lo-oong vacation :: thought the soldier.
"mmm leave—me –alone! ~ plea--" the youngster pleaded before passing out.
The elite warrior had reached the infirmary in record time. The silver doors slid open, making a beeping noise as a signal. An assistant medic stood in the doorway…
"Hello, Nappa-san. How may I help you?" she greeted….
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In the courtroom…
"Ohohoh, my!" chuckled the being known as Freezer.
The King sat tensely, an expression of hatred on his face. I'll kill him! I'll kill him! That bastard son of mine! Grrr!
The white creature noticed the ruler's distress, but then, who wouldn't?
"Oh, don't be too upset, Vegita…It is rather…cute! Ohhoho!"
The pink bubbly man and feminine blue warrior answered his statement with amused giggles.
:: That brat! He's embarrassed me to no end today! :: the ruler seethed.
And—oh, I'm sorry! What happened, you ask? Excuse me for getting ahead of myself! That happens when one is telling such a story… The story rolls off of my mind like the film in a movie… and it is often that I accidentally get caught 'spectating'….or watching the movie… I forget that I am relating it to you sometimes…. I so often get deeply involved…
Anyway, when the King arrived back at the meeting, he presented the recent war strategies to the awaiting foreigners. When Freezer, the high warlord, unfolded the documents to have a look, he burst into a high-pitched, piercing laughter that later developed into a low chuckle.
For, you see, the layouts of the plans had been 'prepared'… Three colors were scribbled all over the grid paper… Blue, red, and yellow lines 'decorated' the papers… It was quite a shame since so much hard work had gone into the strategies….and then they had been ruined…ruined!
The King instantly knew the decorator's identity… young Bejita. He must have done it with the so-called "crayons" of his! A foreigner had presented the wretched objects to him as a gift… a box of "crayons"… They were three cylinder-shaped objects that were pointed on the ends in three colors: blue, red, and yellow…. They were very similar to the ink markers the Saiyajins used…
The scribble markings on the papers looked exactly like that of a crayon!
"Bejita Ouji," the King growled under his breath.
"Oh, don't get mad just yet!" Freezer shouted gleefully. "Take a closer look. What do you see?"
"Perfect planning ruined by the devilish scribble of a brat," grumbled the Majesty.
"No, no! Look closer… Come here Zarbon-san, Dodoria-san… You two have a look…" Freezer continued.
"I don' see anything special," the pink, spiky man by the name of Dodoria stated in a low, gruff voice.
"Grr…You are idiots! Look at the scribble!" Freezer shouted. "Think of it as if you were a child!"
"Hmmm…Wait. Look at that…" the feminine blue man started in awe. "All those lines…they make sense in an odd sort of way…"
"Indeed, they do…" Freezer replied coldly. "You numbskulls…now look! Look at that strategy! Amazing, isn't it? I'd venture to say that these are the best plans I've seen yet!"
The King's eyes widened in great surprise. :: He's right! Oh, my god, he right!::
All of a sudden, a rush of guilt overtook the King… He remembered exactly what he had previously done to the Prince…
::What have I done?:: he wondered in a panic… ::He could be dead…::
"Your Majesty! Oh, Vegita… I would say that the plans your men have prepared have been improved greatly by a mind of higher intellectual capabilities…heheheh"
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"What Have I Done?"
What have I done?
Oh, merciless one?
Abuse; no tolerance to the end,
Now on what can I depend?
I feel my madness has begun,
Oh, what have I done?
What have I done?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my opinion, don't sue me.
I'm sorry that was so short, but I feel another round of this flu business coming to me…All the puking and discomfort… I can sympathize with poor little Bejita's pain…(almost) So how are you guys liking it so far? Thanks to all people who review. I'll mention you all at the very end of the entire story, along with a thanks, and I'll eventually e-mail you if you leave an address, kay? –Bye ---Ja ne!*