SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A child, no more than three years of age, sat on the sill of the large window by his bed. The royal furnishings were all extremely nice, and the windows held no exception. The wooden sill protruding from the bottom of the massive window was large and roomy enough for the tiny youngster to sit on.

He had awoken from a light, disturbing sleep to find it was 2:00am, and try as he might, he just couldn't manage to fall back to a sleeping state. Perhaps the reason derived from the fact that he had already gotten plenty of rest from spending four whole days in a regeneration tank… or perhaps his uncomprehending thoughts were keeping him awake…

Due to his lack of rest, he wound up pulling the usually closed heavy, velvet curtain drapes open… They were drawn back with golden ties… It was still dark outside… The young Prince crawled on to the space below the window and sat down… Knees were pulled close to his chest while arms hugged then tightly…His head was resting lightly on the caps of his knees…

The winds were blowing about outside as they always were… The air and atmosphere was hardly ever still on Vegetasei… a fierce wind always seemed to stir the air of the world… It seemed to carry eerie voices with its dust… Perhaps the atmosphere always stirred because the inhabitants were very strong… The atmosphere did appear to crackle in sensation to power… Even when it was not a mad whirl, a steady breeze remained present. A low whistling noise sounded as wind passed through the small cracks of the window. This eerie noise didn't bother the small child at all, as it did many individuals… In fact the sensation calmed him… he saw the whistling as an equal friend… It was nice if one could look past the exterior.

Time passed quickly as if a stream's transcend… Soon, the first streams of warm, orange light appeared on the yellowish horizon… 3:31am… Vegetasei had an early, but slow sunrise compared to that of Earth… The young Prince stared at the window, and at his dim reflection… spiky, upstanding hair and a fringe of bangs. The young roundness of his face as well as others elements of his physique was already beginning to harden into a muscular compound.

His long, furry tail drooped off of the sill, but did not quite reach the ground... The reflection revealed that there were slight bags under the child's eyes… they resulted from pain and stress, not lack of sleep… The Prince of Vegetasei looked out across the land… It sure did seem different when sunrise hit it…

The land was bathed in a red and orange light… Vegetasei, though not the most glamorous planet, had fascinating scenery… The planet was larger than most others, and it gave off red and orange and yellow pigments. Sure, blues and greens were present in several areas, but it was greatly overpowered by a majority of red and orange. It reminded Bejita of blood and rage… The land always looked crimson… like violence… For the most part, it was covered in blood… At least, the Eastern Quadrant was…

The East was home to rebellious groups… The people there were most responsible for the period of unrest and unjust… And what's more, many of the groups were against the monarchy! They were angry because of the deal with Freezer… They just didn't get it! It was not by complete choice! Freezer can't just be –obliterated with the flick of a wand! Even he knew that, and he was just a little kid! The East was also the location of prisons and exiles and execution… Well other areas had some of these qualities, but the Eastern area was the primary place.

Most of the population was loyal … Loyalty was an instinct that had been bred into Saiyajins along with fighting… well, most Saiyajins anyway. The King took care of the people, and they returned in kind… He really tried, but it had become so hard with that Freezer guy… Bejita had the impression that he really didn't like sending infants to planets by themselves when they had received no training… but then he really didn't have a choice. At least he sent them to weak planets… If they didn't survive that then they were not worthy of the name Saiyajin. This procedure filtered out weaklings and kept in strong warriors… but it often made the population small.

Although the child tried to be very brave, the Eastlings frightened him… He had witnessed a rebellious groups be put to death not long ago… His father ordered four of them to be decapitated, and that was a rather lenient death… A guard had stepped forward and done so with but the stroke of his hand. Blood had spewed like a fountain from their necks everywhere as four lifeless, and headless bodies dropped to the floor. Their necks then began to ooze a yellow puss-like substance, and the flaps of skin around it turned to a bluish tint. Two other soldiers were then called forth to step on and squish the four heads on the floor. It had made a gruesome mess, and Bejita felt sorry for the cleaners who had to clean it up… Bejita felt nauseous at the disgusting display…

The fifth rebel, who Bejita guessed was the leader was made to drink acid and was beaten so he would suffer. His eyeballs were torn from his sockets, and his vocal cords were ripped from his neck… his tongue hung half-attached to his mouth… The scene was nothing short of barbaric, or at least that's what Bejita thought. On top of it all, it was displayed in front of a cheering crowd! The prince guessed this was to demonstrate what would happen to rebels; to prevent further up rises.

In the end, the man was stabbed through the stomach… Blood gushed from his mouth and he died a slow, painful death. Bejita had so desperately wanted to close his eyes, to shut out the scene…. But another voice within him shouted Look! See the glory of bloodshed! And alas, he couldn't shut his eyes….

This vision of brutal murder had haunted him since… Another self praised it while he tried to suppress it…. to forget…. His mean self, or so he called it… It was the name for a malicious voice inside his head… it urged him to do bad things and to upset the King. He called himself Vegita-sama… There was another…. A playful self. He always wanted to play and taunt like a worthless child. It was usually him who caused the emotional lapses and occasional weakness. The others were hard to understand… sometimes they wanted to help him… other times they got him in trouble.

So far, these were the only two Bejita had identified. They had emerged during traumatic moments of his life, and when there was more confusion they grew even stronger. Bejita had the faintest feeling that there were more of them… it was hard to maintain self-control sometimes… At times, he felt as though he would…break apart…

The sun cast a shadow on the wall… His shadow… the spiky, short outline… The alarm buzzer blared, signaling that it was time to start the day. Today will be tough since I've missed so much… he thought sullenly.

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"Thoughts"

In pondering,

I sit on the windowsill,

Wondering at my existence.

My conscious is still.

My breathing is calm,

And I cannot sleep.

Am I of worth?

Why do I weep?

Author's Note: I own nothing, but my opinion, don't sue me.

Hello! How are you guys liking it? This may sound a little crazy, but have you noticed all the Chibi Vegeta fics coming out lately? Maybe I inspired some people! Then again, maybe I didn't… Oh, well… as long as nobody copies my ideas…^_^ It is a little disappointing. After all, I like to write "rare fics"… Have a Happy New Year!