"Changes Brought Upon By Friendship"
To have a friend makes one happy,
Even if they don't realize it.
A lighter mood, a better day,
Small details arise bit by bit.
To be a friend makes one a better person,
In sense, it makes one complete.
A lighter mood, a better day,
First verse, repeat, and repeat.
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SHATTERING OF A BROKEN SOUL
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Bejita
no Ouji yawned a wide yawn as he waited impatiently for breakfast. He was
absolutely famished, and if they didn't throw something together soon, he felt
as if he were going to have to throw a tantrum!!
::They are very, very lucky that I'm in a good mood
today!:: he thought smugly.
The truth was, the young prince
really was in a good mood. Well, perhaps I apply this term too deeply…
You see, it depends on your point of view… Some individuals might have observed
his behavior and concluded, my, what a miserable child! …Ah, but you
easily forget, Bejita was a Saiyajin child; a prince at that… He was
intelligent too, and his intellect often led him to boredom… If I were to watch
him closely, and scrutinize every single detail, I would say: Yes, this boy
is happier than usual. He must be in a good mood. For if you looked hard
enough, you would realize that he was much more patient than usual with the
servants, and his face was brightened with the type of anxiety every child
should possess. (That of which he lacked most of the time…) Oh, the wonders of
friendship, even if one if ignorant of it….
"Ignorance
with love is better than wisdom without."
From: "Leaves of Gold"
::I wonder if I'll get to train with Usankusai
today…:: The little prince mused.
::What is this strange feeling? That kid—Why? Why? Wh--::
"Here you go, Bejita-sama," announced the cook.
Several
plates were brought in on trays from the kitchen. There I go again; sorry dear
readers. When I say 'several', I really mean… 'many' or 'lots'…The word
'infinite' may give you better imagery of the sight to be held! Saiyajins have
very fast metabolism because they require so much energy. Therefore, they must
eat larger amounts of food to satisfy it. It is not that they are pigs or
deplorable beasts; it's only that their energy to use ratios is more extreme!
If you took a normal being, such
as yourself, and increased the ratio of food (energy) to the rate of use, you
would eat like a Saiyajin! Am I making sense? I fear I am not. Basically, they
eat what they need to supply energy for their activities. We eat what we
need to supply our activities. What the mindless babble, you ask? You
get the point, you say? I just wanted to clear up the idea of Saiyajins being
considered ravenous pigs! (Although, it is granted that certain individuals
have a formidable appetite!) I'll leave it at this: Saiyajins use more
energy; therefore, they need more food.
Bejita slowly picked up an
eating utensil (which resembled an American 'fork') and cautiously poked at the
strange looking—'food.' He wrinkled his nose in profound disgust. Sure,
the cooks and chefs had conjured some pret-ty weird stuff before, but this—this
topped all the others put together!!
One dish looked like some sort
of vegetable arrangement with icing on it! Another resembled wet paint
(bright colors)!! One looked like—soap on crackers! Another… a severely
overcooked turkey that had been stuffed to the max! The combinations
only got weirder! The majority of them were--well—unexplainable! Funky
bread treats, ice cream with pizza saucy lookin' stuff, and noodles with frog
heads?!!
"Um…excuse me?" the Prince asked sarcastically.
"Yes, Bejita-sama?" asked the cook hopefully.
"What is this –stuff…?"
"Why, Bejita…" she started, dumfounded. She giggled as if
it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's food!"
Bejita
studied the short woman. Her raven hair was slicked back into a tiny bun. She
was kind of plump, she had very rosy cheeks, and she had slits for eyes. Bejita
imagined himself taking a huge stamp and branding the word 'stupid' on her
forehead. (For that's the impression he got…) He hadn't seen her before… could
she be new?
"Um… Yeah… 'Food.' *ahem* Are you new around here?" he
asked.
"Oh, yes! I just found work here yesterday! Cooking has
been my dream since I was a little girl! And When I was—yaddayaddayadda……..It's always
an honor—yaddayaddayadda…
And—yack-yack-yack……. So--….yackyadda…"
Bejita waited a few minutes for the 'stupid' cook to
finish her 'story'…(although he would have been very happy to sock her jaw so
she'd shut up!)
"Isn't Wittle Bejita going to eat the food Mrs. Cook made?"
she asked sweetly. "Should Mrs. Cook get more?"
Okay, he did not like the woman! He tried to keep his
calm like a good little prince, but—but—she was so god-damn annoying!!
She was fat and stupid and she avoided pronouns as if they were taboos!!
"No!! And how can you call this
'food'???!!!! It looks—it looks—like—like grotesque trash!!!" Bejita screamed.
"You –you Baka!!! (idiot)"
Bejita
was surprised to glance up to find salty liquid gathering in the plump woman's
eyes… He shifted uncomfortably… It was just food… Why should she get so upset?
"B-but…Bejita-sama…Mrs. Cook and Cook Team t-tries so
h-hard…" Her bottom lick puckered out and the gathering liquid threatened to
spill out of her eyes…
Luckily, as I said before, our young prince was in a
'good mood'…
:: She must've worked hard to care so much….::
He tapped the side of his plate with his 'fork' (as I
will call it) to get the cook's attention. He tentatively picked up a slice of
meat with something that looked like mashed potatoes on top.
'CHOMP. chew' chew.' chew.' GULP.'
Bejita felt his eyes start to water. The – 'food' was so—awful!
So despicably, horribly, awful!!! And Bejita wasn't a picky eater… He
felt his vision cloud and his head begin to swirl… Worse than that, he felt as
if he was going to puke!! The mashed potato looking substance was actually
spice…pure, hot spice! He forced himself to glance over at the cook… she
had stopped crying, and she looked—expectant.
::ack!:: "It—is –'squeak'—satisfactory," Bejita managed
to choke.
"Really?!! That's wonderful!! Goodbye, now!! Mrs. Cook is
leaving now!! Eat everything, Chibi-Bejita!!" she chirped. She then skipped out
of the dining room and disappeared through swinging doors.
::Finally!:: Bejita felt very much relieved to be
rid of the eccentric lady… Oh, why did his father have to go and hire a new
cook?! He actually liked the old one!! ::Speaking—well—thinking
of my father… I wonder why he's not here…? Hmph… How am I gonna eat all
of this?? Is there a garbage can around??::
He sorted the 'delicacies' into three groups… Nearest to
him was the first group: The Edible Group. Next: The Almost-Edible-Looking-But-Not-Quite… Group. Last, came the:
Oh-My-God-What-The-Hell?! Group…
::Well… might as well eat up… I don't wanna starve…!!::
Bejita thought.
A dark figure watches from the shadows… ::Eat up boy! You're a growing Saiyajin….heheh! Just don't eat the drumsticks whatever you do…heheh!!::
5 minutes later…
"~groan~…I've eaten a mountain! And it's only 1/3 of everything…and the
King gets annoyed when I leave leftovers! 'grrr….." Bejita whined out loud.
'scamper' shuffle'
The Saiyajin no Ouji's ears perked. ::What was that?:: he thought He
had heard a small scampering noise… but where did it come from? Instinctively,
the young prince tensed. He glanced around suspiciously.
He became a little worried; his position was rather
'vulnerable'. He was sitting in a large chair that was smack in the middle of
the room. It had exquisite wood design and red fabric cushioning upon which
there was beautiful gold imprinting. (All the detail of course, was irrelevant, but still nice…) The important detail was that it was very high… The
three-year-old's feet dangled only slightly over the edge…they didn't come
remotely close to touching the floor! Why the worry? The position was a very
open one… one which could easily be taken advantage of…
The Ouji jerked as he felt an iron grip encircle his
left ankle and then his right… He didn't even have time to cry out before a
tremendous tug dragged him into the mysterious depths under the table…
"What the H---Who?! Who dares?! To—Mmph!"
Bejita was cut off as a hand
cupped over his mouth and an arm pressured his neck. Bejita thought he might
choke…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 'snicker; Bw-bw-BWAHAHAHAHA! O-Oh—My GOSH, Bejita
Ouji!!!"
All at once, the grips loosened their hold… Bejita turned to snarl at
the laughing 'offender'…
"USANKUSAI!! What in--"
"You shoulda seen the look on your face!!~Haha.. PRICELESS! *teehee*
'snicker' HahahaHAHA!" Usankusai howled.
"Grr… How 'bout I punch a hole in your face? Will you be laughing then?"
The Bejita Ouji tried with all his might to feel anger toward the 'attacker',
but he couldn't… he just couldn't... His insults vented no heat… and his
threats were empty… The laughter didn't feel like hardcore mockery….. it felt—almost—good-humored! Besides, what had happened was pretty funny. Bejita felt a strange sensation, and
before he knew it, he was laughing too!!
"Heehee!Hahaha!"
"BwaHAHAHA! Oh, I'm crying! Bejita—you—looked so—bwahaha—panic
stricken!" Usankusai exclaimed.
Bejita flushed in a cross between embarrassment and
anger. "Well—well—you woulda been too!" he yelled.
"HaahaHAHA!! *Sor-ry!! haha* you can get me back in
training! BwaHAHA!"
"Hmph!" Bejita snarled, but he couldn't hide his smile of
amusement…
Soon, the young prince was back in his chair while
Usankusai seated himself Indian style on the royal table.
"Whoa!! That's a big breakfast! Yummy! Too bad I already
had breakfast…" Usankusai declared.
"Ugh! I've eaten so much already that I think I'm gonna
bust! You wouldn't still be hungry would you?" Bejita asked hopefully. Maybe
Usankusai could lighten the load of food. "The cooks and chefs are always
trying to overfeed me," Bejita explained. "They think I'm too 'scrawny'… but, honestly!
They don't have to stuff me!! Well, Usankusai? You Hungry or not?"
The prince got his answer as soon as he looked at
Usankusai's face. The poor child's eyes had glazed over and he was slightly
drooling!
"That settles it then! You start from that end down
there," Bejita said.
"Thank YOU!!" Usankusai shouted.
"Shh! Geez! Not so loud!" Bejita warned.
Bejita Ouji
once again began dining, but stopped when he observed Usankusai. The kid either
absolutely adored food, or he was starved to death! He was shoveling food in
his mouth five tons per minute it seemed! Bejita was, to put it bluntly,
amazed. Even for a Saiyajin, that was—grueling!! (Remember earlier, when I
admitted that certain individuals had formidable appetites?) He shook his head and giggled. It was a
positively humorous sight! He shrugged and sighed.
::Might as well eat what I can…:: Bejita turned to a
small drumstick looking arrangement.
The silhouetted figure chuckled evilly in the darkness. ::Yessss…the long-awaited piece…Eat it and DIE, little Ouji!! Heheheh…..::
Bejita was not aware that Usankusai had stopped eating (or 'vacuuming' as I would call it)… The boy stared worriedly at the prince… That drumstick he about to put into his mouth, was it—was it dangerous? He sniffed the air… something was definitely not right… Something was deadly wrong, but what?!
::That's it!!" Usankusai concluded. ::I have to do something!::
'SLAP'
The drumstick went flying into a nearby wall…. 'splat'
"USANKUSAI!! Don't be so STINGY!" Bejita accused. "It was my food in the first place!" Bejita looked inquisitively at the other child's grave, serious expression… "Hm? What? What is it, you pig?" he asked.
Usankusai finally found his voice… "The—that food…it…it—well…smell it!"
"huh? Okay.." Bejita smelled the rest of the drumsticks. "Well…it does smell kinda funny…"
"It smells like… Sinconic Acin!" Usankusai stated.
"SINCONIC ACIN?!" shrieked Bejita.
Sinconic Acin is a dangerous chemical found on the Planet Vegeta. It is primarily used to poison people. If the dangerous substance is consumed, death is almost always ensured… Fatal…
The shadowed creature muttered
several in audible curses under his breath… he then slunk away quietly…
"B-Bejita?"
"Yes?"
" Did it kinda feel like we were being watched just now?
"…yes."
"I think we should take this issue to the court and the King!"
"Hm? You think?"
"Yeah, and let's get out of here! I think someone's trying to kill you, Bejita-kun!"
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"Changes Brought Upon By Friendship"
To have a friend makes one happy,
Even if they don't realize it.
A lighter mood, a better day,
Small details arise bit by bit.
To be a friend makes one a better person,
In sense, it makes one complete.
A lighter mood, a better day,
First verse, repeat, and repeat.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my opinion (and my
poems*), don't sue me.
Uh-oh… Is someone indeed trying to murder our young prince? An assassin or a madman? So... How was that? Sorry, it's been a while. I have a few more chapters written out (and it's getting exciting*), but I just need to get around to typing them! Here's a little special thing for you readers: (read below)
*****What exactly did you imagine Bejita's food to look like? Tell me your wacky, crazy, and even disgusting combinations! You can post it in the review section, or e-mail me! I'll post my favorite and the most outrageous dish at the end of next chapter with special recognition! Put your creative minds to work! Good luck!