Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Dragon Ball or any of it's series. This is just the meanderings of a woman's weird mind thinking up stories. Please don't sue, for I have no money and you would only get my kids.
Authors Notes: This is really way off my beaten path, I like to have a female as my main character but in this one it will be Vegeta. But don't worry, he'll have a strong female counter part later on. When I continue this it will be several years down the line. It will also mention the full moon, I figured it comes around once every 7 years. I just thought I would try something different. This is dedicated to Torasuki, my friend (she's also on ff.net so check her out) and Insane Dragon who even through everything is still talking to me (she knows what I mean and she's also on ff.net check her out too). Japanese translations are at the bottom of the page. And please read and review, it really does help.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago was a warrior of great power. No one knew him before he took his new name when he made history by becoming the first Super Saiya-jin. The name he was born with will be forever lost in the annals of time. The only name he's ever been known by was Vegeta. This is his story. The story of the first Saiya-jin no Ouja.
"I don't care how you do it but just do it!" A voice snarls out from the shadows.
"But Vegeta-sama, we've never had just one ruler. The strongest warrior ruled each geographical area. They are not going to just walk up here and acknowledge you as their king."
"I am the strongest warrior!" The voice growls out, stepping out of the shadows into the moon's light. "Did I not prove it by defeating the off-worlders trying to take us for manual slave labor? I became the legendary Super Saiya-jin to defeat them. If that is not strength enough then I will battle all who oppose my rule. Do you challenge my rule too Hiryu?"
Hiryu looks over the figure standing in front of him. Nothing in his appearance gives away to the knowledge of the awesome power harbored in his body. You couldn't pick him out a crowd of his fellow warriors. His black hair stood on end straight up from his head, even more unruly than a normal Saiya-jin, and he featured a prominent widows peak. His dark eyes looked around missing nothing. Muscles bunched and flexed as he moved, rippling beneath his clothes standing at a standard height for his species. Only when he turned Super Saiya-jin was his power revealed. His hair became as like gold, and his eyes were orbs of power. Glittering hard like the aqua color of the jousui crystals that could be found in the caves by the sea, treasured for their beauty and rarity by their women.
"No Ouja-sama, I will not challenge you. You were my friend before you became my king. I will follow were ever you command. The others are in agreement. We saw you when you became the Super Saiya-jin and defeated our enemies; we knew nobody could stand up to your strength and power. After the battle, we all fell to our knees and swore our fealty to you and all your descendants. And we will uphold that oath to the very end or die trying."
Vegeta release his breath and let the tension lose from his body. "Hiyru, you are still my friend. I trust you above all others. Most wouldn't see me as leadership material due to my youth, but through your friendship and teachings, I have reached where I am today. I owe you a lot my friend." Vegeta walks up to Hiryu and pats him on the back; Hiryu stumbles forward from the impact. "I guess I don't know my own strength. Ever since I became a Super Saiya-jin even my at rest strength has increased." Vegeta laughs. "Enough of this talk tonight, lets indulge ourselves this night. Wine and women are on the menu. Tomorrow is early enough to run an empire and to issue challenges for anybody who wants to oppose me."
"Yes Ouja-sama." Hiyru chuckles rubbing his shoulder.
"Well let's go then." Vegeta laughs again, throwing his arm over Hiryu's shoulder and they walk out of the room down to the large living area that doubles for the dining area. Chaos greets them as men, in various states of drunkenness lay about the room. Some on benches at the table, others huddled in circles, cries and cheers heard as they either win or lose at their gambling. Even a fight or two broke out but largely ignored.
Vegeta and Hiryu had to jump apart to avoid a body that came flying at them. The warrior, not even realizing he had just received a bruising punch to his jaw just stood up, shook his head and smiled. "Excuse me Ouja-sama." With a nod from Vegeta, he stumbles off and throws himself back into the fight. A scream from the other end of the room caught Vegeta's attention. Turning his head he witnesses a big burly warrior holding a female by her tail, tears streaming down her face showed how much pain she was in.
"Come on, don't be stubborn a quick romp will do us both good." The big man breathes.
"No!" She turns her head away, "Don't you ever wash out your mouth. I wouldn't lay with you if you were the last Saiya-jin on the planet."
He blinks for a minute, taking that long to realize she insulted him, "Why you…" He lifts his hand, ready to strike her. A golden orb flies at him, then through him to explode against the wall behind him. The warrior looks down at where his chest used to be in disbelief, blood gurgles up from his mouth as he falls over to lie still on the ground. The room falls silent as all eyes turn to the man who threw the energy sphere. Vegeta's face look murderous as still held the hand out that threw it, the other clenched in a fist at his side, and tail bristled out behind him breathing heavily.
"Do not take from one that can be freely given from another." Vegeta grits out. He looks to every warrior in the room. "The women will have the right to refuse a warrior if she wishes. Is that understood?" At the nods and mumbled replies, Vegeta nods his head and relaxes. "Good, now get the body out of here and let us continue to have fun. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day for our new empire."
"Yes, lets obey our king in this welcomed royal command! Have fun, be merry, breed some new sons to serve in our kings military." Hiryu calls out warily, unsure of the mood in the room.
Cheers rang out as the sound in the room swelled in volume. Hiryu relaxed and Vegeta sighed and sat down in a relatively quiet corner rubbing the tension in his brow. Sensing a presence of another near him, he lifts his head ready to tell Hiryu that everything was all right. To his surprise, it was the female he had rescued a few moments ago.
With a small smile, she holds out a mug to him. "Something to drink Ouja-sama?" At his nod, she hands him the cup. "I would like to thank you Ouja-sama for saving me from Fuuja. I owe you a debt of gratitude. I know you have contenders for the throne and will keep my ears open to anything that may be of help. Most of the males tend to ignore females or even forget we're there. Even worse, don't think we can comprehend what they are discussing, but that is their downfall for we become privy to their secrets. I will always be at your service, just ask for Harataki, they will know who I am if you ever need me." With a small bow, she hurries off.
Bemused he just watches her go, absently taking a long swig from the mug she handed him. Hiryu walks up to Vegeta gesturing to the departing back of the girl.
"Who was that Ouja-sama?" Hiryu asks.
"Okamainaku Hiryu, you can call by my name when we are alone. The girl was of no consequence, just thanked me for saving her."
"You have a soft heart Vegeta-sama." Hiryu comments.
"Only when it comes to our women. Have you forgotten Hiyru? I was a product of rape, I don't even know who my otousan is. I saw my mother and her family suffer for having a shoshi around, even though it's a common enough occurrence in our land. It's largely ignored because of the shortage of women. We have no idea why there are ten times more males born than females. You think our women would be cherished due to their lack of numbers but when the full moon comes out we all become mindless creatures and rut at will not caring if we hurt or even kill the women we couple with."
"Children born who were conceived during the Mangetsu Festival are not considered shoshi." Hiryu says softly, knowing this was a touchy subject for his Ouja.
"But that is the thing Hiryu, I wasn't conceived during the Mangetsu Festival. We just use the festival as a reason, because we can't control ourselves. The women's cycle matches the moons so when the full moon comes out they are at their most fertile. Moreover, the men can't control themselves around a female in heat; it's just a glorified excuse for raping. However, this is one thing I can be thankful for my youth in. The last time the full moon was out I was not mature enough to participate in the festival. But now," Vegeta looks down into his mug, "another full moon will be here soon enough. I only have months to prepare myself for it."
"Ouja-sama, that is something you can not change in us, it is nature ensuring the species continues. You cannot do anything to avoid it."
"Maybe not, but I can try to control it. We finally got tentative control in our oozaru forms why not during the Mangetsu?" Vegeta mumbles.
"The infamous warriors control? Vegeta-sama we always brag about it but we know it's not there. That's just something we say to the women." Hiyru laughs.
A slight blush appears on Vegeta's cheeks, he mumbles again and raises the mug to his lips draining the last drop, not answering Hiyru. Hiyru laughs again and drags Vegeta out of his chair out to the festivities.
"Come Ouja-sama, the years ahead will be long and hard. Enjoy tonight like no other! When will be the last time you get to relax as a warrior before you take on the duties of a Ouja?"
Vegeta wonders the same thing.
Jousui-
clean water
Mangetsu - full moon
Shoshi- Illegitimate child, bastard
Fuuja- common cold
Hiryu-Hiryuu- flying dragon
Okamainaku- please don't fuss over me
Harataki-Haratake- common mushroom
Saiya-jin no Ouja- King of Saiya-jin