Disclaimer: Don't be stupid of course I don't own it. I'm poor and and…
you get the point. Just don't sue.
Author's Note: A big thank you to those that reviewed. You guys made my day. Well I'll shut up now so go on and read I won't stop you. ^_^
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Some Day
"Excuse me your highness," the servant timidly said after bowing.
"What do you want servant?" a young man with black hair shooting up to the heavens said irritated that a worthless servant was interrupting his training.
"Well um…" the servant began to stutter noticing the man turn to look at him.
"Spit it out now worthless weakling before I blast you!" the young man said, his patience growing thin with every word.
"Your father has requested your presence in the throne room immediately your highness." The servant quickly said. The servant remained silent for a while. He knew the young mans reputation for being cold like ice and his temper being as hot as the lava sprouting from an erupting volcano. It was also rumored that the young man had no conscience. Of course many of his people were ruthless, but it was just that there was an evil and threatening like aura surrounding him. Being in his presence and breathing felt like poison gas. It was as if just being breathing around him guaranteed your death. The servant became even more frightened being in his presence this long. After a moment of silence, which seemed like an eternity to the servant the servant gathered all his courage and looked up to the man frighteningly. What he saw made him pale drastically. The man was just staring at him smirking. Oh he had heard the horror behind that simple smirk. It was told by the few who survived the actions after the smirk. Though those who survived were elites and had spent a considerable amount in the med bay. The servant began to walk away trying to not make his fear evident. He began to walk away acting as if he did not fear the man. Praying to god that probably the man would let him live. Though he doubted it, oh well it was worth a chance. He was still going to die but at least he would die a quick death and not be a part of the large number of ex-living creatures who had been despised by fate.
"Where do you think your going?" The young man asked, malice evident in his voice. Oh, the smell of fear was so evident in this man. It was a wonder how he could distinguish fear. For fear was one of the various scents he smelled daily. Fear was as familiar as his own scent and he enjoying the scent entering his nostrils and filling his mind with its sweet smell.
"Um… I thought that since I have delivered the message I wasn't needed anymore so I…" The man began to stutter but he didn't get to complete his sentence because he was abruptly cut off by the young man who began charging a ki ball. The servant looked at the man, seeing his death reflected in the young mans cold onyx eyes.
"Oh you are definitely correct weakling. You aren't needed anymore so good bye." With a chuckle and a flick of his wrist the servant was blown to oblivion. The young man quickly stepped around the last remains of the servant. "The weaklings ashes aren't even worthy of being on the bottom of my boot" with that stated he left the training area in search of his bastard of a father wanting to see what idiotic thought managed to enter his thick skull. The young man swiftly went through the various corridors glaring at all the warriors around him. Waiting for an idiot to get in his way so he could honor them and making them the favor of ending their worthless lifes. After two deaths and four saiyajins in the medical bay he arrived in front of the large throne room doors that held the crest of the Vegeta-sei royal house. The two saiyajins guarding the large doors quickly bowed and opened the doors knowing the man's patience was like his height… short. He quickly entered ordering everyone except his father to exit the throne room before he blasted them.
"What did you want to bitch at me about now old man?" the young man asked, annoyance evident in his voice. His father the king turned to him ignoring the tone in his son's voice. Anyways it wasn't as if he wanted to see his weakling son by choice either. He had business to take care of and this was postponing his duties and he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Knowing his son he knew the brat also preferred the meeting to be prompt as well. Not even giving a greeting the taller man began talking.
"Well, Vegeta your 18th birthday is coming up and you haven't chosen a mate yet." The prince snorted. The king rolled his eyes fully knowing his sons reaction. "You know you have to take a mate by your 18th birthday." The king said, his patience running out. He prepared himself to hear his son scream various obscenities about the issue he just brought up.
"I don't need a fucken worthless female at my side to gain the throne. I could take the throne right now…" Vegeta's speech was interrupted by his father's chuckle.
"No, you see son…" the king said the last word with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "In order to take the throne you also need to have a mate." The king chuckled. "Anyways it's not as if you can defeat me." The prince growled knowing he couldn't defeat his father yet. Though his mood suddenly lightened remembering how close he was to surpassing his father in strength. It wouldn't be long before he killed his bastard of a father and took the throne. Though, the old man does have a point. I am required to have a mate by my 18th birthday. Which means I only have one year to find a mate. Damnit, this is definitely going to interrupt my training. I'll begin my search after nine months of intense training. Yes, after that I'll have three months to find my mate and plan the worst death for the old man. Satisfied with his decision Prince Vegeta threw some threats toward his father and said a not so friendly good bye and began to walk out of the throne room quickly not wanting to be around his father any more time than necessary. He quickly reached the throne room doors and put his hand on the knob ready to exit when he suddenly heard his father's voice.
"Oh yeah brat, Happy Birthday" the king began to chuckle loving every moment he got to annoy and make his son's life miserable. Making people's life miserable was one of King Vegeta's pleasures in life and his son was one of his favorite victims. With that said Vegeta's angry form quickly left the throne room trying to restrain himself from attacking his father. He knew his father was still stronger and would be able to defeat him. He didn't want to waster any time in the med lab. Every minute not training was a waste. He barely kept his anger in check and decided to take out his anger with a few good hours of training. He quickly went through the corridors and brought 20 poor saiyajins with him so he could take his anger out on them. They quickly arrived in the training rooms. Yes old man, continue to laugh your empty head off while you still can. Don't worry some day you'll get what you deserve. Yes, some day very soon. With that settled in his mind he began his rough training which would continue for the following nine months.
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Author's Notes: Well wow! What a coincidence two certain people have to find mates ^_~ Well who knows what's gonna happen in the next chapter. Well, that's all I have to say and be sure to review ^_^. Bye
~Blue~
Author's Note: A big thank you to those that reviewed. You guys made my day. Well I'll shut up now so go on and read I won't stop you. ^_^
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Some Day
"Excuse me your highness," the servant timidly said after bowing.
"What do you want servant?" a young man with black hair shooting up to the heavens said irritated that a worthless servant was interrupting his training.
"Well um…" the servant began to stutter noticing the man turn to look at him.
"Spit it out now worthless weakling before I blast you!" the young man said, his patience growing thin with every word.
"Your father has requested your presence in the throne room immediately your highness." The servant quickly said. The servant remained silent for a while. He knew the young mans reputation for being cold like ice and his temper being as hot as the lava sprouting from an erupting volcano. It was also rumored that the young man had no conscience. Of course many of his people were ruthless, but it was just that there was an evil and threatening like aura surrounding him. Being in his presence and breathing felt like poison gas. It was as if just being breathing around him guaranteed your death. The servant became even more frightened being in his presence this long. After a moment of silence, which seemed like an eternity to the servant the servant gathered all his courage and looked up to the man frighteningly. What he saw made him pale drastically. The man was just staring at him smirking. Oh he had heard the horror behind that simple smirk. It was told by the few who survived the actions after the smirk. Though those who survived were elites and had spent a considerable amount in the med bay. The servant began to walk away trying to not make his fear evident. He began to walk away acting as if he did not fear the man. Praying to god that probably the man would let him live. Though he doubted it, oh well it was worth a chance. He was still going to die but at least he would die a quick death and not be a part of the large number of ex-living creatures who had been despised by fate.
"Where do you think your going?" The young man asked, malice evident in his voice. Oh, the smell of fear was so evident in this man. It was a wonder how he could distinguish fear. For fear was one of the various scents he smelled daily. Fear was as familiar as his own scent and he enjoying the scent entering his nostrils and filling his mind with its sweet smell.
"Um… I thought that since I have delivered the message I wasn't needed anymore so I…" The man began to stutter but he didn't get to complete his sentence because he was abruptly cut off by the young man who began charging a ki ball. The servant looked at the man, seeing his death reflected in the young mans cold onyx eyes.
"Oh you are definitely correct weakling. You aren't needed anymore so good bye." With a chuckle and a flick of his wrist the servant was blown to oblivion. The young man quickly stepped around the last remains of the servant. "The weaklings ashes aren't even worthy of being on the bottom of my boot" with that stated he left the training area in search of his bastard of a father wanting to see what idiotic thought managed to enter his thick skull. The young man swiftly went through the various corridors glaring at all the warriors around him. Waiting for an idiot to get in his way so he could honor them and making them the favor of ending their worthless lifes. After two deaths and four saiyajins in the medical bay he arrived in front of the large throne room doors that held the crest of the Vegeta-sei royal house. The two saiyajins guarding the large doors quickly bowed and opened the doors knowing the man's patience was like his height… short. He quickly entered ordering everyone except his father to exit the throne room before he blasted them.
"What did you want to bitch at me about now old man?" the young man asked, annoyance evident in his voice. His father the king turned to him ignoring the tone in his son's voice. Anyways it wasn't as if he wanted to see his weakling son by choice either. He had business to take care of and this was postponing his duties and he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Knowing his son he knew the brat also preferred the meeting to be prompt as well. Not even giving a greeting the taller man began talking.
"Well, Vegeta your 18th birthday is coming up and you haven't chosen a mate yet." The prince snorted. The king rolled his eyes fully knowing his sons reaction. "You know you have to take a mate by your 18th birthday." The king said, his patience running out. He prepared himself to hear his son scream various obscenities about the issue he just brought up.
"I don't need a fucken worthless female at my side to gain the throne. I could take the throne right now…" Vegeta's speech was interrupted by his father's chuckle.
"No, you see son…" the king said the last word with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "In order to take the throne you also need to have a mate." The king chuckled. "Anyways it's not as if you can defeat me." The prince growled knowing he couldn't defeat his father yet. Though his mood suddenly lightened remembering how close he was to surpassing his father in strength. It wouldn't be long before he killed his bastard of a father and took the throne. Though, the old man does have a point. I am required to have a mate by my 18th birthday. Which means I only have one year to find a mate. Damnit, this is definitely going to interrupt my training. I'll begin my search after nine months of intense training. Yes, after that I'll have three months to find my mate and plan the worst death for the old man. Satisfied with his decision Prince Vegeta threw some threats toward his father and said a not so friendly good bye and began to walk out of the throne room quickly not wanting to be around his father any more time than necessary. He quickly reached the throne room doors and put his hand on the knob ready to exit when he suddenly heard his father's voice.
"Oh yeah brat, Happy Birthday" the king began to chuckle loving every moment he got to annoy and make his son's life miserable. Making people's life miserable was one of King Vegeta's pleasures in life and his son was one of his favorite victims. With that said Vegeta's angry form quickly left the throne room trying to restrain himself from attacking his father. He knew his father was still stronger and would be able to defeat him. He didn't want to waster any time in the med lab. Every minute not training was a waste. He barely kept his anger in check and decided to take out his anger with a few good hours of training. He quickly went through the corridors and brought 20 poor saiyajins with him so he could take his anger out on them. They quickly arrived in the training rooms. Yes old man, continue to laugh your empty head off while you still can. Don't worry some day you'll get what you deserve. Yes, some day very soon. With that settled in his mind he began his rough training which would continue for the following nine months.
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Author's Notes: Well wow! What a coincidence two certain people have to find mates ^_~ Well who knows what's gonna happen in the next chapter. Well, that's all I have to say and be sure to review ^_^. Bye
~Blue~