Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! Only my original characters!

Authors Note: Yup, this is my version of a 'on the street' turn around and ya...how I think Vegeta-sei would be since is supposed to be meaner then our world, and our world is cruel, so here's the prelude. Have fun!





Sing for the Moment
By T.L. Davis
Haru Aoki opened his eyes, the blurry vision of his room made him aware of where he was. The sun dappled his marble floor through the blinds of his balcony door. He sat up slowly and put a hand to his head, it was pounding, a throb that wouldn't go away. He didn't want to go back, not to the place his damn father sent him. He thought living in the castle would be fun, but its torture, he hates it, but its better than home. The guards view him and every other student as peasants, even if the students are rich. The only ones the guards respect are the higher guards and elite's, oh and the royals, but who doesn't?

Haru has been living in the castle for one year, and hasn't seen even one of the royals. He desperately wanted to meet one, or even see one up close. They are godlike to the people of the city, they meet every Sayian standard, at least that's the rumor. They're what every Sayian wants to be, feared, powerful and untouchable. Everyone knows the young Prince is destined to be the legendary Super Sayian.

Haru looked up sharply as someone knocked on his door abruptly. His eyes narrowed, he didn't want to be bothered, who ever it was, they weren't smart. He stood and pulled on a pair of training pants and waited another moment, another knock resounded through his small apartment the castle gives all the students.

He growled loudly, he walked toward the door and flung it open, his teeth bared and and snarled before he even looked to see who was behind the door. A gasp and then a snarl back made Haru pause and look, when he did his angry expression softened and he stared blankly. What do you want Juri?

The black haired female Sayian glared at Haru, her hands on her hips, her brown eyes flashing. She wore a simple blue training outfit, she was small, but strong and Haru knew it, he also knew she had a short temper.

Haru! Lets go, you're going to be late again and Mr. Hishi going to give you one hell of a work out. C'mon. She tugged on his arm, he pulled his arm back and disappeared back into the room. She glared after him, resting her hand on the door frame, watching him digging through a pile of clothes. What are you doing?

Finding a shirt, go ahead without me. You aren't going to be late either if I can help it, I'm faster than you. He replied without emotion, Juri made a small frustrated noise, but knew it was true and left without a word. When her foot-steps disappeared down the hall, he slowly looked up and sighed, standing with a blue shirt in his hands. Pulling it over his head and picked up a pair of white boots, pulled them on and ran out of his room, the door closing behind him.

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Sir, the list is done. A soldier bowed, his sweat trickling down his face. The shadowy figure on the podium was silent as the soldier stood there, bent low at the waist, his right arm crossed over to his left. There was a long pause as the tapping of fingers against wood was the only sound in the large dimmed room.

The soldier glanced up, he wondered if the King was actually in a good mood, seeing as he wasn't dead yet. Now go and get them idiot! The angry words echoed in the large dark room, the soldier jumped, saluted and ran out of the room. The figure's laughter was heard down the long halls.

Father, honestly you act like a child. A low, laughing voice was heard from the far corner. The shadowed man was suddenly visible as various torches lit and a light glowed about the elaborate room. I don't see why we need these stupid kids anyway, not like I can't do it myself. I'm not weak.

Both you and I know that the meetings lately have been getting out of hand. I don't want another soldier killed if they don't need to be. Sachian was very valuable to me, and after you evoked them, he was killed. The voice on the throne wasn't quite as evil sounding as before, it was almost monotones. A gruff snort was heard and the figure in the shadows walked out, arms were crossed over a white armor engraved with the sign that he was royal on the left chest. Blue full body 'spandexy' kind of material covered his entire body. His black hair shockingly held up in a flame style just like the man on the throne. This man, had a smirk and slanted eyes that made him quite a bit more intimidating than the scowling man on the throne.

That was your fault anyway. You told the man to kill someone if he felt he needed that, as long as he wasn't in the room. Sachian just happened to be the first person the man found, that's all. Deal. The adolescent turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Leaving his angry father behind.

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Haru, you aren't late for once. For that, thirty-three-thousand crunches in the corner. Now! Mr. Hishi shouted as Haru walked in a minute early. Haru snarled at the glaring teacher, but did as told. He knew the out come of insubordination and didn't want that. Class, today we march.

The class was silent, they glanced about each other but did nothing else, some even watched Haru do his crunch's. Some wished Mr. Hishi didn't make Haru do all those crunch's and sit up's and so on everyday, Haru will end up stronger than all of them.

Mr. Hishi turned his back and shouted a command. The class straighten and fell into five lines of ten. All of them, straight backs, expressionless, eyes straight ahead. They stood stock still and waited, hands at sides. They looked perfect. There was one space in the back that was empty, that was Haru's spot. A whistle blew and suddenly timed footsteps heard, evoking fear in some. The sound of it was discipline, sudden, exact.

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up. The students suddenly said as Mr. Hishi pivoted sharply and the group of students turned in unison. I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble.

Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left. Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left. Mr. Hishi called, after the second one the whole group joined, even Haru.

A guard with a red sash walked into the room, his head held high. Mr. Hishi noticed immediately and raised a hand. The group, in unison took one more step and and stood still again.

Mr. Hishi said, bowing his head once and waited for was the guard wanted. The guard looked around, he was impressed with the performance of these students, but he always was with Mr.Hishi's students. He then noticed one student in the corner doing crunch's rapidly, his breathing timed and the same every single time. His eyes never left his feet.

I am here to collect five of your students. At this almost all the students glanced quickly at the guard. All of them surprised, they didn't know what this was, or if they wanted to be picked. Mr. Hishi nodded and motioned toward the paper in the guards hand. Kaz Baba. A boy turned from his second line and jogged toward the two, his spiky black hair seemed to be stuck, his striking black eyes peered into the two men. He stopped right in front of them and bowed. Rikyu Yonai. A tall boy turned from the fourth line, he had brown hair to his shoulders that was pulled into a pony tail, he had slanted brown eyes and strong build. He followed Kaz's motions. Juri Jukodo. The same girl from Haru's room turned from the front row and followed the other two boy's motions. Haru glanced from his feet, watching. Tomi Amaya. A girl with long silky black hair turned from the third row, she was one of the prettiest girls around. She had a hard shell though. And Haru Aoki. Haru paused in his crunch's and stood, jogging to them, he bowed and stared straight ahead.

Mr. Hishi's eyes narrowed at that, what was this for? He didn't have the right to ask though, he was lower than the guard before him, this was one of the king's Guards. The soldier suddenly turned, and walked out of the room , the five following him.