Lady of the Fire
Welcome to my newest fic! Yes I'm starting another one. As you've seen from the summary this is not a B/V romance (gasp) yes, I'm starting a completely new thingy here, staring Vegeta's mommy! Yep this is it, for all those of you wondering what really happened before the destruction of Vegittasei, here's my take on it so if we can have a drum roll please.(drum roll) DISCLAIMER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: don't own dbz but the plot is mine along with the character Astrid and any other new characters you encounter whose names are listed at the end of each chapter
Chapter 1 The birth
"All right now push.that's it, you're doing fine Kaliana.you there, bring more rags here." the motherly voice of the midwife was soothing despite its commanding edge. The middle-aged woman sat at the foot of a small bed in a room lit by a single oil lamp on a bedside table. The room was small and the yellow lamp cast dark shadows over everything surrounding the bed. This was by no means the best place for a baby to be born. A baby needed light and comfort and warmth, even if it was a Saiya-jin. This coming brat would get nothing. That was certain. Already the midwife knew the mother would die. She could tell the woman lying in the bed had nothing to live for, no hope, not even the will to carry on for her brat. The midwife knew this woman well-in fact she was the one who brought her into this world-she knew her mate was dead and that alone would kill the will to live in the strongest being.
Kaliana bit her lip, drawing blood.but suppressing the scream as more birthing pains washed over her. Saiya-jin women were supposed to be strong in any condition. That was the "new image" now. You couldn't even show you were hurting in childbirth, just one of the many new edicts the King sent out. You couldn't show any weakness. To show weakness was to be weak. But to Kaliana everything was a weakness now. Walking down the street and turning a corner to avoid a gang of thugs was a weakness, helping your neighbor take food into her house was a weakness, visiting your dead mate's grave was a weakness, screaming out while giving birth was a weakness.
"Yeah well make the King give birth and let him see how it fits in the weakness category," Kaliana growled savagely, giving another hard push. The midwife looked up, a shocked expression on her face.
"What?"
"Nothing," Kaliana shook her head. She gritted her teeth and cursed Freeza in her mind. Ever since the King signed the treaty joining the Saiya-jin Empire to Freeza's, the lizard had filled the king's head with outrageous ideas about how Saiya-jins were supposed to act. Complete bullshit. Everyone knew Freeza was manipulating the King, but because the King trusted Freeza, no one could do a thing about it. Freeza practically ruled both empires, the King was just a front to keep the stupid ones loyal. But Kaliana wasn't stupid, she could see clearly who held the reigns of power and it was even clearer where he would take the Saiya-jin Empire. Her mate knew it too, and he never would have let this brat be born into this world if he was still alive. A month before the general signs of pregnancy began to show on Kaliana, her beloved mate was killed on a purging mission. For a second-class soldier her mate was one of the strongest.but it didn't matter when he was sent on a mission meant for elites. He and his whole squad were completely ripped apart. Kaliana pushed back the fresh tears of anguish as she remembered the day she had to identify the body of her mate. If he were still alive he would have insisted Kaliana get an abortion and spare the brat the pain of living under Freeza's rule but with her mate gone she couldn't go through with it. She needed something to remember her beloved mate.but now, as the birthing pains got worse by the second, she knew the brat would exist in remembrance of both parents. Kaliana would not see the end of this night.
With one more push and an unbidden scream escaping her bloody lips, the brat was expelled from her tired body. Kaliana lay numb and mindless on the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, which paused for a moment in shock when the midwife placed a light bundle in her arms. Kaliana came spinning back to reality. She sat up and stared blankly at the bundle just handed to her by the midwife, who silently left the room, shutting the door silently her to give mother and daughter some privacy. The midwife retreated to the kitchen to prepare a nutritional supplement for the newborn. The mother would not be able to provide food for the brat.
The brat was female. One look at her face was all the proof one needed. She was beautiful.no.much more than beautiful. A copper brown tail reached out from under the folds of the blanket and wound itself around her mother's wrist. For the first time in a long while, Kaliana smiled. Short spiky locks of fiery red hair clung down to the base of her skull but a portion of soft strait hair framed the right side of her little face and curling under her chin. Her skin was pale, almost the color of death and her eyes were sharply pointed, like her fathers, but instead of gray like her father's, her eyes were ebon black, blacker than midnight with no moon or stars, blacker than space. Kaliana tucked a stray strand of hair behind her brat's ear and on closer inspection of her head realized the strand was black. 'She has black streaks in her hair!' Kaliana's smile broadened as she hugged the bundle close. The numbness was returning, stronger than before. Kaliana didn't have much time left in the living world.
The brat, seeming to sense her mother's ki rapidly decreasing, started whimpering and clutched at the thin material of her mother's white silk nightgown, tears springing to her eyes and a cry threatening to escape from her perfect little lips. Kaliana weakly rocked the brat back and forth in an attempt to calm it down but to no avail.
The high-pitched squalling of the brat filled the whole house. The midwife immediately came running back into the bedroom and stood beside Kaliana, who looked so pale and fragile in the lamplight. It was a miracle the birth was completed.
"The brat knows you will die soon," the midwife said, gently caressing the brat's cheek in an unsuccessful attempt to sooth it. Kaliana smiled still through the numbness.
"Let her name be Astrid," Kaliana whispered, the name coming out of nowhere. Then, with the last of her strength, she reached up and clasped a silver chain that hung around her neck and tugged hard. The chain snapped and came away with her hand. Dangling from the chain was Kaliana's family crest, given to her by her mate before the Joining Ceremony. The pendant itself was nothing special, just a small piece of metal in the shape of a shield adorned with a silver bird rising in flight, wings spread wide in sharp points of silver.
Kaliana slipped the chain over her brat's head and fastened it behind her slender neck.
"Make sure that pendant stays with her.it's the only gift I can give her," Kaliana gasped for air and clutched her baby tight. She bent her head and planted a soft kiss on Astrid's forehead before she leaned back into the pillows. Kaliana's eyes fluttered closed and the grip on her baby loosened.
Astrid started crying even louder. The midwife reached down and picked up the brat but a fierce growl made her hand snap back. Suddenly the oil lamp on the bedside table burst into flames, glass shards flew in all directions, cutting the midwife and the dead body of Kaliana but the brat remained unscathed.
The flames consumed the bedside table within seconds and soon converged on the bed, swallowing the sheets and spitting out ash. The midwife backed away in shock. A brief stab of guilt shot through her. She should have reached for the brat. Maybe if she had been quicker it wouldn't have died in the sudden fire.
She looked to the burning bed, her brow creased with regret. She was about to turn and run out of the little house when something moved amid the flames.
Suddenly, the little brat Astrid floated up out of the fire, a blood red aura mimicking the flames surrounded her. The bed fire leaped and danced below her, feasting on the flesh of her mother and seeming to reach up and praise the newborn daughter for the gift. The midwife screamed in fear and inched closer to the door, her back hugging the wall. Astrid let out a shrill scream and the fire shrunk back and suddenly dimmed at the sound. The midwife stood in awe as the brat screamed again and the flames were extinguished completely. Astrid hovered down and landed on a soft bed of ashes, the remains of the bed, and the charred bones of her mother.
The midwife, regaining her composure, slowly walked towards the baby. She was surprised to see it yawn luxuriously and immediately fall asleep. The midwife inched closer and reached out a trembling hand. She touched the sleeping brat's cheek again and found it slick with sweat. A maternal instinct taking over, the midwife gathered up the sleeping brat and carried it out of the room. The brat would need a home, willing parents, food.
On that note the midwife entered the small kitchen. A baby bottle was warming on the stove and a can of nutrition formula powder was sitting on the counter. The older woman gently laid the brat down beside the can of powder and turned off the stove. The brat would not be needing the bottle while sleeping.
The midwife turned her head to look at the brat. She was beautiful beyond question with her pale skin and black streaked hair. Her tiny hands clutched at the pendant her mother had given her and a small scowl formed on her lips. If the midwife had a scouter handy she would have immediately rushed the brat to the elite section of town and let them train her to be a Royal Guard. Though only just born, Astrid held an incredible power level, that rivaled even that of the newly born Prince.
But the midwife did not have a scouter and the very next morning, took the little brat to the second class orphanage to be kept there until she was old enough to be sent on purging missions. The incident with the fire the night before was kept secret for fear the orphanage would not take in such a destructive brat.
And thus, the young brat Astrid spent the first five years of her life at the second class orphanage, fighting for dominance and food among the other females and succeeding very well. The adults running the facility were shocked at Astrid's fighting capabilities and her indomitable will to survive. Newborns brought into the orphanage often died in their first week stay but not this brat. This brat was strong, everyone could see it, even the other children, and that is why no one tried to chase after her when she ran away.
Okay there's the prologue. What did everybody think? Like it? Hate it? Review and give me some info.
Please
Pretty pleas
With sugar and cream and cherries and cream soda and a million dollars.no wait.I don't have that much.
I'm getting carried away aren't i?
I think I need to sign in to Review Addicts Annonymous.
Welcome to my newest fic! Yes I'm starting another one. As you've seen from the summary this is not a B/V romance (gasp) yes, I'm starting a completely new thingy here, staring Vegeta's mommy! Yep this is it, for all those of you wondering what really happened before the destruction of Vegittasei, here's my take on it so if we can have a drum roll please.(drum roll) DISCLAIMER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: don't own dbz but the plot is mine along with the character Astrid and any other new characters you encounter whose names are listed at the end of each chapter
Chapter 1 The birth
"All right now push.that's it, you're doing fine Kaliana.you there, bring more rags here." the motherly voice of the midwife was soothing despite its commanding edge. The middle-aged woman sat at the foot of a small bed in a room lit by a single oil lamp on a bedside table. The room was small and the yellow lamp cast dark shadows over everything surrounding the bed. This was by no means the best place for a baby to be born. A baby needed light and comfort and warmth, even if it was a Saiya-jin. This coming brat would get nothing. That was certain. Already the midwife knew the mother would die. She could tell the woman lying in the bed had nothing to live for, no hope, not even the will to carry on for her brat. The midwife knew this woman well-in fact she was the one who brought her into this world-she knew her mate was dead and that alone would kill the will to live in the strongest being.
Kaliana bit her lip, drawing blood.but suppressing the scream as more birthing pains washed over her. Saiya-jin women were supposed to be strong in any condition. That was the "new image" now. You couldn't even show you were hurting in childbirth, just one of the many new edicts the King sent out. You couldn't show any weakness. To show weakness was to be weak. But to Kaliana everything was a weakness now. Walking down the street and turning a corner to avoid a gang of thugs was a weakness, helping your neighbor take food into her house was a weakness, visiting your dead mate's grave was a weakness, screaming out while giving birth was a weakness.
"Yeah well make the King give birth and let him see how it fits in the weakness category," Kaliana growled savagely, giving another hard push. The midwife looked up, a shocked expression on her face.
"What?"
"Nothing," Kaliana shook her head. She gritted her teeth and cursed Freeza in her mind. Ever since the King signed the treaty joining the Saiya-jin Empire to Freeza's, the lizard had filled the king's head with outrageous ideas about how Saiya-jins were supposed to act. Complete bullshit. Everyone knew Freeza was manipulating the King, but because the King trusted Freeza, no one could do a thing about it. Freeza practically ruled both empires, the King was just a front to keep the stupid ones loyal. But Kaliana wasn't stupid, she could see clearly who held the reigns of power and it was even clearer where he would take the Saiya-jin Empire. Her mate knew it too, and he never would have let this brat be born into this world if he was still alive. A month before the general signs of pregnancy began to show on Kaliana, her beloved mate was killed on a purging mission. For a second-class soldier her mate was one of the strongest.but it didn't matter when he was sent on a mission meant for elites. He and his whole squad were completely ripped apart. Kaliana pushed back the fresh tears of anguish as she remembered the day she had to identify the body of her mate. If he were still alive he would have insisted Kaliana get an abortion and spare the brat the pain of living under Freeza's rule but with her mate gone she couldn't go through with it. She needed something to remember her beloved mate.but now, as the birthing pains got worse by the second, she knew the brat would exist in remembrance of both parents. Kaliana would not see the end of this night.
With one more push and an unbidden scream escaping her bloody lips, the brat was expelled from her tired body. Kaliana lay numb and mindless on the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, which paused for a moment in shock when the midwife placed a light bundle in her arms. Kaliana came spinning back to reality. She sat up and stared blankly at the bundle just handed to her by the midwife, who silently left the room, shutting the door silently her to give mother and daughter some privacy. The midwife retreated to the kitchen to prepare a nutritional supplement for the newborn. The mother would not be able to provide food for the brat.
The brat was female. One look at her face was all the proof one needed. She was beautiful.no.much more than beautiful. A copper brown tail reached out from under the folds of the blanket and wound itself around her mother's wrist. For the first time in a long while, Kaliana smiled. Short spiky locks of fiery red hair clung down to the base of her skull but a portion of soft strait hair framed the right side of her little face and curling under her chin. Her skin was pale, almost the color of death and her eyes were sharply pointed, like her fathers, but instead of gray like her father's, her eyes were ebon black, blacker than midnight with no moon or stars, blacker than space. Kaliana tucked a stray strand of hair behind her brat's ear and on closer inspection of her head realized the strand was black. 'She has black streaks in her hair!' Kaliana's smile broadened as she hugged the bundle close. The numbness was returning, stronger than before. Kaliana didn't have much time left in the living world.
The brat, seeming to sense her mother's ki rapidly decreasing, started whimpering and clutched at the thin material of her mother's white silk nightgown, tears springing to her eyes and a cry threatening to escape from her perfect little lips. Kaliana weakly rocked the brat back and forth in an attempt to calm it down but to no avail.
The high-pitched squalling of the brat filled the whole house. The midwife immediately came running back into the bedroom and stood beside Kaliana, who looked so pale and fragile in the lamplight. It was a miracle the birth was completed.
"The brat knows you will die soon," the midwife said, gently caressing the brat's cheek in an unsuccessful attempt to sooth it. Kaliana smiled still through the numbness.
"Let her name be Astrid," Kaliana whispered, the name coming out of nowhere. Then, with the last of her strength, she reached up and clasped a silver chain that hung around her neck and tugged hard. The chain snapped and came away with her hand. Dangling from the chain was Kaliana's family crest, given to her by her mate before the Joining Ceremony. The pendant itself was nothing special, just a small piece of metal in the shape of a shield adorned with a silver bird rising in flight, wings spread wide in sharp points of silver.
Kaliana slipped the chain over her brat's head and fastened it behind her slender neck.
"Make sure that pendant stays with her.it's the only gift I can give her," Kaliana gasped for air and clutched her baby tight. She bent her head and planted a soft kiss on Astrid's forehead before she leaned back into the pillows. Kaliana's eyes fluttered closed and the grip on her baby loosened.
Astrid started crying even louder. The midwife reached down and picked up the brat but a fierce growl made her hand snap back. Suddenly the oil lamp on the bedside table burst into flames, glass shards flew in all directions, cutting the midwife and the dead body of Kaliana but the brat remained unscathed.
The flames consumed the bedside table within seconds and soon converged on the bed, swallowing the sheets and spitting out ash. The midwife backed away in shock. A brief stab of guilt shot through her. She should have reached for the brat. Maybe if she had been quicker it wouldn't have died in the sudden fire.
She looked to the burning bed, her brow creased with regret. She was about to turn and run out of the little house when something moved amid the flames.
Suddenly, the little brat Astrid floated up out of the fire, a blood red aura mimicking the flames surrounded her. The bed fire leaped and danced below her, feasting on the flesh of her mother and seeming to reach up and praise the newborn daughter for the gift. The midwife screamed in fear and inched closer to the door, her back hugging the wall. Astrid let out a shrill scream and the fire shrunk back and suddenly dimmed at the sound. The midwife stood in awe as the brat screamed again and the flames were extinguished completely. Astrid hovered down and landed on a soft bed of ashes, the remains of the bed, and the charred bones of her mother.
The midwife, regaining her composure, slowly walked towards the baby. She was surprised to see it yawn luxuriously and immediately fall asleep. The midwife inched closer and reached out a trembling hand. She touched the sleeping brat's cheek again and found it slick with sweat. A maternal instinct taking over, the midwife gathered up the sleeping brat and carried it out of the room. The brat would need a home, willing parents, food.
On that note the midwife entered the small kitchen. A baby bottle was warming on the stove and a can of nutrition formula powder was sitting on the counter. The older woman gently laid the brat down beside the can of powder and turned off the stove. The brat would not be needing the bottle while sleeping.
The midwife turned her head to look at the brat. She was beautiful beyond question with her pale skin and black streaked hair. Her tiny hands clutched at the pendant her mother had given her and a small scowl formed on her lips. If the midwife had a scouter handy she would have immediately rushed the brat to the elite section of town and let them train her to be a Royal Guard. Though only just born, Astrid held an incredible power level, that rivaled even that of the newly born Prince.
But the midwife did not have a scouter and the very next morning, took the little brat to the second class orphanage to be kept there until she was old enough to be sent on purging missions. The incident with the fire the night before was kept secret for fear the orphanage would not take in such a destructive brat.
And thus, the young brat Astrid spent the first five years of her life at the second class orphanage, fighting for dominance and food among the other females and succeeding very well. The adults running the facility were shocked at Astrid's fighting capabilities and her indomitable will to survive. Newborns brought into the orphanage often died in their first week stay but not this brat. This brat was strong, everyone could see it, even the other children, and that is why no one tried to chase after her when she ran away.
Okay there's the prologue. What did everybody think? Like it? Hate it? Review and give me some info.
Please
Pretty pleas
With sugar and cream and cherries and cream soda and a million dollars.no wait.I don't have that much.
I'm getting carried away aren't i?
I think I need to sign in to Review Addicts Annonymous.