A/n - Yay! I'm finally getting around to updating this story.
^_^ here's the next chapter
~At the hospital, royalty and blood collide~
Vin watched from the window on the door. All the doctors were standing around Kylara, waiting for... he guessed any kind of movement. One of them finally moved, prodding her tail with a pen, not slowly, just casually. It twitched. They all shouted in happiness, and left the room, celebrating. Vin just pondered on how they got their medical degree, because they didn't seem smart enough to steal one, therefore being nowhere smart enough to actually earn it. He dropped the subject and walked into the room. Once again, this powerful being looked completely innocent, despite the fact that she was covered from head to foot in cuts and bruises, not to mention the two burns from Ki blasts.
He sat down on the side of her bed and wiped a few stray strands of dark blue hair from her face. For a little kid, she was pretty tough. He wondered if she had any royal blood in her, or elite blood. He rested a hand on her shoulder as she started to stir. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she heard was...
"You did well. I am greatly pleased that you fared so well against Nefleign, especially since she's older and has been being trained by royalty."
She was about to say something vulgar, but wasn't strong enough to speak at the moment. it was really pathetic feeling of her... but she couldn't even muster up enough pride without getting a headache worse than the one she already had. He just simply stared down at her. She fought to sit up. He didn't help. Nor did he push her down. Watching her struggle amused him, and he proved it to her by laughing at her near futile efforts. He was positive that even a full grown male Saiyan couldn't sit up at the moment. But, she did like before and took him by surprise; she sat up completely. Well, that's what he got for once again underestimating her. The doctors came back in, and forced Vin back out of the room. Kylara fainted and they placed her in a rejuvenation chamber. Vin watched over her for a good half a day. He almost fell asleep, hitting his head on the table in front of him when the control pad to the left of the green goo-filled cylinder began beeping.........um......... "BEEP BEEP BEEP"
He walked over and pressed a few buttons mindlessly, then just began pounding on them. How aggravating! and he was just about to take his nap too! finally, he just decided to blow it up, malfunctioning everything around him. 2,000 volts shook through his body, completely frizzing his hair and waking him up, not to mention the almost comical look on his soot- stained face.
Kylara's chamber opened and all the healing gel seeped onto the floor. She almost fell out of the chamber, but Vin caught the-now-awake- infant. Kylara, still half asleep, clung to Vin. He looked down, disgusted. He shook her, and she woke up all the way. Realizing that her entire body had nothing on it but gooey liquid, she curled into a protective fetal position ball. He dropped her and muttered.
"I don't have time for this. You are my new training partner, and I will escort you back to the mansion. You should be greatly honored and pleased that royalty has even considered someone of your age to fight along side me, and the fact that you are a mere female. Now, go retrieve yourself some clothes, and we will be on our way, female brat." Vin said.
"Kylara." Kylara said.
"What was that?" Vin asked.
"My name, is Kylara. Learn it, and I will refrain from killing you." Kylara stated.
"Excuse me, but do you have any idea, any clue what-so-ever, who you are talking to?" Vin asked.
"Yeah, I remember you! You're Vin! The overly-shadowed by your younger brother Vegeta." Kylara said smugly.
This remark earned her a slap across the face. Before she could react, he tossed her a set of clothing. She rapidly put them on. Glaring at him, he continued.
"You can either come with me, or go to your family and explain to them how Nefleign beat you in battle." Vin offered.
Her face was thrown into shock. she had no choice what-so-ever. She quietly followed him out of the room. They walked downstairs and into the main lobby. Suddenly, Kylara began screaming. Vin turned around and screamed.
"Unhand her! By order of royalty." Vin commanded.
A man, around 35 years of age was holding a terrified Kylara. From the look on her face when she stared up at this blonde haired Saiyan, she knew him. Behind him was a woman, around 30 years of age. She was looking at Vin. He was pissed off. Why in the hell didn't anyone ever listen to him? He powered up and glared at the man who was holding a now still Kylara. Kylara was being held so tightly be this guy, that Vin could visibly see her wince. Jeeze! Didn't these people know that anyone coming out of a hospital most likely had injuries, or until recently did?
"I said unhand her!" Vin yelled.
"And who are you to tell me what to do with my own daughter?" the man spoke out defiantly.
"What...?" Vin questioned.
"We are her rightful parents. And, if you don't mind, we need to take her home and punish her. Wouldn't your father do the same thing if you had run away from home?" The man stated as though he were explaining why Saiyans fight. Because they like to, but that's not the point.
"Well, she is now my training partner, and since I am royal blood, I decide what is going to happen to her." Vin quoted.
"She's our daughter, so we still have the right to decide for her. And, tell me, when has the royal family ever gone and done something useful for us lower class Saiyan, huh?" the woman finally spoke up.
While Vin was busy gaping in anger, they walked out, holding Kylara, who looked as though those last steps out the door were her death sentence... well... a death that she couldn't escape anyways. Vin quickly took to the streets, silently following them. It was nearing sunset, so hiding in the shadows was fairly easy. They finally got home, and went inside. Vin looked in through the window, watching as the father took her into a room, and dismissed what was definitely his son, comparing their physical features.
At once he began yelling and scolding Kylara, who was sitting on a bed, her back in a corner. For the first time Vin had seen, she looked truly petrified. Vin watched on, and couldn't do anything because he was stunned, as Kylara's father beat her. When he was done, she looked almost as bad as she had at the end of the tournament. Except, Vin could see, that her father made sure that she stayed conscious. He yelled at her one more time, and left the room, slamming it behind him. She, with all her strength, turned her head over.
Now that Vin could see her face, he gasped. Not because the gash on her forehead, or her two black eyes, oh no. He was startled because she was crying. This girl, which has amazed him by showing amazing feats of strength and will power, was crying. He spun heel and began running back home. Then he just skidded to a stop. If he left her there, and her father worked up his temper again, she wouldn't be able to defend herself against him and she would...
As fast his feet could possible carry him, he ran back to her house. A quick plan formed in his head, and he knocked on the front door. Kylara's mother opened the door, and as she looked around, a spiky black haired member of the royal family crept and opened the back door.
He quietly opened the door, making sure no one was around. He ran into the room as fast as possible, and carried her out. Unaware that she was still awake, he ran. She quietly looked up at him, but her blurry eyes wouldn't enable her to see who was carried her. She would have screamed for help, but her vocal cords were recently beaten in, so she couldn't. Clinging to this mystery person's shirt, she hoped that wherever he was taking her, it was better than home. At this last thought, she passed out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kylara woke on a soft warm bed that almost tempted her to go back to sleep. But, being a Saiyan, her instincts made her get up and inspect the unfamiliar room. A sharp cold voice behind her made her tail hair spike up in anger and she turned around and punched. It was blocked by a hand. A hand connected to a body wearing a royal uniform. A body wearing a royal uniform attached to a Royal head. A head that just happened to belong to Vin. She glowered at him and spoke.
"I have a question."
"And I have an answer, lets hope they match."
"Where am I?"
"Oozaru tail."
"What?"
"I said I had an answer for you. I never said that my answer would be the answer to your particular question."
He stated this and walked out the door, forgetting to lock it. She, stubbornly, followed him silently. After a few hallways worth of walking, something distracted her. An interesting aroma. Food. She ventured off down another corridor, following the enticing scent. She found herself at a huge buffet table, with enough food to feed an Oozaru. All this tempting food was making her drool. She immediately began eating everything in site, at least a little bit of everything. Unbeknownst to her, a very angry, full grown, royal, male Saiyan was glaring at her from the doorway.
King Vegeta glared at this female child that was currently snacking on his lunch. No one, not even his own sons, would dare touch his lunch. Especially when he was as hungry as he was now. Well, now that she did, she would have preferred to have never eaten her whole life. He stalked over to her, spun her around, and grabbed her by the throat. Pulling back his fist, he was interrupted by a call from his son behind him.
"Um, sir? Can I have my training partner back?"
"Since when did you have a training partner, Vin?"
"Since about half a day ago."
With that, King Vegeta flung Kylara into Vin, making them both fly out of the room. The doors slammed shut on them.
"But I didn't get to finish by lunch!"
"I think your life would matter more than your lunch at the moment. I just saved your hide back there, you know."
"Well, I'd thank you, but I'm currently being squished."
Vin got off of her and brushed his clothing off. She got up and looked down the hallway. A familiar boy walked down the hall, the symbol of an elite proudly shining on his chest. His hair was similar to Vegeta's, except the top half was black and the bottom half was purple. Kylara was trying to remember who it was... That boy! He was the one that stole her shirt not to far back. Had it only been a week or two ago? She growled as he walked past. He stopped and stared at her, trying to figure out the same thing she just did. It hit him and he glared just as venomously back. Since Vin was still straightening out his clothes, he threw a nasty punch at her that caught her off guard. She turns around (the punch spun her) and got into a fight with him. Vin pulled him off of her, and kept them both at arms length.
"What the hell is your two's problem?"
"He started a fight with me!"
"Is this true, Alekstar?"
"Yes. Only because she intimidated me to."
"Kylara?"
"I was only glaring at him!"
"Why were you glaring at him?"
"Because he stole my shirt about a week ago, right before I almost got killed by your brother!"
Vin sighed. This is why he didn't want to become king. He'd have to settle all these disagreements between classes and planets and that disgusting Ice- jin, Freiza. Shuddering in revolt he turned his gaze on Alekstar, who looked like he would've loved to put a hole straight through her. Kylara looked like there was worse she could do at the moment. He dragged Kylara away, and brought her to a training room, in which he threw her in, and began training with her. Down the hall, Alekstar went to go check on how his sister is doing while training with Prince Vegeta...
A/n - ok, here's the next chapter. God, I'm going to have a hard time remembering what happens next in the next chapter... this was a roleplay me and my friend had. The roleplay is over a year old, and these are just bits and pieces of flashbacks. If you wanna see her history, the title is "History of Nefleign". Well, gotta go. ^_^ toodles!
~At the hospital, royalty and blood collide~
Vin watched from the window on the door. All the doctors were standing around Kylara, waiting for... he guessed any kind of movement. One of them finally moved, prodding her tail with a pen, not slowly, just casually. It twitched. They all shouted in happiness, and left the room, celebrating. Vin just pondered on how they got their medical degree, because they didn't seem smart enough to steal one, therefore being nowhere smart enough to actually earn it. He dropped the subject and walked into the room. Once again, this powerful being looked completely innocent, despite the fact that she was covered from head to foot in cuts and bruises, not to mention the two burns from Ki blasts.
He sat down on the side of her bed and wiped a few stray strands of dark blue hair from her face. For a little kid, she was pretty tough. He wondered if she had any royal blood in her, or elite blood. He rested a hand on her shoulder as she started to stir. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she heard was...
"You did well. I am greatly pleased that you fared so well against Nefleign, especially since she's older and has been being trained by royalty."
She was about to say something vulgar, but wasn't strong enough to speak at the moment. it was really pathetic feeling of her... but she couldn't even muster up enough pride without getting a headache worse than the one she already had. He just simply stared down at her. She fought to sit up. He didn't help. Nor did he push her down. Watching her struggle amused him, and he proved it to her by laughing at her near futile efforts. He was positive that even a full grown male Saiyan couldn't sit up at the moment. But, she did like before and took him by surprise; she sat up completely. Well, that's what he got for once again underestimating her. The doctors came back in, and forced Vin back out of the room. Kylara fainted and they placed her in a rejuvenation chamber. Vin watched over her for a good half a day. He almost fell asleep, hitting his head on the table in front of him when the control pad to the left of the green goo-filled cylinder began beeping.........um......... "BEEP BEEP BEEP"
He walked over and pressed a few buttons mindlessly, then just began pounding on them. How aggravating! and he was just about to take his nap too! finally, he just decided to blow it up, malfunctioning everything around him. 2,000 volts shook through his body, completely frizzing his hair and waking him up, not to mention the almost comical look on his soot- stained face.
Kylara's chamber opened and all the healing gel seeped onto the floor. She almost fell out of the chamber, but Vin caught the-now-awake- infant. Kylara, still half asleep, clung to Vin. He looked down, disgusted. He shook her, and she woke up all the way. Realizing that her entire body had nothing on it but gooey liquid, she curled into a protective fetal position ball. He dropped her and muttered.
"I don't have time for this. You are my new training partner, and I will escort you back to the mansion. You should be greatly honored and pleased that royalty has even considered someone of your age to fight along side me, and the fact that you are a mere female. Now, go retrieve yourself some clothes, and we will be on our way, female brat." Vin said.
"Kylara." Kylara said.
"What was that?" Vin asked.
"My name, is Kylara. Learn it, and I will refrain from killing you." Kylara stated.
"Excuse me, but do you have any idea, any clue what-so-ever, who you are talking to?" Vin asked.
"Yeah, I remember you! You're Vin! The overly-shadowed by your younger brother Vegeta." Kylara said smugly.
This remark earned her a slap across the face. Before she could react, he tossed her a set of clothing. She rapidly put them on. Glaring at him, he continued.
"You can either come with me, or go to your family and explain to them how Nefleign beat you in battle." Vin offered.
Her face was thrown into shock. she had no choice what-so-ever. She quietly followed him out of the room. They walked downstairs and into the main lobby. Suddenly, Kylara began screaming. Vin turned around and screamed.
"Unhand her! By order of royalty." Vin commanded.
A man, around 35 years of age was holding a terrified Kylara. From the look on her face when she stared up at this blonde haired Saiyan, she knew him. Behind him was a woman, around 30 years of age. She was looking at Vin. He was pissed off. Why in the hell didn't anyone ever listen to him? He powered up and glared at the man who was holding a now still Kylara. Kylara was being held so tightly be this guy, that Vin could visibly see her wince. Jeeze! Didn't these people know that anyone coming out of a hospital most likely had injuries, or until recently did?
"I said unhand her!" Vin yelled.
"And who are you to tell me what to do with my own daughter?" the man spoke out defiantly.
"What...?" Vin questioned.
"We are her rightful parents. And, if you don't mind, we need to take her home and punish her. Wouldn't your father do the same thing if you had run away from home?" The man stated as though he were explaining why Saiyans fight. Because they like to, but that's not the point.
"Well, she is now my training partner, and since I am royal blood, I decide what is going to happen to her." Vin quoted.
"She's our daughter, so we still have the right to decide for her. And, tell me, when has the royal family ever gone and done something useful for us lower class Saiyan, huh?" the woman finally spoke up.
While Vin was busy gaping in anger, they walked out, holding Kylara, who looked as though those last steps out the door were her death sentence... well... a death that she couldn't escape anyways. Vin quickly took to the streets, silently following them. It was nearing sunset, so hiding in the shadows was fairly easy. They finally got home, and went inside. Vin looked in through the window, watching as the father took her into a room, and dismissed what was definitely his son, comparing their physical features.
At once he began yelling and scolding Kylara, who was sitting on a bed, her back in a corner. For the first time Vin had seen, she looked truly petrified. Vin watched on, and couldn't do anything because he was stunned, as Kylara's father beat her. When he was done, she looked almost as bad as she had at the end of the tournament. Except, Vin could see, that her father made sure that she stayed conscious. He yelled at her one more time, and left the room, slamming it behind him. She, with all her strength, turned her head over.
Now that Vin could see her face, he gasped. Not because the gash on her forehead, or her two black eyes, oh no. He was startled because she was crying. This girl, which has amazed him by showing amazing feats of strength and will power, was crying. He spun heel and began running back home. Then he just skidded to a stop. If he left her there, and her father worked up his temper again, she wouldn't be able to defend herself against him and she would...
As fast his feet could possible carry him, he ran back to her house. A quick plan formed in his head, and he knocked on the front door. Kylara's mother opened the door, and as she looked around, a spiky black haired member of the royal family crept and opened the back door.
He quietly opened the door, making sure no one was around. He ran into the room as fast as possible, and carried her out. Unaware that she was still awake, he ran. She quietly looked up at him, but her blurry eyes wouldn't enable her to see who was carried her. She would have screamed for help, but her vocal cords were recently beaten in, so she couldn't. Clinging to this mystery person's shirt, she hoped that wherever he was taking her, it was better than home. At this last thought, she passed out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kylara woke on a soft warm bed that almost tempted her to go back to sleep. But, being a Saiyan, her instincts made her get up and inspect the unfamiliar room. A sharp cold voice behind her made her tail hair spike up in anger and she turned around and punched. It was blocked by a hand. A hand connected to a body wearing a royal uniform. A body wearing a royal uniform attached to a Royal head. A head that just happened to belong to Vin. She glowered at him and spoke.
"I have a question."
"And I have an answer, lets hope they match."
"Where am I?"
"Oozaru tail."
"What?"
"I said I had an answer for you. I never said that my answer would be the answer to your particular question."
He stated this and walked out the door, forgetting to lock it. She, stubbornly, followed him silently. After a few hallways worth of walking, something distracted her. An interesting aroma. Food. She ventured off down another corridor, following the enticing scent. She found herself at a huge buffet table, with enough food to feed an Oozaru. All this tempting food was making her drool. She immediately began eating everything in site, at least a little bit of everything. Unbeknownst to her, a very angry, full grown, royal, male Saiyan was glaring at her from the doorway.
King Vegeta glared at this female child that was currently snacking on his lunch. No one, not even his own sons, would dare touch his lunch. Especially when he was as hungry as he was now. Well, now that she did, she would have preferred to have never eaten her whole life. He stalked over to her, spun her around, and grabbed her by the throat. Pulling back his fist, he was interrupted by a call from his son behind him.
"Um, sir? Can I have my training partner back?"
"Since when did you have a training partner, Vin?"
"Since about half a day ago."
With that, King Vegeta flung Kylara into Vin, making them both fly out of the room. The doors slammed shut on them.
"But I didn't get to finish by lunch!"
"I think your life would matter more than your lunch at the moment. I just saved your hide back there, you know."
"Well, I'd thank you, but I'm currently being squished."
Vin got off of her and brushed his clothing off. She got up and looked down the hallway. A familiar boy walked down the hall, the symbol of an elite proudly shining on his chest. His hair was similar to Vegeta's, except the top half was black and the bottom half was purple. Kylara was trying to remember who it was... That boy! He was the one that stole her shirt not to far back. Had it only been a week or two ago? She growled as he walked past. He stopped and stared at her, trying to figure out the same thing she just did. It hit him and he glared just as venomously back. Since Vin was still straightening out his clothes, he threw a nasty punch at her that caught her off guard. She turns around (the punch spun her) and got into a fight with him. Vin pulled him off of her, and kept them both at arms length.
"What the hell is your two's problem?"
"He started a fight with me!"
"Is this true, Alekstar?"
"Yes. Only because she intimidated me to."
"Kylara?"
"I was only glaring at him!"
"Why were you glaring at him?"
"Because he stole my shirt about a week ago, right before I almost got killed by your brother!"
Vin sighed. This is why he didn't want to become king. He'd have to settle all these disagreements between classes and planets and that disgusting Ice- jin, Freiza. Shuddering in revolt he turned his gaze on Alekstar, who looked like he would've loved to put a hole straight through her. Kylara looked like there was worse she could do at the moment. He dragged Kylara away, and brought her to a training room, in which he threw her in, and began training with her. Down the hall, Alekstar went to go check on how his sister is doing while training with Prince Vegeta...
A/n - ok, here's the next chapter. God, I'm going to have a hard time remembering what happens next in the next chapter... this was a roleplay me and my friend had. The roleplay is over a year old, and these are just bits and pieces of flashbacks. If you wanna see her history, the title is "History of Nefleign". Well, gotta go. ^_^ toodles!