"Here is gone"
Lets just say its no V/B fic. Heh heh, small amounts of Bulma-bashing, not too bad though. Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I really really wish I did!! That'd be awesomely cool! But sadly I don't think I'd EVER be that lucky, so therefore I don't own any of the spiffy characters *cries* anywho.. here's the fic, enjoy. I'll write more once I get 5 reveiws! PLZ RandR.. I'm gunna be updating this as soon as I can (fanfiction.net's being mean right now) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Prince Vegeta, we must discuss the economic growth inside the city." a rather puny, purple-skinned alien with huge bug-like eyes whined towards the prince of the saiyajin who was staring off into the city, his head supported by his hand.
"My Prince, we must discuss this! The slums of the city are starting to show the beginnings of an epidemic!!"
Vegeta groaned a bit and then turned his dark-as-night eyes on his 'advisor'.
"What do you expect me to do about it? WORM" the Saiyajin no Oji growled at the now cowering man in front of him.
"M-My Prince I meant no disrespect, I just simply meant to say that many have died already, and I wouldn't want the other rulers of the planets in this sector to think of the saiyajin race as diseased."
"You mean to say that the saiyajin are weak?"
"N-No not at All Prince Vegeta, I just thought that with all the visiting dignitaries the city should just glow with the strength and power that the saiyajin race is known for. It wouldn't do at all for your coronation if they thought the rest of the race weak, even though saiyajin are the strongest race in the universe." Pleaded the little man; he knew very well what Vegeta did to those who even slightly angered him. His memory drifted to a Makorin who was his last advisors, the guards said they heard the man pleading for dead for days. the thought sent shivers up the purple-skinned alien's spine.
"Well then, take care of it. Don't we have some doctors on this planet?! . Incompliant." Vegeta snorted and began to mutter phrases too colorful to be repeated under his breath. The little man yelped a bit and bowed as he ran off to complete his duty.
"Oh umm, one last thing Vegeta-sama, don't forget the games in your honor are this afternoon! I hear they are going to be amazing, some really great matches."
Vegeta waved the little man off and then resumed staring out the window, boredly, 'Maybe I'll go train later. this is truly boring' he pondered to himself.
'Why did that damn woman have to die? No matter'.
That 'era' in Vegeta's life was years gone and Vegetasei had been wished back since then, thanks to that little namek and those dragonballs. Vegeta smirked to himself, remembering the looks on the Z-warriors faces as he wished the saiyajin race back into being.
The few that had agreed to come with him to Vegetasei were adjusting well to the change; Kakkarott's brat's brat was here, as was his brat, the male one, and surprisingly that damn blond haired tin can..(, Pan, Trunks, and, 18, ? I dunno).
The rest had stayed on that pathetic mud-ball, where he had been trapped all those years.
With that thought he pushed himself out of his throne and pulled off his cloak, throwing over the arm of the heavily gilded chair and headed for his private training room.
'The best thing that woman was good for was her invention for training. heh, yeah that.. and the sex.'
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Directly below Prince Vegeta's apartments, only about 15 stories down, in the underground slave quarters, the preparations for the games that afternoon were in full swing.
The palace servants were running back and forth through the corridors with requests from the foreign dignitaries that were arriving a few days early for the coronation, most of who were going to be attending the games.
The Sirok beasts, giant catlike creatures that had scales instead of fur and were the size of draft horses were being herded into shoots, their trainers yelling at a pair of slaves who were being thrown around by one of the monstrous beasts.
Though the main attraction this afternoon was to be the tournament. Only saiyajin, fighting other saiyajin even though they were only slaves. The supposedly weakest of the strongest race battling it to the death, it was an honor among arena slaves to be chosen to fight in this 'battle'.
A small group of these fighters were standing together, all dressed in the black and red armor of the slave owner, Kersrit. His personal emblem, a three headed boar of some sort on the back. The group all fit a certain specification. Black hair, eyes that where engineered to look red, and dark brown or black tails, all male; with only one exception, a female, shorter than her male counterparts but looking no less vicious.
She held her snowy white tail around her waist protectively. It was always a burden as a slave, to be different. She had tried to dye the infernal thing a thousand times, to no avail, the next morning the white coloring was back again. But thankfully she was too valuable of an asset to let go, and Kersrit knew it.
So she had a home and a steady supply of food. She had been looking foreword to this competition for years now. At the age of 23 she was one of the first to be born on the newly reincarnated Vegetasei, and by the age of 8 she was fighting in the arena, and loved it.
'This is going to be a day to remember.' She mused to herself 'I wonder if any of the elite will be there' The thought of fighting infront of any of the higher class saiyajin always let her mind drift. 'What if one of them is impressed and takes me for a sparring partner, to spar an elite!'
"KAMASI!" a rude voice interrupted the young saiyajin's pondering abruptly. She looked up with her reddish eyes.
"Yessir?" She asked snapping to attention. Kersrit was renown for his strictness with his slaves, it was much more like being in the military than being a servant.
"I -said- to make sure you take care of -that- before you fight. You may be valuable, but I'm not having you embarrass me with that freak tail of yours again!" The slightly overweight saiyajin growled at her. He was a little bit shorter that Kamasi, and somewhat stout also, though someone who thought the man to be weak would be sore the next morning, if they woke at all.
He could have been elite if he had really wanted to, but. arena slaves were his passion. He enjoyed yelling and screaming at them. It was common knowledge that if you were a slave of Kersrit, you were good, or you were dead.
Kamasi put her fist to her chest and bowed then turned and ran off to find something to dye her tail with.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There! Whaddya think?! Oooo. its fun ^^ and not too out of character I hope, gimme your suggestions, remember at least 5 reveiws for the next chapter!
Lets just say its no V/B fic. Heh heh, small amounts of Bulma-bashing, not too bad though. Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I really really wish I did!! That'd be awesomely cool! But sadly I don't think I'd EVER be that lucky, so therefore I don't own any of the spiffy characters *cries* anywho.. here's the fic, enjoy. I'll write more once I get 5 reveiws! PLZ RandR.. I'm gunna be updating this as soon as I can (fanfiction.net's being mean right now) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Prince Vegeta, we must discuss the economic growth inside the city." a rather puny, purple-skinned alien with huge bug-like eyes whined towards the prince of the saiyajin who was staring off into the city, his head supported by his hand.
"My Prince, we must discuss this! The slums of the city are starting to show the beginnings of an epidemic!!"
Vegeta groaned a bit and then turned his dark-as-night eyes on his 'advisor'.
"What do you expect me to do about it? WORM" the Saiyajin no Oji growled at the now cowering man in front of him.
"M-My Prince I meant no disrespect, I just simply meant to say that many have died already, and I wouldn't want the other rulers of the planets in this sector to think of the saiyajin race as diseased."
"You mean to say that the saiyajin are weak?"
"N-No not at All Prince Vegeta, I just thought that with all the visiting dignitaries the city should just glow with the strength and power that the saiyajin race is known for. It wouldn't do at all for your coronation if they thought the rest of the race weak, even though saiyajin are the strongest race in the universe." Pleaded the little man; he knew very well what Vegeta did to those who even slightly angered him. His memory drifted to a Makorin who was his last advisors, the guards said they heard the man pleading for dead for days. the thought sent shivers up the purple-skinned alien's spine.
"Well then, take care of it. Don't we have some doctors on this planet?! . Incompliant." Vegeta snorted and began to mutter phrases too colorful to be repeated under his breath. The little man yelped a bit and bowed as he ran off to complete his duty.
"Oh umm, one last thing Vegeta-sama, don't forget the games in your honor are this afternoon! I hear they are going to be amazing, some really great matches."
Vegeta waved the little man off and then resumed staring out the window, boredly, 'Maybe I'll go train later. this is truly boring' he pondered to himself.
'Why did that damn woman have to die? No matter'.
That 'era' in Vegeta's life was years gone and Vegetasei had been wished back since then, thanks to that little namek and those dragonballs. Vegeta smirked to himself, remembering the looks on the Z-warriors faces as he wished the saiyajin race back into being.
The few that had agreed to come with him to Vegetasei were adjusting well to the change; Kakkarott's brat's brat was here, as was his brat, the male one, and surprisingly that damn blond haired tin can..(, Pan, Trunks, and, 18, ? I dunno).
The rest had stayed on that pathetic mud-ball, where he had been trapped all those years.
With that thought he pushed himself out of his throne and pulled off his cloak, throwing over the arm of the heavily gilded chair and headed for his private training room.
'The best thing that woman was good for was her invention for training. heh, yeah that.. and the sex.'
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Directly below Prince Vegeta's apartments, only about 15 stories down, in the underground slave quarters, the preparations for the games that afternoon were in full swing.
The palace servants were running back and forth through the corridors with requests from the foreign dignitaries that were arriving a few days early for the coronation, most of who were going to be attending the games.
The Sirok beasts, giant catlike creatures that had scales instead of fur and were the size of draft horses were being herded into shoots, their trainers yelling at a pair of slaves who were being thrown around by one of the monstrous beasts.
Though the main attraction this afternoon was to be the tournament. Only saiyajin, fighting other saiyajin even though they were only slaves. The supposedly weakest of the strongest race battling it to the death, it was an honor among arena slaves to be chosen to fight in this 'battle'.
A small group of these fighters were standing together, all dressed in the black and red armor of the slave owner, Kersrit. His personal emblem, a three headed boar of some sort on the back. The group all fit a certain specification. Black hair, eyes that where engineered to look red, and dark brown or black tails, all male; with only one exception, a female, shorter than her male counterparts but looking no less vicious.
She held her snowy white tail around her waist protectively. It was always a burden as a slave, to be different. She had tried to dye the infernal thing a thousand times, to no avail, the next morning the white coloring was back again. But thankfully she was too valuable of an asset to let go, and Kersrit knew it.
So she had a home and a steady supply of food. She had been looking foreword to this competition for years now. At the age of 23 she was one of the first to be born on the newly reincarnated Vegetasei, and by the age of 8 she was fighting in the arena, and loved it.
'This is going to be a day to remember.' She mused to herself 'I wonder if any of the elite will be there' The thought of fighting infront of any of the higher class saiyajin always let her mind drift. 'What if one of them is impressed and takes me for a sparring partner, to spar an elite!'
"KAMASI!" a rude voice interrupted the young saiyajin's pondering abruptly. She looked up with her reddish eyes.
"Yessir?" She asked snapping to attention. Kersrit was renown for his strictness with his slaves, it was much more like being in the military than being a servant.
"I -said- to make sure you take care of -that- before you fight. You may be valuable, but I'm not having you embarrass me with that freak tail of yours again!" The slightly overweight saiyajin growled at her. He was a little bit shorter that Kamasi, and somewhat stout also, though someone who thought the man to be weak would be sore the next morning, if they woke at all.
He could have been elite if he had really wanted to, but. arena slaves were his passion. He enjoyed yelling and screaming at them. It was common knowledge that if you were a slave of Kersrit, you were good, or you were dead.
Kamasi put her fist to her chest and bowed then turned and ran off to find something to dye her tail with.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There! Whaddya think?! Oooo. its fun ^^ and not too out of character I hope, gimme your suggestions, remember at least 5 reveiws for the next chapter!