Chapter Two-
See first chapter for disclaimer.
Note: ACK! The irony. oh and by the way thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the extreme lateness and shortness of this chapter. School was bogging me down along with the lack of inspiration and the millions of other hobbies I have. In fact I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the first. *needs inspiration*
He pointed his hand in her direction, his Kai flaring, ready to fire. To his surprise, Vegeta felt sweat pour down his face. Closing his eyes and facing the ground, he withdrew the power back into his body.
Parsi arrived back at the royal palace; happy she had seen her brother, happy that she had made it back without any further misfortune. Although while walking home on the streets of the village Parsi had been treated worse than a third class warrior, people even had the nerve to spit at her feet as she passed. However Parsi tried not to care, the Saiya-jin princess sure didn't feel like she should deserve any special recognition just because she happened to be born with royal blood. However it did upset her how everyone discriminated against her so. How many times had they made her cry?
Parsi opened the gates of palace and proceeded to enter her home. While strolling leisurely through the unkempt courtyards, Parsi was struck with a memory of how they had appeared to her when she was just young.
Her Mother stood smiling, an unmistaken able glow of life in pulsated in her eyes. She gracefully bent over a flowerbed, picked a blossom from the lush green garden, and placed it in her infant daughter's hair.
"Parsi-chan, You must be pleased with yourself; you are more beautiful than flower I have placed upon you." The Queen cooed to her daughter. The little princess pleased with the sound of her Mother's voice sang out in delight.
Now Parsi couldn't even remember the color of her mother's eyes, the tenderness of her face or even the color of her hair. Frieza had finished her the following day. The heartless demon had broken the treaty between King Vegeta and himself when the proud king refused to give up his only son. Frieza, enraged with such defilement, bestowed his rage upon the planet Vegeta, destroying any beauty the kingdom had once had. He then raided the royal household and murdered the queen as a reminder to the King; a reminder that Frieza's orders must be obeyed. In the end Vegeta's son was still taken away from him but even in that deepest saddest hour, the king could not help but think that not all was lost. His daughter was hidden away; to be kept a secret from his archenemy, the murderer of his wife, the captor of his son. Parsi was safely hidden and she would remain that way, at least until she could be hid no longer.
Shaking off the memory that seemed meaningless to her, the little princess began to cautiously make her way towards the grand palace. As she neared she made sure to take extra precaution; even though she knew she need not worry about her father seeing her upon reentry. The king had left his daughter in her quarters to attend a meeting. As far as Parsi knew, it was still underway. After all she hadn't been gone for long. Still she could not help but be cautious of her stern father's wrath. As Parsi neared the door her intuition decided to check just in case.
She raised her hand and opened the door a crack and glanced into the hallway for only just a second. To her it felt like hours. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the person she feared the most standing feet away. Parsi's hand gripped tightly to the handle, refusing to let go although her mind screamed to run, get away. But her body refused the orders and remained firmly planted to the ground, frozen in fear.
Frieza stood in the grand hall of the palace, wishing he had never booked an inferior meeting with that incompetent loser Vegeta, and the other weaklings that inhabited the hellhole planet they called Vegeta-Sei. He couldn't wait to get back to lounging around his spaceship, lazily giving orders. Maybe some baka member of his ship would defy him, giving him reason to blast them to smithereens. Not that he needed to have a reason. Frieza smirked, that would add an amusing touch to the day. Slowly his hand reached towards the door handle; a smile crossed his face at the thought of leaving at last. But Frieza would be departing quite yet. He would have some business to attend to yet.
What do you think? Gomen Nasai once again. I do not believe it is a good as the first. Once again it is going to take a VERY LONG TIME to get the next chapter up so don't say I didn't warn you again. I
See first chapter for disclaimer.
Note: ACK! The irony. oh and by the way thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the extreme lateness and shortness of this chapter. School was bogging me down along with the lack of inspiration and the millions of other hobbies I have. In fact I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the first. *needs inspiration*
He pointed his hand in her direction, his Kai flaring, ready to fire. To his surprise, Vegeta felt sweat pour down his face. Closing his eyes and facing the ground, he withdrew the power back into his body.
Parsi arrived back at the royal palace; happy she had seen her brother, happy that she had made it back without any further misfortune. Although while walking home on the streets of the village Parsi had been treated worse than a third class warrior, people even had the nerve to spit at her feet as she passed. However Parsi tried not to care, the Saiya-jin princess sure didn't feel like she should deserve any special recognition just because she happened to be born with royal blood. However it did upset her how everyone discriminated against her so. How many times had they made her cry?
Parsi opened the gates of palace and proceeded to enter her home. While strolling leisurely through the unkempt courtyards, Parsi was struck with a memory of how they had appeared to her when she was just young.
Her Mother stood smiling, an unmistaken able glow of life in pulsated in her eyes. She gracefully bent over a flowerbed, picked a blossom from the lush green garden, and placed it in her infant daughter's hair.
"Parsi-chan, You must be pleased with yourself; you are more beautiful than flower I have placed upon you." The Queen cooed to her daughter. The little princess pleased with the sound of her Mother's voice sang out in delight.
Now Parsi couldn't even remember the color of her mother's eyes, the tenderness of her face or even the color of her hair. Frieza had finished her the following day. The heartless demon had broken the treaty between King Vegeta and himself when the proud king refused to give up his only son. Frieza, enraged with such defilement, bestowed his rage upon the planet Vegeta, destroying any beauty the kingdom had once had. He then raided the royal household and murdered the queen as a reminder to the King; a reminder that Frieza's orders must be obeyed. In the end Vegeta's son was still taken away from him but even in that deepest saddest hour, the king could not help but think that not all was lost. His daughter was hidden away; to be kept a secret from his archenemy, the murderer of his wife, the captor of his son. Parsi was safely hidden and she would remain that way, at least until she could be hid no longer.
Shaking off the memory that seemed meaningless to her, the little princess began to cautiously make her way towards the grand palace. As she neared she made sure to take extra precaution; even though she knew she need not worry about her father seeing her upon reentry. The king had left his daughter in her quarters to attend a meeting. As far as Parsi knew, it was still underway. After all she hadn't been gone for long. Still she could not help but be cautious of her stern father's wrath. As Parsi neared the door her intuition decided to check just in case.
She raised her hand and opened the door a crack and glanced into the hallway for only just a second. To her it felt like hours. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the person she feared the most standing feet away. Parsi's hand gripped tightly to the handle, refusing to let go although her mind screamed to run, get away. But her body refused the orders and remained firmly planted to the ground, frozen in fear.
Frieza stood in the grand hall of the palace, wishing he had never booked an inferior meeting with that incompetent loser Vegeta, and the other weaklings that inhabited the hellhole planet they called Vegeta-Sei. He couldn't wait to get back to lounging around his spaceship, lazily giving orders. Maybe some baka member of his ship would defy him, giving him reason to blast them to smithereens. Not that he needed to have a reason. Frieza smirked, that would add an amusing touch to the day. Slowly his hand reached towards the door handle; a smile crossed his face at the thought of leaving at last. But Frieza would be departing quite yet. He would have some business to attend to yet.
What do you think? Gomen Nasai once again. I do not believe it is a good as the first. Once again it is going to take a VERY LONG TIME to get the next chapter up so don't say I didn't warn you again. I