I do not own Dragonball Z or King Vegeta. Just so you know, I'm not talking
about Vegeta's father from the Frieza Saga. This is centuries before Frieza
came and took over.
Chapter Two: News
Yarena had become silent when in the presence of her uncle. Despite her young age, her memory had been scarred for life with the image of her destroyed home. Her uncle was upset with her sudden silence but grudgingly excepted it. He was rather upset because she had a very beautiful voice. When she was young, she would sing and dance playfully for them when they saw each other. Not anymore though. She refused to open her mouth when near him. Occasionally, he heard her singing softly to herself when in her rooms but that was it.
She spun around in her rooms, dancing to imaginative music. She was singing a song her mother had sung to her:
There's a voice that I can't see. Sometimes in dreams, it calls to me. I hear a voice, but no one's there. It says be strong, you best beware.
It's up to you, you've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, no, never give in.
When something's trying to pull me down, I'm feeling weak, I can't go on, I'm really deep in something strong, I feel those above carryin' me along.
It's up to you. You've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win.
It says be strong, you best beware. It's up to you, you've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, no, never give in.
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, Oh, no, never give in."
She sighed and walked over to the desk, sitting down in the chair. She pulled out a hairbrush and began brushing her long locks. She sighed again and took out an old faded picture. She had managed to keep it from her uncle, it was of her parents, brother and herself. She fingered the picture before putting it back under her pillow. She turned to look at the door when someone knocked. She rose gracefully and opened the door. She bowed her eyes to the ground when she saw her uncle.
"Don't Yarena, stop this foolishness now." he growled. She didn't do anything. He growled and grabbed her chin, he roughly pulled her chin up so he could look at her face. His black eyes locked with her turquoise and stared. "You will be wed to a nobleman in a few months. I want you to start talking before he arrives today." he dropped her chin and left. She stared at his back before closing the door and leaning against it. She closed her eyes, a tear falling from her eye. It slid down her pale cheek and fell from her chin. She opened her eyes at the soft sound of something small hitting the hard floor. She looked down to see a small diamond on the floor. She knelt and lifted it up. It had the perfect shape of a tear. She blinked and rose to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled a pouch out. She dropped the diamond in and put it back.
Several servants came in, holding several pieces of cloth. She was fitted and fussed over by the servants, deciding on a very light beige cloth as her new gown. Yarena sighed, her eyes slowly filled with tears. When the servants finally left, she flung herself onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. She woke a few moments later, dried her tears and slipped her mother's necklace on her neck. She had fixed the broken chain and now she wore it whenever they had guests. Her fingers lightly touched the rare stone, it growing warm and filling her with strength. She stayed in her room, not coming out at all. The servants brought her finished dress into her room and made her slip it on, then started adjusting it to fit her. It had long sleeves and a tight bodice, shaping to her hips but flowing out around her legs. She wrapped her tail around her waist, staring at her reflection.
"You look beautiful, your Highness." one servant gushed, smiling proudly at her. She nodded and smiled slightly, silently thanking her for her compliment. The older servant began fiddling with her hair, tying it in an intricate braid. Her bangs were long enough to brush her cheeks, covering her eyes. Carefully, one servant placed her silver circlet on her forehead, showing her rank as a princess. Yarena slipped a silver ring on her finger, before following the servants. Two guards waited outside, they escorted her to the dining hall, which was where Vegeta was holding a welcoming party. She straightened, looking proud before entering the hall. She ignored the whispers and sat at the table, her seat was next to Vegeta's wife. She waited patiently, until the horns blared and her fiance walked in.
Chapter Two: News
Yarena had become silent when in the presence of her uncle. Despite her young age, her memory had been scarred for life with the image of her destroyed home. Her uncle was upset with her sudden silence but grudgingly excepted it. He was rather upset because she had a very beautiful voice. When she was young, she would sing and dance playfully for them when they saw each other. Not anymore though. She refused to open her mouth when near him. Occasionally, he heard her singing softly to herself when in her rooms but that was it.
She spun around in her rooms, dancing to imaginative music. She was singing a song her mother had sung to her:
There's a voice that I can't see. Sometimes in dreams, it calls to me. I hear a voice, but no one's there. It says be strong, you best beware.
It's up to you, you've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, no, never give in.
When something's trying to pull me down, I'm feeling weak, I can't go on, I'm really deep in something strong, I feel those above carryin' me along.
It's up to you. You've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win.
It says be strong, you best beware. It's up to you, you've got to choose. Are you gonna win, or are you gonna lose?
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, no, never give in.
You've got to never give up, no, never give in. And when you fall down, you've got to get back up again. You know, you've got to be a fighter if you're ever gonna win. Hey! You've got to never give up, Oh, no, never give in."
She sighed and walked over to the desk, sitting down in the chair. She pulled out a hairbrush and began brushing her long locks. She sighed again and took out an old faded picture. She had managed to keep it from her uncle, it was of her parents, brother and herself. She fingered the picture before putting it back under her pillow. She turned to look at the door when someone knocked. She rose gracefully and opened the door. She bowed her eyes to the ground when she saw her uncle.
"Don't Yarena, stop this foolishness now." he growled. She didn't do anything. He growled and grabbed her chin, he roughly pulled her chin up so he could look at her face. His black eyes locked with her turquoise and stared. "You will be wed to a nobleman in a few months. I want you to start talking before he arrives today." he dropped her chin and left. She stared at his back before closing the door and leaning against it. She closed her eyes, a tear falling from her eye. It slid down her pale cheek and fell from her chin. She opened her eyes at the soft sound of something small hitting the hard floor. She looked down to see a small diamond on the floor. She knelt and lifted it up. It had the perfect shape of a tear. She blinked and rose to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled a pouch out. She dropped the diamond in and put it back.
Several servants came in, holding several pieces of cloth. She was fitted and fussed over by the servants, deciding on a very light beige cloth as her new gown. Yarena sighed, her eyes slowly filled with tears. When the servants finally left, she flung herself onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. She woke a few moments later, dried her tears and slipped her mother's necklace on her neck. She had fixed the broken chain and now she wore it whenever they had guests. Her fingers lightly touched the rare stone, it growing warm and filling her with strength. She stayed in her room, not coming out at all. The servants brought her finished dress into her room and made her slip it on, then started adjusting it to fit her. It had long sleeves and a tight bodice, shaping to her hips but flowing out around her legs. She wrapped her tail around her waist, staring at her reflection.
"You look beautiful, your Highness." one servant gushed, smiling proudly at her. She nodded and smiled slightly, silently thanking her for her compliment. The older servant began fiddling with her hair, tying it in an intricate braid. Her bangs were long enough to brush her cheeks, covering her eyes. Carefully, one servant placed her silver circlet on her forehead, showing her rank as a princess. Yarena slipped a silver ring on her finger, before following the servants. Two guards waited outside, they escorted her to the dining hall, which was where Vegeta was holding a welcoming party. She straightened, looking proud before entering the hall. She ignored the whispers and sat at the table, her seat was next to Vegeta's wife. She waited patiently, until the horns blared and her fiance walked in.