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 Three: Meetings and Attacks
Yarena stared at the nobleman, her fiance. She had seen him training in the courtyard. He always stared at her when she passed and gave her looks that would be considered disrespectful. He always acted infront of her uncle, pretending to be respectful. She had heard him talking terribly of her uncle. She gulped and touched her aunt's shoulder. She blinked and looked at her niece.
"Yarena?"
"May I please be excused, I feel ill." she whispered. Her aunt nodded, touching her forehead. Yarena gladly rose and passed her fiance, not looking at him. When she got out of the dining hall, she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She had trouble breathing, for some reason, and she slowly went to the garden. She relaxed once surrounded by the plants. She knelt down on the ground, smiling gently at the plants. She leaned against a tree, closing her eyes as she began to sing.
"Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones I feel the need to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand Grain for grain, sun and rain I'll find my way in nature's chain I'll tune my body and my brain To the music of the land
Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down." she spread the skirt of her dress out around her, singing the song softly.
"Plant your rows straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother earth will keep you strong If you give her love and care An old crow watching hungrily From his perch in yonder tree In my garden I'm as free as that Feathered thief up there.
Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down
Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down."
She sighed, finishing the song. She opened her eyes, turning around when she sensed someone behind her. She reeled back, Torundo was standing there.
"Well, my love, I'm so glad you have finally given me your gift of song." he bowed slightly to her, letting his eyes linger over her. She turned away from him in disgust.
"Leave me alone. I am not your love, nor will I ever be." she hissed. Instead, Torundo stepped closer, reaching out to touch her hair. She growled, eyes narrowing. He pulled back, knowing he nearly overstepped his boundaries. "Touch me, I dare you." she stood and left, growling until she couldn't see him. She pulled her braid over her shoulder, going back to the dining hall. She walked back up to the table, looking at her uncle. He sent a questioning look at her and she touched her hair. His expression hardened, but not towards her. She turned, seeing a very powerful lord walk in, one whom wasn't invited to the celebration.
"Your Majesties, your Highness." he bowed to them, his cape opening slightly. Yarena caught a glimpse of a concealed weapon under the cloak, right before he grabbed it and pulled it out, prepared to throw it at her uncle.
"No!" she grabbed his hand, preventing him from throwing the dagger. The guards raced forward, but were too far. He knocked her away, launching the dagger at her uncle. It hit him in the shoulder, causing him to drop to the ground. Yarena never realised she had moved until she was kneeling beside her uncle's side. She held his head in her lap as the guards took the lord away. He was slowly bleeding to death, already he was going pale. His wife was crying and pleading to their gods to let him live. Yarena gently took the dagger and pulled it out, throwing it away and bowing her head. Two tears slid down her cheeks, one lightly fell on his wound. Everyone gasped as the wound slowly healed, aided by the second tear that fell. She opened her eyes, meeting her uncle's surprised ones. Two healers picked him up, taking him to the hospital wing in the castle.
"Yarena!" her aunt hugged her, weeping with joy.
Chapter Three: Meetings and Attacks
Yarena stared at the nobleman, her fiance. She had seen him training in the courtyard. He always stared at her when she passed and gave her looks that would be considered disrespectful. He always acted infront of her uncle, pretending to be respectful. She had heard him talking terribly of her uncle. She gulped and touched her aunt's shoulder. She blinked and looked at her niece.
"Yarena?"
"May I please be excused, I feel ill." she whispered. Her aunt nodded, touching her forehead. Yarena gladly rose and passed her fiance, not looking at him. When she got out of the dining hall, she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She had trouble breathing, for some reason, and she slowly went to the garden. She relaxed once surrounded by the plants. She knelt down on the ground, smiling gently at the plants. She leaned against a tree, closing her eyes as she began to sing.
"Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones I feel the need to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand Grain for grain, sun and rain I'll find my way in nature's chain I'll tune my body and my brain To the music of the land
Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down." she spread the skirt of her dress out around her, singing the song softly.
"Plant your rows straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother earth will keep you strong If you give her love and care An old crow watching hungrily From his perch in yonder tree In my garden I'm as free as that Feathered thief up there.
Inch by inch, row by row 'Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down
Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumblin' down."
She sighed, finishing the song. She opened her eyes, turning around when she sensed someone behind her. She reeled back, Torundo was standing there.
"Well, my love, I'm so glad you have finally given me your gift of song." he bowed slightly to her, letting his eyes linger over her. She turned away from him in disgust.
"Leave me alone. I am not your love, nor will I ever be." she hissed. Instead, Torundo stepped closer, reaching out to touch her hair. She growled, eyes narrowing. He pulled back, knowing he nearly overstepped his boundaries. "Touch me, I dare you." she stood and left, growling until she couldn't see him. She pulled her braid over her shoulder, going back to the dining hall. She walked back up to the table, looking at her uncle. He sent a questioning look at her and she touched her hair. His expression hardened, but not towards her. She turned, seeing a very powerful lord walk in, one whom wasn't invited to the celebration.
"Your Majesties, your Highness." he bowed to them, his cape opening slightly. Yarena caught a glimpse of a concealed weapon under the cloak, right before he grabbed it and pulled it out, prepared to throw it at her uncle.
"No!" she grabbed his hand, preventing him from throwing the dagger. The guards raced forward, but were too far. He knocked her away, launching the dagger at her uncle. It hit him in the shoulder, causing him to drop to the ground. Yarena never realised she had moved until she was kneeling beside her uncle's side. She held his head in her lap as the guards took the lord away. He was slowly bleeding to death, already he was going pale. His wife was crying and pleading to their gods to let him live. Yarena gently took the dagger and pulled it out, throwing it away and bowing her head. Two tears slid down her cheeks, one lightly fell on his wound. Everyone gasped as the wound slowly healed, aided by the second tear that fell. She opened her eyes, meeting her uncle's surprised ones. Two healers picked him up, taking him to the hospital wing in the castle.
"Yarena!" her aunt hugged her, weeping with joy.