Chapter One*~
The Protrait*~
'Must get stronger' grunted Vegeta as he dodged another ki blast. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. The rays of red light seemed to penetrate through his entire body causing it to glow with an unnatural aura. His body, covered with bruises that would undoubtedly heal, suddenly connected with a ball of energy that came out of nowhere making it contract painfully. Vegeta whipped his head around glancing at the intruder. His onyx eyes narrowed suspiciously as he saw a tall figure in the doorway of his training capsule.
"Prince Vegeta, your father wants you," called the dark shadow.
Vegeta relaxed unintentionally, as he recognized the familiar voice. Kakarott. A bad mistake, Vegeta fell plummeting to the floor as he felt the pressure of 500 times normal gravity. He sprawled flat on the ground, his pride injured more than his head. He grimly got back on his feet groaning slightly and watched as Kakarott moved quickly towards him muttering in concern. Vegeta pushed away Kakarott disdainfully plainly showing that he didn't need any help, especially from 3rd class saiyans.
"Kakarott, never touch my person again! I do not need your help! Get away!" roared Vegeta stumbling slightly as he moved towards the door.
He strode past Kakarott arrogantly, nudging him out of the way. Kakarott almost fell over from the intense level of power radiating from Vegeta. He submitted immediately, bowing his head and followed after Vegeta as the Prince strolled down the corridor yelling at all who stood in his way.
He arrived at two closed double doors, ornamented with jade and a golden knocker. Irritated, Vegeta simply blasted the barrier of wood and metal. As the door blew into pieces, Vegeta glided inside, levitating over the rumble and debris he had created in a matter of seconds. His father raised an eyebrow and smirked, his feet placed on a cushion held up by a jeweled footstool.
"Really Vegeta, did you have to do that?" growled his father who motioned for Vegeta to come closer.
"The door was in my way," replied Vegeta, veins popping out of his head at the very thought of an insolent door that wouldn't open at once for the Prince of all Saiyans.
"And you never thought once to enter the normal way, didn't you?"
Vegeta shrugged at this and turned his back, crossing his muscled arms in temper.
"What did you want me for?" he spat out, "I was training when that idiot, Kakarott interrupted me!"
"Your training can wait, I have a mission for you," the King said.
Vegeta's eyes lit up and he smirked, wondering what was in store.
His father gestured for Kakarott who was standing a little way behind Vegeta. Kakarott immediately scurried forward carrying carefully a large rectangular package. The King took the parcel and unwrapped it, ripping off the brown paper and throwing it onto the ground where servants standing aside picked up the scraps quickly. The large man's eyes moved over the framed painting in his oversized palms eagerly. He turned the painting and showed it to Vegeta whose eyes bulged and swelled at the picture. A slender woman covered with blue fur and hair stood in front of him, her long white gown swaying to some imaginary wind. Her bright cerulean eyes looked right through, Vegeta's knees went weak as he saw her tail raised and wound tightly around her waist invitingly.
Vegeta questioned, "Who is this woman?"
"Tales from villages near here say that there is this woman, called a sleeping beauty. A sayian abomination! Legend has it that she is a Princess deep in a sleep, by the wrath of an evil faerie. Undoubtly, untrue. More likely that the hag is a slave. Your mission, Vegeta, is to claim this blue witch and bring her to me, "continued his father instructing Vegeta on the location of the assumed castle.
Vegeta stood stunned as he realized what King Vegeta's words meant. The Harem? He lifted his head and stared at his father.
"The story also tells of a Prince, charming and all, coming to wake the Princess. You're not exactly charming but being a Prince must be at least good enough," smirked King Vegeta.
Vegeta growled indignantly and said, "Your sick mind is twisted," with disgust.
The larger man only smirked and grinned evilly, stalking out of the room and dismissing Vegeta with one wave of the hand.
AN: Like the first chapter? I know it's twisted but don't say I didn't warn you!:) lol! Just wait and find out who the wicked 'evil' faerie is! In this story, Kakarott is used ok? But Goku's character is still there. Please review and tell me what you think! Please don't flame!:( If I get more than 10 reviews, I'll write a next chapter:) Thanks!
Disclaimer: I dun own Sleeping Beauty, the story. (I dunno who wrote it) and The dbz characters aren't mine, even though I wish they were!:) They belong to Akira Toriyama but this story belongs to me, so please don't take without asking me first:) Thanks!
The Protrait*~
'Must get stronger' grunted Vegeta as he dodged another ki blast. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. The rays of red light seemed to penetrate through his entire body causing it to glow with an unnatural aura. His body, covered with bruises that would undoubtedly heal, suddenly connected with a ball of energy that came out of nowhere making it contract painfully. Vegeta whipped his head around glancing at the intruder. His onyx eyes narrowed suspiciously as he saw a tall figure in the doorway of his training capsule.
"Prince Vegeta, your father wants you," called the dark shadow.
Vegeta relaxed unintentionally, as he recognized the familiar voice. Kakarott. A bad mistake, Vegeta fell plummeting to the floor as he felt the pressure of 500 times normal gravity. He sprawled flat on the ground, his pride injured more than his head. He grimly got back on his feet groaning slightly and watched as Kakarott moved quickly towards him muttering in concern. Vegeta pushed away Kakarott disdainfully plainly showing that he didn't need any help, especially from 3rd class saiyans.
"Kakarott, never touch my person again! I do not need your help! Get away!" roared Vegeta stumbling slightly as he moved towards the door.
He strode past Kakarott arrogantly, nudging him out of the way. Kakarott almost fell over from the intense level of power radiating from Vegeta. He submitted immediately, bowing his head and followed after Vegeta as the Prince strolled down the corridor yelling at all who stood in his way.
He arrived at two closed double doors, ornamented with jade and a golden knocker. Irritated, Vegeta simply blasted the barrier of wood and metal. As the door blew into pieces, Vegeta glided inside, levitating over the rumble and debris he had created in a matter of seconds. His father raised an eyebrow and smirked, his feet placed on a cushion held up by a jeweled footstool.
"Really Vegeta, did you have to do that?" growled his father who motioned for Vegeta to come closer.
"The door was in my way," replied Vegeta, veins popping out of his head at the very thought of an insolent door that wouldn't open at once for the Prince of all Saiyans.
"And you never thought once to enter the normal way, didn't you?"
Vegeta shrugged at this and turned his back, crossing his muscled arms in temper.
"What did you want me for?" he spat out, "I was training when that idiot, Kakarott interrupted me!"
"Your training can wait, I have a mission for you," the King said.
Vegeta's eyes lit up and he smirked, wondering what was in store.
His father gestured for Kakarott who was standing a little way behind Vegeta. Kakarott immediately scurried forward carrying carefully a large rectangular package. The King took the parcel and unwrapped it, ripping off the brown paper and throwing it onto the ground where servants standing aside picked up the scraps quickly. The large man's eyes moved over the framed painting in his oversized palms eagerly. He turned the painting and showed it to Vegeta whose eyes bulged and swelled at the picture. A slender woman covered with blue fur and hair stood in front of him, her long white gown swaying to some imaginary wind. Her bright cerulean eyes looked right through, Vegeta's knees went weak as he saw her tail raised and wound tightly around her waist invitingly.
Vegeta questioned, "Who is this woman?"
"Tales from villages near here say that there is this woman, called a sleeping beauty. A sayian abomination! Legend has it that she is a Princess deep in a sleep, by the wrath of an evil faerie. Undoubtly, untrue. More likely that the hag is a slave. Your mission, Vegeta, is to claim this blue witch and bring her to me, "continued his father instructing Vegeta on the location of the assumed castle.
Vegeta stood stunned as he realized what King Vegeta's words meant. The Harem? He lifted his head and stared at his father.
"The story also tells of a Prince, charming and all, coming to wake the Princess. You're not exactly charming but being a Prince must be at least good enough," smirked King Vegeta.
Vegeta growled indignantly and said, "Your sick mind is twisted," with disgust.
The larger man only smirked and grinned evilly, stalking out of the room and dismissing Vegeta with one wave of the hand.
AN: Like the first chapter? I know it's twisted but don't say I didn't warn you!:) lol! Just wait and find out who the wicked 'evil' faerie is! In this story, Kakarott is used ok? But Goku's character is still there. Please review and tell me what you think! Please don't flame!:( If I get more than 10 reviews, I'll write a next chapter:) Thanks!
Disclaimer: I dun own Sleeping Beauty, the story. (I dunno who wrote it) and The dbz characters aren't mine, even though I wish they were!:) They belong to Akira Toriyama but this story belongs to me, so please don't take without asking me first:) Thanks!
