IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS! OK. I just realized how much I messed up the story with the last chapter. I'm going to stop and rewind. I'm redoing it. Here's the remake:
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Vegeta strolled down the hall casually, taking his time. (LOL. Get the joke? Read the first sentence of the original Ch. 12.) He felt like pissing off his father today. He even whistled, which made the guards that were rushing past him glance. He frowned when he saw the guards run away from something. Wtf? (If you don't know what that means, either smack yourself or go to a chat room sometime soon.) His frowned deepened. OK. Maybe he should hurry up. He quickened his walking pace.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!" A great roar echoed down the hallways toward him. He ran toward the source of he noise. It was coming from the throne room. Every second seemed to add tension in the air as he ran to the throne room.
He ran down the corridor as fast as he could regardless of who was in his way. Almost there…
He skidded to a halt in front of the throne doors and gapped in horror. The carving! It was… moving!!! 7 barely noticeable planets that were circling the person started rotating. The remaining people of the room screamed in horror and misunderstanding and fled the room. Vegeta was left alone. The orb the figure was holding up slid slowly down until it was right in the middle of the person. It broke off of the carving and transformed into a blue energy ball. It wound up and struck the figure, right at where the heart would be. Vegeta could only stare as the carving shifted and the figure in the middle looked down at him. The person looked at him with contempt.
"So!" it boomed. "You finally decided to come, now did you? As if you took long enough!" it roared. The voice was high pitched. It sounded woman-like.
"What do you want? What are you? Are you the spirit of the Legend?" Vegeta interrogated, ignoring its previous accusation. He visibly tensed.
"No need to get so worked up!" it said, anger abandoning it. "Yes. I am the spirit. I won't hurt you. You are the Prince of my people. You may not know it, but the people love you. You shall be the ruler your father never was. You shall be the greatest ruler of all!" it prophesized.
Vegeta relaxed but growled. "Why has the spirit decided to speak to us now? Had you abandoned us? Did you abandon your subjects?" Vegeta frowned. "I question you, spirit! Why were you not there to help us with Frieza? You were not there to guide the Kings before me!" his voice rose with confidence after every word.
Anger became apparent in the carvings golden eyes. "The spirit shall not be spoken to like that!" Thunder could be heard, but no lightning to follow it. "I never abandoned you. I've spent the many years searching for the One compatible to carry out my task! I have returned because the One has returned for the moment! It is in them that I sleep and in them that I live!" the spirit explained, flexing its fist to prove that it very much was alive.
"How so?" Vegeta asked, quirking an eyebrow. The carving raised its head and smirked (Vegeta style).
"When the One lives, I sleep. When the One sleeps, I live. You are familiar with the Legend?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes," Vegeta answered softly. His arms fell limply to his side." A great King of the past was betrayed by his Seer: a powerful Madokean wizard who could control the Spirits. The wizard murdered the Queen and the King asked the Vegetasei Spirit to let him have his revenge. So she gave him the power to overtake the wizard, but at a price. She told him with that power comes a great price. He would also see the different realities of what could have happened. He overthrew the wizard, but was forced to watch his wife from a different reality of life. When he overthrew the wizard, the power to control the Spirits was passed onto him. He misused this power and tried to control the Vegetasei Spirit. She got angry and banished him to a lonely life to never feel emotions that have positive outcomes again. That is why the Royal Family line has never learned emotion besides anger and motivation. The King committed suicide, leaving the 11-year-old Prince as the new King of Vegetasei. The people lost faith in the Vegetasei Spirit, and she was forced to flee until the people had faith in her once again." He looked up at the carving. "We did not know you still existed, let alone have faith in you. What is your true purpose?" The carving crossed its arms and smirked.
"Well! I see the Royal Family line has gotten much smarter over the years. About 6,000 years ago you were as dumb as can be! The priests never got the whole story" She shook her head. (Now that we know it's a 'she' we'll start calling her that.) "The King did seize control of the Spirits. The five neighboring planets that were supposedly hit by a meteorite? They didn't explode because of some meteorite. Their Spirits were destroyed. He cared too much about his people to blow up the planet, so he sealed me in an orb, forever locked until the One came to fulfill their destiny." Silence. There was silence for a good three minutes as Vegeta thought and worked this out.
The Spirit chose this time to speak again. "You only lose faith if you haven't forgotten…" she said softly. "This carving is what kept me alive. It has reminded you all of the Great Spirit that used to be your essence. I have returned because what is to come will be the greatest threat this planet will ever see. You will know when you need me. The One shall carry out my task. Are you familiar with the Legend of the 7 Spirits?" she asked impatiently, as if her time was running out.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and shook his head 'no'. "We have never heard about any Legend of the 7 Spirits." The Spirit had a mischievous, knowing glint in it's eyes.
"I'm surprised. It makes sense, though. The ones that knew were blown up. It tells of 7 Great Spirits that ruled 7 Great Planets. The people of each of these planets had their own unique trait to be proud of. One had great strength and pride. Another had honesty and intelligence in the areas of technology. Another had common sense and strategy. The fourth planet had honor and determination. The fifth: the power of disguise. The sixth: the knowledge of the past, present, and future, and the seventh: negotiation abilities and peace seeking skills. Together, these races would create the perfect army to defend against any evil.
When we created each of these races, we expected them to come together. When this happened, they would evolve into perfect beings, capable of bringing justice to the galaxy. But the more powerful ones decided they wanted to rule these other species, not become them. The ones that did this stayed the same, and the ones that were willing to learn evolved. But because of their race, some of them paid a price and were exiled for their differences. Some were praised for their strength in comparison to others of their kind. But others were looked down on because they thought thinking took too long. Some of the planets that were not made to fight drifted off and forgot about the legend. Another one threw itself into its own affairs and didn't care about some stupid old legend. They, too, forgot.
The ones that remembered tried to learn to evolve, but without the other two planets they became weaker. They mutated and were taken over by the evil tyrant you call Frieza. The other two remained as they are today. My sister, the Spirit of the other planet, is strong but not strong enough to come here. We were the two most powerful Spirits, therefore making our races the most powerful. Even if just the two remaining Spirits came together, the race would still be incredible. Unfortunately, you're going to have to work with me."
Vegeta took all this in. Surprisingly, he got it in one shot. "How do the Spirits combine?" The Spirit frowned.
"It is said that each of the planets have the One. When each of them meet from their different planet, the chosen ones combine first. This allows the spirit within to combine.
After it sunk in, Vegeta spoke. "Am I the One?" The Spirit smiled sadly.
"When the time is right, you will know. That is all I can tell you. Oh, Vegeta. I suggest you take a look in the throne room, though you may not like what you see." With that as her final word, she stood up strait and spread her legs shoulder width apart. Her face twisted back into a monotone expression as a blue energy orb came out of her chest. It rotated and hovered for a few minutes before it lost its glow. It floated back to her middle and attached on perfectly as part of the carving. It slowly slid back up and the figure automatically put its hands up to make the familiar stance of holding it up. The 2 remaining planets stopped and rotated in the opposite direction while the other 5 reappeared and followed their example. After that, it stopped. It was a carving again.
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What is going on behind the throne room door? What will happen to poor Vegeta? Find out tomorrow! (I'm posting the next chapter tomorrow, if you couldn't tell.) I would put it on the little story genre and everything, but for some reason it won't let me. This is turning into a mystery. SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY ERRORS, ITS JUST THAT TRYING TO REREAD THIS WHOLE THING GIVES ME A HEADACHE.