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****warnings: violence, of course. In the third chapter there is a childbirth in a little gory detail, swearing in saiyan (but that's to be expected) and several suggestive scenes throughout (when they grow up of course)****
(*(*Enjoy!! ^.~*)*)
- Chapter 1-
Innocence
Recently, my past has begun to haunt me. I don't just mean the murder, the destruction, the carnage of the more recent past. What haunts me is the memory of my childhood.
The ghost of her.
It was several years ago, decades ago, but I still remember what my planet looked like. I can still see my mother's form, dancing rapidly in front of a fire, vague recollections of her face. The trees, dark and tall, the vast grasslands that spread out forever. We lost ourselves in those hills. I wish we had never been found. Such a dire fate for so innocent a child.
Of all the memories, the fleeting pictures that revisit me, the one moment that has been burned into my mind so vividly was the day my life ended.
I was playing with a stick, hitting it against trees, rocks, pretending I was killing evil beasts. I was in no hurry to get home. Swinging it like a sword, just like I saw Vacato, my uncle, do it. There was... a sound.... Bright lights in the sky. Several small ships... they were heading for the mountains. I froze, staring at their decent. There were thousands of them. A cold fear enveloped me, and I flew, screaming, homeward. That was the day Freeza took over our lives. How did it all happen so suddenly? Looking back, it's as clear as if I had lived it yesterday, as if all that happened between had never come about.
I ran to her open arms gladly. She was standing there, waiting for me, and she must have expected as much. It's a little hard to think of myself as easily frightened, but I had good reason to be scared. Night had fallen on the castle and Gabio1 had seemed a little too high strung before he left for his throne room to greet the intergalactic traders. He had patted me on the head, face set in that determined gaze I too acquired in time. I felt it then. Something wasn't right. Xansha2 picked me up, kissing my tiny forehead briefly and resting me against her hip.
"What's wrong with Gabio, Xansha?"
Xansha knew everything. She would know what was wrong.
"He's just negotiating instead of blowing heads off for once."
"What is nn-.neggish...."
"Negotiating is where two people talk to come to a mutual decision. Most of the time."
"What is moo... mew...."
"I'll tell you later."
I had been taught my own language first, of course, as all saiyan children are taught, and I was still having trouble with this strange new one.
As she walked down the hallway, I sensed something. I don't know if it was intuition, or simply the evil aura that signifies his vile presence. I felt him there. He was with my father. I slithered down from Xansha's arms, looking down the vast hallway. I frowned, turned back to her, looking to her for an explanation. She too looked worried.
"Come, Vegeta, aroque niomes neru3."
I did so obediently, taking her hand. A Saiyan child dared not disobey his mother. We rounded the corner and two guards stood, deep in conversation. I could hear their under-toned voices.
"Judoi-hai4? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I fear the worst. His death could mean the death of us all."
"We're doomed."
I stopped dead in my tracks, loosening my hold on my mother's hand. She pulled me, but I let go of her, racing to the two soldiers.
"Is he..." my small voice cracked.
"Kudo-hai5!"
"...y-yes he is dead, your majesty."
I couldn't believe it. I stood there, frozen, staring at a crack in the floor with wide, misty eyes.
"I... I'm sorry." the smaller soldier said, trying to be sympathetic. How could he have possibly understood?
"H-he did it, didn't he?"
"Freeza, damn him."
The taller one spat, and then realizing he was in the presence of the young prince and queen, corrected himself with a gesture of apology.
"G-...Gabio..." A fat tear dripped down my pale cheek as I looked to my mother, expecting her to deny it.
"Xansha, tell me it isn't true."
She just stood there with stony eyes, mouth set in a straight line. She was beautiful, yet her expression contrasted sharply, telling me she believed the worst. I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth and furrowing my young brow. My tail bristled as more hot, stinging tears splashed my face.
"No...."
"Vegeta, come here-"
"NO!!"
She stepped to me, pulling at my arm, but I jerked away, running in the direction of my father's throne room. Xansha appeared in front of me, and suddenly I felt a fist to my gut. Tears splattered on the floor. I couldn't breathe, and as I looked into my mother's face, the room began to sway.
"Xansha...?"
"He died so that we might live. Don't make his efforts pointless by killing yourself, Vegeta."
"Tza- tza-Xansha..."
She took me into her arms in a warm caress. "I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do now but just survive. I hate to admit how, but it's the only way."
"Xan-..sha...."
She picked me up. I was in a daze. I rested my cheek against her chest, feeling my hot tears run down her cold armor.
I opened my eyes groggily, looking at a wall. My head was resting on her lap. Suddenly something nudged the back of my head sharply. I knew it was my sister, unborn and kicking inside my mother's swollen womb. I turned to look up at her and she smiled down at me. Such a strong woman to smile after all that had just happened. My face felt solid with dried tears, and it felt as if it would crack if I were to change my expression, so I simply turned away from her, clutching a piece of her skirt in my small hand. She smoothed my hair in a motherly gesture and I unthinkingly slapped her hand away, lashing my tail. I always hated it when she fussed with my clothes and hair.
"Codo jurisha6, Vegeta." She said softly, possibly absent-mindedly. I sat up, running a hand through my hair and looking around. We were in their room; on the lavish bed that once both my parents shared. I felt like crying again, but stopped myself, straightening my face of all expression. Next to my mother was her parcel, packed full. Her room looked somewhat stripped.
"Where are we going, Xansha?"
"Shh, pelado, Vegeta, aduja7." She motioned for me to lie down again.
"Xansha! Where are we going?!" I insisted, frowning.
"We must rest first, aduja."
"Why are you calling me by that baby name?! And why wont you answer me??!!"
She regarded me with a weak smile. I could tell she was forcing it and my glare softened.
"To a new life, aduja, a new life."
I decided not to ask. My mother could get abstractly poetic at times, and it was often better not to upset her when she did. I lay my head back down on her warm lap, closing my eyes reluctantly, tucking my tail around my waist. Surprisingly, I was very tired and fell asleep quickly.
I woke on my feet. My mother was pulling at my hand and we were hurrying out the door. I was soon fully awake and realized as we sped down the hallway, we were headed out of the palace. I saw the space dock already had a waiting pod. I wondered if it was for us as we passed the great window and out the servant's door. I saw people with worried expressions hurrying for the space dock. Several pods were blasting off from other sectors. I heard the wail of a baby as it was yanked from its mother's arms to be taken for training. I looked back and watched as the soldier tucked the naked babe under his arm and walked away as the poor harried servant girl cried and protested. "Zaazaaaaa!! Zaaaazaaaaaa!!"8 the baby cried. That cry, it seems, has embedded itself in my mind since. I wake sometimes in a cold sweat, the sound of it ringing in my ears.
My mother climbed into a pod when we came to it, tossing her parcel at her feet and beckoning me to sit on her lap. As I did, the hatch began to close. I felt her shudder as we jettisoned into the evening sky. I looked out, seeing so many others taking off with us. We docked moments later with a huge ship in the shape of one of the peldries9 that I liked so much. I felt dampness on the back of my neck. I knew without looking that she was crying, though I knew not why. She had been holding it in for some time. This was a very bad sign. The hatch opened and she pushed me out, following.
"Come, Vegeta, hurry." We stepped into the huge ship's docking area. I had never seen such a variety of strange creatures in all my five years, and my mother had to tug me to get my attention and stop my staring.
"Doro-kii muro, Xansha! Du kii!!"10
"Jrada!"11
I fell silent then when I saw the three menacing figures that I would know only too well in my near future.
I don't think I'd seen Kuoi12 Freeza before then, but I found his small presence intimidating, actually frightening. I unfurled my bristling tail, frowning.
"Well, if it isn't his bitch and his brat." he said loudly.
Bitterness welled up and I lashed my tail, muttering saiyan threats under my breath. The ones on either side laughed. To his right must have been Keioi13 Krystal, for her gemplates and shiny glasslike hair were blue, and from what I had heard, was supposedly beautiful. I thought she was hideous. To Freeza's left was the massive form of his father, Judoi Kold. His very presence sent a chill dripping down my spine.
"So, have you buried him yet? Or, you savages probably eat your dead, so did you have a nice meal?"
His father and sister laughed again. I lowered my head, lashing my tail more forcefully, now chanting a few curses of illness and death upon them all. My mother just stood there and took it, jaw set, eyes fixated on the floor. I could see the tip of her tail twitching. I always took this as a warning sign of rising anger. No, this time, it was boiling rage. She then did something that to this day I still can't believe.
She knelt.
"Kuoi, Keioi, Judoi, I pledge my services and the services of my son to thee."
"Xansha!!!"
I pulled at her arm with all my childish strength. I had to make her stand.
"Well, it appears your mate pledged to me his and the services of his elite as well. How do I know you won't rebel like them?"
Xansha's tail began to twitch again. I backed away.
"Kuoi, they never did. We have done nothing against you."
He was silent for a moment. "Very well. I suppose I would need a few of your kind around. I can mold them if they're young."
Xansha stood, making the hand sign of gratitude and respect.14
"Oh, one more thing."
"Yes, Kuoi."
He stepped closer to her, sliding a small hand across her bulging stomach. I wanted to rip his arm off.
"Get more children for me. Your junior elite. And let's hope the new addition will be strong enough as well."
He turned and strode away. Keioi Krystal stepped up to me, rubbing my head roughly in jest. I jumped back, lashing my short tail.
"Hmmmhm. Cute little pet, isn't he?" she said in a sickeningly oily tone.
"Yes, we could use that attitude." Judoi Kold said, turning and walking after his son. The Keioi smirked at me, then followed suite.
My mother began to cry again. I don't think she could hold it back any longer. She sank to her knees; wrapping her arms around my small body and drawing me close, holding me tightly as she wept. I tried to comfort her by hugging back, but I was very confused. As far as I knew, neither Xansha nor Gabio ever cried.15 In my young mind, this meant that suddenly everything had gone very wrong. I hugged her back tightly and started to cry as well. She drew back, brushing her hands across my damp cheeks and cupping my little round face with them.
"Damore ca, aduja.16"
"Xansha!" She slid her hand from my face to my shoulder and stood.
"Xansha, dei!17"
She turned and walked back to the air lock. I did as I was told. I sat on the floor where I was, and stayed.
It took her a few hours. Aliens walked past, some stared wondering what I was doing. I wondered as well. Still, I dared not disobey her. I stood when I saw her familiar form emerge from the air lock. Shiromi was with her. I can't remember a childhood memory without Shiromi. We played often in the forests and hills. I saw her every day in my parent's quarters. Her happy little face greeted my every morning at breakfast. But that same pale face was now streaked with tears. I ran to her and hugged her. She hesitantly and weakly hugged back. I looked up as two more forms appeared from the air lock. My older rival, Radditz of the Iedri 18, and my assigned bodyguard, Nappa. Both looked lost, confused, and afraid. Radditz, upon seeing me, straightened up, smirking.
"So, it's the young prince."
He bowed. Nappa, not knowing that the gesture was in mockery, did the same out of respect. I ignored both, looking to my mother.
"Xansha, what is going to happen to us?"
She forced a weak smile. "They will give us a place to live, feed us and let us live in return for our power."
"But. but we have a place to live."
"Aduja, that is no longer our home."
"But.Xansha..."
"Kedunazhen19." Radditz remarked, folding his arms.
"Kedoia-hai20, what does this mean?" Shiromi asked, tugging at her skirt.
Xansha looked down at her kindly, placing a hand gently on her little red head. "I will explain later. Now, we must hurry."
We reached Freeza's quarters to find him gone.
And then..
Shiromi was the first to see it. She stepped slowly to the huge dome of window, staring out at our homeplanet, which was glowing softly in the radiance of our one sun, Altuide`. So beautiful it looked, the oceans glinting in microscopic facets, the lush color of the land, green, gold, black, orange.ill never forget my first, my last look upon planet Vegeta's fair face. A multitude of saiyans were hovering just below the atmosphere, facing off, it seemed. I felt an extreme and evil power thrumming in my ears like electricity in the air. All of us children drew our hands over our ears, wincing. Xansha put both hands to the glass suddenly, wide-eyed, mouth slack. I'd never seen that expression on her face before.
"DEI!!!"
A brilliant light. It grew steadily in size, brighter and brighter. I stared out in awe and bewilderment, the growing, dazzling light. The light shot towards our planet.
Suddenly everything went silent, as if our ears had been stuffed or all sound in the universe ceased to exist for one shattering moment. I screamed then, my voice inaudible in that soundless void. The explosion that followed released the universe from its spell, now deafening us with a thunderous boom that shook the galaxy itself. We fell flat from the blast, our souls being shaken from the inside out. I think we all felt them go. Trillions of lives suddenly extinguished, and were no more.
I was up again in an instant, banging against the glass and screaming in my native tongue. There was no possible way my entire race could be defeated so easily! Were we not the dominant race of the universe?? Everything I had known - gone! All my hiding places, the hills the mountains, trees, oceans, a planet that had taken millennia to form reduced to scattered dust in an instant! HOW DARE THEY???!!?!
"DEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Tears spilled down my cheeks in warm streams. I flailed my tiny fists against the impenetrable clear wall, staring with reddened eyes through the blur of hot tears at what was once my home. All I can remember is that I suddenly grew weak. Everything spun and whirled and blurred about me. I fell to my knees and vomited. Then everything went dark.
****warnings: violence, of course. In the third chapter there is a childbirth in a little gory detail, swearing in saiyan (but that's to be expected) and several suggestive scenes throughout (when they grow up of course)****
(*(*Enjoy!! ^.~*)*)
- Chapter 1-
Innocence
Recently, my past has begun to haunt me. I don't just mean the murder, the destruction, the carnage of the more recent past. What haunts me is the memory of my childhood.
The ghost of her.
It was several years ago, decades ago, but I still remember what my planet looked like. I can still see my mother's form, dancing rapidly in front of a fire, vague recollections of her face. The trees, dark and tall, the vast grasslands that spread out forever. We lost ourselves in those hills. I wish we had never been found. Such a dire fate for so innocent a child.
Of all the memories, the fleeting pictures that revisit me, the one moment that has been burned into my mind so vividly was the day my life ended.
I was playing with a stick, hitting it against trees, rocks, pretending I was killing evil beasts. I was in no hurry to get home. Swinging it like a sword, just like I saw Vacato, my uncle, do it. There was... a sound.... Bright lights in the sky. Several small ships... they were heading for the mountains. I froze, staring at their decent. There were thousands of them. A cold fear enveloped me, and I flew, screaming, homeward. That was the day Freeza took over our lives. How did it all happen so suddenly? Looking back, it's as clear as if I had lived it yesterday, as if all that happened between had never come about.
I ran to her open arms gladly. She was standing there, waiting for me, and she must have expected as much. It's a little hard to think of myself as easily frightened, but I had good reason to be scared. Night had fallen on the castle and Gabio1 had seemed a little too high strung before he left for his throne room to greet the intergalactic traders. He had patted me on the head, face set in that determined gaze I too acquired in time. I felt it then. Something wasn't right. Xansha2 picked me up, kissing my tiny forehead briefly and resting me against her hip.
"What's wrong with Gabio, Xansha?"
Xansha knew everything. She would know what was wrong.
"He's just negotiating instead of blowing heads off for once."
"What is nn-.neggish...."
"Negotiating is where two people talk to come to a mutual decision. Most of the time."
"What is moo... mew...."
"I'll tell you later."
I had been taught my own language first, of course, as all saiyan children are taught, and I was still having trouble with this strange new one.
As she walked down the hallway, I sensed something. I don't know if it was intuition, or simply the evil aura that signifies his vile presence. I felt him there. He was with my father. I slithered down from Xansha's arms, looking down the vast hallway. I frowned, turned back to her, looking to her for an explanation. She too looked worried.
"Come, Vegeta, aroque niomes neru3."
I did so obediently, taking her hand. A Saiyan child dared not disobey his mother. We rounded the corner and two guards stood, deep in conversation. I could hear their under-toned voices.
"Judoi-hai4? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I fear the worst. His death could mean the death of us all."
"We're doomed."
I stopped dead in my tracks, loosening my hold on my mother's hand. She pulled me, but I let go of her, racing to the two soldiers.
"Is he..." my small voice cracked.
"Kudo-hai5!"
"...y-yes he is dead, your majesty."
I couldn't believe it. I stood there, frozen, staring at a crack in the floor with wide, misty eyes.
"I... I'm sorry." the smaller soldier said, trying to be sympathetic. How could he have possibly understood?
"H-he did it, didn't he?"
"Freeza, damn him."
The taller one spat, and then realizing he was in the presence of the young prince and queen, corrected himself with a gesture of apology.
"G-...Gabio..." A fat tear dripped down my pale cheek as I looked to my mother, expecting her to deny it.
"Xansha, tell me it isn't true."
She just stood there with stony eyes, mouth set in a straight line. She was beautiful, yet her expression contrasted sharply, telling me she believed the worst. I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth and furrowing my young brow. My tail bristled as more hot, stinging tears splashed my face.
"No...."
"Vegeta, come here-"
"NO!!"
She stepped to me, pulling at my arm, but I jerked away, running in the direction of my father's throne room. Xansha appeared in front of me, and suddenly I felt a fist to my gut. Tears splattered on the floor. I couldn't breathe, and as I looked into my mother's face, the room began to sway.
"Xansha...?"
"He died so that we might live. Don't make his efforts pointless by killing yourself, Vegeta."
"Tza- tza-Xansha..."
She took me into her arms in a warm caress. "I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do now but just survive. I hate to admit how, but it's the only way."
"Xan-..sha...."
She picked me up. I was in a daze. I rested my cheek against her chest, feeling my hot tears run down her cold armor.
I opened my eyes groggily, looking at a wall. My head was resting on her lap. Suddenly something nudged the back of my head sharply. I knew it was my sister, unborn and kicking inside my mother's swollen womb. I turned to look up at her and she smiled down at me. Such a strong woman to smile after all that had just happened. My face felt solid with dried tears, and it felt as if it would crack if I were to change my expression, so I simply turned away from her, clutching a piece of her skirt in my small hand. She smoothed my hair in a motherly gesture and I unthinkingly slapped her hand away, lashing my tail. I always hated it when she fussed with my clothes and hair.
"Codo jurisha6, Vegeta." She said softly, possibly absent-mindedly. I sat up, running a hand through my hair and looking around. We were in their room; on the lavish bed that once both my parents shared. I felt like crying again, but stopped myself, straightening my face of all expression. Next to my mother was her parcel, packed full. Her room looked somewhat stripped.
"Where are we going, Xansha?"
"Shh, pelado, Vegeta, aduja7." She motioned for me to lie down again.
"Xansha! Where are we going?!" I insisted, frowning.
"We must rest first, aduja."
"Why are you calling me by that baby name?! And why wont you answer me??!!"
She regarded me with a weak smile. I could tell she was forcing it and my glare softened.
"To a new life, aduja, a new life."
I decided not to ask. My mother could get abstractly poetic at times, and it was often better not to upset her when she did. I lay my head back down on her warm lap, closing my eyes reluctantly, tucking my tail around my waist. Surprisingly, I was very tired and fell asleep quickly.
I woke on my feet. My mother was pulling at my hand and we were hurrying out the door. I was soon fully awake and realized as we sped down the hallway, we were headed out of the palace. I saw the space dock already had a waiting pod. I wondered if it was for us as we passed the great window and out the servant's door. I saw people with worried expressions hurrying for the space dock. Several pods were blasting off from other sectors. I heard the wail of a baby as it was yanked from its mother's arms to be taken for training. I looked back and watched as the soldier tucked the naked babe under his arm and walked away as the poor harried servant girl cried and protested. "Zaazaaaaa!! Zaaaazaaaaaa!!"8 the baby cried. That cry, it seems, has embedded itself in my mind since. I wake sometimes in a cold sweat, the sound of it ringing in my ears.
My mother climbed into a pod when we came to it, tossing her parcel at her feet and beckoning me to sit on her lap. As I did, the hatch began to close. I felt her shudder as we jettisoned into the evening sky. I looked out, seeing so many others taking off with us. We docked moments later with a huge ship in the shape of one of the peldries9 that I liked so much. I felt dampness on the back of my neck. I knew without looking that she was crying, though I knew not why. She had been holding it in for some time. This was a very bad sign. The hatch opened and she pushed me out, following.
"Come, Vegeta, hurry." We stepped into the huge ship's docking area. I had never seen such a variety of strange creatures in all my five years, and my mother had to tug me to get my attention and stop my staring.
"Doro-kii muro, Xansha! Du kii!!"10
"Jrada!"11
I fell silent then when I saw the three menacing figures that I would know only too well in my near future.
I don't think I'd seen Kuoi12 Freeza before then, but I found his small presence intimidating, actually frightening. I unfurled my bristling tail, frowning.
"Well, if it isn't his bitch and his brat." he said loudly.
Bitterness welled up and I lashed my tail, muttering saiyan threats under my breath. The ones on either side laughed. To his right must have been Keioi13 Krystal, for her gemplates and shiny glasslike hair were blue, and from what I had heard, was supposedly beautiful. I thought she was hideous. To Freeza's left was the massive form of his father, Judoi Kold. His very presence sent a chill dripping down my spine.
"So, have you buried him yet? Or, you savages probably eat your dead, so did you have a nice meal?"
His father and sister laughed again. I lowered my head, lashing my tail more forcefully, now chanting a few curses of illness and death upon them all. My mother just stood there and took it, jaw set, eyes fixated on the floor. I could see the tip of her tail twitching. I always took this as a warning sign of rising anger. No, this time, it was boiling rage. She then did something that to this day I still can't believe.
She knelt.
"Kuoi, Keioi, Judoi, I pledge my services and the services of my son to thee."
"Xansha!!!"
I pulled at her arm with all my childish strength. I had to make her stand.
"Well, it appears your mate pledged to me his and the services of his elite as well. How do I know you won't rebel like them?"
Xansha's tail began to twitch again. I backed away.
"Kuoi, they never did. We have done nothing against you."
He was silent for a moment. "Very well. I suppose I would need a few of your kind around. I can mold them if they're young."
Xansha stood, making the hand sign of gratitude and respect.14
"Oh, one more thing."
"Yes, Kuoi."
He stepped closer to her, sliding a small hand across her bulging stomach. I wanted to rip his arm off.
"Get more children for me. Your junior elite. And let's hope the new addition will be strong enough as well."
He turned and strode away. Keioi Krystal stepped up to me, rubbing my head roughly in jest. I jumped back, lashing my short tail.
"Hmmmhm. Cute little pet, isn't he?" she said in a sickeningly oily tone.
"Yes, we could use that attitude." Judoi Kold said, turning and walking after his son. The Keioi smirked at me, then followed suite.
My mother began to cry again. I don't think she could hold it back any longer. She sank to her knees; wrapping her arms around my small body and drawing me close, holding me tightly as she wept. I tried to comfort her by hugging back, but I was very confused. As far as I knew, neither Xansha nor Gabio ever cried.15 In my young mind, this meant that suddenly everything had gone very wrong. I hugged her back tightly and started to cry as well. She drew back, brushing her hands across my damp cheeks and cupping my little round face with them.
"Damore ca, aduja.16"
"Xansha!" She slid her hand from my face to my shoulder and stood.
"Xansha, dei!17"
She turned and walked back to the air lock. I did as I was told. I sat on the floor where I was, and stayed.
It took her a few hours. Aliens walked past, some stared wondering what I was doing. I wondered as well. Still, I dared not disobey her. I stood when I saw her familiar form emerge from the air lock. Shiromi was with her. I can't remember a childhood memory without Shiromi. We played often in the forests and hills. I saw her every day in my parent's quarters. Her happy little face greeted my every morning at breakfast. But that same pale face was now streaked with tears. I ran to her and hugged her. She hesitantly and weakly hugged back. I looked up as two more forms appeared from the air lock. My older rival, Radditz of the Iedri 18, and my assigned bodyguard, Nappa. Both looked lost, confused, and afraid. Radditz, upon seeing me, straightened up, smirking.
"So, it's the young prince."
He bowed. Nappa, not knowing that the gesture was in mockery, did the same out of respect. I ignored both, looking to my mother.
"Xansha, what is going to happen to us?"
She forced a weak smile. "They will give us a place to live, feed us and let us live in return for our power."
"But. but we have a place to live."
"Aduja, that is no longer our home."
"But.Xansha..."
"Kedunazhen19." Radditz remarked, folding his arms.
"Kedoia-hai20, what does this mean?" Shiromi asked, tugging at her skirt.
Xansha looked down at her kindly, placing a hand gently on her little red head. "I will explain later. Now, we must hurry."
We reached Freeza's quarters to find him gone.
And then..
Shiromi was the first to see it. She stepped slowly to the huge dome of window, staring out at our homeplanet, which was glowing softly in the radiance of our one sun, Altuide`. So beautiful it looked, the oceans glinting in microscopic facets, the lush color of the land, green, gold, black, orange.ill never forget my first, my last look upon planet Vegeta's fair face. A multitude of saiyans were hovering just below the atmosphere, facing off, it seemed. I felt an extreme and evil power thrumming in my ears like electricity in the air. All of us children drew our hands over our ears, wincing. Xansha put both hands to the glass suddenly, wide-eyed, mouth slack. I'd never seen that expression on her face before.
"DEI!!!"
A brilliant light. It grew steadily in size, brighter and brighter. I stared out in awe and bewilderment, the growing, dazzling light. The light shot towards our planet.
Suddenly everything went silent, as if our ears had been stuffed or all sound in the universe ceased to exist for one shattering moment. I screamed then, my voice inaudible in that soundless void. The explosion that followed released the universe from its spell, now deafening us with a thunderous boom that shook the galaxy itself. We fell flat from the blast, our souls being shaken from the inside out. I think we all felt them go. Trillions of lives suddenly extinguished, and were no more.
I was up again in an instant, banging against the glass and screaming in my native tongue. There was no possible way my entire race could be defeated so easily! Were we not the dominant race of the universe?? Everything I had known - gone! All my hiding places, the hills the mountains, trees, oceans, a planet that had taken millennia to form reduced to scattered dust in an instant! HOW DARE THEY???!!?!
"DEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Tears spilled down my cheeks in warm streams. I flailed my tiny fists against the impenetrable clear wall, staring with reddened eyes through the blur of hot tears at what was once my home. All I can remember is that I suddenly grew weak. Everything spun and whirled and blurred about me. I fell to my knees and vomited. Then everything went dark.