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Arahai (princess) Karasahi (aka Keera) Shiromi, and Keioi (Madam) Krystal.
Plus anything else with a name that doesn't exist in DBZ that I happen to
mention (i.e. aliens and foods and such). Now that the legal bullshit is
done with..}}}
~~~don't forget to R&R or I will hunt you down and wedgie you. And if you are Matthew, I will nuggie you, call you Private Shitweasel, tell all your battlebuddies you masturbate to cheese, and THEN wedgie you if you're lucky.~~~
**Oninu, Naomi, and PF, thankyou for gracing my story with such wonderful reviews. And Oninu, keep up the good (no, GREAT) work. You so rock, sistah!!**
- Chapter 2 -
Survival
The weeks that passed after the death of my natal world stretched on like centuries. I couldn't eat, I didn't want to move, and when I slept I had terrible dreams about Gabio and Kuoi Freeza. It took some time for me to come around again. After all, Xansha was there for me, and Shiromi never left my side. I don't believe I was ever the same, but I had swallowed my depression enough to smile again. To occupy my thoughts, I trained. I tested my physical limits mercilessly, one could call it self-mutilation. So obsessed was I to get stronger, I often forgot to eat. I HAD to kill Freeza. That was my destiny. I was the prince of all saiyans, and therefore I would be my species' savior. I was the universe's only hope against my own master's destructive appetite for carnage.
Or so I thought. Of course, at five-and-a-half, though all 42 pounds of me was muscle and attitude, I was no match for even Freeza's second-class minions. But I was getting there. I had beaten my rival Radditz at our traditional sparring game and stood as second-strongest of the saiyans.
We hated being controlled so by these strange and disrespectful creatures. We were ordered around, made to do menial labor around the station. They must have thought us worthless at the time. Until my mother had given birth and was able to train us, we were good for little else.
We settled in relatively well. Radditz and Nappa shared a room with small bunk beds; Shiromi had her own room, and Xansha and I shared one; obviously they acknowledged her social status because it was a semi- elite's former quarters.
As her pregnancy waned, Xansha was constantly in more pain, unable to walk as much. I remember thinking that she was dying. I now realize, looking back, I wasn't far off.
Six weeks (earth time) after our arrival, I remember walking into Xansha's and my own living quarters, throwing aside the rag I had been given to dust storage unit 56B with. I flopped down on the bed next to where Xansha sat, eyes closed, holding her large abdomen.
"Xansha.. Icade nuido mai, dome oru kamundo zhenshi...1"
"Vegeta! Jomure na kui saiyadan!2 I thought I taught you better than that."
Freeza forbade any language to be spoken but that of the Intergalactic Union. We never really paid much attention to the law, but Xansha was always trying to stay on Freeza's good side. And for good reason. I was the only one who wanted to be on his BAD side.
"But.. I'm a prince..they can't tell me what to do." I sat up, a mischievous grin crossing my chubby features. "Nei duma REI!!!3" At this, Xansha merely hit the back of my head softly, knowing I wasn't serious. I actually WAS, just on a different level.
I sighed and flopped back down again. "I want Gabio." I murmured softly, pouting.
Xansha was silent for some time. I felt her shudder and looked up at her. Her hand was in front of her face, she sighed deeply.
"Run along and play with Shiromi, aduja."
She called me by that name a lot lately. I got used to her over- motherlyness, taking it as a defense mechanism against depression. I had a few of my own. I got up and left through the air lock that was our door, pausing as it closed. I did want Gabio back. He would know what to do. I didn't even fully believe he was dead. Just thinking about that unthinkable day caused my rage to freshen anew.. my little fists balled tightly, my round face taking on that hideous scoul, my tail bristling..I ignored the hot tears that stung my eyes. Every muscle tensed. I hated Kuoi Freeza. I hated him with every molecule of my being. Every minute of my life I henceforth devoted to his destruction.
"Juuu... juui kaile miadyou..4"
"....Vegeta? Jari sui?5"
With a low growl, I punched. I couldn't think straight. I wanted everyone near me to DIE!! Even as Shiromi hit the wall opposite I didn't look up.
"KALE-MAI!??!! KEDUNAZHEN!!!" She stood, ran back and shoved me sharply.
"Dui bahldu!!6" I shoved back, turning away from her and walking briskly down the hall.
"DOKO bahldu????7 Who attacked who??" She ran to keep up, pigtails bouncing.
"Vegeta???"
"...dui bahldu..."
She stepped in front of me, frowning at me with those big blue eyes. I looked at the floor, still breathing heavily with fading rage, tears dripping on the floor.
"Duni demi.8"
"Dei."
"Koshu ma ruzhensha?!?9" she cried, throwing up her hands and beginning to walk away.
I stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Dei...Shiromi, nanzumen... Du.due malu Kuoi Frezzia. Kaile chon.chon sumeri ma dumen aruless."
She just blinked. "And you're special? We all do, shei`o!!10" And she, too, hit me upside the head, less gentle than my mother. I didn't retaliate. I deserved it.
She began to walk down the hall again. I sniffed, wiping my face hastily and ran to join her. After all, Xansha's orders.
~~~don't forget to R&R or I will hunt you down and wedgie you. And if you are Matthew, I will nuggie you, call you Private Shitweasel, tell all your battlebuddies you masturbate to cheese, and THEN wedgie you if you're lucky.~~~
**Oninu, Naomi, and PF, thankyou for gracing my story with such wonderful reviews. And Oninu, keep up the good (no, GREAT) work. You so rock, sistah!!**
- Chapter 2 -
Survival
The weeks that passed after the death of my natal world stretched on like centuries. I couldn't eat, I didn't want to move, and when I slept I had terrible dreams about Gabio and Kuoi Freeza. It took some time for me to come around again. After all, Xansha was there for me, and Shiromi never left my side. I don't believe I was ever the same, but I had swallowed my depression enough to smile again. To occupy my thoughts, I trained. I tested my physical limits mercilessly, one could call it self-mutilation. So obsessed was I to get stronger, I often forgot to eat. I HAD to kill Freeza. That was my destiny. I was the prince of all saiyans, and therefore I would be my species' savior. I was the universe's only hope against my own master's destructive appetite for carnage.
Or so I thought. Of course, at five-and-a-half, though all 42 pounds of me was muscle and attitude, I was no match for even Freeza's second-class minions. But I was getting there. I had beaten my rival Radditz at our traditional sparring game and stood as second-strongest of the saiyans.
We hated being controlled so by these strange and disrespectful creatures. We were ordered around, made to do menial labor around the station. They must have thought us worthless at the time. Until my mother had given birth and was able to train us, we were good for little else.
We settled in relatively well. Radditz and Nappa shared a room with small bunk beds; Shiromi had her own room, and Xansha and I shared one; obviously they acknowledged her social status because it was a semi- elite's former quarters.
As her pregnancy waned, Xansha was constantly in more pain, unable to walk as much. I remember thinking that she was dying. I now realize, looking back, I wasn't far off.
Six weeks (earth time) after our arrival, I remember walking into Xansha's and my own living quarters, throwing aside the rag I had been given to dust storage unit 56B with. I flopped down on the bed next to where Xansha sat, eyes closed, holding her large abdomen.
"Xansha.. Icade nuido mai, dome oru kamundo zhenshi...1"
"Vegeta! Jomure na kui saiyadan!2 I thought I taught you better than that."
Freeza forbade any language to be spoken but that of the Intergalactic Union. We never really paid much attention to the law, but Xansha was always trying to stay on Freeza's good side. And for good reason. I was the only one who wanted to be on his BAD side.
"But.. I'm a prince..they can't tell me what to do." I sat up, a mischievous grin crossing my chubby features. "Nei duma REI!!!3" At this, Xansha merely hit the back of my head softly, knowing I wasn't serious. I actually WAS, just on a different level.
I sighed and flopped back down again. "I want Gabio." I murmured softly, pouting.
Xansha was silent for some time. I felt her shudder and looked up at her. Her hand was in front of her face, she sighed deeply.
"Run along and play with Shiromi, aduja."
She called me by that name a lot lately. I got used to her over- motherlyness, taking it as a defense mechanism against depression. I had a few of my own. I got up and left through the air lock that was our door, pausing as it closed. I did want Gabio back. He would know what to do. I didn't even fully believe he was dead. Just thinking about that unthinkable day caused my rage to freshen anew.. my little fists balled tightly, my round face taking on that hideous scoul, my tail bristling..I ignored the hot tears that stung my eyes. Every muscle tensed. I hated Kuoi Freeza. I hated him with every molecule of my being. Every minute of my life I henceforth devoted to his destruction.
"Juuu... juui kaile miadyou..4"
"....Vegeta? Jari sui?5"
With a low growl, I punched. I couldn't think straight. I wanted everyone near me to DIE!! Even as Shiromi hit the wall opposite I didn't look up.
"KALE-MAI!??!! KEDUNAZHEN!!!" She stood, ran back and shoved me sharply.
"Dui bahldu!!6" I shoved back, turning away from her and walking briskly down the hall.
"DOKO bahldu????7 Who attacked who??" She ran to keep up, pigtails bouncing.
"Vegeta???"
"...dui bahldu..."
She stepped in front of me, frowning at me with those big blue eyes. I looked at the floor, still breathing heavily with fading rage, tears dripping on the floor.
"Duni demi.8"
"Dei."
"Koshu ma ruzhensha?!?9" she cried, throwing up her hands and beginning to walk away.
I stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Dei...Shiromi, nanzumen... Du.due malu Kuoi Frezzia. Kaile chon.chon sumeri ma dumen aruless."
She just blinked. "And you're special? We all do, shei`o!!10" And she, too, hit me upside the head, less gentle than my mother. I didn't retaliate. I deserved it.
She began to walk down the hall again. I sniffed, wiping my face hastily and ran to join her. After all, Xansha's orders.