{{{I told you I wouldn't update if I wasn't getting any reviews!! I TOLD
you!! Well, I feel talentless! You must all think I suck donkey balls.
Well, fine then. I'm writing for my own satisfaction, and I just thought
someone else might care to see what I thought. I'm about this [__] close to
taking all my stories off the net and finally REALLY publishing my original
works like I always wanted to and can and WILL and you'll all be seeing my
bestseller in bookstore windows everywhere and so there
wahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!
Ok, I didn't mean that. Well, the taking-off-ffnet part anyway.
But it's like NO ONE's reading my work!! Why the cold shoulders, people? Am I really THAT bad??}}}}
Whateverthefuck, I'm going to continue to write and post and do whatever I fucking will and no one can stop me. Not even YOU Vegeta!! *punches the back of his head really hard, causing his head to hit the desk he's sitting at.*
V: ITAI!! I never intended to, ama!! Back the fuck off before I feed you your own giblets!!
A: do humans have giblets?
V: I don't know, but I'll find some if I have to.
A: what IS a giblet anyway?
V:... ..I haven't the foggiest.
A: why did you say it then?
V:.... oh, shut up and let me finish this gawdamn story... * types busily at computer, sweatdropping slightly*
A: *sighs, turns back to audience, which is an auditorium of empty chairs and a rather noisy cricket.* well, on with the story...
##Oh, and this is getting tiring, you know what I own, you know what I don't. Let's leave it at that.##
-Chapter six-
New Arrival
My small footsteps resounded unusually loud as I made my haste down one of those countless corridors on an errand. I had learned quite a bit in two years; I had already mastered my christening mission. I was now a juvenile first-class, eight-years-old, going-on-thirty-three. What did I care? If this was what I had to call my life, I'd accept it. I had no other choice.
Keera had taken her first steps so long ago; it was amazing to think she was still only two. Her first words had been "'Geeda" and "Shishi" (obviously attempts at mine and Shiromi's names.) I guess she thought us her mother and father in a way. Now she was speaking full sentences in saiyan, her first and only language. There was time to teach her the IGU language in the future. She wouldn't need it now.
I was heading for the Kuoi's chambers. Decaten, one of our top scientists, had the locations of five new galaxies to be purged, so we soldiers had our work cut out for us. I wondered to myself at the endlessness of space as I stepped through the huge, open door.
I stopped short, seeing the domed window I had witnessed the destruction of my planet through. It seemed like an enchanted thing that only showed death and all things vile and forbidden. My eyes were locked on the black void beyond it as I addressed the back of the Kuoi's throne.
"Lord Freeza, I have the new coordi-"
"Good. Set them on the table and leave."
I hesitantly stepped towards the small table at his side and set the tablet on its cool surface. Everything in here seemed to be so cold. I wondered if it was the ice-gin's natal atmosphere. Like they would melt if exposed to heat. I envisioned myself shoving the evil lizard lord into an infernal pit of rising flame when I heard his oily voice close to me.
"Did you want something?"
I almost laughed at this: the Kuoi asking if I wanted something! As if he would grant it to me! I caught myself and simply bowed, answering in the negative.
As I turned, I realized I did want something. Something I hoped he'd grace me with. An answer to that question that had been eating at my subconscious and my every waking moment...
"... my lord?"
"What now?"
"I... tell me, please..."
"Out with it. Before I decide you're worth more to me dead."
I spun around, my lip twitching in a sneer. "You and I both know I'm worth more to you alive."
He swiveled his chair around to face me, smirking. Just to look upon that face made me sick.
"What did you want me to tell you?"
I sucked in a slow breath through my nostrils, mustering some nonexistent courage.
"Why did you kill my mother?"
He stared at me for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say. He then smiled warmly (or as warmly as an ice-gin can fake) and swiveled back around to face his window.
"Thank you for the coordinates, Vegeta. You may be excused."
My lip twitched again, my eyes burning slightly. I would have sooner died than cry in front of the Kuoi, so I bowed again and left. He didn't have a good answer, and that was fine. I'd ask him again when he did. And I'd continue to ask until I got my answer. Or until I killed him. I hoped that came first.
}~*~{
As I made my way back down the hall, there was a scuffle behind me. I turned...
And was knocked over by two soldiers in a big hurry. They skidded to a halt at the Kuoi's throne room door, panting and bowing before stepping inside.
"My Liege, we've found another saiyan."
My ears perked up at this, I rose to my feet and stepped silently closer, leaning against the wall next to the door casually. Another of my kind had survived? How?
"What??! Where?!? How!??" the Kuoi's voice was obviously a little more than surprised and angry. I heard a little fear in it as well. This made me smile.
"It was a pod on planet 7IR8B5-dash-9, in the Kuloira sector.."
"Oh, I could care less where it was, tell me HOW!!"
"..b-but you said-"
I heard a zapping sound, then a loud thud. Wrong thing to say. I heard the second soldier gulp audibly, the rustle of fabric and the shift of a boot as he fidgeted uneasily, no doubt looking down at his fallen comrade.
"..a space pod, my lord. He must have been jettisoned before we destroyed Vegetasei. He was living off of plants of some sort when we found him. The planet had no moon, so he couldn't have done much damage..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? OF COURSE HE COULD HAVE!! HE'S A SAIYAN ISNT HE???"
"Yes, my lord, he is... but he's just a baby..."
A short pause as the Kuoi absorbed this. "Is he still alive?"
"Y- yes my lord, he's being examined in the medical unit.."
"Excellent." I heard that acidic chuckle. It made me shiver. "Tell the physicians to put our new arrival into the custody of the other saiyans." Another pause as the soldier undoubtedly bowed before leaving. He didn't notice my presence as he sped off down the corridor.
I heard him chuckle to himself again, his tail tap against his throne with glee.
"Well, this just made my day!" he murmured to himself. I heard him stand.
Panicked, I, too, sped off down the hall before I was caught eavesdropping. Another saiyan! This was definitely good news. A baby? That however was bad news.
}~*~{
The two small children blinked at each other in confusion and interest combined. The new arrival swished his tail and emitted a single syllable of greeting.
"Foo."
Shiromi melted, cooing. Then Ise yelled at her to get back to work. I sighed.
The baby's space pod had been recovered to be used for future use, but there was one problem. It was configured in the saiyan tongue. And since, of course, we were the only ones who spoke it, we had to figure out how to reconfigure it. Luckily, Shiromi had not only been the daughter of my mother's personal maid, but also the daughter of one of Vegetasei's most talented technicians.
We had assembled in one of the cold docking areas to begin examination and work on it, being left with a few boxed and dried rations to keep us until it was finished. The two young ones were placed on a blanket to separate them from the cold metal floor. Radditz stood and watched after them half- heartedly, more of his low-spanned attention on Shiromi's progress than anything else.
Nappa munched on...something... And I sat on a scrap of a ship's hull placed against a crate while I watched our eldest female toil among a mess of wires.
She grunted unladylike as she reached far into the innards of the pod's computer, tugging at something that was held fast.
Radditz nudged the baby with a toe, trying to keep him from crawling back to his pod, probably the closest thing to his mother's womb he could remember.
"Beldo mai zhen delk' shodu ne`.1" Radditz remarked, looking down uneasily at the infant.
"Shodu? Eh, getwe`n rudei zhoni shodu ne` ka.2" Nappa said, looking at him quizzically.
"Tai, joku leme` nai dui tuxo da. Delko nan hurake`du mai naaaa.3" he said uninterestedly, stretching and yawning, then sitting crosslegged next to the two young ones.
Shiromi made an indignant noise in his general direction, muttering "kie`rwa.4" in a somewhat gruff tone as she continued to dig through wires.
"Hnn.." I thought about what Radditz had disclosed for a moment. What if there were more saiyans living? What if there were adults as well as babies? What if they had gathered their strength after these two years? What if, even now, they had his coordinates and were coming to his rescue? What if-
A high-pitched wail caused me to jump in surprise, my tail instinctively unfurling itself. Keera was screaming and Radditz was holding our new arrival up by his diapers, scolding him even if unsternly.
"Dein. Hure` dein. Du mal she`ura dei ito-rau.5"
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, that oughta' teach 'im. I was about to lay back against the crate behind me and close my eyes when Shiromi uttered a jovial squeal.
"I know his name!"
"Jari cho?6" I asked, rising.
Radditz stepped closer to look over her shoulder, still dangling the babe. Nappa even paused in eating to see what the commotion was about.
"Danka Turles.7"
Ok, I didn't mean that. Well, the taking-off-ffnet part anyway.
But it's like NO ONE's reading my work!! Why the cold shoulders, people? Am I really THAT bad??}}}}
Whateverthefuck, I'm going to continue to write and post and do whatever I fucking will and no one can stop me. Not even YOU Vegeta!! *punches the back of his head really hard, causing his head to hit the desk he's sitting at.*
V: ITAI!! I never intended to, ama!! Back the fuck off before I feed you your own giblets!!
A: do humans have giblets?
V: I don't know, but I'll find some if I have to.
A: what IS a giblet anyway?
V:... ..I haven't the foggiest.
A: why did you say it then?
V:.... oh, shut up and let me finish this gawdamn story... * types busily at computer, sweatdropping slightly*
A: *sighs, turns back to audience, which is an auditorium of empty chairs and a rather noisy cricket.* well, on with the story...
##Oh, and this is getting tiring, you know what I own, you know what I don't. Let's leave it at that.##
-Chapter six-
New Arrival
My small footsteps resounded unusually loud as I made my haste down one of those countless corridors on an errand. I had learned quite a bit in two years; I had already mastered my christening mission. I was now a juvenile first-class, eight-years-old, going-on-thirty-three. What did I care? If this was what I had to call my life, I'd accept it. I had no other choice.
Keera had taken her first steps so long ago; it was amazing to think she was still only two. Her first words had been "'Geeda" and "Shishi" (obviously attempts at mine and Shiromi's names.) I guess she thought us her mother and father in a way. Now she was speaking full sentences in saiyan, her first and only language. There was time to teach her the IGU language in the future. She wouldn't need it now.
I was heading for the Kuoi's chambers. Decaten, one of our top scientists, had the locations of five new galaxies to be purged, so we soldiers had our work cut out for us. I wondered to myself at the endlessness of space as I stepped through the huge, open door.
I stopped short, seeing the domed window I had witnessed the destruction of my planet through. It seemed like an enchanted thing that only showed death and all things vile and forbidden. My eyes were locked on the black void beyond it as I addressed the back of the Kuoi's throne.
"Lord Freeza, I have the new coordi-"
"Good. Set them on the table and leave."
I hesitantly stepped towards the small table at his side and set the tablet on its cool surface. Everything in here seemed to be so cold. I wondered if it was the ice-gin's natal atmosphere. Like they would melt if exposed to heat. I envisioned myself shoving the evil lizard lord into an infernal pit of rising flame when I heard his oily voice close to me.
"Did you want something?"
I almost laughed at this: the Kuoi asking if I wanted something! As if he would grant it to me! I caught myself and simply bowed, answering in the negative.
As I turned, I realized I did want something. Something I hoped he'd grace me with. An answer to that question that had been eating at my subconscious and my every waking moment...
"... my lord?"
"What now?"
"I... tell me, please..."
"Out with it. Before I decide you're worth more to me dead."
I spun around, my lip twitching in a sneer. "You and I both know I'm worth more to you alive."
He swiveled his chair around to face me, smirking. Just to look upon that face made me sick.
"What did you want me to tell you?"
I sucked in a slow breath through my nostrils, mustering some nonexistent courage.
"Why did you kill my mother?"
He stared at me for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say. He then smiled warmly (or as warmly as an ice-gin can fake) and swiveled back around to face his window.
"Thank you for the coordinates, Vegeta. You may be excused."
My lip twitched again, my eyes burning slightly. I would have sooner died than cry in front of the Kuoi, so I bowed again and left. He didn't have a good answer, and that was fine. I'd ask him again when he did. And I'd continue to ask until I got my answer. Or until I killed him. I hoped that came first.
}~*~{
As I made my way back down the hall, there was a scuffle behind me. I turned...
And was knocked over by two soldiers in a big hurry. They skidded to a halt at the Kuoi's throne room door, panting and bowing before stepping inside.
"My Liege, we've found another saiyan."
My ears perked up at this, I rose to my feet and stepped silently closer, leaning against the wall next to the door casually. Another of my kind had survived? How?
"What??! Where?!? How!??" the Kuoi's voice was obviously a little more than surprised and angry. I heard a little fear in it as well. This made me smile.
"It was a pod on planet 7IR8B5-dash-9, in the Kuloira sector.."
"Oh, I could care less where it was, tell me HOW!!"
"..b-but you said-"
I heard a zapping sound, then a loud thud. Wrong thing to say. I heard the second soldier gulp audibly, the rustle of fabric and the shift of a boot as he fidgeted uneasily, no doubt looking down at his fallen comrade.
"..a space pod, my lord. He must have been jettisoned before we destroyed Vegetasei. He was living off of plants of some sort when we found him. The planet had no moon, so he couldn't have done much damage..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? OF COURSE HE COULD HAVE!! HE'S A SAIYAN ISNT HE???"
"Yes, my lord, he is... but he's just a baby..."
A short pause as the Kuoi absorbed this. "Is he still alive?"
"Y- yes my lord, he's being examined in the medical unit.."
"Excellent." I heard that acidic chuckle. It made me shiver. "Tell the physicians to put our new arrival into the custody of the other saiyans." Another pause as the soldier undoubtedly bowed before leaving. He didn't notice my presence as he sped off down the corridor.
I heard him chuckle to himself again, his tail tap against his throne with glee.
"Well, this just made my day!" he murmured to himself. I heard him stand.
Panicked, I, too, sped off down the hall before I was caught eavesdropping. Another saiyan! This was definitely good news. A baby? That however was bad news.
}~*~{
The two small children blinked at each other in confusion and interest combined. The new arrival swished his tail and emitted a single syllable of greeting.
"Foo."
Shiromi melted, cooing. Then Ise yelled at her to get back to work. I sighed.
The baby's space pod had been recovered to be used for future use, but there was one problem. It was configured in the saiyan tongue. And since, of course, we were the only ones who spoke it, we had to figure out how to reconfigure it. Luckily, Shiromi had not only been the daughter of my mother's personal maid, but also the daughter of one of Vegetasei's most talented technicians.
We had assembled in one of the cold docking areas to begin examination and work on it, being left with a few boxed and dried rations to keep us until it was finished. The two young ones were placed on a blanket to separate them from the cold metal floor. Radditz stood and watched after them half- heartedly, more of his low-spanned attention on Shiromi's progress than anything else.
Nappa munched on...something... And I sat on a scrap of a ship's hull placed against a crate while I watched our eldest female toil among a mess of wires.
She grunted unladylike as she reached far into the innards of the pod's computer, tugging at something that was held fast.
Radditz nudged the baby with a toe, trying to keep him from crawling back to his pod, probably the closest thing to his mother's womb he could remember.
"Beldo mai zhen delk' shodu ne`.1" Radditz remarked, looking down uneasily at the infant.
"Shodu? Eh, getwe`n rudei zhoni shodu ne` ka.2" Nappa said, looking at him quizzically.
"Tai, joku leme` nai dui tuxo da. Delko nan hurake`du mai naaaa.3" he said uninterestedly, stretching and yawning, then sitting crosslegged next to the two young ones.
Shiromi made an indignant noise in his general direction, muttering "kie`rwa.4" in a somewhat gruff tone as she continued to dig through wires.
"Hnn.." I thought about what Radditz had disclosed for a moment. What if there were more saiyans living? What if there were adults as well as babies? What if they had gathered their strength after these two years? What if, even now, they had his coordinates and were coming to his rescue? What if-
A high-pitched wail caused me to jump in surprise, my tail instinctively unfurling itself. Keera was screaming and Radditz was holding our new arrival up by his diapers, scolding him even if unsternly.
"Dein. Hure` dein. Du mal she`ura dei ito-rau.5"
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, that oughta' teach 'im. I was about to lay back against the crate behind me and close my eyes when Shiromi uttered a jovial squeal.
"I know his name!"
"Jari cho?6" I asked, rising.
Radditz stepped closer to look over her shoulder, still dangling the babe. Nappa even paused in eating to see what the commotion was about.
"Danka Turles.7"