Part 2: Devastation
Chapter 1: New
"It's too amazing, and so much evil.so much hurt.and in such little time. Nothing, nothing at all, will match the pain this will cause.the screams that will ring out into the night.nothing at all. Blood will drip from their fingers forever, all because of their fearless leader. Freeza, Cooler, King Cold. Nothing in all time, will match what they will do. And my little sister.will be hurt the most." ________________________________________________________ Vegeta collapsed to the ground against the wall, not messily, but up right, and holding himself up with his hand, one knee up, and an arm resting on it, and his other hand holing a metallic water bottle. Glancing around though his sweaty brow, and a piece of hair that had fallen out of its place in his spikes, he growled lowly and took a swig of his bottle. Tired. Simply tired, and training was becoming easier, no matter how much harder the King tired to make it each time. And he wasn't focused. He hadn't been focused since Hikari's fight with the Prince Cubmer. He was amazed, and almost stunned, that she had done it. He kept playing the scenes like a movie in his head, trying to understand; trying to find anyway that her paramount trait might be sayian. "Not the right coloring.not built muscular. what is it?" he murmured to himself. And that's when he dawned on it. He concentrated on one part, where her back was turned to him. There, poking out of her shorts, blending into her black shorts, was a long, sleek, black tail, with a blue end. And, only the Kazama's had tails like she did. Only Kazama's had black tails, and the blue must've come from her mother. "Dear Kami," he whispered, "She's been hiding it. She's been hiding the fact that she.has access to all of the gifts of the Hell Dragon!" ________________________________________________________ Freeza walked about his ship, looked out the large window at Earth. He stood and watched, a cruel smile on his face. "Any time now, boys.." And suddenly, a huge red-yellow-and orange explosion erupted from the Earth, and more and more followed, lighting up the beautiful planet. Freeza burst into an evil laughter, fingers curling in and face twisted in excitement. "I can almost hear their screams!" he exclaimed, "Music to my ears!" "Then your own should sooth you well." "What!" he yelled twisting around, seeing a blue energy bomb rushing towards him, and he yelled in agony as it exploded and sent him to the next dimension. ______________________________________________________________________ "Phase one is finished, and phase two is in play."
"Good. Freeza is dead, and he only got half the Earth.how is Kakarot?" "He'll be arriving shortly with the other mercenaries." "Perfect. Kazuya will not take my sister, or hurt anyone else." __________________________________________________________ Bulma walked down the hallway, hips swinging, and walked out the gates. Like most afternoons on Vegetasi, it was warm, and a small breeze blew the dust on the dusty roads. But she was in a small poor market, full of children, women, and small booth stores lining the streets. Little girls played games or helped their mothers, boy trained, men fought or trained their boys. Some of the older girls (or ones with cocky fathers) trained with their fathers, or with their brothers or sisters. But most of the small market was selling, and the rest fighting. Bulma walked past the booths, looking around at the people. 'So this is what it was like.' "Hey! You! Girl!" Bulma turned around, and looked at the teenage boy, about 17, Vegeta's age. His black hair towered above his head, almost like Vegeta but in smaller spikes. He had 3 blue pieces of cloth torn at the ends, one around his forehead, and the others around his wrists; his cheat was bare, and the pants he did have were white with dust smears and a strip of blue cloth tied around his waist held them up. He was, obviously, of a very low class, and very poor. All of his clothes, or rags, were torn and his feet were bare. She had once heard from a guard that the easiest way to tell if someone was poor was their lack of armor, clothing, and boots. But what was strangest of all about him, was his deep green eyes. (most sayians had black or brown eyes) "Where's your tail? And what's with the hair?" he mocked. "You want to see my tail?" Bulma asked, amused. "I don't think you got one!" he replied, his own brown tail waving the air, stating that he wasn't afraid. "Fine." Bulma said, and untangled her tail, letting it shine in the afternoon suns. The boy was awe-struck. "You're Princess Hikari!" Bulma smiled, and walked up to him. She was used to it by now, between the guards and the other Dynasties. The boy stepped back away from her. "Oh, don't be afraid!" she replied happily, "I don't bite, unless I need to. Besides, you're the first person who's talked to me since my fight with that dork Prince Cubmer." The boy looked a bit relieved, and ventured forward. "Oh. I thought you would challenge me." Bulma laughed a bit. "No. I came here to get out of the palace. It's so stuffy in there!" "In the palace!" the boy exclaimed with disbelief, "Try living on the streets!" "Oh, I all ready have." Bulma replied grimly. "A Princess!" The conversation continued like this, and as they walked along, he showed her around the small village, and told her about the people, and introduced her. He even waited while Bulma went off to jump rope with the smaller girls. It was really amazing. Soon, the two suns began to set like they did every night, declaring the day over, and they still walked side-by-side. "So, I never got to hear your name." Bulma asked, looking at him. "Oh!" the boy said, "My name's Lei." He paused, and then continued, "I know it's not sayian or anything, but that's it." "Oh, neither is mine." Bulma added, "My mom called my a human name; Bulma. And my father insists on calling me Hikari." "What happened to your mother?" he asked, looking at her. "Oh, she was killed, along with my step-father." She replied casually. He wasn't the first who had asked. "What's a step-father?" he asked. "It's when your mother leaves your father, and goes to another man. That other man is called a step-father." His eyes became wide. "Your mother was unfaithful?" "Unfaithful?" Bulma asked. "Oh, yea, that's right. It against the sayian code to get a new mate, isn't it?" "How could you forget the most ancient law in sayain history?" he mocked. "Well, smarty-pants, I grew up on another planet, during a major war, and frankly, it happens all the time with earthlings." Lei shook his head. "I don't understand how you could be half-weakling, and still be a Princess. A descendant Kazama, even!" "Hey!" Bulma exclaimed, "It isn't all that bad." "Say," Lei said suddenly, "If you really don't like the palace, why don't you spend the night at my place?" "I don't know." She said, "Is it a hole in the ground?" Lei playfully punched her in the shoulder, and replied, "No! See, I live in the Irisi Village, a couple of clicks from here. But I live in the traditional part of it, where it's not as.advanced, in technology, that is. Everyone who lives on that side is usually training, or just a crazy young kid. But once in a while you'll find mates." "What's a click?" she asked, "and you still didn't answer my first question." "Oh, a click is a measure of distance. And, no, we don't live in holes; we either live outside, or in small houses. I live in a big house that I share with some other guys." "No girls?" "Nope." "Anyone from the palace?" "Are you crazy?" "Let's go." ________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2: Play those Games and Fight Over Her
Vegeta was seething as he paced the room, anger boiling in his chest. "So, the woman thinks she can go galloping off with some 4th class loser, does she? She has a mating offer, for every prince in the world, and she leaves for a man from Irisi Village?! That 3rd world, leap-in-past piece of crap!" "Y-yes sire." The Servant stuttered. As usual on Vegetasi, Bulma was now known as the strongest female, and everyone male wanted her for his own. But Vegeta, for one, couldn't understand why he felt so much just for a female. Yes, she may be strong.but that wasn't what turned him on about her. It was something else.something more.. "This is a desgrace!" he spat. And then, almost in a comical way, hundreds upon hundreds of princes charged into the room, making Vegeta and the servant jump back just like in a comic book with the hair sticking everywhere in all, and look wide eyed as all the princes start yelling about where the Princess Hikari was and why she was with a lower class. _____________________________________________________________________
"So, you.Irisi people, live in these kind of places?" Bulma asked, as she stared jaw-open at the tall building. It was exactly like a skyscraper; the ones she saw in books back home. (Between Freeza, Dr. Gero, and Cooler, most cites' tall buildings were either scorched, collapsed, broken, or almost rubble. In fact, only New York, Chicago, and Tokyo still had big metropolitan buildings standing) Lei shrugged. "Most of us do, but this is really rare in The Traditional."
He was looking up at it too. He elbowed her, and smiled. All Bulma could think was, 'These Irisi boys are really different from regular sayians. More.sweet.' Bulma smiled back. "Come on!" He exclaimed, and ran ahead to the building. "Hey!" she yelled back, racing after him, laughing. There was no way he wasn't related to Goku! They were almost the same.except Lei's more smart, and practical. Lei reached there first, and Bulma stood behind him on her tiptoes with her hands on his shoulder (he was a lot taller than her), peering over his shoulder as he tapped in a code on the panel beside the door. He looked back and smiled at her again, as the door opened, and he walked in, her following. ___________________________________________________________________ Lettica walked silent as a whisper into Prince Vegeta's living quarters, where he lay on his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Lettica had her hair in the usual bun with some pieces laying around her straight face, a blue skirt, a white shirt laying over top, and pare feet. She frowned at Vegeta, with an empty but worried looked in his eyes. "You're supposed to be in bed, Lettica." He said, not angry, or mean, but plain. "I know, your majesty, but I felt it would be, acceptable, if I told you news of ze Princess." She said humbly. "The Princess? What of her?" he demanded, bolting up. Lettica laughed lightly, holding her hand limply by her mouth. "My Prince, it is only reassurance." She said, "You act as if you're life depends on it." Vegeta looked at her harder now, slightly annoyed. "I don't care about her. What I do care about is her being mated to a low-class moron." "Oh, so you do care?" she mused. Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "My Prince, you must relax!" she said, "I never needed you to confirm that. I sink we both know very well that you do wonder about her sometimes. What male doesn't? But you must trust her judgment!" "Trust her judgment?" he asked, "How do you know the Princess so well?"
"I see her often." Lettica replied, "While I clean and cook she talks to me, and I answer. She has had a terrible times, my Prince. She knows how to take care of herself. She has done it since her dawn of birth, and has even taken care of others." "Elaborate." "Well, she told me, when she was 10, that she ran away from Kazuya, and went on an adventure, to find zes..dragon balls. She says when all are collected, you can summon the dragon Shenron, and he will grant you 3 wishes of your desire. She said she was very young, because of that, wanted to wish for all the strawberries she could eat, and, the perfect mate." "Strawberries? What are those? And why a mate?" "Strawberries are a very sweet and rich earth fruit, and she wanted a mate because her first..trial mate, was unfaithful, and the rest of them were only concerned with her body, and not who she was." "Continue." "Well, during this adventure, she found a young boy named Goku, and his grandfather, or his care taker, was dead. So she took him in and they went on a quest to collect the dragon balls, and eventually protect the earth. She, and the comrades she made along the way, even stopped an organization called the Red Ribbon Army. And that, my Prince, is all she has allowed me to speak to you, or anyone else." Vegeta stared up at the ceiling back on his back again, now with more the think about. Lettica sighed. "My Prince, the point of that was to show you she won't jump into a man's arms. It was to ease your spirits!" "Lettica," Vegeta said, looking at her, "the only way my spirits will be eased is if she finally jumps into my arms." ___________________________________________________________________
As Bulma and Lei walked into the building, they were greeted by another man just as muscular as Lei and about the same age as Lei, but with brown hair, a brown tail waging behind him, and green cat-like eyes. "Lei!" the man exclaimed with a crooked smile, lighting up his eyes, "We thought you were only going to the market." "Yea!" another man yelled, but he had the traditional sayian look, with a purple headband. "Where you been, Lei?" A woman asked, her long raven hair to the floor laying down with the first layer in two pony tails on the back of her head with two red rags. She had misty blue eyes, and muscular body (but not like a man's). She wore dark green caprice with two black belts cress-crossed across them, black army boots, a tight blue tube belly shirt, black fighting gloves that were so long they started a couple inches from the top of her shoulder, a black choker. Two sword handles poked out on the left and right outside of her slender bare stomach. Bulma peeked out from behind Lei like a small child, and looked around the room. All the eyes zoned in on her, curious, but not afraid. The room they had entered seem the main place they all hung out. It had chairs and couches and seats scattered across the room, a huge red rug, a large computer to the right, and to the left was, surprisingly, a huge stereo with life-size speakers! Sitting in the seats or walking around, was a bunch of teenage sayians. There were about 15 all walking around, reading, talking, sitting, even fighting, or the occasional mates having their own "special fun" in a seat.
"Everyone," Lei announced, even gaining the lovers' attention, "this is Princess Hikari. I invited her to stay the night." There was a silence, while everyone stared at her, but only the woman with the long raven hair seemed unimpressed. "So, it's the glorious Hikari, is it?" she snapped, "Well, let me tell you, we are Irisi sayians-not royal sayians, and we stay in our own culture when we mate!" "Koniko!" Lei exclaimed, "She is our guest, and she told me herself that she wasn't looking for a mate, but a trip from the palace. It's not it's cracked up to be there, is it Hikari?" "Not really." She admitted. "Still," Koniko insisted, "you keep your refined hands off the males, got it Princess?" "You know, it's funny Koniko," Bulma said, stepping in front of Lei, "seems like you're trying to keep them all for yourself. Are you unfaithful, or can you not just pick one to mate with?" Koniko growled, "Just keep your hands to yourself!" "Who said I wasn't going to?" Bulma demanded. Koniko was silent, realizing she wasn't going to win this. "Okay then." She said, "Just remember, Koniko, wrong assumptions can make you.lose your head." Bulma put two fingers together and slid them across her throat like a knife. Koniko, horrified and embarrassed, stormed off. "All right, Hikari!" the green-eyed man exclaimed, punching her playfully in the shoulder. "You got rid of the dragon!" Bulma smiled, and asked, "So, what do you guys listen to on your stereo?" "Stereo? Princess, that's a sound system, but everyone calls it a system."
"Oh. Anyway, what kind of music do you listen to?" "This." One teen boy walked over, and turned it up. A sound like Adema erupted from the system. "Sounds like Adema." She said. "That's cause it is." Lei said, "Most of the rock, metal, punk, and hard rock and all that is inter-galactic. They're sometimes aliens, or not human. Adema, and most of the metal and rock bands are sayian." "Cool." She said. Lei and Rion (green-eyes) lead her around the room, introducing her to everyone, and helping her settle in for the night. __________________________________________________________________ Lettica walked down the hallway, humming to herself. 'Just keep it normal, Lettica..' She thought to herself. "Lettica!" whispered a man's voice from the shadows. "I'm here, Mitsu." She replied, "No one's around. They're all asleep. So confident." "Yes." Mitsu agreed, emerging from the shadows. He dressed in a long hooded cape that covered everything, except some of his face. It was like a drape, since it had no sleeves, and rested on his shoulder plates, and was held together by a silver pin to the side. He put his hood back, revealing shaggy black hair, and red eyes. "It's amazing, how different the royals are, compared to the Irisies." He said, "I'd venture to say we're smarter, and less predicable." "Maybe so, Mitsu, but I'm not Irisi nor royal." She said, "I'm Hamlaya. And they do not seem to knew ze difference." "I suppose." He said, "but the Revolution has taken a step without them knowing, as usual." "What is it?" "Jin murdered Freeza. Himself." "So! Ze next step in the Myth has been done.." "Almost. We haven't gotten Cooler yet.." "King Cold was killed also?!" "Shhhh..yes, Lettica. Goku killed him." "Goku?" "Kakarot, Lettica." "So, is it my turn?" "Yes, Lettica." Mitsu explained, "You do it tomorrow night. Make sure Princess Hikari doesn't hear, and is in the palace." "Oh, must she?" Lettica complained. "Yes! Or she won't accend." Mitsu said, "Good bye, Lettica. Remember, this way, we can save the good." Then, he vanished. Lettica sighed, and walked back to her room. 'Soon, the real battle will come.' She thought sadly, 'Oh, Bulma, you poor, sweet, girl..' ________________________________________________________________________ Bulma and Lei sat and talked on one of the couches, with Rion and his mate.
Despite Rion's gentle and shy impression, he was really flirty. He sat with his mate, a girl his age with long red, firey hair that was a lot like Koniko's, but instead she kept it braided, and then looped around in bows with the rest laying around her shoulders and down her back. She had black eyes with a flicker of green that seemed extremely enticing, and tan skin. She had muscles like Koniko's also, but her surprisingly smooth skin mostly covered them. She wore skimpy clothes, very unlike the majority of the women. Her name was Rainy. Rainy sat in Rion's lap, not doing anything nasty, but she did lean back, and he did occasionally kiss her on the head, and play with her hair. He whispered things in her ear and she laughed or whispered back, or play-hit him. Lei just sat across from them and me in a chair I pulled up. "So, you grew up on Earth?" Rainy asked. Rion whispered something in her ear again, and she giggled and smacked his arm that he had wrapped around her waist. "You're so mean!" Bulma and Lei cocked an eyebrow and a sweat drop formed on them. This was getting really old. "You know, guys, this whole flirty thing isn't working for me." Lei said. "I agree, Lei." Koinko suddenly appeared, hand on her hip, a victorious look on her face. "In fact, since Hikari looks so bored, I think I'd like to go have a word with her. Alone." Lei blinked, and Bulma sighed. "Fine, what-ever makes you happy, Koniko." She said slightly sarcastically. She got up and followed the strutting Koniko. Koniko lead them into a empty room, and shut the door. Then she turned around, and looked Bulma up and down. "Look, Hikari, I'm sorry." She said, "I was being a total bitch. But, I thought you were advancing on Lei. And I really want to make with him. It's like I'm totally drawn to him, but he doesn't seem to feel anything." "I know." Bulma said, "It was really easy to see you felt I was invading." "Oh, well them, I guess we're okay then. But, seriously, leave Lei alone! I really, really want to make with him. No matter how much it takes-" "I get it, Koniko." "Thanks Princess." _______________________________________________________________________
Bulma sat up late that night, staring out at the night sky on the window sil. Everyone was asleep, and she wasn't tired. Turns out, this weird boarding tower-or whatever you wanted to call it-was almost as bad as the palace. She could feel the homesickness creeping in, and she sighed wearily. She got up, and walked down stairs, and sat in a chair. 'I should go.' She thought. And she did. She wrote a note, melted it into Lei's door, and left out the window. She glided around the countryside of Irisi, amazed by its beauty, resembling what earth was before Dr. Gero.
She felt up, and landed on a cloud. She stayed up there, until the suns rose up. She watched them rise, doing a well-needed soul-searching. 'Is this what I want? To be known as a feared warrior Princess, to be hiding the demon all the time? How can I hide something that won't go away? And what about the Earth? It is even still there? And all my friends.what's happened to them? Do I even want to stay here? Every person in the palace besides Lettica only seems concerned with my body and strength. And Lei is only a friend, and all of the other Irisies are just like everyone in the palace. But, even if I saved the Earth, I could never return it to normal, not unless I got the dragon balls.stupid things! Stupid life! Stupid sayians! It's all stupid!' Bulma stood up, angry, and screamed at the world, just out of frustration. She kept yelling and screaming, until she fell back onto the cloud, holding back tears. "They all messed up my life.they messed it up!" she growled. But then, suddenly, she stopped, was over come in shame. "Jin told me not to waste my energy on self-pity.and even if he isn't here, I don't need anyone!" she said to herself, regaining her inner strength. "I am an independent sayian warrior! And I will save my planet!" ___________________________________________________________ Chapter 2: (short) To Begin
That night, Lettica ran about the castle as fast as she could, red faced and trying to calm herself. But she couldn't-this was it! This was the beginning! And she had to start it!
After pushing past other sayians and skirting around guards, Lettica found Bulma in the gardens. She swallowed hard, and said, "Uh, Princess!" Bulma looked at Lettica, and looked puzzeled. "What's the matter Lettica?" "We just got word, that, King Kazuya, wishes to see you!" she said between breaths. "And you ran all the way down here to tell me that?" Bulma asked. "Yes! I did!" Lettica said, now having breath, "Now, off with you!" She whisked Bulma off, and sighed, a tired, and upset look on her face. She collapsed on the benches, a hand over her mouth. "So," she whispered, "It begins." A single tear ran down her soft cheek for the young Bulma. ________________________________________________________________________
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Chapter 1: New
"It's too amazing, and so much evil.so much hurt.and in such little time. Nothing, nothing at all, will match the pain this will cause.the screams that will ring out into the night.nothing at all. Blood will drip from their fingers forever, all because of their fearless leader. Freeza, Cooler, King Cold. Nothing in all time, will match what they will do. And my little sister.will be hurt the most." ________________________________________________________ Vegeta collapsed to the ground against the wall, not messily, but up right, and holding himself up with his hand, one knee up, and an arm resting on it, and his other hand holing a metallic water bottle. Glancing around though his sweaty brow, and a piece of hair that had fallen out of its place in his spikes, he growled lowly and took a swig of his bottle. Tired. Simply tired, and training was becoming easier, no matter how much harder the King tired to make it each time. And he wasn't focused. He hadn't been focused since Hikari's fight with the Prince Cubmer. He was amazed, and almost stunned, that she had done it. He kept playing the scenes like a movie in his head, trying to understand; trying to find anyway that her paramount trait might be sayian. "Not the right coloring.not built muscular. what is it?" he murmured to himself. And that's when he dawned on it. He concentrated on one part, where her back was turned to him. There, poking out of her shorts, blending into her black shorts, was a long, sleek, black tail, with a blue end. And, only the Kazama's had tails like she did. Only Kazama's had black tails, and the blue must've come from her mother. "Dear Kami," he whispered, "She's been hiding it. She's been hiding the fact that she.has access to all of the gifts of the Hell Dragon!" ________________________________________________________ Freeza walked about his ship, looked out the large window at Earth. He stood and watched, a cruel smile on his face. "Any time now, boys.." And suddenly, a huge red-yellow-and orange explosion erupted from the Earth, and more and more followed, lighting up the beautiful planet. Freeza burst into an evil laughter, fingers curling in and face twisted in excitement. "I can almost hear their screams!" he exclaimed, "Music to my ears!" "Then your own should sooth you well." "What!" he yelled twisting around, seeing a blue energy bomb rushing towards him, and he yelled in agony as it exploded and sent him to the next dimension. ______________________________________________________________________ "Phase one is finished, and phase two is in play."
"Good. Freeza is dead, and he only got half the Earth.how is Kakarot?" "He'll be arriving shortly with the other mercenaries." "Perfect. Kazuya will not take my sister, or hurt anyone else." __________________________________________________________ Bulma walked down the hallway, hips swinging, and walked out the gates. Like most afternoons on Vegetasi, it was warm, and a small breeze blew the dust on the dusty roads. But she was in a small poor market, full of children, women, and small booth stores lining the streets. Little girls played games or helped their mothers, boy trained, men fought or trained their boys. Some of the older girls (or ones with cocky fathers) trained with their fathers, or with their brothers or sisters. But most of the small market was selling, and the rest fighting. Bulma walked past the booths, looking around at the people. 'So this is what it was like.' "Hey! You! Girl!" Bulma turned around, and looked at the teenage boy, about 17, Vegeta's age. His black hair towered above his head, almost like Vegeta but in smaller spikes. He had 3 blue pieces of cloth torn at the ends, one around his forehead, and the others around his wrists; his cheat was bare, and the pants he did have were white with dust smears and a strip of blue cloth tied around his waist held them up. He was, obviously, of a very low class, and very poor. All of his clothes, or rags, were torn and his feet were bare. She had once heard from a guard that the easiest way to tell if someone was poor was their lack of armor, clothing, and boots. But what was strangest of all about him, was his deep green eyes. (most sayians had black or brown eyes) "Where's your tail? And what's with the hair?" he mocked. "You want to see my tail?" Bulma asked, amused. "I don't think you got one!" he replied, his own brown tail waving the air, stating that he wasn't afraid. "Fine." Bulma said, and untangled her tail, letting it shine in the afternoon suns. The boy was awe-struck. "You're Princess Hikari!" Bulma smiled, and walked up to him. She was used to it by now, between the guards and the other Dynasties. The boy stepped back away from her. "Oh, don't be afraid!" she replied happily, "I don't bite, unless I need to. Besides, you're the first person who's talked to me since my fight with that dork Prince Cubmer." The boy looked a bit relieved, and ventured forward. "Oh. I thought you would challenge me." Bulma laughed a bit. "No. I came here to get out of the palace. It's so stuffy in there!" "In the palace!" the boy exclaimed with disbelief, "Try living on the streets!" "Oh, I all ready have." Bulma replied grimly. "A Princess!" The conversation continued like this, and as they walked along, he showed her around the small village, and told her about the people, and introduced her. He even waited while Bulma went off to jump rope with the smaller girls. It was really amazing. Soon, the two suns began to set like they did every night, declaring the day over, and they still walked side-by-side. "So, I never got to hear your name." Bulma asked, looking at him. "Oh!" the boy said, "My name's Lei." He paused, and then continued, "I know it's not sayian or anything, but that's it." "Oh, neither is mine." Bulma added, "My mom called my a human name; Bulma. And my father insists on calling me Hikari." "What happened to your mother?" he asked, looking at her. "Oh, she was killed, along with my step-father." She replied casually. He wasn't the first who had asked. "What's a step-father?" he asked. "It's when your mother leaves your father, and goes to another man. That other man is called a step-father." His eyes became wide. "Your mother was unfaithful?" "Unfaithful?" Bulma asked. "Oh, yea, that's right. It against the sayian code to get a new mate, isn't it?" "How could you forget the most ancient law in sayain history?" he mocked. "Well, smarty-pants, I grew up on another planet, during a major war, and frankly, it happens all the time with earthlings." Lei shook his head. "I don't understand how you could be half-weakling, and still be a Princess. A descendant Kazama, even!" "Hey!" Bulma exclaimed, "It isn't all that bad." "Say," Lei said suddenly, "If you really don't like the palace, why don't you spend the night at my place?" "I don't know." She said, "Is it a hole in the ground?" Lei playfully punched her in the shoulder, and replied, "No! See, I live in the Irisi Village, a couple of clicks from here. But I live in the traditional part of it, where it's not as.advanced, in technology, that is. Everyone who lives on that side is usually training, or just a crazy young kid. But once in a while you'll find mates." "What's a click?" she asked, "and you still didn't answer my first question." "Oh, a click is a measure of distance. And, no, we don't live in holes; we either live outside, or in small houses. I live in a big house that I share with some other guys." "No girls?" "Nope." "Anyone from the palace?" "Are you crazy?" "Let's go." ________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2: Play those Games and Fight Over Her
Vegeta was seething as he paced the room, anger boiling in his chest. "So, the woman thinks she can go galloping off with some 4th class loser, does she? She has a mating offer, for every prince in the world, and she leaves for a man from Irisi Village?! That 3rd world, leap-in-past piece of crap!" "Y-yes sire." The Servant stuttered. As usual on Vegetasi, Bulma was now known as the strongest female, and everyone male wanted her for his own. But Vegeta, for one, couldn't understand why he felt so much just for a female. Yes, she may be strong.but that wasn't what turned him on about her. It was something else.something more.. "This is a desgrace!" he spat. And then, almost in a comical way, hundreds upon hundreds of princes charged into the room, making Vegeta and the servant jump back just like in a comic book with the hair sticking everywhere in all, and look wide eyed as all the princes start yelling about where the Princess Hikari was and why she was with a lower class. _____________________________________________________________________
"So, you.Irisi people, live in these kind of places?" Bulma asked, as she stared jaw-open at the tall building. It was exactly like a skyscraper; the ones she saw in books back home. (Between Freeza, Dr. Gero, and Cooler, most cites' tall buildings were either scorched, collapsed, broken, or almost rubble. In fact, only New York, Chicago, and Tokyo still had big metropolitan buildings standing) Lei shrugged. "Most of us do, but this is really rare in The Traditional."
He was looking up at it too. He elbowed her, and smiled. All Bulma could think was, 'These Irisi boys are really different from regular sayians. More.sweet.' Bulma smiled back. "Come on!" He exclaimed, and ran ahead to the building. "Hey!" she yelled back, racing after him, laughing. There was no way he wasn't related to Goku! They were almost the same.except Lei's more smart, and practical. Lei reached there first, and Bulma stood behind him on her tiptoes with her hands on his shoulder (he was a lot taller than her), peering over his shoulder as he tapped in a code on the panel beside the door. He looked back and smiled at her again, as the door opened, and he walked in, her following. ___________________________________________________________________ Lettica walked silent as a whisper into Prince Vegeta's living quarters, where he lay on his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Lettica had her hair in the usual bun with some pieces laying around her straight face, a blue skirt, a white shirt laying over top, and pare feet. She frowned at Vegeta, with an empty but worried looked in his eyes. "You're supposed to be in bed, Lettica." He said, not angry, or mean, but plain. "I know, your majesty, but I felt it would be, acceptable, if I told you news of ze Princess." She said humbly. "The Princess? What of her?" he demanded, bolting up. Lettica laughed lightly, holding her hand limply by her mouth. "My Prince, it is only reassurance." She said, "You act as if you're life depends on it." Vegeta looked at her harder now, slightly annoyed. "I don't care about her. What I do care about is her being mated to a low-class moron." "Oh, so you do care?" she mused. Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "My Prince, you must relax!" she said, "I never needed you to confirm that. I sink we both know very well that you do wonder about her sometimes. What male doesn't? But you must trust her judgment!" "Trust her judgment?" he asked, "How do you know the Princess so well?"
"I see her often." Lettica replied, "While I clean and cook she talks to me, and I answer. She has had a terrible times, my Prince. She knows how to take care of herself. She has done it since her dawn of birth, and has even taken care of others." "Elaborate." "Well, she told me, when she was 10, that she ran away from Kazuya, and went on an adventure, to find zes..dragon balls. She says when all are collected, you can summon the dragon Shenron, and he will grant you 3 wishes of your desire. She said she was very young, because of that, wanted to wish for all the strawberries she could eat, and, the perfect mate." "Strawberries? What are those? And why a mate?" "Strawberries are a very sweet and rich earth fruit, and she wanted a mate because her first..trial mate, was unfaithful, and the rest of them were only concerned with her body, and not who she was." "Continue." "Well, during this adventure, she found a young boy named Goku, and his grandfather, or his care taker, was dead. So she took him in and they went on a quest to collect the dragon balls, and eventually protect the earth. She, and the comrades she made along the way, even stopped an organization called the Red Ribbon Army. And that, my Prince, is all she has allowed me to speak to you, or anyone else." Vegeta stared up at the ceiling back on his back again, now with more the think about. Lettica sighed. "My Prince, the point of that was to show you she won't jump into a man's arms. It was to ease your spirits!" "Lettica," Vegeta said, looking at her, "the only way my spirits will be eased is if she finally jumps into my arms." ___________________________________________________________________
As Bulma and Lei walked into the building, they were greeted by another man just as muscular as Lei and about the same age as Lei, but with brown hair, a brown tail waging behind him, and green cat-like eyes. "Lei!" the man exclaimed with a crooked smile, lighting up his eyes, "We thought you were only going to the market." "Yea!" another man yelled, but he had the traditional sayian look, with a purple headband. "Where you been, Lei?" A woman asked, her long raven hair to the floor laying down with the first layer in two pony tails on the back of her head with two red rags. She had misty blue eyes, and muscular body (but not like a man's). She wore dark green caprice with two black belts cress-crossed across them, black army boots, a tight blue tube belly shirt, black fighting gloves that were so long they started a couple inches from the top of her shoulder, a black choker. Two sword handles poked out on the left and right outside of her slender bare stomach. Bulma peeked out from behind Lei like a small child, and looked around the room. All the eyes zoned in on her, curious, but not afraid. The room they had entered seem the main place they all hung out. It had chairs and couches and seats scattered across the room, a huge red rug, a large computer to the right, and to the left was, surprisingly, a huge stereo with life-size speakers! Sitting in the seats or walking around, was a bunch of teenage sayians. There were about 15 all walking around, reading, talking, sitting, even fighting, or the occasional mates having their own "special fun" in a seat.
"Everyone," Lei announced, even gaining the lovers' attention, "this is Princess Hikari. I invited her to stay the night." There was a silence, while everyone stared at her, but only the woman with the long raven hair seemed unimpressed. "So, it's the glorious Hikari, is it?" she snapped, "Well, let me tell you, we are Irisi sayians-not royal sayians, and we stay in our own culture when we mate!" "Koniko!" Lei exclaimed, "She is our guest, and she told me herself that she wasn't looking for a mate, but a trip from the palace. It's not it's cracked up to be there, is it Hikari?" "Not really." She admitted. "Still," Koniko insisted, "you keep your refined hands off the males, got it Princess?" "You know, it's funny Koniko," Bulma said, stepping in front of Lei, "seems like you're trying to keep them all for yourself. Are you unfaithful, or can you not just pick one to mate with?" Koniko growled, "Just keep your hands to yourself!" "Who said I wasn't going to?" Bulma demanded. Koniko was silent, realizing she wasn't going to win this. "Okay then." She said, "Just remember, Koniko, wrong assumptions can make you.lose your head." Bulma put two fingers together and slid them across her throat like a knife. Koniko, horrified and embarrassed, stormed off. "All right, Hikari!" the green-eyed man exclaimed, punching her playfully in the shoulder. "You got rid of the dragon!" Bulma smiled, and asked, "So, what do you guys listen to on your stereo?" "Stereo? Princess, that's a sound system, but everyone calls it a system."
"Oh. Anyway, what kind of music do you listen to?" "This." One teen boy walked over, and turned it up. A sound like Adema erupted from the system. "Sounds like Adema." She said. "That's cause it is." Lei said, "Most of the rock, metal, punk, and hard rock and all that is inter-galactic. They're sometimes aliens, or not human. Adema, and most of the metal and rock bands are sayian." "Cool." She said. Lei and Rion (green-eyes) lead her around the room, introducing her to everyone, and helping her settle in for the night. __________________________________________________________________ Lettica walked down the hallway, humming to herself. 'Just keep it normal, Lettica..' She thought to herself. "Lettica!" whispered a man's voice from the shadows. "I'm here, Mitsu." She replied, "No one's around. They're all asleep. So confident." "Yes." Mitsu agreed, emerging from the shadows. He dressed in a long hooded cape that covered everything, except some of his face. It was like a drape, since it had no sleeves, and rested on his shoulder plates, and was held together by a silver pin to the side. He put his hood back, revealing shaggy black hair, and red eyes. "It's amazing, how different the royals are, compared to the Irisies." He said, "I'd venture to say we're smarter, and less predicable." "Maybe so, Mitsu, but I'm not Irisi nor royal." She said, "I'm Hamlaya. And they do not seem to knew ze difference." "I suppose." He said, "but the Revolution has taken a step without them knowing, as usual." "What is it?" "Jin murdered Freeza. Himself." "So! Ze next step in the Myth has been done.." "Almost. We haven't gotten Cooler yet.." "King Cold was killed also?!" "Shhhh..yes, Lettica. Goku killed him." "Goku?" "Kakarot, Lettica." "So, is it my turn?" "Yes, Lettica." Mitsu explained, "You do it tomorrow night. Make sure Princess Hikari doesn't hear, and is in the palace." "Oh, must she?" Lettica complained. "Yes! Or she won't accend." Mitsu said, "Good bye, Lettica. Remember, this way, we can save the good." Then, he vanished. Lettica sighed, and walked back to her room. 'Soon, the real battle will come.' She thought sadly, 'Oh, Bulma, you poor, sweet, girl..' ________________________________________________________________________ Bulma and Lei sat and talked on one of the couches, with Rion and his mate.
Despite Rion's gentle and shy impression, he was really flirty. He sat with his mate, a girl his age with long red, firey hair that was a lot like Koniko's, but instead she kept it braided, and then looped around in bows with the rest laying around her shoulders and down her back. She had black eyes with a flicker of green that seemed extremely enticing, and tan skin. She had muscles like Koniko's also, but her surprisingly smooth skin mostly covered them. She wore skimpy clothes, very unlike the majority of the women. Her name was Rainy. Rainy sat in Rion's lap, not doing anything nasty, but she did lean back, and he did occasionally kiss her on the head, and play with her hair. He whispered things in her ear and she laughed or whispered back, or play-hit him. Lei just sat across from them and me in a chair I pulled up. "So, you grew up on Earth?" Rainy asked. Rion whispered something in her ear again, and she giggled and smacked his arm that he had wrapped around her waist. "You're so mean!" Bulma and Lei cocked an eyebrow and a sweat drop formed on them. This was getting really old. "You know, guys, this whole flirty thing isn't working for me." Lei said. "I agree, Lei." Koinko suddenly appeared, hand on her hip, a victorious look on her face. "In fact, since Hikari looks so bored, I think I'd like to go have a word with her. Alone." Lei blinked, and Bulma sighed. "Fine, what-ever makes you happy, Koniko." She said slightly sarcastically. She got up and followed the strutting Koniko. Koniko lead them into a empty room, and shut the door. Then she turned around, and looked Bulma up and down. "Look, Hikari, I'm sorry." She said, "I was being a total bitch. But, I thought you were advancing on Lei. And I really want to make with him. It's like I'm totally drawn to him, but he doesn't seem to feel anything." "I know." Bulma said, "It was really easy to see you felt I was invading." "Oh, well them, I guess we're okay then. But, seriously, leave Lei alone! I really, really want to make with him. No matter how much it takes-" "I get it, Koniko." "Thanks Princess." _______________________________________________________________________
Bulma sat up late that night, staring out at the night sky on the window sil. Everyone was asleep, and she wasn't tired. Turns out, this weird boarding tower-or whatever you wanted to call it-was almost as bad as the palace. She could feel the homesickness creeping in, and she sighed wearily. She got up, and walked down stairs, and sat in a chair. 'I should go.' She thought. And she did. She wrote a note, melted it into Lei's door, and left out the window. She glided around the countryside of Irisi, amazed by its beauty, resembling what earth was before Dr. Gero.
She felt up, and landed on a cloud. She stayed up there, until the suns rose up. She watched them rise, doing a well-needed soul-searching. 'Is this what I want? To be known as a feared warrior Princess, to be hiding the demon all the time? How can I hide something that won't go away? And what about the Earth? It is even still there? And all my friends.what's happened to them? Do I even want to stay here? Every person in the palace besides Lettica only seems concerned with my body and strength. And Lei is only a friend, and all of the other Irisies are just like everyone in the palace. But, even if I saved the Earth, I could never return it to normal, not unless I got the dragon balls.stupid things! Stupid life! Stupid sayians! It's all stupid!' Bulma stood up, angry, and screamed at the world, just out of frustration. She kept yelling and screaming, until she fell back onto the cloud, holding back tears. "They all messed up my life.they messed it up!" she growled. But then, suddenly, she stopped, was over come in shame. "Jin told me not to waste my energy on self-pity.and even if he isn't here, I don't need anyone!" she said to herself, regaining her inner strength. "I am an independent sayian warrior! And I will save my planet!" ___________________________________________________________ Chapter 2: (short) To Begin
That night, Lettica ran about the castle as fast as she could, red faced and trying to calm herself. But she couldn't-this was it! This was the beginning! And she had to start it!
After pushing past other sayians and skirting around guards, Lettica found Bulma in the gardens. She swallowed hard, and said, "Uh, Princess!" Bulma looked at Lettica, and looked puzzeled. "What's the matter Lettica?" "We just got word, that, King Kazuya, wishes to see you!" she said between breaths. "And you ran all the way down here to tell me that?" Bulma asked. "Yes! I did!" Lettica said, now having breath, "Now, off with you!" She whisked Bulma off, and sighed, a tired, and upset look on her face. She collapsed on the benches, a hand over her mouth. "So," she whispered, "It begins." A single tear ran down her soft cheek for the young Bulma. ________________________________________________________________________
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