Forget Me Not…
A/N: I'm truly happy you guys love this story or find it interesting or what not.
I don't know, but there are some of my stories that when I begin with them, I know they'll start to grow to be a success. Oh, look out for Upon Eighteen Stars, a new romantic and drama epic of mine soon to come.
In: The plan…Obsession
Planet Vegeta
The city was of course the dark upon this day.
Yes, the mystery was closed of the royal palace but now a new disgrace emerged.
Upon every S.W.A.N [1] newspaper the head lines read: Princess Aya a.k.a. Traitor.
[2]"Princess Aya Son was convicted of rule honored by many, the rule to not get involved with humans. She's the youngest of three children of Son Goku and Chichi.
Since her mother's a royal descendent she was spared from banishment or death. But her ware bouts remain a mystery…"
Women and men stood before her shrine offering prayers to guide her back to them, or at least purge herself of humane affections. The saiyans that where extremely bold and foolish had rebelled now. They spat upon deceased royalist's graves and upon the new soothing shrine to Aya. However, their rebellion was short lived however, with numerous of guards and supporters surrounding them. Soon the groups of mourners left the shrine.
The tall man before the shrine stood up as everyone began to clear from the shrine. His head hung, he and another male, a boy to be exact stood alone before the memorial.
The two shared a silent promise to their sister that had awakened.
"Aya…" the older one spoke, "You where too good for this world… weren't you?"
The younger male took up the photo and kissed the girl upon it, "We shall not let what happen to you go without revenge, dear sister… no it shall not end this way."
As the rain feel upon them, the older one stood before this shrine, his face as cold and impassive as stone. The smiling girl in the photograph was gone… and for good too.
They listened to the winds' cries and remembered their sister's before she had died.
Taking a rose from his jacket pocket he placed it before her picture, "Goodnight, Aya chan…"
The two males then left without another word. The thunder cracked against itself as night began to cloak itself around the planet.
Upon my word… upon your grave my sister, you shall be avenged…
Kokum shall pay… and with his life… I swear…
Son Palace
Prince Gohan threw his jacket over his shoulder in a lazy fashion.
He glanced around for the wine cabinet and took out one of his favorites. He took a few sips before becoming disgusted with himself. He never drank like this, nor would he want to start. Drinking was supposed to melt your sorrows, and he'd need to drink a lot for them to be gone.
He sensed a new person in the room, when he did turn he found his mother there, "Mother?"
"How was she?" Chichi stuttered, "Was she cold?"
His mother was practically lost to the world now, she's always been like that when someone dear to her was gone. She nearly killed him that time he came out of his coma. It was a week before when he and his father went to fight against a group of rebels.
Gohan didn't reply and the tensed silence prolong until Chichi began fidgeting.
"She couldn't be buried in the royalist graves…" Chichi murmured.
"They said she was defiled so… no."
"And that, according to the laws shall happen to your father and I when we live this world." Chichi sighed.
"We where created from the earth and buried back in it. And during the time in between we slowly die …" Gohan spoke.
"Ah, one of Aya's favorite quotes?" Chichi nodded.
Gohan nodded curtly without a word after his mother's response. Never had he felt such rage burn throughout him when the death of Aya was discovered. How could someone kill such a lively and promising child? No, they weren't human, nor did they deserve the breath they took in even moment.
"I shall not rest until he is found." Gohan grunted.
Chichi drew in a hasty breath, "Do be careful… if you die on me Gohan, you know I'm pull you back to kill you for leaving us."
Gohan nodded, "Sure thing."
Chichi's smile faded for she didn't see a little smile from her son for the past few weeks after the discovery, "I heard that from Bulma, the evidence proves she took her life… not Kokum."
"Do you think I don't know this mother?" Gohan snapped, "And yes, before I felt a glimpse of hope she was still alive… but how can we know?"
A tear rolled down Chichi's ivory toned skin, "I-I… you don't have to take out your anger upon me mister."
Gohan grunted, "Damn this all! Nothing you or anyone could say will ever change my mind. I shall rather die or be banished than let that bastard who driven her to suicide escape."
"You're reckless… just like your father." Chichi whispered.
He could see what his words had wounded his mother, anger at himself he threw a new log into the fire. The fires shot up with the new wood and began crowding around in frenzy.
"Her heart was of pure gold… the thing I hated the most was…" Chichi looked away, "I never did get to say goodbye…"
Gohan looked at his mother, "It's never too late to say goodbye… that's what you always said."
Gohan's fists tightened at his side "Though, as you can see mother, I am clearly not Aya… and I do not forgive easily… not now… and I no intention to start… not like this I won't."
"I shall have to live with my regrets." Chichi started at the window and saw the rain began once more. Thunder rumbled across the land but was muted by the palace walls and windows.
Chichi adjusted her red scarf around her neck, "I know you'll make Kokum pay by non saiyan regulations…only by" she looked up, "yours."
Gohan turned towards the window his mother gazed upon now, "Yes, and don't fret mom."
Chichi glared, "I don't fret!" then she faced her son, "And I don't approve of such violence either."
Gohan shook his head, "I'm not asking for your permission… or for your approval."
Chichi held in a snippy grunt, "Violence and war gets nothing… who wins in the end? No one! All that develops in hatred, sorrows and great lost… there is truly not one war that has a true victor."
"What? Don't you remember 'An eye for an eye'!? 'An ear for an ear'!? 'A tooth for a tooth'!? Surely you can't forget those." Gohan replied.
Chichi sighed, "I agree, but Gohan you do remember that shall not bring Aya back to us… you know that."
Gohan's laugh was a hoarse one, "I shall have all the satisfaction when I see that bastard dead with nothing to hold onto but his ghastly defeat."
Chichi stood and spoke calmly "You'll stop at nothing, won't you? You are cockier than I've ever seen you when you're thirsty for a challenge." Her eyes darken, "A great darkness shall fall upon us…Planet Vegeta. I sense it."
Gohan frowned at his mother, "You speak of nothing but riddles…"
Chichi's eyes returned to their normal dark brown, "There's no riddle, Gohan. There are rumors that Goten and Goku heard upon the streets everyday. Rumors say something about the other side of Planet Vegeta, and of other survivors of Frieza's group."
Gohan turned back to the fire and spoke again, "It's against the F.R.E.E. truce treaty we willingly signed… it still has a good twenty years. Those fools can't even being to think about war with us."
Chichi sighed heavily, "We, Bulma, Vegeta, Goku and I along with the saiyan council believe this truce shall not last much longer. The spies are doing their best, but three of them haven't returned… we fear they where caught… or killed."
Gohan shifted his foot, "Two of their representatives did come to speak with you four… did they not?"
His mother stood before him, "Whatever you plan to do to avenge Aya, please do it soon before you're called to duty comes."
Gohan raised an eyebrow, "And here I thought you where against violence mother, I was starting to worry about you."
Goten swung his feet around the chair he sat behind hidden, "They say, one of them was responsible for the murder of the Kikya and silenced her of becoming--"
"How'd you get in here?" Chichi and Gohan asked.
Goten waved their question away with a shrug, "That's not important. Listen, Kokum is supposed to marry within this hour!!"
Gohan's head snapped up, "Then we have limited time,"
The two brothers jumped through the window and smashed the glass. Chichi dashed to the window and yelled, "YOU BETTER RETURN ALIVE, YOU HEAR?"
Earthà Indigo Hills
The chapel was extremely hot and everything felt sticky.
Videl fingered her golden and ivory colored wedding dress nervously.
She paced back and forth wondering what to do, if there was anything to do.
"Kami above help me." Videl shouted.
Videl leaned against one of the pillars and sighed. Her mother's words, the words she told her right before her death. Every sweet memory brought comfort to her wounded heart. A heart that she feared was beyond repaired.
"Momma." Videl whispered, "I'm scared, momma. What happens if this wedding pulls through, then what momma? Can't I have wings too, and fly away?"
"Videl!" Kokum yelled. He stood before the pale door of the chapel with a light dark smirk.
The lines in his face showed no type of sentiment she could read, except the one she dreaded the most… his lust.
Videl gasped and fell still in her movements before letting slow breath intakes.
Kami, this man scared her more than anything she before in her entire life.
Each time she tried to escape him, it only excited him. Every damn trick, and now the man had tapped her and limited her space. She couldn't fly; she didn't even study his weakness and strengths. She needed to know what the best offensive and defense she could pull on him.
His eyes inspected her thoroughly, "I knew you'd always come back to me… knew it for a long time. My heart told me day in and day out you'll never leave me, and now I'm glad I never doubted it." He took a small step forward and Videl took three giant steps back, "Back there, when I saw the way your eyes burned with such fiery... It reminded me of the love I hold for you. Ah, the very flames that burn through my very soul."
Videl swallowed, she knew this love was all but a figment of his own sick mind.
However, she was baffled by his strange words to the point she didn't know what to say or think for the time being.
"You need not talk; I know your feelings are as real as mine." He heard the footsteps of the guests, "There's more to come, oh yes, far more to come. We'll discuss them after the wedding night."
Videl felt dirty and defiled with his wink and merely swallowed once more.
A large tear slide down Videl's face and fell off her cheek. This however went unnoticed by immoral Kokum.
"*How can someone's life go from completely rotten to wretched?*" Videl brushed the next tear with the back of her hand disgusted that she cried.
Videl turned but quickly gasped feeling Kokum touch her waist, now she felt extremely filthy.
"Hush now," Kokum chuckled.
Videl cringed up her face into a sour expression, "*be brave… just think of happy thoughts, it doesn't matter that his bitten, hairy and revolting hands are touching you….! Happy…happy, HAPPY thoughts.*"
Kokum turned her to face him with a finger upon her chin, "Hush now, you'll get use to my touch.," Kokum's face then became cloudy, "Even if it takes a couple of times."
Videl's face turned a dark green from his suggestion.
"Stupid woman, don't even think of doing anything foolish… I warn you." Kokum hissed.
Videl grew control of her self and gave him a full spurious smile, "Why Kokum, how rude. Its bad luck to see your bribe before the wedding, remember?" such words of irony made Videl want to laugh hysterically.
His gazes, which sicken Videl, fell upon her chest. He took in every curve that aroused him painfully and dangerously. His eyes still upon her cleavage he spoke, "You are beautiful, every man that sees you should know that… and today--" he looked up into her eyes, "You shall finally be mine."
With that a cold hand gripped around her heart, the holder was fear. She was his… obsession.
Videl wanted to scream, and she wanted to kick him in the 'family jewels'. But why was his grip so tight around her? Was he afraid of her?
What she wanted to say froze completely at her throat and only emerged as whimpers.
His finger traced along her cheekbone, to her full lips, "Do you not find me attractive, Videl?" his voice was even but with an edged tone.
Videl shuddered by his nauseating touches, she found rats with a handsomer physique and face.
His body was so close that Videl stiffened into a straight needle. His eyes fed upon her beauty as he stood before her.
Videl didn't look him straight in the eye as he might think she did, "I—I ... Why of course."
He brought her closer with a quick grip. All Videl could do was yelp, "No!" her hands where crushed up against his chest and her pleads where muffled by his shirt.
"*This is a COMPLETE nightmare!!*" Videl shouted throughout her head. She flinched from his shoulder smelling the foul scent coming from him.
His breath was just as foul upon her cheeks, "Yes, ever since I saw you Videl…Your eyes, they teased, taunted and followed me until I was swallowed whole by them. I wanted nothing else in my life, nothing but you. And to have you and claim you as mine. Years, ten years since I yearned for you, lusted after every perfect curve… You are what a man's exotic dreams are made of." He cupped her cheeks, "Now and forever my little rose, I shall not let you escape me." He then brought his lips down towards hers. Videl flinched quickly so he ended up kissing her cheek even that disgusted her.
She knew if he kissed her he'd practically draw upon her very breath. Videl screamed wildly while trying to break free. His rigid grip had then tightened upon her ivory toned arms, "Don't you dare do this to me Videl!!"
Videl narrowed her eyes, "I dare!!!!" she kneed him squarely in his groins sending him painfully flying. When he crashed into the wall Videl dashed to the other side trying to catch her breath.
He began to stand up with a dark shadow upon his face, "Videl…"
Videl's eyes began to shimmer as fear again gripped upon her, holding her rotted to the floor.
"I shall take you over, and over and over again, my pet. I shall have you begging before me."
Videl dropped to her knees after he left slamming the door, "Help…" tear ran down her face once more, "Take me away… someone… let me fly away… on wings."
Planet Vegeta
A woman stood upon a building watching the people below and sneered, "Why should they care what happened to her? She's not the only lost princess around here!"
"Hey, what's up?" a gruff male voice interrupted her.
She narrowed her eyes until the auburn pools turned black, "What do you want?"
"They're worried about you… your family and I." he spoke pushing his black cloak behind him and walked up.
The woman held up her hand as a warning sign for him to stop, "Come any closer I shall destroy your dim-witted low class self!"
He held up his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Ok, fine then, I see you're not in the mood for talking… I shall leave… but be warned your loveliness; there are other ways to get you into my web."
"BE GONE!!!" she shouted and as commanded the annoying man left without a sound.
She turned to the street below her, "You shall not win… I am far stronger… I just wish…"
Narrowing her eyes she spoke, "…'No, it's too late to wish, to dream, and far too late to love.'… That's what brother always said… and in fact, my dear brother is right…."
TO BE CONTINUED ….
Author Ending Chapter Notes:
Well that wasn't so bad huh? Review and tell me what you think. Happy Holidays '^^'! Barely six pages when I finished. ^^ AIIYAAAHH!! I have to do a new years Chapter for Celebration_ DBZ style. Hugs and smooches…
[1] Of you read Shooting and falling (eek, which reminds me I have 2 chapters left and I still I'm not done with that long one! Procrastinating…) you'd know what it means. I'll tell you when I get to it^^
[2] And yes, she's Gohan and Goten's lil' sister. She looks exactly like Chichi, hair, eyes, skin etc. except for the hair which hers is in a long ponytail.
[3] F.R.E.E. -- F (Forfeit) R (Rebellious) E (Equal) E (Era) truce
à The truce was signed by King Goku, K. Vegeta, Queen Chichi, Q. Bulma, King Aioli and Queen Myopia. (The last two shall be introduced later.)
Stay tuned for Upon Eighteen Stars…
Completed: 平成15年12月29日@ 6:40 PM
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