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Warning!!!: Of you are sensitive to violence, abuse, rape, or anything of that sort. Or you're a sensitive reading please leave now. As in this story it will be in further chapters.

Thank you, and those who wish to still read, enjoy! -

Broken Stars

On a planet famous throughout the universe to most other beings, a child unlike any other is being held captive inside a grand palace where only royalty resides. Whimpering could be heard outside a heavy wooden door.

The menacing looking man stood still as he stared down into fearful ink-black eyes pouring with tears. Such innocents; purity, those eyes held. It was unheard of in their race. This child must be hidden, forgotten, tortured, unknown. This man hated this child, but couldn't help but feel a need to have her and to care for her as well.

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I didn't know what I ever did wrong. My father told me that I was different, I had to be forgotten he would say, I must be rid of.  All I have ever been told of is that I'm the weakest ever in my family. Born into a wide-known Elite family, I am born just to rank a low third class. My father never paid much attention to me, as I think about it. 'Naïve' they'd always call me.

What does Naïve mean?

I remember, just a few days ago my father gave me up to these frightening men. "For your own good", my father told me, "Just do as you're told, and you'll live a bit longer…"

I never understood my father's words.

I am now held in a cold dark room, empty except for the chains that are holding me in place from the floor, there is a bed in the left corner of the room along with the door to my right.

I'm starting to shiver as it's growing colder. I want to go home.

Anywhere but here.

Bejita no Ouji is a renounce young man. Being as he is the Saiyajin no Ouji, he is also the most powerful and cunning. Everyone fears him, except for a select few who has not met his totally wrath.

He has been asking his father to get rid of that stubborn Elite Saiyajin clan of Barudokko. He hated them. His father of course disagreed and told him to shut up in the matter.

Feh, no one told him what to do!

He smirked as he walked down a hall in his ward of the palace. No one is allowed in this hall way, other than the Ou and his mother.  As he walks he just wonders if his secret guards captured what he has been trying to obtain for the past two years. That something to have the upper hand in the Barudokko clan – Barudokko's youngest brat: Kakarotto. But to a surprising turn, Barudokko gave up his last brat willingly.

Bejita planned for a long while to achieve such a goal. He wanted to have the child for himself. To torture and abuse as a resorted measure for not being able to kill off the whole family.

He thought, if he could just have one of the members, he could have some fun with them and then kill them, just as a whim.

As the Ouji thought of ways to torture the child, he walked to the end of the hallway to the very last door at the end with a dark rich wooden door, thick as a measure of sound-proofing.

He typed in the coding for the security lock and the door clicked open.  Once the door opened fully, an evil smirk lit his face as he looked down on the floor of the room where a young child no older than 14 years sat chained to the floor.

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Kakarotto shivered as she felt a powerful presence come into the cold room. The power was frightening and she trembled from fear. She opened her eyes to be met with the presence of a short but muscular man with a flamed hair style. The man had an evil demeanor to him. He stepped into the room, the door closing behind him.

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"So, you are Barudokko's brat, are you not?" Bejita asked the girl, his smirk widening as he noticed the girl tremble from fear.

"… y-yes... I... am..."

"Unfortunate that your father would give you up, no? I've been waiting to have you in my hands for a while; a very long while indeed. And now, finally, I own you. How old are you girl?"

"My f-father told me that he didn't want me anymore….. I'm-m thirteen, sire."

"I see."

Bejita walked even closer to the girl, stopping only when he was but a mere few inches from her. Bending at the knees, he kneeled to take a direct look at the young girl's face. She was very pretty for such a young one. He took the time to look her over.  She was wearing a plain dark blue kimono with a simple design of white flowers, she wore no shoes. She had long black hair with a tint of dark blue hue to it, showing signs of being well kept. She had big ink-black eyes currently filled with confusion and fear. She was small and petite, with the signs of a maturing body underneath the clothes she wore.

Bejita leaned in closer and inhaled the sweet scent that came from the young girl; he inhaled deeper and closed his eyes. She smelled like a mixture of strawberries and cherry blossoms with the traces of innocence and being unmarked.

"Do you know what is going to happen to you?"

"No, I don't . . . sire..."

"Good."

{so what you think so far? More to come! Thanks for reading and I'll try to update soon}