Canto alla Vita: I sing to life

Chapter 2: Getting to know you

Trunks quietly walked down the halls to his quarters. Before entering he took a deep breath and sighed. Opening the door he saw the young woman sitting on her bed in some sort of meditation. "There's a simple word to say to me my prince. Why don't you say it?" Trunks gave a surprised look. "I don't want to disturb your, uh your," "meditation exercise. It helps me to relax." She opens her eyes and uncrosses her legs. "You know you're very polite for a prince. I always heard that princes were stuck up and spoiled." Trunks looked at her emotionless. He noticed no fear in her eyes when she looked at him. What had happened? In the throne room she was as timid as an abandoned kitten. Now she seemed confident and comfortable.

"I was brought up better then those spoiled brats. I know my place and the place of others." "Do you now my prince? I heard you talking in the throne room, you seem unhappy." Trunks sighed and shrugged. "Not really, just bored." She smiled and stood up. "So what does my prince wish for me to do?" Trunks rubbed the back of his neck. "Well what exactly do wickens do?" "They do a lot of things my prince. We have many talents, but are mistreated. People fear us because of our magic." "Magic?" She nodded. Trunks sat down and lifted a knee to his chin. "What did you say your name was?" She was silent for a minute. "Ryanna, my prince." "Okay enough with the prince stuff, it's getting old." Ryanna gave him a curious look that made her look like a young child asking what the birds and the bees are. "But that is what you are." Trunks rolled his eyes and walked towards the balcony.

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't a prince. Sometimes I wish I was one of them." He said pointing out to the village below. Ryanna peaked over his tall shoulder. "You're not happy here, are you?" "I thought I already explained that to you." "You didn't explain anything my prince. You simply said not really, just bored. Well bored means unhappy." Trunks turned to her and looked straight into her eyes. She was definitely s curious one. She asked many questions, some of which he figured were just to see what he wanted out of life. "I simply wish not to be bored. I want something more out of life." "Or maybe you wish for less. As the old saying goes, less is more." Trunks shook his head. "Now you're starting to confuse me." "I am sorry my prince." "And what did I say about calling me that, Call me Trunks."

Ryanna smiled. She went to his side and sat on the balcony wall. Her dress was tattered at the legging but smooth at the top. It looked like a night gown. She wore no shoes, he noticed when he first saw her, and she had a primitive beauty. She was the kind all girls wanted to kill. the kind where you can wear no make up at all and still look beautiful. She cocks her head to the side again and it makes me smirk. "You're very intuitive." "I like to remain calm when meeting new people." "More like talkative." Ryanna grinned at him and continued her childish stare on the prince. "So tell me Ryanna, what has brought you to my presence?" Ryanna then frowned. "I was taken from my home and brought here by those two bandits you call Elites."

Trunks frowned as well. "They think that my kind are nothing but wild animals that can and will be tamed to be treated the way they want us to be treated. But even wild animals have their rights. They deserve to be free." "I agree, but you're not an animal. You're a saiyan." Ryanna closed her eyes and let a tear escape them. "Hey there's no need to cry." He wiped it away, but her eyes remained closed. "Forgive me, thinking about home makes me that way. I miss my home in the forest. The way the trees moved left and right to the wind, the way the water danced in ripples at your feet, the way the air always smelt of flowers and fresh rain." Trunks listened to her words and smiled. "Sounds beautiful, I wish I could see it." Ryanna opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"You know, you're not a wicken by birth." Trunks gives her a puzzled look. "Anyone can become a wicken. You just have to go through a series of steps and learn how to use the powers that are held deep inside of everyone." Trunks smiles. "Can you show me." She nods. "Hand me one of those roses" Trunks turns around and plucks a rose from the vase. he paces it in Ryanna's hands and gives her smile. she smiled back and tool the petals off of the stem. "What are you-" She shushed him placing a finger to his mouth. "Listen." She placed the petals in his hands and folded them up. She led him to the edge of the balcony and had him put his hands out over it.

~Non dubitare mai
~Non dubitare mai
~Non lasciarla mai da sola
~da sola

She repeated the same verse over again and Trunks listened. the wind blew and the petals in his hands moved around. He close his eyes and listened harder. There was a beautiful sound rising and he smiled warmly. The petals flew from his hand and began to dance along with the wind. Ryanna smiled as the prince looked at the petals in an relished trance. "Wow, what was that?" "That was the power inside your heart Trunks Vegeta." Ryanna placed her head on his shoulder, and surprisingly he let her.

Ack short chapter. Oh well, Good? Bad? So-so? Tell me plz!