Be Real 12 Chapter 12: The Quiet Things

To say that all is well and the same as always would be a lie.

Life changes, and so do feelings, and ways of life. Circumstances of all people around you change constantly in an almost blinding motion, that we no longer can believe that life is a constant monotone. As an example of these statements, I present the feelings of the Prince of Sayians, who has fallen to the workings of a feeling Sayians refuse to admit to having or do not subject themselves to; a feeling so obsolete in some cases that it has been called 'rare', and is said to be a special stance of mind, not possession or thing, but a true feeling. Much to the future astonishment and disappointment of the Sayian people, their Prince for which they are so proud to call their own, has fallen in its trap. The vixen said to have set this trap, or found herself haphazardly in the trap as well, is a genetically altered human, and a freak according to all government leaders and wise men. She is considered a danger to the empire, but yet the Sayian Prince has gone forward, claiming this woman for himself as his mate, and has killed men already who have objected in front of him. While this woman is considered a threat, she is also beautiful, a genius and extremely strong-the ideal first-in-line to Queen of Vegetasi. Critics the universe round have been brought to furious debates on this subject, of weather this mysterious, and probably dangerous woman is worthy of the crown of Vegetasi. So, we ask you, ladies and gentlemen alike, is this woman ready for the crown of Vegetasi, and the Prince of half the universe? Or as our Prince lost his mind to insomnia?

-One year later, Space Press

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Orange, pinks and purples, blues, yellows and greens littered the horizon and sparkled with the dew of the morning. The clouds became visible with different beautiful shades of blue, and the wind blew almost rhythmically. You'd want to close your eyes to feel the wind, but then you'd see the horizon, and want to keep them open forever, just to watch the blazing array of colors in a way that only God could paint them. It was the only thing that brought a smile to the Prince's lips, and a feeling of clam to his normally stern senses. He felt like he was floating in a sea of utter calm and peace as he watched the sun rise and set every day, and let the wind play around his face. So far, while on this planet, he had found spring to be his favorite season of all time, with its colors and nice sounds. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't some softie-Freeze would probably start crying after his first spring sunset sighting-or a winter one-he hated the annoying birds chirping all the time, but some how the sunsets and winds of Earth just made him free. Away from the act, the past, just like time was standing still, breathless as him.

Things had been changing so much lately. Like the changing seasons, his feelings had changed. This girl he lived with was strange, and he knew almost nothing about her, but something about the day that he was chasing her through the thick human crowds in the streets had jerked his perspective some how. As she had ran away, and he had grabbed her arm, jerking her towards him, he had looked into those endless blue eyes for the first time, for real this time, and had found himself falling into an unknown eternal bliss, if you could call it that. In truth, he wasn't even sure if it was bliss or hell itself, but it intrigued him, and suddenly he felt drawn towards it, like he was to watching the sun set and rise every day. He remembered how she had paused and loosened her grip for just a moment, making her touch soft like the wind. If this was what the human songs sang about, he could no longer feel scorn or contempt for it. It was amazing, mysterious, and challenging. It made him want to be with her always, and learn about her. He wondered late at night, while studying this new sensation, what had happened to his caution. It seemed as gone as the sun was after it set, and not a hint of it was left, nor did it return like the sun did hours later. He was ready and willing to jump off a cliff or soar above the atmosphere unprotected to find out what this change meant, and all about this girl.

In all of this mess of questions, he collected the things he did know about this girl: She lived with him, across the hall in a room with light green, but not mint-green, walls. She went to his school, but was a year younger, so he only saw her in the hallways chatting with a select few other females. She was gone much of the time. She knew how to fight, physically and verbally. She loved chocolate, strawberries, cherry blossoms and small children. She never spoke about herself, and almost always wore a pair of ratty black converse shoes. She had long blue hair that she styled in normal and strange ways, such as the day she defeated his friends in the gravity chamber with her hair up in 'Sailor Moon buns' with the extra hair cascading down, which he found strange and stupid, and the other day she had her hair in a floppy loop at the back of her head with little strands in the front around the sides of her face, with a pink bandanna over the top of her head (she had been riding her bike around and her hair kept getting in her face). He also knew that she was considered a bit boyish by many humans, because she rode dirt bikes, fought and enjoyed getting dirty. That may seem like a lot to many, but to him, it was very little. Every day he found out something else about her! The different ways she smiled, and how her face flushed when she was embarrassed, or how she laughed differently at different times. These are probably trivial sounding to you, but to him everything counted, and was special; because he, the powerful teenage Prince, was falling in love with a girl-not next door, but right across the hall.

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"Begin Organism scans."

"Yes sir." The alien nodded, and commanded to the alien beside him, "Begin Organism scans!" Both in official-looking uniforms, they obeyed their leader, hidden in the shadows in a rather large chair. The leader's mouth tilted into a slight smirk, and he leaned back some more.

The room was large and metallic, with the leader and the two other aliens, who seemed to be a commander and his right hand man, were up on a high level, gazing over what seemed like a balcony over the thousands of workers typing away on machines, all leading up to one huge, towering monitor.

The three men on the above level watched the monitor, as signs of the machine booting up the scanning program turned to little dots appearing everywhere on four round circles, each with a continent, or body of land out lined, with the shapes of South America and Europe on them.

And as the dots continued to appear in the color red, other dots began to appear-yellow ones, blue ones, purples ones-but out of all the masses of colors, the most was red, and there was one single dot, right on the coast of Japan, that was gray.

The Commander furrowed his brow at this, and wondered aloud, "Why is there a gray dot? No species are represented as gray."

"Because, you fool." The leader replied, "Gray is the one color you come up with when you mix all of the colors."

"I still don't understand, sir."

The leader, clearly irritated even though you couldn't see his face, hissed, "Because, one of our main focuses is to find a genetically engineer hybrid, you idiot, and naturally, there is only ONE."

"Howe come sir?"

"After the first experiment they all got scared." The leader said, smiling evilly, "The genius scientists made a horrible, costly flaw. They captured a guinea pig without her consent, had her parents slaughtered, and took her away-all at the tender age of nine." He began to cackle evilly. "Then, they made her a killing machine, and expected her to obey them once she found out what they did!"

His laughing echoed through out the room and escaladed, and he paused to say, "And, she slaughtered them all in a rage of blind fury, without thinking at all. A true killer-and I want her."

The Commander, fear showing on his face at the thought that they were after such a creature, asked his leader, "Sir, um, why are we after such a threat? And how come no one else knows this?"

The leader scowled. "I always have to fill you in, don't I? Well, apparently, she collapsed after killing them all, and woke up in a river of blood. She was covered in it-that and charred flesh. As she saw everything around her, and relived her deeds in her mind like a picture slide-show, she made herself lock away the killer, and left the planet.

She wore the blood of her victims for days, until she landed on Earth, and wiped it off and put it all in jar, to remember. Then she made a vow, and slashed open her palms. She spilled her blood into the jar with her victims', as if she was washing her hands of this, and was starting over, but never forgetting. But me, I will awake that killer in her, and I will not be so naive. I will keep her on a very short leash, using her abilities to my wish."

The Commander, breathless with fear, whispered, "Yes sir."

The Commander was not afraid of the horrible killer as much as he was of his leader, and what his leader was going to do with the creature.

Gulping, he decided life was short anyway.

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B walked outside, her flip-flops slapping against the sidewalk, and her fingers laced behind her.

She gazed up at the tall buildings while the city bustled about her. Office workers pushed by, teenagers laughed and joked around in their cliques, people selling things on the streets shouted deals-particularly one quiet beefy man with a cigar hanging out of his mouth screaming about American New York hot dogs.

B rolled her eyes as she walked by the man. Who was he kidding? Real New York hot dogs smelt a lot better than that! She'd had one herself when she was passing through there to Japan. Satan City was at its normal peak, for sure. Although it wasn't as bustling as Tokyo, Satan City wasn't too far behind.

Things had been getting so weird lately. Vegeta could hardly stand in the same room as her without getting red in the face, Radditz couldn't stand in the same room as her without cracking up laughing, and Nappa would always zone out. She wasn't sure what she had done, but she had obviously done SOMETHING, right? I mean, how could all those morons act like that around her anyway?

Much to her happiness, her computer scan had come up plentiful, and with plenty of pictures that were defiantly of her house guest. Nappa and Radditz even appeared in some of them! Apparently, they were good friends of Vegeta's, or should she say Prince Vegeta's, of the planet Vegetasi! She smirked as she thought of the amazing things she had been able to uncover. Although she had no idea why he could possibly be there on Earth, she was positive of whom he was, and she was going to get him in the morning-but in a good way, of course. After what she had done to his life so long ago, she couldn't hurt him too badly.

She stopped, and looked up at the clear blue sky, tears welling up in her eyes. She had destroyed him so long ago-and those jokes she had made so many weeks ago-how could she? How could she have not remembered? How could she have not remembered her, and what had happened-her failure? How could she have not recognized that that was her son?

As the wind blew her hair behind her, a single tear slid down her cheek, and she whispered to no one in particular, "Vegeta, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry I didn't save her."

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"Are you ready to leave?"

"Of course, father, why would I not be?"

Vegeta sat in a chair in front of the video cam on the lap top, his arm thrown casually over the top of his chair, his legs apart; shirt thrown haphazardly on his bed, wearing baggy black pants. On the screen was a stern man with a black beard, and fierce black eyes.

"Hump," The stern man snorted. "Knowing you, you've killed the masses already."

"Actually, father," he said, "I have yet to kill one."

"What about the alien you reported?"

"I let her go because you said I couldn't kill anyone."

The man's face suddenly became more horrorific, and he shouted, "You bastard child! You should've killed her on the spot!"

"Why?"

"Because she's a mindless puppet to that damned organization!" He snarled, "The organization that is trying to take over our throne!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "So, that's the best they've got?"

"Fool! That is the very least! They've got trained military-"His father trailed on and on.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, and cut in loudly, "Fine, father, I will kill the annoying pest if I see her again. Now, good bye, I'll be at the pick-up point."

"Don't you dare turn off this conversa-"

Zip and he was gone.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, and scratched his head.

"Dads." He grumbled, and walked away from the computer.

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Okay, I made it longer!!!!!! Sorry it took so long though!

Review please! I super hope I didn't make this too boring. I was trying to make the transition from action mystery to romance mystery with a little action in between, you know? That last part with Vegeta and his dad was supposed to make Vegeta seem more normal, yet not normal.