Oh I'm a bad person...truly.....a whole month and I never updated this fic -.- When you combine my laziness and school, I just don't really want to update..... I hope some of you are still interested in this fic, if so I swear I'll update more often one school ends!!! (In 7 days) also, I have no idea what Planet Vegeta was like...so I'm sorry if the facts I make up about it are wrong.
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All I Ever Wanted
In a bright purple sky two suns rose over planet Vegeta. As the light of the morning reached the prince's eyes, he quickly covered his face with his blanket, mumbling under his breath, '"Damn suns, go away..."
Sighing, he forced his tired body from his warm cozy bed and trudged over to his closet. He chose a pair or loose white fighting pants, a black t- shirt, and a long black cape. He stepped in front of his full length mirror, and ran a hand threw his unruly jet black hair. Another day of boredom had begun, and all the prince wished he could do was climb back into bed, and continue his life in a dream world more exciting, and fun then the one he lived in.
Knowing this was impossible, and that he would always bare the duties of a prince, and some day a king, forever.
Vegeta left his place in front of the mirror and started to make his way through his Palace's halls. He black boots clunked against the marble floor, echoing eerily all around him. An occasional vase of flowers lined the walls he passed, but other then that all their was nothing but marble head to toe, plated with gold squares every few feet.
Not exactly his taste in style.
And the moment his father left this world, and he was crowned ruler of Planet Vegeta, that would be one of the first things to change.
The sound of laughter reached his ears, and he quickly flattened him self against the nearest wall. Peering into the room next to him, he saw that his dad was enjoying breakfast in the dining hall, as usual surrounded by the most beautiful Sayian women in the kingdom. Vegeta rolled his eyes and dashed past the entrance to the other side. Every morning the king would call for him and force his son to watch the women dance around him half naked (his father considered it entertainment).They would always smile and giggle at seeing him, hoping to catch his interest. But Vegeta remained as passive as ever during these mornings, completely ignoring them.
The young prince shook off these thoughts, and headed to the guards room. Upon entering he was greeted with the smiling face of the baka from yesterday.
"G'morning Vegeta!" the boy named Kakkarot called out to him, waving his arms like an imbecile.
"Fool! Never address his highness like that!" One of the older guardsmen hollered, smacking the whelp upside the head. "My apologies your majesty, this one is new and he has no sense of those who are higher ranked then him self."
"Yes I do! I just though that I might say good morning...." Kakkarot trailed off, seeing more guards surround him. "Vegeta can ya help me out here?!"
"Damn child! You must treat our ruler with RESPECT!" The head guard grabbed Kakkarot's hair and pulled his head backwards with a strong yank. "You will refer to him as either 'My lord', 'Your Majesty', or 'My prince!' now let's try this again!" The burly man lifted his leg and sent it slamming into the teen's gut, earning a howl of pain as he fell to his knees. There were at least 20 other men in the room with them, each 6 feet tall, and very strong. Most of them crowded around Kakkarot and started to also kick him.
Vegeta, who had been watching the spectacle, interested, suddenly barked out "Stop!" The kicking stopped immediately, and they all backed away from the young man. Kakkarot coughed up blood, and slowly started to stand until a large booted foot sent him back down with a grunt. "Apologize for you rudeness to his Highness!" the lead guard, Raditz, shouted.
"I-I'm sorry my lord...." he mumbled.
"Hn. Learn your place in this world, punk. If you don't, those of a higher class will walk all over you" Vegeta scoffed, smirking slightly.
"Sire, might I suggest a training session with you as punishment for his stupidly?" Raditz inquired.
Vegeta grinned. "Ah, I think that might be just what this kid needs." Other guards around the room snickered behind their hands. Kakkarot got up, wiping blood from his cut lip and stood up straight. "I would be honored to spar with you, my prince." he stated boldly.
Vegeta's eyebrows rose, amazed at hearing this. "Oh? You are, are you? Well this shall prove to be very interesting. Come with me."
Kakkarot bowed, and proceeded to follow his lord out of the room.
The Prince led him threw many halls, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. Soon the came to a large gold entrance way, chestnut wood doors blocking their way. With one muscled arm Vegeta pushed them open and walked inside.
Kakkarot gasped as he entered. It looked as though then had stepped outside, but in fact they were in a room made entirely of glass. It had a high ceiling, and through the glass the two suns shone brightly. Tree's, bushes, and grass is what threw him off. The foliage went on for acres, as though they were in a jungle. A stream bubbled right down the right side, and birds chirped in the distance. In the middle the grass had been cleared away, leaving a circle shaped patch of dirt. He assumed this would be their fighting arena.
Vegeta walked to the center and unclasped the silver hook that held his cape on. He threw it to the side and turned to face his opponent.
Vegeta Smirked and took a fighting stance. "Since I first met you, you've been nothing but a bother. Your way to happy, and you smile too much." He turned and cracked his neck to the side. "There isn't much to do around here, so I spend most of my time training vigorously, making my self stronger. I'm full of energy, and eager to go, so I hope your ready, cause this is gonna be one hell of a ride for you."
Kakkarot smirked. "Bring it on."
(Tbs!)
CLIFFIE!!! hehe! Hope you liked this chapter, I'll update soon!!