Yesh, surprisingly, I have writen the prologue to "A New Saiyan", and it's pretty well writen in my point of view.But that's for the reviwers to decide, not me. R&R appreciated!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, but I do own...well...everyone you don't know from the show.
On a bright, sunny afternoon day, sometime in the spring, a man walked along a stream of water. The man smiled happily, knowing that soon he would be going home to his wife and child after a long days work. It was peaceful, and no signs of clouds over head. Suddenly, the peace was broken by a loud, blood curdling scream. When the man heard the scream, he recognized it immediately, and ran toward the haunting sound.
Please God, don't let it be her. He thought as he ran. When he reached his destination, he gasped at what he saw: his wife laying in a pool of blood and his child crying in fear. Some strange alien-like creature was walking toward the baby. "NO!" He screamed and ran toward the alien, getting ready to attack.
"Duh-Darren...?" The woman who lay on the floor managed to lift her face. It was beaten, and blood came trickling down her face, but anyone could see her fear. She was dying, and she knew it. "Duh-Don't...run after...h-him. H-he'll kill...you..." As she muttered her last words, the expression on her face froze and she fell back down. She had died.
Darren gritted his teeth and ran at the alien, ignoring his wife's last request. Unfortunately, he met the same fate as his wife, and screamed in pain as he too crashed to the ground in a pool of blood. The creature grunted as he watched his second victim fall to the ground. He picked up the baby (who was now crying more than ever) and snickered at the child's face.
"Hard to believe you're the one our Lord wants," he said as he spat on the ground. "But...what he wants is what he gets, and I'm not one to disobey him. But I will honor your pitiful mother's last request. I'll see if my Lord will allow your wonderful uncle raise you, hmm?" The baby continued to cry, and the alien pulled it close to its face and sneered. "You're no fitting princess, you brat. Buck up, you'll see more carnage than this when you get older." And he walked off, trying to avoid being seen by the humans who were beginning to crowd around the dead parents.
"My Lord..." the alien bowed to his leader and showed the crying baby. "She hasn't stopped since I killed her mother and father! How the hell am I supposed to deal with this!" His Lord was in the shadows, but you could still see the evil smile that curled his lips.
"So, Kelva, the Saiyan Princess is finally dead, hmm?" He laughed loudly. "You've done a wonderful job, Quee! I've wanted her dead since the day I saw her, but I needed her to have a child first." The alien, or Quee, smiled in gratitude, knowing that a compliment rarely ever escaped his Lord's lips.
"Thank you, Lord Frieza," he said as he bowed. "But what should we do with the child?" Lord Frieza, stroked his chin in thought, but the evil grin returned when he got an idea. "What is it, my Lord?" Quee asked. Frieza only laughed harder when he thought more about his plan.
"Give this child to Vegeta. I'm sure he'll love to have some sort of remembrance of his loving sister!" He laughed even harder as Quee left to fulfill his master's orders. The cold-blooded laughing only made the little girl cry more. She screamed as her captor walked down a corridor to give her to her knew father.
"Aw, c'mon Vegeta! You should be able to beat old Nappa!" A long, black haired man said tauntingly. He was muscular, and had a brown tail swishing behind him. Two other men were at a table, arm wrestling. One had black hair as well, but it wasn't long, it just defied all laws of gravity. He was also notably shorter than the rest of the men. His tail lay lazily on the chair, while his arm was enduring the extreme pressure from fighting against his opponent. The other one was bald, but had a black mustache reaching down to his mouth. His tail was erect, and his arm was also enduring the same pressure.
"Shut up!" The shorter one shouted. "You're annoying me Raditz, and you know what happens to those who annoy me!" Raditz slumped into a near-by chair. Nappa, the last man, was struggling to keep his arm upright.
"You'd better not break my arm, Vegeta," he said with a strained voice. "I need it to kill, yah know." Vegeta just smirked at the thought of going easy and then with one jolt, sent Nappa's arm crashing into the table. Raditz howled with laughter.
"Nappa, you fool! Never ask the Prince to go easy on you! Of all people, you should know that!" The bald man was about to explode at his comrade when a knock on the metal door interrupted him.
"Official business!" A voice barked. The men all sighed and reluctantly opened the door. Vegeta stood in the middle with a frown running down his face.
"What the hell does Frieza want now!" He barked as Quee walked in nervously. He knew that three of these warriors meant the end of him, especially angry. He cleared his throat and stood tall.
"Lord Frieza has sent me to inform you of two things:" he cleared his throat again nervously. "One, Princess Kelva is dead." Vegeta's face darkened at his words.
"What do you mean she's dead!" He roared. "When did you figure this out!" Quee back up a few steps before speaking again.
"I don't know how or when she died, I'm just a messenger. But the second message concerns you, Prince Vegeta." He pulled the child from behind his back. "This is her daughter. You are to watch over her for as long as Lord Frieza sees fit. Not only that, but it was Kelva's final wish before she died..." Vegeta retorted at the sight of the girl, now sleeping on the spot. Of all the things in the world, he wouldn't have time to look after a little baby, not that he even wanted to. He reluctantly took her after a few minutes.
"Does it have a name?" He asked flatly. Raditz and Nappa were stifling laughs behind him, put one cold, piercing stare put an end to that.
Quee sighed. "Yes, she does. It's Keira, if you must know." He turned his back to the three Saiyans and walked off. Once he was gone, the two warriors behind Vegeta burst into laughter.
"Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, looking after his priss sister's little baby girl!" Nappa howled as Vegeta grimaced at the little girl. He lowered his head and sighed.
"How am I supposed to look after a kid!" He angrily asked the floor.
"I have no idea, but I bet it's gonna be great fun for you!" Raditz mused while still laughing himself silly.
"ARGH!" The long haired Saiyan cried. "This brat just won't shut up!" Keira was still crying three hours after Quee left her in Vegeta's arm. But he wasn't there. In fact, he had been gone for about 2 and a half hours talking to Frieza.
"Maybe if you weren't laughing at him so hard, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Nappa roared over the crying baby. Raditz huffed up and began to complain when suddenly it fell silent. Keira had suddenly fallen asleep and was sucking on her thumb. The two warriors stood in silence, shocked at what happened, then turned to each other and shrugged it off. Nappa stepped back a few steps and scratched his head.
"I don't understand it, but I don't care," he said quietly, afraid that the crying terror would wake up. Raditz looked at the babe as it slept.
"That little punk must've run out of energy," he hissed under his breath. He swished his tail back and forth and walked over to a chair. "But whatever, as long as it's quiet." Nappa smirked and feel back into a chair, only to jolt back up when Vegeta stormed into the room. He looked down at his niece and grimaced. "What'd Frieza say?" Raditz asked cautiously. Vegeta just sighed angrily and slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a dent.
"I'm stuck with her," he moaned. "Frieza's convinced that I have to take care of the brat. I CAN'T! I'm a warrior, not a damned father! If Kelva wanted someone to look after it, why the hell didn't she ask one of the people on her planet!" He slammed his fist into the wall again, only this time he left a hole in it. "That bastard...he thought this through..."
"It can't be that bad, Vegeta," Nappa said sarcastically. "But..." he thought for a little bit and added more seriously. "We could teach her to be a Saiyan...Not some priss that Kelva would've wa---" He stopped short, noticing that fire was coming out of Vegeta's eyes.
The prince spat on the ground. "No..." he said slowly. "I'm not going to disrespect my sister's last request. Besides, she'd raise hell if she knew I did that."
"It's all about you in the end, isn't it Vegeta?" Raditz sneered. Vegeta turned his head and looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah it is," and at that moment, Keira started wailing again.
Yep, that's chapter one of the prologue! I PULLED A GEORGE LUCAS! w00t!