I wanted to start a new mini-project. Disney "what if?" one shots. Readers postulate a what-if question regarding a Disney movie, and I write a one shot on my take on the answer. I only update when asked a question.

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2) I do not watch the Disney channel, so please no questions regarding shows, or Disney channel movies. Traditional Disney movies only, preferably animated/cgi only. The only live action one that i have watched is Enchanted.

3) If it a movie I have not seen in a long time, to answer your question I may need to locate a copy of the movie to watch so be patient with me

4) It's okay to ask a what if about a movie someone else has already asked about.

5) This is me taking my own interpretation of your question, and having some fun with it. I apologize if it is not the answer you were looking for, but I hope you can enjoy the story nonetheless! :)

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Question 3: Posted by Nightmaster000 "What if Kiara met either Nuka or Vitani instead of Kovu?"

Rating: K+

Kiara ran through the brush, noting the gradual change from the lush Pridelands to the desolation of the Outlands. Her father's voice was echoing in her head, reminding her to stay away from the Outlands. But he hadn't trusted her to go out to play, why should she trust him and his marked path? She darted forward, pushed by curiosity. She looked up ,seeing a the rotting log from a dead tree. I bet I can see all across the Outlands from up there! She leapt onto the log, enjoying her new vantage point. She looked around her, slowly walking forward not realizing that the end of the log was a step away, until she went tumbling into the dusty dirt below.

"Hey!" She looked up suddenly, and saw a tawny lion cub sitting on her haunches, ready to pounce. "Who are you! Wait… you're a Pridelander! Not happy with the Pridelands? Have to scout out the Outlands?" The tawny cub began to circle Kiara, staring her down. The bright yellow of her eyes was brightened in contrast to the dark circles of brown fur that surrounded them. "Not that I blame you. This is where the brave lions live"

"I'm brave!"

"Sure you are, you little princess. Everything handed to you, even the gazelle jump in front of you for dinner! Out here, only the brave survive." She continued to circle Kiara, a thick growl forming in her throat.

"Who are you?" Kiara demanded, hiding the tremor in her voice, pouncing to keep the cub in front of her, never turn your back on an Outlander!

"Vitani! Feared throughout the Outlands…" The cub's tirade was interrupted,

"Oh hey Tani who's your little friend here?" An older lion, with dark fur and a tufts of thick black hair growing in scattered spots across his head and neck, and walked with an awkward jerking motion. He looked as if he had somehow survived a strike with lightning. The lion spoke with a mumble, a dried stick in his mouth as he flopped next the cub called Vitani. Why is he chewing a stick? Who are these lions? Maybe I should have just stayed on that trail Kiara started to doubt herself, but didn't want to show her fear to these Outlanders. She was a Pridelander; she was supposed to be brave and true. Protect everything the light touches.

"I'm Kiara!" She shouted, trying to roar and managing little more than a deep mew.

"Awe, I think the little princess tried to roar!" Vitani laughed, and looked at her brother who had seemingly already lost interest in this intruding whelp. "Nuka! Are we just going to stand here while a Pridelander crosses into our land! Let's show her what happens to Pridelander princesses who wander too far off," This seemed to jar him from his stick, and he stood, circling around behind Kiara, trapping her between the two strangers.

"I am not a princess!" She declared indignantly. Everyone called her princess, and treated her as if she were as delicate as a butterfly. But she was a lioness, the future Queen of the Pridelands. This was her chance to prove herself. If she could hold her ground against these two, perhaps her father would finally let her play without needing Timone and Pumba. Her thoughts of bravery were stopped when she felt hot breath on the fur on her scruff, and the foul breath filed her nose. She sank to the ground, looking up at the lion who was sitting behind her.

"I think the princess is scared!"

"We should take her to mother!" Vitani shouted suddenly, standing on her toes,

"Yes. You should take her home to mommy," Zira emerged from the clearing, having seen the moving grass in the distance. At first she thought it was food, and came closer to investigate. But instead, she found a much better prize. The precious daughter of Scar's greatest foe. Why, with Kiara in her grasp, she would have any leverage against Simba she could have ever hoped for. With this little hostage, she could get Simba to give the Pridelands over to her, he would to anything to save his daughter. She would finally win back Scar's birthright.

Vitani stepped back as Zira approached, her hollow eyes boring down into the helpless cub sitting before her. She saw Kiara try to scoot back, but bumped into Nuka who stepped his paw into her back, pinning her helplessly into place.

"I should thank you little won. You, just handed me the Pridelands." She laughed heartedly, throwing her head back, and Kiara could see how thin she really was. Her collarbone was a thick wire wrapping around her chest, the shadow of her ribs jolting with each laugh that came from the manic Lioness. She looked at Vitani again, hoping the other cub would change her mind and help her. But the tawny cub had taken to chewing on a stick. Why always with the sticks? She realized then how thin the cub was too. She wondered if the cub was trying to eat the stick. Her thoughts of sympathy were quickly changed to fear as she felt unfamiliar teeth clamp into her scruff, lifting her off the grown.

"No! No! Put me down! No! Someone! Timone! Pumba! Dad!" She screamed, swinging her paws out hoping to strike Zira but she couldn't reach. She was too small. I'm sorry daddy! I should have stayed on the path! I swear, if you come help me I'll never run off again! I promise! Help me!I She began purring, drying to sooth the dreadful anxiety that was sending shivers through her entire body. The laughter of the tawny cub and the scruffy lion were only making it worse. Please daddy… hurry. They're taking me away! She let out a grunt, swinging her legs and reached behind her, swiping her claws against the throat of the lioness who had her in her grip. But her fighting was in vain. Her legs were too short, she couldn't get close enough to make her claws do any damage.

She looked up, seeing nothing but dry desert stretched out before her. There were no gazelle, zebra, and antelope. No warthogs, meerkats, or hippo. No flamingo, or cheetah, jaguar or birds flying in the sky. None of her father's subjects were there to rush to the King and warn him of the danger she was in. She was utterly alone.

"Look Nuka, seems our little princess isn't so fearless afterall!" The tawny cub's laughter was the worst of all, grating her, taunting her. She growled, the sound low and desperate.

"Put her down!" Her father's voice came booming from behind her, Zira spinning around with Kiara's scruff held tightly in her jaws. Zira bit down harder, as if she was afraid to lose her grip. Kiara let out a yelp of pain, and began to purr again to try and distract herself from the pain in her neck, feeling the sticky blood oozing from fresh wounds.

"Oh! Lookie mommy! It's King Simba! Bow to the king!" Nuka laughed, dancing around his family members, "Look look, your plan is working, here he is!" Simba's roar cracked across the landscape with power enough to startle birds for miles across the Pridelands, and a herd of gazelle leaped away from their grazing to charge towards safer ground.

"Put her down and you'll get to walk away from this Outlander," Zira placed Kiara on the ground as she saw what appeared to be Simba's entire pride emerging from the grass. Her eyes darted from lioness to lioness, contemplating her chances of winning a fight. With Kiara on the ground her mouth was free to bark a roar back at Simba, showing her defiance. She would never bow to this false King; this wild jungle animal who spent more time hiding in the trees than amongst his own people before taking his rule.

"These lands belonged to scar," She defied, trying to stand over Kiara and claim her well-earned prize. Simba however, would have none of it. He leapt forward, throwing Zira back. The rest of his pride reacted in turn, until Vitani and Nuka were subdued as well.

"You will get out of the Pridelands. If I see you again, you and your cubs won't be able to return to the Outlands when I finish with you," Vitani now was the one who cowered under the weight of the lioness standing before her, purring to try and soothe the fear.

Nuka was still laughing, swinging his tail as four Lionesses kept him in check, obviously disturbed by this nearly grown male's disturbance.

Nala finally walked though the chaos, running up to her daughter, and went to pick her up but saw the teeth marks etched along her scruff.

"Kiara!"

"M-mom?" She looked up, realizing her salvation. She put her ears down, flopping onto her side to admit defeat, and show her submission to her parents before crawling over between her mother's forepaws, closing her eyes as her mother licked her wounds. She couldn't hear her father's tirade, or the growling of the lionesses roars around her. All that mattered is that these Outlanders where not taking her away. She was going home, to her beautiful Pridelands. She would never wander off that path again, her father was right, there were dangers. Dangers she never imagined.

Nala picked Kiara up by the middle, not wanting to aggravate the punctures in her scruff, looking up as Simba turned from the submissive lions before him, and the rest of the pride followed. Zira turned, her head low and Tawny and Nuka following close behind.

"Heed me Simba, your day will come. I will take Scar's lands back!" She roared defiantly once more, before scurrying off for her distant termite hill. That pathetic sun baked structure she called a home. But one day, she swore, Pride Rock would be hers; her children would walk those lush lands with more food than they could eat. No more having to knaw on sticks to subdue the hunger pains, no more failed hunting parties, no more eating insects and reptiles to survive. The bounties of Scar's rightful lands would be hers one day.

Simba led his pride, Nala close at his side. No words passed between them, and Kiara hung her ears low. She messed up badly this time, and knew that there was a world of trouble coming her way. But she would take whatever punishment her father had in store, even if she had to sit in her corner of Pride Rock for a week. Anything was better than being taken away by those awful Outlanders. At least she was going home.

I hope you enjoyed! I do really think that everything would have gone a LOT different had Kiara met Vitani and Nuka rather than Kovu. She wouldn't have seen the start of a friendship that led to the events of the entire movie. I also think such a traumatizing event at such a crucial age would have caused her to develop the same hatred for the Outlanders that her father had.