ch.1
by: Vegeta's Mate
Vegetasei's Prince was not in one of his best moods. He had been
summoned from his training just when he was "really" beginning to enjoy
his "so-called" sparring match. For the Prince had no equal that could give him a match. He was the
strongest Saiyajin to ever exist, and at the young age of 5 years, it was
VERY impressive....and yet terrifying as well. It was obvious that he was a
born fighter.
He strode down the elaborate massive halls with an air of pure royalty. His
young yet mature face set in an angry scowl that demanded both respect
and fear. His ebony eyes with a dangerous gleam and hands balled into
murderous fists....it was very easy for the weary passerby slave or guard to
tell that their Prince was to say the least,...mad.
~What the hell does that baka father of mine want now?! Arghhhhh! That
fool, this had better be VERY important to...~ The youngster's thoughts
were abruptly cut off as one of the guards that flanked both his sides spoke
up.
"Your majesty, the King awaits you inside his throne room."
Vegeta cringed in disgust. "I'm well aware of where he is, baka! Now shut-
up and get the hell out of my way!!"
The guard faltered with an expression of mortal fear. He quickly backed
away, giving his Prince room to proceed. "Forgive me Sire." He managed
to choke, praying that the heir would allow him his life. But luckily for him,
the Prince was no longer paying any attention to him, but to the entrance of
the throne room instead.
Vegeta quickly shed his arrogant manner to that of complete reverence.
For although he could easily dispose of his father, the simple fact remained
that this was still his king, and he was to be respected. He made his way to
the front of the throne and knelled, waiting to be acknowledged.
"You wanted to see me, my king?" He said, with just the slightest bit of
agitation.
The king leered down at his son with a smirk, noting his agitation.
"That's right, boy. I did." He then gestured for the others to leave and
turned to his son once again. "You may rise, boy."
Despising his fathers over exaggeration on the word, "boy," he got to his
feet, with his arms tightly crossed over his chest. He cocked a brow which
meant that he was waiting for his father to say whatever it was he wanted
to say, so that he could get the hell out of there.
The king decided to agitate him just a little more by seemingly ignoring him
for awhile by looking out of the vast throne room window that overlooked
the capital.
Vegeta was not in the mood for this at all. He finally gave an exasperated
sigh and spoke up. "Well? What is it that you want? I have better things to
do you know, then to watch you look out the window all day..."
The Prince was infuriated even more as he heard his father chuckle from
the window. The chuckle grew into a raspy laugh as he turned around to
face his son.
~That boy has the patience of his mother...~ He mused to himself. He
walked closer to him still wearing that smug smirk.
"Honestly boy! You'll have to have more patience than that to rule a
kingdom..." He stopped in front of the younger version of himself, with a
cruel grin.
The younger Vegeta however, was not grinning. "I didn't come to listen to a
lecture either..."
The king was beginning to become less amused and more annoyed with the
brassiness of his son. "Shut-up, brat and listen."
He started to walk back to his throne with his son close behind. He
gracefully took his seat and continued.
"As you already know, Vegeta, being the heir comes with its blessings. But
with those blessings, come certain obligations as well..."
Vegeta, still in his arms folded pose, raised a dark brow at this. "What
'sort' of obligations exactly?"
The King grinned evilly at the Prince knowing perfectly well what his son's
opinion of the matter to be discussed was. "Oh certain things. Mainly ones
that won't affect you now, but most certainly will later..."
Vegeta didn't like the sound of that...not at all.
The King rose from his throne and proceeded to make his way towards the
side of the room where there were elaborate tapestries that lined the walls.
The Prince, of course, followed suit, desperately curious as to what his
certain obligations could possibly be...
The King studied the murals as his son was about to explode.
"What do you mean they won't affect me now but later? Tell me!"
Vegeta had had just about enough of his fathers sick idea of amusement
and was beginning to get very angry.
The King, undaunted by his son's anger, calmly answered him. "Well for
one, there's the matter of learning certain political skills that are required to
run a kingdom such as this, military skills and of course there's the matter
of ..."
He turned to face his son with a smirk, knowing full well what his sons
reaction would be. " A mate."
"NANI?!!!!!!"
In another end of the palace...
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! IT HURTS!!!! STOP IT!!!!! *sniffle* OWWWW!!!!!!"
The elderly nursemaid desperately tried to keep the squirming, screeching
girl pinned to the medic bed. ~For the love of....this CAN'T be the girl
destined to be our queen can it?!!~
"Girl, keep still!! For the sake of the King! You're a Saiyajin! You shouldn't
cry over something like this!"
The suffering girl turned her smokey eyes towards her elder, raven hair
flying behind her. "But it HURTS!!!" She screeched.
The aging woman gave an exasperated sigh and turned to the royal official
who was "marking" the girl. "For the Kings sake! Are you almost finished?!"
The official gave her a glare but nodded in response.
He finally stood up placing his instruments away for cleaning. What was
now on the girls thigh was a royal symbol that marked her as royal
"property."
"*sniffle* What's that for anyway?" The 4 year old girl managed to choke as
she finally saw the result of all her suffering.
"What do I look like to you, brat? I've had enough of you for today!" And
with that the woman got up and headed for the door, allowing the girls
mother in the room. She entered looking very embarrassed with the
weakness of her daughter.
"Honestly brat! You wouldn't know if they were torturing you to death!" The
young woman spat at her daughter.
The girl hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry mother...I didn't mean to...I
tried to be strong like you..." She looked sorrowfully at her mother with her
tear streaked face.
The room was empty now, save the woman and her daughter. The
woman's eyes grew brighter, a smile of pride on her lips. "It's alright now
Kolliefleur (like cauliflower (=^.~=)). I'm proud of you. No one else in this
family has ever received such a honour..."
She then picked her daughter up to cradle her in her arms since she
couldn't walk due to her new tatou.
The girls eyes lit up with joy. But then turned to curiosity as she asked her
mother, "Mother, what kind of honour are you talking about? Does it have
something to do with that?" She gently rubbed the side of her leg indicating
the tatou.
Her mother smiled as she brought her daughter out of the medic room and
down the halls to the girls new room. "Well Kollie, that mark on your leg is
proof of who you are now..."
She stopped outside of the massive doors to the young girls room to get
clearance from the guards to enter the room. They recognised the young
warrior and girl immediately and allowed them to enter.
She drew in a sharp breath in awe as she entered. The room was
beautifully furnished with a type of wood she was not familiar with.
Beautiful shear drapes hung in the massive bay window that led to a
balcony.
She made her way into the elaborate room and over to the massive bed.
She layed her daughter on the bed, the young girl seemed to be lost in the
scarlet sea of the covers.
The young girl looked in utter amazement of the room. Never in her young
life had she seen something so beautiful. She turned to her mother awe-
struck and asked, " Is this MY room?"
The mother chuckled slightly at her daughters amazement. "Yes, this is
your new room Kollie..."
The fair young girl looked at her mother again. Her delicate features drawn
together in bewilderment. "But mother, where's your room?"
The young woman's face suddenly grew sad. But she managed a slight
smile for her daughter. "Well you see Kollie," She began slowly, "You're a
very special young girl now..."
Kollie was as confused as ever. "What do you mean, mother?"
Her mother once again attempted to tell her daughter the somewhat
"controversial" situation that she was to now live for the rest of her life.
"You see, you've been chosen for a very special purpose Kollie, one that
will make you the most important female on all of Vegetasei..."
Kollie's eyes grew wide at that. "Really?"
Her mother was getting annoyed with all the questions and her tone got
slightly colder. "Quiet girl and listen! You are to become queen
someday....you will bear the next heir to the kingdom and be the future
king, Prince Vegeta's, mate."
The girls misty gray eyes widened in complete shock. She was to be
queen?! That was every girls dream! And she was the one chosen?!
She grinned happily as she realised what her mother was saying. "REALLY
mother?! I can't believe it! I'm so happy , mother! And you'll never have to
go to war ever again!"
Her mother's eyes grew clouded. "Kollie, listen to me..."
The girl stopped with her rambling and listened to her mother. "What's
wrong mother?"
The young woman faced her daughter bravely. "I won't be staying here
Kollie..."
Kollie's eyes grew dark as she was beginning to understand what her
mother was saying...
"You will be staying here now, Kollie. I won't. You belong to the royal family
now...you must be strong Kollie... you won't be seeing me again..."
The girls began to fill up with tears. "Now stop that! You will be strong you
hear me girl?! And you will do everything the Prince tells you, do you
understand?! This is the greatest honour that any woman could possibly
hope for! Do you understand me, Kollie?!"
The girls lip quivered and she failed to find her voice. "I said, do you
understand me?!!"
Kollie summoned her strength and faced her mother. "Y..yes. I understand,
mother...... I will make you proud."
The woman could feel her heart being ripped to shreds. She would never
see her daughter again...but she had to set a good example for her...not to
allow her to see weakness.... "Good..."
She walked towards the door and turned to get one last look at her only
daughter....~Good-bye, ...Kollie~ She then walked out of the door, and out
of her daughters life forever...
"Good-bye,.....mother....."
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