| Chains Prologue |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: PG-13 (Rated by Chapters) Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine. I’m not nearly that good, I only wish. Don’t sue, my brother cost me $70 to get my car out of impound after he was arrested driving it. I’m broke. “Otousan!” “I’m right here, daughter. No need to yell,” an old man stated walking into the large room. His white hair framed his wrinkled face. He gazed at his blue-haired daughter irritably. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t sired such a fiery daughter. I’m sorry, my daughter. It is for the best. “How could you?” she demanded angrily, stomping her tiny foot in emphasis. “I don’t want to get married! I’m perfectly happy as I am now. I don’t want to be purchased!” Shaking his head, the old man sighed. “Buruma, dear, you are not being purchased. You will be courted.” “It’s the same thing!” “Buruma, enough!” he snapped. “You are 21-years-old! You can’t spend your life working on your inventions! I rule here, not you. When you are Queen, you may do what you wish. Until that time, however, you will obey me.” “I won’t marry some man I’ve never met! Hell, I don’t want to marry any man! I just want to live my life, Otousan. Can’t you understand that?” She slumped to the floor, her white gown billowing around her. Her blue-hair hiding her tears from her otousan. Why can’t he understand? I don’t want to be tied to a husband. I need to be free. “Buruma, it won’t be all that bad. We’ll find you a husband worthy of you. One whom you may someday love.” She looked up at her otousan, her cerulean eyes moist with tears. “I won’t love, Otousan. You may force me to marry some nobleman, but I will never love. My love belongs to my inventions, my people, and my friends. I cannot love someone who wants me for my title. I will never love,” she whispered sadly. The old king looked down at his weeping daughter sadly. “This is how it must be, daughter. I married your okaasan the same way.” “Do you love my okaasan?” The king looked down at his daughter. “She is a wonderful Queen.” “That is not what I asked.” She watched her father for a few moments as he struggled to answer. “I didn’t think so.” She rose from the floor gracefully. “Fine. I’ll marry some nobleman who thinks I am nothing more than a Princess. Don’t expect more.” The King sighed and looked at his daughter sadly. “I’m sorry,” he said before walking softly out of the room. His little girl’s muffled sobs echoing painfully in his ears. ~~~~~~~~~~ “Kakarotto, if you don’t get the hell off me...,” a gruff voice threatened quietly. A tall warrior with spiky hair looked down at a smaller man with an abashed look. “I apologize, Ouji-sama,” he mumbled and hastily stood, looking at his feet as the Saiyajin no Ouji rose to his feet. “What in the name of Vejiita-sei were you doing running around the ship like a hunted female?” the angry Saiyajin demanded with a snarl. “Again I apologize, Ouji-sama. I was looking for my mate, Sire,” he explained still looking down, a faint blush on his face. The shorter Saiyajin glared up at the warrior, his angular black eyes sparkling with fury. His ran a hand through his stiff black hair that seemed to defy gravity. “Why, third-class, were you looking for your mate like your tail was on fire?” “She’s with child, Sire,” he began embarrassed. “I couldn’t find her and I was worried something happened to her.” Vejiita scowled. “You disgust me, Kakarotto. Your caring and concern for this weak female is a weakness. You should be more worried about the brat she is carrying, not a worthless mate.” Kakarotto kept his gaze on the ground, but his jaw clenched angrily. “I cannot help it, Sire. She is my mate and I cannot find another one. There aren’t enough Saiyajin left now that our planet has been destroyed.” The dark prince snorted. “At least your weakness stops at caring for the female. If you would have bonded her, I would have to remove you from your command, which is lenient compared to when Vejiita-sei still existed. For bonding you would have been executed, Kakarotto. You’re lucky you have to search for the female, baka.” “Yes, Sire,” Kakarotto said softly. “Do you know why bonding is intolerable, third-class?” Vejiita watched the Saiyajin struggle to control his anger. Weakling. Might as well teach him a lesson. “No, Sire.” “It is a great weakness to have your soul connected to another. Do you understand what bonding even is, idiot?” Kakarotto shook his head, silently pleading for some intervention. He knew the Prince hated emotions. Why did I have to run over the Prince and not someone else? “It is one thing to take a mate, third-class. When one tires of her, she can be killed and you find another. Females are only good for three things, Kakarotto. One, to bear brats; two, rear the brats until the males are sent away; and three, to relieve hormones. That’s it. You mark your mate by biting her and no other male can come near her. Kill her when she’s no longer needed to raise the brats or when you tire of fucking her. That’s it.” Vejiita looked at the uncomfortable Saiyajin scornfully. “If you would have bonded the female, that’s another matter. Bonding is the worst form of emotion among the Saiyajin and it is also our biggest weakness. That is why we execute the bonded pair, baka. When a warrior bonds, he suddenly has his life tied to one little weak female. If she is injured, he feels her pain. If she gets angry, he feels that also. A mated pair feels each other’s emotions and pain. Can speak into each other’s mind. If one dies, the other dies. Now can you imagine the problem with that?” Kakarotto sighed irritably. “The male could be made weak if his bonded mate were to be taken hostage. Females are weaker than the males and if one of our enemies wished to kill the male, all they would have to do would be to kill the female.” “Very good, Kakarotto. Now, there is one other little problem with bonded pairs. They share emotions for each other. A male has been known to die to save his bonded mate. Because of some weak emotion. Females are weak and worthless, Kakarotto. It is not worth the male’s life. We kill bonded mates to purge our glorious race of that weakness. If they had a brat, that child was also killed as to not pollute the rest of our race. Understand, third-class?” Kakarotto nodded. “Good. Now find your mate and try to grow out of these weak emotions for her,” Vejiita ordered, brushing past the Saiyajin, continuing his way to his quarters. It was too late in the evening to have to reprimand his warriors and yet the fools continued to fall prey to weak emotions or stupidity. What happened to the glory that was once Saiyajin? ~~~~~~~~~~ Buruma sighed as she stared at herself in the floor-length mirror. Her aqua blue dress flowed down her body, hugging her slender body, emphasizing each and every curve. Her cerulean hair trailed down her back, lose and free. She glared at the small silver tiara on her head. She hated that revolting sign of her station. Damn thing made her look like a freaking doll to be played with, a prize to be won. Satisfied with her appearance, Buruma walked out of her chambers. Nodding politely to the guards, she made her way to the throne room apprehensively. She was being forced to meet some baron her otousan thought highly of. She snorted. 'Probably some stupid, sniveling baka.' Buruma paused outside the large ornamental doors and waited patiently while the attendants opened the doors for her. She walked down the room, her small heels clicking loudly in the quiet room. She looked at her otousan, who stood at the end of the room, smiling at her. A dark-haired man stood in front of the throne watching her walk towards them. He wore a simple black gi, which served to enhance his musculature. He was handsome, she supposed, in that scared warrior type of way. His eyes bothered her though, always moving. He was staring at her with an almost leer on his face and it bothered her. She reached the throne and curtsied politely to her father and the man. “Hello, Otousan, Sir,” she began softly in her melodic voice. “Ah, Buruma, this is Yamucha, Baron of Asbury,” her otousan said, introducing the man. Yamucha walked over and took her hand, bowing over it and placing a delicate kiss on it. Buruma shivered. She did not like him. “Yamucha, how nice to meet you,” she murmured politely. “Dear, Yamucha has come seeking your hand,” her otousan told her pointedly. “I see,” she said softly. She smiled politely and turned towards her otousan. “Why don’t you show Yamucha around the Palace and get to know each other?” Buruma hid her distaste and smiled at her otousan blandly. “Yes, Otousan,” she said and nodded at Yamucha to follow her. “If you want to follow me, Yamucha, I’ll show you the gardens first.” “Of course, Princess,” he said, his voice grating on her. He offered her his arm and she led him out of the room. Once they had left her otousan, Yamucha turned towards her. “Look, I’m not looking forward to marriage, either, Princess. My otousan has pressed the issue and he is an acquaintance of yours and here I am. I just want us to be friends,” he explained honestly. Buruma smiled. “Thank you, Yamucha. I appreciate that.” He smiled warmly at her. “Well, Princess, shall we see the gardens?” ~~~~~~~~~~ “Sire, we are approaching Arlia,” a young Saiyajin warrior said. Vejiita grunted and motioned the guard to leave. He needed to figure out a way to get stronger. He must defeat Furiza and claim his heritage. He must become the Legendary and defeat the monster that destroyed his planet, his otousama, and his entire race. Only twenty-three Saiyajin remained. Vejiita knew he needed all the Saiyajin he could find, as much as he despised depending on others. He had been traveling the galaxy searching for the rest of the Saiyajin who survived Vejiita-sei’s destruction. And only one more remained. On Chikyuu-sei. One last Saiyajin and his pathetic army would be complete. Twenty-three warriors left of the glorious empire his otousama had ruled. Vejiita growled and walked off the bridge angrily. The crew, used to his moody nature by now, paid him no mind. He walked towards his quarters. A pit stop on Arlia, demand their support or kill them if they refuse. Then, on to the weak planet the last Saiyajin was sent to as an infant. He rounded a corner, not noticing the other fighters stepping out of his way. No one wanted to mess with an angry Vejiita no Ouji. He knew it was only a matter of time before he achieved his birthright, but patience was never one of his strengths. He must have that power, Furiza’s army was growing, the monster’s strength was growing even as his own did. If he did not achieve Supersaiyajin soon, his people were doomed. His entire race would be extinct. Hell, only five females remained of the Saiyajin population. His race was already destroyed, only they didn’t know it yet. How fucking pathetic. Only five worthless females. Their brats would be too inbred to do any good. Too bad we are so territorial. I’d order the females shared to keep the blood as strong as possible. The Saiyajin might have to resort to breeding with alien females. Vejiita shuddered. Disgusting. How our great race has been downgraded to this. He clenched his fists. To top it off, he should mate. He knew he should produce an heir as quickly as possible so the royal line would not disappear. He could order one of the females to him and his men would be too fearful to argue even if they wanted to. He wanted his warriors to fear him not seek revenge, so that was no option. Besides, not one of those worthless females was worthy. He knew his race was doomed. Might as well go down with a bang. I am the last of the Vejiita line. I am the last. My death is inevitable as well as Vejiita-sei’s legacy. I will kill Furiza and die doing it. The Saiyajin will be no more. And I don’t want to watch my people drift into the seas of space. I will die defeating Furiza. I don’t need a female. I don’t need anything more than revenge. |