Purple Saga: Prologue

Purple Saga

By Elite_Saiya-jin_Jenny

Author’s Note: I haven’t written in a LONG time, I know. But I haven’t really been into it lately. Just now, in fact, the very rare urge to write struck! Very cool. Anyway, this is my rendition of my muse Vegeta’s past. WARNINGS: Gore, Rape, YAOI, maybe lemon if I feel like it, and just plain disturbing stuff. You don’t like it?? Oh…that’s too bad…THEN LEAVE!! See ya! Anyway, for all you non-pussies, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragonball Z or any of Akira Toriyama’s…stuff, as much as I’d like to. This is only a FANfic, note FAN! I won’t say any more of this, so you’d just better keep your lawyer tendencies to yourself or to actual criminals and whatever.

-Prologue-

King Vegeta stood in his courtyard, admiring all of the elaborate shrubs and the fanciful ways in which they were cut. Of course, there would never be anything that was classified “pretty” or “cute” in the royal family’s courtyard. There were only creatures that could be found on Vegeta-sei. Such were the mysterious kribt, a small, furry animal commonly known as the most vicious killer in the forest, East of where the King now stood. There also was the Durapsen, a lizard-like creature that walked on its hind legs and was most commonly seen standing at a breath-taking six feet. But in the courtyard, there was also the royal emblem, seen every twenty feet or so. Accompanied with the shrubs were also statues of leaders, other kings, and important people of the ruby red planet. To the King’s left, standing in the middle of the courtyard, was a statue of himself in his familiar proud stance. A few feet behind the tall effigy was a likeness of the Queen, Tomoya, in her feminine grace.

The King stood, hands clasped behind his back nervously. And nobody would have known it were a nervous gesture other than his raven-haired Queen, whom was currently in the hospital wing of the castle for reasons deemed the King’s fault. He smiled to himself, thinking of such an occasion that had added up to sending his royal beauty to care. His thoughts were interrupted however, as a servant of the castle ran up behind him, in a most jittery panic. The servant put his right fist to his chest, and knelt down onto his knee, still shaking.

“Sir! It’s happened! He’s here!!” he almost shouted at the King’s back.

King Vegeta turned around and smiled, letting his arms fall to his side, “And the Queen?”

“She’s fine, sir! But she demands you go up to the hospital wing immediately!!” He stood, finishing his respects to the King and ran back to the giant double doors and disappeared.

The King grunted annoyingly and strode toward the doors to the castle, shaking his head.

“Only the Queen would actually demand something of me! Arrogant wench!” He smiled and quickly scaled an enormous staircase leading to the west side of the castle, deep crimson drapes hung up every few feet or so, with golden lining, and the royal crest embed in the center of each one.

He finished the steps and walked down a long hall, where at the end stood a gigantic figure in front of the door, much like a guard. The giant had a small tuft of black hair on the top of his mostly-bald head, unkempt. He saw the King approach him quickly, no signs of stopping, and stepped aside and foolishly put his fist to his chest, and smiled in admiration.

“Congratulations, Sir!” he spoke most eagerly.

King Vegeta grunted in response and opened the door slightly. He looked back to he man on knee and motioned him up, “Come in, Nappa. I have a special job for you.”

Nappa raised his eyebrows and followed, a smirk laden upon his blunt features. They both entered the white and blue room, a band of nurses surrounding a single, wide, white bed, chattering excitedly. They moved aside quickly, seeing the King coming toward them, leaving a straight line between the King and his Queen laying in bed with her arms held tightly across her chest.

She smirked at him and turned her head upward in a snooty fashion and looked at the King with one eye, “What took his royal pain so long? Couldn’t even stop admiring himself in the mirror long enough to arrive at such an occasion?”

The King scowled at Tomoya and crossed his arms in a similar way, “I was actually contemplating the benefits of this actually killing you, royal bitch.” They met eyes for a minute or so, both smiling at one another, until a doctor holding a bunch of blankets opened a door to the right of the room and walked toward the King, a happy smile stretching across his old face.

He stopped a few feet short of the King and bowed his head quickly, then looked back up at him lifting his bunch slightly, “Your majesty, this is your son.”

The King quickly, yet gently took the baby from the old man’s hands and looked into the child’s wide black eyes. He narrowed his own, observing the baby up and down. The child stared back up at him curiously, observing him also.

Finishing his observations, he walked over to Queen Tomoya and handed the baby to her. She reached out and took him, cradling him gently and smiling down at him, “His name will be Vegeta,” she spoke without even glancing at her husband, “I presume?”

The King smirked at her and nodded vigorously, “It wouldn’t be my son without my name.” He crossed his arms and smirked proudly at his new son, Vegeta.

((Next chapter coming soon. I PROMISE.))