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Taw Shi Chapter One By chibi_vegeta A/N: Been a while since I did a songfic...feels kinda nice...I tried to find a link to this song, I really wish you could all hear it...Ofra Haza is known in the middle east as a pop icon, she died ealier this year...I'm sure she'd be embarassed and pissed off to see her work used in such a context but hey I'm a hentai and this is my own perverted little tribute...lyrics will be posted at the end so as to give nothing away... This is seriously A/U...Vegeta-sei lives, Vegeta and Kakarrot are about the same ages as when they first met in the anime...read on to find out what other little plot complications arise...I assure you I'm not any more aware of them beforehand than you are yourself...heheh... -------- "Well?" King Vegeta stared down the length of the council table at the sweating and twitching archivist, his brows knit in a furious frown. "M-majesty…I...uh…a p-possible solution has been discovered…" The clerk shuffled his feet as well as a small stack of weathered parchment. "But I am not sure you will be pleased…" The Ou blinked at the man, waiting, finally resorting to slamming his fist on the well-polished wooden surface. "Spit it out damn you!" He scowled threateningly at the now cowering scribe. It was apparently too much for the wizened one to bear, who was reduced to strangled gasps for breath as he gazed in terror at his king. "T-Taw Shi…" he squeaked. Vegeta no Ou froze, disbelieving the words, his own voice deceptively calm and quiet. "What...did you say?" The archivist bowed madly and whimpered in fear, "Taw Shi…" The sovereign sat back heavily in his chair, folding his arms and scowling thoughtfully. It was harsh, ancient, something not enacted for a thousand years. It was the soul of Saiya-jin tradition. *** "I will not Father!" The saiya-jin no ouji scowled at the king, stalking away across the room, "There is no need! You are still in your prime…" Ou Vegeta snorted and smirked at his son, seeing through the tactic. "Don't think to flatter me boy, I may be in my prime, yet that means nothing in the face of war…" Vegeta sneered toward the imposing King, "As if any would dare…" The Ou couldn't help the smile of pride that tilted his lips at his son's brash words, he knew the loyalty and devotion his son carried for him, bordering on hero worship, ~But even heroes can fall…~ "Vegeta…" He sighed as he studied the tensed ouji, the young saiya-jin's tail was tightly wrapped around his waist, a little too tightly. Despite the air of barely restrained fury his son wore, King Vegeta could see through it, could see the fear and denial buried beneath. "Son…" His voice sounded low and urgent across the space between them. "I know what it is you've sought…I understand…" He sighed. "But a mating like your mother and I had…" The Ou's black eyes were reflected back at him from his son's face, hair and features so like his own, still his form was that of his mother's; slender and almost delicate, but strong, graceful and fast. The ouji was something to be contended with. He stepped close to his son and gripped his shoulders, squeezing lightly, "Danji…" The child's nickname came to him unconsciously, "What she and I had, it is a rare thing…" The love he'd had, still had, for his Empress was legendary among their people. Satsu was a blossom on the bow of a high-ranking family, she was seen as being a rare prize among those who sought to ally their own lines with power. It was expected that she would have many offers to the hunt and would have her pick and choice among suitors. She'd shocked their society down to the very foundations when she had announced that she would accept none of them. Satsu had instead appeared at the next Imperial Court and thrown down the gauntlet to the then Ouji, outrageously challenging him to the hunt. There were more than a few snickers among those assembled, the fact that she was female was not the issue, the technology of the gene banks had made gender a moot point; male or female it made no difference to the choice of mates, only the strong prevailed now. But the appearance of the delicate flower, the seemingly frail beauty of her, she didn't stand a chance. She'd smirked then, at those who mocked her, arching a brow at the old Ou and baring her teeth. Vegeta had been so impressed with her fearlessness that he had stopped the advancing guards and accepted her challenge. Despite an honest and earnest attempt on his part, a long and bloody hunt had ensued, she had won. And had won more than her right to him as mate and future empress, she had won his heart. Satsu became his life, and he hers. It had torn his soul asunder when she'd died providing him his heir. His gaze returned to focus on his son, her executioner. He had never blamed the boy, now a fit and powerful young saiya-jin warrior, though he knew the prince blamed himself. But despite his love for the ouji, his compassion, he knew his duty. It was time for young Vegeta to learn as well. "If you will not choose for yourself then a choice will be made for you…" The ouji's eyes widened at the outrage, "You can't force a mate on me Father!" Ou Vegeta's gaze sharpened, pinning his son in place, his voice almost threatening. "No I can't…I can't…" He smirked and turned to sweep out of the room, leaving his confused and now apprehensive son to stare after him. *** Three days later… "Again…" Ou Vegeta leaned back in his chair and listened as the archivist explained for the hundredth time. "Taw Shi is performed only at the dark of the moon, when Oozaru is banished and ki powers are at their weakest…" The scribe looked worn and battered, a light sheen of sweat gleaming on his features. "This allows all to attempt to make a claim, only training and pure strength can prevail, leaving it a contest of Elites..." The King nodded, mulling over the details as they were again recited. "You are dismissed…" He flashed a grin at the rumpled old man, "Take your choice among the scrolls in the imperial library…" The archivist's jaw dropped and his eyes actually began to glisten with joy as he heard the proclamation, stuttering thanks and bowing as if he'd broken in two. The Ou rolled his eyes at the terrified and awestruck scholar and groaned. "Just go…" He waved a hand and the old man skittered out like a frightened ground rodent. Vegeta turned to his council and waited. "It is six months until the full dark of the Moon your Majesty…" began one. "We shall have the fine points arranged well beforehand…" finished another. "Be sure you do…" Vegeta no Ou nodded and stood, turning to sweep from the room in search of his son. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 2 |