Hey its me again! Gohanzgirl hey well this is my second fic i am
working on aside from The end and the beginning and well this is for
all you readers out there What ever fic gets the most "we wants more" of
i will work on, k if both get some good reviews i will try to work on both
(and more fics) well tell me if you like, dislike, and even pointers on
how its "done" and if i got any spelling errors Hope you like and i have a
couple more fics id like to see if people like hehe
well Any hew i should stop blabbering on and on like this
enjoy...

~~~~WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT~~~~
PROLOUGE

A lone siloheett stands in the corner of a luxurys room.
the darkness of the shadows played against his features. Broad
shoulders heald a head with hair like black fire. His eyes shined
through the darkness like a preditor coal black which held the world at
ransome, they held secrets for witch no one could pry from him. His
stance, one of royalty never to bow down to any one, arms crossed in
an annoyed manner which would scare most away. A strong chest
sheilded by heavy armer though the weght to him was nothing. A blue cape
surrounded his back and filed to the floor. Spandex pants served as for
better combat movement, his tail gripped around his waist.
His posture never wavering as he observed the room around him.

His proud nature would not allow him to converse, he felt no need
why talk when his heart yearend only to fight. Yes he has a heart.
his strong pride within him will not allow him to see and understand it.
He sees his feelings of contriversy in himself as an emotion an emotion
he has been bred to feel is a weekness, and for him there are no
weekneses. His paitents is running thin, a problem his mentors had tried
to pay special attention to but he never developed much of it. The movement
of the people around him was boring to him, his father had planned this
to celebrate but to the young sayijen this was worse than that of his
trainers constent ramblings. he never shows how he feels
to any one except anger and that is one of the only emotion he allowes
himself. He could never show any kind of weakness, never he has his pride
and his pride would never let him show any thing any way. His face darkend
as a smirk grew to his lips. He was after all The Prince of Vejettasei.

His name as well sparked fear into the heart around him. Vejeta stood brooding
on how he would get his father back for making him stand around here with these
"people" why he should just blow the whole place up to get back at his arrogent
son of a bich father for even implying that the prince should converse with
these things that were of wich to him, not even worth the air that they breath.
The young prince sighed innwordly his stance never wavoring he could not kill these
"people" though the thought of it brought the smirk back to his face Freeza would
never allow it and the prince new better than to go against Freezas wishes but if
it only been his fathers wishes these "people" would have been dead since the beginnig.
Yet it had been Freezas wishes and he of all people knew that he wasnot strong enough to
defeat the almighty Freeza and his henchmen. So in the end the young saijen prince kept
in his corner away from the mingling crowd waiting for the stupid function to be done
and over with.

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