Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ai no Kakarotto ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Ai no Kakarotto

Prologue:

Vegeta-sei; a place where freedom and dominance does not come cheap… not by any means

Its is a place where society and classes meant everything.

A place where it does not matter whether you are strong or not, only where, and how you were born

A place where you must know where you belong, never question it, never challenge it… not unless you wish to die.

Things have always been the same, ever since the Legendary bound it that way, one thousand years ago.

It has work, and as long as everyone follows the rules it will continue to work. It is simple really…the classes that is.

Third class: lower than dirt, with no rights, no voice, no opinion. Their only duty, if they are lucky that is, is to serve those above them… and that is everyone. They are used for hard labor, to build the cities in which the others live in. They themselves live where no one else would ever venture… not even rats; slums filled with disease, poverty, frustration… desperation.

How one became a third class you ask? The answer is simple, if you are born without a tail you have no right to live, thus become a third class.

Second class: the ones who can open shops, the ones who can get an education… up to certain degree of course. They can deal with the upper classes, and are allowed speak, but never look their betters in the eyes. They are the ones who can get an identity and a place on Vegeta-sei, though a small one, a place nonetheless. They are used by the upper classes as pleasure pets; toys to be done with whatever their masters desire. Most second class are satisfied with this position; it means a certain degree of tranquility… certainly more commodities than if they were forced to work alongside the third class vermin or be terrorized by the Elites. They are cursed with nothing but a stump in place of a tail, thus deeming them second-class.

First class: the average citizens of Vegeta-sei. Most of them hold jobs, none that would require physical strength of course… that is reserved for the second class. Those in the First Class walk among the rest holding their heads high. They could hold somewhat important places in society, just as long as they know how high to climb, as long as greediness and ambition don't cloud their judgment.

The majority of Vegeta-sei's population holds this class; they can own no pleasure pets and can only reproduced when told. All the very few females born to this class are removed and kept by the Elites, for their own enjoyment, reproduction, cruelty and for "Them"… The Royal family. Their tails are short, above the knee or shorter, often too short to even wrap around their waist

Elites: the ones in power, the ones who rule above all other classes, the sentinels, the ones who can come to your house in the middle of the night, take your children, kill them right before your eyes without explanation, without reproach. They are the ones who choose the pets from the shopkeepers, and everything in between… the ones who decide who cleans gutters and who goes to school. They are the ones who kill third classes in sight, never asking questions, never requiring answers.

The ones who rule the second and first classes… and if given enough reason could kill them as well. There is no one above the Elites, other than the Royal family. Elites are the only ones who could ever set eyes on Royalty… and even with all their power and strength they fear them. Their tails are below knee level and lighter in color.

The Royal Family: the few, the proud. They have no rivals, no enemies; no one dares to cross their path. Others rarely set eyes on them… only a hand full of Elites has ever had that privilege. They breed among themselves to keep the blood pure, it is said they all carry the gene… the Super Saiyan gene. Their power cannot be contested, questioned, or challenged. They rule all and everyone. They have no law and they can do as they wish with whomever they wish.

They are cruel and cold-blooded; rumor has it they have no heart, no feelings; that in order to carry the gene that is the price they must pay. It is only a legend, superstition if you will, but it resounds so true in every way.

The King bred sons with the strongest of the females from the royal keep. Ten sons, but only the strongest one is kept alive. The others, as strong as they might grow up to be, can not be allowed to live, for there can be only one prince. Their tails are long and furry, many at times as long as they are tall and very light in color, almost golden.

Things have always been the same. Ever since him… the Legendary bound them that way, one thousand years ago.

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A/N I hope you liked the prologue; this is an explanation of the classes and have a lot to do with the story ahead. Narrated by Kakarotto as it will be most of the fic

Next chapter "Encounter" Vegeta, Prince and strongest Saiyan alive finds himself in a bind. He must decide whether tradition outweighs desire...What will he do?... will he kill the one threatening his existence, or will he succumb to the charms of the nameless boy who fell from the sky to taunt him...read on and find out^^