Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Prism ❯ One ( Chapter 2 )

Saga One, Chapter One: The Good and Bad News

Imagine a saiyans prince's dreams. What would they hold? Darkness? Unaccomplishable desires? Maybe taunting figures from his past? Try to get Vegeta to tell you what his dreams hold, you're likely to get a cold shoulder. Over the twenty years of marriage between Vegeta and Bulma, he has divulged his soul with her, however one dark part remains. A part of his past that remains unexpressed, untold, and unknown to all but his subconscious after years of repression.

Perhaps this repression is well earned, but as we all know, the past can come back to haunt you.

I bring you now to San Francisco, California, home of 49er's football and a flourishing journalism field feeding on this frenzy. Good journalists are hard to find and some like to say that the magazine dubbed "Beyond the Game" has the best crew around. However, that crew is about to get a little smaller.

An office meeting room; a young woman with blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders stands before a small crowd of unprofessional-looking journalists and photographers. She is addressing the group with a smile. This is Cindi Markus.

"Well, I'm sure we're all terribly sad to see Pierce go. Without his guidance, this magazine would never have gotten off the ground! Pierce, would you like to say something?" She steps aside and gestures to an aging man with gray highlights in his brown hair. He smiles as she takes a seat.

"Thank you, Cindi. Yes, I'm retiring from Senior Editor here and thank you all for coming to celebrate this. After this party, I'm going to take a nap like old folks do, and then my wife and I are going on a cruise to Bermuda. But, as you're all really here for my promotions, let's get to it, shall we?" A round of politely guilty-sounding laughter relieved a bit of the tension in the room. "Yes, let's get this show on the road. The new Japanese edition of "Beyond the Game" has been established, but we need a few good people to go and man the business. Senior Journalist there will be Mark Julian. Senior Photographer, that's Saichen." With a wink to a young girl sitting near the back of the room, a few heads turned to see the girl blush a bit. He pressed on, announcing a few more names before coming to the grand announcement. "And of course, the new senior editor here, taking my place, is Cindi Markus. Congratulations, Cindi."

It was just a normal day, really, and to Saichen Shoran, that day just kept getting better and better. She couldn't wait to tell her mom about her big promotion and moving to Japan and everything. She was tall, almost six feet tall. She had shoulder-length black hair that often refused to stay down. With gray eyes and a toned body to boot, she was often an object o many of the sports figures she was shooting. She was a sports photographer living above a Japanese restaurant with her cat, Neko. She had always had a fascination with Japanese culture and this was the biggest thing that could have happened to her in a long time. Of course, she'd been to Japan before, many times. After all, she was the wealthiest girl in all of the United States.

Her father had started this tiny gym when he had first moved out of his grandparent's house, so the story goes. The gym was such a big hit; he had decided to begin a franchise. By the time she was born, he had established himself among the top 25% of the businesses in America. Now, as she rounded the age of 20, he was number one. There remained only one family in the world richer than they were, The Briefs family of Capsule Corp. Int.

With a sigh, Saichen hopped up on the trolley headed uptown. Off to the hospital, as her daily routine was. Her mother, Hiromi, had been diagnosed with a terminal heart virus that there was no cure for yet. As she road on the back of the trolley, her cell phone rang, playing a tune from her favorite song. With a happy greeting to the party on the other end, her mood quickly changed.

"What? Daddy, slow down. Yes, I'm on the trolley now. Dead? Oh God." It was too late. Her mother was dead. Soon, the press would be flooded with news of her death, maybe shaking the economy a bit. With a controlled look, she continued on her way to the hospital, hiding her emotions, hoping to not tip off her fellow passengers. Inside, she was sobbing horribly and the long trip to the hospital seemed to stretch longer than before.

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A/N: Thanks to all of you who read this, I hope you will review for me and give me some fuel for this fire, because I really want to write this, but I have no real motivation to do so. So please review and tell me what you think.