Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven's Gift To Me ❯ Through A Child's Eye ( Chapter 8 )
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By: SSJ420 
King Vegeta gets his first real look of where his son landed.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Martial Arts / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.21.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
King Vegeta gets his first real look of where his son landed.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Martial Arts / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.21.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
The Adventures of SSJ4.20
Heaven's Gift to Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).
(A/N: I shall be giving King Vegeta's POV in this too.)
(A/N: This shall not have the {so called} tear jerker scene. But it is an eye opener. :þ)
Katie: thanks again for your review, they help me carry on.
Setting: Earth & Planet Vegeta| Time: Present (A/N: Haakon is now five years of age.)
Through A Child's Eye's
********* Reginleif *********
Haakon was out in the goat yard with me helping me clear out the goats
droppings and uneaten hay. I shoveled a good wheelbarrow full and he would
take it out. I had made him promise not to fly out of the yard as it would
startle the goats. He'd do as I say alright, till he got OUT of the goat
yard and then flew. *Sigh* there should be a rule that if a child can fly so
should his mother. Maybe soon enough however as I was making great progress
with making better, stronger Ki balls and Master Chuin thought it was a good
time to start practiceing to fly. Freya too had learned to manifest her ki
as well and was only slightly behind me in skill. I looked up as I heard
Kirkjbur yelling loudly at Haakon about not flying. Our compound was close
enough to the high way that there was a slight chance that Haakon would be
spotted flying if he did it all the time. A few moments later I saw a
disgruntled Haakon coming back around to the goat yard coming back in for the
next load. "You know hun I do appreciate the help your giving me and all."
"But why don't you go play with Thunder or Krillan." I said to him. I knew
he loved playing with his dog he named Krillan he got for his birthday last
year or with his goat. I felt a bit guilty that he was spending his time
helping me with chores than having fun being a child. He looked up at me
with his strange obsidian eyes, his brow furrowed a little. "But Mamma I
LIKE helping you, it's more fun than playing and I don't feel like sparing
right now." He replied. I smiled and shook my head, then returned to my
task. He certainly wasn't lazy and I had to admit he made my job a lot
easier. Once we were through and put up the tools I looked down at Haakon.
"Hey kiddo let's go shower and get ready for class." I said
"ALLLLRIIIGHHTT!" He shouted happily and raced ahead to gather the items so
we could shower. I went and waited for him by our simple yet servicable
shower. It was the best we could do for now. Maybe this winter Kirkjbur
would be able to make that indoor bath and shower room we've been dreamin of
for years. Haakon quickly came out with the scrubber some liquid soap and
the towel. In no time at all I had him cleaned and sent him off back to the
trailer with the towel. I'd use it myself when I was done and went back to
the trailer. For now with a big sigh I took a very cold shower...how I
longed for a hot one some day.
********* King Vegeta *********
"Every thing checks out fine your Majesty." "You may dress when you wish."
Said the medical technician as he closed his scanner and left. I nodded,
reach for the fresh clothes my cousin Cumba had brought for me. "Cousin I
must object this time." "I understand you must extend a little further each
time." "But really, straining till blood vessles in your head rupture...
that's too reckless." He said heatedly as I dressed. "You are a King,
responsible for this and several other worlds I might add." I just glanced
at him to let him know I had heard him. He made a growling sound in his
throat at my lack of reaction. "AND...If you DO kill yourself doing this then
Arteesia will have exactly what she wanted from the begining...THE
THRONE!!!" He added for emphasis. I had finished dressing and glared hard at
him locking eyes till he dropped his eyes in submission. "I am NOT trying to
kill myself in any way,I am strong enough to survive a little hemorrageing."
I snapped. "AND I assure you Arteesia will get nothing but a one way trip to
oblivion." I added. It was true that I had over extended myself dangerously.
But I was sooo close to being able to see through my son's eyes clearly. I
wanted to see this world he was being reared on, the family that was caring
for him, and the what the dwelling they resided in was like. Not to mention
my primary goal to see the star patterns of his foster world. I had spent
the last part of yesterday evening till sunset today in the regeneration
tank. I planned to try again tonight after I had a good meal in me. It was
still the deep of winter, the time of blizzards. No ships came or left this
world for two months out of a year as my world became as a frozen waste land.
This gave me ample opportunity to keep strengthening my skills both body and
mind. "DAMIT VEGETA! Your the strongest Saiyajin their is no despute about
that, but even a Saiyajin as mighty as you can die from the smallest
aneurism." He contiuned heatedly. "It was just shear luck that Nappa found
you trying to stumble your way to sick bay." "Then had to carry you the rest
of the way since you passed out when he reached you." He argued argily. I
returned his angery glare calmly, considering all he had said. From no other
Saiyajin would I take such speaking. I was his King as well as his younger
cousin. He had been with me...took care of me practically since I was born.
He even, to a great extent, raised me though only five years seperate us. I
had looked to him for so long for guidence that it was no wonder he was my
second in command, best tactician, and chief adviser. He had the cool head I
was the quick thinking warrior, we balanced each other out. I knew he was
speaking to me in such a way because he cared for me so. ^Little Father
forgive me for the fright.^ ^But this is too important to me.^ I sent.
^Vegeta I know you want to find your son more than anything, but not at the
risk of yourself.^ ^Right now your all the hope he has of ever getting
home...and I WANT my little cousin home too.^ He replied. I nodded as we
walked out side by side. I told the closest guard to me to have the servants
bring my meal to my chamber immediatly. Bowing he left swiftly to do my
bidding. Silently we walked back to my chamber. Once inside I turned and
faced him. ^I'm going to try again after I eat and wash.^ I informed him.
His face paled slightly. ^COUSIN...are you so eager to go back to the tank?^
He asked. I merely shook my head in answer. He gave me a look so close to
parental concern I smiled to myself. I was nearly 60 years of age, so near
the begining of my prime and here he was looking at me as if I was 18 again
and preparing to meet the 10 Oozaru's in the ring of fire. I did the same
thing I had done that day. I allowed him to embrace me. He always held me
as if sheilding me from harm as he had done when I was much younger. It was
reassuring to know I had so loyal a cousin. as I was loyal to him. I finally
made him let go which he did reluctantly. Soon my food arrived and I bid my
'Little Father' good night with the promise that if I were in danger to
^call^ for him.
As soon as I finished my meal and took a good relaxing bath I began to
prepare to reach out to the mind of my son once again. It didn't take much
any more since I was so practiced at it. As I made contact I immediately
became aware of his mind and what he was hearing and feeling. He was in a
amiable mood doing something he didn't mind doing. Then what truly made what
happened last night all worth while was when I realized I could now see
clearly through his eyes. Though my efforts gave me great satisfaction, my
first sight did not as I distinctly saw him hovering over a dung heap while
dumping yet more dung on top. The prince of all Saiyajins conveying animal
waste...what outrage. He then heard the voice of the one I figured was his
foster father. As he turned to face him I was able to see the man who owned
the voice. I was surprised at his apperance. His eyes were pale blue as the
sky of the world my son was on. His beard and mustashe was silver and white.
Though he had a fairly strong build for his age his belly protuded noticbly
before him as if pregnant with child. It was very apparent that the humanoid
species of this world was just a short lived as Chikyuu (A/N: In my A/U's
Earth and Chikyuu are two seperate places, gives me more to play with. ;D)
humanoids and that this male was nearing the end of his life span. Was the
woman who cared for my son old as well? I then took note of the property my
son resided on. It was worse than the poorest of my people on my world. The
poorest of third class here would be among the richest of Chikyuu. This was
most disturbing that my son should live in such a mean state. I was totally
disgusted by the worse than poor conditions my son lived in. The old male
was speaking to him in a reprimanding tone. For what reason I could not
ascertain. Though he didn't like it the boy merely touched back down on the
grownd and pushed the mono-wheeled conveyer before him. He seemed small for
his age, perhaps due to the malnutritian his first days of life. Hopefully
it was not from mistreatment by these less than peasant folk. As he came
around a fenced area I noticed the variety of animals inside the fenced area.
I figured they were there for the convenience of haveing a ready source of
food. Soon he was in the enclosure itself and I saw him approch a woman. I
stealed myself, ready for most anything. All I could truely make out of her
at the moment was her long dark blond hair held back behind her head by a
thong of a sort(pony tail). As she turned I could scarcely believe what I
was veiwing. No this was no OLD woman. A mature female to be sure,
deliciously mature. Her sunkissed skin shimmered with sweat from her labours
while strange alluring eyes of misty grey regaurded my son with motherly
concern. She was well porportioned with generous breasts that preceeded the
curve of her waist as that spread to wide hips and full round tight rear.
This was easy to see as she was clad only in a pair of very short dark blue
pants and a black sleevless low cut shirt. As she spoke to him with her low
alluring voice I noted the jewely that adorned her noble, elegant face.
Royal blue stones dotted these areas, sparkling, dancing. I found it most
intrigueing and I had to admit, VERY attractive. I could not understand how
the old male I saw could have attracted and gotten one such as she to mate
him. As he answered her I took notice of all the skin paintings on her
person. Most noticeable was a dragon that looked similar to my own house
symbol. Only this one was tamer in appearance with strange glyphs guarded
within the dragon's coils. I found this extreamly intrigueing as well. She
sighed and shook her head at him while smileing with a hint of pride. This
pleased me to see this. He made one more trip before it seemed they were
through. She then said something to him that made him very happy and excited
he then dashed a head of her, flew over a gate way into yet another
enclosure. This seemed to be the main one with living quarters. Again so
highly inadiquate I will be glad when he is home and being properly cared
for. He was already inside the small dwelling he apperantly shared not only
with his 'mother' but apparently he had a big sister. I smiled as they
glared at each other like most siblings do when they are young. She looked
very much like her mother but with her father's eye colour. Her honey blond
hair was croped rather short giving her an almost boyish apperance. She was
a large well grown she-brat, very lovely. He went to the back area where he
quickly picked out a bottle of liquid, a strage ball, and what appeared to be
a towel. a moment later he was outside going over to where the little female
waited by a cubical that was open air that had a hose hung over the top. He
gave her the items then quickly disrobed. It quickly became apparent that
the meager set up was a shower of a sort. She used the strange ball to
squeeze the liquid onto before using it to lather and clean him. Once he was
clean she wraped the towel around him and sent him inside. He dried quickly
then changed into a white baggy outfit, then tied a black belt about his
waist. He then hopped on to a large chair and waited. His 'mother' entered
a moment later...completely naked. She retrieved the towel she'd given him
and began drying herself while disappearing out of my son's sight to go to
the back area he'd just been in. I actually found myself wishing he would
have followed her back there, but glad he did not. Soon she too was dressed
and they left in a vehicle of a sort arriving some time later at a building.
Shortly after they went inside it was easy to see that this is where she took
him to train. Another old male approached them, I was astonished to learn
that this 'old male' was indeed my son's teacher. I was soon impressed at
the caliber of teacher his 'mother' was able to attain. From what I saw of
how meager they lived it must have cost her much to provide him with such a
teacher. I lost contact momentarily as he went into his meditation routine.
I took that opportunity to recuperate a bit. At the time he usually
completed his meditation I went and checked to see if he was indeed through,
which he was. It was then when he stepped out onto the sparring room floor
that was surrounded by mirrors that I saw for the first time what my son
looked like. I felt a warmth sweep through me as I viewed him. He looked
so similar to myself when I was a brat except that he had his dame's hair
colouring. I was ever proud of him even more so as I saw his performance in
class. It was obvious that he was far suprior to all his other class mates
it was almost laughable. When they left I saw that it was starting to turn
into night there. Excellent! now hopfully he would look long enough at the
stars above for me to memorize them so I could program the probes to search
out those star patterns with. I soon learned what excellent care my son was
being provided with as the female purchased a more than adequate repast for
him. It seemed though they were extreamly poor they provided well for their
offspring. This eased my displeasure at his living arrangements a bit. I
realized I should be plainly gratful that they took him in and cared for him
as if he were their own. Perhaps I could persuade them to relocate to my
world. This would make my son's transition from pauper to prince more
smooth. I would definitely improve their living conditions. It was on the
journey back to their compound that my son did as I so hoped for. Better yet
their seemed to be no moon up to cast too bright a light which would obscure
star gazing. There were many distinct patterns he beheld that I memorized.
Soon they were home and I withdrew at that time. I had to start transcribing
what I had seen as soon as I could. For the first time since the day I found
he still lived I felt the flame of hope inside me grow with intensity. soon I
would find with my son. Then I will at last go to him and bring him home.
(A/N: This may be a shorter chapter than usuall but there will be more in the next ones I'm sure. I want to thank all of you who read and a special thanks to those who review also. I don't write to get oddles and gobs of reviews but they are nice. Thanks one and all. Till next chapter take care.)
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Heaven's Gift to Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).
(A/N: I shall be giving King Vegeta's POV in this too.)
(A/N: This shall not have the {so called} tear jerker scene. But it is an eye opener. :þ)
Katie: thanks again for your review, they help me carry on.
Setting: Earth & Planet Vegeta| Time: Present (A/N: Haakon is now five years of age.)
Through A Child's Eye's
********* Reginleif *********
Haakon was out in the goat yard with me helping me clear out the goats
droppings and uneaten hay. I shoveled a good wheelbarrow full and he would
take it out. I had made him promise not to fly out of the yard as it would
startle the goats. He'd do as I say alright, till he got OUT of the goat
yard and then flew. *Sigh* there should be a rule that if a child can fly so
should his mother. Maybe soon enough however as I was making great progress
with making better, stronger Ki balls and Master Chuin thought it was a good
time to start practiceing to fly. Freya too had learned to manifest her ki
as well and was only slightly behind me in skill. I looked up as I heard
Kirkjbur yelling loudly at Haakon about not flying. Our compound was close
enough to the high way that there was a slight chance that Haakon would be
spotted flying if he did it all the time. A few moments later I saw a
disgruntled Haakon coming back around to the goat yard coming back in for the
next load. "You know hun I do appreciate the help your giving me and all."
"But why don't you go play with Thunder or Krillan." I said to him. I knew
he loved playing with his dog he named Krillan he got for his birthday last
year or with his goat. I felt a bit guilty that he was spending his time
helping me with chores than having fun being a child. He looked up at me
with his strange obsidian eyes, his brow furrowed a little. "But Mamma I
LIKE helping you, it's more fun than playing and I don't feel like sparing
right now." He replied. I smiled and shook my head, then returned to my
task. He certainly wasn't lazy and I had to admit he made my job a lot
easier. Once we were through and put up the tools I looked down at Haakon.
"Hey kiddo let's go shower and get ready for class." I said
"ALLLLRIIIGHHTT!" He shouted happily and raced ahead to gather the items so
we could shower. I went and waited for him by our simple yet servicable
shower. It was the best we could do for now. Maybe this winter Kirkjbur
would be able to make that indoor bath and shower room we've been dreamin of
for years. Haakon quickly came out with the scrubber some liquid soap and
the towel. In no time at all I had him cleaned and sent him off back to the
trailer with the towel. I'd use it myself when I was done and went back to
the trailer. For now with a big sigh I took a very cold shower...how I
longed for a hot one some day.
********* King Vegeta *********
"Every thing checks out fine your Majesty." "You may dress when you wish."
Said the medical technician as he closed his scanner and left. I nodded,
reach for the fresh clothes my cousin Cumba had brought for me. "Cousin I
must object this time." "I understand you must extend a little further each
time." "But really, straining till blood vessles in your head rupture...
that's too reckless." He said heatedly as I dressed. "You are a King,
responsible for this and several other worlds I might add." I just glanced
at him to let him know I had heard him. He made a growling sound in his
throat at my lack of reaction. "AND...If you DO kill yourself doing this then
Arteesia will have exactly what she wanted from the begining...THE
THRONE!!!" He added for emphasis. I had finished dressing and glared hard at
him locking eyes till he dropped his eyes in submission. "I am NOT trying to
kill myself in any way,I am strong enough to survive a little hemorrageing."
I snapped. "AND I assure you Arteesia will get nothing but a one way trip to
oblivion." I added. It was true that I had over extended myself dangerously.
But I was sooo close to being able to see through my son's eyes clearly. I
wanted to see this world he was being reared on, the family that was caring
for him, and the what the dwelling they resided in was like. Not to mention
my primary goal to see the star patterns of his foster world. I had spent
the last part of yesterday evening till sunset today in the regeneration
tank. I planned to try again tonight after I had a good meal in me. It was
still the deep of winter, the time of blizzards. No ships came or left this
world for two months out of a year as my world became as a frozen waste land.
This gave me ample opportunity to keep strengthening my skills both body and
mind. "DAMIT VEGETA! Your the strongest Saiyajin their is no despute about
that, but even a Saiyajin as mighty as you can die from the smallest
aneurism." He contiuned heatedly. "It was just shear luck that Nappa found
you trying to stumble your way to sick bay." "Then had to carry you the rest
of the way since you passed out when he reached you." He argued argily. I
returned his angery glare calmly, considering all he had said. From no other
Saiyajin would I take such speaking. I was his King as well as his younger
cousin. He had been with me...took care of me practically since I was born.
He even, to a great extent, raised me though only five years seperate us. I
had looked to him for so long for guidence that it was no wonder he was my
second in command, best tactician, and chief adviser. He had the cool head I
was the quick thinking warrior, we balanced each other out. I knew he was
speaking to me in such a way because he cared for me so. ^Little Father
forgive me for the fright.^ ^But this is too important to me.^ I sent.
^Vegeta I know you want to find your son more than anything, but not at the
risk of yourself.^ ^Right now your all the hope he has of ever getting
home...and I WANT my little cousin home too.^ He replied. I nodded as we
walked out side by side. I told the closest guard to me to have the servants
bring my meal to my chamber immediatly. Bowing he left swiftly to do my
bidding. Silently we walked back to my chamber. Once inside I turned and
faced him. ^I'm going to try again after I eat and wash.^ I informed him.
His face paled slightly. ^COUSIN...are you so eager to go back to the tank?^
He asked. I merely shook my head in answer. He gave me a look so close to
parental concern I smiled to myself. I was nearly 60 years of age, so near
the begining of my prime and here he was looking at me as if I was 18 again
and preparing to meet the 10 Oozaru's in the ring of fire. I did the same
thing I had done that day. I allowed him to embrace me. He always held me
as if sheilding me from harm as he had done when I was much younger. It was
reassuring to know I had so loyal a cousin. as I was loyal to him. I finally
made him let go which he did reluctantly. Soon my food arrived and I bid my
'Little Father' good night with the promise that if I were in danger to
^call^ for him.
As soon as I finished my meal and took a good relaxing bath I began to
prepare to reach out to the mind of my son once again. It didn't take much
any more since I was so practiced at it. As I made contact I immediately
became aware of his mind and what he was hearing and feeling. He was in a
amiable mood doing something he didn't mind doing. Then what truly made what
happened last night all worth while was when I realized I could now see
clearly through his eyes. Though my efforts gave me great satisfaction, my
first sight did not as I distinctly saw him hovering over a dung heap while
dumping yet more dung on top. The prince of all Saiyajins conveying animal
waste...what outrage. He then heard the voice of the one I figured was his
foster father. As he turned to face him I was able to see the man who owned
the voice. I was surprised at his apperance. His eyes were pale blue as the
sky of the world my son was on. His beard and mustashe was silver and white.
Though he had a fairly strong build for his age his belly protuded noticbly
before him as if pregnant with child. It was very apparent that the humanoid
species of this world was just a short lived as Chikyuu (A/N: In my A/U's
Earth and Chikyuu are two seperate places, gives me more to play with. ;D)
humanoids and that this male was nearing the end of his life span. Was the
woman who cared for my son old as well? I then took note of the property my
son resided on. It was worse than the poorest of my people on my world. The
poorest of third class here would be among the richest of Chikyuu. This was
most disturbing that my son should live in such a mean state. I was totally
disgusted by the worse than poor conditions my son lived in. The old male
was speaking to him in a reprimanding tone. For what reason I could not
ascertain. Though he didn't like it the boy merely touched back down on the
grownd and pushed the mono-wheeled conveyer before him. He seemed small for
his age, perhaps due to the malnutritian his first days of life. Hopefully
it was not from mistreatment by these less than peasant folk. As he came
around a fenced area I noticed the variety of animals inside the fenced area.
I figured they were there for the convenience of haveing a ready source of
food. Soon he was in the enclosure itself and I saw him approch a woman. I
stealed myself, ready for most anything. All I could truely make out of her
at the moment was her long dark blond hair held back behind her head by a
thong of a sort(pony tail). As she turned I could scarcely believe what I
was veiwing. No this was no OLD woman. A mature female to be sure,
deliciously mature. Her sunkissed skin shimmered with sweat from her labours
while strange alluring eyes of misty grey regaurded my son with motherly
concern. She was well porportioned with generous breasts that preceeded the
curve of her waist as that spread to wide hips and full round tight rear.
This was easy to see as she was clad only in a pair of very short dark blue
pants and a black sleevless low cut shirt. As she spoke to him with her low
alluring voice I noted the jewely that adorned her noble, elegant face.
Royal blue stones dotted these areas, sparkling, dancing. I found it most
intrigueing and I had to admit, VERY attractive. I could not understand how
the old male I saw could have attracted and gotten one such as she to mate
him. As he answered her I took notice of all the skin paintings on her
person. Most noticeable was a dragon that looked similar to my own house
symbol. Only this one was tamer in appearance with strange glyphs guarded
within the dragon's coils. I found this extreamly intrigueing as well. She
sighed and shook her head at him while smileing with a hint of pride. This
pleased me to see this. He made one more trip before it seemed they were
through. She then said something to him that made him very happy and excited
he then dashed a head of her, flew over a gate way into yet another
enclosure. This seemed to be the main one with living quarters. Again so
highly inadiquate I will be glad when he is home and being properly cared
for. He was already inside the small dwelling he apperantly shared not only
with his 'mother' but apparently he had a big sister. I smiled as they
glared at each other like most siblings do when they are young. She looked
very much like her mother but with her father's eye colour. Her honey blond
hair was croped rather short giving her an almost boyish apperance. She was
a large well grown she-brat, very lovely. He went to the back area where he
quickly picked out a bottle of liquid, a strage ball, and what appeared to be
a towel. a moment later he was outside going over to where the little female
waited by a cubical that was open air that had a hose hung over the top. He
gave her the items then quickly disrobed. It quickly became apparent that
the meager set up was a shower of a sort. She used the strange ball to
squeeze the liquid onto before using it to lather and clean him. Once he was
clean she wraped the towel around him and sent him inside. He dried quickly
then changed into a white baggy outfit, then tied a black belt about his
waist. He then hopped on to a large chair and waited. His 'mother' entered
a moment later...completely naked. She retrieved the towel she'd given him
and began drying herself while disappearing out of my son's sight to go to
the back area he'd just been in. I actually found myself wishing he would
have followed her back there, but glad he did not. Soon she too was dressed
and they left in a vehicle of a sort arriving some time later at a building.
Shortly after they went inside it was easy to see that this is where she took
him to train. Another old male approached them, I was astonished to learn
that this 'old male' was indeed my son's teacher. I was soon impressed at
the caliber of teacher his 'mother' was able to attain. From what I saw of
how meager they lived it must have cost her much to provide him with such a
teacher. I lost contact momentarily as he went into his meditation routine.
I took that opportunity to recuperate a bit. At the time he usually
completed his meditation I went and checked to see if he was indeed through,
which he was. It was then when he stepped out onto the sparring room floor
that was surrounded by mirrors that I saw for the first time what my son
looked like. I felt a warmth sweep through me as I viewed him. He looked
so similar to myself when I was a brat except that he had his dame's hair
colouring. I was ever proud of him even more so as I saw his performance in
class. It was obvious that he was far suprior to all his other class mates
it was almost laughable. When they left I saw that it was starting to turn
into night there. Excellent! now hopfully he would look long enough at the
stars above for me to memorize them so I could program the probes to search
out those star patterns with. I soon learned what excellent care my son was
being provided with as the female purchased a more than adequate repast for
him. It seemed though they were extreamly poor they provided well for their
offspring. This eased my displeasure at his living arrangements a bit. I
realized I should be plainly gratful that they took him in and cared for him
as if he were their own. Perhaps I could persuade them to relocate to my
world. This would make my son's transition from pauper to prince more
smooth. I would definitely improve their living conditions. It was on the
journey back to their compound that my son did as I so hoped for. Better yet
their seemed to be no moon up to cast too bright a light which would obscure
star gazing. There were many distinct patterns he beheld that I memorized.
Soon they were home and I withdrew at that time. I had to start transcribing
what I had seen as soon as I could. For the first time since the day I found
he still lived I felt the flame of hope inside me grow with intensity. soon I
would find with my son. Then I will at last go to him and bring him home.
(A/N: This may be a shorter chapter than usuall but there will be more in the next ones I'm sure. I want to thank all of you who read and a special thanks to those who review also. I don't write to get oddles and gobs of reviews but they are nice. Thanks one and all. Till next chapter take care.)
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