Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lasta lalaithamin (Listen to my laughter) ❯ Maranwe Lema (Destiny Journey) ( Chapter 1 )

Lasta lalaithamin

Listen to my laughter

By Rina_istorlle (Mean's Memorize your spells hee hee ^_^)

Disclaimer: I don't own the DragonBall z characters; if I did it wouldn't be fan fiction…All made up characters in this story belong to me, if by any chance you would like to use them please just ask and it will be granted! ^_^ Lasta lalithamin and other words also don't belong to me. I found the words on an Internet site of Elven Phrases that I thought were really cool. Here is the site if you would like to see them:

http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm#greetings

Thoughts: `Hello!'

Talking: "I have a giant Flamingo!"

Me: (Insane-ness runs in my family!)

Cold-lifeless laughing was all she could hear in her mind. Never had she felted so alone in this harsh world. How could her mother have signed her life away to that monster! Just hearing his name made his own subjects skin crawl with fear and anger. When trying to explain to her mother that she was never going to marry a man like Prince Jerral. Her mother laughed at her in a mocking way.

"Alexia, I have no time for your childish behavior! There shall be no discussed upon the marriage between Prince Jerral and you." Her mother said with a sneer.

"But Mother! Can't you see, I wanted to marry for love not for a dim-witted alliance among Adonains and Velans. "

"Ha ha this is about Love? Love is nothing, dear child! As for the dim-witted alliance, you better hold your tongue! I grow tired of your overbearingly disagreement with me. Start acting like a true Princess of Vela!"

"How can I act like a true Vela Princess if I'm only half Velan, Mother?" She responded.

With quick reflexes she rushed out of her mother's chambers. Tears ran down her cheeks as she rushed pasted the people in the hallways. Never had she cried in front of her mother or anyone for that matter. She felted weak and dense. Not watching where she was going she noticed she had ran into the palace garden. `Mother is acting different lately. I wonder what has happen to her? Damn Prince Jerral and Adonains'

"What do we have here? Is it the Princess Alexia of Vela or the Childish Brat not getting her way?"

Startled by a voice behind her, Alexia quickly turned around to come face to face with Prince Jerral. He was dressed in a comfortable dark black shirt with an Adonai emblem on the left shoulder and a pair of khakis. His dark Midnight purple hair caressing his face flowed lightly with the gently wind. Watching her with his shady cobalt eyes, He took a few more steps closer to her.

"Talking to my mother, I see? Maybe you should marry her, I bet your make a magnificent couple!" She replied with a smirk. Taking a few steps backwards, she had wanted to keep some distant between them but bumped into a wall behind her.

"But I want a much more powerful and beautiful wife then your mother. I'm fond of a woman who can fight and is attractive at the same time." Taking a chance to close the distant, He placed his right hand above her head. Trapping her between him and the wall.

"Amin feuya ten' lle, Jerral. Believe me, you will by no means gain the chance to have Vela or me. I will exchange blows with you and win."

"Amin sinta thaliolle e dagor. You don't stand a chance against me, Lirimaer."

Crushing his lips to hers, Jerral placed his hand on her waist and compressed her into his chest. Not responding to the kiss, Alexia swiftly bit his lips drawing blood. With a howl of pain, he released Alexia. Before he had time to recover his position, Alexia had rushed out of the palace garden.

`I question why Prince Jerral is here on Vela? He is a Saurar! Jerral has twisted my mothers mind into giving him want he wants! That bastard!'

With a relief sign, She made an effort to silently go into her room. For a while she could have some harmony before having to talk to her mother about what she did was not lady like. Turning on the lights, She kicked off her shoes.

`I have to find someone to unchained Vela of that Uuvanimo! I also have to get away before the Vesta!'

With a foolish thought in her head, She started to seize her belongings and overstuffed them into one bag. Satisfy with everything she needed, Alexia changed into some black armor. (Like Saiyan armor but made for a female. ^_^) About to leave her room, She had almost forgot her slender Velan Sword. (Just like a Japanese sword) Wrapping the sword belt around her waist, Alexia gently closed the door of her room.

She felted so energetic! The light wind caressing her face as she softly walked the outside hallways of the palace. Sneaking around outside at night was something that had been forbidden at her age. She could still hear her mother's words about the issue. With a giant sigh, Alexia had founded what she was looking for. Smirking, she knew her mother would miss her favorite ship, Mor'loki.

With quick saiyan motions, Pan was thrusting and punching her `invisible' enemies. For hours she had been training to release her anger. Never had she been so irritated at that…that… Bastard! How DARE he call her a child! He was the baby, always whining about never getting his way.

With a tired sigh, she sat down on the rigid grass. Pounding her fists into the ground, She laughed at him. He had called her a child for telling his `girlfriend' or as everyone else put it the Flavor of the week a slut. When trying to explain to that baka that she had seen `his girlfriend' with another guy, he told her she was lying! Her lying? What was the point of lying to HIM?

"Pan! Will you come get the phone its Bra!" Yelled Vidal from inside their house.

Hearing her mother yell her name, She rushed with her quick speed to grab the phone. She startled her mother who was holding the phone. Rolling her eyes at her mother's See-What-Happens-if-you-try-that-again look, Pan hurried back outside.

"What is it this time Bra? If it's about going shopping then forget it!"

"Man! Is someone crabby or what? I just wanted you to come over and watch a movie or something!"

"I'm sorry, it's just your baka brother! I'm so tired of him calling me a child or a baby. We're only 5 years apart!" (Yes, I'm changing the age difference!)

"Oh, I forgot about your guys little fight. So, anyways what's with you and Mirai Trunks?"

"LITTLE fight? What's this about Mirai? I was just helping him settle in here! We're great friends!"

"Really? I don't know. You know Marron can't decide which Trunks she likes better!"

"Moron is after every guy!"

"It's Marron, Pan! I know you guys don't like each other but please don't be mean to her."

"She's a baka, just like your brother! If she assumes she can get away with calling me a child also then she's got something coming to her!"

"You and your threats, Pan! Just last week you terrorize the `bakas' with black mail!"

"Come on! Confess Bra it was amusing! Seeing those two in bunny suits when they were kids is so hilarious."

"Well, you're coming over right?"

"Yeah, sure whatever!"

"Don't whatever me, Pan!"

"Okay, Okay, Later"

Not waiting for Bra's response she replaced the phone back into its slot on the wall. She sighed. Going to Bra's house destined that she might have to see Trunks. She strolled into the kitchen to observe her mother cooking.

"Mother, um can I go to Bra's house tonight?"

"Sure! If you can drag y our Uncle with you the better! He's been trying to steal MY food all day. Doesn't he ever go home?"

Listening to her mother grumble about Goten was a humorous scene. Leaving the kitchen, she rapidly climbed up the stairs leading to her room on the right. Just grabbing a few clothes and important items, Pan stuffed them in a orange back pack.

Within seconds she was out of her house, and flying to the Briefs home.

*****I hoped you liked it! Please by any chance you have any questions please email me! Also Flames are welcome, because it helps me get a better plot going!

Amin feuya ten' lle - You disgust me

Amin sinta thaliolle e dagor - I know your strength in battle

Lirimaer - Lovely one

Saurar - Foul one

Uuvanimo - Monster

Vesta - matrimony

mor'loki - Black Dragon