Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ The dreams of a thousand Worlds ( Prologue )

Lost On a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

Arthurian Note: Hey everyone! Wondering what happened to me? Well I've been at a boarding school and it sucks. Kudos to my best bud, Rob!

PROLOGUE

It all began with a bang; or so science has led us to believe. Millions of stars, planets, and galaxies from that ancient world collided into one, a huge epic explosion, turning what was once an unimaginable expanse, into a ball, which could fit upon a needle. The endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth was starting all over again.

Trillions of years later, the pin drop creation had once again expanded again, allowing life to be reborn. Yet something happened that was unexpected. A new creature was brought forth upon the rocky rouge surface of wakúsei Plant. It was humanoid, and it as a species had an great potential. As they grew in numbers and strength, this creation known as the `Saiya-jins' overran the truffle-jins, the native intricate species.

Their home became known as wakúsei Vegeta.

Years past and kingdoms were brought forth from the rough hands of the Saiya-jin population. Devoted to shamanic spirits, they created the noble houses representing the great animalistic spirits which reigned over the heavens: the dragon being the strongest of them all. All of the houses respected the draconic house in regards to their spirits and strength, utmost loyalty becoming one of the key factors of society. Soon life on wakúsei Vegeta became peaceful and ever much the pleasant - a king ruled the lands with a powerful fist of trust and respect.

Finally, eons later after years of kings with no reverence to the rights of their people, debacle took its toll: mutiny. To the rulings of a trivial leader with no regards besides the welfare of himself and kin, came an inglorious end - death.

Leaders and monarchies came and went; like the tides of mercy the collapse of an empire was soon to be shed. Inadequate rulings left a people bare without defenses to invading rebellions; high taxes and riots left a realm doom to die. It was an untimely fate - to be stricken, broke, and rebelled, Kings began to rethink their ideals.

Regrettable pacts from the heavens above and technological races began to click in the sockets of a new cultural revolution. When a prince, born into certain unalienable rights and privileges, would become the herald of a thousand generations to bring back justice and peace to a people dying from hunger and doubt.

Just when it seemed that a kingdom would fade into eternal darkness, one would rise up and seal its fate.

His name, Saiya Vejita no Oùji

A?N: Yay I got the prologue out! *cheers as Vegeta sits with his arms crossed behind me* Comeon Vegeta lets celebrate!