Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Three Monkeys Trilogy: Mi-zaru ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

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The Three Monkeys Trilogy
Book One: Mi-zaru
PROLOGUE

By Baniigaaru/Bunni

"..see no evil..."
-Three Monkeys Statue

Night fell on Vejita-sei. It was a dark night, filled with untold secrets, curses, sweaty rags from fighting males. Rumors went around the Palace that the Crown Prince, heir to the throne, would be born tonight. The moon had come close to shedding it's true form in several years time. Another successful battle had been fought, another planet in their collection.

Lush growth of greenery made the planet flourish. Contrary to popular belief, Vejitasei not only had volcanoes and fiery, desolate deserts, but fine, budding jungles. Humid, with insects and wild animals had their own kingdom here. Saiya-jins often came for solitude, for peace, for meditation, for hunt in this emerald wonderland.

Here, the child of Royal Line of the House of Bejita, would come for peace in the near future. But not now. No, our story may begin in the forest and separate into three paths there after, but this specific tale and path starts somewhere else. More specifically, in the Palace. However, first we must explain the Saiya-jins and Vejita-sei to you before we go back to the forest.

There were no seasons in this planet other than summer and winter. In summer, it would become unbearably hot. The Saiya-jins could and would take the heat and use it to their advantage when training. In winter, it would become teeth-chattering cold. The Saiya-jins simply brushed the silly notion of the chill aside, and fought even when, on rare occasions, it would snow.

The sky was always red on Vejita-sei. A beautiful milky ruby colored marble would bless your sight, if you sailed out into space and beheld it in your eyes. It was the pride of Vejita-sei and its people, other than their Royalty and strength.

Here, on the Red Planet of Warriors, there were five different classes of the warrior race: Super-Elite, Elite, First-class, Second-class, and Third-class.

The Super-Elites were held in such high regard because of their strength, that any class lower than First, looking at them straight in the eye without bowing their head respectfully, would die in a challenge. It was considered a dishonor and a direct insult to the Super-Elite. They were said to have ascended from the First Super-Saiyajin into ten different high families; the most famous of them all was the Bejitas, Royalty of Vejitasei. Super-Elites were graceful and powerful, like a mighty jungle cat. Ready to pounce at a moment's notice. They were intelligent, often used as militarists and high Senators. Strong in both mental (tactics) and physical poweress.

Elites were merely weaker copies of Super-Elites. They were strong, obedient (depending on the Saiyajin), and usually came from High Houses of powerful families. Their stance was intimidating, and their power levels at the very least were exceptional. They were the eyes of the Empire, often used for manual labor like Third Classes because the majority of Elites were not all that intelligent.

First-class were usually prosperous packs with a skilled determination. They were the Congressmen, Advisors, and Generals of Vejitasei. They led, side-by-side with Super-Elites, into wars and battles, ready to shed blood just as easily as any other Saiya-jin.

We come to the next one: Second-class. Not much can be said about these except their fighting skill was exceptional to say the most. Headstrong, good as servants and merchants, they were the economic part of the Saiya-jin Society.

Third-class was the lowest and most pitiful of them all. They were sneered upon, called 'dirt' because their power levels were so low, that it was almost down to the ground. Most of their children were sent off-world in pods to create havoc and to add the planets to Vejitasei's ever-growing collection and Mighty Empire. Some Third-Classes had been known to be more powerful than the Super-Elites, yet that fabrication had yet to be proven. They were the bottom of the levels, and the most disgraced. Often low and derogatory comments included the comment that one was, "Third-class," or "third-tailed." Weak, supposedly idiotic and hicks, these were the ones that were ignored in the Saiya-jin society because of their disgrace for being so feeble in strength.

Really, the only difference between the Saiya-jins was their power levels/social classes. They all had the same hunger, the same thirst for blood and adventure. The Saiya-jins. Proud, roaring, animalistic aliens.

Their sense of the world was different from you and I. They relied strongly on their senses: smell, hearing, eyesight, touch, taste. Their sense of smell wasn't smell. It was scent. It was an animal perception unknown to aliens outside of Vejita-sei.

Eyesight and hearing was also important to the Saiya-jins, so that they could see where they were going when flying and be alert to sounds around them. Ki-sensing was something unknown to the main populous and only the elders in the deep pounding heart of the Alki'ar jungles would know to unlock this special ability inside of them.

The Blind and Deaf were usually the aging and the oldest of the Saiya-jins. Very rarely was it anyone young or youthful. To lose your sight and hearing was to lose your status, your power, your everything. You wouldn't be allowed to fight, and if you were a lower class, you would be ignored by both family and friends. Higher Classes had higher chances of surviving by being sent into the Alki'ar Wilderness to live for the rest of their lives. To harbor a blind Saiya-jin was as much as a disgrace as being a Third-class.

Most Saiya-jins could adapt to this choice; some could not. It was the Game of Survival. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Die or ... live. It wasn't all that hard.

Saiya-jins were natural fighters. They were rude (of course, if you told them that, you wouldn't find yourself living anymore), callous, yet underneath it all their ways were simple ways: eat, fight, and mate. They weren't necessarily the smartest race around, yet had a fair amount of wits about them. They were ingenuous and sanguineous race. Other sophisticated aliens would find their methods gory and slaughterous, while others more in-touch with the Saiya-jins would agree.

But we are straying from the story. As we said before, our story begins in the Alki'ar lush labyrinth of vines, large leaves that fell from overgrown branches. Small, microscopic insects buzzed around.

It was said that an old witch had been condemned from her home village because what she did went against all the beliefs of the Saiya-jins. She badgered about in the jungle, collecting herbs, healing people, and telling of things to come and what the Saiya-jins' dreams meant. She was in truth a prophet, not witch or sorceress. A rare talent for this race. Only a few master it, while others experience it in impending-Death situations.

The old woman had received a message from the Gods of Vejita-sei: Vega, Pote, Kado, were the ones that had sent it. She was to make a statue, but not just any statue. A statue saying of a prophecy. One that would shape and make three Saiya-jins. To save them from their doom, to create one to save another, to find the soul in themselves and to save themselves from themselves.

So she made it. Bit by bit, piece by piece, the old prophet had chipped away stone from a huge boulder she had carried from the Houh'poi Volcanos, said to be blessed from the very God Kado. Only the ones with the purest of intentions and the descendants of the Legendary could carry a rock that size down from the magmatic mountain. Kado made the rocks and stones so heavy, that only those selected could stand up with its horrific weight.

Soon shape came to be placed to this gigantic rock. Three monkey heads. One had no eyes, but a mouth and ears. One had no ears, but eyes and a mouth. Finally, one had no mouth, but ears and eyes. The old Saiya-jin nodded and settled in to die in peace. But before she left this plane of the living, she inscribed a message in ancient Saiya-go:

'SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL'

And this is where this story begins, faithful readers...

The room was filled with yells and profanity. A tall Saiya-jin male ducked out, his raven hair mussed up as he ran out of the room, feeling the fear fill him. Never had he seen or felt such horror. He held his ripped up tail, wincing at the bloody edges surrounded by fur.

"Nappa, what say goes you?" Another guard called from his post at the door. The guard looked down, unbelieving at the massacre that was Nappa's tail.

"Nothing, Pota, nothing. The Joou has gone into labor. She can be a real-" He looked behind him, and saw the red and angry face of Bejita no Ou. Nappa got on his knees immediately, slapping his arm to his chest as a form of their salute. "Saiyajin no Ou, I..."

"Where is she?"

Numbly, he pointed to the door he had escaped from. Bejita grunted and stormed towards the door, leaving the befuddled Nappa behind to brood over his mangled tail, the handiwork of the Joou.

An olive-skinned, muscled woman with short raven hair screamed, arching her back, her pregnant belly like a rising moon. A man with brown flame-like hair barged in, roaring. "Kyuu?"

"Here she is, Saiya-jin no Ou." A man gestured to the woman beside him, bowing as he got out medical instruments and a leather strap. The woman screamed, her onyx hair swishing around. Bejita no Ou widened his eyes. The man put away the leather strap, feeling intimidated by the sudden appearance of the Saiya-jin no Ou.

"...Kyuu..." He walked towards his mate with a slow pace, mind unsure of what to do. Kyuu no Joou looked at him with a hardened face. "The brats are giving me a tough battle, My King."

His face was set as stone, yet his eyes were warm for the briefest instant. "My Queen." She smiled at him before panting. Several minutes later, she threw her head back and cried just as another cry came. A babe wiggled it's arms, crying with wild abandon. All winced in the room. An attempt to quiet down the small baby was tried by a random doctor.

Bejita looked to his mate, who was still sweating and grunting. "Another is to come." Bejita no Ou looked at her, with admiration in his eyes. She sent him a smirk. "This one isn't putting up much of a fight. I'm afraid he will be weak, My King."

"Nonsense, woman." Bejita snorted, looking indignant. "No brat with my blood can ever be weak."

Kyuu looked playful despite the circumstances. "But Sire, this," she gave a grunt and closed her eyes as she pushed with concentration, "one has been ..." She didn't get to finish her sentence as another cry came into the world. Bejita held his mate as she panted, the perspiration coming off her in sheen waves. He looked to see an approaching doctor holding both babies in his arms.

"Twins, Your Majesty." The doctor bowed his head deeply as he presented the squealing babes. One had black hair, shaped in a small flame, made noises that sounded like growling and crying. The other had hair that traveled down, brown like his own, was quiet and seemed to be looking around interested in his surroundings. The black-haired one didn't bother investigating and just used his mouth to show his discomfort at the situation.

Bejita looked down to the flame-haired baby, wincing at the decibels the baby was emitting. "He will be my namesake and shall be called Bejita the IXC, who will achieve Legendary as the prophecy goes." He looked to the small tan and auburn haired baby, "and he shall be Brosil, Second Prince of Vejita-sei, follower of Bejita no Ouji-kouso."

Bejita no Ou turned to his Joou, laying on the hard table, still breathing heavily. The one doctor examined Bejita the IXC, who was still crying, flailing his young newborn arms around.

"Bejita..." Bejita blinked. His mate had never called him by his name before. He leaned in, feeling the Saiya-jin mate bond between them fade slightly.

"Go on, woman."

"Bejita..." She grabbed his collar hard and pulled him to her face, "Bejita ... promise me. Promise me that you will never abandon your sons, no matter what the consequences." Bejita saw his mate as he had never seen her before.

"Nani?" He looked into her eyes, black eyes searching black.

Kyuu breathed in deeply. Images flashed quickly by her. Death was impending to her now so she would see the foreboding time to come. A future where Vejita-sei would be doomed by one of her sons and could have been stopped by the another of her sons, if he were not already dead. She saw some of what would happen in the future if she did not act upon it now, that the one who would save them all would perish this instant. That everything would be doomed into an eternal abyss in this single moment. "Promise me, Bejita, that our sons will always have a home in the Palace, no matter what the consequences."

"Woman, I-"

"Promise me." Her eyes were desperate then and her voice cracked, and Bejita widened his eyes in shock. "On your honor." There was a hesitation. Kyuu lowered herself to beg, for the future's and her sons' sake, "... Please, My King."

"...I promise on my honor, My Queen, but, ... why?" He furrowed his thick auburn eyebrows, eyes still searching his woman's. Kyuu smiled softly, and outlined his face slightly, before laying back. She jerked her chin softly to the babes. "Look after Bejita, My King." He looked to where the babe was trying to be soothed by numerous doctors as he started to cry yet again.

Bejita felt something snap within the recesses of his mind, like a vine being cut, the ethereal string that was always there gone like a flame in the wind. He looked to Kyuu. Her face was a silent mural, eyes shut. Her breasts were still, no breath came out of her lips. The Saiya-jin no Ou looked at her in shock and stoic surprise. She was gone before he could notice.

He wasn't sure how long he had stared at his dead mate, or who had taken him out of his daze, but when he did come out, all was quiet. He looked at the small doctor with green skin.

"Your Majesty, we have found something wrong with one of the babes."

So it was like she had said. His second son was weak and would die. Then he stiffened. No, Saiya-jins were fighters. He would survive, sooner or later, he would, or he was not a true son of the House of Bejita. He looked one last to his mate. She would get an honorable farewell to show for her years of service to him and Vejita-sei. The pain was numbing him, but he never understood it. At least this pain. He still had no idea why she had been so frantic about promising her to keep both sons. Of course he would keep them. "Brosil?" His own voice sounded hollow.

"... Bejita no Ouji, sire." The Saiya-jin no Ou turned around, shocked for a second time. They looked down at the quiet child. He had been given a mild tranquilizer that would keep him quiet for a while.

"What is wrong with him?"

"Just watch, Sire." The doctor then gave a rough shake to awake the babe and immediately when the babe opened his eyes, he cried, arms flailing. The Ou looked down at the green-skinned doctor, an Abou-jin. The doctor gestured with his hands, and motioned for a nearby assistant to hand him an optical scanner. It was a flat rod, metallic looking, and a green flash of light blinked as it was turned on. Bejita watched carefully, feeling the sense of dread in his stomach.

Slowly, as the infant flailed about, the doctor waved the scanner over baby Bejita's wide black eyes. They were unblinking as the doctor slowly repeated it. The Ou looked as puzzled as he would allow to be seen. The doctor said in a monotone voice, the words that defined and solved the problem and made another one arise.

"The child is blind, Sire." Bejita's world suddenly came crashing down into shambles. The small child's screams echoed late into the night, as his father's first and last shedding of tears joined him.