Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Wings of a Butterfly ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

"Let's see, hmm, well, I think I shall have to start at the beginning. Yes, that's what I'll do!" You have been sitting here waiting for this old woman to tell you what has happened that the whole city has been having a wild celebration over. You have been away in space for the past twenty years and a lot of things have happened here on Vegetasei.

"I suppose it all started around fourteen years ago when the old queen decided that her second son, Vegeta, would receive a whipping child…"

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"Mommy, where are we going?" the young prince asked, full of curiosity.

"We are going to the orphanage to find a friend for you to play with," stated the queen, who was halfway lying. She really was seeking a child whose purpose was to make the prince kind and sympathetic before the popular notions of being an unfeeling statue sink in. She had to do this in utmost secrecy since the king did not want his son to turn into a "pansy."

Yes, caring and sympathy, the most hated notions ever to be thought up on the planet! Oh, they say it makes you weak! How wrong those people are! The queen knew this and so brought the prince to look for a friend in the orphanage.

As they arrived, the queen noticed how gloomy the children looked. Vegeta had problems trying to get more then two words out of any of them. Since there was no luck in finding a child for Vegeta to befriend, she decided it was time to leave.

They were walking back to the palace through the market when Vegeta tripped on an uneven piece of road and skinned his knee. Vegeta, being so young (but still with his enormous pride!), strongly fought back the urge to cry. His eyes were filled with unshed tears. Out of nowhere, a young girl with a basket of plants and flowers ran up to him and asked him if he was okay. Vegeta was highly embarrassed and pushed her away. The girl, ignoring him, bent down to examine his knee. In a quick motion, she got a dried herb out of her basket and ground it with some water into a pale green paste that smelled like mint.

"What is th--," he was interrupted when she applied it to his knee. Vegeta let out a sigh of relief.

"What is that?" the queen asked, reiterating Vegeta's last attempted question. The girl replied that it was royal maywort. The queen was surprised, royal maywort was a plant that was extremely hard to grow and pick. The queen thought it amazing that the little child could use it with such expertise. She was curious to meet her parents.

"Where are your parents, child?" she asked, wanting to thank them.

"I don't have any. I live in the orphanage down the street," she answered.

"How did you get this plant, then?"

"Oh, well I have this little garden outside of the city. You caught me on my way back to the orphanage," she replied.

The queen was stunned. This child had grown royal maywort on her own! Her thoughts were stopped suddenly then because the girl said she had to get back.

"Wait!" the queen yelled, "Do you like it there?"

"The kids are always so unhappy, it gets me down too. Sometimes I run away…" she walked off, considerably less cheerful.