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The Promise
The thick rouge jungle leaves drooped from the sticky humid air, the planets two suns reaching their summit season, creating the red planet to excrete its vapour, turning the once dark oceans into small scattered pools of water. It was a time of month where progress halted, wars paused, and all hunted for shelter, seeking the refreshing drink.
This time of year practically turned the humanoid habitants back to their baser ancestors, many wearing nothing but a scrape of loose cloth around their waist for the sake of decency, doing their best to remain cool, under such blistering heat. It was pride alone that kept them silent of their obvious discomfort, the need to prove one’s strength came in many forms, ones tolerance for the heat being one form practiced.
This statement claims no age discrimination, nor rank; for two little boys sat on a pair of searing rocks, their tails loose, limbs away from their bodies, doing their best to ensure there wasn’t any added body heat, their eyelids heavy, but the prideful and stubborn nature of the Saiyan trooped onward, so they sat, a piercing look of determination etched in their diluted pupils.
Turles felt his brain boil under the punishing suns; his head throbbed. He saw the Prince sway slightly, a far away look glazing over his eyes, the scorching heat taking its toll, cooking their skins; but it will not be he, who loses this, too much was at stake. With each lull movement Vegeta’s head made Turles lips twitch upwards, it will be the Prince whom passes out from the suns ever diligent eyes.
Vegeta’s head pounded, his throat dry, feeling raw from over-excessively trying to swallow any sort of fluid. His vision blurred, illusions of rain water echoed in his mind, and he swore at one point of time he was floating in the chilled waters of the palace, not sitting on the edge of the jungles, fully exposed to the suns rays… why was he doing this again?
Turles smirked, Vegeta’s head started to sway from side to side, showing promising signs of his impending victory.
Vegeta sighed, mentally scratching his head, why was he here again, and why was there a strange creature dancing in-front of him, teasing him with a jug of cold icy ale?
Turles gave a toothy drained smile at the sight before him; the Prince of their race had finally gone delusional from the heat. Chuckling he watched the Prince intently, snickered once the Prince blabbered to a figment of his overheated imagination in front of him, lifting the weary hand, and done a very un-princely thing, he flopped over his rock only to slide down to the rouge sand below.
Turles laughed hysterically, brushing off the sun, dragging the unconscious form of the young prince into the jungle, searching for shade, and a little puddle of water would do fine as well. Turles didn’t feel any pity for the stubborn prince, on the contrary, he was pleased of the outcome, he knew if he poked and prodded the Prince’s sense of pride and offer a challenge he would get it. Set the stakes and wait. It was all a matter of time; little did the Prince know he was walking into something he wouldn’t win.
Turles sat against a tree, the Prince at his side. The Prince’s need for water and lack of hydration would be his undoing, Turles; well that was a whole different matter. Turles turned his head and spat out a stone, a stone that kept him hydrated long enough to withstand the heat. Yeah, that’s right, he cheated, and he wouldn’t regret it. The stakes, the pending promise made was the push he needed to cheat. If Vegeta had won, he would be turned into his slave to do everything he wanted, dishes, cook, and all sort of horrible labour, he had to win! However since he stole this victory, his prize… The day they are both of age, the Prince will be his mate, and his family will finally have status.
Short and sweet, who knows I might make a chapter when their all grown up ;) muahahhaha… later that is.
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