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Hiraedd: The Unobtainable	By : StainedLace Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own DBZ nor any of the Tenchi series. And no, I don’t make money of this. There, are you happy? Cause I’m not….

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The sight of the Imperial Starship belonging to the Princess Aurelia of Jurai descending from the scarlet sky was either one of wonder or complete exasperation. Nappa, standing amongst several of the higher ranking nobles and guards, couldn’t decide which one he was feeling at the moment.
The sleek, elongated craft which appeared to be made of a green tinted wood was indeed impressive, far beyond any Saiyan starship. But as Nappa watched, the feeling of resentment and frustration that every Saiyan now felt for their Juraian ‘friends’ began to rise. Out of the millions of princesses in the universe Vegeta just had to pick the Witch of Jurai.
For centuries Saiyans had conquered their enemies and stretched their empire across the vastness of the universe. Bloodshed was a necessary foundation in which they could cultivate an obedient world. To be gaining such a large portion of the universe without any type of warfare was- on a certain level- humiliating. He believed that negotiating with their one time rivals showed considerable weakness. If they could have taken the Juraian’s Domain by force no one in the universe would dare stand against them; not even Frieza nor his Icejin army.
Lamenting however, would get them no where now. Her ship docked, and standing proud in their polished white chest plates and blood red cloaks, Nappa and his Saiyan Elite waited. It didn’t take long, a beam of blue light appeared and wavered, leaving a group of thirty or so Juraians standing on the mute grey flooring.
They were far more extravagant and much more lovelier than the others that came before them. Their clothing was made of brightly colored silk and embroidered with silver and gold thread in elaborate patterns. Their hair was long and straight, some had woven braids while many of the females decorated theirs with flowers or bejeweled combs. But it was the woman in the center of the group that was given the most attention.
She was very pale, her features delicate and flawless. Her hair was unbound, left to fall around her tall form clothed in the richest rose colored silk. She was fragile compared to Saiyan women and her dark eyes carried an intelligent awareness that was seen only among tactical commanders.
Perhaps the rumors carried some truth after all.
Nappa puffed out his chest as the Juraians walked toward them, their priceless garments fluttering gently in the humid breeze. He kept his eyes fixed upon the princess, sensing that something was off.

“I certainly hope you are not Torankusu.” she said in a luxuriant, cultured voice when she neared him. “I was hoping for someone with hair.”
The mirth in her eyes was apparent, and Nappa fought the urge to lash out at her. The little witch thought she was being funny, hopefully Torankusu would give her the proper instruction on female etiquette soon; lest someone else decided to.
“I am Commander Nappa of His Majesty’s Elite.” He said with all the pride he could muster while looking disdainfully down at the young princess. “His Highness, Prince Torankusu is awaiting you at the palace.”
“Well, isn’t that a relief.” she remained undaunted, staring straight through his eyes. “You are here to escort us, are you not?”
Nappa nodded rigidly, motioning to the vehicles that were to carry them back to the palace.
“His Majesty sent his best carriers.” He stated, wondering how many--if any-- females were treated to such luxury by Saiyans or the King for that matter. “I imagine you will wish to depart immediately.”
“Indeed.”
Nappa tensed and in an instant, the princess took his bulky arm and ushered him to walk with her to the parked vehicles. He watched with alert senses when she snapped open a painted fan to create cool and gentle wafts of air; then looked upon him with friendlier eyes and used a pleasant tone.
“Now tell me Commander, do you have a wife who adores your hairless head?”
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Ignoring the long strands of hair that blew in his face from the strong winds, Torankusu remained stoic among the other nobles and warriors that stood outside on the massive stairwell within the palace square. The only sign of his inner turmoil was his tightly folded arms and stern eyes fixed upon the main gate.
The noises of the massive crowd gathered outside the palace gates were irritating him greatly. From his understanding the mob had been forming since daybreak, mostly made up of second and third class warriors hoping to get a glimpse of the “illustrious” Princess of Jurai. Of course there was no telling just how many females were out in that crowd. Apparently they were hoping the Princess would “liberate” them from their second rate social standing. Torankusu found it laughable.
No female of Planet Vegeta held a significant rank other than that of the Queen, and her duties were to stand behind the King at public events and bear a strong son. Though females were treated differently by their lower class counterparts, they were still no better than breeders and domestics. The Jurai no Koji, despite their wishes, would learn her place in his kingdom.
Loud cries began to erupt from beyond the gate and Torankusu twitched his ears. Within moments, the black carriers sent to retrieve the Juraian pulled into the palace square. He forced himself to step forward and stand behind his father, whom Torankusu could see emitting a very large grin. Damn him. The old man always delighted in his misery, far more than the conquests that gave the Saiyans more territory.
Tearing his attention from his father, Torankusu turned his gaze below. Many had already exited, the Juraians in their pale, flowing robes were fragile in comparison to the harsh landscape. It was funny he thought that, everything about them was elegant and breakable. He smiled to himself. He liked that word, ‘breakable’ almost as much as the word ‘broken’. And once he saw a tall form exit her carrier with grace he began to like those words even more.
There was no mistaking the Juraian Princess, no way one could. She reeked of power and wealth, carried herself with pride and an air of command. Torankusu saw as she began to ascend the stairwell her hair was long and pale green. The color of her eyes was a dark violet and had the build of a pleasure slave, slender and with long limbs. Torankusu himself preferred stronger females with sturdier limbs but, she would do none-the-less.
“Not bad, for a witch.” Torankusu himself said, causing a few chuckles to emit from the surrounding nobles.
Then, he saw it. Something that made his blood boil. There, on the corner of her full lips was the unmistakable upturn that reminisced a smile. She loved her unflattering title.
“Unmistakably my dear and handsome Prince Torankusu, how I’ve longed to finally meet you face to face.” Her words rolled of her tongue. “Nappa has told me much about you on our journey here.” Her eyes moved in the direction where the burly Saiyan stood nearby.
The little minx was trying to seduce and make him jealous at the same time!
“And how could I not acknowledge the great King Vegeta.” she said with a low bow to his father. “You will forgive me of course, I have been terribly anxious to meet your son over the last several weeks.”
“An action easily overlooked.” Vegeta said, that stupid smile still on his face. “It was I who sent for you, but it is not I whom you are here for.”
What the hell was going on?! His father never spoke like that to a female! Especially one who did not greet him and give proper introduction first! He watched as the witch again turned her attention to him, her dark eyes dancing with shallow delight.
“You are everything they say you are Torankusu.” she continued, honey dripping from her mouth. “I was concerned when exiting my ship, I thought your man was you! I berate myself now, I should never have doubted.”
Torankusu grunted, he wasn’t one for flattering a woman, or flattering in general. He too was aware of his reputation, and like the Juraian he reveled in it.
“I cannot say I’ve heard anything good about you Princess, other than your rumored beauty.” He watched as the smile returned, something that angered him.
“Beauty is only skin deep Torankusu, I think we are both excellent examples of that.”
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Short I know. You’re angry, I know. What’s going to happen in the next chapter? None of us know. Me included. That’s really NOT good. Review lovelies!!!
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