Everything Happens For a Reason

Everything Happens For A Reason


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Everything Happens For A Reason

 

Prologue – 2

 

Disclaimer –
Don’t own it.

 

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There is a time in everyone’s life when change is
inevitable, and even more plausible when it is forced. How we each deal with it
is irrelevant, but be safe in the knowledge that everything happens for a
reason.

 

The Saiyajin mind is a complicated thing, its dynamics as
confusing as they are determined. Take our hero. Vegeta Ouji. Now he belongs to
a predetermined and implacable conception. It is a trial to his life that is as
ridiculous as it is intriguing. For a creature such as he, it is hard to live
life from one day to the next, because each is as unclear and uncharted as the
other. That is the judgment of bordering insanity.

 

Fate, however, has its own plan and even though you may
think that it is swayable, you can never wholly sidestep it. Subtlety never
comes clawing to pin cognisance by the scruff of the neck. Events will
eventually transpire to hold you to the way your life was predestined to be.

 

You see Vegeta had something taken away from his life. Most
could take a guess at what it was, if indeed they were given the opportunity to
know that it existed, but of course they weren’t. He would not let it be seen.
Would not allude to anything that he didn’t want to investigate himself. So he
was viewed as he was supposed to be. He put it to the side on a daily basis,
hid from the stark truth that it presented his psyche with, and remembered that
everything would be ok just as soon as he could train enough to attain the
level of Super Saiyajin.

 

On the inside, he could assert, that there was very little
to be happy about, other than the fact that he was still alive, which was as
disturbingly degrading as it was misplaced. He was stuck on the back of some
horrendously peaceful and comfortable planet, in the general dirge and
backwaters of the armpit of the universe, where the inhabitants had literally
only just managed to scramble their way out of the primordial soup. He had to
endure their ceaseless happiness and good humour, because it was not honourable
to decimate a race before the strongest of its inhabitants had been defeated.

 

Of course Vegeta Ouji was Vegeta Ouji, and he always managed
to find something to augment his agitation.

 

Restraint was not an attribute that sat well with his
character, but he knew he had to display it, because as much as Vegeta wished
it were not so, Kakarrot was more human than Saiyajin. He could do nothing with
greater purpose until his revenge had been exacted.

 

It was grudgingly admitted therefore, that staying on planet
was the only way forward. Despite his better judgement of course, the
invitation he had received to gain quarters, albeit temporary, on the planets
surface, and which had been boasted as large and accommodating, had been far
too in accordance with his plans to be refused.

 

There was an old saying that Nappa had great delight in
reciting to his prince. Keep your allies within spitting range and your rivals
truly gobbed on. Not the most eloquent of phrases it is true, but the basics
were correct. A saying indeed, that might just as well suit the disgusting
ningen’s, as it did himself.

 

On the whole he was resigned to the results. There was
nothing untoward about the situation. The ningen’s whom had invited him, were
everything he could expect of such a backward planet, but there were hints that
perhaps they were not as repulsive had he had at first thought. Of course it
was all irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but the grounds were large,
the house was comfortable, and most importantly, the food was well put together
and served in abundance. Putting up with the occasional air-headed conversation
was, in his opinion, better than being destitute.

 

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