New Laws
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,172
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not own Dragon Ball or any of the corresponding contents or characters. I am not making any money off this story. Please don't sue me.
Turmoil
Katt: YAY! I is loved. n_n! I\'ve had this story bumbling around in my head for years now, the little story virus finally wanted out, Lol. I\'m glad you love the story; hopefully it just keeps getting better! :D
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For hours he laid upon the slightly sloping hill behind the castle, staring up at the slowly morphing clouds, which now were half-blocking the shimmering lights of the stars above. The skies held untold mysteries, that maybe one day he\'d venture out into and explore the reaches of, but for now, all he could do was stare at the miles above, as he was tied to this ball of rock. At his age, Prince Vegeta was expected to be the cold saijin his father was, but his earlier years was spent with his mother. She was one of the few female soldiers there were in those days, at the beginning of the female oppression. She was a beautiful woman, from what he could remember of her; she had long brown hair, and glimmering ocean-toned eyes. She was tall and thin, like most women were, but his mother carried herself like the men - not all lumbering and apelike; but rather, with the same confidence and pride. She always wore the simple blue soldier\'s armor, and took pride in knowing she fought for the planet alongside the men.
She\'d been slain by one of the rebel Turles, one that had gotten free of the castle prison with a weapon which had reduced her to atomic particles. The rebel got caught off guard shortly after and was killed, but not before taking the life of the Queen. Since then, the state of life for women all over the planet had been grim; the men began treating the women poorly, and slowly, King Vegeta removed the rights of women at the request of the higher ranking men. He knew his father had hated what his mother had become in her years, and the change in treatment of women was his father\'s way of punishing his wife in the loss of her. That\'d happened when he was 12; a long time ago it seemed, but he never forgot the things she taught him about the way women were treated when she was a little girl, how the gods hailed women as treasures, not possessions, like they had become. She told him that his father was proud, and not the good kind, that he had let his identity be overtaken by who he was supposed to be, instead of who he truly was. She\'d urged him to be true to himself no matter what, and hold tight to the real emotions of his soul, and not become the same cold, dark ruler his father was becoming. True leadership took heart and a just mind; not senseless, emotionless guiding that wasn\'t to the best interest of the masses.
"But, how am I supposed to please everyone?" he thought, eyes transfixed on the stars that watched him laying upon the hill, "I can\'t be who I want to be, who my father thinks I should be, and who the public want me to be. It\'s impossible to be three different people at once. You always told me to be true to myself, but in this era, I\'ll cause a mutiny. I can\'t even change the heart of father; how am I supposed to change the heart of the entire planet?"
With a sigh, Vegeta sat up, glancing down to the castle before him. "Mother, you were yourself until the day you died, and you died with honor. But the moment you left us, the entire planet slid backwards a few hundred years to before we even overthrew the Turles, when women were treated as they are now. Don\'t you see that everyone was reeling with pain? Look at us now, abusing our women like dogs, raping and tormenting them, as if they were no more valuable to us than a note pad. It isn\'t right, but, what am I supposed to do? It angers the gods, but I would be committing suicide if I changed the laws overnight."
"Hmph. What a hypocrite I am. I just condemned the women to a life of horror myself, but that was to stop a mutiny. What\'s the cost of balance? The happiness of the women, for the obedience of the men? Is there no middle ground? The women will fear me now, afraid I\'ll tie them up in city streets if they don\'t let the men rape them. Have I really solved anything, mother? And that girl father sent to me; am I really any better than father, even trying to be kind to her?" his mind settled on Kaana, truly settled on her and her features for the first time since he\'d met her. "Am I any better, even though she told me to take her? She\'s a slave - not a willing woman. She clearly saw that I was not okay with the situation; but is it really any different? But, if I set her free, I\'m screwing myself out of the crown, and letting the planet down, as well as losing my honor. I can\'t please everyone, but can I at least please father long enough to earn the crown, and begin changing this planet back to where it was 20 years ago?..."
His glance shifted to a nearby tree to his right, which had rustled a little. Within the branches, a small Klatt, a little red creature much like a house cat to humans except with 4 ears, mewled at him. The damn thing had gotten itself all the way up the damn tree, but had gotten so high in it\'s perch, it was too far up to get down of it\'s own volition. "How fitting. You\'ve climbed yourself up your pedestal so high, you can\'t get back down without help. You don\'t belong up there, and you\'re stuck until someone comes along and puts you back where you do belong." The parallel was uncanny, Vegeta smirked. The planet was no different; it would never get itself out of it\'s proverbial tree unless someone put it back where it belonged.
"Mrewth?" the Klatt yowled at him, bearing it\'s nervous claws. The intelligence of those damn animals was pathetic; couldn\'t it see that Vegeta was going to help? He rolled his eyes, and picked up the fuzzy mass of red fur, and, ignoring the jabbing claws that scratched at his hand, placed the Klatt down on the grass. It ran away at a full run with a faint "Mrewwww", and was gone within moments.
"That\'s the way it\'s to be? Will I solve the issues, and be left behind as if I were the criminal?" he muttered, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine. Back to training now, I guess."
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For the better part of the remainder of the afternoon, Kaana simply sat in the chair he\'d left her in, reviving from the horrible state her body was in. The blood and cum had dried and crusted over on the various surfaces that it\'d found it\'s way on to. Even after eating the large sandwich and long-since cold soup that Tonni had brought her, she wasn\'t feeling herself. Her muscles weren\'t quite as sore, but her sex was almost raw still, and she had many knots in her muscles that told her she shouldn\'t\'ve been in that position as long as she had been. Once the sun had been gone from the sky for a while, and a servant had been in to turn on the night lights and to clean the room, Kaana requested a towel, soaps, and robe be sent for her. Vegeta did tell her she could bathe, so why not go right ahead and do it?
The bathroom was huge - far larger than she was expecting. The bath tub, if it could even be called that, was the size of a small pond. It was more like a bath lake, and could easily fit 6 people. The shower was a mock waterfall on the other side of the room, and looked beautiful. It was almost like they\'d kidnapped a piece of the wilderness. She grinned happily, and stepped slowly closer. She would have dashed, but something told her that running wasn\'t really possible short of Ki. She waved her hand over the motion sensing start, queuing the 15 foot tall waterflow to begin.
"Ten minutes time." a computerized voice told her. Kaana shuffled into the falling stream of heated water, instantly moaning at the relief the temperature and massaging gravity the falls brought to her overly sore figure. If this was to be her life, this shower almost made the trade off worth it, if her father hadn\'t been involved - almost. Mind you, she thought that NOW. Later on, after Lord knew what else happened to her, she might just change her mind on that.
Kaana ran her hands through her hair, the hairband holding her braid in place slipping free to float about in the shallow rocky basin which she stood in. The water drained slowly through a grate at the front of the basin, which made the area feel truly like a waterfall crashing into a lake - albeit on a small scale. The upside was the water was warm, almost close to too hot - just perfect. Her hair, free from it\'s confine of her braid, flowed down with the weight of the water down to her mid thigh. Braided, it only reached her mid back, which was deceiving to how long it really was. It felt wonderful to shower. She only ever got to bathe in the river when her father was well enough to be left for a handful of minutes. After a long moment of letting the hot liquids flow over her knotted muscles, Kaana reached for the hair soap, which she\'d placed on a rock behind the falling water. It smelled like berries that grew on the ocean cliffs, ones dangerous to harvest as they were nesting grounds for 20 foot long flying snakes that thought saijins were quite tasty. It was a smell that Kaana hadn\'t smelled for a long time, at least since her mother was alive. Kaana never thought about her mother anymore; it hurt too much, and for right now, she was far too happy to absorb the wonderful feelings of the bathroom.
She was enjoying it so much, in fact, that she failed to notice Vegeta standing in the door way, watching her run her hands through her hair, moan from the heat, and stand there with the water flowing over her figure. He had been standing there for a long few minutes, looking at her, really LOOKING, for the first time. "She looks almost like mother..." he thought, then crossed his arms. "Fuck." Vegeta vanished from the doorway, heading back towards his training room.
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AN: More reviews, please! :)
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For hours he laid upon the slightly sloping hill behind the castle, staring up at the slowly morphing clouds, which now were half-blocking the shimmering lights of the stars above. The skies held untold mysteries, that maybe one day he\'d venture out into and explore the reaches of, but for now, all he could do was stare at the miles above, as he was tied to this ball of rock. At his age, Prince Vegeta was expected to be the cold saijin his father was, but his earlier years was spent with his mother. She was one of the few female soldiers there were in those days, at the beginning of the female oppression. She was a beautiful woman, from what he could remember of her; she had long brown hair, and glimmering ocean-toned eyes. She was tall and thin, like most women were, but his mother carried herself like the men - not all lumbering and apelike; but rather, with the same confidence and pride. She always wore the simple blue soldier\'s armor, and took pride in knowing she fought for the planet alongside the men.
She\'d been slain by one of the rebel Turles, one that had gotten free of the castle prison with a weapon which had reduced her to atomic particles. The rebel got caught off guard shortly after and was killed, but not before taking the life of the Queen. Since then, the state of life for women all over the planet had been grim; the men began treating the women poorly, and slowly, King Vegeta removed the rights of women at the request of the higher ranking men. He knew his father had hated what his mother had become in her years, and the change in treatment of women was his father\'s way of punishing his wife in the loss of her. That\'d happened when he was 12; a long time ago it seemed, but he never forgot the things she taught him about the way women were treated when she was a little girl, how the gods hailed women as treasures, not possessions, like they had become. She told him that his father was proud, and not the good kind, that he had let his identity be overtaken by who he was supposed to be, instead of who he truly was. She\'d urged him to be true to himself no matter what, and hold tight to the real emotions of his soul, and not become the same cold, dark ruler his father was becoming. True leadership took heart and a just mind; not senseless, emotionless guiding that wasn\'t to the best interest of the masses.
"But, how am I supposed to please everyone?" he thought, eyes transfixed on the stars that watched him laying upon the hill, "I can\'t be who I want to be, who my father thinks I should be, and who the public want me to be. It\'s impossible to be three different people at once. You always told me to be true to myself, but in this era, I\'ll cause a mutiny. I can\'t even change the heart of father; how am I supposed to change the heart of the entire planet?"
With a sigh, Vegeta sat up, glancing down to the castle before him. "Mother, you were yourself until the day you died, and you died with honor. But the moment you left us, the entire planet slid backwards a few hundred years to before we even overthrew the Turles, when women were treated as they are now. Don\'t you see that everyone was reeling with pain? Look at us now, abusing our women like dogs, raping and tormenting them, as if they were no more valuable to us than a note pad. It isn\'t right, but, what am I supposed to do? It angers the gods, but I would be committing suicide if I changed the laws overnight."
"Hmph. What a hypocrite I am. I just condemned the women to a life of horror myself, but that was to stop a mutiny. What\'s the cost of balance? The happiness of the women, for the obedience of the men? Is there no middle ground? The women will fear me now, afraid I\'ll tie them up in city streets if they don\'t let the men rape them. Have I really solved anything, mother? And that girl father sent to me; am I really any better than father, even trying to be kind to her?" his mind settled on Kaana, truly settled on her and her features for the first time since he\'d met her. "Am I any better, even though she told me to take her? She\'s a slave - not a willing woman. She clearly saw that I was not okay with the situation; but is it really any different? But, if I set her free, I\'m screwing myself out of the crown, and letting the planet down, as well as losing my honor. I can\'t please everyone, but can I at least please father long enough to earn the crown, and begin changing this planet back to where it was 20 years ago?..."
His glance shifted to a nearby tree to his right, which had rustled a little. Within the branches, a small Klatt, a little red creature much like a house cat to humans except with 4 ears, mewled at him. The damn thing had gotten itself all the way up the damn tree, but had gotten so high in it\'s perch, it was too far up to get down of it\'s own volition. "How fitting. You\'ve climbed yourself up your pedestal so high, you can\'t get back down without help. You don\'t belong up there, and you\'re stuck until someone comes along and puts you back where you do belong." The parallel was uncanny, Vegeta smirked. The planet was no different; it would never get itself out of it\'s proverbial tree unless someone put it back where it belonged.
"Mrewth?" the Klatt yowled at him, bearing it\'s nervous claws. The intelligence of those damn animals was pathetic; couldn\'t it see that Vegeta was going to help? He rolled his eyes, and picked up the fuzzy mass of red fur, and, ignoring the jabbing claws that scratched at his hand, placed the Klatt down on the grass. It ran away at a full run with a faint "Mrewwww", and was gone within moments.
"That\'s the way it\'s to be? Will I solve the issues, and be left behind as if I were the criminal?" he muttered, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine. Back to training now, I guess."
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For the better part of the remainder of the afternoon, Kaana simply sat in the chair he\'d left her in, reviving from the horrible state her body was in. The blood and cum had dried and crusted over on the various surfaces that it\'d found it\'s way on to. Even after eating the large sandwich and long-since cold soup that Tonni had brought her, she wasn\'t feeling herself. Her muscles weren\'t quite as sore, but her sex was almost raw still, and she had many knots in her muscles that told her she shouldn\'t\'ve been in that position as long as she had been. Once the sun had been gone from the sky for a while, and a servant had been in to turn on the night lights and to clean the room, Kaana requested a towel, soaps, and robe be sent for her. Vegeta did tell her she could bathe, so why not go right ahead and do it?
The bathroom was huge - far larger than she was expecting. The bath tub, if it could even be called that, was the size of a small pond. It was more like a bath lake, and could easily fit 6 people. The shower was a mock waterfall on the other side of the room, and looked beautiful. It was almost like they\'d kidnapped a piece of the wilderness. She grinned happily, and stepped slowly closer. She would have dashed, but something told her that running wasn\'t really possible short of Ki. She waved her hand over the motion sensing start, queuing the 15 foot tall waterflow to begin.
"Ten minutes time." a computerized voice told her. Kaana shuffled into the falling stream of heated water, instantly moaning at the relief the temperature and massaging gravity the falls brought to her overly sore figure. If this was to be her life, this shower almost made the trade off worth it, if her father hadn\'t been involved - almost. Mind you, she thought that NOW. Later on, after Lord knew what else happened to her, she might just change her mind on that.
Kaana ran her hands through her hair, the hairband holding her braid in place slipping free to float about in the shallow rocky basin which she stood in. The water drained slowly through a grate at the front of the basin, which made the area feel truly like a waterfall crashing into a lake - albeit on a small scale. The upside was the water was warm, almost close to too hot - just perfect. Her hair, free from it\'s confine of her braid, flowed down with the weight of the water down to her mid thigh. Braided, it only reached her mid back, which was deceiving to how long it really was. It felt wonderful to shower. She only ever got to bathe in the river when her father was well enough to be left for a handful of minutes. After a long moment of letting the hot liquids flow over her knotted muscles, Kaana reached for the hair soap, which she\'d placed on a rock behind the falling water. It smelled like berries that grew on the ocean cliffs, ones dangerous to harvest as they were nesting grounds for 20 foot long flying snakes that thought saijins were quite tasty. It was a smell that Kaana hadn\'t smelled for a long time, at least since her mother was alive. Kaana never thought about her mother anymore; it hurt too much, and for right now, she was far too happy to absorb the wonderful feelings of the bathroom.
She was enjoying it so much, in fact, that she failed to notice Vegeta standing in the door way, watching her run her hands through her hair, moan from the heat, and stand there with the water flowing over her figure. He had been standing there for a long few minutes, looking at her, really LOOKING, for the first time. "She looks almost like mother..." he thought, then crossed his arms. "Fuck." Vegeta vanished from the doorway, heading back towards his training room.
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AN: More reviews, please! :)