Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 22, 2014 11:53:18 GMT -5
There were so many things he didn’t understand. So so many things. Math for one. Also letters. Letters were difficult. Though, he supposed that he was at a higher level than most other three year olds. After all, they were not the prince. He smiled smugly, his chubby cheeks puffing up in pride. He was the prince. He was their better. Of course he was, there were none like him. As he waddled towards the throne-room the large afro-d Saiyan named Vil walked in a sauntering pace behind him. How he loathed the large presence. Vil never seemed to leave him alone. Ninjin glanced in his direction with a look of hate, and the giant simply looked down and smiled back.
“Do you have to be there?” The diminutive arrogant prince asked. Vil’s only response was a broad smile and a shrug. The tiny prince rolled his eyes and continued his slow pace waddle-march towards the throne room. As he approached he heard loud voices talking angrily. Ninjin raised a tiny eyebrow and turned to look at his bodyguard, but the man was simply leaning against a post and not paying him any attention. Or he looked like that, the prince knew to suspect better.
“The threat is growing your highness.” A worried voice said. The prince recognized it as one of his father’s advisors. His voice was filled with concern. What was this threat he was talking about? If it concerned the king it concerned the tiny someday-to-be crown prince. He pressed a fleshly little ear and both tiny hands against the door to get a better listen. Vil chuckled a little bit but remained at his position leaning against the poll.
“They are called The Universal Church of One. They killed one of our patrol units and their message was resoundingly clear. They mean to kill us all someday.” The Universal Church of One? Ninjin had heard of Churches on Earth, but from what he had heard they were not sources of evil. Someone that wished to harm… no… kill all Saiyans? That could only be evil. How little did the tiny prince know that that name would affect his life… If he had only known, would he have run then? Would he have moved his tiny frame so far away that they would never be able to find him? Undoubtedly no. The prince, even at such a young age, was a warrior. He wished to known more.
His father said something muffled, but the voices responded crystal clear.
“They are led by a being known only as Warlock, the energy this being was giving off was incredible. She… she let me go.” A different voice said. It sounded wounded, and concerned. The prince pressed his ear closer to the door. “There… there are Cardinals too. They are each so powerful. More powerful than I’ve ever seen before my lord. More powerful than you my lord. They make you look--”
The prince then heard a sickening sound, and a gasp from within the room. His eyes grew wide as he pressed with all his might against the door, straining to capture every word. The door opened. The gathered party within turned to look surprised, though they relaxed when they saw the diminutive chubby prince. He remembered his mother yelling at him, and his father looking down at him with a mix of shame and worry. The prince’s tiny eyes alighted upon a figure, slumped upon a table. His mother’s letter opener was in his back. Confused he looked from the body to his mother.
“Mommy?” He asked. She explained that he was a traitor, and then sent him to bed without explaining anything else. How little did he know... It was Ninjin’s first interaction with the Church of One. If only he knew what it would mean. If only he would know just how much they would shape his life. He might be envious of the man with the knife in his back.
Pl please.
“Do you have to be there?” The diminutive arrogant prince asked. Vil’s only response was a broad smile and a shrug. The tiny prince rolled his eyes and continued his slow pace waddle-march towards the throne room. As he approached he heard loud voices talking angrily. Ninjin raised a tiny eyebrow and turned to look at his bodyguard, but the man was simply leaning against a post and not paying him any attention. Or he looked like that, the prince knew to suspect better.
“The threat is growing your highness.” A worried voice said. The prince recognized it as one of his father’s advisors. His voice was filled with concern. What was this threat he was talking about? If it concerned the king it concerned the tiny someday-to-be crown prince. He pressed a fleshly little ear and both tiny hands against the door to get a better listen. Vil chuckled a little bit but remained at his position leaning against the poll.
“They are called The Universal Church of One. They killed one of our patrol units and their message was resoundingly clear. They mean to kill us all someday.” The Universal Church of One? Ninjin had heard of Churches on Earth, but from what he had heard they were not sources of evil. Someone that wished to harm… no… kill all Saiyans? That could only be evil. How little did the tiny prince know that that name would affect his life… If he had only known, would he have run then? Would he have moved his tiny frame so far away that they would never be able to find him? Undoubtedly no. The prince, even at such a young age, was a warrior. He wished to known more.
His father said something muffled, but the voices responded crystal clear.
“They are led by a being known only as Warlock, the energy this being was giving off was incredible. She… she let me go.” A different voice said. It sounded wounded, and concerned. The prince pressed his ear closer to the door. “There… there are Cardinals too. They are each so powerful. More powerful than I’ve ever seen before my lord. More powerful than you my lord. They make you look--”
The prince then heard a sickening sound, and a gasp from within the room. His eyes grew wide as he pressed with all his might against the door, straining to capture every word. The door opened. The gathered party within turned to look surprised, though they relaxed when they saw the diminutive chubby prince. He remembered his mother yelling at him, and his father looking down at him with a mix of shame and worry. The prince’s tiny eyes alighted upon a figure, slumped upon a table. His mother’s letter opener was in his back. Confused he looked from the body to his mother.
“Mommy?” He asked. She explained that he was a traitor, and then sent him to bed without explaining anything else. How little did he know... It was Ninjin’s first interaction with the Church of One. If only he knew what it would mean. If only he would know just how much they would shape his life. He might be envious of the man with the knife in his back.
Pl please.