Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Jan 23, 2014 1:59:15 GMT -5
The Rejected Prince.
Nasu’s first memory of his father was the day he turned 5. He later learned on their 5th birthday his father would visit all his bastard children and gave them a test. The test he gave Nasu was simple, survive. His father looked down at him and said if he could survive one year alone; he would be a true Saiyan like him.
Nasu was to have no contact with his mother, his only family. He was to survive on his wit and his strength alone. His father looked him in the eyes and Nasu believed he had his best interest in mind; afterall he was Nasu’s father and he would never do anything to hurt him.
His second memory of his father was exactly one year later.
***
Nasu waited outside his old home. He wanted nothing more than to rush in and see his mother again. But he hadn’t gone in yet to make sure he wasn’t breaking his father’s rules. Nasu hadn’t spoken to his mother in a year, and even after everything he’d went through living on the streets, fighting and begging with the other children for scraps of food, trying to stay alive night after night, nothing was harder than not seeing or speaking to her for a full year.
Every day he was tempted; tempted to walk by her work, to beg outside a store where he knew she shopped, to lay down for the night only a block from his house just to catch a glimpse of her. It became a masochistic game he would play with himself. Nasu would let himself get close enough to feel the anticipation of seeing her again and then leave before ever catching a glimpse. Above all else though he wanted, he needed to make his father proud. To prove that he was a true Saiyan even though he was only a half-breed bastard. To prove to the man that he was smart, and he was strong. If he was strong enough the Saiyans’ wouldn’t care that he was a half breed, strength was the only thing that truly mattered to them.
And so every day he would fight for his place in the square with the other children for only the strongest could get a place in the market. Just as in the wild the strong would banish the weaker to the outskirts of our town, exile them away from the everyone who could help them. So every day Nasu fought, knowing that today could be the day that he died. If he didn’t get a spot in the market to beg no one would see him, and if no one saw who would give him coins for food, and without food he wouldn’t be strong enough to fight for his place tomorrow. That was the ultimate fate the weaker were banished to. They would continue to get weaker and weaker, receiving less and less and pushed further back away from the center until one day they weren’t strong enough to fight anymore. Once their will gave out that first time Nasu knew it was a short fall from there. The next day they weren’t strong enough to get up. And the next day they were gone. People might think the childrens’ system was cruel but in the end only the strong are worthy of surviving in the true Saiyan world.
As he waited for his father he reveled in his year’s worth of triumphs and defeats, sure that his father would be proud of all that he had accomplished. All of the boys in that square were older and bigger than him but still he survived. He was determined to tell his father of it to tell him how much it had tested him and to show him he was worthy to be his son at last. And so he stood outside his old house refusing to walk inside, refusing to be weak and give in to temptation this close to the end. he would wait outside this house for another year if that’s what it took to prove himself.
He heard the door open behind him and panicked.
No, no he thought; not now. She can’t come outside; he can’t see her again till after he’d spoken with his father. He had to show him he’d kept his word. So Nasu did the only thing he could think of he looked away and covered his eyes. he can’t lose! Not this close to the end he refuse!
A hand rested on his shoulder. And finally after a year in Hell he heard his father’s voice.
“Well done. When you first came here a year ago I didn’t think you had it in you to survive. I thought you would be one of the nameless that died on the streets. Not only have you survived but it seems you kept your word. A full year and no contact with your mother, your only family. That you would go so far as to hide from her after all this time shows you are a man of your word. You have exceeded all of my expectations.”
In shock Nasu stood up. He felt like he should respond but words didn’t come to him. His father thought he would die...he exceeded his expectations...he survived…Nasu latched on to the only thing he could think of.
“My mother taught me to always keep his word sir. A man is nothing without his word.”
His father laughed then, “Good, good. She is correct, a man who goes back on his word once given is worthless. You would do well to remember that. Now before you go inside there is something else you must learn. I give my word to you; everything I do, I do for your benefit. To make you stronger as a true Saiyan should be. Your life will be full of tests and challenges which you must overcome. And any weakness you have will be used against you. Attachments are one such weakness, you must harden yourself to them. Before you go inside to see your mother you must promise me to remember attachments will ultimately make you weak, if you let them, they will kill you someday.”
Nasu was still in shock but one thing stood out, his father had promised everything he did was to make Nasu stronger, to make him better. And there is only one thing you can say to something like that, “I promise sir.”
“Good, once again you’ve exceeded my expectations. Now I believe you’ve waited long enough let us go inside to see your mother together.”
****
As he stood in the doorway frozen unable to enter one memory forever burned itself into his brain. His second memory of his father was the day he killed his mother to rid Nasu of attachments. To make him stronger.
“My name name is Nasu Nūn, I am the bastard son of Tsyuo Hattori the King of the Saiyan’s and I swear by all the gods above or below I will kill my father. And above all else, I am a man of my word.”
Nasu’s first memory of his father was the day he turned 5. He later learned on their 5th birthday his father would visit all his bastard children and gave them a test. The test he gave Nasu was simple, survive. His father looked down at him and said if he could survive one year alone; he would be a true Saiyan like him.
Nasu was to have no contact with his mother, his only family. He was to survive on his wit and his strength alone. His father looked him in the eyes and Nasu believed he had his best interest in mind; afterall he was Nasu’s father and he would never do anything to hurt him.
His second memory of his father was exactly one year later.
***
Nasu waited outside his old home. He wanted nothing more than to rush in and see his mother again. But he hadn’t gone in yet to make sure he wasn’t breaking his father’s rules. Nasu hadn’t spoken to his mother in a year, and even after everything he’d went through living on the streets, fighting and begging with the other children for scraps of food, trying to stay alive night after night, nothing was harder than not seeing or speaking to her for a full year.
Every day he was tempted; tempted to walk by her work, to beg outside a store where he knew she shopped, to lay down for the night only a block from his house just to catch a glimpse of her. It became a masochistic game he would play with himself. Nasu would let himself get close enough to feel the anticipation of seeing her again and then leave before ever catching a glimpse. Above all else though he wanted, he needed to make his father proud. To prove that he was a true Saiyan even though he was only a half-breed bastard. To prove to the man that he was smart, and he was strong. If he was strong enough the Saiyans’ wouldn’t care that he was a half breed, strength was the only thing that truly mattered to them.
And so every day he would fight for his place in the square with the other children for only the strongest could get a place in the market. Just as in the wild the strong would banish the weaker to the outskirts of our town, exile them away from the everyone who could help them. So every day Nasu fought, knowing that today could be the day that he died. If he didn’t get a spot in the market to beg no one would see him, and if no one saw who would give him coins for food, and without food he wouldn’t be strong enough to fight for his place tomorrow. That was the ultimate fate the weaker were banished to. They would continue to get weaker and weaker, receiving less and less and pushed further back away from the center until one day they weren’t strong enough to fight anymore. Once their will gave out that first time Nasu knew it was a short fall from there. The next day they weren’t strong enough to get up. And the next day they were gone. People might think the childrens’ system was cruel but in the end only the strong are worthy of surviving in the true Saiyan world.
As he waited for his father he reveled in his year’s worth of triumphs and defeats, sure that his father would be proud of all that he had accomplished. All of the boys in that square were older and bigger than him but still he survived. He was determined to tell his father of it to tell him how much it had tested him and to show him he was worthy to be his son at last. And so he stood outside his old house refusing to walk inside, refusing to be weak and give in to temptation this close to the end. he would wait outside this house for another year if that’s what it took to prove himself.
He heard the door open behind him and panicked.
No, no he thought; not now. She can’t come outside; he can’t see her again till after he’d spoken with his father. He had to show him he’d kept his word. So Nasu did the only thing he could think of he looked away and covered his eyes. he can’t lose! Not this close to the end he refuse!
A hand rested on his shoulder. And finally after a year in Hell he heard his father’s voice.
“Well done. When you first came here a year ago I didn’t think you had it in you to survive. I thought you would be one of the nameless that died on the streets. Not only have you survived but it seems you kept your word. A full year and no contact with your mother, your only family. That you would go so far as to hide from her after all this time shows you are a man of your word. You have exceeded all of my expectations.”
In shock Nasu stood up. He felt like he should respond but words didn’t come to him. His father thought he would die...he exceeded his expectations...he survived…Nasu latched on to the only thing he could think of.
“My mother taught me to always keep his word sir. A man is nothing without his word.”
His father laughed then, “Good, good. She is correct, a man who goes back on his word once given is worthless. You would do well to remember that. Now before you go inside there is something else you must learn. I give my word to you; everything I do, I do for your benefit. To make you stronger as a true Saiyan should be. Your life will be full of tests and challenges which you must overcome. And any weakness you have will be used against you. Attachments are one such weakness, you must harden yourself to them. Before you go inside to see your mother you must promise me to remember attachments will ultimately make you weak, if you let them, they will kill you someday.”
Nasu was still in shock but one thing stood out, his father had promised everything he did was to make Nasu stronger, to make him better. And there is only one thing you can say to something like that, “I promise sir.”
“Good, once again you’ve exceeded my expectations. Now I believe you’ve waited long enough let us go inside to see your mother together.”
****
As he stood in the doorway frozen unable to enter one memory forever burned itself into his brain. His second memory of his father was the day he killed his mother to rid Nasu of attachments. To make him stronger.
“My name name is Nasu Nūn, I am the bastard son of Tsyuo Hattori the King of the Saiyan’s and I swear by all the gods above or below I will kill my father. And above all else, I am a man of my word.”