Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 13:27:37 GMT -5
Taking his time to reach his spacepod a sigh escaped his lips in an almost a futile display. Did he really want to search for the young prince almost instantaneously. Not as much, he just obtained the Saiyan Monarch position and was hoping to lead the Saiyans into battle to destroy the rest of The Saiyan Empires enemies that were already on the defensive. Now arriving near the saiyan class-spacepod, The door opened slowly with a small mechaanical sound that echoed throughout the wastes. Stepping inside and resting on the seat, the same door closed quickly. Coordinates were set to a planet called EArth, a lush green blue planet. While the ship too root and flew from Planet vegeta's atmospheric pressure, Snippar Sol closed his eye's to get some rest. However, he remembered a dream which brought disdain. While the aircraft would reach earth within six hours.
Do you have everything packed? There is no coming back to the Estate if you leave something behind, Snippar Sol.” Suzumu questioned softly, kneeling down to brush misplaced brownish locks from the young boy’s face. He gave the man a toothy grin, reaching behind him to pull his satchel around to take one last peek inside.
“Yes, Father!” He said merrily, glancing up towards the tall woman that stood serenely beside him. Vori, Saiyan Monarc, smiled down warmly towards the young child. At the age of eight, he would soon begin his training as the woman's Apprentice. She said nothing and watched as the Father grasped the boy’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“We’re not going to be able to see one another again, My son...but I know you are going to become something amazing in this Galaxy. Know how proud I am of you.” Suzumu's voice shook with grief, his arms wrapping around Snippar Sol to pull her into a hug. “I love you. The Saiyan will take good care of you.” He smiled, leaning back. “Onien! Come over and say goodbye to your Brother!”
Standing within the doorway of the small farm estate stood a tall, thin teenager with hair short and swept back platinum hair. The girl’s aqua eyes stared at the scene before her as her arms folded across her chest. “I do not want to!” Onien frowns, glancing away.
“Onien.” Suzumu scolded, the man’s brow furrowing. “It is now...or never. Get over here and say goodbye to your brother.”
Snippar Sol blinked over towards his sister, raising his finger to her mouth in confusion.
“NO! I do not understand why I can not go with him!” Onien shouted, turning to glance towards Vori. “Can’t you take me as well? Please!”
“I am sorry, Child. That is not the way things work. You see...the power of a Saiyan is strong within your Brother. The Elites, as much as we’d like to, can not accept everyone if they are not attuned to the such progression. You will not be able to go with him on the journey ahead of him.” Vori bowed her head solemnly.
Onien glared at the woman, throwing her fists to her sides with a huff, turning and running inside.
Pouting, he glanced back up towards Vori before looking down towards her feet.
“It’s...time to go, Little one.” Vori sighed, ushering Snippar Sol forward. “There is much to do once we get to the Enclave.”
Snippar Sol nodded, turning to his Father. Opening his arms, he pulled him into one last embrace, brushing his hands through his tangled hair. “You be good. You train hard and stay away from trouble. Listen to your teachers.” He struggled to speak, closing his eyes.
As Father and Son embrace, their touch feels as though it lasted for eternity until their bodies part away from another and Snippar Sol takes Suzumu's hands, his free hand wiping away his tears. He takes a deep breath, pushing his chest out proudly and grins up to Suzumu. The Saiyan smiles and nods, turning to leave. Peering from the window, Onien watched sadly, watching as her brother travels down the Estate’s pathway one last time. She pursed her lips, leaning away from the window and glancing around the room. Her little brother’s side of the room had been nearly emptied, the bed made and toys properly on their shelves. It was never clean unless she had to help Snippar Sol along the way. Onien frantically looked back towards the window and scrambled out of her room.
Bursting through the front door, she ran as quickly as her long legs could take her down the cobbled path, her heart pounding in her chest. “Snips!!”
Hearing his sister’s call, Snippar Sol turns to glance behind him, letting go of Vori’s hand. He races towards Onien, tossing his bag aside as the two siblings meet to embrace, their arms tightly grasping the other. Digging his face into Vori’s chest, Snippar's eyes begin to water and her chest huffs.
“Snips! Don’t cry...don’t cry! If you cry...you’ll only make me cry.” Onien spoke, her throat feeling as though a toad was stuck inside.
“But...you’re crying.” Snippar looked up to her, noting but the tears staining Onien’s cheeks.
Do you have everything packed? There is no coming back to the Estate if you leave something behind, Snippar Sol.” Suzumu questioned softly, kneeling down to brush misplaced brownish locks from the young boy’s face. He gave the man a toothy grin, reaching behind him to pull his satchel around to take one last peek inside.
“Yes, Father!” He said merrily, glancing up towards the tall woman that stood serenely beside him. Vori, Saiyan Monarc, smiled down warmly towards the young child. At the age of eight, he would soon begin his training as the woman's Apprentice. She said nothing and watched as the Father grasped the boy’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“We’re not going to be able to see one another again, My son...but I know you are going to become something amazing in this Galaxy. Know how proud I am of you.” Suzumu's voice shook with grief, his arms wrapping around Snippar Sol to pull her into a hug. “I love you. The Saiyan will take good care of you.” He smiled, leaning back. “Onien! Come over and say goodbye to your Brother!”
Standing within the doorway of the small farm estate stood a tall, thin teenager with hair short and swept back platinum hair. The girl’s aqua eyes stared at the scene before her as her arms folded across her chest. “I do not want to!” Onien frowns, glancing away.
“Onien.” Suzumu scolded, the man’s brow furrowing. “It is now...or never. Get over here and say goodbye to your brother.”
Snippar Sol blinked over towards his sister, raising his finger to her mouth in confusion.
“NO! I do not understand why I can not go with him!” Onien shouted, turning to glance towards Vori. “Can’t you take me as well? Please!”
“I am sorry, Child. That is not the way things work. You see...the power of a Saiyan is strong within your Brother. The Elites, as much as we’d like to, can not accept everyone if they are not attuned to the such progression. You will not be able to go with him on the journey ahead of him.” Vori bowed her head solemnly.
Onien glared at the woman, throwing her fists to her sides with a huff, turning and running inside.
Pouting, he glanced back up towards Vori before looking down towards her feet.
“It’s...time to go, Little one.” Vori sighed, ushering Snippar Sol forward. “There is much to do once we get to the Enclave.”
Snippar Sol nodded, turning to his Father. Opening his arms, he pulled him into one last embrace, brushing his hands through his tangled hair. “You be good. You train hard and stay away from trouble. Listen to your teachers.” He struggled to speak, closing his eyes.
As Father and Son embrace, their touch feels as though it lasted for eternity until their bodies part away from another and Snippar Sol takes Suzumu's hands, his free hand wiping away his tears. He takes a deep breath, pushing his chest out proudly and grins up to Suzumu. The Saiyan smiles and nods, turning to leave. Peering from the window, Onien watched sadly, watching as her brother travels down the Estate’s pathway one last time. She pursed her lips, leaning away from the window and glancing around the room. Her little brother’s side of the room had been nearly emptied, the bed made and toys properly on their shelves. It was never clean unless she had to help Snippar Sol along the way. Onien frantically looked back towards the window and scrambled out of her room.
Bursting through the front door, she ran as quickly as her long legs could take her down the cobbled path, her heart pounding in her chest. “Snips!!”
Hearing his sister’s call, Snippar Sol turns to glance behind him, letting go of Vori’s hand. He races towards Onien, tossing his bag aside as the two siblings meet to embrace, their arms tightly grasping the other. Digging his face into Vori’s chest, Snippar's eyes begin to water and her chest huffs.
“Snips! Don’t cry...don’t cry! If you cry...you’ll only make me cry.” Onien spoke, her throat feeling as though a toad was stuck inside.
“But...you’re crying.” Snippar looked up to her, noting but the tears staining Onien’s cheeks.
