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King Titan of Saturn

The King of Saturn was a slender, soft-spoken man, but his eyes seemed to pierce everything around him.  Few of the servants had the courage to meet his eyes, even though he never raised his voice to any of them.  As he glided down the hallway with a rustle of his dark purple robes, that unnerving gaze sweeping the area in search of his quarry, the servants kept their own eyes looking at almost anything else.  King Titan paid them no mind, for he was used to it, and he had more important matters to attend to at the moment.
As King Titan passed by one of the large windows, one of the curtains quivered slightly.  He paused in mid step, a smile touching his lips.
“Now, where could she be?” he mused aloud, and heard a tiny, muffled giggle.  “I've searched everywhere, and there's no sign of Rhea!  Has she vanished completely?” he continued, causally stepping back toward the window, and heard another quiet giggle.  “Or could she be. . .here?” he said with a dramatic flourish as he pulled back the window curtain to reveal his three-year-old daughter.
Princess Rhea giggled loudly and ran into her father's arms, meeting his eyes without a trace of fear.  “You founded me!” she proclaimed happily.
“Indeed I did, but now it's time for little princesses to go to bed,” he said gently, and Princess Rhea pouted.
“No!  Wanna play more!” she said with a quiver of her lip.
“We shall play again tomorrow,” her father said firmly.  “Now it is bed time.”  
“Awww,” Rhea sulked as her father carried her away down the hall.  Most of the doors were shut, but one large door stood open.  The room was spacious but unlit, and when Rhea realized they were drawing close to that room, she gave a frightened gasp and hid her face in her father's shoulder-length black-blue hair.
“Whatever is the matter, sweetheart?” King Titan asked in surprise, stopping in front of the large open door.
“Don't like it,” Princess Rhea said, burying her face against her father's shoulder.  “Too dark!”
“Too dark?” King Titan repeated in surprise, looking at the room, then smiled.  “But it doesn't have to be.  Look,” he said, and walked into the dark room.
Princess Rhea squirmed in his grip and whimpered unhappily, until the room began to fill with soft light.  She dared a glance upward and saw numerous crystalline lamps spread throughout the large room, each one creating a pool of light.  The room was, in fact, King Titan's study, and had a large desk with a computer and piles of papers on the left side, a large, plush chair next to it.  A couch was against the right hand wall, and a small table with two more chairs took up a corner.  
“You see?  It's like walking through a night sky, isn't it?” King Titan said with a warm smile as he walked around the room with her.  “There is beauty in darkness as well as light, my little one.  Our family knows this better than anyone.”
Princess Rhea looked around the room and giggled in delight.  She reached out with one chubby hand and touched one of the lamps for a moment.
“So pretty, Daddy!” she said happily.  She bravely looked at the still shadowy areas for a moment, but the darkness still seemed unwelcoming, whatever her father said.
King Titan watched her expression and smiled gently.  “You'll understand one day.  All in good time,” he observed, and then continued his journey to the royal nursery to put her to bed.
Planetary Kings 7: Saturn
That's right, this ficlet series isn't dead!  Now, some of you may be asking, "why call him Titan?  Why not Kronos, which is his Greek name?  That's what you did with the others."  Well, there was a small problem - in the manga, it's flat out stated that Pluto's father is named Chronos.  I considered just using the different spellings and saying people sometimes got them confused, but in the end I thought it better to avoid the confusion altogether.  Calling him King Saturn sounded off, though, and eventually I settled on Titan.  And Yes, Princess Rhea is Hotaru in her past life.

Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, Viz, and probably others, none of whom are me.
King Titan is mine.

The rest of the series can be found here: nansjns.deviantart.com/gallery… Yes, there is a DBZ fic chapter there too; DA put it there and I can't figure out how to remove it.
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Wind Angel and Wind Racer dolls by NansJns
Wind Angel and Wind Racer dolls
So, I made Wind Angel and Wind Racer with a doll maker again; this time, with the correct wing colors and weapons! :D  Wind Angel and Wind racer belong to myself and :iconlatopazora: .  Their comic is still on hiatus as we tinker with the script.  Here's the doll maker I used: www.dolldivine.com/anime-coupl…
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**Edit**  Well, the vote is done, and my girls didn't move into the next level.  Phoo; maybe next time.  Thanks to anyone who voted for me!


Hi, everyone!  It's been a while, I know, but things have been busy around here.  I'll have a longer journal later to talk about my general state of affairs, but right now I want to let you all know that I have two entries in Flipline Studio's Customerpalooza contest!  The competition is to design a new character for their next game, and you can make up to three.  I have two so far, and I'd appreciate some votes!  Feel free to spread the word, too.  You don't need to be signed in to anything to vote, or even to create and submit a character of your own.  Just follow the links below:

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And yes, Carrie is my Sailor Sol ever-so-slightly tweaked!  I saw the cornrows in the hair choices, and went, "Why not!" :giggle:  Thank you for your support, guys!  More later!

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Intertwined 2 (cartoon) by NansJns
Intertwined 2 (cartoon)
A companion to the movie version of Intertwined I did with the X-Girls doll maker, this is the comic/cartoon version of her costume.  I'm still a little iffy on the colors; it's surprisingly hard to come up with a color combo that hasn't been done before and doesn't clash.  Some details are still the same - the belt, the earrings, the gloves and the mask - but those things would translate okay into the movie-style costumes anyway. 

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At Vegeta's command, the Saiyan army began to gather up their dead so that the bodies could be buried properly at the Saiyan colonies.  The remaining forces of the Kold Empire made no attempt to stop them.  Much to Vegeta's surprise, High General Nappa had survived the battle.  Noting her presence next to the prince, Nappa shot Bulma a brief, unhappy look, but otherwise kept his disapproving thoughts to himself.  The large Saiyan supervised the collection of the bodies of the royal family.  Kakkarot and Toma gently collected the bodies of Bardock, Okarana, and Raditz.
“You two,” Vegeta said, pointing at two able-bodied soldiers, “take the bodies of the Munotes and put them with the royal family.”
“Sire?” The soldiers gaped at him in surprise and he scowled.
“They are my family, too, and will be treated with all the respect that entails.  Now, MOVE IT!” Vegeta barked and the two soldiers jumped to work.
“Vegeta, I'm – I'm so sorry. . .” Bulma said to him quietly as they watched the bodies being carried away.  Tears blurred her vision for a moment and she wiped her eyes.  Vegeta remained still, holding his tears for when there would be no witnesses.
“They never should have been a part of this,” he said quietly.
“If you could ask them, I bet they wouldn't have changed a thing,” Bulma smiled sadly.
“I'll never be able to ask, will I?” Vegeta murmured back.  “I'm sorry, too, for the loss of Son Gohan.”
Bulma sniffled and wiped her eyes again, then a thought struck her and she smacked her forehead with her right palm.
“For a genius, I can be such an idiot!  Vegeta, the dragonballs!  We can bring them all back!” she said, suddenly jubilant.
“What?!” Vegeta said.  It took him a moment to remember the conversation on Kele's ship; so much had happened since then, and for him it was over a year ago.  Bulma took his confused silence as disbelief.
“When the balls reactivate in a year - less than year actually - we can wish back everyone who died here today!  Not our enemies, obviously, but your families and our friends and the rest of the Saiyans!” Bulma said, her eyes bright with hope, all sorrow evaporated.  When Vegeta didn't immediately respond, she gave him a small punch in the arm.  “I told you about them before, remember?  They can bring back the dead, we've done it before!  Just ask Krillin and Yamcha!”
“I do remember you telling me about the balls, now.  Yamcha and Krillin witnessed a return from the dead?” Vegeta asked, not sure what to think.
Bulma grinned.  “They are some of the ones we've brought back.  Krillin, Yamcha, c'mere!” Bulma called over to her friends, and the two men came over, Yamcha tucking a capsule containing Son Gohan's body carefully into his pocket.
“What is it, Bulma?” Krillin asked.
“Vegeta doesn't believe the dragonballs can bring back the dead,” Bulma explained.  “I thought some firsthand accounts would help convince him.”
“Oh, sure.  I was killed by one of Frieza's soldiers about five years ago.  The others used the dragonballs to bring me back,” Krillin said with a smile.  “I can still recall the afterlife vividly.  I spoke directly to King Yemma.  It's not something I want to do again anytime soon, mind you, but it wasn't so bad.”
“I died two years ago in a less-than-successful ambush.  Big ol' hole, right through my chest.  I remember the afterlife, too – it was. . .not exactly what I was expecting.  Three months later, the Eternal Dragon brought me back to life like nothing had ever happened,” Yamcha said, grinning.  “It works best if we have the bodies on hand, just so you know.”
“Trust me, Vegeta, this will work!  We just need to put all of the bodies in capsules to preserve them.  I think we have enough capsules on our ship, we just need to go get them,” Bulma said excitedly and Vegeta gave a faint nod as hope sprang up in his chest.  The Saiyans around them were whispering amongst themselves expectantly, having overheard the whole conversation.
“Yes, I think returning to your ship is an excellent idea,” Nappa suddenly cut in.  “Your Highness, the retrieval process is going well and should be completed within the hour.”
“Glad to hear it,” Vegeta said coolly.
“There will be a lot to do once we reach the colonies, starting with your coronation,” Nappa continued and Vegeta nodded.
“Coronation, huh?  I can't wait to see that,” Bulma said, her stare a direct challenge to the general.
“You will be back on your planet where you belong.  Don't think that just because you were a tiny bit useful in this fight that anything has changed -” Nappa started to say, only to stop when he realized dozens of Saiyan eyes were openly glaring at him.
“What are you talking about, General?” a voice called out.  “The Blue Lady is Prince Vegeta's bride, isn't she?”
“She stood up to Coola!  She wounded him!” another voice added.
“The Blue Lady saved our lives with those magic Earth beans!” said a third soldier.
“She's more than proved her worth!” said a fourth Saiyan.
“She isn't my bride yet,” Vegeta suddenly said and smirked at Nappa.  “But she soon will be!”
“And for the record, my name is Bulma!” Bulma threw in quickly.  Nappa was left to fume at the betrayal of his fellow Elites as Bulma and Vegeta went toward the royal flagship together.  Yamcha and Krillin were sent to find more capsules to gather up the remaining dead.

The three Saiyan colonies had been spread out over three different planets in a planned attempt to keep their occupants safe from Frieza, as locating one colony didn't necessarily mean that finding the other two would be as simple.  The total population of all three rested in the range of approximately 30,000; several thousand being born, of course, after Vegeta-sei's destruction.  Two-thirds of that number left their colonies to fight in the war, leaving behind those who were, for whatever reason, considered incapable of fighting.  Nearly 6,000 lives were lost in the battle, but the rumors of their incredible, potential return to life spread like wildfire throughout the colonies.  The initial news of the deaths of the king and queen was mourned greatly just as the word of Prince Vegeta’s restoration to the Saiyans was celebrated in equal measure.

That year, the Kukatoh bells were rung for hours to mark both the loss and the return.
Two months after the glorious defeat of the Kold Empire, the Saiyan colonies celebrated the combined wedding and coronation of the new King Vegeta and his human queen.  The celebration was large and memorable with everyone feasting and dancing long into the night.

With the Kold Empire gone, the Saiyans had no more reason to hide and Vegeta used his acquired position to begin reestablishing alliances, old and new, with which to trade and gain support.  To the bewilderment of many Saiyans, the new king also named Kakkarot Head General of the Interplanetary Forces, despite his low birth (though none could argue with the king’s decision when so many had witnessed the third-class warrior becoming a Super Saiyan), and offered space on the three colony worlds to the refugees of Mikusubodo-sei.  When questioned about this edict, Vegeta declared that he owed the Mikusubodo-jins a debt and he intended to pay it in full.  Since each world had an average of only 10,000 Saiyans, there was plenty of space to share, but there were still residual grumbles of discontent.  When the Mikusubodo-jins arrived, it became obvious the two races could reasonably share the worlds with minimal contact - and thus minimal conflict - between their people, and the Saiyans settled down.
In the meantime, Kakkarot and Chi-Chi had also wed, though in a much more intimate, and not quite as elaborate, ceremony.  While Kakkarot still had issues with the existing class system, he was adjusting well to living amongst his fellow Saiyans.  Chi-Chi’s forceful personality blended in with the Saiyans so well, most of them often forgot she wasn't a Saiyan herself, especially as her progressing pregnancy increased her appetite.  She, too, had wept openly at the news of the loss of Bardock, Okarana, Raditz, and Son Gohan, even knowing they could and would be brought back with the exception of Son Gohan, whom she reminded Bulma had been killed and returned once before.  The dragonballs could only return someone from the dead once, so he was beyond retrieval.  On Earth, they gave the brave, old man a fine funeral, which Kakkarot flew in to attend.  Eventually, Chi-Chi gave birth to a son and she and Kakkarot decided to honor Son Gohan’s memory by giving the baby his name.
It was probably the busiest year of Vegeta and Kakkarot's lives.

A month after little Gohan was born, Bulma received word from the Z-Fighters that they had finally rounded up all of the dragonballs.  Vegeta, Bulma, Kakkarot, Chi-Chi, and a fleet of ships set out for Earth at once.  The interiors of the ships were mostly unpopulated, manned only by a necessary few, but were thoroughly prepped and ready to bring back all of the revived Saiyans.  In his heart, Vegeta still had some doubts about whether the balls could do as Bulma had claimed, but he was willing to try.  Landing at the coordinates the Z-Fighters had earlier sent to them, they found themselves in a large, open field.  The Z-Fighters were waiting to greet them, with the enormous Ox-King nearly bowling over several of them in his rush to see Chi-Chi and his new grandson.
“Hey, Bulma!  How's royal life treating you?” Krillin called out with a wave.  Bulma laughed and waved back
“Pretty well, thanks!” she said.
“So, where are these dragonballs?” Vegeta asked before he saw the glint of orange in the grass.     The shiny orbs weren't very large, each of them just big enough to fill the average-sized hand, and were bright orange with red stars, numbering one through seven, floating in their centers.
“So, shall we get started?” Bulma asked as capsules popped open around her with as many of the bodies as could be retrieved.  She walked up to the balls with a smirk, and took a deep breath.
“Arise, Eternal Dragon Shenlong!  Grant us our wish!” she intoned and the sky immediately darkened with heavy clouds.  The balls pulsed with light and lightning filled the sky.  As the stunned Saiyans watched in open-mouthed disbelief, a beam of light shot out from each ball, swirling and combining into one pulsing beam, before forming a huge, green-scaled dragon with red, glowing eyes.
The creature bowed its horned head downward and its voice boomed across the sky: “I am the eternal dragon, Shenlong.  What is your wish?”
“We wish that all of the Saiyans and the Munote family who died on Aisu-sei Prime be returned to life!” Bulma answered.  Vegeta stared wide-eyed, as possibilities began to run through his head; he made a mental note to ask Bulma about the dragon's full capabilities and limitations later.
Shenlong rumbled thoughtfully for a second before saying, “King Vegeta is not certain he should return.”
“What?” Vegeta gasped.
“He says his son has been crowned the new king and he doesn't want to cause confusion as to who should reign,” Shenlong explained, one ear apparently attuned to the spirit world.
Vegeta mulled this thought over in his mind a few times.  It was a valid point, he had to admit.  “If he was alive, would he want to be king again, or would he let me keep the crown?” Vegeta asked.  Shenlong went quiet for a moment.
“He says you've done well so far; he would let you have it -” Shenlong paused, as if he wasn't sure of the next phrase, “and all the headaches that go with it.”
“Then we could make a declaration that I am the king and he could be my royal adviser,” Vegeta offered.  Shenlong listened for King Vegeta's response.
“Your wish is granted!” Shenlong boomed, his red eyes blazing with light.  A moment later, voices filled the air as the revived dead began to sit up and exclaim in surprise and delight at their restored bodies.  Kakkarot and Chi-Chi were immediately flanked by Bardock, Okarana, and Raditz.  “Farewell!” Shenlong called out, right before separating into seven beams of light and vanishing back into the balls.  The Saiyans then watched in wonder as the balls lifted into the air and shot out into seven different directions.
“That happens every time?” Kakkarot asked Chi-Chi.
“Yes, and the balls turn to stone before they land.  That's why we can't find them with the dragon radar until they reactivate the following year,” Chi-Chi explained as Gohan began to fuss in her arms.
“I don't suppose you'd care to tell us how we all came back from dead?” Bardock cut into their conversation.
“How long have we been gone?  Is this your son, Kakkarot?” Okarana asked, gazing at little Gohan.
“And where are we?  What happened to Frieza?” Raditz added.  “And what is that insignia on your armor?”
“Wait, that's the High General's insignia!  How-?!” Bardock sputtered in surprise.
Kakkarot laughed and began explaining everything that had happened after they had all separated in the escape pods.

“Big Brother Geta!” Tammibo cried out in joy as she flung herself at Vegeta.  A bodyguard started to move to block her, but Vegeta knocked him aside, all in the blink of an eye. As Tammibo threw her arms around Vegeta,  the rest of the Munotes crowded around, all talking at once.  The Saiyans stared at the unseemly breech of royal protocol in barely concealed distaste.
“How is this possible?” Durama asked elatedly.
“Vegeta, we're so proud of you!” Harpena cried.  He had obviously defeated Frieza or he wouldn't still be alive.
“Wait. . . is that the royal medallion you always talked about?  Oh my Kami, you're a king now, aren't you?” Sasu said as he sized up his little brother and saw what all he was wearing.
“The last thing I remember seeing before Other World is a flash of gold light. . .” Fululy said before a silence fell over the group.
The soldiers had snapped to immediate attention when they saw King Vegeta and Queen Lesessu approaching their son.  Much to the shock of everyone around them, the King and Queen simply joined the celebratory throng around Vegeta, not the least bit concerned with the presence of the alien family fussing about their son. The Munotes stepped aside a bit to allow King Vegeta and Queen Lesessu to reach Vegeta, and he found himself embraced yet again.
“I've missed you so much, my son!” Lesessu said by his ear.
“I suppose I should introduce you,” Vegeta said, motioning toward the Munotes.
“No need.  We had several long talks in the other world,” King Vegeta answered.  “I can't say I agree with everything they did, but what's done is done.”
“Oh?” Vegeta said in surprise then cleared his throat.  “I suppose that makes things easier.  There is still one introduction needed, however.  This is my queen, Bulma,” he said, and Bulma stepped forward and nodded respectfully.
“I'm very pleased to meet you,” she said, bowing deferentially to her royal in-laws.
“And you,” King Vegeta said, adding a smirk very much like his son’s as he added, “are the famous ‘Blue Lady’.”
“I am NEVER going to live that down, am I?!” Vegeta snapped and they all started laughing, even the guards.
“No, you're not,” King Vegeta chortled.
“Just one question – none of you knew about the Eternal Dragon, so how were you talking to him?” Bulma asked quickly.  She had heard so many voices exclaiming in surprise and confusion at being alive again that the earlier conversation was puzzling her – and if there was one thing Bulma's brilliant mind hated, it was an unsolved puzzle.
“The dragon spoke to me, somehow – I don't know how he knew about me or our situation, but he inquired if I wanted to come back,” King Vegeta explained and Queen Lesessu nodded as well.
“Fascinating creature, that Shenlong; you'll need to tell me more about him,” Vegeta observed.
“Just remember, we don't want to get greedy with the wishes; Shenlong doesn't like that,” Bulma answered knowingly.  Vegeta made a small sound in displeasure, but didn't drop his ideas entirely.
“All right then, I suppose we should make ready to return home,” Vegeta said.  “There's still a lot of work to do.”
“Oh, that's right. . .we have to find a new home,” Harpena said, her shoulders sagging.
“With everything that’s happened, I almost forgot about Mikusubodo-sei,” Durama said, also downcast.
“It's all right,” Vegeta said.  “The Mikusubodo-jins are sharing our colony planets now.  You're coming with us.”
“What?  Since when -?!” King Vegeta started as the Munotes rejoiced, but his wife's hand on his arm silenced him.
“A man, especially a king, who pays his debts, should be respected,” she said, and King Vegeta grunted.  There was much he would have to get used to, it seemed.
Vegeta gave his birth father his trademark smirk.  “The universe has changed in the last year.  And you already abdicated your throne, so I suggest you start learning to adjust now.”
“I suppose that I have no choice in the matter,” King Vegeta said with a sigh.
“Hey, you may like some of the changes we’ve made.  We've been diligently working to revive some old traditions and restore some of the Saiyans' original culture,” Bulma said brightly and was pleased to see the old king and queen perk up.  “Kele's artifacts and research were a real boon.”
“Who?” Queen Lesessu asked.
“We'll tell you about him on the way back.  We should arrive in time to begin preparing for this year’s Kukatoh festivities,” Vegeta said as the honor guard flanked them and led the royal family back to the flagship.  Bulma and Chi-Chi bid quick goodbyes to their human friends before they set out with their families and the Z-Fighters watched the numerous Saiyan ships lift back into the sky and fly away.


EPILOGUE
7 Years Later – The Last Night of Kukatoh

The summers on New Vegeta-sei were not nearly as sweltering as the ones on the original, but the Saiyans kept to the tradition of staying inside, fasting and praying, until sunset.  The entire population of Saiyans flocked to the capital planet for the holidays. Once the Kukatoh bells were rung, ushering the festivities, the streets quickly became very crowded.  The Saiyan population had boomed in the last seven years, now that there was no threat of discovery.  There were more children than could be easily fit into the plaza for the traditional Children's Dance.  Gohan tried to use this to his advantage by intentionally dragging his feet, thinking that if he lollygagged long enough, he wouldn't have to get into the circles to dance.  Bardock laughed at the familiarity of it all.  Kakkarot and Chi-Chi's second child, Goten, at the bright age of two, was too little to join in the dance.  
The traditional gowns and robes were worn by all, each reveler wearing at least one of the ever-tinkling Kukatoh bells on their person.  The ancient bell Kele had discovered, along with everything else he'd been transporting, was now housed in a museum.  Many of the visiting celebrants made a point to see it at least once during the five nights of Kukatoh.  The city showed a marked change from the sorts of buildings common in the Kold Empire to a newer style that was distinctly Saiyan, although domed roofs remained a popular shape for most.
Unlike before, however, when aliens were forbidden from being anywhere near the world during the five holy nights, now a small number of Mikusubodo-jins and humans walked alongside the Saiyans on the streets.  The Z-fighters and the Briefs had come to visit and Ox-King had immigrated to New Vegeta-sei six years ago to be closer to his family.  The Mikusubodo-jins had become curious about their neighbors' celebrations over the years and, out of respect for the Saiyans' defeat of the Kold Empire, some Mikusubodo-jins asked if they too could join in the Kukatoh holiday.  Vegeta had, not surprisingly, permitted this, over the objections of some of his council.  The general public wasn't initially thrilled by the inclusion of the outworlders, but adjusted quickly.  They had, after all, already embraced a human queen and now, a half-human prince.

In the royal palace, Vegeta and Bulma dressed a fidgety, purple-haired, four-year-old Prince Trunks for his place in the Children's Dance as his royal grandparents watched and chuckled.
“Mom! This armor's heavy!” the little prince complained.
“It's not that heavy and you know it,” Bulma scolded gently.  “Just hold still a moment more.”
“I know you don't want to dance, but it will be over soon enough,” Vegeta said.
“You've done well in practice, grandson – just remember your steps and you'll be fine,” the old king said jovially, enjoying a sense of nostalgia and a touch of déjà-vu at all of the goings-on.
Prince Trunks looked up at them defiantly.  “I'm not scared of dancin' – I wanna dance!  But do I hafta wear this?” he asked, tugging yet again at his armor.  His parents and grandparents looked impressed for a moment before answering.
“It's tradition, son,” Vegeta said with an amused smile. “Trust me, you'll get used to it.”
“Now, it's almost time, so let's get your cape on,” Bulma said, wrapping the thick red cloth around her little son's shoulders.  The clasp of the cape was shaped like the royal symbol and made of reinforced voanium and from it dangled a Kukatoh bell.  “There!” Bulma beamed. “All ready!”
“All my grandpas and grandmas and everyone will be there too, right?” Trunks asked as he took Bulma's hand and they started toward the door.
“Of course, they will,” Bulma said with a smile.
“Some of them have an important part, too,” Vegeta said with a slight smirk.

The royal family sat on their raised dais amongst the crowd and watched as the children took their places in concentric circles around the stage on which little Trunks also stood.  The crowd, as always, stayed five feet back, parents whispering encouragement to their children.  To one side sat the Munotes, instruments at the ready, to play the music for the dance as they had for all the important dances for that Kukatoh and for every Kukatoh in the past seven years.  They all gazed with open pride at Trunks, who was dancing for the first time.  At an unseen cue, the music began, and the children began to dance and sing.  Trunks went through his practiced moves with relish, but Bulma noticed that Vegeta's gaze occasionally slipped away from the dancing children and towards the members in the band.
“You miss playing with them, don't you?” she whispered softly.
“Sometimes,” Vegeta grunted then softened slightly. “Sometimes, I miss the music,” he admitted, looking again with unadulterated pride at his son.  
Bulma patted his arm sympathetically before leaning in so that no one else could hear her words.  “I would love to listen to you sing ‘Blue Lady’ to me in private. . . anytime you’d like to.”
Vegeta turned his head slightly and caught her somewhat mischievous, yet loving, wink.  A slight smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “I might just take you up on that, my queen,” he whispered back before returning his full attention to the performing children before him.  
As the whole crowd raised their voices and began to sing along with the familiar refrain, Vegeta and Bulma quietly joined in:

“Kukatoh, strength, honor, and pride
These things we always carry inside
The way may be dark, the path unclear
But never give way to doubt and fear
Just remember this word when you’re alone
And it will always lead you home!”

THE END
The Ways of the Saiyans Finale
And here it is, the rest of chapter 14 and the epilogue!  It was a long, strange journey to get here, and I hope it was worth it for everyone!  Enjoy!
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**Edit**  Well, the vote is done, and my girls didn't move into the next level.  Phoo; maybe next time.  Thanks to anyone who voted for me!


Hi, everyone!  It's been a while, I know, but things have been busy around here.  I'll have a longer journal later to talk about my general state of affairs, but right now I want to let you all know that I have two entries in Flipline Studio's Customerpalooza contest!  The competition is to design a new character for their next game, and you can make up to three.  I have two so far, and I'd appreciate some votes!  Feel free to spread the word, too.  You don't need to be signed in to anything to vote, or even to create and submit a character of your own.  Just follow the links below:

Bronwyn: www.flipline.com/kcp15/30427

Carrie: www.flipline.com/kcp15/32175

And yes, Carrie is my Sailor Sol ever-so-slightly tweaked!  I saw the cornrows in the hair choices, and went, "Why not!" :giggle:  Thank you for your support, guys!  More later!

*~*Nans*~*


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Rhiannon Tyra
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United States
Current Residence: California, Reality 36BX
Favourite genre of music: Filk
Favourite photographer: Never even thought about it.
Favourite style of art: Ummmm. . .
Operating System: Windows Vista - curse it all. . .
MP3 player of choice: Real player and Windows media
Shell of choice: My own little shell, it's quite cozy...
Wallpaper of choice: Fanart
Skin of choice: Nothing interesting.
Favourite cartoon character: Vegeta, Goku, Trunks, Sailor Moon, Hotohori, Tsume, Inuyasha, Ed and Al Elric.
Personal Quote: "Sarcasm is but one of the many services we offer!"
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Thanks so much for the fave!!! Mamoru Turn Icon
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My pleasure; you're take on the DBZ guys is great! :D :drool:
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