Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles ❯ Duty ( Chapter 12 )

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Duty
 
He could almost hear it as he watched.

Old hide drums pounding out a cacophony into the night in the village he grew up in. Drums joined by whistling pipes and stamping feet and a low murmuring of song. Age morphed the music into the more formal, practiced, militaristic sounds of the capital. The noises of home, celebrating Saiyan might with each victory, each birth, each marriage, and each passing phase if the moon. Music he'd never hear again.

Until he watched the small prince fight, heard the whisperings of their ancestors through the boy, and he knew his duty.