The Chronicles of an Equestrian Saiyan

“Mother?”

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“Mother?”

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”Mother!”

Celestia awoke with a start, her eyes quickly scanning the room. She looked over and saw her son, Astral Comet. He was standing next to the bed, dressed in his trademark midnight-blue pants that were held up by a sunset-orange sash. His tail was swishing with excitement, and his long, spiky black hair was tied back in a ponytail.

“What is it, Astral?” she moaned, still in the process of waking up.

“Come on, Mother!” whined Astral. “You said that if I got you out of bed early, than you would help me with my magic lessons! Remember?”

Celestia looked down at Astral. “Yes, yes, I remember. Give Mommy a minute, and then I’ll be down to help, okay?”

“Okay!” Astral said, dashing out of the room.

Celestia slowly crawled out of bed and made her way downstairs. It was too early to be raising the sun; she didn’t need to look at a clock to know that. But it wasn’t the sun that concerned her right now. It was her son that worried her.

It had been hard to deal with at first. When she first learned that her son had less talent with magic than even an average Unicorn, she knew that her work was cut out for her. She had never instructed anypony so untalented in magic. The thought of her son being unable to use magic was unbearable, so she had come up with a solution; to teach him every morning, before the sun rose.

But the solution had started to create problems for the Princess. For one thing, she couldn’t get as much rest as she needed, so she started dozing off during court. This, of course, had only created more problems for her, problems that she didn’t want to think about this early of a morning.

When Celestia arrived in the courtyard, she saw Astral staring up into the sky, a hypnotic look on his face. She looked to see the still-night sky, the full moon casting a soft light across the courtyard.

Her eyes snapped back to Astral when he began to cry out loudly, his screams sounding like a mix of pain and agony. She watched in horror as her son began to grow in size, his clothes ripping apart as he grew. His body grew fur all over, and his eyes turned blood-red as his face contorted and twisted, a large maw, filled with fangs, growing out.

When he was done, Astral had turned into an enormous ape, roaring out in fury. He promptly started to try to smash the castle. But Celestia’s horn lit up, erecting a barrier around the courtyard. Astral began raining blows on the barrier, attempting to break it.

Celestia looked at the sight with fear. I don’t understand! she thought to herself. How did he transform in the first place? She looked up at the sky, trying to figure out why her son had suddenly become a giant, raging ape.

Suddenly, it hit her. That’s it! It must be the moon! I remember reading on creatures that undergo changes in the light of the full moon. Maybe if I lower it… No sooner than the thought entered her mind, she began lowering the moon, and raising the sun.

As the sun came up, Astral roared out, his body beginning to revert to its normal state. When his transformation was complete, he collapsed on the ground, panting hard. Celestia ran to his side, putting new clothes on him with her magic. Once he caught his breath, he looked up at his mother.

“I’m sorry, Mother!” he said, wrapping his arms around her foreleg, sobbing.

Celestia began rubbing Astral’s back with her free hoof. “Ssh, it’s okay, Astral. Are you ok?”

He nodded. “Yeah, i’m fine,” he sniffled, “But when I was like that… The only thing I could think was ‘kill’ and ‘destroy’.”

“Well, you're alright now,” Celestia said softly. “Tell you what. How about we not worry about your magic lesson today? We’ll take a little stroll around Canterlot instead.”

Astral shook his head. “No way! I’m not going to let something like this get me down! Come on, Mother! Let’s do this!”

Astral stood up and looked into his mother’s eyes with fierce determination. Celestia sighed. “Alright,” she said, “Let’s try something simple. I want you to levitate this ball.”

In front of Celestia materialized a bright red ball. Astral nodded, and extended his hand out towards it, his brows furrowed. A dim, sky-blueish glow began to flicker around his hand, as well as the ball. The ball began to slowly levitate into the air. It rose about five inches from the ground, then dropped. Astral collapsed onto the ground, his breath coming out ragged.

“Are you alright?” Celestia asked quickly.

Astral stood up after a minute. “I’m fine,” he called, “I just needed to take a breather.”

The rest of the morning continued on, with Astral succeeding in lifting the ball ten inches off the ground- a new record for him.

“I’m very proud of you today, Astral,” said Celestia, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

Astral chuckled. “Thanks, Mother,” he said. “Where’s Sunset? Shouldn’t we have seen her by now?”

Celestia’s face changed to a look of concern. “I believe she’s at school right now, Astral. You won’t be able to see her until later.”

“Aww,” whined Astral. “But I wanted to show her how far I got today.”

“I know,” said Celestia. Suddenly, a thought came to her. “I do need to talk to her today about her friendship skills… again. Tell you what, Astral. Meet me and Sunset later today at the crystal mirror, okay?”

Astral looked at his mother with excitement. “Okay, Mother!” he shouted. He began running out of the courtyard, then stopped and turned around. “Is it okay if I go play with Cadance and Shining until then?”

Celestia chuckled. “Of course it is. Have fun, Astral. But don’t get too rough, okay?”

“I won’t!” Astral called. “See you later!”

As he dashed out of the courtyard, Celestia gave a huge sigh. “Now comes the worst part of the day… court duties.”

As Astral made his way outside the castle, he was suddenly stopped by a young colt about his age, and he sighed as he recognised who it was. Prince Blueblood.

“What do you want, Blueblood?” asked Astral in frustration.

Blueblood huffed at him indignantly. “What I want,” he said, “is for you to start addressing me as ‘Prince Blueblood’, as you should be. After all, I was born into royalty. Can you say the same for yourself, Prince Astral?”

Astral stood there in shock. His head fell, knowing that Blueblood was right. He couldn’t say that he was related to his mother in the slightest. He knew he was adopted; it wasn’t something that was kept a secret. But for Blueblood to have the nerve to remind him of the fact set something inside him on fire.

The next thing Blueblood knew, he was laid out on the marble floor, unconscious and bleeding from his nose. As Astral walked out of the castle, he muttered, “You're lucky that I don’t do more to you. You deserve far worse than that.”

Astral began wandering the castle grounds, looking for Cadance. He began calling for her, but no one answered. “Maybe she’s not here today,” Astral said, shrugging. He walked back into the castle, where he met with two guards.

“Hey, guys,” greeted Astral, “Would either of you know where I can find the crystal mirror?”

One of the guards pointed with their staff down a hallway.

“Thanks!” said Astral, beginning to make his way to the hall. One of the guards stopped him.

“Did you knock out Prince Blueblood, Prince Astral?” the guard asked.

“Yeah,” said Astral, “What of it?”

“Nothing,” said the guard, raising his spear. “Carry on.”

Astral ran down the hall, smirking to himself. Heh, I saw the looks on their faces. Seems like they like Blueblood about as much as I do!

Sunset Shimmer was feeling pretty good about herself today. She had single-handedly passed her mid-terms without a hitch, which was no surprise, considering that she was Princess Celestia’s personal student. When Celestia called for her, she thought that she would receive even more praise from her teacher.

But that wouldn’t be the case.

As the two began trotting down a long hallway, Celestia addressed her student. “Sunset Shimmer,” she began, “I have heard that you’re not getting along well with the other students- We’ve talked about the fact that personal relationships…”

Sunset scoffed. “Personal relationships? Who needs anypony? The most important thing in life is to be the best.”

Celestia sighed. “We’ve talked about friendship and its importance before,” she said, “And we’ve discussed that you need to start opening yourself up to new friends. And remember that talk we had about humility?”

Sunset rolled her eyes. ”I remember how boring it was.”

The two passed through a set of large double doors. Inside was a large room that held a tall, crystal mirror. Sunset also noticed that Astral was in the room as well.

“What’s he doing in here?” asked Sunset in a condescending tone.

“That will come later,” Celestia said. “Now, look into this mirror and tell me what you see.”

“A beautiful pony that has nothing but power and potential,” Sunset said, admiring her reflection.

Celestia sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. “Care to try that again with our talk about humility taken into account?” she asked.

Sunset gazed into the mirror. “I see a pony who isn’t powerful enough. Somepony who could be great, powerful…” The mirror reflected back to her an image of herself as an Alicorn. “Somepony that could rule Equestria.”

“Hmm, interesting,” muttered Celestia. She than spoke up, “How about you, Astral? What do you see?”

Astral stepped up to the crystal mirror. “I see… Somepony who has potential, but could never reach it on their own.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow at her son. “Oh?”

Astral continued. “I see somepony who could rule Equestria, but they wouldn’t be able to do it alone. They would have friends by their side to help them along the way. That’s what I see, Mother.”

Celestia smiled. “Thank you, Astral. Now, Sunset,” she said, turning her attention to her student, “This will be the next part of your training. I want you to help educate and teach Astral how to use magic.”

Sunset’s pupils shrank. “What?! But, Celestia, why me?!”

“Because, unfortunately, Astral seems to be having trouble learning magic, and with my duties, I’m afraid I just don’t have the time or patience to help him. That is why I’m entrusting you with teaching him magic.”

“This is so unfair!” cryed Sunset.

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Furthermore,” she continued, “I am also sending you away from Canterlot. You and Astral shall be staying in the Everfree Forest.”

“Could this get any worse?” whined Sunset.

“Never say that!” said Astral. “It could always get worse!”

“I don’t see how,” said Sunset.

“Oh, you’ll see,” said Celestia, “Soon enough.”