DISCLAIMER: I WILL SAY THIS ONCE AND ONLY ONCE. THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FAN-FICTIN ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE, WHEREAS THE RACES OF THE SAIYA-JINS AND THE DRAGONBALLS BELONG TO AKIRA TORIYAMA ALONE.
Prologue
Relcon Station, Universal Year 6558, Earth Year 13,508
6:25 AM
Light poured into the room, dimmed and filtered by the curtains over the window. With a yawn, and in response to the blaring alarm clock, a young man sits up on a single person cot. His midnight black hair, long and wild, is even more disheveled this morning, and he rubs the sleep from his eyes as he stands. Briefly, he touches a large bandage wrapped about his chest, then moves to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he steps into the sonic shower.
When he finished, he stepped out, and toweled himself dry, then pulled on his boots and black pants, loose and baggy, and a black, sleeveless shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, and tied back the majority of it with a leather thong, then grabbed a black jacket, and threw it on as he grabbed his gloves and belt, and left the room.
He was already late.
Relcon Station, Universal Year 6558, Earth Year 13,508
7:00 AM
Her fingers blurred across the keyboard as she finished her third report of the day. Her long silver hair was plaited into a single braid, and her serious blue eyes were fixed on the computer screen. Without looking up, she spoke to the man behind her. As an Amsteadian, her mental abilities branched into many fields. It was rare for one of them to be that powerful, that they could effect things from a mile away, and still have the mental capacity to slam you onto your back a mile in the other direction while sitting down and sipping a cup of tea held with mental hands.
"You're late, as usual." She reprimanded him. Her voice sounded like a soft-struck bell.
She could feel his amusement. "If I'm always late, why do you always tell me?"
She had expected the response. "Somebody has too."
He shrugged, and walked past her, to sit at the other side of the desk, at his own terminal. As he reached for the power button, the system blinked to life. Now he scowled as she smiled. "Why must you always do that Liliana?" he asked.
"I'm getting even." She said, saving the finished report.
Relcon Station, Universal Year 6558, Earth Year 13,508
7:15 AM
Colonel Jendrec Meslit, late of the Remsteth Unified Army and now the owner, at least on paper, of the Meslit Transport Company, watched this morning routine over his own. A steaming cup of coffee. He peered at it. Coffee was an odd invention, made by humans, and now shipped across the universe. He was rather fond of it however, much as he disliked humans. He took a swallow of it, delighted at the taste.
A window popped up on his computer, and he glanced at it, then tapped the symbol. A requisition form opened, and he surveyed it.
A requisition for two mercenaries to the planet of Earth. He scowled. He hated humans, and had hated them since they had tried to wipe his people from the universe, simply so they could have more land. Except for their coffee, they were a species without any redeeming qualities whatsoever. He scowled again, then forwarded it to his unofficial employer, Varstith, another Remsteth.
So far as anybody knew, Varstith had no last name. Even Varstith was rumoured to be a fake name, assumed to keep authorities away.
Another symbol appeared, and he touched it as well. The requisition had been approved, and he smiled.
He knew who to send on this run.
Jendrec looked over at the young man who was still bantering with Liliana, and motioned for him to come over.
As he stood, Jendrec leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of his coffee, and smiled. The cooks had gotten it right today. Not to cold, not to hot, and a perfect balance of sugar and cream.
Perfect.
His dark eyes appraised the young Saiyan approaching him. He was tall, maybe about six feet, unusual for a Saiyan, and he was of a medium build. His black eyes looked like they could cut steel without him exercising his power, and his hair was a midnight black, wild and spiky at the brow line, extending backwards in spiky sweeps to the point where it was tied off with a plain leather thong. Beyond that, his hair fell to the middle of his back. It was almost as long as Liliana's.
When the man arrived, Jendrec smiled. "Reign, late again?"
