~*Returning to Vegeta once more*~
Prologue
Not so long ago, my family and I lived in a dynasty full of honor, battles and palaces. We were the Royal family of Planet Vegeta. Our power over the control of the planet had already lasted for 20000 years, me being the 20000e queen. Some will recognize me now, and some not, we're almost forgotten, the King and Queen only a Myth. A Myth, but behind every story, fairytale or myth there is a truth and hope, just like in this story.
In the time that I was Queen, and had all the power over the Planet, happy years came and passed. But the most happiest year, and also the saddest, I remember. The family existed from that time out of my parents, grown old but yet still powerful. Me, the Queen of Planet Vegeta, and Ryokin, King of New Planet. Our twin sons, Vegeta, heir of Planet Vegeta and Veruco, heir of New Plant. And my daughter Beku, our youngest and most happiest princes of Planet Vegeta. That year Thyas, the last son of Bardock, and Beku were getting married. An eventful family business, although I did not think that it would have became as grand as the marriage of Ryokin and me, but then again, how could? I was the Heir of Planet Vegeta, who would marry and become Queen in one day. A great Ball was being planned that year, because my first Granddaughter, Ryoko, had become four, and that my second grandchild was born as well. Kakaro Dunami, named after me. And we had a marriage of course. I tend to forget those things, maybe because they are in my mind useless if you really love each other.
Owh, how I remember that day. It was in the biggest Hall of the Palace, and it was all decorated. With flowers, light and beautiful colors. You must know that Planet Vegeta is mostly parted into sections. It is hard to control a whole Planet, it's easier when you have three other leaders to help you. President Roma, President Hafag, and President Glimm where also present at that night. And with all the guests they brought, I thought that the palace was going to blow, like it had done so many times in the past and present. It would have been rebuild anyway. The only thing I did not liked was that I had to wear 'The Royal Armor' again, the only thing I could not forbid as Queen. Traditions, Traditions... In my mind traditions are to be broken. But my dad insisted. Queen of a Planet and still relying on her father. How sad. The armor is still heavy, red-white, and has a huge dark red cloak. Blue pants and shirts under it. Poor me, poor family. They all had to wear them, accept the little Kakaro Dunami, lucky her.
The music was playing; I was sitting in my seat above all others near the end of the Hall. And of course, at some point people had to stare at me. Bardock was standing right besides me, but I doubt he would have heard me if I would have said something that night, he was kind of distracted in that time. Ryokin was 'dancing' with his little granddaughter Ryoko, swirling around was more the word. Funny how a big, tall fighting brute could be so gentle and happy with a small child. Ryoko, being only four and already trained by her grandfather, I wasn't so happy about it. Can't keep a Blacktail from fighting. Beku and Thyas were probably somewhere, and Vegeta and Veruco... I'm sure they tried to make some havoc, or else they would have marveled at their second niece. I could see my father and mother talking to one of the presidents I myself had assigned, probably about the region the president ruled. Everything was so well, everything was prefect. I still can hear my little granddaughter yell. "Common grandma, come here and dance with me." Tugging at my cloak to pursue me. I laughed at her and stood up, glancing Bardock for a moment who smiled weakly, after all it was his grandchild to. Had to be the weirdest part for my account. He was a far nephew of mine, somewhere in the line of my great-grandfather. And still, many generations later his son and my daughter were married again. From friends like we always were to father and mother in law. Can you imagine the strange feeling?
I was about to 'dance' with the little Saiyan when the doors swung open. And guess who, Rasban came in, Rasban. I thought I demolished his pride and power over this planet but I was wrong. For anyone who will read this and does not know our history. Rasban is a rebel, bound to get me of the throne and even worse, get me killed. He was one of a few Saiyans who hated the monarchy, our rule over the Red Planet. But because I still had to much power over the Saiyans of the Three Planets he could not do anything, only pursue Saiyans that I was useless, that I lied to them and that I was better of dead. Only few believed them. Luckily. But that night was not our lucky night, lightly said.
"What do you want Rasban!?" I asked menacing, asking myself who was the stupid one who let him in. "You know what I want Kakaro." I swirled around, looking for guards; I did not want to fight with Rasban with all of these people. "I want you dead!!" His harsh voice startled Ryoko for a moment, but then, as a true Vegeta should do, she stood before me. "No!" She said. "You won't kill my grandmother!" I simply grabbed her cloak and tossed her to Ryokin, who was catching her easily. "Go away Rasban, this is not your night." He laughed. "But it is Kakaro!! Within fourteen days your whole family will be dead if you do not answer this offer!" I narrowed my eyes. What did he want? "You'll give up your power of the Red Planet and only live as the fabulous Queen with no power, just to ease the pain of the people, and let us, as true Rulers rule the planet!" "Or else my family will be dead in fourteen days?" I chuckled, not threatened at all by his appearance. "Yes, fourteen days Kakaro, we'll see if you really love your family!" He turned around and walked away, I signed to the guards to catch him and kill him, but I think he found a secret passage through the palace because 'he never left.' I finished that evening like nothing had happened. But worry still remained, I did not knew how powerful Rasban was, and what if he was powerful? Powerful enough to throw me of my throne, what then? I chose to ignore, it was the simplest decision in that time. I was the Queen of Vegeta, I did not know fear. Oh, but I feared.
Fourteen days passed, and I ignored Rasban. To my relatives, I'm sorry, I did not know better, I did what I thought was right. It was a dark night, no moon and no stars. Beku brought the children to bed, and Thyas was probably eating in the kitchen. I was, as usual training in one of the many rooms of the palace, Ryokin was with me. "What do you think?" "Humph?" "About Rasban? What if he's telling the truth?" "He's not." I paused for moment, jumping back on my feet. "He has no power behind his words, he needs numerous of Saiyans to overthrow me." Ryokin sighed. "True, but what if he has numerous Saiyans to help him?" I sighed. "Then, Ryokin, I don't know. Then I'll ask myself if I failed as a Queen." "You did not." He said with a stunning kindness, which always surprised me.
"I think Rasban can pursue a lot of people. Only with his fake promises." I nodded. "I'm afraid of what is going to happen tonight if he is true." "Me too." The Big Blacktail sighed. "Me too." With a huge smile Cacari came in. "Hello, my grand-grand-grand what so ever niece! Worrying again? I don't, Rasban has no power behind his grasp. When he strikes, we will strike first!" Cacari is, strangely enough, more the 19000 years old. Wonder why she lived? She once was the Queen of Vegeta, although she killed the King for it, the people resisted her and almost killed her as well. Years later she came back to Vegeta, as a spirit, and she took over my body. A long story, and finally when she was beaten she was put into my sword Prik. Later we wished her back, needing her help, and as a 'reward' of her good deeds we gave her a body. Isn't that nice? I still don't like her.