---Prologue---
A long time ago, on Vegetasei, there existed a race of aliens called Saiya-jins. These creatures were human-like in appearance, with the exception of their abnormally spikey hair and long furry monkey-like tails. They existed under their own heirarchy, which existed under an even higher one, which was ruled by Lord Frieza, a lizard-like devil who had no mercy.
The Saiya-jin monarchy is quite similar to that of humans'. There was a king and a prince, but the rest of the classes were somewhat different. Since the Saiya-jins economy is based on fighting, the classes are based on strength at birth. Royalty is the strongest, followed by elites, then first class, and finally second.
Rule under King Vegeta was harsh, but Frieza was murder - almost quite literally. Should one disobey Frieza, they'd be killed on the spot without a second thought shed. Although Saiya-jins had to obey rule under these two leaders, they followed some who held a higher rank: the Gods of the Saiya-jin race.
One would say these gods were similar to the Earthen Roman or Greek gods, because there are so many, and they have their own title. Each god represents an element in their everyday lives, and each of those are under rule of one overseer god, Infr-sama. Sometimes, but very rare, will a god come down to Vegetasei to wreak havoc on the mortals who disobey them.
This is a story when the God of Life and Death decided the king was taking over for him unnecessarily.
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Servants running around in the corridors, handmaidens rushing cloths into the rooms, and bodyguards storming the castle. Something was wrong with the King, and everyone inside was concerned. He was dreadfully ill, and yet there was no culprit. There were no symptoms to blame, no retching, nor a change in skin color or temperature. There was no injury that was infected, no bruises, nor any seen physical ailment, other than great weakness. King Vegeta couldn't walk by himself, let alone train with his son. On days he used too much of his chi, he'd sleep in the next day to the extent that the servants feared he died in his sleep. This day was ultimately different.
"GET OUT!" yelled the irritated king. All of the comotion was making him more tired than he already was, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Instantly, the servants and handmaidens dropped the things they were holding and fled for safety. No one wanted to be in the king's way once he was angered. There could be a mistake, and someone innocent could die. Once everyone was gone, the room was silent for a few minutes. Finally, the king could relax.
"It's a nice way to die, without anyone seeing you. It's quite a luxury," said a voice from a corner of the room. The king jerked, startled, and looked to the voice's source. Sitting on a servant's stool, ever so casually, was Kakarrotto, the Saiya-jin God of Life and Death. The king's eyes widened and he backed away, into his headboard.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he demanded. The god's eyebrow raised.
"That's such a pointless question. I should kill you even slower," he paused, "just to make you suffer for that." Beads of sweat fell down the ruler's face, and even his tail, which had been motionless for weeks, was shaking. "I have come to finish what I started and take over for you as king."
"I-I can't let you..." The king's voice was pathetically weak, and Kakarrotto ignored that. He was busy flicking dust off of his staff, which could compete with the Grim Reaper's. It was long and a rich, dark brown, and at the end, close to where he held it, there was a long, curved blade. He used this staff to extract souls from his victims, and even so it looked as clean as it did the day it was made. The god stood up and sighed.
"I'm getting bored with waiting. I want this kingdom and I want it now." He pointed the staff at the king, scythe-end away from him, and shot an energy beam through the old man's heart. The energy, which was Kakarrotto's chi, was a green color when it came out of the staff, but once it held a soul, it tainted the chi with a dark or light aura. Once the soul was safe inside the staff, Kakarrotto shot a quick, powerful blast at the king and instantly fried his body, leaving no trace.
Satisfied at last, the Saiya-jin god sat back down on his stool and waited for the servant who was to check up on the late king.