Chapter 1
KARA
"Where are you going?" Sixteen year old Kara Zor-El asked her mother, who was packing for a trip in her bedroom.
"Oh, hello Kara. I'm preparing for a short business trip in Daxam. But do not fret young one, I won't be gone long, only a week or two," Alura, leader of Krypton, responded.
"Sounds fun! Is there any chance that I can join you?" Kara asked, wearing her winning smile.
"I couldn't imagine why you would wish to accompany me. It's actually quite dull. Meetings, bickering, upholding order, those sorts of things." Alura wished not for her daughter to travel to such a horrendous planet. Sher herself would not travel to the planet if she did not absolutely have to.
"Please, mother? In fact, home is not exactly fun as of now. Father wishes to show me the ways of being leader of a planet as I will become leader someday. It sounds incredibly boring." Kara made a face, crinkling her nose.
Her mother laughed, still reluctant to allow her daughter to come with her. "I don't know Kara…"
"Pleeeaaaseeee!" Kara begged.
"Oh, alright. But you better behave yourself," Alura said, finally caving to Kara's pleads, "But you'd better get ready quick is you want to catch the ship in fifteen minutes!"
"Okay, thank you mother!" Kara said, scurrying off to get ready for the trip.
The ship arrived nearly ten minutes ago and Kara was nowhere to be seen. Alura looked around hesitantly, and said to the pilot, "Prepare for takeoff." Maybe Kara had changed her mind.
"Wait!" Kara shouted, emerging from massive double doors, dragging a relatively small suitcase. The doors of the ship opened for Kara and Alura looked at her daughter questioningly. "Hehe, sorry I am a tad late. I was simply researching Daxamite customs. Should always be prepared when arriving to a new planet, right?"
Alura sighed. "Of course. I have taught you a little too well, I suppose. But haven't I also taught you to always be punctual?"
"Yes, mother, I apologize. It won't happen again, I promise." Kara nodded.
"Apology accepted. Now what have you learned of Daxamite customs?" Kara's face lit up.
"Well when Daxamites part with each other they bow their heads and clasp their hands."
"Excellent. And how will you part with the queen and her family when you meet them?" Alura inquired.
"I'm meeting the queen of Daxam?" Kara asked, eyes wide.
"Of course, young one. When leaders travel intergalactically, they usually meet with the leaders of that planet, yes?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I knew that. Anyways, when I meet the queen, I will bow my head and clasp my hands, only with royalty, I will do so on one knee," Kara said, proud of her research.
"Correct again. You truly are prepared for this trip," Alura said with a smile. Get some rest, Kara. It will be a while before we arrive in Daxam. With this, Kara leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, excited at the prospect of the adventures that may await her.
"Kara," a voice whispered, "We've arrived, sweetie."
"Five more minutes." Kara groaned.
"I'm afraid we don't have the luxury of time. We have to leave now." Alura said.
Kara opened one eye and groaned again, getting up and stepping out of the ship after her mother. "So this is Daxam," she marveled, "Doesn't look much different from Krypton." She looked around.
"Not by appearance, I suppose, but trust me, Daxam is nothing like Krypton." Alura chuckled.
A servant walked up to the pair and said, "Please allow me to show you to the throne room, where the royal family awaits."
Another servant came up and took Kara's bag, "Allow me to bring these up to your room."
"Thank you," Kara said with a smile. "People are so kind here," she whispered to her mother.
"Servants of the royal family? Of course. They are practically programmed to be kind to visitors," Alura scoffed.
What does my mother have against this planet? Kara wondered.
It wasn't long before the servants led the two ladies to the throne room. Kara gazed at the grand room, with tapestries lining the ceiling and glittery wallpaper.
"Wow." Kara breathed.
A loud voice full of authority broke Kara's trance. "Alura. How… wonderful to see you again."
"To you both as well, Rhea and Lar Gand," Alura greeted, "You Daxamites really know how to dress for the occasion." Alura looked them both up and down, at Rhea's extravagant gown that hugged her figure and Lar Gand's button up shirt and tie.
"And you Kryptonians really know how to make an entrance," Rhea commented, referring to the luxurious Kryptonian ship they had arrived on. The two woman forced a fake smile at each other.
"Oh! How rude of me. Rhea, Lar Gand, This is my daughter, Kara Zor-El," Alura said, gesturing to Kara.
"Nice to meet you both," Kara said, smiling. She held her hand out for a handshake as they did on Krypton. What Kara didn't know is that a 'handshake' was considered casual, and casualty was not meant to be used in front of royalty. Rhea looked at her hand in disgust, causing Kara to draw her hand back awkwardly.
"Ah yes. A pleasure," said Lar Gand, attempting to cover up his wife's behavior. "Why don't you meet our son? Mon-El? Where are you?" he called.
A head poked out from the adjoining room. "Here, father," the boy, around the same age as Kara, replied.
Kara's initial thoughts wandered to the attractiveness of the boy's appearance, but as she looked closer she observed smaller details. The bounce in his step, the way he stuck his chin higher as if he were better than everyone else. Just the way he walked infuriated her already.
"My boy," Rhea said as Mon-El approached, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"It's a pleasure to meet the leader of our sister planet," Mon-El said, with a practically rehearsed smile.
"The pleasure's ours," Alura answered, "Now, I understand we have important matters to discuss, but Kara and I have had a long ride here and we are quite tired."
"Yes, of course," Rhea rolled her eyes, "I do want to get one urgent matter over with however. I have heard that Thorngate men have landed on your planet and threaten to take over. As we are so near, this may affect us as well. Care to explain why this threat is actually, well, threatening? After all, Thorngate is one of the weaker planets in the galaxy."
Alura hesitated. "Well, these men that have landed arrive with weapons that our planet has never seen before. My armies are attempting to fight them off as we speak."
"And how long have they been battling these men?" Rhea pressed on.
"Eight months." Alura swallowed.
"Well, I do suppose the Kryptonian army was always rather weak. Might be due to a weak leader," Rhea scoffed. Alura's face flushed, embarrassed.
Kara had stood by her mother's side, listening on, but could not stand it any longer, "Our army is not weak! Our men fight valiantly every day. My own father among them!" Kara jabbed a finger at Rhea's face, causing disbelief and anger from the queen, "Not all leaders can afford to sit around on their thrones in their fancy castles!" Kara was angry, that was apparent. For a few seconds, everyone in the room stared at her. She had disrespected the queen, of all people!
"Why you little-" Rhea started, but Alura interrupted.
"I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior. I'm sure she meant no disrespect." Kara scoffed lightly.
Rhea obviously did not believe this but she nodded reluctantly. "Why don't you both get some rest. It is getting late, I suppose." Her words may have sounded hospitable, but she practically threw fire at the Kryptonians with her gaze.
"Yes, of course, thank you," Alura said. She kneeled, bowed her head, and clasped her hands briefly, and stood up. "Kara," she whispered expectantly.
Kara bowed her head and clasped her hands, but she did not kneel.
"I don't know how you part ways with people on Krypton," Rhea explained through clenched teeth, "but here on Daxam, when you part with royalty you are meant to kneel."
"You might have tricked your subjects into believing you're royalty, but to me, you are not." With this, Kara stomped out, the massive doors closing behind her, leaving the four people behind in throne room, stunned by her behavior.
"Take me to my room," Kara told the servant.
MON-EL
The Kryptonian was unlike any girl he's ever seen. As the prince, Mon-El had any girl in the kingdom at his disposal. Just this week alone, the prince had slept with five different girls, none of them quite meeting his standards.
This girl was different. And beautiful, might he add. Of course, beauty isn't everything. She showed a fiery personality in the throne room that really did make her different from all the others.
He would have her fall in love with him if it was the last thing he did.
Hey :) Second story yay! Kara and Mon-El are the absolute cutest ship ever. This version of Mon-El is the snotty, spoiled prince version of him if you can't already tell, but don't worry, I promise there will be lots of character development for Mon-El. TBH I have no idea how, but do not fret, I will figure it out. (btw this chapter and maybe the next will be a tad boring w not much action but things will pick up don't worry haha)
Read and Review and tell me what you think so far :D
(Hey this may sound dumb but how does anyone know how to add the lines in between scenes cuz now I'm just kinda adding dashes in between)
Also, for any Flash fans out there check out my other story, Wanted. It's basically about how the government has a grudge against metahumans and Barry wants to use his powers to save them. (Bad summary I know, just check it out)