All the stuff in bold is all of the comments that the original author wrote. This chapter and the next two are the authors original chapters.
Empire Romance
I have decided to continue with this lovely fic after a few months of being on hiatus. I can only hope that my writing has improved and do what i want. I also know that i will finish this fic before I graduate from high school in June. Maybe I'll even do a prom special when my prom comes around . So just to state this, I am rewriting the first 3 chapters that I've posted though I promise not to change the focus of the story. It will go on as it was to, but with better grammar.
ON TO THE STORY
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anything associated with DBZ, I just don't own.
The footsteps of two men could be heard walking down the prestigious halls of Capsule. The origins of these footsteps came into view as they turned a corner. Two men, both were wearing deep scowls seemingly permanently impressed onto their faces. The walls seemed to shake with the tension being expelled by these two beings as they continued to make their way through the many halls towards an exit. One with eyes blue as the clearest summer day and the other with eyes as dark as the darkest night could ever be. One with silky lavender hair that draped over his shoulders down to his mid-back while the other had the darkest back hair in a flame like hair style whose spikes just seemed to reached for the sky. Both dressed in the darkest black suits that could ever be found and dark silk shirts and ties. The most expensive leather shoes for one while the other wore black sneakers, trying to make it work. They seemed to be replicas of each other in their widow's peaks and scowls if the slight height difference and hair color where to be forgotten.
Vegita could only look forward as he kept in step with his only son. His only son who hated him with a passion. How could he look into the eyes of this man who was of his own flesh and blood, but hated him more than anything could? Though he had tried to reconcile for his sins with this man, it had all been futile in the end. How could he makeup for all these years of not being there for him only to later end the relationship with his mother and only send word a few times a year. He had always put his duties before his son, only now to hate himself for his mistakes. All the years of wear and tear on their relationship could not be forgotten in a day. Vegita only hoped that his son could put their past behind him and take up the role that was his birth right.
Vegita had always been taught by his mother to put ones family first. But things change, situations arise, and sometimes, even the most important of things are put behind and forgotten only to remember when it's too late. She had died, his home world had been destroyed by the likes of a monster and not even half of his people had survived. It was a miracle that all of the royal family with the exception of his beloved mother had survived along with the majority of the first class, some of the second class, and very few third class Saiyan had made it. They had escaped the planet moments before the gorgeous planet was reduced to space dust, gasses, and chunks of rock floating in space. That was the end of a once thriving civilization, but also the beginning of a new era that they would become their most affluent ever known to the Saiyan people.
Those who were off planet and those who escaped the planet survived. They were the hope of a people to remain in existence. They traveled the universe in search of a new reality. During this time, children were born, life bloomed, and the Saiyan culture once again began to flourish. Their culture was never forgotten, only now put to better use. They became more technologically advanced. They became stronger and smarter. Many accomplishments followed this new adaptive nature that the Saiyan had acquired. A race meant to live.
During this time of renewed life and new ideas, the first Super Saiyan in over five thousand years emerged. Then came a second. The first was the Saiyan prince, Vegita. The second was one of the very, very few third class that had survived, Kakarott. Together, they were able to wreak revenge upon those that had killed so many of their people and had destroyed their world. They killed the monsters that had attempted to destroy them all, destroyed their planet, and took control of all the possessions of the Cold Empire. Through these victories, they gained planets, technology, information, and more power than they ever though possible. They became the rulers of the known universe.
With this new power and knowledge, they could conquer even more. But they did not have a planet to reside on. A solution to this problem came quickly thanks in large part to their newly acquired technology. The Saiyan's created a new world, a new planet, a home base all their own. It resembled the original planet Vegita in its size, vegetation, and animal life in many ways, but it was not the original. What had happened never was to be forgotten, so they named the planet Neo Vegita. It was also known as NV, for it they were the envied by many and both enjoyed being envied and hated it. Because of this envy and the need to keep control over what they had acquired, they became diplomats in a since, to get what they wanted out of other people.
Though the Saiyan's tried to become diplomatic, their true nature could never be hidden. The bloodlust that ran rapid through their veins needed to be satisfied the only way it could be. They used killing and threats as a way to persuade people. There were constant squalls between the Saiyan's and others that dared to try their power. The Saiyan's always won in the end, and that was that. The only difference was a paper trail that would lead to and from the problems. Only one planet was free of their minor tyranny, it was called Earth.
One company was to blame, or to thank, for the freedom they enjoyed, Capsule Corporation. Together, along with the compliance of many world governments, treaties were signed and the Saiyan's and Earthlings became friendly in a sence. The rushed marriage of Prince Vegita with the heiress to Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs, under suspicious terms which resulted in the birth of a child five months later also added to the bond between the two peoples. Before this marriage came to an expected end, another child would come into the picture. These children would grow to become heirs to both the most power race in the universe and to the most powerful corporation in the universe. A mixture of looks, brains, and strength. The only problem was that the oldest, from which the most was expected, did not want to control the universe, he didn't even want to acknowledge his father.
The two men stopped before a set of large and elaborate glass doors, only to face each other.
"Now son, I know that we haven't talked for some time now."
"Yes father," he said with hidden malice, "I heard you made a hit on the royal family of P3X-453. I believe that it was called planet Saur'in."
"They made threats to us; we had to take care of them," said Vegita as if it were nothing important. You see, for him, it was nothing more than politics.
"So you just did the easy thing and killed off their king," said Trunks with disgust.
"At least you've been keeping track of the business that is your birthright."
"Bura told me. You very well know that I take no interest in your "Empire" as you, grandfather, and every other Saiyan does. It is just a front for your lust for murder and power." He could only stair into his father's dark eyes in dissatisfaction at his actions. "I've told you never to count on me to continue your work. Your track record when dealing with living things is too low for my liking so keep your filthy "Empire" away from Bura and I. I don't want to see her hurt or killed because of her involvement with your side of the family. You've caused us enough trouble as is."
"You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me. I am your father and so such deserve your respect. If any other were to speak to me in such a tone they would...", Vegita did not get a chance finish his words before Trunks cut him off.
"They would what? They wouldn't be standing here. They wouldn't have even lasted this long? They would be killed, slaughtered, or even tortured? Is that it father?" Trunk's breathing had become heavy as spat out his words.
"This is beyond your hatred of me and you know it. This is over my head. It is your duty as my heir to follow my footsteps and rule after me." Said Vegita as he walked out the doors towards a car waiting for him in front. "If you do not obey me, lets see if my father can talk some sense into that thick head of yours." Vegita's voice slowly became more and more cold and demanding, "as you know, he will be arriving here tonight. Your aunt Vade will be accompanying him on his trip." Vegita opened the door to the car and turned back towards Trunks, "she is still as immature as bra only three times her age. The king will expect you to keep an eye on her while she is here unless she does not already have some baby- sitter."
"Doubt it father, they don't last more than a few hours with her. She is the only good thing about being related to you," said Trunks as Vegita got into the car.
"I will talk with you later; I have a meeting to get to," said Vegita as he closed the door and the window slowly rolled down just in time to catch Trunk's last words.
"I hope they survive it," said Trunks sarcastically as Vegita gave him an angry look.
"Watch that mouth of your Trunks. It could very well get you killed quite easily and I need an heir." With that he rolled up the window while giving Trunks a dirty look. The car then rolled away onto the empty streets.
Trunks stood there until it turned a corner and left his view into the ever advancing dusk. He then slowly walked back inside since he still had some work to do before the commencement ceremony and the arrival of King Vegita. He had taken a brake only to speak with Vegita to keep Bulma off his back. She had been trying to fix things between the two but nothing seemed to work. Too much had happened between those two. As Trunks walked back into the building, he saw that his mother was walking towards him along with an entourage of fellow party planers.
Bulma had taken it upon herself to take care of the preparations for the party. Food, seating arrangements, entertainment, but most importantly, invitations. The last thing she wanted was the party to go up in flames, literally. Vegita never got along with his father, the king. Trunks did get along with Vegita. And the plus that might set every high strung nerve off, Vegita's sister was paying them a visit. She may have been in her forties, but she looked and acted like she was in her twenties. She lived to irritate Vegita and her father, but she got along perfectly with everyone else, men in particular. Bulma had made sure to warn the male servants about Vade and to sit Vade next to Bra, the king, and Vegita. This way they could keep an eye on both of the party girls at the same time.
Bulma looked up from some paper work to find Trunks trying to slide out f her field of vision. Someone was avoiding their mother and her entourage. She stopped and lifted her right hand over her shoulder to signal for her entourage to stop with their constant chatter. She saw him stop walking; he had noted the quietness. They were about to close in on him.
"Hello Trunks" called Bulma as she approached him from behind, "how did your walk with your father go?"
"Same as always mom," said Trunks sarcastically as he turned around to face Bulma.
"So who was the jerk during the conversation this time? Was it you, he, or both?"
"I am no jerk mom, he is. He always is," said Trunks with a pout trying to look as sweet as possible.
"Can't you two just try to get along? He is your father and at least he is trying."
"It is not my fault that the bastard wants me to follow in his murderous footsteps. I just don't want to."
"Excuse me Ms. Briefs, but the caterer is on hold and there seems to be a problem with the entrees," said one of her assistants, disturbing Trunks' whining.
"Oh shit," said Bulma, "look Trunks, I love you but you are just like your father. You are an egotistical, hardheaded, womanizer, and a whiner. I never liked what your father did or what goes on behind closed doors when he is doing his job, but just try to understand from where he is coming from. I have to go and don't forget about the dinner tonight. That is if you don't want Vegita on your ass. By the way, what did I tell you about wearing sneakers to job? We have a dress code." Bulma whipped around and picked up a cell phone being held by an assistant and began to make her way to her office.
"I can't believe you just said that! I am in no way even comparable to him!" Called Trunks from behind her. In an immature temper tantrum, he powered up and made the walls around him shake.
This only got a "Trunks!" From Bulma, warning him to calm down or else. Never an empty threat from her.
Trunks turned around and walked back towards his original destination, his office while Bulma put the finishing touches on her party plans for the night.
"Good to see you too Radditz," said Vegita turning to his bar and pouring himself some liquor that was very similar to vodka, only much stronger. "Is that such a way to greet your prince?" He said in a mocking tone.
"When he is dressed like a human, maybe so," said Radditz with a chuckle from where he sat hidden in the shadows.
"Any new news that you might want to inform me on," said Vegita gulping down his drink, "or is this a social visit that has forced me to clear a whole hour off my busy schedule?"
"A little of both my prince," said Radditz. "There seems to have been some, how do I put it, resistance-taking place here on Earth."
"Really now," said Vegita with a smirk.
"This is no laughing matter," said Radditz, all traces of humor having left his voice, "some of our informants had discovered this patch of resistance to the Saiyan Empire only about two Earth months ago. They say that is based on the Internet to prevent the detection of members. This is all we know of them." Radditz then passed Vegita a small clear jewel case containing an even smaller disk only an inch in diameter.
"Does my father know of this?" Said Vegita as he took out his SGC from the inner breast pocket of his jacket. The SGC was a small super computer the size of a modern day palm pilot. He inserted the disk into the small disk drive and started to review some of the information presented before him. His smirk having disappeared only to be replaced by a firm scowl as he continued to review the information. He looked up at Radditz looking very pissed. "They were the ones responsible for the so- called accident during the Level 3 breach at Capsule Corp. that almost injured Bulma and seriously injuring my daughter three months ago?"
"Yes. They have been found responsible for many acts of terrorism not only here on Earth but on a quite a few other planets. The King has sent out one of the best "investigators" we have on home base. A sentinel who just so happens to be the best Saiyan hacker in our ranks."
"Good to hear. I want the best man out there to be in charge of this mission. I will see to this particular mission myself if I have to if I do not find him up to par. Mature and serious with what he has to be done with experience. No one harms a member of the Vegita royal family." Vegita's words seemed to reach out for vengeance.
"Actually, she is only a year older than your daughter but does hold a level of maturity that is not commonly found people her age. And when it comes to experience, you should read up on her file." Radditz said this with a touch of apprehension but a chuckle slipped out after his comment.
"Excuse me," said Vegita looking in Radditz's direction with a smirk, "sounds like you have a bit of experience with her. Might you know her on a personal level?"
"Her name is Pan," said Radditz passing Vegita another disk; "she's my nephew's kid."
"What!" Said Vegita with a low growl in his throat as he looked over the screen of his SGC as he held it in a hand. "Tell me that your father had a bastard child on the side."
"Sorry to displease you but... " said Radditz making Vegita cringe in anticipation, "she is Kakarott's oldest granddaughter. Any questions you would like answered are answered in her file I'm sure. You may also want to meet with her tonight. She is coming to Earth along with the King and your sister in the royal transport. She will also be present at the gathering."
The car came to a sudden to stop in front of a very large building. It was the Earth Headquarters for Saiyan Involvement or E.H.S.I. for short.
"This is my stop," said Radditz as the chauffeur opened the door for him; "we will speak more tonight then Prince Vegita."
"One more question," asked Vegita from inside the limousine receiving a curt nod in response, "how did Kakarott's granddaughter, less than a half- breed, get brains and be born a sentinel?"
Radditz just laughed it off and said, "Our father was Bardock. It runs in our blood, but the good blood must have missed Kakarott." Radditz then made a small bow as a sign of respect and left as the chauffeur proceeded to close the door and returned to the drivers seat.
Vegita rolled down the window separating the Prince from the front and spoke to the driver giving instructions to take him to his temporary Earth house. He then picked up his SGC and called ahead to his house.
"Has my armor arrived? Yes, well. How about the armor for my son, has it been sent? Yes, I know that he doesn't want to wear it, but he has no choice in the matter. By the way, leave a message for Bulma reminding her about the armor for Prince Trunks. Good."
Then hung up.
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