Duel of Fates
Foreword
-- 103 AD, 13th Fullmoon
King Vegeta did not know.
And that had made all the difference.
They had been expecting the attack for some time. Frieza would not be content to sit and watch a race that could have the potential to destroy him and his hard won empire. He wanted the Saiyans gone, and so used their king to subjugate them, make them bend to his will.
He pulled his lips back, revealing sharp teeth. Three more years. Three more years and he would have been old enough to take the Challenge. Why couldn't the damn lizard have waited THREE MORE YEARS?
What's done is done, his practical side said. There is no other alternative.
He remembered the odd light in the sky. The portals had opened all over the planet. A mass migration of four hours, wherein over half the population of the planet made the interspatial jump from one side of the galaxy to another. Not all of them survived. Some died, their particles floating in the ash of space. But they were here, in this new city.
A soft step behind him. So soft he almost couldn't hear it. Caithion, then. He turned, standing at the top of the stairs and looking down upon his slender cousin. The shadow-ri magician looked haunted. He had been one of the last ones through the portals. He had seen the great light.
"The King is dead," he said softly. He took a few steps up the stairs, holding something cradled in his hands. Vegeta looked at the medallion and felt his heart turn to ice. The heavy chain was slipped over his head, and the weight of the world settled onto his shoulder. "Long live the King," Caithion whispered.
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