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Division
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Fact n°3 : the Daikirian Empire was larger than the Tsijjirin one. It spread from a large part of the West Galaxy till half of the East Galaxy, passing through a third of the North one. The Tsijirin only owned two third of South Galaxy and a quarter of the East Galaxy before the war.
The apparent disadvantage of the Tsijirin was highly compensated by their technological advantage, their strategic mastering and the hard training Tsijirin warriors underwent.
Therefore after Minimaa's battle, King Cold's kingdom was the largest anyone had ever seen. Thus, he got his infamous nickname among his allies, "the great king", not only because of his unusual height, but also because of the immensity of his lands.
Frieza was by all mean not a politician. He was more of a trader and an explorer, he had never longed for political tastes were simple ones. He loved luxury, he loved power but most importantly, he loved destroying. He did it just how his father taught him. To him, nothing was more beautiful than the fire produced when someone was burned, nothing was as sweet as the blood of a victim that had splashed against his lips, and nothing could lighten up his mood like torturing.
Politicians were to build, to make sure the country would prosper otherwise their personal wealth couldn't prosper. Besides, the incessant senators' blabbering always got on his nerves. His spite for politics was so grand, that he had hated the South Galaxy, where all the political institutions were, and where he was himself.
Frieza was a man of action, not a man who sat on a bench until his butt hurt. Unfortunately, as a prince, it was his duty to attend to every meeting his father told him to go to. King Cold had explicitly said he wanted him to come immediately.
Once he arrived with his jet in the Globe, a huge spherical room in different shades of blue that was used for political counsels, his father and brother turned to him.
"At last, here you are Frieza. When shall begin now." King Cold said.
Their jets moved so they formed a small circle, their jet levitating in the middle of the Globe.
"Some of my friends, from the Senate, have shared their concern about my Empire's expansion. As you all know, it had increased over a 120% in a few month. Some people think that it will be too much for me to handle." the king added.
"So? Who cares?" Frieza asked. "You are the king! Why would you worry about some scum's opinion? "
"The fact, my dear brother, is that you cannot rule a people if they don't support you at least one bit. Half of our empire despite us. The Daikirian colonies, as archaic as they might be, appreciated the freedom they let them have. Now that we conquered them and demand their obedience, trust me they will do everything to destroy us."
Cooler had always be more of a politician strategist, he knew how this business worked.
"The war is not over yet, brother." he kept going. "And we cannot afford to lose the other half's approval and trust."
"And what do you suggest, brother?"
The two siblings had always despised each other, jealousy over their father's approval fueling their spite. The two of them were equally strong thus they never fought together, for there was no purpose in doing so.
"That, Frieza, is for our father to decide." he finished, turning his head to his sire.
King Cold was impressed by his eldest son tirade. Cooler was more machiavellic, wiser than his youngest child, but Frieza had something Cooler didn't. Maybe Frieza was younger and more passionate… Either way, he had always had a little preference for Frieza, which had always innerved Cooler who had realized that long ago.
King Cold cleared his voiced and said.
"We have to respect the Senate. Even though it is a farce, the Senate gives the people the impression of having a choice" he smirked at that. "That is why I decided to cut the empire in three parts, for each of us to govern. The money we could get would get in a common treasury. And if one of us gets a little surplus compared to our plans, then he can keep it in a personal account."
The two sons were left in their own thoughts for a brief instant.
"That seems… Like a good option, father. How would we cut the Empire?"
Frieza quickly interfered before his father could answer.
"Well, there is a natural repartition, Cooler. It seems normal that our father would get the larger part, a part that would allow him to help either of us… if need be" he was smirking.
Cooler didn't like the tone he was using. Frieza would never be stupid enough to declare him a war, not before their father died.
"If think father should get the West and the East galaxies. He would therefore be able to see his scientists progresses, control the agriculture and so on. You, my brother, should get the South."
Frieza's jet got closer to his brother's.
"You've always been the little politician of the family, it is normal that you get the part of the Empire where all the decisions are made… And I, for my part, will go with the North."
Cooler's brows furrowed. He watched his brother taking back his place in the circle.
"A flock of old Senators and some old fashioned institutions… Why would I take the South? The West, with its technology, or the North with its mines and planets to be conquered seems more appealing."
"I think it's a good repartition, Cooler." the King said." You would get prepared to your role as future king of the Tsijirin king in the South. Besides, you would be free to move in any Galaxy, you are still a prince and my son."
Cooler kept looking at his brother while listening to his brother. Well, if his brother was to get the part of the Empire where the wealth was to be found, he would make sure his brother would have problems getting wealthy himself.
"So be it, father. Let the Senate know."
The three Tsijirins left. While Cold couldn't care less, Cooler was boiling, he would get revenge from his little brother, he would make sure his brother.
Frieza, on the other hand, was very happy. He had a galaxy to explore. Lots of people would be more than happy to own planets for mines or farming… Whatever their business were. Yes, today was indeed a good day for him.
