Chapter 10:
It has been five years later, and little Gohan is no longer so little. He has become a middle teen, and the three amigos have built a beautiful tree house among the trees of their beautiful home. However, little do they know that the Earth has become a complete wreck of ruined cities over flowing with aliens and natives, and the castle of Capsule Corporation. Vegeta has turned the planet into the center of all organization stops throughout the galaxy.
Vegeta was enjoying watching his armor being shined and listening to his favorite slave sing horribly to him. His first five years of being emperor have been very good to him and so far no one has even thought to fight back to try and over through him. It was a great feeling, being king. His queen to his side, he could not have thought of a better life.
"Master, can I stop now? It's been three hours and I…" Krillin began to complain.
"No! Keep singing, peasant! Or else!" Vegeta ordered his favorite slave, and he obeyed by changing to a new song.
"I've got a lovely bunch of Dragon Balls. Deedally dee. Here they are all sitting in a bunch. Bum buh bum bum. One star, two star, all as big as you're head…" Krillin sang, the muttered, "Hua, I swear, Goku never made me do this…"
"What?! What did you say?!" Vegeta yelled.
"N- Nothing! Nothing, Master!" Krillin pleaded.
"You know the law! Never mention that name or that of the last emperor in my presence!" Vegeta yelled.
"O- Over course, my Lord," Krillin said.
"Calm down, my King. Give it a rest already," Bulma said, and pulled Vegeta's head back to face her and continued, "Now, where were we?"
Vegeta smirked, and they kissed but were disturbed by someone knocking on the door. He grunted and turned to face it yelling, "Come in."
"Sire," the yellow one of the trio walk in with the other two to his sides, "we were told that the planet Frothward is not yet in our custody. Their warriors are too strong for our own, my Lord."
"Oh? Why aren't the Namekians out there? They are our strongest warriors. They should be more than strong enough to take care of it," Vegeta replied.
"Ya, but, they won't fight. They have refused to work for you or your empire, sire," the green one replied.
"Then force them to. If they refuse, send them to me. I'll deal with their punishment if they refuse to follow my direct orders."
"Yes, sire," the yellow one replied.
"I thought that things were bad under Frieza…" the blue one muttered.
"What did you say?!" Vegeta screamed.
"I- I said, uh…" the blue one stuttered and the green one nudged him in encouragement then replied with, "Uh, Fasha?"
"Good, now get out," Vegeta ordered and they jogged out of the room.