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A Kyyan Invasion

Chapter 10: Vegeta Tells a Story

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The room was quiet as they all waited for Vegeta to begin his tale. The proud Prince stood in his same spot against the wall. He wore the same scowl and kept his big arms crossed in the exact same stance. They thought for sure that he would move to a more comfortable position; say like the empty chair that was along the wall beside him. But ever the diligent soldier, Vegeta remained where he was standing, brooding. So in an effort to ignore his rigid posture, the others decided to get comfortable themselves. Afterall, Vegeta's harsh look told them that it would be a long tale, and not entirely pleasant.

"The Kyyan Dynasty is one of the largest and oldest dynasties in the four quadrants of the universe. The kingdom consists of eight major planets within the Plexys System. The three most outer planets, Hari, Lleu, and Bes, are inhabited by their military force; they're more of a base than residential planets. Many scientists and warriors thrive on these planets. Their main concern is protecting the kingdom from invaders or other hostile forces. Not many outsiders get past that point without proper authorization." Vegeta's gruff voiced explained.

Everyone's eyes widened at the knowledge, particularly Bulma. It was surprising to her to find that their solar system consisted of multiple habitable planets; where their own had but one planet that could sustain life.

"Further into the Plexys System, you will find the system's two largest planets, Nyx and Tulsi. This is where the majority of the Kyyan people reside. Their cities vary just as those of Earth do. You will see poverty stricken towns as well as the more flourishing metropolises. This is where you will also find the middle class, the lower class, and perhaps some of the high class. And for those who can afford them, there may be slaves."

Here Chi Chi gasped. Even though it should not have been a surprise to her, considering these people are invaders. She still couldn't stand the thought of slavery. Vegeta, however, chose to ignore her as he quickly continued.

"Past those two, are two smaller planets, Tane and Thalea. Here you will find the Noble houses of Kyya and all those that are direct descendants of those houses. There will be a few of the High class present, depending on their standing in the kingdom. There are also servants and slaves. The majority of slaves will be found on these two planets. Now the last planet, which happens to be closest to their star, is the planet Kyya; named after their goddess Kyyantamori. It is believed that the royal family is a direct descendant of the goddess. Which is why the palace is located on this planet. It has the smallest population, considering it's mainly the royal family, those of the religious order, a few close nobles, servants, slaves, and families of those on the King's Counsel."

Here Vegeta paused. His features were pulled into a deep frown, as though he were haunted by a distant memory. He looked off to the side, glancing out of the window. "Now where Planet Vegeta had three classes, Kyya has six; seven if you count their sacred congress. At the bottom are, of course, the slaves. They are quite distinct, only permitted to done brownish hue garments. The fifth class would be the lower class. These are the commoners; people working for scraps; typically servants. Their garments are not much better. They must wear gray. You will find all of the classes limited to such color restrictions. The fourth, the middle class is slightly better off. These consisted of Kyyans who are thought to be what you would consider the gentry of society; gentlemen and gentlewomen. Still they are a working class, but their work is more prideful. These are the professionals. Their garments consist of variations of the color yellow."

Vegeta was steadily growing bored of hearing his own voice; which was a surprise to even himself. But he disliked thinking of the Kyyans, let alone speaking of them. He had a bad feeling about this whole situation. He should've known that his past would catch up with him. Still, he pressed on and continued his explanation.

"From there comes the third class, the high class of society. You are either born into this class, or you are "knighted" into it from middle class. Knight-ship is granted by the Felidae alone. These are typically officials in the Kyyan army. They wear the honest color of green. They are the only ones of common blood allowed titles in the military. However, they never command over Noblemen; which brings us to the second class, the Nobles. There are only a couple of houses that can claim some distant lineage to the royal family. However, there are twenty-four houses in all. Eleven reside on each of the planets Tane and Thalea. The remaining two reside on Kyya. Their nobility is shown in the purple garments they wear. They hold high offices in the military and also in their parliament. The head of each house together makes up the King's Counsel." Vegeta then turned his attention back to the others.

"Before I speak of the first class, I will intervene here. For this class is considered above all with the exception of the royal family. This is their Sacred Congress. Kyyans devoted to the worship of the goddess Kyyantamori. They wear crimson and black. There are only three major temples on the three planets closest to the sun, Kyya's star. These are where members of this congress live and worship. The other smaller temples on the other planets are used by the Kyyans to pray and what have you. The members are selected at birth, given a sign that they are destined for a lifetime devotion to the goddess. They come from any of the classes, sans the first one."

He tried not to scowl at Goku as he noticed the question mark look on the younger Saiyan's face. "Frieza was about as strong as a third class Kyyan. At this moment, Kakarrott and I are about as strong as a second class Kyyan. That being said, the first class is comprised of the Royal family, the Felidae. You have the Haplo, Di, and Tri. Roughly that is the King, Queen, and Heir to the throne. The first class is the strongest. However, at the level the King and more-than-likely the Queen are, I feel that with more training we could stand a chance on a one on one with either. But there is a power gap between them and the heir. And it is immense." Vegeta said, his deep voice booming across the room. He was no longer leaning against the wall.

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"I don't know about this, Trunks." The boy starting in a warning voice. "We're gonna get in trouble again."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Trust me Goten. We won't get caught." He then narrowed his eyes and looked at the person standing beside his best friend. "That is as long as someone doesn't go all 'baby' on us and tattle."

Marron frowned at the look Trunks gave her. "How many times do I have to tell you? That wasn't my fault." She then placed her hands on her hips. "How was I supposed to know that your mom didn't know about the sword you kept in your closet? You guys never tell me anything!"

"Keep your voice down Marron!" Trunks yell whispered. He then turned away from her and looked down the hall. "I swear you can be such a child." He mumbled to himself. Marron humphed and Goten just shrugged his shoulders at her. "Okay. The coast is clear. Stay low and try not to make a sound." Trunks whispered to them before guiding down the long hall, heading back towards where the adults were.

'I swear, one of these days Trunks.' Marron thought to herself with a disturbing smirk. 'One of these days.'

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Tauviana pierced through the clear blue sky. She wore a delicate frown on her face. Her mind was still on that photo from earlier. 'I just don't understand. Why would a Saiyan prince lower himself to mate with such an inferior race?' She thought to herself as the window combed through her wild hair. 'There are much stronger species throughout the galaxies compatible with saiyan genealogy. If one were to taint their own bloodline, it would make more sense to do it with a mate whose union would prove beneficial.' Her mind focused on the features of the blue haired female. 'I doubt Vegeta is the type to simply fall for a pretty face; considering his rap sheet. No, there's something more. Something about that female.' Then she thought of the company the girl was connected to, and then the planet in general. "Something about this planet." She said out loud.

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Everyone began to murmur amongst each other. Vegeta refrained from screaming at the lot of them. He distinctly remembered telling them to keep their thoughts to themselves until he finished. Bulma noticed her mate's irritation growing. She cleared her throat. "How much stronger can she be?" She calmly asked Vegeta.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her question. He shouldn't even finish telling them anything since they couldn't hold on to their senseless ramblings until he had finished. But one look into Bulma's wide blue eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with; he knew he had no choice but to continue. He could deny her nothing, so he continued. "The Tri Felidae's power level is unmatched by all. She will definitely be a problem for us." Here he frowned. He looked down at the carpet in deep thought. He was clearly disturbed. "It is said that the royal family are direct descendants of their goddess. And to each generation is born a daughter, the Tri Felidae. She is the embodiment of their goddess in mortal form. Meaning, she carries the power of their creator within her being. Whether she can tap into all of the power, is unknown to me. But she can tap into enough to cause us great panic." He raised his eyes back to everyone. "To her people, she is divine, and shows it by keeping her feet bare. Also, though other members of the royal family are clothed in blue and gold, her garments are typically white to symbolize her purity, silver to represent truth, and at times the gold that connects her to the royal bloodline. In all respect, she is her own class all together." He clenched his fists. "It would be best not to anger her."

After that Vegeta was silent. A few minutes went by before everyone realized he was done. Chi Chi chose to break the silence. "So what you're saying is that we are dealing with someone the equivalent of a god?" Her eyes were wide. She received no answer, but she wasn't exactly expecting one.

"Then…" Krillin gulped, "what should we do?"

"What do you mean? We're going to protect our home should it come to that." Trunks said in determination. He would not let his new home be destroyed like his old one.

"Yeah." Gohan nodded his head in agreement. "Right Dad?" He looked at Goku.

Goku was looking seriously at Vegeta. He was still processing all that was said. He understood why Vegeta was concerned. But he felt that there was more that Vegeta was holding back. And he had a feeling that it was personal. He made a mental note to speak to the older Saiyan later. "Of course Gohan. We will do what we have to, to protect those that we care about. But I don't think that it will have to come to that." He finished, smiling at his friends.

Master Roshi shook his head. "Now how can you say that Goku?"

Goku just continued to beam at them. "Like I said, she's a good kid. I can sense it."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Goku's statement, Piccolo noticed, but said nothing about it. Instead he focused his attentions on Goku. "I don't think that this is something we should leave up to chance."

"And what would you have us do Namek?" Eighteen asked in her stoic voice.

"Isn't it clear? If we can't overpower her externally, then we'll need to find a way to overpower her internally." He finished his statement, while looking at Bulma.

The blue haired beauty narrowed her eyes as a frown formed on her face. "What do you mea-" Then her eyes widened. "You are not suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" She sat up further in her seat.

"Do you think you could achieve it?" The Namek asked her.

Bulma looked surprised that he was so serious. "No! I refuse! Do you realize what you are asking me?"

Piccolo was not impressed. "I know for a fact that your kind is not above such things." At those words, Bulma looked affronted.

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Goku asked confused looking at Piccolo. But the Namek was unmoving, so he turned his attention to Bulma, as did the others.

Bulma stood from her seat. She was not happy. "What Piccolo is suggesting, is that I create a weapon." She glared at the Namek.

Everyone was confused at her reaction. "I don't understand. That sounds like a good idea Bulma." Krillin said looking at his old time friend.

"A bio-weapon Krillin." Bulma reiterated.

"Of course. We can defeat these Kyyans if we had something like that, right?" Chi Chi asked.

"As a scientist I cannot in good conscience create a device designed to intentionally interfere with the biological processes of a host with the intent to…" She flinched at the thought. "It's unethically and morally wrong." Bulma stated, and then proceeded to walk up to Piccolo. "And that you would suggest that I do such a thing is despicable."

Piccolo stood his ground. "Would you prefer they come and wipe out all of the life on this planet?"

Bulma stiffened her spine. "Of course not. But I am no mad scientist. There are serious ramifications that I am sure you have not considered."

"Like what Bulma?" Gohan asked thoroughly intrigued.

Bulma looked at the young man, and then turned her attention to everyone in the room. "Biological weapons are toxic materials produced from pathogenic organisms or artificially manufactured toxic substances that are used to kill or incapacitate the host. Biological weapons may be used to target living organisms such as people, animals or vegetation. That is any living organism." She ran a hand through her hair. "Let's pretend for a moment that I did go along with this crazy scheme. I would need the basic outline of the Kyyan bio-makeup; which I don't have. And even if I did, there's no telling whether the weapon would not be harmful to the rest of us. It's a foolish and dangerous notion."

"But what other choice do we have?" Piccolo asked.

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"Can ya hear anythin'? I'm gettin' nothin'." Asked a whispered voice.

"Move over Goten, let me try." Came another lowered voice.

"Trunks, you are always so bossy." The only female of the bunch whispered.

Goten quickly moved out of the way to let Trunks get an ear to the door to the living room. "Can ya hear somethin' now?" He whispered excitedly.

Trunks frowned. He could hear a little, but it sounded garbled. "Kind of."

Marron shook her head. "I thought you guys had super hearing or whatever. Or x-ray vision. Like Superman."

"Shut it Marron." Trunks said. "That's stupid."

"Don't be so mean Trunks." Goten said coming to Marron defense. Marron smiled at him. "It's not Marron's fault tha' she's doesn't know wha' she's talkin' bout." After he finished, Marron frowned at him.

Trunks smirked. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Marron turned her back to them. "Hmph, boys…"

"Wait…" Trunks started.

"Ya got somethin'?" Goten whispered.

Trunks nodded his head. "I think so. They're talking about… biological… organisms… patho… ?" Trunks moved his ear from the door. "Science? They're talking about science?"

"Aww, that's boring Trunks." Goten complained.

Trunks agreed. "Yeah. We should've known it wouldn't be anything good."

"Well wha' now?" Goten asked.

"Hey, let's go over to your grandparents wing Trunks. We can see if that lady is on the T.V." Marron suggested.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Marron that's a stu…" His eyes widened. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Let's go guys."

And with that, the three scampered to the other side of the compound.

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Bulma would not back down. "You are asking me to compromise my integrity." She then looked around at everyone. "You are asking me to be no better than Dr. Gero." Everyone grew silent at her last statement.

"Now now Bulma, let's think rationally. Capsule Corp. makes weapons. This is just another weapon." Master Roshi stated calmly.

She glared at the old man. "We are under contract with the government. In order to create devices that help mankind such as medical equipment, transportation, entertainment, the advancement of mankind, etcetera; we have an obligation to use a certain percentage of the grant towards weapons for the armed forces. It's not exactly something that I like, but it is necessary."

Chi Chi smiled. "Well then, that's no different, right?"

Bulma let out a loud sigh and started scratching her forehead. "The difference Chi Chi is that a biological weapon would not be considered under the same category as a regular weapon. In fact, the governments of this planet are all in agreement that such weapons are not to be created. Violating this would break a treaty and will be a cause for war." She explained. "Do you all really want to have a world war break out on the dawn of an alien invasion?" She asked sarcastically. She was really fed up with them wanting her to do something so despicable.

Goku looked at his friend solemnly. He stood up and moved to her side, placing a palm on her shoulder. "No one's asking you to do something that you are uncomfortable with." He said softly, eyeing Piccolo to back down. Goku knew how truly upsetting the idea was to her. Bulma has always looked at science as a way to help others. And hated using it for anything but. Goku then looked at Vegeta. "I'm sure that there is another way, right Vegeta?"

Vegeta just looked over his mate. He knew she was troubled by the suggestion the Namek was making towards her. And as dishonorable as such a concept can be, he wasn't quite sure what else they could do. But of one thing he was certain. "Such a weapon may be the only way to victory, but it will come at a cost." He then eyed everyone in the room. "Before you head down that path, you had best be ready to pay its price." He finished his statement looking directly into Bulma's eyes. Causing a chill to run down her spine. All was quiet after that remark.

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Tauviana pierced through the sky at an alarming speed. She concentrated on the bit of ki she had located in the city. She could tell she was getting closer. 'Saiyans…' The word crossed her mind. It was odd, finding them on this planet. Even odder, finding their lost prince here. 'There must be something that I am missing here.' She hated being left in the dark.

She let out a growl. "Saiyans."

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Flashback

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"Why hello little one."

Tauviana pushed herself further into the wall as a scream escaped her lips. She had never seen such a creature as the one that stood before her. Skin of lavender with large horns adorning the head; the creature stood at an impressive height. But what bothered her, was not the overall appearance, but his cold obsidian eyes.

"Now, now young princess, is that any way to greet an ally to your future throne?" Asked the eerie voice.

The large doors were thrust opened. "That is yet to be decided. Now, step away from my granddaughter, Cold." Came the harsh, but warm voice of her grandfather.

As soon as Cold stepped to the side, Tauviana could see the Haplo and rushed to his side. "Da!" She cried out.

King Creonis broke his glare that was directed at King Cold to look down at his granddaughter. "What are you doing in here Tauviana?"

She looked down guiltily. "I was hiding."

Cold made a snorting noise, earning a deep seated glare from the Kyyan king. Creonis bent down on his knee to look her in the eye. "Why?"

Tauviana bit her bottom lip. "Leira was chasing me."

Creonis raised a brow. "I see. And why was she giving you chase?"

"Well…" Tauviana looked off to the side. "I suppose it is because of the well-aimed energy ball I sent her way. It singed off her eyebrows." She said before giggling. She immediately stopped when she noticed that he was not smiling. "Well, it was really her fault. I told her that I didn't want to wear this frilly thing." She said, motioning to her royal garb.

Creonis just looked at his grandchild. He couldn't help but see Illyra's face in Tauviana. "That is not the way a proper princess conducts herself, Tauviana. Go find Leira and set things right. Do you understand?"

Tauviana nodded her head. "Yes, Haplo."

He smirked at her. He knew she wished for a hug, but would not attempt with an outsider present. She would make a great ruler someday. Creonis returned to his feet and smiled down at her. "Now, go on." He told her, then watched her bow down to him and head out of the room.

Just as Tauviana exited the throne room, a group of women walked past her. She noticed two of them as being servants; similar to the ladies that she has seen attend her mother. But the third lady puzzled her. Her skin was slightly lighter than the average Kyyan, but her features seemed darker. Her ears held no point to them and her eyes were black as death.

The two servants bowed to Tauviana as she moved to the side to let them pass. The non-Kyyan nodded to the princess, before following behind them. Tauviana turned back to watch them enter the throne room when she let out a soft gasp. There dancing behind the stranger was a brown furry tail. Her eyes widened. She had never seen such a thing.

"Ahh, Amaran. It is good to see you." The voice of Creonis flowed out through the double doors before they closed shut.

Tauviana stood in a now quiet and empty corridor. 'What is she?' She thought to herself as she started sprinting down the hall. She didn't know who that lady was, but she was determined to find out. The young princess disliked being left out of a loop. "Amaran…"

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Tauviana slowed down her speed as she came across a large residential area. He must be in one of these buildings. She halted mid-air and concentrated on the ki. Looking to her right, she headed in that direction; pausing only when she came across a large building with the words Capsule Corp. adorning it. She smirked looking over the yellow structure, "Just like in photograph." She slowly descended. "Now to announce my arrival.

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"I still say, there must be another way." Bulma stated. "Maybe we can come to a compromise."

Goku nodded his head. "That doesn't sound to unreasonable."

"What do you think Dad?" Trunks asked Vegeta.

Vegeta resisted a sigh. "Kyyans are not one to compromise when they already hold all of the cards. Besides, what they would consider a reasonable compromise, may not be reasonable to you."

Piccolo stood up from his seated position on the floor. "Look. We're not getting anywhere with this back and forth. I still say the bio-weapon is an pliable option."

Bulma tried not to roll her eyes. But failed. "Piccolo-" BAM! Her eyes shot open. "What was that?" She asked, as they all ran outside.

Once outside, they witnessed a huge cloud of smoke on the left side of the yard. As soon as that clear, they could see the charred remains of what once was considered a gravity machine. They were confused as to why it exploded. Vegeta clinched his fist, confused. "What…?"

"I sincerely hope that I am not interrupting;" A calm voice said from their right. Everyone turned to the voice that had spoken.

"You…" Was all Trunks could say. The rest just stared in surprise.

Tauviana continued as though he had not spoken. "but I just had to drop by." She then gave them a huge grin baring her sharp fangs. "Couldn't you just die?"

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AN: Awesome! ! ! ! So glad I got that chapter up. I hope you like the story so far. I know some of you seem to be enjoying it and I hope it's still going in an interesting direction for you. So you saw when Tauviana met her first Saiyan. And she had a run in with King Cold? Now that's strange. Why would grandpa Creonis be having a meeting with King Cold and some Saiyan female by the name of Amaran? All so interesting… at least I hope it is. And now Bulma has an integrity dilemma.

Just to let you guys know. Although you will see a soft side to the Kyyans, because they are people too; you will also see their dangerous side. They can be just as cold and ruthless as the Saiyans. But they can be kind and merciful as the Earthlings; usually more-so to their own kind. After all, there is a reason that Vegeta is uncomfortable with their species.

Speaking of Vegeta, why is he holding out on everyone. I have a feeling, and apparently so does Goku, that there is more that he isn't telling. I guess there's only one way to find out. KEEP READING!

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