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Shenron led Vegeta down several dimly lit passageways for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was not even ten minutes. Shoving a heavy, charcoal grey door aside, the former Game Master's deep baritone rumbled, "Wait here. I'll let the others know that you're safe." "But why? You could just as easily have me killed in secret down here." Vegeta wondered. He could never read the strange man but for some odd reason, the teen knew that he could trust him.

A deep chuckle echoed off the stone walls of the massive room as Shenron replied, "You never disappoint, Prince Vegeta. But I've got to go do damage control. The entire country just watched you kill two Presidents and people will want answers." Crossing his arms, Vegeta scowled, "They weren't Presidents, they were tyrants." "I'll make sure to tell the Region leaders that. Just be patient, I'm sure your Mate will come to see you soon." The dark brown-haired man with strange red eyes smiled, closing the door behind him.

Left to his own devices, the teenaged Saiyan finally glanced around the room he would most likely be calling home for some unknown amount of time. A skylight far above let very little light through, and what light did manage to get through was tinted yellow from decades worth of grime. There was a long, wide set of polished sandstone steps leading… somewhere.

Not feeling adventurous, Vegeta stepped closer to a metal placard at the bottom of the stairs. 'Abandon all hope of mercy. President Chilled has no time for mercy, much less monkeys.' This must've been Chilled's execution chambers… He mused as he removed his armor. Setting it down on the bottom step, Vegeta did what he typically does when he has nothing to do and energy to burn; train.


Hours passed. Forced to remove his battle suit for fear of passing out from the heat, the young Prince sat with his back against the cool wall, panting heavily. Where is that Dragon? He said he'd send Bulma here… The sound of the door opening caused his eyes to snap open to see who had come to visit him. "Vegeta?" A gravelly voice called out as a bald man in black and gold armor entered cautiously. "What are you doing here, Nappa?" The teen hissed. I don't want Nappa. I want my Woman.

Venturing farther in, the bald, mountain of a Saiyan left the door open, grunting, "Get dressed, my Prince. Your presence is required." Vegeta shrugged, getting up to put his battle suit and armor on because if Nappa could tell him why he already would've. Once he was ready, the teen followed his eerily silent guardian through more dim hallways; each one brighter than the last.


In a small, bright room situated around a long, rectangular table sat Shenron, the eleven Winners, and eleven leaders from the Regions. "Welcome, Prince Vegeta." The former Game Master greeted, gesturing to the empty chair across from him, "Please, have a seat." Once the teen was comfortable, the strange man continued, "I'm sure you're wondering why we're all here…" "Just get on with it, Dragon." Vegeta snapped, scowling, "I know everyone in this room is tired of formalities, so get to the point already."

"As you wish, Prince." Shenron relented, bowing his head slightly, "To be frank, the fate of Ee-arth must be decided tonight. I was able to put off the announcement of the new President until morning but only because Paragus had not told anyone besides those in this room that he was taking the title. 13 has no leader so I will be casting a vote in their stead. This is a free election. If any of you feel like you are a good, capable leader then now is the time to make your case."

Everyone stayed silent, trying to decide whether or not they should speak. Breaking the silence, the Saiyan Prince asked, "I see no leader from 12. Are you telling me that my home is not important enough to be invited to this secret meeting, Dragon?" "Quite the contrary, Prince. Even after what happened today, the people of Region 12 still call you their leader. That is the only reason you are here tonight, Vegeta." Shenron answered, a small grin on his face.

Turles growled, "It's easy to see that we've already made our decision on who to vote for, so let's get on with it. I've got a hot one waiting for me." "Meal or female?" Broly smirked, a feral grin showcasing his shark-like teeth. "Both." The spiky-haired Saiyan chuckled. Slamming a fist on the table, Vegeta snarled, "Enough! I don't care what you're doing later. Let's just get this over with." An all-knowing look flickered in those strange, trustworthy red eyes, "As you wish, Prince. Region 1 will start the vote and Winners will follow after their Region leader. You may cast your vote for the next leader of Ee-arth."

A large man wearing a hat with two horns on it spoke gruffly, "I vote for Prince Vegeta." Wait, what? "As do I." Turles stated, Broly and Kale casting their votes for him as well. A small man, almost shorter then Krillin, with huge, bug-like eyes and high-pitched voice was next, "D'ah, Vegeta's got my vote." "Same here." Tien agreed, his tiny partner squealing and nodding in affirmation.

Up next was Region 4's leader, Mr. Popo, sighing, "Out of all you maggots, he's the least worthless." "As if I could vote for anybody else but my Best Buddy." Goku beamed, his smile reaching his coal-black eyes. Chi-Chi held her Mate's hand as she spoke, "I agree with my husband and Mate." "You've always been my choice, my Prince." Gine added with a grin as big and as bright as her son's.

"Yarrr! I cast my lot with Vegeta." A muscled man whose bright orange hair was trapped under a black bandana. Beside him sat a petit woman, her dark blue hair tied up with a red bow, her voice quiet and demur, "I vote for The Lost Prince. Aaa, achoo!" Her hair changed to dirty blonde and her voice changed into a rougher version, "Me too!" Strange. I've never known a Saiyan to do that… 'She's not a… Saiyan. It's just… …something she's always… …done.' Interesting…

A man with poufy, curly black hair, dressed in a maroon shirt that did little to hide his chest hair exclaimed, "I back PRRRINCEEEE VEEEGGTTAAA!" "Give it up, Mark. We all know you've never wrestled." Eighteen rolled her eyes at her Region leader's antics, adding, "You got me out, Princy. Of course, I'm with you." "I couldn't've said it better myself, Sis." The raven-haired twin chuckled.

Roshi spoke up, his face unreadable behind his red sunglasses, "You've led us this far, young man. I see no reason for you to stop now." Another tiny man, actually smaller than Krillin, with a bald, sunburnt head and beady, narrow eyes and voice that reminded Vegeta of Freeza voted next, "I, Garlic Jr., side with the arrogant Saiyan Prince." Beside the tiny man sat a rotund man in a yellow shirt and denim overalls with round glasses, "I vote for Vegeta." "I agree." The young, brown-haired man said, silently clapping his hands together.

Before Vegeta could speak a word, Shenron explained, "Since no one has voted for another, am I correct in assuming that you both vote for Vegeta as well?" Piccolo chuckled, "Of course I'd back the boy. I've been in his corner from the beginning." Ever elegant with her words, Bulma looked straight at Vegeta and answered with both her melodious voice and the Bond, "Always." "Well then," The former Game Master clasped his hands together, "I vote for the Prince as well. By unanimous vote, Prince Vegeta Saiyan is the new President of Ee-arth. I can meet with you tomorrow to go over how the press conference is going to look like if you'd like, Prince." Nodding, Vegeta let everything just soak in, "In the library, an hour before the conference. Until then, I say we get some sleep."