Disclaimer - I don't own DBZ, the story is mine based on the characters of
DBZ.
A/N - In this chapter we are introduced to a King and Prince Vegita. They are not the two that are from the series. Prince Vegita is the King Vegita that is the father of the character Vegita in DBZ. Also an obelisk is a tower like building, kind of like the Washington Monument.
Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 3 The Offer
A thousand miles from the battlefield of the civil war, stands a majestic palace on top of an enormous hill. A castle crafted out of thousands of hand chiseled stones, surrounded in decorative art and armor. With a flowing river as a moat that ran around the castle gate, a river dominated by an enormous wooden drawbridge that led from the bustling city outside to the huge royal obelisk inside. An obelisk that is made out of iron, with a diamond shape top made out of steel ingrained with silver, and gold for a sophisticated look. In this top crystal glass windows were cut; and the only entrance to this building was at the front, guarded by three royal elite guards. There were also many more guards inside leading to the royal chambers, and the throne room.
A winding staircase that wound around the inside of the tower led up this diamond shaped chamber, and at the top stood 20 elite guards at constant attention on the path to the throne, the throne that the Vegita bloodline had held for over 300 Saiyan years. On this day the King wishes his name had never been made Vegita.
He was an old man, of over 50 years as ruler of the kingdom. He had been alone for 30 of those years until he finally mated with a young princess, for only the sake of producing an heir to his legacy. His mate had fallen victim to poisoning and died a year ago. An apparent assassination by Bocaro to shattered Vegita's morale. This had the opposite effect as Lord Vegita had intensified his assault on Bocaro as revenge for the cowardly attack of the mother to his son, and he would still be doing this today if his reality had not spun out of control. Now he sat there pondering, running his strong hands through his graying spiked royal hair and adjusting himself in the Saiyan armor that he wore. Pondering the events that had brought this misery on his soul over the past few hours.
'An offer,' the memory flashed of the warrior that stood before his royal chamber.
The man had appeared in his royal chamber out of nowhere. Dressed in a hooded cloak he had appeared menacingly in front of his throne. Vegita had quickly dispatched three of his elite guards to deal with this intruder. The warrior quickly dispatched them with three quick punches, and they crumbled as if they were 6th class Saiyan warriors. There they lay in a pile, not quite dead but out of action for a while, and the warrior just stood there laughing at the King.
"These warriors are good," he chuckled. "But I am a lot better. Do you think I would do this if I couldn't beat your elite guard Lord Vegita." He still remained in the shadow of his cloak, but the king knew that this man was not a Saiyan. His voice was different, he was really tall, and he had no tail.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my kingdom?" said the king. His eyes narrowed on this attacker of his throne.
"I came to help you," said the warrior. The remaining elite guards were all gasping at the response. The king was stunned at this statement, but this stunned stated did not last long as a running movement caught his eye and he glanced to his right to see his only son prince Vegita appear from his chamber to find out what all the commotion is about.
"Father, are you okay?" shouted the prince. He eyed the new intruder and got into an attack pose. The tension in the air was strong.
"I am fine," the king spoke in a regal fashion. "Now hold your ground my son, I will deal with this visitor." He sat there staring at the unknown warrior. "Now," he said to the hooded warrior. "May you remove your cowl? If I am to make an agreement with you then I must see your face."
The man stepped forward and knelt at the throne. He slowly removed his hood and the king discovered that he was right about him not being a Saiyan.
"I am Zarbon," said the warrior. "I am here to aid you in your war against the Bocarian army."
"Assist me," said the king. "Why?"
"I am apart of a galactic empire," said Zarbon. "A vast collection of warrior species, that work together to bring the galaxy under our control. My mission is to find a new breed of soldier for our army. I have studied your species for some time now and have discovered that you possess a unique strength and fighting ability that is rarely seen." He stood up and stared at the king, awaiting his next words.
"Why do you wish our help?" said the king quietly but strongly. He did not like this man very much he was to strong and confident for this to be a plea for help. "You are vastly stronger then my elite warriors."
Zarbon just smiled a cocky smile. "Yes that is true," he said. "But I am one of the top leaders in the empire. Our foot soldiers are vastly weaker then your men. We need a stronger army in order to dominate the galaxy."
"I understand," said the king wearily. "Now what do you propose?"
"I am here to make you 'an offer'," said Zarbon. "I wish to unite your people and end your war. I want the Saiyan people to join our empire and battle our enemies and not themselves. If you are wondering why I don't invade your world, the answer is that I feel that a voluntary joining rather then a forced one will make your people more willing to aide us. I came to you because we will need a Saiyan to be a leader of your people. You can rule this planet, as you wish, but you are ultimately responsible to the empire and its rulers."
"So," said the king. "You mean that I will be the ruler of this planet."
"Yes," said Zarbon. "We will even name it after you."
"Hmmmm...You make an interesting proposal. I will have to think about it," said the king. His subjects were shocked at the hesitation of their king, including the prince.
"Father, what are you waiting for?" said the prince. "This man has offered to end our war and now you hesitate."
"That is alright," replied Zarbon. "I will return in three days for your decision." With that said, he leapt into the air and was gone. All the warriors stood there stunned at Zarbon's speed.
The king finally collected his wits. "Guards, carry those wounded soldiers to the healers. The rest of you leave me to ponder this turn of events."
"Father," said the prince. The guards who had turned to leave had stopped to see what would happen next. "Why are you being stubborn? We are going to lose this opportunity to end this thousand year old war forever, and you have to think about it."
The king looked up at his son and smiled an honest smile. "My poor, foolish son," he said. "You do not see that there is no such thing as an easy way out of a difficult problem. I fear that we are playing a far more dangerous game then you are able to see. This man offers us the world and asks too little in return, I fear there is a catch to this problem. Now leave me to think about this, before I have the guards remove you." The last sentence he spoke was spoken as threateningly as he had ever meant it. Prince Vegita let out a growl of frustration, turned and stormed off towards the staircase that lead out of the tower, with the guards in tow. The king sat there alone in his despair knowing that he would no longer be in total control of his future, and now he was afraid that his son was starting to stand against him. 'A dark times for the Saiyan race this is' he thought
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"Wow," stammered Rein. "Your castle is so amazing compared to ours." She had her arms bound in restraints and held at chains length by Illden. He had been put on babysitter duty for the trip to the capital to see the king. It was his first time to see the king since he was given his commission as a Saiyan warrior. His tail flapped in the breeze, as he was excited. It was improper for Saiyans to have their tails showing out from around their waist. He quickly wrapped around his waist and followed his friend Gadren up the steps towards the drawbridge.
"Something is wrong," said Gadren. He quickened his pace across the bridge. The gate guards snapped to attention immeditaely, as it was a rarity for one of the most famous generals to walk through their gates. "At ease," he said."
'What is the problem?" asked Illden to Gadren; as he hurried to catch up with him, all the while he was dragging Rein behind him who was still sightseeing. "Would you hurry up woman?" he shouted. "Or I will knock you out and carry you myself."
"You wouldn't dare," she replied and she stopped cold and would not budge. They both turned and faced each other, and they both began to pull on their end of the chain. They strained at each other's strength and fought ferociously. Until Illden noticed that Gadren was shaking his head at his inability to defeat a handicapped woman in a test of strength.
"I will be at the palace Illden," said Gadren. " A crowd of on looking Saiyans had formed around the two struggling warriors. "I hope you kids can play nice while I am gone. Oh by the way Illden, if she escapes I will kick the living hell out of you." The crowd burst out into laughter at Illden. This only caused Illden to become angry, and this anger caused the short haired Saiyan to power up and yank Rein off her feet and onto the ground, face first. He then sat on her back, pinning her to the ground.
"Hey," she shouted. "Let me up,"
Illden ignored her screaming. "Is there anything I should do with her, my lord?" he asked.
"Just make sure she is subdued," said Gadren. He smiled at her predicament; she just glared back at him. "When I return, I will figure out what to do with her," he spoke, and his smile disappeared. "For I fear that there is trouble brewing on the throne."
He quickly turned towards the royal obelisk, and at the bottom of the tower stood the elite royal guard with the king's son. He approached them and noted that the young prince looked furious. For he was still a teenager but sprouting the same royal hairstyle that all the royal kings did, and to Gadren's surprise the prince was starting to show signs that he was growing a beard.
He walked up to the prince and knelt. "My Lord," said Gadren. "I am here to see the king."
"Lord Gadren," said the prince. "I am surprised you're here, but I am also glad. Maybe you can succeed where I failed in talking sense into my father." Gadren rose to his feet and looked at the prince unusually.
"Would this problem have to do with a green fellow that goes by the name Zarbon?" he asked very passively. The prince jaw dropped at the knowledge that Gadren possessed.
"Yes it does," said Vegita. "He has offered to end our war and bring peace to our planet, in exchange for our armies' services in his empire."
Gadren stood there absorbing the information. "Then why did Zarbon tell me to come to the capital?" he asked out loud.
"I wouldn't know," said Vegita. "I can't understand though why is my father so hesitant to join with this Zarbon character, it would finally bring us the power we need and our pride would grow."
"No," stated Gadren fiercely, he looked up towards the top of the tower. "There is a darker force at work here other then Zarbon, I think the king feels it to. I must speak with him."
He moved to approach the stairs, but two guards stood in his way. "The king has asked to be sequestered for time to think," said one of the guards. Gadren looked at Vegita, and he nodded that they were speaking the truth.
"He has asked to be alone," said Vegita. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his cape that he was wearing blowing in the wind across his royal Saiyan armor.
"Then, I will wait to," said Gadren who sat down and crossed his legs in a meditative trance. "For there is something far greater then us at work here. I must meditate on the coming events." He fell quiet and the rest of the group stood in the silence of the wind blowing across the courtyard, and waited.
A/N - In this chapter we are introduced to a King and Prince Vegita. They are not the two that are from the series. Prince Vegita is the King Vegita that is the father of the character Vegita in DBZ. Also an obelisk is a tower like building, kind of like the Washington Monument.
Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 3 The Offer
A thousand miles from the battlefield of the civil war, stands a majestic palace on top of an enormous hill. A castle crafted out of thousands of hand chiseled stones, surrounded in decorative art and armor. With a flowing river as a moat that ran around the castle gate, a river dominated by an enormous wooden drawbridge that led from the bustling city outside to the huge royal obelisk inside. An obelisk that is made out of iron, with a diamond shape top made out of steel ingrained with silver, and gold for a sophisticated look. In this top crystal glass windows were cut; and the only entrance to this building was at the front, guarded by three royal elite guards. There were also many more guards inside leading to the royal chambers, and the throne room.
A winding staircase that wound around the inside of the tower led up this diamond shaped chamber, and at the top stood 20 elite guards at constant attention on the path to the throne, the throne that the Vegita bloodline had held for over 300 Saiyan years. On this day the King wishes his name had never been made Vegita.
He was an old man, of over 50 years as ruler of the kingdom. He had been alone for 30 of those years until he finally mated with a young princess, for only the sake of producing an heir to his legacy. His mate had fallen victim to poisoning and died a year ago. An apparent assassination by Bocaro to shattered Vegita's morale. This had the opposite effect as Lord Vegita had intensified his assault on Bocaro as revenge for the cowardly attack of the mother to his son, and he would still be doing this today if his reality had not spun out of control. Now he sat there pondering, running his strong hands through his graying spiked royal hair and adjusting himself in the Saiyan armor that he wore. Pondering the events that had brought this misery on his soul over the past few hours.
'An offer,' the memory flashed of the warrior that stood before his royal chamber.
The man had appeared in his royal chamber out of nowhere. Dressed in a hooded cloak he had appeared menacingly in front of his throne. Vegita had quickly dispatched three of his elite guards to deal with this intruder. The warrior quickly dispatched them with three quick punches, and they crumbled as if they were 6th class Saiyan warriors. There they lay in a pile, not quite dead but out of action for a while, and the warrior just stood there laughing at the King.
"These warriors are good," he chuckled. "But I am a lot better. Do you think I would do this if I couldn't beat your elite guard Lord Vegita." He still remained in the shadow of his cloak, but the king knew that this man was not a Saiyan. His voice was different, he was really tall, and he had no tail.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my kingdom?" said the king. His eyes narrowed on this attacker of his throne.
"I came to help you," said the warrior. The remaining elite guards were all gasping at the response. The king was stunned at this statement, but this stunned stated did not last long as a running movement caught his eye and he glanced to his right to see his only son prince Vegita appear from his chamber to find out what all the commotion is about.
"Father, are you okay?" shouted the prince. He eyed the new intruder and got into an attack pose. The tension in the air was strong.
"I am fine," the king spoke in a regal fashion. "Now hold your ground my son, I will deal with this visitor." He sat there staring at the unknown warrior. "Now," he said to the hooded warrior. "May you remove your cowl? If I am to make an agreement with you then I must see your face."
The man stepped forward and knelt at the throne. He slowly removed his hood and the king discovered that he was right about him not being a Saiyan.
"I am Zarbon," said the warrior. "I am here to aid you in your war against the Bocarian army."
"Assist me," said the king. "Why?"
"I am apart of a galactic empire," said Zarbon. "A vast collection of warrior species, that work together to bring the galaxy under our control. My mission is to find a new breed of soldier for our army. I have studied your species for some time now and have discovered that you possess a unique strength and fighting ability that is rarely seen." He stood up and stared at the king, awaiting his next words.
"Why do you wish our help?" said the king quietly but strongly. He did not like this man very much he was to strong and confident for this to be a plea for help. "You are vastly stronger then my elite warriors."
Zarbon just smiled a cocky smile. "Yes that is true," he said. "But I am one of the top leaders in the empire. Our foot soldiers are vastly weaker then your men. We need a stronger army in order to dominate the galaxy."
"I understand," said the king wearily. "Now what do you propose?"
"I am here to make you 'an offer'," said Zarbon. "I wish to unite your people and end your war. I want the Saiyan people to join our empire and battle our enemies and not themselves. If you are wondering why I don't invade your world, the answer is that I feel that a voluntary joining rather then a forced one will make your people more willing to aide us. I came to you because we will need a Saiyan to be a leader of your people. You can rule this planet, as you wish, but you are ultimately responsible to the empire and its rulers."
"So," said the king. "You mean that I will be the ruler of this planet."
"Yes," said Zarbon. "We will even name it after you."
"Hmmmm...You make an interesting proposal. I will have to think about it," said the king. His subjects were shocked at the hesitation of their king, including the prince.
"Father, what are you waiting for?" said the prince. "This man has offered to end our war and now you hesitate."
"That is alright," replied Zarbon. "I will return in three days for your decision." With that said, he leapt into the air and was gone. All the warriors stood there stunned at Zarbon's speed.
The king finally collected his wits. "Guards, carry those wounded soldiers to the healers. The rest of you leave me to ponder this turn of events."
"Father," said the prince. The guards who had turned to leave had stopped to see what would happen next. "Why are you being stubborn? We are going to lose this opportunity to end this thousand year old war forever, and you have to think about it."
The king looked up at his son and smiled an honest smile. "My poor, foolish son," he said. "You do not see that there is no such thing as an easy way out of a difficult problem. I fear that we are playing a far more dangerous game then you are able to see. This man offers us the world and asks too little in return, I fear there is a catch to this problem. Now leave me to think about this, before I have the guards remove you." The last sentence he spoke was spoken as threateningly as he had ever meant it. Prince Vegita let out a growl of frustration, turned and stormed off towards the staircase that lead out of the tower, with the guards in tow. The king sat there alone in his despair knowing that he would no longer be in total control of his future, and now he was afraid that his son was starting to stand against him. 'A dark times for the Saiyan race this is' he thought
- - - - -
"Wow," stammered Rein. "Your castle is so amazing compared to ours." She had her arms bound in restraints and held at chains length by Illden. He had been put on babysitter duty for the trip to the capital to see the king. It was his first time to see the king since he was given his commission as a Saiyan warrior. His tail flapped in the breeze, as he was excited. It was improper for Saiyans to have their tails showing out from around their waist. He quickly wrapped around his waist and followed his friend Gadren up the steps towards the drawbridge.
"Something is wrong," said Gadren. He quickened his pace across the bridge. The gate guards snapped to attention immeditaely, as it was a rarity for one of the most famous generals to walk through their gates. "At ease," he said."
'What is the problem?" asked Illden to Gadren; as he hurried to catch up with him, all the while he was dragging Rein behind him who was still sightseeing. "Would you hurry up woman?" he shouted. "Or I will knock you out and carry you myself."
"You wouldn't dare," she replied and she stopped cold and would not budge. They both turned and faced each other, and they both began to pull on their end of the chain. They strained at each other's strength and fought ferociously. Until Illden noticed that Gadren was shaking his head at his inability to defeat a handicapped woman in a test of strength.
"I will be at the palace Illden," said Gadren. " A crowd of on looking Saiyans had formed around the two struggling warriors. "I hope you kids can play nice while I am gone. Oh by the way Illden, if she escapes I will kick the living hell out of you." The crowd burst out into laughter at Illden. This only caused Illden to become angry, and this anger caused the short haired Saiyan to power up and yank Rein off her feet and onto the ground, face first. He then sat on her back, pinning her to the ground.
"Hey," she shouted. "Let me up,"
Illden ignored her screaming. "Is there anything I should do with her, my lord?" he asked.
"Just make sure she is subdued," said Gadren. He smiled at her predicament; she just glared back at him. "When I return, I will figure out what to do with her," he spoke, and his smile disappeared. "For I fear that there is trouble brewing on the throne."
He quickly turned towards the royal obelisk, and at the bottom of the tower stood the elite royal guard with the king's son. He approached them and noted that the young prince looked furious. For he was still a teenager but sprouting the same royal hairstyle that all the royal kings did, and to Gadren's surprise the prince was starting to show signs that he was growing a beard.
He walked up to the prince and knelt. "My Lord," said Gadren. "I am here to see the king."
"Lord Gadren," said the prince. "I am surprised you're here, but I am also glad. Maybe you can succeed where I failed in talking sense into my father." Gadren rose to his feet and looked at the prince unusually.
"Would this problem have to do with a green fellow that goes by the name Zarbon?" he asked very passively. The prince jaw dropped at the knowledge that Gadren possessed.
"Yes it does," said Vegita. "He has offered to end our war and bring peace to our planet, in exchange for our armies' services in his empire."
Gadren stood there absorbing the information. "Then why did Zarbon tell me to come to the capital?" he asked out loud.
"I wouldn't know," said Vegita. "I can't understand though why is my father so hesitant to join with this Zarbon character, it would finally bring us the power we need and our pride would grow."
"No," stated Gadren fiercely, he looked up towards the top of the tower. "There is a darker force at work here other then Zarbon, I think the king feels it to. I must speak with him."
He moved to approach the stairs, but two guards stood in his way. "The king has asked to be sequestered for time to think," said one of the guards. Gadren looked at Vegita, and he nodded that they were speaking the truth.
"He has asked to be alone," said Vegita. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his cape that he was wearing blowing in the wind across his royal Saiyan armor.
"Then, I will wait to," said Gadren who sat down and crossed his legs in a meditative trance. "For there is something far greater then us at work here. I must meditate on the coming events." He fell quiet and the rest of the group stood in the silence of the wind blowing across the courtyard, and waited.