SAIYAN BLOOD WARS
Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 4 The Plan Unfolds
Disclaimer -I don't own DBZ, but this story is my own creation.
Far across the planet of the Saiyans, thousands of miles from the capitals of both feuding nations, lies a volcanic wasteland. Where molten rock and volcanic explosions make the land uninhabitable, for Saiyans.
Inside this wasteland, is a small dome shaped ship, hovering over a boiling lake of lava. Inside this ship is living quarters, a medical bay, and a sophisticated command center with dozens of armored technicians working at control panels.
Sitting at the command chair is Zarbon, his eyes closed in a meditative trance and waiting for something. In front of him is a giant screen, and on it is the global map of the Saiyan planet.
Heavy footsteps approach Zarbon from behind, causing him to open his eyes. "Why, hello Dadorain," said Zarbon. "I hope you have been as successful as I have been."
The large, pudgy, spiked, pink warrior came up on the right side of the chair. His scratchy voice came across with excitement. "I have," were what he said.
"This species of warriors is like nothing I have ever met in my life," said Zarbon. "They live with heavy gravity, a harsh environment, and have a large sense of pride that makes them fight for it. We have hit a gold mine."
"Yes," replied Dadorian. "We should report this right now."
"I have already sent a message for Lord Freiza to contact us," said Zarbon. "I am awaiting for the transmission pulse to arrive so we can talk to him in person. It should be here at any moment." With his exact words there was a beeping at the communications monitor.
"We have an incoming transmission from Lord Freiza," said one of the purple-headed aliens at the control board.
"Well put it up on the main screen," ordered Zarbon, he got out of his chair ready to speak to his master.
The screen flashed from the map to the horned headed, pink skinned, white-headed alien lord known as Freiza. "Report," said his feminine voice. No one dared think his voice was funny for behind that voice was a power that would annihilate anyone who dared to laugh at him.
"The scouting report was right," said Dadorian first. "This planet has a race of extremely strong warriors. Stronger then most of our regular army."
"How strong is this?" asked Frieza inquisitively.
It was Zarbons turn. "The planet's soldiers power range from 500 to 7800 in fighting ability," he replied. "Also their fighting technique is really battle hardened, after approximately 3000 years of faction fighting for domination of this planet."
"Interesting," said Freiza. He licked his purple lips and thought for a moment. "Can we control these people?"
"We have each spoken to one of the heads of the strongest sides," said Dadorian. "I spoke to Bocaro, and he said he will follow us wholeheartedly if we assist him in winning this war and making him the ruler of the planet."
"I spoke to the Vegita faction," said Zarbon. "They seem to be the winning side in this war as they have the stronger fighters, better technology, and superior leadership."
"What is their stand?" said Freiza.
"They are not totally with us yet," replied the green skinned alien. "The king seems hesitant to give up the total rule of people to us, he is old and is trapped in his old ways of war. His son, the next heir to the throne, seems more eager to join us. He is more power hungry then his father, and is willing to allow a higher power overrule him at times when they are necessary."
Freiza sat there thinking for a few moments. "Excellent work you two, I have decided that this Vegita army is more suited to be the ruling class." replied Freiza. Zarbon looked at Dadorian, but he only shrugged off that he would now have to annihilate the people that he had offered to join him. "Here are some more orders, I will be arriving in 2 weeks to this planet. I want this war over by then, and I want this Prince Vegita on the throne. The current king is to be removed without anyone knowing that his death had anything to do with us. When I arrive I want to be seen as a savior and not an assassin. The people would be more willing to fight for us if they are on our side."
"Yes, my lord," said Zarbon and Dadorian simultaneously. The whole command center bowed and the screen flicked off.
"So," said Dadorian. "How do we assassinate this King Vegita?"
"I have thought about that already," replied Zarbon. "A high ranking general, known as Gadren has captured one of Bocaro's top ranking assassins, who is also Bocaro's daughter. I say we use her as our patsy in killing the King."
"So she takes the fall, and the prince takes the throne and begs to join our empire. We help him annihilate the Bocaro's, and then the Saiyans join with Lord Freiza. Great idea," said Dadorian. "Where is this Gadren now."
"Actually as of this moment he is speaking with the king, and he brought that girl with him to the palace," replied Zarbon. They both smiled.
"This is way too easy," said Dadorian. Both warriors let out a loud burst of laughter that echoed throughout the entire wasteland.
Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 4 The Plan Unfolds
Disclaimer -I don't own DBZ, but this story is my own creation.
Far across the planet of the Saiyans, thousands of miles from the capitals of both feuding nations, lies a volcanic wasteland. Where molten rock and volcanic explosions make the land uninhabitable, for Saiyans.
Inside this wasteland, is a small dome shaped ship, hovering over a boiling lake of lava. Inside this ship is living quarters, a medical bay, and a sophisticated command center with dozens of armored technicians working at control panels.
Sitting at the command chair is Zarbon, his eyes closed in a meditative trance and waiting for something. In front of him is a giant screen, and on it is the global map of the Saiyan planet.
Heavy footsteps approach Zarbon from behind, causing him to open his eyes. "Why, hello Dadorain," said Zarbon. "I hope you have been as successful as I have been."
The large, pudgy, spiked, pink warrior came up on the right side of the chair. His scratchy voice came across with excitement. "I have," were what he said.
"This species of warriors is like nothing I have ever met in my life," said Zarbon. "They live with heavy gravity, a harsh environment, and have a large sense of pride that makes them fight for it. We have hit a gold mine."
"Yes," replied Dadorian. "We should report this right now."
"I have already sent a message for Lord Freiza to contact us," said Zarbon. "I am awaiting for the transmission pulse to arrive so we can talk to him in person. It should be here at any moment." With his exact words there was a beeping at the communications monitor.
"We have an incoming transmission from Lord Freiza," said one of the purple-headed aliens at the control board.
"Well put it up on the main screen," ordered Zarbon, he got out of his chair ready to speak to his master.
The screen flashed from the map to the horned headed, pink skinned, white-headed alien lord known as Freiza. "Report," said his feminine voice. No one dared think his voice was funny for behind that voice was a power that would annihilate anyone who dared to laugh at him.
"The scouting report was right," said Dadorian first. "This planet has a race of extremely strong warriors. Stronger then most of our regular army."
"How strong is this?" asked Frieza inquisitively.
It was Zarbons turn. "The planet's soldiers power range from 500 to 7800 in fighting ability," he replied. "Also their fighting technique is really battle hardened, after approximately 3000 years of faction fighting for domination of this planet."
"Interesting," said Freiza. He licked his purple lips and thought for a moment. "Can we control these people?"
"We have each spoken to one of the heads of the strongest sides," said Dadorian. "I spoke to Bocaro, and he said he will follow us wholeheartedly if we assist him in winning this war and making him the ruler of the planet."
"I spoke to the Vegita faction," said Zarbon. "They seem to be the winning side in this war as they have the stronger fighters, better technology, and superior leadership."
"What is their stand?" said Freiza.
"They are not totally with us yet," replied the green skinned alien. "The king seems hesitant to give up the total rule of people to us, he is old and is trapped in his old ways of war. His son, the next heir to the throne, seems more eager to join us. He is more power hungry then his father, and is willing to allow a higher power overrule him at times when they are necessary."
Freiza sat there thinking for a few moments. "Excellent work you two, I have decided that this Vegita army is more suited to be the ruling class." replied Freiza. Zarbon looked at Dadorian, but he only shrugged off that he would now have to annihilate the people that he had offered to join him. "Here are some more orders, I will be arriving in 2 weeks to this planet. I want this war over by then, and I want this Prince Vegita on the throne. The current king is to be removed without anyone knowing that his death had anything to do with us. When I arrive I want to be seen as a savior and not an assassin. The people would be more willing to fight for us if they are on our side."
"Yes, my lord," said Zarbon and Dadorian simultaneously. The whole command center bowed and the screen flicked off.
"So," said Dadorian. "How do we assassinate this King Vegita?"
"I have thought about that already," replied Zarbon. "A high ranking general, known as Gadren has captured one of Bocaro's top ranking assassins, who is also Bocaro's daughter. I say we use her as our patsy in killing the King."
"So she takes the fall, and the prince takes the throne and begs to join our empire. We help him annihilate the Bocaro's, and then the Saiyans join with Lord Freiza. Great idea," said Dadorian. "Where is this Gadren now."
"Actually as of this moment he is speaking with the king, and he brought that girl with him to the palace," replied Zarbon. They both smiled.
"This is way too easy," said Dadorian. Both warriors let out a loud burst of laughter that echoed throughout the entire wasteland.