SAIYAN BLOOD WARS
Episode 1 - Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 5 The Power Struggle
A/N- I'd like to thank Frieza's Woman for pointing out the grave error I made in the spelling of Dodoria's name. I will from here on end spell it correctly. Thanks again and please review.
The steps that crept up around the inside of the obelisk were eerily quiet, for this was the first time that Gadren had climbed the steps and there was not a single guard along the way. Well this was the first time in the history of the Vegita faction that, a king would dismiss his royal guard entirely. Gadren knew there was something wrong.
Prince Vegita had given him the story of what Zarbon had said and done. Something told Gadren that there was more to Zarbon's motives then just creating a stronger fighting force. There was too much cloak and dagger acting by this warrior. He was indeed stronger then the Saiyan Elite guard.
'Is he stronger then me,' thought Gadren. He was nearly to the top, summoned there by the king. 'This warrior could destroy us in an instant if the king didn't do as he pleased, and maybe I won't be able to defend him.'
The darkness in his thoughts thickened as he came upon the throne room and the old king sitting there with one hand covering his eyes as if his spirit was tortured in a fiery hell. His fear had made the king look even older and weaker then he truly was. This Zarbon had given the king 3 days to decide whether he should rule as a puppet or die as a martyr.
"My Liege," spoke Gadren, as he approached the throne and knelt down in a bow of respect for his leader. "I have come just as you asked. How may I serve you?"
"Then answer me this," said the king softly. He had not moved an inch except for his mouth. "After all this fighting of the past millennia's are we to just stop and put our arms in chains." Gadren had never heard a more poetic speech ever in his life. This was not a Saiyan warrior talking. This was a Saiyan truly expressing his fear for the choice that he must make.
"I do not know, sire," replied Gadren. "I will fight for you, die for you, but I cannot decide for you. You are the king and I am his knight, the first and foremost elite class warrior to ever be born from Saiyan blood."
"Then tell me this," said the king. "Are we doomed?"
"I believe," said Gadren. "That the Saiyans are the most powerful beings in the universe. We get stronger and faster everyday, and our true power of the Super Saiyan is locked in all of us somewhere, only time stands in the way of us ever unleashing that god like fury, that destroyed our 3rd moon and everyone on it, a millennia ago." He approached the throne and took the kings hand from the eyes of the great ruler.
"Whatever your choice maybe," said Gadren. "I will follow you, and my army will follow you." The king looked at him and smiled, Gadren returned the smile.
"You are like the son that I have always wanted," said the king. These words shocked Gadren's ears. "I know, these words are unusual for me to say, but I fear that my real son has ideals of following this Zarbon and his galactic empire. I fear that my decision will create a power struggle, because he believes this man can bring him the power that will help him control the world. He is so blinded by greed that he might be even insane enough to call upon the ceremonial trial of leadership, where he will challenge me to a fight for my throne."
Gadren gritted his teeth. The prince was very much the description that the king had spoken. He hated to admit the truth, but this was a problem that may destroy any hopes of creating a civilization for the Saiyan race. Just then an idea struck his mind.
"My Lord," said Gadren. "You are far too old to be able to fight your son in a fair fight. The code allows you, that past a certain age of leadership you can select a champion to fight for you, and I would be honored to fight for you."
"Then there is hope for us yet," said the king.
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"Damn him," screamed the young prince in the hallway of the northern tower. It was nightfall and the castle was poorly lit. "He has decided to refuse Zarbon's request, why would he doom us to another decade of this misery. When we can seize the opportunity now to become the strongest beings in the universe." The prince was alone in these hallways, in a fit of anger at his father's final decision.
The memory of hours ago flooded back to him; as he stood there and watched as his father snatched his plans away from him. He was about to challenge his right to rule when, that suck up of a knight, Gadren spoke that anyone who challenged this decision would have to get through him first. Vegita knew that Gadren was stronger then him now. Maybe later on in life he would become stronger then him but not at this time.
"Why?" said the king sadly. He collapsed to his knees, and bent his head down. He spoke softly almost a whisper, "We could have been so great."
A thud of two sets of boots approaching from behind him broke his thoughts.
"You were right," said the raspy voice of Dodoria. "He is a dreamer, and he is also perfect for our plans." He came up on Vegita's left. Another figure came up on his right.
"I told you," said the accented voice of Zarbon. Vegita looked up at both of them staring down at him. "Boy, how would you like to be king?"
"What?" said the stunned Prince.
"We want you to be on the throne," replied the pink and massive Dodoria. "We have plans for your kingdom and your father is in the way."
"You can't," said Vegita. "The only way to become king is to either succeed him in a natural death, or defeat him or his champion in a trial by combat."
"Oh," replied Zarbon smugly. "We have found a loop hole for which you can become king in the next 2 days, if you are willing to join us."
A smile crossed the prince's face, a smile of greed. "You bet I am," said the eager prince. The two warriors picked up the prince on to his feet and they started to walk into the darkness of the hallway. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"To plan on making you a lord, Vegita," said Dodoria. "But first you must meet someone."
"Who?" asked the prince.
"The lord of this entire galaxy," replied Zarbon. "My lord, and soon to be yours. The strongest being in the universe Lord Freiza." After that there was only the sounds of three sets of footsteps walking into the darkness of the halls of the castle.
Episode 1 - Dark Eclipse
By EZRyder
Chapter 5 The Power Struggle
A/N- I'd like to thank Frieza's Woman for pointing out the grave error I made in the spelling of Dodoria's name. I will from here on end spell it correctly. Thanks again and please review.
The steps that crept up around the inside of the obelisk were eerily quiet, for this was the first time that Gadren had climbed the steps and there was not a single guard along the way. Well this was the first time in the history of the Vegita faction that, a king would dismiss his royal guard entirely. Gadren knew there was something wrong.
Prince Vegita had given him the story of what Zarbon had said and done. Something told Gadren that there was more to Zarbon's motives then just creating a stronger fighting force. There was too much cloak and dagger acting by this warrior. He was indeed stronger then the Saiyan Elite guard.
'Is he stronger then me,' thought Gadren. He was nearly to the top, summoned there by the king. 'This warrior could destroy us in an instant if the king didn't do as he pleased, and maybe I won't be able to defend him.'
The darkness in his thoughts thickened as he came upon the throne room and the old king sitting there with one hand covering his eyes as if his spirit was tortured in a fiery hell. His fear had made the king look even older and weaker then he truly was. This Zarbon had given the king 3 days to decide whether he should rule as a puppet or die as a martyr.
"My Liege," spoke Gadren, as he approached the throne and knelt down in a bow of respect for his leader. "I have come just as you asked. How may I serve you?"
"Then answer me this," said the king softly. He had not moved an inch except for his mouth. "After all this fighting of the past millennia's are we to just stop and put our arms in chains." Gadren had never heard a more poetic speech ever in his life. This was not a Saiyan warrior talking. This was a Saiyan truly expressing his fear for the choice that he must make.
"I do not know, sire," replied Gadren. "I will fight for you, die for you, but I cannot decide for you. You are the king and I am his knight, the first and foremost elite class warrior to ever be born from Saiyan blood."
"Then tell me this," said the king. "Are we doomed?"
"I believe," said Gadren. "That the Saiyans are the most powerful beings in the universe. We get stronger and faster everyday, and our true power of the Super Saiyan is locked in all of us somewhere, only time stands in the way of us ever unleashing that god like fury, that destroyed our 3rd moon and everyone on it, a millennia ago." He approached the throne and took the kings hand from the eyes of the great ruler.
"Whatever your choice maybe," said Gadren. "I will follow you, and my army will follow you." The king looked at him and smiled, Gadren returned the smile.
"You are like the son that I have always wanted," said the king. These words shocked Gadren's ears. "I know, these words are unusual for me to say, but I fear that my real son has ideals of following this Zarbon and his galactic empire. I fear that my decision will create a power struggle, because he believes this man can bring him the power that will help him control the world. He is so blinded by greed that he might be even insane enough to call upon the ceremonial trial of leadership, where he will challenge me to a fight for my throne."
Gadren gritted his teeth. The prince was very much the description that the king had spoken. He hated to admit the truth, but this was a problem that may destroy any hopes of creating a civilization for the Saiyan race. Just then an idea struck his mind.
"My Lord," said Gadren. "You are far too old to be able to fight your son in a fair fight. The code allows you, that past a certain age of leadership you can select a champion to fight for you, and I would be honored to fight for you."
"Then there is hope for us yet," said the king.
*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-
"Damn him," screamed the young prince in the hallway of the northern tower. It was nightfall and the castle was poorly lit. "He has decided to refuse Zarbon's request, why would he doom us to another decade of this misery. When we can seize the opportunity now to become the strongest beings in the universe." The prince was alone in these hallways, in a fit of anger at his father's final decision.
The memory of hours ago flooded back to him; as he stood there and watched as his father snatched his plans away from him. He was about to challenge his right to rule when, that suck up of a knight, Gadren spoke that anyone who challenged this decision would have to get through him first. Vegita knew that Gadren was stronger then him now. Maybe later on in life he would become stronger then him but not at this time.
"Why?" said the king sadly. He collapsed to his knees, and bent his head down. He spoke softly almost a whisper, "We could have been so great."
A thud of two sets of boots approaching from behind him broke his thoughts.
"You were right," said the raspy voice of Dodoria. "He is a dreamer, and he is also perfect for our plans." He came up on Vegita's left. Another figure came up on his right.
"I told you," said the accented voice of Zarbon. Vegita looked up at both of them staring down at him. "Boy, how would you like to be king?"
"What?" said the stunned Prince.
"We want you to be on the throne," replied the pink and massive Dodoria. "We have plans for your kingdom and your father is in the way."
"You can't," said Vegita. "The only way to become king is to either succeed him in a natural death, or defeat him or his champion in a trial by combat."
"Oh," replied Zarbon smugly. "We have found a loop hole for which you can become king in the next 2 days, if you are willing to join us."
A smile crossed the prince's face, a smile of greed. "You bet I am," said the eager prince. The two warriors picked up the prince on to his feet and they started to walk into the darkness of the hallway. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"To plan on making you a lord, Vegita," said Dodoria. "But first you must meet someone."
"Who?" asked the prince.
"The lord of this entire galaxy," replied Zarbon. "My lord, and soon to be yours. The strongest being in the universe Lord Freiza." After that there was only the sounds of three sets of footsteps walking into the darkness of the halls of the castle.