Flame in the Darkness

mayta's arival

By Saiyan Wench

The girl warrior sat in the solitary silence of her pod as it sped through space.   She was content to be free of Coniflur's command for the moment, but was greatly disappointed that she would miss the invasion.  Like I would have been involved, anyway…The persistent voice in her head pouted.  Space was cold and dark, but more comforting than the confines of her cell, or an empty war ship for that matter.  At least in this way she was still doing something of importance for the Saiyan race.  Plus, she would be having the honor of going before the King.  Maybe he would sense her abilities and make something of her.  Her mind momentarily wandered to the greatness she could achieve as one of the great King Vegeta's royal guards or warriors of the crown.  A subtle grin spread across her relaxed face. 

Stop daydreaming, Mayta.  This is why you're still stuck where you are.  You'll never get anywhere unless you get your head out of the clouds. The voice of Mayta's practicality barked.  She did agree with this voice, but missed bliss of her daydreams.  Solemnly, Mayta closed her eyes and tried to sleep a bit more before her arrival on Planet Vegeta.

The palace of Vegeta shook as its prince stormed through its halls.  Its beautifully adorned floors and ceilings quaked and heaved under the furry of a Saiyan on a mission.  Pushing through the crowds of his servants, sparing no heed in his wake, this man would not stop until his quest was fulfilled. He was searching for his father. 

"Father!!!"  He screamed as the palace shuddered. He looked down the halls and through all of the king's favorite chambers.  He grabbed one unfortunate servant by the throat.  "Where is the king!?!"  He boomed, inches from the terrified soul's face.

"H-he…He just returned from a meeting with some aliens." The servant sputtered.

"That doesn't answer my question you FOUL!"  The prince replied raising the man in the air.  "Does it?!"

The servant started to gag, "THRONE ROOM!!" he squawked.

 He was promptly thrown to the side as the powerful and fairly short-tempered Prince Vegeta began trotting to the throne room. 

Upon his arrival, Vegeta noticed his father slumped over in his throne.  One hand massaging his temple the other digging its fingers into the arm of his chair, his father appeared distressed. His spiked black hair rested on his shoulders, his eyes were as dark as space; they reflected the emptiness of the room in which he sat.  The King was perhaps the strongest Saiyan to ever live, it was unusual to find him in a state such as this.   The great King seemed distant and far away even as his son stormed into the room.  He looked over to the young man that was his heir but his expression did not change.  His prince was of average height for a Saiyan but far more than average in strength.  He had dark brown hair, which defied gravity in the same way that a flame stood straight up in an air filled room.  His receding hairline displayed his maturity his eyes revealed his soul.  The king knew that he had already been surpassed, but often wondered if the young man he had raised knew as well.  King Vegeta sensed that his time in the throne was to soon end.  Perhaps this was it.

"WHAT IS THIS TALK OF PEACE OFFERING?!!?!!"  The prince thundered.

The great king was taken off guard by this accusation. It was far from the "challenge for the throne" demand he had been expecting.  "Vegeta, my son, its nothing more that politics."

"Saiyans do not offer peace tokens!" was the reply.  "We are warriors!"

"You will learn as king that some things are better left untouched." The king said softly, running his fingers through his beard.  "I am offering the newly conquered planet of Waun, to the Kold's.  It will show them we do not mean them war and in fact would like to be partners.  It would be wise of you not to challenge them.  A wise warrior knows when to attack and when not."  Truth was that this race of creatures bewildered him.  They appeared to be frail and weak but displayed such power.  He had witnessed how they could act towards their enemies and had concluded, that for the good of the race, his people would never be their enemies.

"…." The prince glared at his father in disgust.

In a matter of an instant the king was up and in his son's face.  King Vegeta merely just blurred into view before taking his son by the lip of his armor and slamming him up against a wall.  The wall gave but Vegeta senior held his son firm.

"Listen, my son.  You must respect your king.  And respect my wishes.  As king you will have to deal with these creatures in the same….or our race is doomed!"  King Vegeta roared.

The heir to the throne could only blink a response before his father released him and walked quietly away. He was left alone in the room with only the silence to mock him.

Having come upon her home planet, Mayta radioed the surface, "This is Mayta of troop #01126.  I bring the statistics of Planet Waun as the king's requested."

"Go ahead and touch down, Mayta.  The king has been expecting you."  Came the reply.

Mayta proceeded to land and was promptly led to her chambers. She was informed that she was to appear before the king the following morning.  Her room was dimly lit with a nest-bed in the corner.  It was a round room, as most Saiyan rooms were, but was furnished with a fur carpet and a spa.  She wondered what kind of training facilities they had in a place such as this.  There must have at least five in the whole palace! She thought.

She went in search of one and found that the gyms were indeed greater than she could ever have imagined, she spent the rest of her night there before going back to her room. After all, she still had to be presentable for her meeting with the king tomorrow; a dip in the spa was in order.  After her cleansing ritual, Mayta floated to her nest and dropped to the pillows.  She let out sigh of satisfaction as she thought, Man, could I get used to this?!, before slipping off to sleep.

She awoke the following morning to find an intruder in the room.  She had not yet open her eyes when she detected the sound of foot steps in her room.  She sprang at the trespasser and threw it to the ground.  It was an alien, a very shocked and surprised alien.   Mayta realized her state and blushed as she grabbed her sheets and draped them around her.

"What are you doing here!?" Mayta screamed trying to cover herself at the same time.

The woman, having dealt with Saiyans before, helped herself back up. "I'm a servant, my lady.  I came in to give you your wake up call. You do have a meeting with the king don't you?" She replied dusting herself off.

Mayta suddenly felt very foolish. "Oh…uh…sorry." She grabbed one of her suits and put it on hastily, along with her arm guards, boots and armor.  "I've gotta go."  She grabbed her scouter and was about halfway to the door until she heard a…

"Uh-HEM!"

Mayta turned around to look at the maid.  "What?"

The woman motioned to the mirror on the sidewall.  Mayta gazed into it.  She had one of the worst cases of bed head ever.  Quickly grabbing a comb and a hair tie, Mayta quickly combed out her spikey black hair back into her usual half up/half down hairstyle and was on her way to her meeting with the king.

To be continued…(If some one wants it too, so review!)