Flame in the Darkness
meeting with the king
By Saiyan Wench
The Saiyan youth went down the halls of the Vegetian palace (scouter in hand) at a healthy trot. She was in no way late, but the excitement of the moment made it impossible for her to merely walk to her destination. She was not nervous, she convinced herself, but agitated. She didn't expect the king to treat special in anyway either, but wisps of her daydreams flashed before her, yet again, as she made her way to the throne room.
Upon her arrival, Mayta came face to face with to enormous (even for a Saiyan's stature) guards whom stood before the doorway that was the throne room's. They paid little attention to her until she got closer. The one to her right stepped before the passageway and demanded to know her business.
"I've come with the statistics of Planet Waun." Mayta replied simply.
The large beast of a Saiyan eyed her for a moment, perhaps wondering how such a little female became to be a warrior of Coniflur's. As Coniflur had a reputation of being the leader of one of Vegeta's most powerful and dependable battle troops. Mayta stood tall for her height and looked the guard in the eye. She didn't fear him in the least; she had business with the king and the king alone.
"You may pass." The guard finally said, still keeping his eyes glued at the small figure before him. He stepped aside and turned his head to follow her as she passed.
Mayta stepped into a large cathedral-ceilinged type room. The carpet was of bright red fur, the ground was of polished, amber, wooden tiles, the room's great ceiling was supported by ten mammoth pillars of wood and gold. At each stood another guard of equal imposing stature. At the end of the fur carpet was a group of men and servants, in the center of them, sitting in his throne, was the king of the Saiyans. His lordship, King Vegeta. Mayta blinked twice before she began walking, briskly towards him. Her tail tightened around her waist and her eyebrows rose slightly then furrowed, giving her youthful face a serious appearance. She made sure that as soon as she came with five feet of the great king she took to one knee and bowed her head. Two wisps of hair fell in face yet she did not wipe them away. She was perfectly still until the king spoke.
The king asked his subject to leave softly before addressing the girl. All but her, the king, the guards and one young man remained. This young man stood leaning against a pillar, with his arms crossed around his chest, his eyes fixed on the king and the female warrior. He remained silent. He king's eyes shifted to the young man before asking Mayta to rise.
His glaze returned to her before asking, "Have you the statistics I asked for?" his face gave no impression of emotion as he spoke.
"Yes, my lord." Mayta replied rising to her feet. She handed King Vegeta her scouter, ever mindful of the man who stood by the pillar. She could feel his eyes burning into her. He gave her a strange felling. One she didn't not find comfortable. "Put it on and it will give you a video recording of the planet's surface." She politely instructed.
The king took the scouter and placed it on his head. His face took on serious appearance before pressing the scouter's on button, playing the recording.
"It will also give you the data, I recorded."
"I see that." The king's eyes crinkled slightly. "Large corillium deposits...."
"Yes, the planet is littered with them, sir" Mayta replied sternly.
"A useful planet, then?"
"I would believe so, my lord" Mayta bowed her head slightly as she said "lord".
"Thank you for your time, young warrior, this planet will be useful to us." The king finally said putting down the scouter.
"You mean useful to FREEZA!" The man shouted. "Father this planet should be OURS!"
Mayta was knocked back by the young man whom had rushed over from his pillar. She caught her balance and yelled, "HEY, You clumsy…!" but suddenly realized what she was about to say and bit her tongue. Did he just say father?! Her mind screamed.
The man looked down at her and gave her a look that could freeze fire. His eyes burned into her, into her soul. They flickered green for a second. Mayta shook her head and looked again, they were now black. Black as coal. Her mind was playing tricks on her. He grabbed her by her spandex jump suit and lifted her off the ground. He leaned in close to her. "That is no way to speak to the Prince of Planet Vegeta." He spat. The prince threw her, but Mayta used her ki to soften the toss and allow her levitate gently to the ground about 10 feet for from where she had started. It was no lie she was angry but said nothing as she looked back at the arrogant foul whom called himself a prince. The prince ignored her glare.
"Now Vegeta!" The king cut in. He had stood up out of his throne. "I've explained to you why this must be done!"
Mayta walked back to the carpet and bowed. "My lord, if there isn't anything else, I must be going."
"That is fine." The king replied.
The prince turned back to her and with those cold eyes looked her up and down. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips glued together, he suddenly turned back to his father and continued screaming. Mayta, still angered and offended walk away and made her way back to her chambers.
Mayta knew she had only one night before she was stationed to leave but felt that the amount of disrespect the prince had shown her deemed her the right to make use of her time in anyway she pleased. She paid a little visit to the spar floor.
After thoroughly beating the crap out of a great majority of the king's lower level gaurds, Mayta waved goodbye to the room of battle beaten warriors and left to return to her chambers. She made her way to her room only to find the door already open. Odd, she thought. They maid must have left it open… She reasoned. Upon entering Mayta felt a shiver run up her back. Her ears twitched and her tail uncoiled and rose with caution. Something about the room was different. She stepped in an examined the area. Nothing was physically different… Suddenly Mayta was restrained from behind. A figure had blurred in and she had no time to react. It was out of her sight range and, try as she did, she couldn't over power it, all she knew was it was indeed strong.
"Ooooh, you are pretty strong for being so tiny…" Came a low, gruff voice. It was almost like a whisper. The arms around her tightened; almost to the point where Mayta, couldn't breathe.
Mayta's eyes darted back. "It's YOU!" She half yelled. "You COCKY, BASTARD! SON OF A BITCH! LET ME GO!" Mayta screamed. Her attacker was the prince.