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A/N: Thank you for the suggestions Starlight, I'll try to work on it. I'll try to be a bit more descriptive and elaborate more.(^_^)
Trunks first day as "king" of Vegeta was surprisingly not as hectic as he had at first suspected. He never really thought about it before, but the king's problems normally solved themselves. He had gotten civil complaints, and a meeting with the ruler of some foreign planet, what was it called again? He hadn't expected such an easy day, even if it had started out as one.
Trunks was startled when his guards woke him at a surprisingly early hour, Vegeta's smaller moon Setain was no where near disappearing into the horizon. Setain is the smaller of Vegeta's two moons, its orbit is much like that of Chikyuu's moon, there for it is seen every day. Takai, Vegeta's larger moon could only be seen once every ten years, it's distance from the planet left a clear view of this moon a rarity. Vegeta-sei had 390 days in its year and 13 months, the planet was farther from its sun than Chikyuu was from its own. As he arose from his luxurious bed, he was so groggy he nearly bumped his head on the sword that hung from the support of his canopy bed.
As he went to shower he stole a quick glance out of his window. The sun was on the verge of rising on the horizon, leaving it a pinkish hue. The view was like a painting on a canvas. Setain hung low in the sky, on the west horizon and the streaks of light from the un-risen sun illuminated the great city below him. He watched as lights appeared in each dome-like house's windows. One by one the windows streamed with light, that thought brought his attention to the rising sun. His eyes were locked on the beauty which he had seen so many times, but never ended captivating him. He was inspired as he looked at the sky slowly lightening, slowly filling with color, from a rich orange to a pure blue. It was like a miracle, unbelievable yet true. As the sun finished its climb into the sky his attention was stolen by an desperate pounding at the door.
He didn't even have time to open the door as his mother bust in screaming at the top of her lungs. Her screaming, incoherent at first slowly formed themselves into shouts."AAAAHHHH!!!! Trunks?! Why aren't you ready you have so much to do!"
"Mother, please. I'm going, alright? It'll be fine," Trunks tried to reassure her. "You're just anxious that dad isn't here, that all. Don't worry about it mother." Bulma calmed noticeably at her son's words. She heaved a sigh as she embraced her son tightly. The moment didn't last long as she pushed him into his bathroom. "Alright then Trunks, I guess you're right. But you're still late, so hurry up ok?" "Fine mother."
He undressed and stepped into his roomy shower and pulled its glass door closed. Automatically icy water poured down on him, he shivered at its touch. As he tried to change the temperature with the waterproof pad at his left, he realized something, his mother had programmed it to shower him with cold water. He wondered what his day would have in store for him. His father never really explained or taught him about the responsibilities of Kingship, all he really made him do was train. His mother of course was different, she had forced him to take classes in the sciences, history, languages, mathematics, reading and writing and he was glad for it. While his classes could be boring at times, they gave him things to do. He had often enjoyed studying the saiyan culture. He rarely had the opportunity to see it in action, being prince he was not permitted to speak to commoners. He had attempted to sneak out once but his straight lavender hair made him easily noticeable.
He slid the glass door open and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried himself and walked to his spacious closet. Looking through it he pulled out a black spandex suit and his finest silver armor, on its breast was the royal emblem, a dragon of rich green, surrounded by seven peculiar orange balls, each with a different number of red stars in its middle. His father had put the emblem into print as soon as he became king, it had evidently meant a lot to him and his mate the queen. Each time either of them saw it, they glowed with some secret pride, his mother especially. After putting them on he grabbed for his brush. His pride and vanity would not let him leave without combing out his lavender tresses.
He walked down the corridor to breakfast with his mother. As he entered the room he say her sitting at her normal spot beside a large but empty chair. He took his seat across from her as his sister entered the room. Bra was already nineteen, fifteen years younger than himself, yet she insisted on skipping down the palace halls. She had done so ever since she was able. Her hair, an aqua of sorts swayed playfully behind her, her eyes, brimming with merriment were focused on her seat beside her mother. As she neared him she gave him a quick hug and pecked her mothers cheek. Her mood was always cheery, her air simply delightful. While it was gladdening to see such happiness, in Trunks' mind it was sickening. It was as if she had no awareness of the world around her, a smile constantly plastered on her fair face. His saiyan appetite took over and he finished eating almost immediately. He abruptly stood and left the room, bidding only a quick goodbye to his now calm mother and
happy sister.
He then proceeded into the main discussion hall, where a short female saiyan stood waiting, a small handheld computer in her palm. "Hello Trunks, I'm Gidai. You have a very lax day today ouji-sama." Gidai said.
"Any way, first you have to deal with the civil complaints and then you have a conference with the king of Zonbi." He then followed her into a large room, against one wall stood a humongous golden chair, it looked like it was crafted for a god, crafted to look like a mass of feathers, each one intricately carved, it was so realistic as o be almost illusory. A brilliant and stunning chandelier radiated light onto the monstrous seat, casting shadows over the heavily detailed craft-men-ship giving the impression that the false mass of feathers was moving, the shadows constantly shifting. With jaw agape, he turned to the other side of the room, there were two podiums, both facing the massive chair. Each was blood red in color, the wood from which it was made was smooth, offering no knots on its surface, polished to a brilliant gleam. "Here you must try to settle the civil disputes between citizens. Good luck." Gidai finished and strolled out of the door. "Oh yes, so you don't
forget, tomorrow you will have to choose your house servants from the transport ship."
As she disappeared through the arched doorway, his attention focused on the door opposite the one through which Gidai had left. There stood two guard, in their grips were two scraggly men. Each had the typical saiyan hair, black and standing on end. Each of the two's faces were dirty, filthy. They were bony of body and their eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. Kitanai and Odaku turned out to be their names, figures. The guards threw them to their podiums, and as the landed, a force field suddenly appeared around them. They complained back and force. Arguing over too many things to say. Trunks watched them as a man came in to put his robe and crown on. When that was done he sat down on the golden spectacle. He sat back and watched them argue about stealing, lying and who knows what else. Everything else was lost in their screams and shouts. After an hour of constant pounding against the force fields, they eventually calmed down. It didn't take much longer for them to
give up eventually, when they did they slunk down to the bottom of their podiums panting rabidly. Finally Trunks stood, as he walked his black robe flowed behind him. When he finally reached the middle of the two podiums, he said in a tired voice " Are you two down with this incessant arguing?" they looked up at hi with weary and eyes and gave a nod. "So this little dispute is settled then?" Another nod as response. "Guards!" and in came his armed guards, awaiting his commands. "Take these two fools home, we are done here"
As the two were rushed out, in came Gidai, she seemed surprised with the fact that there was only one dispute. She announced it was time to lunch. He followed her into the same place in which he had eaten his breakfast. Bulma sat there, at her normal spot at the table and called Gidai to her side. No doubt she asked how it went, for when she was done, Bulma had a smile on her face. Her ate his lunch quickly, he hated when his mother had that look in her eyes. He was then taken, by Gidai to the conference room. There sat the disgusting looking king Zonbi. Within ten minutes Trunks already came to despise Diplomatic meetings. Nai as the king had ironically been named, seemed to enjoy his droning voice, he went on and on about the safety of his planet. Two hours into the meeting Trunks couldn't help but think~ I am going to settle this within the hour.~ He understood Nai's concern, his planet was very near to Vegeta-sai and he wanted to ensure the safety of his people from the
war hungry saiyans, however, he just wouldn't shut up.
Trunks for the first time since he entered the room spoke. "Please Nai, I understand your concern, and I agree with you whole-heartedly. I will sign whatever contract you need to assure you that your planet will be safe. Your people have always been valuable allies to us, and we wish you no harm." Lies, he couldn't do any harm, besides flattery always helped.
Nai smiled at his last comment and handed him a scroll. Scanning it quickly to make sure there was no trickery, he decided all was fine and signed it. Escorting him out the door, Trunks gave a sigh of relief. "I thank you greatly Prince. Thank you for your time." His smile did not help his horrendous features. Like all residents of the planet Zonbi, his appearance gave him others the suggestion that he was dead, making him all-in-all a terrible sight.
Gidai came in and announced his day was finally over. Looking outside at the clear blue day he realized how short his day had been. He went to his room and plopped down on his pillow covered bed. He went over to his bath and decided on a long soak. As he rose and dressed once more he remembered what Gidai had said about house servants from a transport ship. ~Hmmmm... Maybe I can finally find a good training partner...~
A/N: So what do you think? Did I do okay Starlight? I tried to be more descriptive and make it longer. I think I succeeded, do you? Any way please review, the button down there is starting to get lonely! (*-*)
Goten: Yeah pleeeeeeze?!
Desiree: Maybe this guy is good for something! (-^_^-) Well see ya later minna-san!
A/N: Thank you for the suggestions Starlight, I'll try to work on it. I'll try to be a bit more descriptive and elaborate more.(^_^)
Trunks first day as "king" of Vegeta was surprisingly not as hectic as he had at first suspected. He never really thought about it before, but the king's problems normally solved themselves. He had gotten civil complaints, and a meeting with the ruler of some foreign planet, what was it called again? He hadn't expected such an easy day, even if it had started out as one.
Trunks was startled when his guards woke him at a surprisingly early hour, Vegeta's smaller moon Setain was no where near disappearing into the horizon. Setain is the smaller of Vegeta's two moons, its orbit is much like that of Chikyuu's moon, there for it is seen every day. Takai, Vegeta's larger moon could only be seen once every ten years, it's distance from the planet left a clear view of this moon a rarity. Vegeta-sei had 390 days in its year and 13 months, the planet was farther from its sun than Chikyuu was from its own. As he arose from his luxurious bed, he was so groggy he nearly bumped his head on the sword that hung from the support of his canopy bed.
As he went to shower he stole a quick glance out of his window. The sun was on the verge of rising on the horizon, leaving it a pinkish hue. The view was like a painting on a canvas. Setain hung low in the sky, on the west horizon and the streaks of light from the un-risen sun illuminated the great city below him. He watched as lights appeared in each dome-like house's windows. One by one the windows streamed with light, that thought brought his attention to the rising sun. His eyes were locked on the beauty which he had seen so many times, but never ended captivating him. He was inspired as he looked at the sky slowly lightening, slowly filling with color, from a rich orange to a pure blue. It was like a miracle, unbelievable yet true. As the sun finished its climb into the sky his attention was stolen by an desperate pounding at the door.
He didn't even have time to open the door as his mother bust in screaming at the top of her lungs. Her screaming, incoherent at first slowly formed themselves into shouts."AAAAHHHH!!!! Trunks?! Why aren't you ready you have so much to do!"
"Mother, please. I'm going, alright? It'll be fine," Trunks tried to reassure her. "You're just anxious that dad isn't here, that all. Don't worry about it mother." Bulma calmed noticeably at her son's words. She heaved a sigh as she embraced her son tightly. The moment didn't last long as she pushed him into his bathroom. "Alright then Trunks, I guess you're right. But you're still late, so hurry up ok?" "Fine mother."
He undressed and stepped into his roomy shower and pulled its glass door closed. Automatically icy water poured down on him, he shivered at its touch. As he tried to change the temperature with the waterproof pad at his left, he realized something, his mother had programmed it to shower him with cold water. He wondered what his day would have in store for him. His father never really explained or taught him about the responsibilities of Kingship, all he really made him do was train. His mother of course was different, she had forced him to take classes in the sciences, history, languages, mathematics, reading and writing and he was glad for it. While his classes could be boring at times, they gave him things to do. He had often enjoyed studying the saiyan culture. He rarely had the opportunity to see it in action, being prince he was not permitted to speak to commoners. He had attempted to sneak out once but his straight lavender hair made him easily noticeable.
He slid the glass door open and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried himself and walked to his spacious closet. Looking through it he pulled out a black spandex suit and his finest silver armor, on its breast was the royal emblem, a dragon of rich green, surrounded by seven peculiar orange balls, each with a different number of red stars in its middle. His father had put the emblem into print as soon as he became king, it had evidently meant a lot to him and his mate the queen. Each time either of them saw it, they glowed with some secret pride, his mother especially. After putting them on he grabbed for his brush. His pride and vanity would not let him leave without combing out his lavender tresses.
He walked down the corridor to breakfast with his mother. As he entered the room he say her sitting at her normal spot beside a large but empty chair. He took his seat across from her as his sister entered the room. Bra was already nineteen, fifteen years younger than himself, yet she insisted on skipping down the palace halls. She had done so ever since she was able. Her hair, an aqua of sorts swayed playfully behind her, her eyes, brimming with merriment were focused on her seat beside her mother. As she neared him she gave him a quick hug and pecked her mothers cheek. Her mood was always cheery, her air simply delightful. While it was gladdening to see such happiness, in Trunks' mind it was sickening. It was as if she had no awareness of the world around her, a smile constantly plastered on her fair face. His saiyan appetite took over and he finished eating almost immediately. He abruptly stood and left the room, bidding only a quick goodbye to his now calm mother and
happy sister.
He then proceeded into the main discussion hall, where a short female saiyan stood waiting, a small handheld computer in her palm. "Hello Trunks, I'm Gidai. You have a very lax day today ouji-sama." Gidai said.
"Any way, first you have to deal with the civil complaints and then you have a conference with the king of Zonbi." He then followed her into a large room, against one wall stood a humongous golden chair, it looked like it was crafted for a god, crafted to look like a mass of feathers, each one intricately carved, it was so realistic as o be almost illusory. A brilliant and stunning chandelier radiated light onto the monstrous seat, casting shadows over the heavily detailed craft-men-ship giving the impression that the false mass of feathers was moving, the shadows constantly shifting. With jaw agape, he turned to the other side of the room, there were two podiums, both facing the massive chair. Each was blood red in color, the wood from which it was made was smooth, offering no knots on its surface, polished to a brilliant gleam. "Here you must try to settle the civil disputes between citizens. Good luck." Gidai finished and strolled out of the door. "Oh yes, so you don't
forget, tomorrow you will have to choose your house servants from the transport ship."
As she disappeared through the arched doorway, his attention focused on the door opposite the one through which Gidai had left. There stood two guard, in their grips were two scraggly men. Each had the typical saiyan hair, black and standing on end. Each of the two's faces were dirty, filthy. They were bony of body and their eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. Kitanai and Odaku turned out to be their names, figures. The guards threw them to their podiums, and as the landed, a force field suddenly appeared around them. They complained back and force. Arguing over too many things to say. Trunks watched them as a man came in to put his robe and crown on. When that was done he sat down on the golden spectacle. He sat back and watched them argue about stealing, lying and who knows what else. Everything else was lost in their screams and shouts. After an hour of constant pounding against the force fields, they eventually calmed down. It didn't take much longer for them to
give up eventually, when they did they slunk down to the bottom of their podiums panting rabidly. Finally Trunks stood, as he walked his black robe flowed behind him. When he finally reached the middle of the two podiums, he said in a tired voice " Are you two down with this incessant arguing?" they looked up at hi with weary and eyes and gave a nod. "So this little dispute is settled then?" Another nod as response. "Guards!" and in came his armed guards, awaiting his commands. "Take these two fools home, we are done here"
As the two were rushed out, in came Gidai, she seemed surprised with the fact that there was only one dispute. She announced it was time to lunch. He followed her into the same place in which he had eaten his breakfast. Bulma sat there, at her normal spot at the table and called Gidai to her side. No doubt she asked how it went, for when she was done, Bulma had a smile on her face. Her ate his lunch quickly, he hated when his mother had that look in her eyes. He was then taken, by Gidai to the conference room. There sat the disgusting looking king Zonbi. Within ten minutes Trunks already came to despise Diplomatic meetings. Nai as the king had ironically been named, seemed to enjoy his droning voice, he went on and on about the safety of his planet. Two hours into the meeting Trunks couldn't help but think~ I am going to settle this within the hour.~ He understood Nai's concern, his planet was very near to Vegeta-sai and he wanted to ensure the safety of his people from the
war hungry saiyans, however, he just wouldn't shut up.
Trunks for the first time since he entered the room spoke. "Please Nai, I understand your concern, and I agree with you whole-heartedly. I will sign whatever contract you need to assure you that your planet will be safe. Your people have always been valuable allies to us, and we wish you no harm." Lies, he couldn't do any harm, besides flattery always helped.
Nai smiled at his last comment and handed him a scroll. Scanning it quickly to make sure there was no trickery, he decided all was fine and signed it. Escorting him out the door, Trunks gave a sigh of relief. "I thank you greatly Prince. Thank you for your time." His smile did not help his horrendous features. Like all residents of the planet Zonbi, his appearance gave him others the suggestion that he was dead, making him all-in-all a terrible sight.
Gidai came in and announced his day was finally over. Looking outside at the clear blue day he realized how short his day had been. He went to his room and plopped down on his pillow covered bed. He went over to his bath and decided on a long soak. As he rose and dressed once more he remembered what Gidai had said about house servants from a transport ship. ~Hmmmm... Maybe I can finally find a good training partner...~
A/N: So what do you think? Did I do okay Starlight? I tried to be more descriptive and make it longer. I think I succeeded, do you? Any way please review, the button down there is starting to get lonely! (*-*)
Goten: Yeah pleeeeeeze?!
Desiree: Maybe this guy is good for something! (-^_^-) Well see ya later minna-san!