"Rebels of the Revolution"

By Akira

Summary: "Saiyans have no king; Saiyans need no king." The heir to the throne returned long from exile – a choice he made long ago. He took the throne, and within months, rumors of a rebellion emerged. The entire planet turned against him… all except one girl.

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Chapter II

Trunks braced himself for landing impact.  As his round space pod bounced in the landing-circle, inner war raged within his conscience.  Royal guards marched out to his pod.  They opened the door and immediately knelt, one knee bended, one hand over the heart.

Trunks stepped out of the pod.  The planet was bare as far as the eye could see.  No more lush forests of Namek; no more peaceful brooks and streams.  Before him was now a barren wasteland of a planet.  Brown.  Red.  Obviously, the Saiya-jin held no respect for the beauty of nature.  Maybe they had never been given the chance.  Some things were definitely going to change once he got into office.

By now, the guards had gotten back on their feet.  "This way, my king," one of the guards said, turning with a swish of his red cloak.

"…And now… the fun begins…"

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Trunks stepped into the Great Hall.  Walls of grey stones surrounded him, immersing him in the bright illumination provided by the large windows.  A long red carpet, which extended under his feet, led up a golden throne, placed in the middle of the raised platform.  The platform upon which this golden throne stood was raised upon a semicircle of stairs.  As Trunks approached, a man with striking turquoise eyes and black hair rose from his black throne at the foot of the stairs.  He inclined his head slightly, "King Trunks… this meeting is certainly an honor."

Trunks was puzzled as to why this man did not kneel as all the others did… but nonetheless he inclined his head in response.  "And you are…" Trunks inquired softly.

"Oh, your majesty!  Excuse my imprudent manner!  I am Son Gohan, Steward of Vegeta-sei… loyal servant of the Crown," the black-haired man had replied in his educated voice.  A barely noticeable hint of sarcasm was present in his voice.

Trunks nodded, keeping his voice to himself.  The Nameks had taught youngsters to control themselves and not interrupt when an elder was speaking.  Though this man in front of him did not look much older than himself, Trunks thought it was best to let him speak.

"Would you like me to give you a tour of the palace and its grounds, your majesty?" a tiny voice called out from behind the stone column.

Gohan's head snapped at the sound of the voice.  Trunks turned, curious as to who would speak to him without showing their face first.  What he saw was a mere girl.  She was dressed in pale blue silk, indicating she was of noble, if not royal, blood.  Her raven colored hair was done up in an elaborate manner – clearly she had known she was to be talking to the king.

Gohan and Trunks both opened their mouths, but Gohan managed to speak first.  "Pan!  What are you doing here?" he hissed just loud enough for the three of them to hear, but not the guards.

"Mother told me to come get you.  Dinner's nearly ready," the girl said.  Her eyes were as hard as onyx as they bore into the turquoise colored ones across the hall.

Remembering the girl's original question, Trunks cleared his voice.  "I'd love a tour of the palace and its grounds."

Gohan's head snapped again at the use of the word "love".  As Trunks would grow to know, "love" was definitely a word that was not casually used on Vegeta-sei.  "No, it's alright, honey," he said to Pan.  "I'll show his majesty around."

"Yes, father," Pan dipped into a curtsey and walked out as quietly as she had come in.

"Would you like to join my family and I for dinner tonight, your majesty?"  Gohan asked, and then hurriedly added, "I'll show you the palace and the grounds afterward."

"Thank you for inviting me, Gohan, Steward of Vegeta-sei.  I shall be much obliged to join you for dinner," Trunks said as politely as he could muster.  The tension in the hall was running as high as the stars.  Somehow, the other man didn't make him feel as comfortable as he should've been. 

"Well, let's go, shall we?  This way, your majesty."

End Chapter II

A/N: That was Chapter II. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Just for future reference, no, Pan will not be this "girly" all the way through.  You'll just have to wait and see what I put her through… *laughs evilly*  Review, or this shall become quite a nasty story….  MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!