"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 III
"Thank you," Trunks said to Videl, Gohan's earthling wife, as she gathered the plates off the wooden table.
"No problem, your majesty," Videl replied, giving him a smile, which extended to her eyes. "It's nice to finally have someone appreciate my cooking for once. All these two ever do is gobble it up without a word of thanks," Videl added, mock glaring at her husband and daughter.
Gohan stood up abruptly without meeting his wife's eyes. "Let us go to the grounds, shall we?"
Trunks stood up along with Gohan. "My compliments to your cooking, Lady. I hope to be able to dine with your family again soon. Let us proceed."
Pan rose out of her seat to stand by her mother. Both curtsied as the King and Steward of Vegeta-sei acknowledged them and walked out the door. Two minutes later as the King and Steward came to the end of the hall, both heard a terrible crash from the door they had just exited out of.
Trunks was worried… there weren't a lot of times when crashes like that exploded. Gohan sensed his worry and replied to his unspoken question, "My daughter doesn't like to be forced into dresses and quiet mannerisms." He smiled wryly. That was the understatement of the year.
Trunks laughed hesitantly. It was true that while Pan looked very graceful and elegant in her dresses, she didn't look exactly all that happy. Women were strange….
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"Common training grounds, your majesty," Gohan raised his voice amid the din of screaming male voices. He nodded towards his left to a flat field of dirt and instead of wooden fences surrounding it, the strongest wrought steel bars served as a fence.
Trunks raised an eyebrow as he watched two men charge at each other. One wore a white band across his forehead as Gohan did. It clearly indicated something. He would ask later. Right now, a crowd had gathered to watch the fight between the two grown saiyans. This was surely a change from the firm, but harmless, training he had received from the Nameks.
"Space launchers, your majesty," Gohan said a while later as they neared the place where Trunks had first landed. He drew Trunks's attention to large seemingly craters in the ground. "Space pod goes in; space pod bursts out," Gohan said as a space pod did just that.
"Space landing pads," Gohan indicated towards the round cushion-like stuff Trunks had landed on.
And they continued on.
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Gohan knew a great deal about the history of the rooms of the palaces and the monarchs of old times. He seemed to know even more about Trunks's father than Trunks himself. It was when they were staring at the pictures of old kings and their queens when Gohan finally loosened a bit. He seemed to find pleasure in describing the pictures and the people in them.
When they moved away from a picture of King Vegeta I, Trunks voiced a question, "Why do you wear a white band around your head, Gohan, Steward of Vegeta-sei?"
"It is a sign, your majesty. To receive the white band around one's head is an honor greatly admired here, your lordship. It is the sign of a warrior. It takes years of training to gain such a gift. Of course, your majesty, the best warriors of the planet join and become the Elite. Once they are Elite, they receive the golden trim around their red cloaks and a gold badge. The Elite are the best of the best of the universe, your majesty. It is an honor to die for," Gohan ended, his voice nearly monotonous.
Trunks nodded, absorbing all the information. It was all fascinating. Who would have thought that so ingenious of a rank system could be thought up of in such a barbaric planet? He shook his head. 'You will soon be ruling this so-called "barbaric" planet… wait, you are ruling it.'
"Shall we proceed, your majesty?" Gohan asked, his voice with the strained emphasis it had contained all during the tour.
Trunks nodded, following his lead. From the portrait room, they went to the mess hall, tactics rooms, foreign residencies, and such until they winded back at the Great Hall. "Your chambers are down this corridor, three doors to the left," Gohan informed him. Looking back at the Great Hall guards, he asked in his slightly strained and educated voice, "A word, your majesty?"
"Surely, Gohan, Steward of Vegeta-sei," Trunks replied, walking back to the unoccupied corner of the room.
"My King, I am letting you know that I am a loyal servant to the Crown and to you, sire, and I shall do all that is in my ability to defend it and its people, but long has these people toiled and worked this soil without a king, and they have proven themselves worthy of this race. A fiercer and more loyal group could not be found in the universe, and they have banded together despite missing a monarch. The Saiya-jins have shown that they need no king, and surely, if enough of the band together against you, you will be overthrown. I am a loyal supporter of the Crown, but more importantly, I am a representative of the people. Over the years, I have won their support and their love, and I will work to seeing their view being made to the public eye. If they so chose to overthrow you, I will not hesitate to help them," Gohan said, making his point clear. His turquoise eyes were blazing; he meant what he was saying. "Good night, my King. Rest well. Tomorrow's dawn brings a new chapter into our lives and history."
End Chapter III
A/N: We are now experiencing a split personality in Gohan… please stand by due to technical difficulties or you may volunteer your assistance by reviewing.
