"Rebels of the Revolution"

By Akira

Disclaimer:  I felt that I should do a disclaimer on this chapter with the introduction of new creatures.  Vegeta-sei, Gohan, Goten, Videl, Pan, and Trunks is dutifully Akira Toriyama's.  The idea of the truthseer originated from Tamora Pierce's truthsayers in the Circle of Magic series.  The mages were bred accordingly between the Battle Mages of the Computer game, Heroes III, the mages of Tamora Pierce's writings.  Also, the first line of the summary belongs to Peter Jackson of the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy (Boromir in The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring at the Council of Elrond).

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 VI

"There is no way I am letting my daugher be the warrior under His majesty!" the Steward ended sarcastically.  He was talking, well, more like complaining, to his younger brother, the ever-charming Commander of the Elite.

"I know what you mean and so do all the people, my brother.  We're just not used to having a monarch.  Give him some time."

The young steward let out an anguished sigh.  "Dear Vala," he addressed the goddess of patience and wisdom, "help me."  Further addressing the Elite Commander," All I need is the people's word… and I'll do all within my power to impeach him."

"Don't fret, Gohan.  I'm sure the common people will make up their minds soon enough.  Opinions are still divided upon the matter of the king.  But you know, Gohan, he is a fair and just king compared to the ones past."

"No doubt about that, but he's breaking tradition," Gohan muttered, "breaking too much of tradition."

A knock sounded on the Steward's study chamber doors, and the doors opened to reveal Videl.  "Sorry to interrupt, my lord," she said as she dipped deep into a curtsey.

Goten blushed slightly and said something along the lines of addressing him only as 'Goten'.

"I need to speak with my… mate," Videl said, looking expectantly at the youngest Steward in history.

"I must be going anyways, my lady Videl."  With a glance at Gohan, he added, "Don't fret too much, my brother."  He bowed to each respectively with a grin on his cheeky face.  He took his scarlet cloak with the golden trim and fastened it around his shoulders. 

Looking helplessly after the door, which closed behind his brother, Gohan returned his gaze to his wife's eyes.  By the gleam shining evilly in her eyes, he decided she heard the entire conversation that just held place in the study chamber.  She was an ardent loyalist to the Crown.  It was evident to all who knew her.

"Did I interpret the conversation correctly, Gohan?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.

He coughed, looking away.  His wife was scary.  The reason he and the last King Vegeta had taken on Earthling mates was because these two in particular were so devastatingly strong in heart and body.  Her physical strength could not beat his, but it left a pretty deep scar.

His wife gave a low chuckle.  Her ebony waves of hair surrounded her face, giving her a halo of black.  It had a drastically painful effect on the Steward of Vegeta-sei.  "Oh, don't give me that horrified look, Gohan!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.  "You know punishment can be fun!"

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"Do you possess a Magic?" the King asked his charge.

"No, my lord.  My parents had me checked last summer," the Steward's daughter dipped into a curtsey.

"Very well then.  We're on the same level.  That's good because I don't have Magic either," the King replied, his eyes dancing as he surveyed his fourteen-year-old warrior-in-training.

Pan allowed a little smile to escape her usually calm and cold façade.  Nearly two months had passed since the King first stepped into their palace, and those two months had been filled with enjoyment on her part.  Her fancy had been quite caught with this young king, and it had doubled with undesired consequences as he had told her that he wanted to take her under his wing.  She could no longer look at the young monarch without blushing or have him pay her a compliment without her heart pounding into an ecstatic rhythm.

"Let's go to the target grounds, shall we?" the youthful sovereign asked.  It was a beautiful day outside.  The gardens he had started to plant when he first arrived were just about to bloom.

"Of course, my lord," she said, dipping into another curtsey, the lavender silk draping onto the floor.

"First, we need to get you out of that dress," he remarked.  Winking at her, Trunks also asked her with a rather worried expression, "You do have a training outfit, right?"

Pan stopped walking altogether.  "What do you take me for, my lord?  I have been training, waiting, for the day since I was a mere seven years of age."

Trunks made a note to himself that Pan sounded most like her father in that tone.  He was an idiot.  She was right, of course.  "I'm sorry," Trunks replied, his voice sincere. 

End Chapter VI

A/N:  AH!  And I thought the last chapter was really mediocre of a chapter!  This one was worse!  *sobs*  It's the first filler I've ever written, and I hate it!  I beg of you reviewers to help me think of names and ideas!  I'm slowly running out!  Oh, and I won't be making any more fast updates such as the past week.  I've been bogged down with stuff and etc from school.  Also, leaving for a YMCA Youth thing from the third to the fifth.  I think I'll update Rebels once a week every week… so check back for an update on Wednesday… and possibly one Saturday!

Btw, has anyone ever read Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small series?  It's one of the best fantasy series out there!

I've had people ask me what Trunks's age was… I'm not completely sure myself.  How old do you think he is?  No, that is not a rhetorical question!  REVIEW!