"Rebels of the Revolution"

By Akira

Disclaimer:  Vegeta-sei, Gohan, Goten, Videl, Pan, and Trunks are dutifully Akira Toriyama's.  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).  Midwinter comes from several different fantasy books I've read.  Lastly, there is mention of Enerials and Enerial forged weapons in this chapter.  Both belong solely to my friend, Natalie, who has granted me permission to use the Enerials for my own purposes.

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.

Thanks go out to… Kutie-Pan, T/Ptears, Videl17 (hehe, I think that was the first time anyone's ever actually criticized me), Jezika, Royal-grandbrat, chibigoten124/SSJ3MysticPan, and kaji Hikage… for reviewing! 

Chapter IX

"Nervous?"

"A bit… I've never met an Enerial before, my lord," Pan informed her King.

"They're nice… I wonder who's arriving in the delegation…."

Trunks's wish was granted instantly.  Six guards went to help three different figures out of three different space pods as Andrean, assistant commander of the Elite and one of Trunks's advisors, announced, "Lady Jenaesilan Acarae Saynarette, daughter of the late Lord Faeran, the former-ruler of Kalaenrya, and also Lady of the great Enerial forest dwelling of Kalaenrya and the Enerial capital, Alsenaet."

Pan noted that Trunks's eyes lit up with a mixture of pleasure, relief, and mischief as the name was announced.  Making a mental note to herself to ask him about it later, Pan stood in line with the rest of the greeting party, which surprisingly didn't include her father or uncle, but given the circumstances (the two of them had had an argument with Trunks previously this morning), she assumed they wanted the king to do this on his own.

"Lady Jenaesilaen Acarae Saynarette," Trunks swept the Enerial princess a bow and kissed her hand.  He had pronounced the name with deadly accuracy as Pan noted.  "Welcome to Vegeta-sei.  We are honored to have you with us."

"The honor is all mine, my lord," the musical voice replied as the tall Enerial curtsied.  "May I introduce to you my brother, Prince Naethegaelyn Saynarette, son of my late father, Lord Faeran, but mothered by my father's fifth consort, Lady Serus, a Plaenriael lady of the Mystical Forest, and…" here the tall Enerial stopped when she was nudged by her brother, Prince Naethegaelyn….  "…And you can call him Naeon."  She motioned to the other being next to her, "And my loyal friend, Nayena of the indefinite race, the Nyras.  I do not believe you have met them before."

"Indeed I have not.  Welcome, welcome to Vegeta-sei, all of you!  Let us get you settled into your rooms and come nightfall, we'll dine in the Main Hall," Trunks said, bowing to Prince Naeon and Nayena in turn.

Pan, hidden in the corner along with other warriors, struggled to hold back her laughter as Trunks said 'Main Hall'.  That was just the nice, fancier term for Mess Hall.  She settled herself down just in time to hear her training master call her.  "Yes, my King?" Pan curtsied in her silk attire.

"I want you to show Nayena her rooms in the West Wing," Trunks said.  "If you will please follow me, your majesties, I'll show you to your adjoining rooms."  Trunks ushered the Enerial royalties towards the North Wing, leaving Pan with Nayena as the party of warriors dispersed.

"Hello, Mistress Nayena.  My name is Son Pan, trainee to my King.  This way please," Pan said, leading the way down the gray path towards the West Wing.

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"New friend, Jenaesil?" Trunks asked, dropping all formalities as his eyes wandered onto Nayena's retreating back.

"No, quite contrary, in fact.  Met her before I met you.  Quite interesting," the Enerial princess replied.

"Really shy though," the Enerial prince noted.

Trunks turned to study the prince as he fell into step beside him.  "Prince Naeon, forgive me for asking, but why haven't I seen you before on my journeys to Silaenrya?  I've known Jenaesil for years, but not once have I met you before."

Trunks saw Jenaesil turn towards her brother and nudge him slyly.  "Yes, Naeon, why have you not been around?"

"Aesil," he protested, "don't gang up on a poor, defenseless creature such as myself!"

"Defenseless?  I would hardly call you defenseless," Jenaesil replied, her eyes glittering.

"Aesil?" Trunks interrupted, confused, "Who's Aesil?"

Naeon snickered and pointed to a blushing Enerial princess.  "My little sister's nickname," he supplied.

"Don't you try calling me that, my Lord," Jenaesil said, still blushing as her hand fingered a dagger tucked into her belt.  "As for you, Naeon, don't push your luck.  I know a few nicknames you've been called in the past century.  You wouldn't want me to tell the Lord, here, what Taenary means and who called you that?"

Trunks gulped.  The Enerial had beat him in every competition since he was a little child.  "Yes, my lady.  Of course, my lady," he murmured, not pushing his luck.

Naeon laughed, dropping a hand on Trunks's back.  "She's got you wrapped around her little finger."

Jenaesil turned and whispered something into her brother's ear.  After a moment, the Enerial prince turned bright scarlet.  "Need I say more?" she ended, this time loud enough for Trunks's hearing.

Trunks clapped a hand on the Prince's shoulder, "Nay, my friend.  It is not I who is wrapped around her little finger.  That honor belongs solely to you," he ended with a sly wink towards Jenaesil.

After Trunks showed the Enerial royalties to their rooms, he returned to his own where his young trainee awaited him.  "We're moving dawn practices to the practice gardens," he informed Pan.  "Jen- I mean, the Enerials are training with us."

Pan's jaw dropped.  "My Lord, I'm not ready.  I mean," she corrected herself hastily as she saw Trunks's eyes turn hard, "they'll be so much more superior to me!"

"They'll leave us to our own practices.  Perhaps they'll even give you a few pointers.  And think of this as a way to learn more about their culture."

Pan curtsied and left.  She knew a dismissal when she heard one… and plus, she didn't like to be in the same room as the King when he turned slightly angry….  Bringing out her practice sword, she practiced a series of twists and turns in her own room.  She had been granted an off-day from serving practice for the festival by leave of the king due to the greeting of Enerials, so she might as well make the most of the day.

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"Go fetch Nayena and meet me in the garden," Trunks instructed Pan as he set out for the North Wing.

End Chapter IX

A/N:  More descriptions about the Enerials in the next chapter… and probably most questions you have concerning them will be answered in the next chapter.  As for Videl17's point about my not having a point to these short chapters *smile*  I actually had to go back and reread every chapter to make sure I had a point, however brief and vague it may be.  Lol.  Well, anyways, usually the point to a chapter is, for instance, this chapter, introducing the Enerials.  They'll play a key part.  Also, I'm trying to keep the updates relatively short so I can update every week.  I'm trying to pull other stories, which I've laid down back up… and working on that plus this and others is really stressful.  So please try to bear with me.  Whew!  That was a long A/N!

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