Alright, here's chapter number three. Thank you sweethearts who reviewed me! I love you all! Okay, Toran is Trunks, I've read the name Toran being used for Trunks in other fics so I decided to put it in mine because calling him Trunks would give him away and calling him Vegeta would just be too weird.
Anyway, this chapter has some government/economics issues in it and if you don't like it, im sorry. It's needed for this chapter and I am taking US History and learning about the Constitution- what can you expect? :-P Anyway, here's my chappie.
Enjoy.
Toran, Prince of All Saiyans, executed a swift kicked aimed at his opponent's head and watched as the unconscious saiyan fell to the ground.
"This one keeps his rank. Put him in the regen tank and send in the next warrior." Toran waited patiently as the servants hauled the warrior out of the room. In a few moments another saiyan entered the chamber and Toran attacked him mercilessly. It was promotion week. Every six months all saiyan warriors were tested to see if they deserved a promotion or demotion to another rank. Toran himself tested all the elite warriors in one on one combat to see if they needed demoting. None of them ever beat him, of course. The saiyan leader had to be the strongest saiyan on the planet in order to prevent rebellion. When Toran had turned eighteen and beaten all of his 'trainers' to a pulp he had taken over testing the elites. Before him the War Commander had been in charge. Now it was up to Toran to beat the men within an inch of their life and decide whether or not they were up to snuff.
Toran did not really like the promotion days because he had to wear his bald cap while fighting. Only a few people knew that Toran was not bald. The public's reaction if they ever found out that their prince had purple hair was not something that Toran's advisors were willing to risk. When Toran was a child they had shaved Toran's head but as Toran got older he refused to allow his head to be shaved. He liked his hair. So Toran instead wore a bald cap most of the time. Really the only time he could risk having it off was when he was training privately or in his suite, but hiding his hair was better than having none at all. Fighting with a bald cap however, was not comfortable, even with easy fights like these.
Toran knocked the fighter out in a few moments, "This one needs to be demoted. Send in the next one."
"You have fought them all Prince Toran." One of the servants told him when they came to drag the former elite away.
Toran nodded. "I am not to be disturbed."
Once the servants had left Toran took off his bald cap and tossed it in the air, destroying it with a single blast. Then, Toran began his exercises. He used to have training masters, but had beaten them all years ago and now there was no one left who was within his league. Toran preformed the routines that he had developed to push his strength. With a strangled yell, he burst into the super saiyan. Toran's ability to transform into the legendary was the most closely guarded secret on the planet. Only one person knew.
Toran strode through the halls of the palace, heading towards the council chamber. He gave the door a shove that nearly sent it flying off its hinges and entered the chamber. The other councilors were already there, but Toran was the prince and was allowed to be late. He had just showered after his workout and was still slightly wet. The bald cap was carefully covering his pale hair.
Toran sat down at the head of the table and gave a brusque nod. The councilors immediately all began talking urgently about matters of the state. Toran leaned back in his chair, pretending to be half-asleep. Occasionally a councilor would glance over at the prince out of the corner of his eye only to be met by a lethal glint in his abnormal blue eyes. The result was a shiver and a quick shifting of the councilor's eyes. The Prince never spoke at council meeting, but he was always present; leaning back in his chair and gazing lazily at the councilors. It would be so easy to assume that the prince was a lack-wit, that he only showed up at the council meeting because he had too. The only thing that contested the fact was the calculating look in the prince's eyes. The councilors who missed the analyzing glint assumed that the prince was dim-witted. Even those councilors, however, treaded carefully around the prince. Not a single saiyan had forgotten the event nine years ago. . .
**Flashback**
"Who is this boy that he has the right to be the Prince of All-Saiyans?" The dissenter screamed to the crowds at his feet. "The line of Vegeta is broken! King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta were defeated by Frieza! Have the saiyans sunk so low as to accept the blue-eyed bastard of a man who was defeated? The line is weak! The prince is weak! Vegeta-sei has come upon a new age! The age where all saiyans will be united under capable ruler! Not a spoiled, hairless boy!"
A shadow fell over the rebel and the crowds looked up. Hovering above the dissenter was the prince, dressed in the royal saiyan armor, smirking down at rebel.
"The saiyans do not need to be united, traitor. They are united, in me. I am the Prince of All-Saiyans. You are a traitor to the crown and I will dispense your punishment accordingly." The crowd was silent as they watched the prince float down and land a few yards away from the dissenter, still smirking. "If you feel the need to challenge my authority over you, give it your best shot. You better make it good, for it will be your last."
The rebel growled at the insult and powered up with a yell. Murmurs were heard throughout the crowd as they saw the power that the dissenter's red aura was giving off with their scoters. The prince continued to smirk at the rebel. The dissenter growled again and slowly brought his two hands together, forming a ki ball. With a shout, he released it. The prince stood, waiting for the blast. It hit, and was gone.
There was not a scratch on the prince.
The crowd and the rebel gasped out of shock. The prince's smirk simply grew. Holding up his hand, he produced a large, red, ki blast. It soared quickly through the air and hit the dissenter head on. The blast worked slowly on the rebel's flesh. The entire throng could hear the dissenter screaming for mercy and out of pain as the blast gradually melted his flesh. In a few minutes he was gone, and the prince dissolved the blast. He turned and faced the crowd, the smirk ever-present.
"Would anyone else like to challenge me?" the prince requested in a chill voice. As he spoke, his ki gradually began to rise, faster and faster. The people gasped again. Moments later, thousands of scoters simultaneously burst into thousands of pieces.
"What line rules Vegeta-sei?" He demanded of the crowd, and they responded immediately.
"VEGETA!"
"Who unites the saiyans?"
"THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!"
Everyone had heeded the prince from that day forth. The people held an intense respect for him. This prince was strong. The blood in him was that of the Vegetas of the past. For a boy to defeat such a strong and accomplished fighter as the rebel he must be powerful indeed. The boy was still years away from his prime. He was cheered in the streets. Once again, the people had faith in their leader. The Prince of All Saiyans had indeed united them.
**End Flashback**
After about an hour of the councilors arguing and debating about the laws and people of Vegeta-sei, Toran spoke. He delighted in the shocked faces of the councilors. This was the first time he had ever spoken up at a meeting. Toran could not hold back the smirk that overcame his features. Some of the councilors shivered. That was the same smirk that had graced the prince's face as he had destroyed the dissenter, and the face of countless of the boy-prince's ancestors as they moved in for the kill.
"I have a proposal." Toran paused dramatically as the councilors waited anxiously to see what their sovereign was up to. Toran stood up, and hands clasped behind his back, began to pace slowly around the table. "For centuries, no, since the beginning of recorded history, the saiyan race has been a leading power in the North Quadrant. All feared the saiyans because, gentlemen, we were to be feared." Toran paused again; both verbally and physically, meeting the eyes of the councilors before continuing, "With the rise of Frieza, came the fall of the saiyan race. We were wiped out; disappearing from the universe in the instant that Frieza desired that we be gone. My father alone escaped the destruction. He followed Frieza and achieved the legendary. The super saiyan. The worm didn't stand a chance. Prince Vegeta, my father, defeated him. Using dragon balls from a foreign planet, my father wished us back. He came back to rule Vegeta-sei, but a disease inflicted upon him by Frieza killed him. My father did not live long enough to see the saiyans prosper, so I have taken the job upon my own shoulders. The other races have forgotten the saiyans. We will show them that the saiyan race is stronger than ever before." Toran's voice rose as he spoke more and more passionately. "The people are dissentious. I have been challenged nineteen times in the last two years. We must unite! You have been squabbling over legal details for years! Nothing has been achieved in this council for a decade! If I were king, I would kill you all right now." Some of the councilors flinched, while others relaxed slowly. So he was not going to kill them. "Fortunately for you, I will not be King until I turn thirty. Then I will have boundless power over all things on Vegeta-sei. Right now, however, I am only the Prince of All Saiyans. Your council has the power to veto any of my decisions. I am going to be making decisions and I trust that you all will agree with me. I am acting in the best interest of the saiyan population. All saiyans are united in me. You have had your say for years, and look where we are now. Scattered! Divided! Hop on now gentlemen, because you're either in for the ride or out for the dust. Who's riding?"
The answer was immediate. The councilors all stood up in accord and pounded their fists into the table, the sign of approval. Toran had known that they would. Not only had he threatened them if they did not agree, but he had challenged them. No saiyan could refuse bother of those.
"Welcome aboard."
"The first thing we will do is create an assembly. The reason that I have been challenged so many times is because the people are discontent and want a voice. One saiyan will be elected from every province to form the Assembly. They will meet monthly and if they come up with a problem in our government, they will present it to you, the council."
A quiet murmuring picked up in the council as the councilors mulled over the idea. Toran frowned. This was the first step. So far, everything he had proposed to them had been things they agreed with. He hoped that they would trust him or, rather, fear him. He really did not feel like killing anyone.
"That's preposterous!" One saiyan shouted. Oh well. "Vegeta-sei has always been ruled by a monarch! What you propose is to give the people a democracy!"
"I do no such thing. Do you think I am a fool? Do you forget who I am? I am the last person in the North Quadrant who would want to make Vegeta-sei into a democracy!"
"You say that, but the people will take over the government! Without a monarchy, there will be chaos! No one could control the people! Like before Matsu-" the saiyan cut off suddenly and Toran wondered briefly what he had been going to say.
"There are so many provinces that they will never be able to get a majority vote. Even if they do, I can simply veto whatever they bring up. The people will be satisfied with this."
"That's what you say now but…"
Toran was tired of this. "Councilor, you have a choice. Either leave the room, or leave the dimension."
The saiyan's face reddened. "You wouldn't dare."
Toran simply pointed his finger at the saiyan, lowering it as soon as the deadly orange beam of energy pierced the saiyan's heart.
"Any other objections?" Silence. "Good. Now, next we will form alliances with other planets. Physically, the saiyans are the strongest beings in the North Quadrant, and probably beyond. Technologically speaking, we are way behind. Vegeta-sei is weak in resources and few in population. We have only two scientists/inventors on the planet. This needs to change. I have been sending scouts to other planets for investigation for years. The planet that I found most appealing for our needs was one called, drolly enough, Earth." Toran flicked on a projector and an image of Earth appeared on a wall. "As you can see, it is mainly composed of water. The planet's occupants live on the landmasses, however." The image changed and two humans, male and female, appeared on the wall. "The people call themselves "humans" and, as you can see, are very similar in appearance to saiyans. They had no tails however, and their strength is minimal. Nearly twenty years ago, they were almost wiped out by androids. After the defeat of the androids, they formed a monarchial government. In these twenty years, the population has tripled. They reproduce very quickly. I considered enslaving the humans, but they reproduce so quickly that they would be nothing but trouble. Their technology is advancing as quickly as their population. In another twenty years, without any unexpected problems like extinction, Earth will be a leading power. If we ally ourselves to them now, Vegeta-sei will rise along with them. We will benefit greatly from their technology. Do you agree that it would be good to seek an alliance with the Planet Earth?"
Eighteen fists pounded onto the table. Only one saiyan had not voiced his approval. After, however, a quick glance at the other councilors and the dead body still slouched over in its seat; he stood up and answered as the others had.
Toran smirked. "I am glad that you all agree. It would have been awkward had you not, considering that I already sent a message to Plant Earth and expect an envoy quite soon. I will leave it up to you all to decide which saiyan should act as an ambassador for the saiyans. Decide quickly. Have him sent to the throne room tomorrow morning. He will leave next week. That is all I whish to speak to you about now. Thank you for your time." With these final words, Toran, Prince of All Saiyans, left the room.
Fin. Sorry, no tp lovin yet, but its coming up soon. Next chapter: Bulma reflects on Trunks, the changes Gohan went through, and Pan. Has a little chat with Videl concerning Pan's future. What will Videl decide?
I'll update Wednesday, rain or shine because I already have the chapter written. Now isn't that a handy thing? I should do that with all my stories. Write the whole thing ahead of time… naw.
-pd
