Production- Act 1
The curtains opened.
Trunks sat on a throne looking just as his grandfather had back on his planet. His auburn spiky hair in the royal flame shape...Trunks slowly turned his head from side to side as he stood up. There were six students, five males and a female standing there as straight as a statue. Not one of them dared to blink.
The doors to the opposite side of the stage burst open and Tekego ran in, dressed as a saiyan warrior. As he reached the end of the walkway, he leaped into the air and landed gently onto the stage in a bow with one knee resting on the stage.
Trunks looked to him, his eyes cold as stone. "Speak soldier."
Tekego stood up at that time and turned to project out. "I-I'm sorry to barge in like this, your highness... but some foreign ships have been spotted out in the furthest galaxies that we have been purging... Our men haven't been reporting back, and some have been found dead-"
"Is this a fact?" asked Trunks. Now... he already had a tenor voice... but he needed to portray his grandfather as best as he could, so he made his voice deeper... MUCH deeper.
"Yes... your highness," replied Tekego bowing his head once more. "But there have also been rumors going around..."
Trunks walked up to the saiyan looking at him boldly. His cape swished in the air and his low heals of his boots clicked on the wooden stage. "Go on."
Tekego raised his head, "There have been rumors that lord Frieza has been killing our warriors off in the far galaxies!"
Trunks turned around with a glare on his face and raised his hand up to Tekego. "It's LIES! You imbeciles! You just try to find excuses for failed missions!" The energy was created and he shot the ball of light at Tekego's chest, and the warrior fell over taking the impact of the blast. His limp body fell on the stage and Trunks crossed his arms as he kicked Tekego's side.
Looking back to one of the soldiers on the side, he motioned for one of them. "Take him out of here. I don't want to see this corpse again."
The warrior respectfully bowed before he went down to drag Tekego off stage.
Walking back to his seat Trunks gave an exaggerated sigh.
He looked to the crowd and ran a hand thru his goatee. "Must the job of being king... be so difficult? The decisions that must be made for the good of the people?" He closed his eyes for a moment as he brought his hands down to his side and balled his hands into fists.
"Why must all the weight and trials be here... at this time?" He opened his eyes, anger clearly noticed. "Why must I be surrounded by those that are mad?!"
Trunks thru his head to the side as he looked down and growled. "Why must it be so difficult?"
"Nice number you did one of your messengers," stated a mocking voice from the back of the stage.
Trunks' form could easily be noticed as tense. A slight glare was noticed before his expressions became emotionless.
Frieza walked into the room. (The orchestra begins to play softly.) The tyrant smirked as he looked to the guards at the sides. They all seemed very, very tense.
"Very nice welcome party, I say," stated Frieza as he walked up to the king and sat down on his throne. Trunks turned away from Frieza for a moment with his teeth gritting. But he soon loosened up at the sight of Frieza's two lackeys, Zarbon and Dodoria.
"And what an honor it is for you to visit..." stated Trunks reluctantly.
"And why so tense, King Vegeta? You didn't have to kill the soldier! He could have easily been used for a difficult purging mission..."
Trunks lowered his head. "I guess I just lost my temper-"
"And you should learn to hold your temper back! I wouldn't want to see your emotions be the reason for your DEATH."
Dodoria and Zarbon gave chuckles.
Trunks gave a low grow before he lowered his head.
"... My apologies..."
Frieza gave a cruel chuckle before he stood and turned to leave the room. He paused for a moment before he looked to the king, "Oh, and there is a purging mission that I want for your people to complete."
Frieza turned to his side, as he looked to Zarbon... er... Sakura... "Make sure he gets the full report of the galaxy I want taken care of."
Sakura lowered her head as she placed a fist over her heart. "Yes, sire." And pulling out a piece of paper from a pocket in her armor, she handed the saiyan king it.
Frieza nodded with a smile. "Good. Then we shall be on our way!" The three turned to leave. But before they were gone from sight the lizard like tyrant shouted, "Have fun!"
They were gone.
Trunks looked at the folded paper, then to the soldiers that stood to the sides of the room. He cleared his throat and waved his hand. "You all may go for now."
The guards looked among each other before they marched in line off of the stage.
The 'king' looked to the side of the stage and gave a slow nod before standing up and walking to the edge of the stage. "Why must... being the ruler of this planet... be so stressful...? Why must I be punished in such a way when my forefathers didn't suffer as I?" He paused a moment and looked to left stage. Heavy footsteps were heard and he frowned.
"I need to speak with the king!" shouted a slightly muffled male's voice.
The king frowned as he placed his hands behind his back and continued to stare to his left.
"No one is allowed to see the king at this time!" shouted another. A few grunts were heard before Goten, dressed as his grandfather Bardock, ran on stage with 'blood' falling from the side of his head to his already damaged saiyan uniform. It too also had blood in various places.
King Vegeta frowned as he turned slightly to face Bardock. "What brings you in here, soldier?"
Bardock was panting heavily as he began to sway for a second. He had to place a hand on the wall, his blood covered hand stained the gray walls. He gritted his teeth looking to the king.
"T-the ti-time has c–come... A-all need to l-leave this planet immediately!" muttered the spiky haired saiyan looking up to the king.
Trunks rolled his eyes as he walked to the saiyan with his arms now folded before him. "And we need to leave because...?"
Goten frowned as he took his hand from the wall and tried to stand up straight.
"We will all die. Frieza is out to KILL us!" exclaimed 'Bardock'.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "And who told you this, soldier? Was it Frieza's lackey, Dodoria?" he asked mockingly.
Goten nodded slowly. "Yes. And his plan to kill us all will be shortly! All because we are becoming too strong! They fear us, sire! They fear the saiyans!"
And that was the cue for Trunks to burst out into laughter, a cruel laugh at that.
"Of course they should fear the saiyans! We are a mighty race! We have been bred and raised to kill! We are a race of power! Only the strong survive and the weak perish!" Trunks began to walk up to Goten and stared at him in the eye. "And it will forever remain that way."
Goten began to glare at the 'king'. "And if you want this race to survive, I would suggest that you send out word for everyone to relocate to a far off galaxy till we find the legendary super saiyan!"
Trunks shook his head as he turned his back to his friend to turn to the audience. "I'll consider your words Bardock, but I have been given some new missions." 'King Vegeta' pulled out the paper and read it. "Since it is said that you and your third-class, squad are up to the elite level in power and strength, I'll give you one of the tougher assignments."
The king paused for a moment as he read the paper. "I want your squad to purge the planet of the Tuffles. They are rumored to have mystical powers; a worthy challenge I must say so myself."
The saiyan warrior nodded as he began to sway a bit before he reached his hand out to lean on the wall once more. Trunks turned around, and noticed this action. He frowned.
"But I suggest you go to a regeneration tank first to heal your wounds."
And with that, the orchestra began to play the music assigned to them a bit louder as the curtains closed.
Behind stage...
Trunks gave a sigh as he sat on a chair in the back wiping his forehead with his glove-clad hand. Sakura walked to him with a small frown. She tilted her head to the side.
"You kay?" she asked him.
He nodded as he sighed.
"Yeah... It's just so hot with all those lights on the stage..." he commented softly as the last of the tech crew finished changing the scenery.
Back to the stage, the curtains opened.
"I can't remember a thing after turning Oozaru," stated the girl playing the part of the female saiyan. She leaned back against a rock as she looked into the starry sky.
Another student chuckled as he looked to Goten. "But I can tell it was successful. Look at this destruction! Yet, I think Bardock is still in a daze. He never pays attention; I don't think he even realized that his youngest son was born yesterday!"
The female 'saiyan' laughed. "He doesn't pay attention to anything, but it does make you wonder how he became the strongest warrior of us all..."
"Is Bardock still awake?" asked Kent standing looking to where Goten sat still.
"I doubt it," stated the female with a smirk, "But as a test..." She looked to Goten. "BARDOCK."
That snapped the saiyan out of his trance. He looked over to her with blinking eyes. "How old is your youngest son, Kakarot is his name, isn't it?"
Goten gave a shrug as he looked back into the sky, "I don't know."
The three sitting beside each other rolled their eyes as they leaned back against the rocks.
And just then... their scouters went off.
Goten jumped up, as he turned around frantically. He then turned to the last surviving Tuffle. About to attack him, the blue skinned 'creature' tapped Bardock against his skull putting him in a trance. All time seemed to stop, as the one's playing the saiyan squad, froze in place as the stage became dark. All but one spotlight turned off and Goten turned to the Tuffle with wide eyes.
"W-what are you doing to me?!" he exclaimed.
The alien smirked. "I am giving you a gift. A gift that will show you the future, and will give you grief for the rest of your life!" The alien cackled as the lights came back on; Goten fell face first on the stage and the squad ran up to the fallen saiyan warrior. The lights went out.
The curtains closed. It was the end of the act, and the brass instruments started up once more. If any one had watched the musicians carefully, they would have noticed that all the students were wearing some type of saiyan armor. And Sakura was back with them helping to conduct the music. She, however, was wearing a heavy cloak to hide the green tinted skin from the few people in the audience and the judges. She smiled as she looked up on stage. One act down... Three more to go...
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Okay... And there is a part of the play... my page counter says I've written six pages... But the play is basically the history of the saiyans and then some... so if you haven't watched the episodes where the saiyan king tried to save his son or the Bardock Movie... then this might give some back ground info. Anyways... I'm hoping to write some more chapters for some stories I haven't even touched since the summer. I am SOOO far behind!
-Takuma
FYI: My authors' note usually gets changed every week or when I update a story just to give an update on my life. I'll try and make my next update for a story by Tuesday. Adios for now!
