War of the Quadrants
Prologue
"Sire."
The large but relatively small figure stood brooding towards the window, adorned in a red and white armor with a flowing cape that symbolized royalty. The red seal of his house on his chest plate, he was the image of highness itself. His eyes narrowed, hearing the voice of the low class guard that dared disturb his precious and rare moment of peace.
"What is it?" he growled. "It'd better be worth it…"
"I know it is, sire," the guard assured rather seriously, with no sign of fear in his voice. The king turned to him. If the news was enough for a guard not to be scared, then it was very serious indeed. He had severely punished countless subjects who had the audacity to waste his time with trivial things during a time of war.
He took the opportunity to give the poor soldier a good look over. The king had not seen this soldier before. The Saiyan wore a simple chest plate with no spandex underneath, a sure give away of lower class. Yet the king could not place it, but he felt as if he knew this soldier. Perhaps the father?
"I see," the king spoke softly. "So, what is this devastating news you have brought to me?"
"I have just received word that… the two northern quadrants have made an alliance."
"What?" the king hissed dangerously, advancing on the well suspecting man and grabbing his armor. "You know this to be true?"
The subject nodded firmly, no doubts giving way to fear. The king let go and turned back to the window with an aggravated growl.
"The Tuffles…" he cursed to himself. "How was the alliance sealed?" he asked a bit louder, directed at the guard. No sooner had the question left his mouth had he close his eyes and sighed, realizing that he need not have asked when he already knew the answer.
"Princess Doema and Prince Stalenen were wed today."
"Princess Doema? Why not the older daughter: Princess Hesfra?"
"Prince Stalenen just turned eighteen today."
"Ah," the king mumbled in acknowledgement. Yes it would be ridiculous for the prince to wed a 35 year old when he was ten years the junior. "And how did you learn of this?"
"My father recently created a scouter that intercepts Tuffle communications. Before he was sent away on a mission yesterday, he asked me to test it out. Today I tried it on, and the first thing I came across was the Tuffle public announcement."
"I see. What is your name, soldier?"
"Kakorott Son."
Kakorott Son… the name seemed very familiar today. He gave a glance at the Saiyan and couldn't help but admire his boldness in coming in here alone. Another man, less faithful and more stupid would have gone through one of the elites, leaving the credit to be forever lost to them. The man obviously had some intelligence… maybe. And he'd been waiting to test his new theory out.
Tapping the device on his ear on, the king waited for the screen over his left eye to flicker on. "Computer, promote Kakorott Son to elite. He will now be my personal guard and companion." Not failing to hear the gasp of surprise from the new elite, the king turned towards his new guard questioningly.
"Sire, I humbly and gratefully accept the promotion, but I must assure you that my father deserves most of the credit for building this scouter," Kakorott admitted carefully, bowing his head.
"I admire your bluntness and courage around me. That is why I promoted you. You have already shown your respect for the throne, so as my new personal companion you will not need to. You are practically royalty now. But yes, your father deserves a promotion as well. He built the scouter on his own and he's not in the science and technology department?"
"Yes, sire. He's only a soldier. His name is Bardock Son," Kakorott explained, standing straight up again to comply with the king's wishes.
"Computer," the king called, tapping the scouter again. "Promote Bardock Son to elite and place him as head of the Science and Technologies department." Turning the scouter off, the king looked to his guard.
"The last head died two nights ago in an accident involving ki deflecting machines, so it fits perfectly. Now, go to Nappa and inform him of your promotion so he may give you your new elite armor. When Bardock returns I shall tell him the same. Now go."
Bowing respectfully out of habit, Kakorott made his exit. The king sighed and rubbed his temples in frustration, grateful to be alone to think once again.
The quadrants had been at war for generations. Three of his fore-fathers had died old men without seeing an end to the massive war. The king's eyes closed in an attempt to dream the issues away. He was determined not to die before ending this war, especially as the head of the southeast quadrant.
He didn't even have an heir yet, but that seemed to work to his advantage in this case. There was no way the now 'north hemisphere' could be defeated by just the southeast quadrant.
But maybe… just maybe… if a 'south hemisphere' were formed…
Snarling in determination and realization, the king swept out the doors and marched toward the pod bay. "Computer, have two pods ready for me at the bay and tell Kakorott Son to meet me there after receiving his elite armor."
When he busted open the doors to the launch bay, Kakorott was already waiting fo him in his new elite armor.
"You still have your father's scouter?" the king asked, referring to whether or not the scouter on Kakorott's face was his fathers.
"Yes, sire."
"Good. Monitor the transmissions, and if anything comes up do not hesitate to inform me."
"Yes, sir. Why are we leaving Vegetasei?"
"We are going to make an urgent diplomatic trip to the head of the southwest quadrant," the king explained, calculating how long the journey would take.
"There are two. Do you mean Namek?" Kakorott asked, programming his heading towards the west and shutting his pod door as he seated himself in. The king climbed into his, latched his door as well, and turned his scouter on 'communicate'.
"No, just set yours to follow mine," the king explained before shutting off his scouter.
"King Vegeta," the computer greeted. "What is your destination?"
Vegeta smirked. "The planet Earth."
