The emperor sunk his head into his hand. There was a look of pained irritation on his face last night was not being kind to him today. His eyes were bloodshot, and his head was pounding. The master of the NSE the self-proclaimed god of war was hungover right.

He sat on his seat at the head of a large board room on the head of his newest flagship the Liberator. Before him was the high command of his Empire, his moffs, minister, admirals and generals etc. Next to him was his son with his mask on attempting to look taller and tougher than he was.

Moff Grey rose from his seat at the table heiled quickly followed by the others "My Emperor your wish has been made clear. Your children have been made to go after this unknown threat."

They all sat back down in their seats.

Kakarrot groan as his head only hurt more to speak "Very well. Now I'll be adjourning to my chamber of the rest of the trip." Kakarrot during this was slowly getting out of his chair but stopped when Grand Moff Copper rose and heiled before saying.

"Sorry my Lord but we have much to discuss right now."

Grey and Copper both took their seat as Kakarrot huffed and laid back into his chair.

"Go on."

"My lord we must discuss our manpower and supply issues."

A general spoke up "We have plenty of men nearly a billion."

Grey replied to him "A billion in a galaxy of well over 50 billion."

Copper nodded "Precisely. My protégé tell me that the process of adding new soldiers from the liberated people is going at below expectations. These people worked fields not power armor and they're backwards and slow. It will take far longer than expected to mobilize them into an effective fighting force even though their enthusiasm is apparent."

Green gave a chuckle "Who care there was a reason why they were slaves in first place. These ignorant naked savages were not smart enough to rule themselves that's why we have to do it for them. The moment a real fight happens I'm sure they'll run."

Prime Minster Black with a huff said back "They fought well enough against their master and thanks to them we suffered minimal casualties. We projected losing tens of millions possible hundred million instead we only lost a couple million. They lost billions."

An admiral pipped up "A good thing too."

Grey nodded in agreement "I'm inclined to agree. We're in a terrible position. The people and planets we've gain controlled of are shattered, divided and starving. Cash crops were the only thing made on most of these worlds' food was simply imported. We have billions of subjects that will soon starve. The infostructure of these worlds was terrible before and now it is utterly destroyed. Ancient ethic and religious conflicts have resurfaced due to the lack of chains. One planet's occupation consists of one platoon and an ambassador with his family. Put simply we need to change our direction."

Kakarrot hissed out figuring were this was going. "What do you suggest?"

"We need to hold off our attack on the Alliance as we are spread dangerously thin. We must focus on holding what we have secure it then move on to further conquest."

An admiral suggested to them "We could use what we have to take what we need from elsewhere."

A well-dressed man with the slick back black hair who looked out of place suit in this gathering of military men spoke up. There was a lit cigarette in his mouth that barely moved as his smooth words came out of his mouth. He had a accent that he was trying to hide but it came out on certain words.

"I suggest boss man another strategy. Yeah, your navy could steal from our enemies, but shouldn't we be buying from our allies too? Thanks to your wisdom we have contacts now I think we should use. We've given them a taste of what Earth has for drugs and they want more. Grani, Basa, Obsid cartels etc want our Cocaine, Heroin and Meth. We can't produce the shit fast enough. If I was to get more facilities and more funding, I would easy make ten times that number for starters and more once we get things moving. We'll have more money hefe than we'll know what to do with. The kind of money that makes it so that we can start really investing and start lines or credit I'm sure the money men will be happy with that. We can turn all those things we've stolen and make it legit."

An admiral scoffed "Neon you want us to be Narcos? Have you done to much of your shit to know who the in the hell we are?"

Neon hissed and bit down on his cigarette his cowboy boots stomped on the floor "I know who we are damn it… we are bandits. And at this moment we are starving bandits with no one to dump our merchandise on. We gave our friends a taste of what we got now their hooked so it's time to sell so we can keep this game going. You trusted me with your black market resources now let me show you what I can do."

Kakarrot gave a quick glance at Grey who nodded at Kakarrot in agreement with Neon.

Kakarrot roared at them "Fine! Whatever. I suppose this is the price of success. Steal or buy what you need to fix this. I don't want my new toys killing each other or starving." He jumped to his feet his anger was apparent. "I leave the details to you gentlemen. Now if you excuse me, I have hangover to nurse."

He stormed out of the room followed by dutiful son meanwhile the officers spoke amongst one another.

An admiral from earlier gripped to another one "So we are merely drug traffickers now?"

"This is an insult. Perhaps Neon and his cohorts should be dealt with?"

Neon strolled up to them with his loud boots. He had on blank face. It was no doubt hiding rage behind it. He blew smoke at them as they turned to face him. He dropped his used-up cigarette on the floor then ground it into the floor.

"Perhaps gentlemen you shouldn't be talking about killing me with such loud words after all I have a great deal more friends in this room then you do." As he said this Teal in his MO uniform appeared behind him. "As you see I have made some very powerful friends in our glorious party."

"Your just a up jumped street thug remember that."

"For your information I was a cop before I was a bandit and before that I was a street urchin. But remember this I'm running the largest cartel in the history of history. And that you should be very nice to me from now on. Our emperor likes me and needs me. Does he need you two?" He patted them on the shoulders and gave them a big fake smile. "I'll be watching you two."


Back on Earth

The twilight had come as Trunks and the young resistance fighter finished digging the dead his admittedly shallow grave. Neither of them had talked to each other during this process.

Trunks had concluded that this meant she either wasn't one hundred percent convinced of his intentions or merely still feeling betrayed or something.

The last bit of dirt covered him, and she sort of mumbled a prayer. He gave it a minute then spoke to her.

"What was his name?"

She didn't look at him. "George… I still don't know what I'm going to tell his husband."

"That he died bravely. Tell him that he was a hero."

"Hero… That word has no meaning anymore. The empire and us are filled with hero. Empire has the live ones and we get the dead heroes. I've seen too goddamn many dead heroes at this point."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen but I started earlier."

"I started at hell thirteen."

She nodded that sound about right to her.

"May I ask your name?"

"Betsy Ross."

"Oh, we're giving full names huh well mines Trunks…" Trunks stopped mid-sentence as he looked up. He murmured 'Gohan' before he said to her "Hide three power levels are coming right at us."

Without skipping a beat, she took of the find cover and ready herself for battle like the trained fighter that she was.

The wind picked up a bit as the three royals appeared above him followed afterwards by their entourages.

In the lead was Livy. The young girl's blue cold eyes on him gave him pause. 'Those eyes they are like their eyes. The eyes of a mass murder.

He looked at the other two. The much younger red headed boy with yellow eyes didn't look like much.

But it was the oldest that had his attention. He looked like some pictures of a younger Gohan and he had palm shaped hair like Goku had in those same photos. He looked far less sure then the other two.

As he was looking, he noticed it. They all had tails. It was like what he had sensed they were all saiyans too.

Livy gave a chuckle as she had been examining him. "So, this is the insect that daddy wants us to squash. For a supposed saiyan he doesn't even have a tail. I guess that makes him mutilated or a cripple. I mean that means you can't even do that trick that daddy showed us with the moon does it?"

Trunks looked at the mean little girl puzzled he had no idea about what she was talking about while Betsy eyes had grown wide realizing what she was talking about after all everyone knows how Central city was leveled and became Kakarrot's city.

"I'm not looking to start trouble with you kids alright. I think I have big problem with your dad and this Empire of his, but it doesn't have to include you."

"Well now isn't that cute. You don't have a problem with us. You blow up one of my daddy's things and are standing on his planet. I think that means that we have a problem."

"Consider that there were people before he showed up and plenty still on it, I would question his ownership. This is everyone's planet not his."

"It's his by right of conquest."

"So, he stole it and that gives him right to it."

"Might makes right."

Trunks gave her big fake smile then chuckled at her "Oh boy you are just a miserable piece of work aren't you. A pint-sized little tyrant in training. Well fine if you want to so badly come at me. But I promise you won't enjoy the results."

Livy's face turned to from amused to murder on a dime she was ready to charge Trunks when Remus spoke up.

"Sis don't charge him! Don't you notice how he's not scared and how he's clearly hiding his true power level!"

"Shut the hell up coward! You tremble like you're a kakarrotdamned little girl. I'm the only one of us that has any balls. I should be dad's choice to rule and I fucking bet that if I had a cock, I would fucking be his choice too."

And with that she charged Trunks with reckless abandoned powered by rage. He easily knocked her aside one handed sending her to the ground with a loud thud.

"You know if your too blind with rage to see straight your punches aren't going to hit and anyone could easily direct you since you're not in control."

She screamed as she hit the ground with her fist. It was blatantly obvious she wasn't listening to his advice as she was too blinded by anger.

She snarled out like she was a wild animal and as she attacked again saying "I'm Princess Livy Gero of the New Saiyan Empire, daughter of Emperor Kakarrot Terran Gero! I will crush your bones and rip out your guts!"

She attacked again only to be easily once again knocked aside by Trunk who know looked far more confused than before as he muttered out 'Gero?'

Trunks looked down at her and asked her "Gero? What did you mean? Is your last name Gero?"

On the ground not facing him she chuckled as he stood over her. She as fast as she could turned around and tossed a clump of dirt and sand at his face.

Trunks gave a yelp as the sand hit his eyes blinding him. She got up then kick him in the crotch as hard as she possibly could. She then jumped up and punched him in the gut to make him go flying.

She raised her hands above her face as yelled out "Masenko HA!"

She fired at him with her yellow beam that hit him midair and resulted in a massive explosion that sent Betsy flying from her spot.

Remus glared at her as the helpers began to clap for as she looked all too please with her.

Remus said to himself "That was dirty."

Not hearing him but guessing what he had said she look at him "All is permitted in war. Morality is for the sheep brother. Dad says it all the time. All that really matters is that we win, fuck playing fair. By virtue of our birth we weren't playing fair. We're just naturally better."

Trunks voice piped up from the clearing smoking "Is that so?"

The smoke clear Trunks had a ribbon of blood coming from his mouth that wiped out with the cuff of his jacket. He looked unharmed and basically undamaged from the attack.

"Naturally superior you say. Well then, I can give you a counterpoint. My name is Trunks Briefs son of Bulma Briefs a brilliant science and my father was Prince Vegeta last an ancient royal saiyan bloodline. So, I guess I'm Trunks Briefs Prince of all Saiyans. And I guess that means you've met your match."

Remus and Betsy eyes went wide as only they seemed to realize that the young man was telling the truth.

Livy had been shocked to see him still alive but at his words she laughed. "Are you saying your that short asshole's little bastard? The one that daddy wanted to murder that called me a half-breed little bitch. That moron that got himself killed." To that Trunks twitched a bit. "He never had kids and certain not with that rebel whore. Your lying. Your just some bastard of uncle Raditz or maybe Nappa. Neither should you be very proud of."

Trunks now spoke with more ice in his voice at her comments "I told you who my parents are. If you don't believe me, I'll just have to show you."

Trunks appeared before her and with a chop sent her to the ground yet again.

"You should be glad I'm not willing to take this any further." He looked up at Remus. "How about you?"

Gracchus enraged at begin ignored and what had happened to his sister he tried to charge Trunks but was easily knocked away by Trunks's energy. Thus, leaving Trunks and Remus to talk as the helpers went to the aid of Livy and Gracchus.

"I read the other two easily enough, but you seem a little more complicated. I know doubt when I see it. I've had that look on my face for most of life."

"I don't understand how your Vegeta kid. You're not lying but your nothing like him. He was cruel. I thought all of us were cruel. The others were too."

"My master the only saiyan I ever knew wasn't cruel. And you don't look like much of cruel monster like your siblings."

"I should be."

"You don't look to sure about that."

"Father is extreme, but I've seen the slaves he's freed. My big brother loves him. I couldn't stand to lose either of them. My sister I don't think either. If I talk to them sometimes, they listen, and they do less horrible things."

"I guess we both had a rough childhood. You're not response for their actions just your actions and by the sounds of if you're not a big fan of theirs. So, I have to ask you, are you okay with all of this? Because I'm getting the feeling you're not."

Remus had a vexed look on his face. His eyebrows were up high as he searched for a response to this other Prince. A silence gripped the scene only to be interrupted by a loud cackle emerging from Livy. She was grinning maniacally at them.

"Oh, brother you are so fucking easy. If you're not crying on Romulus's shoulder, you're questioning things." In a swift motion she swatted away her attendants like they were insects. She got to her feet having been revived by her suit earlier. "Let me ask you this brother? Would 'big' brother Romulus ever forgive you if you joined this half-wit? Our beloved father has killed brave men, cowards, revolutionaries, tyrants, rich men, poor men, he's killed the pure and the corrupt. He has killed absolute anyone that stood in his way. And this boy can't even bring himself to kill us. He is weak and doesn't even know anything about us saiyans. Especially considering he doesn't even have a tail and picked a fight with us on a moonlit night like this!"

The moon had emerged from behind the cloud and beat down on them. Her eyes turned white and so did Remus's.


So, this will be harder than Trunks thought. Feedback pretty please. I've been flying blind for too long.