Many years ago,
In the great hall of the Imperial palace surrounded by priceless artwork of antiquity. Kakarrot and Teal were both leaning against a wall looking at a painting while drinking straight out of champagne bottles.
Kakarrot has just returned home from beating Frieza and growing the Empire while waiting for the birth of another one of his sons.
Both men seemed drunk. Kakarrot pointed at the painting "See that's what I wanted to show you."
"Don't you have a new kid or something."
"Who cares. Look at this."
Teal stared at the piece of art like it was a space alien "Kind of gross that guy is getting castrated right?"
"Yeah but it the story that is interesting."
"Well fine then tell it."
Kakarrot smiling "According to legend and don't laugh but a god named Uranus once ruled the cosmos according to the Greeks." (Teal chuckled a bit.) "I told you not to laugh coz."
Teal waved his hand "Sorry."
"He ruled without question and took his mother for a wife Gaia."
"Incredibly gross please continue."
"With his mother-wife pregnant he goes to a seer and asks about the future. The seer tells him that one of his son's (she is going to give him six over time) is going to grow stronger than him and overthrow him. He laughs believing that in arrogance that no one can overthrow him after all he was king of the gods. Well Gaia gives birth and one of the sons is named Cronos. He ended up hating his children and sot to not give any of them power. Cronos grew strong and angry at his father's slights, so he plotted with his siblings to overthrow his father. They succeeded and then Cronos castrated his father locking him away in hell and took one his sisters as a wife Rhea."
"Still quite gross."
"Gods don't care what's gross. Now his wife is pregnant, so he goes to a seer to ask of the future. The seer tells him that one of his sons will grow strong and overthrow him. Remembering history, he comes up with a solution. After his wife gives birth, he eats the baby whole. Now a smart man would leave at that, but he can't help himself and she get pregnant again. So, he eats the next one and the one after that. Five times he eats her kids. So, Rhea gets pissed and shoves a rock up there and pretends to give birth to the six one. He falls for it and she goes and has Zeus. She raises him in secret. He grows strong gaining allies and overthrows his father. Zeus ends up castrates his father and dumps him into hell after freeing his siblings from his belly. Now Zeus in this time has taken a wife and she gets pregnant. So, he goes to a seer to ask of the future and is told that your son of your current wife will grow strong and overthrow you. So, he goes to his first wife that he says that he loves her. He kisses on the head then eats her whole, then goes and marries on of his sisters"
"Man, that's fucked up."
"It's all just a circle. That's all it ever was."
"Sure, but why are you telling me this?"
"Because I was just told by a by a seer that one of my sons will grow stronger and overthrow me."
The moment the red glow disappeared Romulus felt like panting like he was running out of breath. His father had always told him he was the heir but still. He had assumed that because he was so damn weak that he would be passed over.
He felt like his suit was strangling him so with great hast he made his way to his room the only place he took it off. The door shut and locked. He let not a no one in this room.
His room was sparse. There simply wasn't much there. This room held his bed with one sheet. His healing tank and a broken mirror on a vacant wardrobe. All as drab and colorless as it could get.
He removed his gauntlets first. The skin on his skin was red and raw. It looked mangled and looked the permanently scarred. Some of his skin went with the gauntlets and a trickled of blood started to run down his left hand.
At this point in all of this he barely felt the pain he was so numb to it, but the blood convinced him that he had to go slower before he went into his tank. Piece by piece he removed armor showing more of his scared and ripped up flesh.
The pain was an old friend to him a reminder of his weakness. He hated looking at himself, the 'suit' was the real him he had come to believe.
Finally came the part he hated most taking off his helmet. Slowly he took in off. He looked in the mirror as blonde hair came down towards his face.
His hair stopped being green a while ago, not long after couldn't stand his own reflection anymore. Sometimes it was blue but mostly it was blonde. Blue, he hated blue, blue meant he was far more wilting. The suit hurt more, he felt more miserable, more likely to cry like a woman. Blonde meant it was easier to rip things apart. It was like he could express anger easier like his father could.
He had bags under all three of eyes. After all he didn't not sleep. The tank was for sleeping. The drugs it pumped him with after all made sure he didn't dream. He hated his dreams. All they ever where were just about the planets and creatures he had slaughtered. Sure, these thoughts came up when he was alone, but the suit did its job and the pain kept him focused.
He knew that he would need to invite his siblings primarily the ones old enough to have some weight. Remus might make a scene. Livy might try to poison him. Gracchus would act the stick in the mud like always. Caesar and Augustus would get bored and try to start a fight. But the Moffs and allies needed to see the Empire united.
His family might not care for the image of all of this, but he did. He would have to invite them.
He grabbed his helmet off the ground and put it on quickly tapping a button on the side a voice on the other side Cobalt "Yes my Prince?"
"Firmly ask my 'adult' sibling's servants that my siblings must attended the Kakarrot Ribbon Party Congress. Inform them that their Crown Prince commands it and that their presence is required."
"Yes, my Prince but…"
"Before you ask no. It would not be a good idea for me to ask myself. Better that their attends 'ask' them." He tapped his helmet and threw it onto the ground. He knew they were going to make this difficult for him now that he was finally getting a taste of the throne despite the depravity they were up to.
Admiral Vanilla on the bridge of the Supercarrier 'Sloth' had lost. The moment the call had come in about the immediate need to get the Prince, no one wanted to be the one to get him. Remus they all knew had his mood swings. Most of the time he was a jovial drunk, sometimes he was somber and sometimes he was a violent drunk. It was a tossup between the three.
The Prince's party had begun hours ago so it meant that he was no doubt stone drunk. It had been decided that because of Cobalt's insistence this could not wait, besides hung-over Remus was way more likely to be irritable.
Vanilla had known drunks his whole life his father, his best friend Purple. Part of him had always understood that they were in pain but unlike those other two he couldn't understand his Prince's pain.
Vanilla made his way from the bridge having said his farewells to his fellow officers. He could always have his attendant do this but that young man had just had a boy with his wife. Honor demanded he inform his Prince of this news himself. Grand Admiral Byzantium had made it a point for this to be impartial game of chance. Lady Luck had simply decided to be a bitch to him.
He made it to the Prince's residence on the super carrier. He could not hear the music but be could feel the area vibrate from the music. The Prince always had musicians and movie stars over along with both women he paid for and woman he had not paid for.
He had to make his way through the mad house that was this this party. He tried looking in the Prince's gravity chamber only to find a writhing orgy in progress.
Eventually he made it to the Prince bedroom. After he had to break the arm of some crazy woman and got sucker punch by some drunk, but he was finally here.
The blood guard were all at his door and let him in.
He opened the Prince's bedroom only to find that the Prince was standing on his bed naked with a woman with green hair giving him 'head'. His nose had white powder on it. He was holding in his hand a human skull that he had turned into a chalice filled with red wine that he was spilling.
The Prince was loudly and drunkenly singing along with the music that was blaring to himself "A million magic crystals, painted pure and white. A mult-million dollars almost overnight. Twice as sweet as sugar. Twice as bitter as salt. And if you get hooked, baby. It's nobody else's fault, so don't do it."
The Prince looked at Vanilla. His eyes were bloodshot and dilated. The Prince had not slept and was quite high. "You should try some of this!" He pushed off a woman sending her to the floor and grabbed a brick of white powder and chucked it at him. Vanilla managed to dodge but it hit the wall and exploded covering him with the powder.
Vanilla choked and hacked as it got into his eyes and lungs. Remus chuckled and shook his head, he talked ridiculously fast "No. No. No, you're supposed to snort it, not breath it's in. The governor of New Columbia says that that he can make billions of tons of that stuff. This is a new revenue stream my father says. We're going to put all of the cartels either under our wing or destroy them. I have no idea of how to run a cartel but thankfully plenty of guys in our empire used to be criminals. Did you know that the mayor of West city used to be Yakuza well not used to, but you know what I mean?"
Vanilla still gagging but managed to spit out "Yes I do. Very interesting sir but I must tell you something…"
Remus still talking a mile a minute while grinding his teeth with his fingers "My father normally gives me nothing to do. Now I have to get people hooked. I wonder if he makes me get babies hooked. Seems like something he might make me do. Right?"
"My Prince I have something urgent to tell you."
Remus angry smacking the air in a huff "Then say it damn it!"
"Your brother has requested your presence at the Party Congress."
The mode soured in an instant. It was like Remus had sobered up with that simple sentence. Thankfully, he didn't look angry to Vanilla. It was more like a wave of melancholy hit the Prince. He got down and sat on his bed.
"Fine I'll be there. Just go." The women started to crowd around as his friends told him to cheer up as Vanilla left. He felt on fire as the cocaine did its thing.
Admiral Olive was the one to get the message. Grand Admiral Cyan was with the Princess. He knew this would not be welcomed news, but he knew he had to deliver it.
The bridge of supercarrier 'Pride' was busy engine of war. They were in a middle of an invasion. He knew he was required on the bridge, but this unfortunately took precedence.
He made his way from the bridge to her chambers that had been made to her exact specifications. The door open and he was greeted by two of the Blood guard. In an instant he was in he was in a different world.
He was by the banks of the Nile in an Egyptian palace. She had actually had her entire quarters made to look the part even going so far as to have made most of it with the real thing dug up and dragged here. It was all so that so that she may be Queen he knew.
It was all frustrating the fact she made you bow and call her Goddess, but there was no other option. Her whims were law. She had personal disembowel his friend Grand Admiral Forest when he dared questioned her order and now, he was stuck with Cyan.
Cyan was younger than Olive's sons. He had sky high ranks in the academy but hadn't proved him self in the field before he was made Grand Admiral. He knew the two reason why he had the job and they both sickened Olive. The two were lovers and he was considered her cousin. Both tasted like ash in his mouth.
It was quite a walk from the entrance to the Princess's throne room, but he finally made it. There he found her lounging on her sort of chair sort of couch that she must have seen in old art. She was high above him with Cyan and her side feeding her grade.
She was wearing her most garish Queen of the Nile costume with real gold and gems to make up the very little clothing she actually had on. It must have been heavy, but he knew she would barely feel it.
Cyan turned his head to face him. One eye purple the other green. He always dyed his hair because some of it would grow green some purple. It was a refreshment to see him with his uniform or clothes on. More then once he had found them in the act on her little throne and didn't either to stop or send him away, they made watch.
Cyan wore a white variant of an officer's uniform one that only an Moff or Grand Admiral was allowed to wear. Olive was convinced it was a way to throw his status in everyone face.
Livy looked at him with her blue eyes that he swore were like a snake's eyes "I didn't summon you Admiral."
Olive got on one knee his hands on the ground "Nor you did not my Queen. I was commanded by Grand Admiral Cobalt to deliver you a message."
"Well spit it out!"
"Your dear brother-husband fervently requests your presence on Earth for the Party Congress…" Before he had finished, he was airborne being choked by her ki mid-air.
Livy screamed out in a rage "REQUESTED OR COMMANDED!"
Olive had to struggle to get his answer out "COM…MANED! MY QUEEN!"
She allowed him to fall to the ground. "Don't every lie to me again."
Olive panting in pain "I will never lie to you again My Queen. I apologize."
Livy waved him way "Leave me."
Olive didn't need to be told twice he bowed then left. His dignity in tatters but it was just another day working for the Queen bitch of the Empire.
Grand Admiral Crimson was with his Prince on bridge of the 'Wroth' when they got the news. Gracchus always liked to be a part of every aspect of the planning when they were crushing solar systems. He didn't make much of field commander, but he was always present.
He always led from the front. Insisting to taking the fight to the enemy. He was always of few words and he never smiled. His hair was the color of blood and he always showed the enemy their own. He was always dressed in the most standard of armors like he was a common soldier.
Many of Crimson fellow officers hated the red headed Prince but he did not. Gracchus was prone to give all of territory to his men that weren't officers. He was obsessed with equality. When he did have speeches, he spoke no doubt like a fire brand.
The red-headed prince spoke "Crimson my friend give me the intercom." The grand admiral obliged.
"Comrades in arms, I'm here to tell you that I will be away for a while. The needs of state beckon me. I hate it with a passion, but it is time for chance. I have asked you all to not call me Prince as it is an arcane title with no true value, and it was not like the act that bought me about was of my mother choice. But what is true is that with this title we can complete the Revolution my father brought about. My brothers of blood have shown them all but stooges by Romulus and it shall be with him that I see to it that you all have what you deserve. Too many enemies of the Revolution have been allowed to live after the Great Purge. I will seek severe their heads from the necks."
He stopped and looked at Crimson. "It is time my brother of field that we cleanse the enemies of the state."