Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Planet Jalamir ( Chapter 9 )

"I don't remember it looking this…small." Neko said, looking around at the series of oddly shaped buildings of various hues and the overhead hanging lamps which shone brightly in the early evening sky. Piccolo walked beside her, ducking momentarily as a child on a hover bike grazed a bit too close overhead. He could see the palace, shining like a polished jewel in the star filled sky. He and Neko contined towards it, ignoring the random odd look from pedestrians.

"You were never on Jalamir, Neko." Piccolo said, as a little girl who looked like a twin of Mira, gaped up at him with her eyes as wide as her mouth before she was jerked roughly away by an older female before they walked by, "You saw the inside of the royal ship, and only a fraction of it."

Neko was silent as she considered this. She must have mistaken the inside of Larajin's ship as being on the planet in her childish memories. Well, she was very young and small at the time, and the ship had been quite huge, it was easy to make such a mistake.

It did not matter anyway. They were there for only one reason and one reason only.

"I do not know how they take care of their dead, but if we can find out where Mira was…buried…or whatever," Piccolo said, as they turned a corner, "You can finally say good bye to Mira and…"

Suddenly, Neko stopped and spun around, hands on her hips and her face tilted in anger, "Do you think that is the reason I agreed to come with you?" She said through clentched teeth, "Father, you must know me better than that. I've come for revenge. For Mira."

"Neko…" Piccolo began, feeling that strange sense of apprehension again, "I have a very bad feeling that something isn't right back on Earth."

"It won't take long, Father." Neko said, cracking her knuckles as she turned to face the turrets of the distant palace, "This is something I have to do. Can you understand that?"

He nodded, he understood only too well the need for vengence. It was a need that ate at you, day after day, year afer year, until you were almost completely consumed. He knew his daughter would not rest until her need was sated. He just hoped he wouldn't have to bring her decapitated head back to her mother when all this was said and done.

"Halt!" The guard was male and looked human, his ears weren't pointed like the females they had seen, Neko found that a bit odd, but did not question it. They had gotten to the palace gates and had to go through the twin-like well-armed gaurds before they could progress further, "What is your business here, Offlanders?"

"We're from Earth," Neko stepped forward, her gaze level with the helmeted gaurds, focusing on the one who had spoken in a gravelly voice as he leaned on his deadly diamond-tipped lance, "We have urgant business with the Queen…"

"Queen Larajin is not to be disturbed." He said, crossing his weapon over his partner's, blocking their path to the enterance, "Under no circumstances."

"Move out of the way!" Piccolo yelled, becoming more than fed up, "Now."

The one guard shook his head, the metal of his armor clanking with the movement, "Sorry, No can do. Orders, you know."

"If you do not move out of our way," Piccolo's voice was low now, and any creatue with a brain could hear the veiled threat, "I will personally move you!"

"I'm sorry, big guy." The other guard spoke now, his voice was more high-pitched and girlish, "Orders are orders. If we make an expection for you, what will everyone else think?"

Weary of all this useless chatter, Piccolo picked up both men by their necks and, before they could even cry out in protest, slammed ttheirmetal-helmed heads together. The resounding clang made a satifactory sound as he dropped them into a pile next to the gates and shoved them open himself.

"You know," Neko said, as they walked through, looking up over the tall fence surrounding the palace, "We could have just flown over…"

Piccolo shrugged, thinking how good it felt to shut those cocky gaurds up. Neko turned her attention on the large, rounded door of the palace, which was surrounded in what looked to be many different glittering jewels and silver within gold. The walls of the palace itself looked to be formed from oceandeep pearls and rainbow hues faded within and out of the walls in the overhead lights set up all around the grounds. It was the most wonderous things she'd ever seen and stood, awed, for just a moment.

Piccolo watched his daughter as she paused, face upwards, and took in the sight of the massive, glittering abode of Larajin, now Queen Larajin. For a fraction of a second, her dark eyes seemed almost childlike again and innocent. Then, as if catching herself in an act she did approve of, the look vanished and was replaced with one he was more familiar with; Determined tempered rage. She banged on the door with both fists, demanding enterance.