Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness Swirling ❯ The Conference ( Chapter 2 )

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Important!!!!

I forgot to add to the last chapter that the date was May 15

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May 17
Scarlet Solar System; 9 Hundred Hours
Planet Vegeta



The King winced as he stepped out from the mist of the dreary castle, lines of old age and worry crinkling his face. The city was in shambles, buildings burning in the distance, black holes where quarters should have been, and the sky erupted with lightning energy. It was almost as if the age-old planet sensed the havoc streaming through the souls of the people. Subconsciously the King sighed as he began to calculate how much the damage would cost. However much he tried to think though, he could not ignore the throb of people cankering loudly below him. Wearily, he raised his jewel encrusted hand, silencing the people. The people, he dully noted, that did not have permission to be on his planet.

Silence filled the atmosphere and the King almost breathed in relief as the major migraine he had been harboring for over two days finally subsided to a low throb. Beside him his beautiful trophy-wife cautiously stepped forward onto the balcony, now that she was assured that her sensitive ears could bear it. Behind her Nappa, the royal advisor, Bardock, the royal scientist, and Kakkorot, affectionately nicknamed the planet's savior, loyally followed. The King's lips twitched into a slight smile when the Saiyans among the crowd lightly cheered as they spotted the goofy grin on Kakkorot's face, recognizing the man who was now deemed a legend.

Coughing imperceptibly, the King began to speak, his first words grating over the ears of the devoted listeners. However, before another syllable could pass through his bearded lips the sky released a terrifying crackle, illuminating the sky into an abstract painting of whites, indigos, pinks, and oranges. Fascinated, the people gazed about in wonder, and the Saiyans wondered if they had ever felt more in tune with the planet than they did at that moment. Beaming with pride, the King blindly thought it was the power of his presence and voice at such a momentous occasion.

He was roughly shaken from his stupor when the crowd gasped, eyes opening wide in wonder at a sight behind him. Whirling around swiftly, his view was clouded by that of his son, dressed in all his glory. The figure gradually lifted a booted foot, then another, walking leisurely onto the balcony and into the view of others. Once his black visage, hidden in the shadows even now, was outlined, he stopped, and the sky erupted with streaks of light once again. It was a truly horrific sight, the lightning illuminating the stony face of the young man, the endless black eyes glinting with a malicious darkness swirling within them. The King was ashamed to admit that he shuddered in fear, taking a step backward from the aura radiating around the boy. How could he have sired such a thing?


Ever since Vegeta was a toddler the King knew something was wrong with the child. The nights that him and his wife lay awake as the child screamed and threw himself wildly about in his chambers to the very break of dawn were still branded vividly into the King's mind. At times they would have to strap the child onto its bed just to get him to calm down. And, unfortunately, it got no better in the daylight. Not a day would pass that the decapitated body of a maid or advisor was brought to him, the handiwork of young Vegeta. As a result of the young boy's behavior, the King had adjusted himself to the fact that Vegeta was not a real person but the spawn of a demon, sent to wreck havoc on his soul for the evil deeds that he had committed in the past.

But as much as the King feared the boy-- and yes, he did fear him-- they had resorted to a casual and polite means of conversation over the years. Polite conversation as in, the King did his best to ignore the boy whenever he was in his presence but was sensible enough not to provoke Vegeta's fearsome temper. So, in returning to his usual nature the King cautiously turned back to the people, doing his best to ignore the looming creature behind him and praying to the gods that no one noticed the sweat that began to gather atop his lip.

Once the people began to notice the King's piercing gaze on them he returned to his previous task. "As many of you may notice, my people, the great fearsome Sayians, do not take this intrusion onto our planet lightly. We are appalled that you would destroy our cities without the merest regret and then rush to us, seeking guidance. For your sakes you had better have a plausible excuse for your behavior. Now, before my kindness wears thin, why are you here?"

Like a great wave the noise washed over them, starting as a slight buzz, then rising in volume, its pitches fluctuated, as all of the foreign beings began to speak at once. His migraine swiftly gaining power, the King pressed a hand to his temple and roared out for the people to be silent. Shocked at the violent expression on his face, no doubt conjured by the agony he felt in his head, they all silenced immediately.

Raising his head, he glared and began to speak slowly, as one would with a three year-old child. "Let us try this again. However, I do say, appoint one of you to speak. I shall hear no other."

They glanced nervously among themselves, as if to discern who was brave enough to speak to the King in his wrath. Nervously, an orange-colored man, of about nineteen earth years, began to speak. His hair was a purple color and arranged atop his head, he was lanky and tall, and his purple robes appeared to engulf him. His heavily lashed pink eyes glanced at the King timidly.

"I-I…I am the Prince of the Malayaoins, Prince Trinity." The prince visibly swallowed, conveying his fear to the Sayians that watched him from above. Nappa could have sworn that he heard Prince Vegeta mumble that Prince Trinity should be standing on a docking station whoring himself to Lords who liked pounding it to little boys. At this Nappa bit his lip to keep from laughing and tried to keep a straight face as he waited for Prince Trinity to continue.

"As you may have known, my father was once the powerful Lord of the Starless Galaxy Empire. But sadly he is no longer alive, as is the case with many of our people."

Prince Trinity sharply jerked upwards to stare them straight in the eyes and even Vegeta was forced a step backwards by the loathing he saw. "She killed him! That little conniving bitch! She killed them all!" A muscle in the young man's face began to twitch, his hands clenching and unclenching. "Now me and what's left of my people have nowhere else to go. We underestimated the enemy, just because of her gender, and now we are paying the price. We all are. Look around you, look at these faces. This is what's left of the nineteen empires that once ruled over the universe. This is what's left!" The feminine Prince's eyes seemed to glaze over. "And now she will come for you! Our people are too weak to fight anymore. We have nowhere to go, and we are all very frightened. Take pity! Take pity on us warriors. You are all we have left. If anyone could stop this killing machine if would be you. You have more knowledge on warfare then all of our empires combined. That is why we are here, you see, to request your aid in destroying this evil Queen of Darkness. And if you come out victorious, I can guarantee that we will all ally ourselves to your empire. You will finally rule the universe alone. And if you fail, we are all doomed."

Others raised their voices in agony, inflamed by Prince Trinity's speech.

"She destroyed my planet! It's gone! Gone!"

"Please, help us! Please! We have no where else to go!"

"Kill her! You must kill her before she destroys you, too."

"Protect us!"


The King and his party stood in shock, still processing the words that had spilt forth from the Malayaoin's lips. It all sounded so implausible. Suddenly, Nappa, the vulgar man that he was, let forth a bellowing laugh.

"A woman? A woman is what has you trembling in your boots?" He let forth another round of laughter, wiping tears from his eyes. "You must somehow be mistaken. A woman trying to rule the universe? It is impossible."

The King stared impassively at Nappa's wavering figure, almost embarrassed for the man's lack of common sense. Under his breath he ordered the two guards standing at the balcony entrance to escort Nappa back to his chambers and resolutely faced the crowd, his fingers pulling at his confining armor as he did. "As crude as Nappa may have sounded, he does make a valid point. It is rather unbelievable that a woman could have destroyed nineteen empires as powerful as yours."

The crowd then parted and King Vegeta could practically hear the intakes of breath echoing from behind him. His black eyes narrowed at the man, disgust making them shimmer more than usual. In spite of his personal feelings the King politely nodded his head in acknowledgment. "King Cold."

It was no secret in the universe that the Ice-jin Empire and the Saiyan Empire were sworn enemies. They were both extremely powerful and proud races, and as such it was inevitable that they should clash. At the time the empires were in a cold war (the King smirked as he thought of the irony in such a name) and had not spoken since the Empire War of Jakanian. At that, all traces of humor were erased from the King's countenance and he swiftly smashed that train of thought. He would rather not recall those memories and the shame it brought on the family name.

His attention now devoted to creature below him, he had no choice but to wait patiently for King Cold to say what he intended. Scowling, the King thought of all the times, when he and Cold were just mere princes, that the Ice-jin had humiliated him by making him wait for insufferable periods of time during the Royal Acceptance Ceremonies while Cold had, in actuality, already spoken to the High Kings. Goddess, he hated the man.

Finally, King Cold began to speak. "I know that we do not see eye to eye, my old adversary, but do not doubt what these people tell you. I have seen her, I have seen the Black Nightingale with my very own eyes, and she is more dangerous than I could have ever imagined. Do not doubt them-- I did, and now I am paying the price."

Now the King was truly stunned. "Your Empire…The Ice-jin Empire…It has fallen?" The Ice-jin nodded in confirmation and the King did his best to hide the fear that began to swell in his heart. Although the Ice-jin and himself were not fond of each other, the man would not joke about such a thing. Still suspicious, the King gulped and asked, "Why should we trust you? Perhaps the information you tell us is false. If not, why come to us for help? Why swallow your pride now, King Cold, when you could just as easily have never came?"

The Ice-jin slowly shook his head, as if in pain. "And lay awake at night listening to the sounds of nonexistent people? It may surprise you, but I yearn companionship. My Empire needs your help, we all need it. I may be brash at times but I know now that I cannot defeat this abomination. Please!" King Cold raised his head and it was almost heartbreaking to witness the grief that jumped forth from his beady little eyes. "Please, she has my son, she has Frieza."

Frieza? This woman had Frieza? The King felt his mouth go dry and desperately tried to swallow. Frieza was the most powerful creature in the universe, next to Kakarott of course. Another thought jolted the King and he now felt terrified to turn and see how Vegeta fared after hearing such an admission. As if fortifying his thoughts the storm picked up its pace, power swirling in strong currents and lightning seething from the atmosphere.


Suddenly it all felt so real, as if his mind and body were in a numbed disbelief before and now someone had painfully pinched him awake. His people were in danger from an unknown enemy that could attack at any given moment, and here they stood, having a press conference. Anxiously he searched the faces below him. They all looked so hopeful and trusting. It was as if the entire universe now rested on his broad shoulders. Worried, his voice bellowed over the thunder, sounding distrustfully raspy.

"What do we know of this woman? Where does she come from? What is her race? Where is she now? What is her purpose?"

Silence was all that greeted him as he paused to gauge their reactions. Frantic now, his voice began to rise in annoyance and apprehension. "You people must know something! Haven't you ever heard that you must know your enemy to defeat them? Someone must know something useful!"

Answering his prayers, a strong voice replied, the body moving into the view of the King. "I have the information you desire, your Lordship."

The King squinted his eyes, positive he had seen the man before. "Is that you Briefs?"

"Yes, it is me." The old man replied, his wire-framed glassed slipping down his nose.

"What is it that you know, Briefs? You must tell us. Anything that could aid us in the upcoming battle will be most welcome."

The gray-haired man seemed to squirm as he noticed all the eyes plastered on his frame. "I believe I know everything that you desire to know. Her birthplace and date, her parents, schools, fighting style. Name it and I'm sure I could tell you."

Astonished, everyone openly gaped at the well-known scholar. Clearing his throat, the King voiced the thought running rapidly through the minds of all. "How is it that you know so much on this girl when everyone else seems to know nothing?"

The scientist's body started to shake violently, his chin beginning to wobble. In a gesture, perhaps to calm himself, he began to rub his left arm with his right. "You see…you see…I know because she is…my daughter. I am the man that sired that evil and malicious creature!"

Before the crowd could process the information Dr. Briefs quickly dropped to his knees, crawling forth. "Please! I beg of you-- do not take me to fault! That thing, that creature is not the same little girl I raised. She has gone insane! Insane I tell you!"

Pity filled the King's heart for the old Dr. Briefs. He knew quite well how it was to have a child such as the one he was describing. "Rise, Briefs. A man's place is not on his knees." Shakily, Dr. Briefs rose from his dusty spot on the worn dirt road. "Now, I will be frank and say that this news astonishes me. I never even knew you had a child, Briefs."

"I have always been ashamed to bring such a child with me on my trips, Your Highness. She has always been quite fond of delivering outrageous stories and acting in reprehensible ways. I tried my best to break her of her willfulness, but I was unsuccessful. Eventually, after years of study we-- my wife and I-- thought it best to place her in a psychiatric ward. So you see, the girl is mentally unstable."

The King was momentarily confused. "Then how could the girl have conquered nineteen of the Twenty Supreme Empires in the Universe if she is as unstable as you claim? If I am not mistaken, if the girl is your child then she would be human. Then her power would be virtually untraceable! Now you must not blame me for doubting your story, Briefs."

The man in question sighed, shoulders sagging. "I said she was unstable, my Lord, not stupid. The girl is the most cunning thing I have ever encountered in my life. Her knowledge even astounds me. As for her race, you are correct, she is human. However, she does not need physical power when she has such a powerful mind."

When the King began to continue his conversation Kakarott nudged him in the shoulder, stalling him. Brow raised in question, he faced the concerned boy. "Yes?" he asked, his tone low so that the common folk could not hear.

As if delivering an extremely important message, Kakarott leaned forward. "I think you should continue this conversation elsewhere. The people are growing restless."

Looking below him, the King's eyes validated the boy's words. The people had indeed grown restless, fidgeting as an uneasy energy filled them. Pivoting to answer Kakarott, he unintentionally caught the gaze of his only child and felt a tremor pass through him. Vegeta openly glared at Kakarott and himself with a look that promised vengeance. Now the King could wish for nothing more than to leave the balcony behind, if only to get away from the searing eyes of his son.

Attempting to block the thoughts from his mind, the King nodded to Kakarott, showing the boy that he agreed with the wise decision, then faced Bardock. "Bring Dr. Briefs and any royalty you encounter inside and make sure they are situated in a room to their liking. Then clear out the abandoned soldier encampment on the outskirts of the city for the people who need it. There are blankets, food, and running water there so it shall be suitable. Any ships within the city limits are to be removed immediately." The King waited for Bardock to nod his head in understanding before continuing. "The board of advisors will meet again in the command room in two hours. Do make sure they get the message."

And with those parting words the King exited the balcony, turning his back to the people, his blood red cape floating behind him. Although he was ashamed of doing so, the King did his best to avoid the eyes of his son, knowing the feelings it would evoke within him.

Thus the King was not able to observe the way Vegeta's mouth curved upward, his eyes gleaming eerily with the knowledge that had escaped the notice of his father. Behind Vegeta the sky roared in satisfaction, sensing the Prince's power, curled deep within him, and illuminating the planet in a flash of white.

Gracefully, Prince Vegeta followed the royal party into the abyss of the Saiyan fortress, but not before he stopped to stare at the people below him. The combination of his stark features illuminated by lightning, his prideful stance, and the malicious look upon his features caused them to gasp, taking a step backwards. His smirk did not waver, if anything it grew wider, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. Mockingly he bowed, then within a blink of an eye, disappeared from their sight. A collective sigh followed, but none felt relieved. Tensely they all waited, fearing that the end of all existence was upon them. In the background the thunder rolled.

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Ohhh, wow, this is the longest chapter I have ever written! Its really kind of amazing…and only one scene as well. Did everyone like it? Please…please tell me you liked it! I worked so hard! If not, tell me why! Then I can see everyone's opinion! I can't wait to post the next one. I just want to warn everyone that this fic is defiantly going to have adult content and I'm not just talking about simple sex. So, if your not a mature reader or a person with an open mind I suggest that you not read on. Anyway, reviews always motivate me:: wink, wink:: so I would appreciate it if you reviewed. Also thank you so much for all the reviews (I would usually thank you all by name but I'm in a hurry to post this so I promise I will in the next chapter) I got all ready! I loved them! Loved them I tell you! Kisses!

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" Rome did not build an empire by holding press conferences. They did it by destroying all who opposed them"