Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jun 4, 2013 21:38:39 GMT -5
The Hall of Kings was, in Akassa’s opinion, the most impressive part of her Father’s palace. With most of their races artifacts lost to the destruction of planet Vegeta in ages past, this hall was the only representation of their history, even if it was only the newest chapter. The long hall, with vaulted ceilings was the most ornate room in the palace, besides the throne room itself. Many might think the ornate tapestries and mosaics were done out of vanity, but this was not the case. Despite how others might define it the room had been built to honor the leaders of the resurrected race.
The hall itself was lined with statues shaped in the likeness of previous Kings, each one great in his own right. Science had brought them back from extinction, but these Saiyans had paved the way for those after them, keeping the throne strong and secure against all threats. All of them belonged to the Hattori bloodline and such would be the case for eternity. Built branching off from the main hall that lead to the King’s throne room the Hall of Kings had been specifically placed so that when need be it could be extended to accommodate more statues as time rolled on.
Stopping at the last statue on the right of the hall Akassa was most proud to look up at the face of her Grandfather. The young half-saiyan had heard the most stories of him and his adventures, told to her when she was young. Well…not exactly to her. In most cases they had been for the pleasure of her brother, the Saiyan Prince, and she had simply been allowed to listen alongside him. Still she knew her place and had always kept her mouth shut, wanting to be a part of every family activity she could. Over the years her feelings had not changed, even if her treatment had.
When she was young there was what a Saiyan might consider love from her father and brother. While her step mother had never taken to her, the others had made her feel at home. This did not last though, as she grew and other children were added to the family her importance seemed to lessen. At every turn her step mother made sure to remind her of the human blood that flowed in her veins. As she aged her Father grew distant, more attached to the son that was his true heir. Ninjin himself learned to exploit this and in time the two once close siblings became rivals. The only difference was that Akassa still harbored respect for her brother, hoped to once again be accepted by him.
As before time was not her friend, the two moving ever towards being rivals, the bridge of friendship seeming to have long ago collapsed. The fact she was still classified as one of the militaries elite fighters was a testament to her talent and that her father at least valued her as a soldier. Determined to prove she was more than just that, that she belonged as a full member of the royal family there was nothing she would not do to prove herself.
Still looking over the statue of the man that was her father’s father she felt more at east. From what she had been told, Meski Hattori had been quite the rebellious youth, his pride often getting in the way of his better judgment. Perhaps that was why her father was so controlled. Glancing at the red strands of hair hanging down near her eye a small smirk forms on her face. Like her grandfather before her she wanted to experiment with that rebellious side.
As a rule the half-blooded daughter of the king was not allowed to wear the family’s colors of red and gold. She followed that rule, again hoping that one day she might earn herself a set of armor to mirror her brothers, but still…she couldn’t help herself. Having just dyed her hair red the female thought herself clever enough for finding a loophole in the rule. It would no doubt anger her step mother, something she wasn’t bothered by, but all in all she figured she could get away with it. Her father might offer some comment and Ninjin of course a glare, but that was all.
”I will do our family proud Grandfather, you have my word.”
Reaching up she gently touches the burly stone arm of her long dead forefather. If only she could have met him, he would have understood how she truly felt and how dedicated she was to their family. Dropping her hand back to her side Akassa takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. It was time to go see the King.
Her presence had been requested in the throne room, her bother most likely already on his way as well. Akassa was unsure as to what her father might want, but as always she answered his call full heartedly. Even with the red streaks in her hair she was ready to serve the family, the dyed hair simply the result of her deep desire to wear the family colors. If she were lucky the message might even leave an impression on the man though she doubted it.
Turning from her favorite statue she takes up a brisk pace, knowing her family did not want to be kept waiting, especially for her. Passing the other statues and the tapestries that adorned the hall she felt her pride swell. This hall was almost a shrine to her family, a testament to their unbroken line of power since the recreation of the Saiyan race. Could any true Saiyan not walk these halls and not feel as if she could take on any foe? Akassa thought the task impossible.
Whatever it was her father wanted she would do it, whatever it was her family needed it was done. Even if Ninjin himself made a request of her the half-saiyan planned to fulfill it or die trying, the fact he was ranked higher than her not even a factory in her loyalty. Genetically Akassa Hattori was not full Saiyan, but she had a Saiyan heart, and it pumped royal blood through her veins.
Long live the Hattori bloodline.
The hall itself was lined with statues shaped in the likeness of previous Kings, each one great in his own right. Science had brought them back from extinction, but these Saiyans had paved the way for those after them, keeping the throne strong and secure against all threats. All of them belonged to the Hattori bloodline and such would be the case for eternity. Built branching off from the main hall that lead to the King’s throne room the Hall of Kings had been specifically placed so that when need be it could be extended to accommodate more statues as time rolled on.
Stopping at the last statue on the right of the hall Akassa was most proud to look up at the face of her Grandfather. The young half-saiyan had heard the most stories of him and his adventures, told to her when she was young. Well…not exactly to her. In most cases they had been for the pleasure of her brother, the Saiyan Prince, and she had simply been allowed to listen alongside him. Still she knew her place and had always kept her mouth shut, wanting to be a part of every family activity she could. Over the years her feelings had not changed, even if her treatment had.
When she was young there was what a Saiyan might consider love from her father and brother. While her step mother had never taken to her, the others had made her feel at home. This did not last though, as she grew and other children were added to the family her importance seemed to lessen. At every turn her step mother made sure to remind her of the human blood that flowed in her veins. As she aged her Father grew distant, more attached to the son that was his true heir. Ninjin himself learned to exploit this and in time the two once close siblings became rivals. The only difference was that Akassa still harbored respect for her brother, hoped to once again be accepted by him.
As before time was not her friend, the two moving ever towards being rivals, the bridge of friendship seeming to have long ago collapsed. The fact she was still classified as one of the militaries elite fighters was a testament to her talent and that her father at least valued her as a soldier. Determined to prove she was more than just that, that she belonged as a full member of the royal family there was nothing she would not do to prove herself.
Still looking over the statue of the man that was her father’s father she felt more at east. From what she had been told, Meski Hattori had been quite the rebellious youth, his pride often getting in the way of his better judgment. Perhaps that was why her father was so controlled. Glancing at the red strands of hair hanging down near her eye a small smirk forms on her face. Like her grandfather before her she wanted to experiment with that rebellious side.
As a rule the half-blooded daughter of the king was not allowed to wear the family’s colors of red and gold. She followed that rule, again hoping that one day she might earn herself a set of armor to mirror her brothers, but still…she couldn’t help herself. Having just dyed her hair red the female thought herself clever enough for finding a loophole in the rule. It would no doubt anger her step mother, something she wasn’t bothered by, but all in all she figured she could get away with it. Her father might offer some comment and Ninjin of course a glare, but that was all.
”I will do our family proud Grandfather, you have my word.”
Reaching up she gently touches the burly stone arm of her long dead forefather. If only she could have met him, he would have understood how she truly felt and how dedicated she was to their family. Dropping her hand back to her side Akassa takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. It was time to go see the King.
Her presence had been requested in the throne room, her bother most likely already on his way as well. Akassa was unsure as to what her father might want, but as always she answered his call full heartedly. Even with the red streaks in her hair she was ready to serve the family, the dyed hair simply the result of her deep desire to wear the family colors. If she were lucky the message might even leave an impression on the man though she doubted it.
Turning from her favorite statue she takes up a brisk pace, knowing her family did not want to be kept waiting, especially for her. Passing the other statues and the tapestries that adorned the hall she felt her pride swell. This hall was almost a shrine to her family, a testament to their unbroken line of power since the recreation of the Saiyan race. Could any true Saiyan not walk these halls and not feel as if she could take on any foe? Akassa thought the task impossible.
Whatever it was her father wanted she would do it, whatever it was her family needed it was done. Even if Ninjin himself made a request of her the half-saiyan planned to fulfill it or die trying, the fact he was ranked higher than her not even a factory in her loyalty. Genetically Akassa Hattori was not full Saiyan, but she had a Saiyan heart, and it pumped royal blood through her veins.
Long live the Hattori bloodline.
