Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 6, 2013 18:54:06 GMT -5
Pride. Anger. Power lust. All these things came with being a Saiyan, and even though they’d softened in the past generations Ninjin Hattori held true to the old ways. He was a true prince of Saiyans, and he would show everyone that. He shouldn’t have to prove himself, but still felt that constant drive to. It was etched in his being. He had to be the best. Needed to.
Kabocha, Endou, and Shiitake followed close at the coat tails of the Saiyan prince as he walked down a hallway in the palace, the way the always followed him. Sycophants. Brownnosers. Boot-lickers. They hoped to rise to glory off of the hard work and sweat of the Saiyan prince. He supposed he didn’t truly have a friend in the world, only those that wanted his favor when he eventually became king. Well… there was that blue fluff creature, Truffle. He supposed if he had any friend in the world it was the big blue alien that followed him everywhere, where in the world was Truffle?
“Kabocha?” Ninjin said over his shoulder to his loyal captain. The spiky purple haired Saiyan clad in orange armor, a captain with the royal symbol in red embossed in his armor, stepped in front and saluted to him, barking out a ‘sir yes sir’. Kabocha… always so proper, always so intent on keeping with military tradition. The Saiyan prince supposed that if he had to choose a favorite out of the group it would be Kabocha, if only that he proved the most useful.
“Kabocha where in the hell is Truffle?” Ninjin said with some annoyance, he brushed Kabocha aside as they continued walking down the hallway. He didn’t have time to stop and speak to his lackeys; he was needed in his father’s throne room.
“He is still on Earth my lord. On that errand you had him run.” Kabocha did his best to keep pace with the Saiyan prince, taking long strides to match him. Likewise he did his best to keep his tone from being patronizing due to the Saiyan princes forgetfulness.
“Oh. Right. Earth.” He said with some disdain. He had no real love for the great blue planet they orbited, though he supposed it was a necessity. The Earthlings had given them a place to live, and for that Ninjin would grant them continued peace upon his ascension to the throne, but that was all he would offer.
They continued walking down the hallway, Saiyans of lower rank standing aside and saluting as the prince walked by. Not only was he the prince of the Saiyans he was also the highest general in the Saiyan army, even at the young age of twenty. He smirked at the attention.
“Shiitake.” The Saiyan said, indicating the long dark haired Saiyan lackey. Shiitake rushed forward and snapped a sloppy salute to his prince and commanding officer. Shiitake. The prince looked him up and down and not for the first time Ninjin wondered why he allowed him in his presence.
“Yes my lord?” Shiitake said in a deep monotone voice. His voice was grating on Ninjin’s ears like the preverbal nails on the chalkboard saying he had often heard visitors from earth describe Shiitake’s voice as.
“Where is my sister?”
“Uhh… Akassa my lord?” Shiitake asked uncertain. Ninjin fought back the urge to kill him on the spot. With clenched fists and through gritted teeth Ninjin spat the word yes.
“She’s in the Hall of Kings my lord.”
He should have guessed. He rolled his eyes at that and continued walking. The past was the past, and yes the Hall of Kings was impressive but she should concentrate on the present that was what mattered. Though he supposed the Hall of Kings was the closest she would ever get to knowing what it felt like to be a ruler.
He stopped at the doorway to the Hall of Kings, looking into the dark room. Akassa had left already, leaving Ninjin and his lackeys alone with the whole Hattori bloodline, stone instead of flesh. He turned from the door. Someday his statue would be in there, the grandest and most decorated of the statues. He turned and walked towards his father’s throne room, someday it would be his throne room. He would be the King of the Saiyans.
Long live Ninjin Hattori.
Kabocha, Endou, and Shiitake followed close at the coat tails of the Saiyan prince as he walked down a hallway in the palace, the way the always followed him. Sycophants. Brownnosers. Boot-lickers. They hoped to rise to glory off of the hard work and sweat of the Saiyan prince. He supposed he didn’t truly have a friend in the world, only those that wanted his favor when he eventually became king. Well… there was that blue fluff creature, Truffle. He supposed if he had any friend in the world it was the big blue alien that followed him everywhere, where in the world was Truffle?
“Kabocha?” Ninjin said over his shoulder to his loyal captain. The spiky purple haired Saiyan clad in orange armor, a captain with the royal symbol in red embossed in his armor, stepped in front and saluted to him, barking out a ‘sir yes sir’. Kabocha… always so proper, always so intent on keeping with military tradition. The Saiyan prince supposed that if he had to choose a favorite out of the group it would be Kabocha, if only that he proved the most useful.
“Kabocha where in the hell is Truffle?” Ninjin said with some annoyance, he brushed Kabocha aside as they continued walking down the hallway. He didn’t have time to stop and speak to his lackeys; he was needed in his father’s throne room.
“He is still on Earth my lord. On that errand you had him run.” Kabocha did his best to keep pace with the Saiyan prince, taking long strides to match him. Likewise he did his best to keep his tone from being patronizing due to the Saiyan princes forgetfulness.
“Oh. Right. Earth.” He said with some disdain. He had no real love for the great blue planet they orbited, though he supposed it was a necessity. The Earthlings had given them a place to live, and for that Ninjin would grant them continued peace upon his ascension to the throne, but that was all he would offer.
They continued walking down the hallway, Saiyans of lower rank standing aside and saluting as the prince walked by. Not only was he the prince of the Saiyans he was also the highest general in the Saiyan army, even at the young age of twenty. He smirked at the attention.
“Shiitake.” The Saiyan said, indicating the long dark haired Saiyan lackey. Shiitake rushed forward and snapped a sloppy salute to his prince and commanding officer. Shiitake. The prince looked him up and down and not for the first time Ninjin wondered why he allowed him in his presence.
“Yes my lord?” Shiitake said in a deep monotone voice. His voice was grating on Ninjin’s ears like the preverbal nails on the chalkboard saying he had often heard visitors from earth describe Shiitake’s voice as.
“Where is my sister?”
“Uhh… Akassa my lord?” Shiitake asked uncertain. Ninjin fought back the urge to kill him on the spot. With clenched fists and through gritted teeth Ninjin spat the word yes.
“She’s in the Hall of Kings my lord.”
He should have guessed. He rolled his eyes at that and continued walking. The past was the past, and yes the Hall of Kings was impressive but she should concentrate on the present that was what mattered. Though he supposed the Hall of Kings was the closest she would ever get to knowing what it felt like to be a ruler.
He stopped at the doorway to the Hall of Kings, looking into the dark room. Akassa had left already, leaving Ninjin and his lackeys alone with the whole Hattori bloodline, stone instead of flesh. He turned from the door. Someday his statue would be in there, the grandest and most decorated of the statues. He turned and walked towards his father’s throne room, someday it would be his throne room. He would be the King of the Saiyans.
Long live Ninjin Hattori.