Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 11, 2015 18:02:29 GMT -5
“…And we’re back, joining us tonight is a very special guest, none other than the man himself, Emperor Ninjin Hattori!!!” The alien with the smooth voice and the slicked backed hair called out towards the audience, a crowd of a mixture of races and creeds, but the majority was Icejin. He spoke not only to them, but to the floating recording devices that were broadcasting the popular news and entertainment television show across the Omega system.
Ninjin Hattori sat in a comfortable arm-chair to the side of the host’s desk looking very at ease and relaxed. Even in his relaxed position he radiated an aura of command and power. He had his armor on, but the helmet was off to allow his people to see his face. All his life he had been bred to be a leader, a ruler, a king. Finally he was in a position to put all that training to good use. It showed in his posture and his manner. Or at least he was hoping it did. In truth he had always felt himself a better warrior than a king, but his father had often told him that the greatest kings were warriors themselves. That outlook explained a lot of his father’s life. Ninjin hoped to be a better ruler than he.
The alien host of the show resembled a human, but his skin was a deep blue in color and his eyes a mischievous deep red. It gave him an almost demonic look, but that was offset by the charisma he oozed, even through a television set. The deep color of his skin made the Saiyan look pale in comparison
“Emperor Hattori, can I be the first to say what an honor it is to have you on the show, and what an amazing job we here at the program think you’re doing with Beta Major. Can we get a hand for the Emperor folks?” The live audience clapped for the Emperor, or most of them did. Ninjin was still getting used to having a kingdom and not being nearly universally loved by the members. Though some Icejin had accepted his rule right away, and he had won over others in the time since taking the throne, there were still those that saw him as an outsider.
“Beautiful just beautiful. Emperor Hattori, we’re going to get right into the meat of the questions here, you know we have a lot of them tonight!” The crowd whooped and hollered in response to the show-hosts charisma. Ninjin chuckled and nodded.
“First question, and it’s a doozy. Ninjin Hattori. Were you dead?”
Ninjin’s smile flickered slightly, but did not fall from his face. Only the most practiced in the arts of reading people would be able to catch it through the television, and only they because the cameras were zoomed in and focused on the leader. The audience did not catch it, and neither did Blue Bart, the host.
It was not as if he had had a bad time being dead. On the contrary death had been one of the most pleasurable times in all of his existence. Training with heroes in Heaven and getting to meet his ancestors had been beyond anything he could ever have imagined. It was the fact that he didn’t know how the masses were going to react to him being dead and then coming back. Did they believe in the afterlife? Were they read for such a revelation? Ready or not, Blue Bart had answered the question and was leaning in towards Ninjin expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Yes.” The crowd gasped. Blue Bart himself feigned surprise, but Ninjin wasn’t sure if anything could really get any emotion out of the alien. One word that would describe him perfectly to the Emperor? Fake. Everything about the Alien, from his hair to his smile to his mannerisms seemed fake. Perhaps it was only because he saw through the allure of his charisma did the Saiyan notice it. Blue Bart held up a hand to the audience to silence them.
“That is amazing. How in all the universe is that possible?” Blue Bart was smiling as if his career was being made in that moment, which Ninjin supposed it probably was. The former crown prince of Sayians, new Emperor of Beta Major and the Icejin people as well as the Iblisian people, having pulled a coup on the former king, just revealed he had died and come back to life. If anything was going to catch headlines Ninjin was guessing it would be that. The Saiyan chewed over the question the alien had asked him, once again debating just how much to reveal. Should he tell them all about Heaven and Hell? Should he preach like a pastor, that if they live good lives they would be rewarded, that if they didn’t eternal damnation awaited? It didn’t seem like it was his place.
There was one way that he could silence that particular question without saying anything, and so he stood. Blue Bart’s eyebrows raised with the Saiyan and the crowd fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. All awaited the further actions of the Emperor. Ninjin brought his elbows into his sides and pulled the power that was lying dormant inside him out. His aura threw the papers from Blue Bart’s desk and sent them scattering, but Ninjin made sure to restrain it enough not to harm the host or the crew or the audience. His golden aura flickered all around him and his hair stood straight up and down.
There was a long moment as the Emperor just stood there, letting his Ascended Super Saiyan form be observed by all, those gathered in attendance and those watching at home. Those gathered, even those that did not have the ability to sense ki, could feel the sheer power radiating off of the Super Saiyan.
“I was stronger than death.”
There was no other way to put it that he could see fit. It was no doubt arrogant. Yet it was true wasn’t it? How else could it be explained that he had been able to come back? Heaven had been everything he had dreamed, but the gods that resided in it had been his equals in power, not some unobtainable goal, not some force that he could never hope to match. In fact now he surpassed them. Blue Bart, for once, did not know what to say. It was all he could do to continue gawking at the Super Saiyan in front of him. Finally he straightened his tie and his composure. Ninjin returned to his seat, still in his Super Saiyan form. An assistant scurried over and handed Bart his pile of notes and he tapped them on the desk to straighten them out. His eyes caught hold of a question and his eyes looked to the skies as if thanking some unseen force.
“Is… Is it true that you’re getting married soon? To an Icejin female no less?” Bart eagerly finished the last part. Members of the audience of the Icejin race perked up at the news, as did the rest of the crowd. Ninjin smiled, this time the question was one he was glad to answer.
“That’s correct. My love is named Aella, and she and I couldn’t be happier together.” There were cheer and whoops from the audience and the Emperor’s cheeks grew slightly redder. Blue Bart smiled and winked at the crowd.
“Isn’t it beautiful folks, young love is in the air even for new Emperors. I have another question here Ninjin, and I’m not sure if I should ask it. It’s as hard hitting as the first, and I’m not sure we can take much more if you decided to get stronger suddenly again.” The crowd chuckled along with Blue Bart to ease some of the tension, but there was a very real hint of caution in the host’s voice.
“Ask, I promise not to hurt anyone.”
“You heard him folks, he promised.” The crowd chuckled once again and Blue Bart smiled.
“Ninjin, why the Icejin people? Why Beta? Why not go back to New Vegeta? Why did you choose here and now?” The crowd once again fell to a silent hush. Ninjin took in a breath through his nose and contemplated the question.
“Take your time.” Bart said in a low and calm voice, trying to placate anger that he hadn’t caused, but the fear of it alone was enough to force the words.
“I have spent much time on Omega over the past year. From the galactic tournament to my time masquerading as a bounty hunter upon my return from the dead.” Bart moved to ask more but Ninjin held up a hand. “One question at a time.”
“Over this time I came to observe the Icejin people. I became friends with one during my time in the tournament, the mighty Frigid. My people had always been taught to fear Icejin. My father was a racist towards them. I saw what he did not. How strong they were. How their place in the galaxy was one of power. Their king held them back. Arctic was a man of inaction, and allowed Prometheus Zex to syphon Beta’s power.
I had given my life for my people on Mement Mor, my Saiyan people. My sister Akassa had usurped the throne in my absence, taken from a King that did not deserve it. She took it in a manner not unknown to our people. Force. Had I returned, had I not given my life on that world for my people, there would have been civil war. When I returned from death, how could it not be the same?
Yet I was a ruler with no kingdom. Born and bred to rule, yet utterly alone. My life experiences have shown me that I have enemies. The universe has enemies. There is eternal conflict. In my strength the Icejin shall become greater. In the Icejin’s strength I shall become greater. I do not wish to wage war on the galaxy, but to protect my people when it comes. I do not forsake my Saiyan heritage. I love my race, and my native people. It is no more or no less than I love my Icejin people, and for them I would gladly lay down my life as well.”
Blue Bart nodded in silence. Slowly the audience began to clap, and suddenly it was filled with loud cheers for the Emperor. Blue Bart may have had confidence and charisma, but he had nothing on the Emperor. Ninjin smiled out at the crowd, hoping that the people watching had received it as well as those in the audience. It was his first interview since becoming Emperor, and he was hoping that it would do well for the morale and stability of the empire. Blue Bart picked up another card smiling.
“When you took over the Beta Kingdom, you also took over the Planet Trade Organization. You made some big sweeping changes there too, care to tell us about them?”
“That company was disgusting.” There were gasps in the audience due to the bluntness of the response. Ninjin smiled and held up his hands defensively.
“It was disgusting. A company based on murdering the natives of a planet and selling it off to the highest bidder? It just didn’t make sense on a business level or a moral one. A long time ago they terraformed my old home, the Earth’s moon, into New Vegeta. Since that time we’ve made leaps and bounds in that technology, and so what we’ve done is take the Planet Trade Organization, and we’ve turned it into the Planet Terraforming Organization. People come to us and pick any one of hundreds of prime located uninhabited worlds, they tell us exactly what they want their worlds to be like, and we make them custom for the new ruler of their very own private world. It’s expensive, but you don’t have to commit genocide each and every time. It also opened up a ton of new jobs for Beta Major and we have more employees with better paying jobs than ever, which had been a boon to Beta’s economy. As well, we’ve branched off into other sections of R&D and we’ve got lots of big things planned.”
The Saiyan smiled. The speech had felt practiced even though it was just off the top of his head. The changes he had made to the PTO were one of the things he liked talking about most, because of the good and goodwill it was brining to him and his Empire. Blue Bart smiled and turned to the camera.
“That’s all the time we have here tonight folks, Emperor Ninjin Hattori, thanks for joining us.”
“My pleasure.”
“For everyone here at Busy Beta with Blue Bart, thank you, have a goodnight, and long live Emperor Hattori.”
(Zeni please)
Ninjin Hattori sat in a comfortable arm-chair to the side of the host’s desk looking very at ease and relaxed. Even in his relaxed position he radiated an aura of command and power. He had his armor on, but the helmet was off to allow his people to see his face. All his life he had been bred to be a leader, a ruler, a king. Finally he was in a position to put all that training to good use. It showed in his posture and his manner. Or at least he was hoping it did. In truth he had always felt himself a better warrior than a king, but his father had often told him that the greatest kings were warriors themselves. That outlook explained a lot of his father’s life. Ninjin hoped to be a better ruler than he.
The alien host of the show resembled a human, but his skin was a deep blue in color and his eyes a mischievous deep red. It gave him an almost demonic look, but that was offset by the charisma he oozed, even through a television set. The deep color of his skin made the Saiyan look pale in comparison
“Emperor Hattori, can I be the first to say what an honor it is to have you on the show, and what an amazing job we here at the program think you’re doing with Beta Major. Can we get a hand for the Emperor folks?” The live audience clapped for the Emperor, or most of them did. Ninjin was still getting used to having a kingdom and not being nearly universally loved by the members. Though some Icejin had accepted his rule right away, and he had won over others in the time since taking the throne, there were still those that saw him as an outsider.
“Beautiful just beautiful. Emperor Hattori, we’re going to get right into the meat of the questions here, you know we have a lot of them tonight!” The crowd whooped and hollered in response to the show-hosts charisma. Ninjin chuckled and nodded.
“First question, and it’s a doozy. Ninjin Hattori. Were you dead?”
Ninjin’s smile flickered slightly, but did not fall from his face. Only the most practiced in the arts of reading people would be able to catch it through the television, and only they because the cameras were zoomed in and focused on the leader. The audience did not catch it, and neither did Blue Bart, the host.
It was not as if he had had a bad time being dead. On the contrary death had been one of the most pleasurable times in all of his existence. Training with heroes in Heaven and getting to meet his ancestors had been beyond anything he could ever have imagined. It was the fact that he didn’t know how the masses were going to react to him being dead and then coming back. Did they believe in the afterlife? Were they read for such a revelation? Ready or not, Blue Bart had answered the question and was leaning in towards Ninjin expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Yes.” The crowd gasped. Blue Bart himself feigned surprise, but Ninjin wasn’t sure if anything could really get any emotion out of the alien. One word that would describe him perfectly to the Emperor? Fake. Everything about the Alien, from his hair to his smile to his mannerisms seemed fake. Perhaps it was only because he saw through the allure of his charisma did the Saiyan notice it. Blue Bart held up a hand to the audience to silence them.
“That is amazing. How in all the universe is that possible?” Blue Bart was smiling as if his career was being made in that moment, which Ninjin supposed it probably was. The former crown prince of Sayians, new Emperor of Beta Major and the Icejin people as well as the Iblisian people, having pulled a coup on the former king, just revealed he had died and come back to life. If anything was going to catch headlines Ninjin was guessing it would be that. The Saiyan chewed over the question the alien had asked him, once again debating just how much to reveal. Should he tell them all about Heaven and Hell? Should he preach like a pastor, that if they live good lives they would be rewarded, that if they didn’t eternal damnation awaited? It didn’t seem like it was his place.
There was one way that he could silence that particular question without saying anything, and so he stood. Blue Bart’s eyebrows raised with the Saiyan and the crowd fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. All awaited the further actions of the Emperor. Ninjin brought his elbows into his sides and pulled the power that was lying dormant inside him out. His aura threw the papers from Blue Bart’s desk and sent them scattering, but Ninjin made sure to restrain it enough not to harm the host or the crew or the audience. His golden aura flickered all around him and his hair stood straight up and down.
There was a long moment as the Emperor just stood there, letting his Ascended Super Saiyan form be observed by all, those gathered in attendance and those watching at home. Those gathered, even those that did not have the ability to sense ki, could feel the sheer power radiating off of the Super Saiyan.
“I was stronger than death.”
There was no other way to put it that he could see fit. It was no doubt arrogant. Yet it was true wasn’t it? How else could it be explained that he had been able to come back? Heaven had been everything he had dreamed, but the gods that resided in it had been his equals in power, not some unobtainable goal, not some force that he could never hope to match. In fact now he surpassed them. Blue Bart, for once, did not know what to say. It was all he could do to continue gawking at the Super Saiyan in front of him. Finally he straightened his tie and his composure. Ninjin returned to his seat, still in his Super Saiyan form. An assistant scurried over and handed Bart his pile of notes and he tapped them on the desk to straighten them out. His eyes caught hold of a question and his eyes looked to the skies as if thanking some unseen force.
“Is… Is it true that you’re getting married soon? To an Icejin female no less?” Bart eagerly finished the last part. Members of the audience of the Icejin race perked up at the news, as did the rest of the crowd. Ninjin smiled, this time the question was one he was glad to answer.
“That’s correct. My love is named Aella, and she and I couldn’t be happier together.” There were cheer and whoops from the audience and the Emperor’s cheeks grew slightly redder. Blue Bart smiled and winked at the crowd.
“Isn’t it beautiful folks, young love is in the air even for new Emperors. I have another question here Ninjin, and I’m not sure if I should ask it. It’s as hard hitting as the first, and I’m not sure we can take much more if you decided to get stronger suddenly again.” The crowd chuckled along with Blue Bart to ease some of the tension, but there was a very real hint of caution in the host’s voice.
“Ask, I promise not to hurt anyone.”
“You heard him folks, he promised.” The crowd chuckled once again and Blue Bart smiled.
“Ninjin, why the Icejin people? Why Beta? Why not go back to New Vegeta? Why did you choose here and now?” The crowd once again fell to a silent hush. Ninjin took in a breath through his nose and contemplated the question.
“Take your time.” Bart said in a low and calm voice, trying to placate anger that he hadn’t caused, but the fear of it alone was enough to force the words.
“I have spent much time on Omega over the past year. From the galactic tournament to my time masquerading as a bounty hunter upon my return from the dead.” Bart moved to ask more but Ninjin held up a hand. “One question at a time.”
“Over this time I came to observe the Icejin people. I became friends with one during my time in the tournament, the mighty Frigid. My people had always been taught to fear Icejin. My father was a racist towards them. I saw what he did not. How strong they were. How their place in the galaxy was one of power. Their king held them back. Arctic was a man of inaction, and allowed Prometheus Zex to syphon Beta’s power.
I had given my life for my people on Mement Mor, my Saiyan people. My sister Akassa had usurped the throne in my absence, taken from a King that did not deserve it. She took it in a manner not unknown to our people. Force. Had I returned, had I not given my life on that world for my people, there would have been civil war. When I returned from death, how could it not be the same?
Yet I was a ruler with no kingdom. Born and bred to rule, yet utterly alone. My life experiences have shown me that I have enemies. The universe has enemies. There is eternal conflict. In my strength the Icejin shall become greater. In the Icejin’s strength I shall become greater. I do not wish to wage war on the galaxy, but to protect my people when it comes. I do not forsake my Saiyan heritage. I love my race, and my native people. It is no more or no less than I love my Icejin people, and for them I would gladly lay down my life as well.”
Blue Bart nodded in silence. Slowly the audience began to clap, and suddenly it was filled with loud cheers for the Emperor. Blue Bart may have had confidence and charisma, but he had nothing on the Emperor. Ninjin smiled out at the crowd, hoping that the people watching had received it as well as those in the audience. It was his first interview since becoming Emperor, and he was hoping that it would do well for the morale and stability of the empire. Blue Bart picked up another card smiling.
“When you took over the Beta Kingdom, you also took over the Planet Trade Organization. You made some big sweeping changes there too, care to tell us about them?”
“That company was disgusting.” There were gasps in the audience due to the bluntness of the response. Ninjin smiled and held up his hands defensively.
“It was disgusting. A company based on murdering the natives of a planet and selling it off to the highest bidder? It just didn’t make sense on a business level or a moral one. A long time ago they terraformed my old home, the Earth’s moon, into New Vegeta. Since that time we’ve made leaps and bounds in that technology, and so what we’ve done is take the Planet Trade Organization, and we’ve turned it into the Planet Terraforming Organization. People come to us and pick any one of hundreds of prime located uninhabited worlds, they tell us exactly what they want their worlds to be like, and we make them custom for the new ruler of their very own private world. It’s expensive, but you don’t have to commit genocide each and every time. It also opened up a ton of new jobs for Beta Major and we have more employees with better paying jobs than ever, which had been a boon to Beta’s economy. As well, we’ve branched off into other sections of R&D and we’ve got lots of big things planned.”
The Saiyan smiled. The speech had felt practiced even though it was just off the top of his head. The changes he had made to the PTO were one of the things he liked talking about most, because of the good and goodwill it was brining to him and his Empire. Blue Bart smiled and turned to the camera.
“That’s all the time we have here tonight folks, Emperor Ninjin Hattori, thanks for joining us.”
“My pleasure.”
“For everyone here at Busy Beta with Blue Bart, thank you, have a goodnight, and long live Emperor Hattori.”
(Zeni please)