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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 1:13:05 GMT -5
The Saiyan king was far from the happiest person on the space station at that given moment. He had come to the Omega Collective, more specifically Alpha Prime, to watch his children compete amongst the strongest in the universe and prove that the Hattori’s were the strongest to offer any civilization. The only problem with that was that Akassa and Ninjin had apparently been assigned to fight one another early in the tournament, an act that Tsuyo had heavily questioned once he found out, and his other son Leke was forced out of the tournament by a much older enemy than that of Zex. He had been bested by an Icejin and one that could not even make it past the next round at that. Celeh faced a much more difficult fight that she fought bravely in but ultimately was bested, Truffle in his final fight did not appear to even be in the fight whatsoever and Ninjin had barely skirted by in a couple of his fights. Including one where another Saiyan had left him standing in the middle of the ring with a sword through his chest. Natisha made her case about how Ninjin was tired from the previous fight and that if he wasn’t he would not have lost. He could have cared less what she said; all of his children had failed. The only person that seemed to actually prove to be of any worth during this tournament was Conri Lane who no doubt had gotten closer to Zex than the mysterious leader planned.
Now he stood at the foot of the ramp to his ship waiting for his subordinates to finish the preparation so that he could return to the Moon. This trip had proven to be a mistake and one that he was far from happy with. He stood with his arms folded in front of his chest and Natisha beside him. “I swear my liege that our precious would have won the tournament if he hadn’t been tired out by his various fights.” Natisha continued as she defended one of the apples of her eye.
“No. He used a lowly tactic to win against his sister when he could not beat her, when Akassa matched blow for blow with him.” Tsuyo stated in a stiff tone that seemed to eat at Akassa. “Then in the following match he would have lost had his competitor not abandoned the ring after shoving a sword through his chest.”
“Surely that was…” Natisha started.
“I don’t care if he was tired. Your enemy on the battle field will not care if you are tired as they try and take your life. They will just do it. The fact of the matter is that everyone that represented the royal family at this tournament failed us. Akassa, Leke, Celeh and even Ninjin. The only one that seems to have potential is the champion of the tournament, Conri Lane. The man that will hopefully provide us something on Promethesus Zex.” Tsuyo snapped back at his wife.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Oct 17, 2013 20:39:39 GMT -5
Akassa didn’t exactly dread speaking to her father and step-mother, for Akassa Hattori didn’t dread anything, but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to the experience. It was time for the Royal Family to leave Alpha Prime and they were to do so together. Part of her knew it was because the King no doubt wanted to speak with her and the others for their…shortcomings in the tournament, but she also knew it was what others expected of them. A family such as theirs needed to be seen leaving together, to show the strength that they posses as a group. When the whole family, and those associated with it were gathered, not even Prometheus Zex and his brother could stand up to them.
Entering the docking back in which the Royal ship was docked the half-saiyan saw her father instantly. He stood with his thick arms folded over his chest, the large warrior king dwarfing Akassa if they were to stand side by side. At his side was of course Natisha, the Queen by all rights, a much less imposing individual. The woman was no real fighter, not when compared to the rest of the family, but her mind was sharp…and manipulative, a valuable asset to some. Akassa preferred to best others with strength of arm, not a sharp tongue and politics. Walking in straight she would never hang her head, even if she had lost for she still was a Princess and a proud warrior.
”Father.” Dropping to a knee the female presses her fist to her chest, saluting her father as she always did. Akassa wanted to explain herself, try and make some sort of argument for why she had lost, but she knew better. All that really mattered was that she had been eliminated; the circumstances of that loss meant nothing. Hattori’s did not make excuses and the only reason she had lost her fight against Ninjin was because of her own shortcomings. There was something she wanted to say to him, but only after he was done speaking. The proud soldier would never disrespect her king and father by talking out of turn, she would listen and then speak if allowed too.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Oct 20, 2013 19:13:51 GMT -5
Ninjin was roused from his slumber by an alarm. His brow furrowed as he lay in the bed, trying to remember what it was he had requested an alarm for… there was something important happening soon… something he definitely shouldn’t be forgetting. He shrugged and rolled back over, bringing his fist down hard and smashing the clock that had been blaring. The warmth of his bed enveloped him and his eyes shut heavily. Then they sprang back open.
He leapt out of bed and threw his clothes on as quickly as he could, packing his stuff messily into a duffel bag. Where was an attendant when he needed one? A prince should never have to pack his own bags, let alone the crown-prince! It was a travesty, but one that now more amused him than aggravated him. He had changed much in his time here on Omega, but it was finally time to go home. That was the part he was looking forward to.
The part he was not looking forward to was seeing his father. Yes he loved his father, and he loved his mother as well. But he had disappointed them in the tournament as he had disappointed his entire race. He had not been the victor and there was no excuse for that. No doubt his father would also be upset by his tardiness, that, that was one trait that hadn’t changed in his time here on Omega. The stories he had to tell them both…
Especially about the Universal Church of One. They had grown strong, and Ninjin had nearly died fighting them here on Omega. He had gotten lucky twice, taken down two of the strongest fighters he had ever faced in his entire life as well as their assortment of minions. But there would be more. There would always be more until something was done about them. Their power was growing, and he had only seen what they had done while he was on Omega. Yes his time on Omega had been… eventful to say the least. He had been poisoned, been given diseases that would kill a lessor man, he had been impaled, he had been beaten to within an inch of his life, he had been tortured, he had sold his soul only to gain it back. His time on Omega was filled with more adventure than most people’s entire lifetimes, and he was changed because of it.
He walked through the hall, red armor glinting in the pale lights of the hallways that led towards the royal docking bay, or the area that Zex had deemed the Saiyan royalties private bay. Zex… Ninjin hadn’t met the man during his time here, but he could tell from his performances at the tournament that he would be one to watch out for. Friend or foe was yet to be determined.
He spotted his sister genuflecting in front of their father and mother in the customary Saiyan salute. Ninjin dropped his bag and embraced his mother, and then he turned to his father and crossed his arm over his chest, though he didn’t drop to a knee like Akassa had.
“Mother, Father. Wonderful to see you both.”
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Post by Celeh on Oct 23, 2013 23:02:54 GMT -5
The Princess had come to their exiting craft first of the Hattori children, and Ninjin had come shortly after her. As the soldier expected, even in defeat, their family kept the same tendencies. Ninjin was free to speak to his mother and father as he wished, not being required to bow or even apologize it seemed, and Akassa was kneeling as every other saiyan did at the King and Queen's feet. Celeh fell in line with Akassa, but behind her and to one side as she did not wish to act as though she were equal to the princess even in the kneeling salute. The soldier kept her mouth shut and her eyes at her feet, a silent way of displaying her apologies and accepting whatever punishment they may deem worthy of her failure to complete her mission. She did salute as she knelt down, and she maintained that lowered position until such a time that the king and queen permitted her to stand.
As much as she hated to admit it, until she could get stronger she had no choice but to continue this lifestyle that she had been living. Despite the fact that it never bothered her even a little for almost twenty-seven years, now the thought of kneeling to them at their every meeting was starting to eat away at her. Non-saiyans barely acknowledged the king and queen's authority, and people like Zex seemed to consider themselves equal or even better than the king and queen to a certain degree. That, too, was annoying to the soldier, but for entirely different reasons. It was almost as if this tournament had opened her eyes to the truth about how things were outside of her simple home on the moon. It was a lot to take in, and for now it was best not to act on the feelings she had. At the moment, though, she had no words to offer her rulers. Excuses would only tarnish her honor and pride, and any other words would likely be ignored for the time being.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 0:38:01 GMT -5
Akassa showed up as instructed and on time for that matter. She acknowledged her father with a quick snap of a salute and then a quick grunt. It was Ninjin who was a few moments late which was within the reasonable time frame. Tsuyo was in no mood to grant any leeway in any manner including punctuality of his two children. He had already snapped at his wife and with enough provocation could tear his two eldest children in half. Quick to follow behind them was Akassa’s appointed bodyguard Celeh. She had been knocked out of the tournament after a very tough fight versus a Namekian. In fact normally she would be commended for the strong showing but not today. “It is about time…” he murmured under his breath as he let his power flare unconsciously out of frustration of what he had seen from the tournament.
“I am glad to finally have my two eldest children here before me,” Tsuyo started softly though it was hard not to see where this was going to go. “My two eldest children who beat the living shit out of each for the great fans across the universe. It was so pleasant to see the royals demonstrating their power…” Tsuyo paused as he tried to restrain his rage. “And their weaknesses to the entire universe because of this you both will have to go back to the drawing board as to how you fight as it has essentially become useless now.” He vented.
Natisha went to speak but was quickly cut off by another flare of Tsuyo’s massive power as it continued to grow. “Ninjin, the heir apparent, you then went on for several rounds where you seemed to be outclassed time and again. Including a single match where you only one when your opponent walked out despite having shoved a sword through your chest. Pathetic. What you demonstrated was nothing short of pathetic. You should have gone on to the finals and should have been standing where Conri Lane is standing now! Not to mention Truffle’s miserable failure and seeming lack of presence of mind during his fight. It was over in an instance! So where is he now?!” Tsuyo asked but before receiving an answer he turned his attention to Akassa.
“Akassa meanwhile you were knocked out of the tournament before you had even managed to achieve the ability to win. You were tricked by a lowly tactic that any true warrior should have seen coming. The fact that you didn’t is just as pathetic as your brother receiving a sword through his chest! So let me ask you a question. After getting knocked out of the tournament did you do anything that might have been productive whatsoever? Formed alliances? Found out information on this mysterious Promethesus Zex? Anything?” Tsuyo probably could have been corrected on the fact that he only wanted to ask a single question but that probably would not have been the best course of action at the current moment.
Turning his gaze to the kneeling bodyguard Celeh was the unfortunate next victim. “Celeh you were appointed bodyguard of the princess and my daughter. You fought a Namekian and lost. Pitiful. If you cannot hope to beat a single Namekian how do you ever intend to fight off the droves of attacks as you defend my daughter? Should I find someone more capable, more worthy, who can actually bring power to the table?!” The king roared as his temper really began to flare.
Then with one emphatic yell and burst of power around him he roared at a volume that most of Alpha Prime could hear he asked, “AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY YOUNGEST SON, LEKE HATTORI?!”
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Oct 24, 2013 20:52:22 GMT -5
Down on one knee with her fist still pressed to her chest Akassa said nothing as the King spoke. No argument or disagreement would come from her as he explains their failures and shortcomings in the past week. The Princess had known this was how her father was going react, had expected him to be angry with the poor showing of their family and allies. Out of it all the only part that bothered her strangely was his words to Celeh. If anything the girl deserved credit for making it farther than Akassa herself had, her own bodyguard had lasted longer in the tournament even if she had been defeated just the same. She didn’t dare speak up until the King was done, ending his tirade with a spike of power, the scouter partially hidden behind her red bangs reading his signature the entire time. Hesitating a moment, just to make sure that he was done speaking the Princess then spoke up herself. Out of respect she remained down on one knee, head tilted down hoping not to anger him any further. Hopefully her words would calm him a little, but she doubted it.
”Of course Father. Having met with the Half-Saiyan, Conri Lane, on two separate occasions, I was able to uncover two interesting pieces of information. The first is that his own cousins had attempted to rig the tournament in our favor for he was supposed to throw the round if pitted against any of us. Such a win would bring nothing but disgrace to our family if the public ever became aware that matches had been set up in our favor. I took the initiative to secure the safety of his father, the leverage his cousins had over him, and they in turn fled. Conri and I plan to search for them soon for their attempted actions against the Hattori name.
Second I recently found out from Conri that Prometheus Zex himself had invited the new Champion to a private dinner. Soon the Half-Saiyan will contact me and inform me as to what this meeting was about. I myself believe it to be something the alien Lord does not want others such as us knowing. Why else would he quietly invite the now high profile fighter too his home? As soon as the information is available it will be brought to you father.”
Looking up as he finished speaking to signal that was the extent of her report Celeh might realize a specific trip to the home of Zex was left out. As far as Akassa was concerned her business with Celeh was exactly that, business with Celeh. It exclusion was not to hide it from her Father, but with the current mood he was in the revelation of a trip to speak with the Lord of Alpha Prime to satisfy the desires of her bodyguard might set him off. With a level head on his shoulders Akassa felt he would understand, but at the moment it was quite obvious that he was in no mood for such talk.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Oct 24, 2013 22:12:32 GMT -5
Tact. What an unusual word. Its meaning is adroitness and sensitivity in dealing with others or with difficult issues. Adroitness means cleverness or skill. Tact was something Ninjin Hattori severely lacked. Sure he was suave when he needed to be, charming at other times, but that wouldn’t help him in a situation like this.
He stood there as his father berated the trio that stood before them. His eye twitched when he was called pathetic, not just once but three separate times. What matches had his father been watching? He and Akassa had put on the best performance of the entire tournament, even if it was fueled by their rage and hatred of each other, things he hoped were long gone. Yes he had gotten a sword through his chest, but not once had he lost consciousness. And yes he had lost to Conri Lane, but it had been a hard fought match and the Saiyan crown-prince wasn’t ashamed. He made a damn good point about Truffle though… the prince hadn’t seen his large blue friend in quite some time. An unusual occurrence as the beast usually never left his side.
His sister spoke to their father first, no doubt attempting to placate the man in his throws of rage and passion. She spoke not of the tournament itself but rather the things she had accomplished afterwards. Smart of her to get his mind off of it… but Ninjin lacked Tact.
“You call me pathetic for winning a match when I had a sword shoved through me? You stand there and call that pathetic. Yes I admit that I shouldn’t have won that match, Zeke was the better competitor, and though I was still injured from my match with Akassa, I still gave my all. And yes I was impaled, but the only thing that kept me from standing any continuing the fight was that I was pinned to the floor by the blade. I didn’t lose consciousness when lessor men would have died… and you call that pathetic.” Ninjin turned and began walking away from his father and the royal party frustrated by his father’s near-sightedness, but something was nagging at him. He couldn’t let it go unsaid and so he stopped and turned.
“ as for where your youngest is, Leke apparently is the smart one today, staying far from this gathering, for you’re in a rare mood father to see that strengths that the Hattori family had shown in the tournament as pathetic. The brutality shown in my match with my sister, few could take the beating that we did and continue. The resilience of our line shown by me literally getting impaled and still fighting in the next round. Yes, we may not have won, but we put on a show of power that would make any other race frightened for war with us. And you call it pathetic. Look past the failed glory of our lack of victory. We have grown as warriors. We have grown as beings. The Hattori family is strengthened, not weakened by our time here.” He last line was said with a meaningful look and nod at Akassa. He expected his father to react poorly to this outburst, but then again Ninjin had always been the one to tell his father his feelings regardless of how the man would react.
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Post by Celeh on Oct 30, 2013 15:26:05 GMT -5
Celeh had expected to be berated by the king in such a manner, but she had not anticipated that Akassa and even Ninjin were berated in a similar manner. She took this as a chance to prove her loyalty, however. She listened to Ninjin's reply and wondered if the King would allow even his heir to speak to him in such a way. Ninjin's words truly did lack any tact at all, but in a situation like this maybe it was best to be direct. The king was upset, that much was certain, and if Celeh stepped out of line she had no doubts that he would turn her into a smoking crater on the spot, but Ninjin could speak up without worry of being executed like that. And maybe if she supported his words the king would calm down. It would also get her some favor with the Queen if she supported Ninjin, but she wasn't concerned with that right now. If the ride home was to be an enjoyable one then they would have to do something to get the king to calm down. Once Ninjin, Akassa, and Tsuyo had spoken Celeh, still kneeling, spoke as well.
"With all due respect, your highness, I believe Prince Ninjin may be right, though I do not agree with his phrasing. I do not know if you have felt the difference, but I certainly have, at least in the two of your children that are present here. Not just an increase in strength, either. It's true that we failed our original goal, and I cannot speak against what you have said about me, but your children have taken steps up the ladder of strength and personal development in their own ways for sure. And I apologize, but I am unaware of Prince Leke's whereabouts. I have not had the opportunity to speak with him directly yet, so I don't have a clue to his location." If Celeh was anything right now it was honest. It was a small change, but Ninjin's outlook seemed to have shifted slightly, and Akassa seemed even more determined and active in furthering the betterment of the crown. On top of that the both of them had grown much, much stronger since their arrival here. She could feel that from them without a doubt. Her hopes were pinned on the king hearing Ninjin's words as more than the whining of a spoiled prince. She did not believe his words to be so, but with the king being so upset it was uncertain how he would react. She did not know the king like the other royals.
With her words spoken and her turn taken, Celeh dropped her head and kept her kneeling position. She had not been given permission to rise yet and drawing more of his majesty's ire would surely be a mistake. For the soldier it could be one that she would not have time to regret given the king's current mood.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 23:34:19 GMT -5
Ninjin had gone too far this time. Tsuyo felt his enjoy body begin to boil with anger, so much so that he thought he might blow up the space installation to drive a point home with his son. At this point it was not a point of whether his son and daughter were correct in the fact that may have grown. His son spoke out of turn and as if the throne was locked up as his. Tsuyo would not hesitate for a single second to strip him of the honor of being his heir. Natisha watched in horror as her husband was about to possibly do something grievous.
“Tsuyo, do not do anything rash. He is still a boy and talks out of line,” Natisha tried to speak in between power spikes from her husband. She knew that her husband normally more level headed could blow up when he got angry. He was a Saiyan after all. Before she could say anything however Tsuyo marched over to the upset Ninjin. The King was not going to let the prince leave this argument like a little child.
“Do you know who you are talking to boy?!” Tsuyo roared as he got right in Ninjin’s face. His power was now starting to rise to where he would normally have it when he went into battle. “I am the King of New Vegeta and I will be treated with respect you little shit! You are not to be dismissed until I say you are.”
The Saiyan’s kings clothes seemed to be lifted into the air by the powering emanating from his body. “You are right that a lessor man would have been unconscious. But you are not a lessor man you are a Hattori as such to even be in that situation is unacceptable. You had a sword through your chest as which point your opponent could have finished you off without much resistance. He chose to walk out instead. You did not win, you just didn’t lose. There is a stark difference that you should know full well of.” Tsuyo yelled as spit sprayed from his mouth.
“If you ever speak to me in a disrespectful way boy you might as well move out of the kingdom because I will name someone else to sit on the throne in your stead! I will name Leke crown prince or seeing as how he is incapable of coming when summoned I will put your sister on the throne instead! Obviously she is just as strong as you if you had to resort to such a cowardly and lowly tactic to beat her!” Tsuyo threatened. Part of him had heard what Celeh had said but it was quickly drown out by the anger that oozed from the king’s very being. Ninjin had gone too far in speaking to his father that way. If he was ever to take the throne he would have to learn tact or he would send the Saiyan off to war over any petty insult. Ninjin had much to learn and it disappointed Tsuyo that he had not learned these lessons yet.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Nov 1, 2013 8:49:10 GMT -5
(I think it best Ninjin post next, I will post after he does.)
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Nov 1, 2013 21:25:37 GMT -5
The king had shown the exact reaction that Ninjin had been expecting him to, his father’s anger as predictable as it was unjustified. He knew that the king knew he was right, and it was not so much the words that had been said as the manner they had been spoken towards the king. And yet… there was something very hypocritical in the king’s manner. How often had he told Ninjin in their lectures together that a king must control his temper at all times? That a level head was needed in handling tense situations? That to lose oneself to anger when you controlled the fate of an entire race was unacceptable. It almost made Ninjin smile, but with his father so close to the boiling point he kept his face stern and in check.
The spike in power did nothing to frighten the crown-prince. If his father was to honestly kill him over a few choice words what did that say about him? He would lose the faith of his people and the respect of his family. His wife would never be able to forgive him. He would turn from monarch to tyrant in seconds. That wasn’t to say that Ninjin didn’t fully expect to get hit, no that was very much still a possibility, though he had proven time and again during the tournament that he could take a punch. The words flecked off of the prince’s skin much the same as the spittle that came with them, and his eyes never left his father’s.
“Forgive me Father that was the truth though the manner it was said in was out of line. Though one must beg the question, are you willing to give up your son for a few words, regardless of how they’re spoken? As for my tactics against my sister I seem to recall you telling me that to win at all cost was my duty. I seem to recall you saying that my enemy will show me no mercy and that I must do the same. Forgive me if I’ve recalled your teachings incorrectly.”
If either Tsuyo or Ninjin could read each other’s thoughts they would find it funny how similar their thoughts were. Ninjin was thinking as well that his father should learn some patience and understanding, lest he send the Saiyans off to war over some minor show of disrespect. It seemed Ninjin was not the only one who had much to learn. Like father like son.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Nov 3, 2013 22:55:19 GMT -5
Still down on a knee Akassa listens as her brother and father exchange heated words. The tension was not surprising for as a group they had been rather disappointing. Celeh’s point was a valid one, but even though they had become stronger it was something that could have been accomplished through winning the tournament as well. Their father, the King, had expected much more from all of them and when in a mood like this it was not wise to argue with him. Ninjin of course was possibly the one exception to that rule, the two males more similar then they probably realized. As her brother finishes his retort Akassa raises to her feet, trying to step in before it turned into a shouting match.
”Father, I am sure Ninjin meant no disrespect. The tactic he employed to defeat me was nothing unbefitting of a Saiyan of his stature; it was I who fell short in the match, not him. Regardless of how we lost I believe it may have actually been a better outcome. This is not to say I do not believe we possess the strength to win the tournament, but that this whole tournament is more than it seems. Celeh and I have begun to look into this, it was she that was suspicious first, and it seems she is onto something. If you allow us a little more time to investigate on our own I believe we will have something solid.”
Still Akassa was not being completely open about what the pair had found out so far, but like the rest of her family she preferred to have solid information and plenty of it before releasing it to anyone else. What would be the point of reporting something to her father if it did not turn out to be the truth? On top of the fact she had wanted to share their endeavors with him she also wanted to draw his attention away from her brother, at least in the negative light he was momentarily seeing him. This whole scene was supposed to be below them; they were Hattori’s and should not be squabbling over their poor performances. The tournament was over and it was time to move on yet as much as Akassa wished to say that she would not speak so disrespectfully to her father.
The Princess’s eyes quickly glance to her step-mother, almost expecting the Queen to be glaring at her for jumping into the conversation. If this had been taking place in the throne room without Celeh in attendance she most likely would have remained silent, only giving her input is requested. When her father was in a mood like this, as rare as it was, she had learned it was best to be patient and quiet, let his anger play out so he might again be able to think clearly.
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Post by Celeh on Nov 9, 2013 1:48:43 GMT -5
(Apologies, but skip me for now. I can't seem to get a post up and I've held up the thread for just shy of a week.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 21:59:47 GMT -5
Though neither Hattori seemed to notice the comment about Akassa being placed on the throne the Queen, Natisha, certainly had. Tsuyo though one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe he knew he had made a mistake as he felt a great danger growing from behind him. Tsuyo though despite on some level was in fact scared he would not show it. He glanced over his shoulder to his wife now fuming as if someone had just murdered her childhood puppy as her very being seemed to be cloaked in absolute wrath.
“Natisha…” Tsuyo started to speak but he was cut off by a simple violent hand gesture. From there she marched forward and spun her husband on his heel. No one in the entire universe outside of her would be allowed to do such an act outside of her. Tsuyo knew he would have to pick his words very carefully otherwise he would be on the receiving end of a fate much worse than that of Ninjin’s ten seconds before.
“Not in my lifetime will that mutt ever sit on the throne of New Vegeta! I have worked far too hard to bring prestige to the throne that your ancestors have sat on for hundreds of years for you to spoil it by giving it to your half breed bitch of a daughter!” Natisha screamed. “IT shall never get anywhere close to the throne as long as the mighty Saiyan race is considered one of the premier fighting forces in the galaxy!” This time Natisha spat venom as she pointed at Akassa not much further away than the two of them.
“My son, though as foolish as he may have been in this moment, will never be replaced when it comes to the heir of the Saiyan King. Ninjin Hattori is the crown prince and will be the next King. Leke will follow him and then from there the strongest warrior in the kingdom may be considered from there by the council. But my dying breath will be to make sure that little piece of shit will never rule!” Natisha continued. She was almost foaming at the mouth at the idea of the eldest Hattori taking the throne. Whether or not she intended to cause a scene was not entirely known howeve it was no doubt past the point of no return after the little exchange between Ninjin and Tsuyo.
“Natisha, now is not the time.” Tsuyo simply stated back as he watched his wife give in to her hatred for what she considered to be the one stain on the royal family lineage.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Nov 10, 2013 14:23:27 GMT -5
Unexpectedly Akassa had attempted to stand up for him in front of their father, something that had never occurred before. It took him by surprise. He made to respond but then... something happened that was even more surprising it was his mother’s outrage at his father’s suggestion that he put Akassa on the throne. She went off like he had never seen her before. In her blind rage she spouted words of hate and malice at the Hattori that was not her blood. It pained him to hear the words directed towards his sister, so similar to ones that he had been saying to her mere weeks ago.
He hadn’t been expecting that, but he should not be surprised. Just because he had changed his thoughts and feelings on Akassa doesn’t mean his mother had. She had not had the changing experiences that Ninjin had. His mother demanded that Ninjin stay as crown-prince, though the Saiyan didn’t really believe his father was going to revoke his crown. The harsh words she said…
Tsyuo tried to calm their mother but to no avail. She was past consoling on the issue, but Ninjin thought he could change the subject and perhaps diffuse the situation. His father was still upset with him over his loss in the tournament and his words and actions not minutes ago. Ninjin cleared his throat. He was about to do something he never thought he would have to. He would have to swallow his pride to keep his parents ire off of his sister. When did he begin to care that much about her that he would do such a thing? It surprised even him, but then again he was trying to be a better person. He knelt to the ground with his fist over his heart.
“Father I apologize for my comments, I was out of line. Mother I apologize to you as well. It is no way for a future king to act. Please accept my deepest apologies.” Would his tactic work?
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