Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jun 12, 2013 3:35:31 GMT -5
~Seven years ago~
Smog. Nothing in the air but smog and people shouting. And what’s more they were everywhere, bumping into each other, cursing, saying things to people that would have gotten them at the very least into a fight and at the very most killed back on New Vegeta. They seemed to not care whom out of the crowd was the strongest, or the most important. They didn’t care whose blood was better than anyone else’s. Ninjin held the bridge of his temple and sighed, even at his young age of thirteen he knew he hated the planet Earth the minute he stepped foot off the royal ship and onto its surface.
He watched them, separated by only a thin chain link fence, razor wiring spanning the top, as if that would stop anyone in this day and age. The diving line between class and classless. The sheep out there, but the wiring was to protect the wolves. How ironic. Ninjin wondered if there was anyone out beyond that fence who knew who he was. Who would recognize the Saiyan crown prince and wish to do him harm. Scanning the crowd he realized they were all ignoring him, avoiding making his eye contact. Did they all realize who he was? Did they realize that someday he would be looking down on them from the surface of New Vegeta, their prehistorically called “moon” and hold within his grasp the power to wage war on them. To, if it fit within his whims, crush them all from the face of the planet?
As he scanned the crowd he caught startling blue eyes staring at him from the crowd. The owner of the eyes had a sports cap pulled low over his hair, a trench coat with the collar pulled up, so that really all that was visible were the eyes. His staring was disturbing to Ninjin, it was as if he had been there waiting specifically to catch the young princes eyes. Slowly the man, if it was indeed a man, lifted his black-gloved finger to point at the prince, and then drew it slowly across his neck. Ninjin gulped, whoever this was would have to have been a very brave man in order to so threaten the young prince and risk war with the Saiyans.
A massive hand fell onto his shoulder, causing the young Hattori to start. He twisted his head to look up at the bald head of Vil, his personal bodyguard. He swung his head back to look at the man in the trench coat but he had vanished, disappeared into the crowd. Ninjin had insisted he be allowed to travel to Earth by himself, and maybe Truffle, to meet with the king of earth, but was now grateful for the comforting size and power-level of his bodyguard, even if his father hadn’t allowed his pet to accompany him. Ninjin hated these publicity trips, but the tourism business helped fuel both New Vegeta’s and Earth’s economy, as much as the Saiyans despised it, or at the very least as much as the Crown Prince did.
The left the private space-port and walked along a cobblestone road, a type of paving that although astatically pleasing Ninjin thought was horribly inefficient, for a short while before coming to a large two-story stone building. Marble steps led up between grandiose columns to two massive cherry-oak doors. Two men in black suits stood on either side of the door, eyes hidden by sunglasses but no doubt watching Ninjin and Vil walk up the steps and to the door. Without a word the suits pulled open the doors and ushered the crown prince and his bodyguard in.
The foyer of the building was astoundingly large, almost as large as the entrance to the royal palace back on New Vegeta. Paintings of the man they were there to meet decorated the walls, set at intervals between doors and fake houseplants. No doubt some of the paintings were of his ancestors and the pointless things they had done for this business and Earth in general… as if human’s had accomplishments that could match the feats of Saiyans… Ninjin walked over to them and read the plaque. ‘This man helped establish the bank of Balint & Valk, circa 1921’. The crown prince scoffed. As if opening a bank matched the glory of leading a charge on a planet with skyscraper sized insectoids. This man didn’t deserve a plaque, this man should be ashamed.
A check in station was situated in the face back of the room, nestled between two grand-staircases. A woman in a pink pantsuit greeted them with an eerily smiling face that made Ninjin uncomfortable. How could anyone remain that happy? Especially being of the servant class… The duo walked up to the desk and the woman’s smile grew bigger, a feat Ninjin doubted she’d be able to replicate again.
“Ya’ll must be the Saiyan party here to see Mr. Bayaz. He’s in a meeting but he’ll be done momentarily sweethearts.” She drolled in a southern earthling drawl. Ninjin’s lip curled. They would dare keep the Crown prince of New Vegeta waiting? There would be none of that. They needed to show him respect. He marched past her up the stairs, much to her chagrin.
They burst through a set of double doors and interrupted a broad shouldered bald man behind a desk talking to a tall wiry thin man who was showing him some charts. The thin man looked nonplussed to see the prince and the hulking Saiyan intrude. The bald man smiled and rose from his chair.
He was large, almost as large as Ninjin’s father and the same aura of power and confidence was exuded. A large jet-black ring sat on his index finger, matching the color of his suit. Even his tie was black, everything covering the man was as dark as his eyes and his skin. His smile was wide and genuine, as if nothing pleased him more than the prince barging into his office while in the middle of a meeting.
“Greetings your Majesty.” He said with a smiled, his hand clenched into a fist and he placed it over his heart, the traditional Saiyan salute. “I was just telling Dr. Valshe that our meeting would have to wrap up as I expected a very important friend.”
The doctor looked furious but agreed and left the room, before leaving mumbling and grumbling while collecting his charts. It was clear he had no respect or love for the Saiyan prince. When he had left the room Ninjin turned back to the large dark skinned man.
“Your majesty. I haven’t seen you since you were a child, you were a beautiful baby.” He said it with a familiarity that took the Saiyan prince by surprise. The banker noticed it and chuckled. “Forgive me if that was forward my liege, but I’ve been a friend of the Hattori family for a long time. My name is Logan, Logan Bayaz. “
Ninjin offered a nod back in response, it was clear that this man already knew who he was, no doubt who his bodyguard was, and probably who drove his ship here. He exuded power in a way only the generals and the king himself ever had around Ninjin and that made him nervous. Who was this banker, and what powers did he truly hold?
“Please my lord, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink or eat? You must be hungry.” He walked over to a bar and poured himself a drink, pouring another one for Ninjin’s bodyguard; he took out a separate glass for Ninjin and poured him something labeled soda. They clinked their glasses together and cheered to one another’s health, something Ninjin’s father had told him to do if offered a glass by this man. Apparently it was custom.
“So here’s what your father sent you here for me to talk about—blah blah—blah blah blah” For the next few minutes the large dark skinned man droned on about business and finances, telling Ninjin of the Saiyans dealings with earth, what was imported and what was exported, trying to teach the Crown Prince about his father’s dealings with Earth. It was the most boring things Ninjin had ever heard in his life, and he was almost thankful in the next moment when the wall to the right of them exploded.
Ninjin was thrown over, his chair flipping on top of him and breaking into pieces even as the chunks of wall hit him the face, rubble and ash covering him. He weakly lifted his head, the banker was nowhere to be seen, but the body of his bodyguard lay in the rubble unmoving. Ninjin tried to call out to him but could not find his voice.
Then a figure stepped into his view. It was the same man from the street, the same one he had seen staring at him, the same one who had threatened him. Gloved hands reached up and took away the sunglasses, revealing mechanic eyes, scanning back and forth across the room. The eyes eventually fell on the body of Vil, who had begun to stir. Moving rapidly, the android was upon Vil, he lifted him with one hand and punched him through the wall, throwing him out onto the street below. Then it slowly turned back to Ninjin.
The crown prince groaned as he tried to stand up, failing and catching himself on his hands and knees. He felt his ribs and grimaced when he realized they had been cracked in the explosion. The android walked over, grabbing the back of the prince’s neck and lifting him up to look him in the eyes.
“W—why are you doing this?” The prince said while squirming under the iron hard grasp of the android. The grip tightened cutting the air off that was trying to get to the prince’s lungs.
“You are an abomination. The Universal Church of One preaches that all Saiyans are an abomination, created genetically out of sin. You are the heir to this throne of sin, you must be exterminated.” The creature raises his hand and a ball of energy filled his palm. Ninjin kicked out and slammed his foot into the side of the android, but was met with resistance harder than expected.
“Goodbye.” He said, but before he could let the ball go he was tackled from the side by a blur. Ninjin fell to the side, landing hard on his broken ribs, the air forced from him by the pain. He weakly lifted his head as he watched Vil and the android exchange blows. Ninjin raised his hand and a ball of ki formed. It launched from his hand as his head fell backwards. Either his attack would work or it wouldn’t, he didn’t have the energy anymore to fight.
Luckily the ball of ki smacked the android hard, opening a hole for Vil. While the android’s guard was down the Saiyan warrior punched his fist hard through the casing of the android chest. It fell over dead. Ninjin heard the body fell and wondered whose it was, and was surprised when Vil’s panting face came into view. He lifted the semi-conscious prince and made his way over the rubble out of the room. The body of the secretary passed by the prince’s blurred vision , a hole blown through her. Bayaz met them at the door and sincerely apologized, but it wasn’t guilt radiating from him, it was power. Had this been his doing?
“What will you tell the king?” Bayaz asked Vil, but it wasn’t a worried question, merely interest.
“This was the Universal Church of One. Balint and Valk had nothing to do with this.” The banker nodded and patted Ninjin on the head. Vil carried him back to the ship and they lifted off back to New Vegeta. Ninjin was excited to get home. He hated Earth.
Smog. Nothing in the air but smog and people shouting. And what’s more they were everywhere, bumping into each other, cursing, saying things to people that would have gotten them at the very least into a fight and at the very most killed back on New Vegeta. They seemed to not care whom out of the crowd was the strongest, or the most important. They didn’t care whose blood was better than anyone else’s. Ninjin held the bridge of his temple and sighed, even at his young age of thirteen he knew he hated the planet Earth the minute he stepped foot off the royal ship and onto its surface.
He watched them, separated by only a thin chain link fence, razor wiring spanning the top, as if that would stop anyone in this day and age. The diving line between class and classless. The sheep out there, but the wiring was to protect the wolves. How ironic. Ninjin wondered if there was anyone out beyond that fence who knew who he was. Who would recognize the Saiyan crown prince and wish to do him harm. Scanning the crowd he realized they were all ignoring him, avoiding making his eye contact. Did they all realize who he was? Did they realize that someday he would be looking down on them from the surface of New Vegeta, their prehistorically called “moon” and hold within his grasp the power to wage war on them. To, if it fit within his whims, crush them all from the face of the planet?
As he scanned the crowd he caught startling blue eyes staring at him from the crowd. The owner of the eyes had a sports cap pulled low over his hair, a trench coat with the collar pulled up, so that really all that was visible were the eyes. His staring was disturbing to Ninjin, it was as if he had been there waiting specifically to catch the young princes eyes. Slowly the man, if it was indeed a man, lifted his black-gloved finger to point at the prince, and then drew it slowly across his neck. Ninjin gulped, whoever this was would have to have been a very brave man in order to so threaten the young prince and risk war with the Saiyans.
A massive hand fell onto his shoulder, causing the young Hattori to start. He twisted his head to look up at the bald head of Vil, his personal bodyguard. He swung his head back to look at the man in the trench coat but he had vanished, disappeared into the crowd. Ninjin had insisted he be allowed to travel to Earth by himself, and maybe Truffle, to meet with the king of earth, but was now grateful for the comforting size and power-level of his bodyguard, even if his father hadn’t allowed his pet to accompany him. Ninjin hated these publicity trips, but the tourism business helped fuel both New Vegeta’s and Earth’s economy, as much as the Saiyans despised it, or at the very least as much as the Crown Prince did.
The left the private space-port and walked along a cobblestone road, a type of paving that although astatically pleasing Ninjin thought was horribly inefficient, for a short while before coming to a large two-story stone building. Marble steps led up between grandiose columns to two massive cherry-oak doors. Two men in black suits stood on either side of the door, eyes hidden by sunglasses but no doubt watching Ninjin and Vil walk up the steps and to the door. Without a word the suits pulled open the doors and ushered the crown prince and his bodyguard in.
The foyer of the building was astoundingly large, almost as large as the entrance to the royal palace back on New Vegeta. Paintings of the man they were there to meet decorated the walls, set at intervals between doors and fake houseplants. No doubt some of the paintings were of his ancestors and the pointless things they had done for this business and Earth in general… as if human’s had accomplishments that could match the feats of Saiyans… Ninjin walked over to them and read the plaque. ‘This man helped establish the bank of Balint & Valk, circa 1921’. The crown prince scoffed. As if opening a bank matched the glory of leading a charge on a planet with skyscraper sized insectoids. This man didn’t deserve a plaque, this man should be ashamed.
A check in station was situated in the face back of the room, nestled between two grand-staircases. A woman in a pink pantsuit greeted them with an eerily smiling face that made Ninjin uncomfortable. How could anyone remain that happy? Especially being of the servant class… The duo walked up to the desk and the woman’s smile grew bigger, a feat Ninjin doubted she’d be able to replicate again.
“Ya’ll must be the Saiyan party here to see Mr. Bayaz. He’s in a meeting but he’ll be done momentarily sweethearts.” She drolled in a southern earthling drawl. Ninjin’s lip curled. They would dare keep the Crown prince of New Vegeta waiting? There would be none of that. They needed to show him respect. He marched past her up the stairs, much to her chagrin.
They burst through a set of double doors and interrupted a broad shouldered bald man behind a desk talking to a tall wiry thin man who was showing him some charts. The thin man looked nonplussed to see the prince and the hulking Saiyan intrude. The bald man smiled and rose from his chair.
He was large, almost as large as Ninjin’s father and the same aura of power and confidence was exuded. A large jet-black ring sat on his index finger, matching the color of his suit. Even his tie was black, everything covering the man was as dark as his eyes and his skin. His smile was wide and genuine, as if nothing pleased him more than the prince barging into his office while in the middle of a meeting.
“Greetings your Majesty.” He said with a smiled, his hand clenched into a fist and he placed it over his heart, the traditional Saiyan salute. “I was just telling Dr. Valshe that our meeting would have to wrap up as I expected a very important friend.”
The doctor looked furious but agreed and left the room, before leaving mumbling and grumbling while collecting his charts. It was clear he had no respect or love for the Saiyan prince. When he had left the room Ninjin turned back to the large dark skinned man.
“Your majesty. I haven’t seen you since you were a child, you were a beautiful baby.” He said it with a familiarity that took the Saiyan prince by surprise. The banker noticed it and chuckled. “Forgive me if that was forward my liege, but I’ve been a friend of the Hattori family for a long time. My name is Logan, Logan Bayaz. “
Ninjin offered a nod back in response, it was clear that this man already knew who he was, no doubt who his bodyguard was, and probably who drove his ship here. He exuded power in a way only the generals and the king himself ever had around Ninjin and that made him nervous. Who was this banker, and what powers did he truly hold?
“Please my lord, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink or eat? You must be hungry.” He walked over to a bar and poured himself a drink, pouring another one for Ninjin’s bodyguard; he took out a separate glass for Ninjin and poured him something labeled soda. They clinked their glasses together and cheered to one another’s health, something Ninjin’s father had told him to do if offered a glass by this man. Apparently it was custom.
“So here’s what your father sent you here for me to talk about—blah blah—blah blah blah” For the next few minutes the large dark skinned man droned on about business and finances, telling Ninjin of the Saiyans dealings with earth, what was imported and what was exported, trying to teach the Crown Prince about his father’s dealings with Earth. It was the most boring things Ninjin had ever heard in his life, and he was almost thankful in the next moment when the wall to the right of them exploded.
Ninjin was thrown over, his chair flipping on top of him and breaking into pieces even as the chunks of wall hit him the face, rubble and ash covering him. He weakly lifted his head, the banker was nowhere to be seen, but the body of his bodyguard lay in the rubble unmoving. Ninjin tried to call out to him but could not find his voice.
Then a figure stepped into his view. It was the same man from the street, the same one he had seen staring at him, the same one who had threatened him. Gloved hands reached up and took away the sunglasses, revealing mechanic eyes, scanning back and forth across the room. The eyes eventually fell on the body of Vil, who had begun to stir. Moving rapidly, the android was upon Vil, he lifted him with one hand and punched him through the wall, throwing him out onto the street below. Then it slowly turned back to Ninjin.
The crown prince groaned as he tried to stand up, failing and catching himself on his hands and knees. He felt his ribs and grimaced when he realized they had been cracked in the explosion. The android walked over, grabbing the back of the prince’s neck and lifting him up to look him in the eyes.
“W—why are you doing this?” The prince said while squirming under the iron hard grasp of the android. The grip tightened cutting the air off that was trying to get to the prince’s lungs.
“You are an abomination. The Universal Church of One preaches that all Saiyans are an abomination, created genetically out of sin. You are the heir to this throne of sin, you must be exterminated.” The creature raises his hand and a ball of energy filled his palm. Ninjin kicked out and slammed his foot into the side of the android, but was met with resistance harder than expected.
“Goodbye.” He said, but before he could let the ball go he was tackled from the side by a blur. Ninjin fell to the side, landing hard on his broken ribs, the air forced from him by the pain. He weakly lifted his head as he watched Vil and the android exchange blows. Ninjin raised his hand and a ball of ki formed. It launched from his hand as his head fell backwards. Either his attack would work or it wouldn’t, he didn’t have the energy anymore to fight.
Luckily the ball of ki smacked the android hard, opening a hole for Vil. While the android’s guard was down the Saiyan warrior punched his fist hard through the casing of the android chest. It fell over dead. Ninjin heard the body fell and wondered whose it was, and was surprised when Vil’s panting face came into view. He lifted the semi-conscious prince and made his way over the rubble out of the room. The body of the secretary passed by the prince’s blurred vision , a hole blown through her. Bayaz met them at the door and sincerely apologized, but it wasn’t guilt radiating from him, it was power. Had this been his doing?
“What will you tell the king?” Bayaz asked Vil, but it wasn’t a worried question, merely interest.
“This was the Universal Church of One. Balint and Valk had nothing to do with this.” The banker nodded and patted Ninjin on the head. Vil carried him back to the ship and they lifted off back to New Vegeta. Ninjin was excited to get home. He hated Earth.