PL: 160,000 MSSJ PL: 2,560,000 Cress kicked off the ground, shooting up into the air from out of ruins below. He shot across the Konatsian landscape, holding on to the Warrior King Typha's severed head by it's hair. He cared not for if anyone saw it, and not that many people did. He spent most of his week exploring the planet, only choosing to head into its capital city today. After a sudden burst of speed he found himself hovering over the capital. He descended and gently landed in front of a large castle, where he was stopped by two guards, who he'd warn. If you know what's best for you you'd move. They looked to the head in his hands. They hesitated, debating whether to take action or leave the super saiyan be. I'm not here to kill anyone. Make a move and I'll reconsider. He shot them an intimidating look and they backed down after, knowing they were no match for a super saiyan.
If your king is here, one of you tell him of my presence. Both nodded before looking to each other. Both hurriedly went through the door. He laughed under his breath, waiting at the door.
Riis didn’t need to be told about his visitor. From his throne, the King stared coldly at the grand doors. Was his death waiting for him on the other side? He wasn’t too keen on joining his brother so soon. Yet the power level he faced was monstrous. The severed head didn’t do anything to lift his spirits. But while not physically strong like his brother, Riis had a wit unmatched in sharpness.
He looked to his guards with only a bone-chilling glare. “Send him in. Don’t bother trying to fight him.” His guards hurriedly agreed before rushing to bring in their not so welcome guest. “If we’re lucky only one person will have to die today.” Enough Konatsian blood was spilled. He knew he had no chance against a super saiyan, and his army was only just starting to form. The eldest noble son had easily come to terms with that fact. He had made peace with what could be his imminent death.
He’d be ready to greet the super saiyan should he accept his so-called invitation. “So. The Saiyan Kingdom’s Savage graces me with his presence. What more could you possibly take from me I wonder?” Despite the deep pit of anger clawing at the back of his mind, Riis reminded calm, his tone level with only a hint of rage fueled cynicism and his gaze never leaving his guest with his shrewd glare.
How polite of a murderer to wait at the door. Ikra bristled with poorly concealed disdain and hatred. Her shadow spies were quick to inform her about their visitor. She stormed out of her quarters where she had been attending to her daily administrative duties. Her usual black gown morphed and adhered more closely to her body, hardening and sharpening into a suit of armor made from the shadows themselves. She appeared in the throne room none too soon, taking her place at her King’s side.
She had a hostile, protective air about her though she said nothing. Her harsh demeanor only broke when her darling Riis spoke of death. If it were up to her, no one would die today, but… she had heard legends about this Super Saiyan. Why had he come? To taunt them? Threaten them? Warn them? None of those options she appreciated. Ikra doubted that King Riis felt any different. What else would the murderer of one of Konats’ greatest heroes want? She materialized her Bansho fan as the grand doors opened in case of immediate attack.
She wanted to scream at their unwelcome guest and demand he leave, but she did no such thing. Darling Riis’s words were enough to keep her in check for the moment. Her golden eyes burned with animosity as she watched the Saiyan savage’s every move, waiting for him to state his purpose. Surely, he must have had one.
The guards showed him into the palace. If he was able to sense ki or still had his scouter he'd have shown himself in. He was only left with his impeccable sense of smell to find people. He looked around before eventually making it to the throne room, where the king waited on his throne and a guard seemed to prepare for the worst. A smart idea given who'd just showed up. After halting his approach within good talking distance of the king, he was questioned. "So you know who I am?" He smirked at the thought of his name having spread far and wide. "I could take a lot of things..." he went over a couple things he could do in less than 30 seconds in an instant in his mind. "...but that's not what I'm here for."
He held out the former King's head. "I don't know how strong you are, but I doubt you'd of had enough strength to take his title had he of been alive." Now that he'd made his little comment, he moved on to what he was here to say. "I came to ask you to stay out of any conflicts that don't involve your planet, or at least stay off our enemies sides." Ki formed in his free hand, it's power rising high enough to destroy the planet in one hit before quickly fading away. "Or else this world it will meet the same fate as Namek."
He thought back to his fight against Typha and the technique he used, the Kaioken. He wondered if the new king knew how to use it, or if he had any information on it. "Do you know anything about the kaioken? Typha used it in his fight against me."
The King’s nostrils flared as he dared to even presume him to have taken his throne from his brother. However, his next words gave way to a mild chuckle. Any intimidation Riis felt from this brute had dissipated as he made his intents known. This saiyan was no more than a meat-headed fool. He thought his brother was king because he was strong. Now he has any reason to think Konats wants anything to do with him. Though he did have to wonder about that kaio-whatever he mentioned.
“I see. First off, I need to clarify something. I will not have you spreading falsehoods about my brother. Typha was no king. He was a prince and a hero. But the throne was always mine. My strength isn’t what puts me here.” Riis shifted, resting a hand on his cheek while the other crushed the arm of his throne. This louse came here with his brother’s head and then has the audacity to spread lies about him. A disgusting man. “My brother wanted me on the throne himself. Were he alive, he’d be by my side now. This may be an alien concept to a man like you so I’ll use simple words. He knew brute force was not what his planet needed in a ruler.” The royal Kopnatsian held up two fingers, “second. My allegiance shall always be to my people. And believe me,” his voice shifted to a low growl, “my people want nothing to do with you.” He scoffed with ill-hid cynical laughter, “I’ll admit though you are impressive. Making enemies of an entire galaxy in a single action is remarkable. I would be hard-pressed not to run into one by pure accident. Rest assured saiyan I have no intention of endangering my people though. Leave you with that galaxy of enemies without us. All I ask in return is that you leave his… remains with me and my family.”
The hand resting on Riis’ cheek moved down to his chin. “Now as for my brother’s… Kayoken you called it? He never even mentioned it to me. You’re the first I’m hearing of it. It’s nothing Konatsian if that’s what you’re thinking. Unless he turned into a giant monster.” He had to admit, this did spark his own curiosity. It was a pretty interesting feeling not being the only noble Konatsian with a dirty little secret. Perhaps the two were related though. “Now then. If you are quite done get off of my planet. I don't expect to see you here again. I am in mourning after all. You understand grief yes?”
When the saiyan savage held out their dearly departed prince’s head, Ikra wanted to snatch it away and take his head as a trophy for her darling Riis. She managed to control herself, but a dark aura formed around her. Not only was the savage a murderer, but he was also ignorant. Prince Typha had never been the rightful ruler of Konats, and though Ikra loved and respected him, she didn’t think Typha was suited to the position either. Not like Riis was.
After his ignorant little comment, the saiyan savage moved onto his demands. As much as he said that he was asking, he was demanding that they stay isolated on their world, threatening them with destruction. How dare he? On top of that, he even had the gall to demand something else of their King. Ikra couldn’t stand for it. Before she blurted out something that she might regret, King Riis spoke and addressed their incredibly rude guest. She watched him in her peripheral vision, brimming with love and pride at his handling of the situation. He even deigned to answer that inane question. So merciful.
As her darling king finished speaking and before the saiyan brute could respond, Ikra took her chance to speak up.
“Mind your tongue, Saiyan, and remember that you address royalty when you speak,” Ikra warned in a harsh tone. While she did not possess the strength to slay the bastard Saiyan at the moment, she already had designs on his impudent, worthless life. She swore to herself that, in the future, she would never allow her darling King or her beloved planet of Konats to be threatened and the offender be allowed to walk free ever again. It would not be the same. She needed to take security measures immediately.
As he finished speaking, the Konatsian King responded. As time went on he saw that the man became more upset the more he spoke. Nothing he didn't expect, after all, he had his brothers head in his clutches. He waited for him to finish up before he said anything. Only a breath escaped his lips before his guard cut into their conversation. "Royalty means nothing to me, worm. Just because you descend from someone important doesn't mean you deserve respect." He shot a mean glare at her before his sights focused back on Riis.
"My memory must have slipped. I remember him telling me that. Oh well." He let his hand rest at his side again, the decapitated prince's head still in his grasp. "Royalty is not an alien concept to me, we have our own version for it. Whoever is strong enough to take the throne gets it. It doesn't produce the best leaders, like the one we have now."
"You're living in some sort of fantasy if you think everyone cares about Namek." He turned. "I've heard what I needed to. I'll leave your planet now." A sudden burst of ki erupted from the hand he held Typha's head in, obliterating it entirely. He was tired of carrying it around anyways. He couldn't have them performing some kind of magic and bringing him back either.
After that, he saw himself out, and left Konats not too long after.
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