Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

3.22 Bloody throne room

The slave entered the large room, ignored by the people inside, going about their business.

Rushing to the center of the room, he began to sweat. His fear grew. He himself had trouble believing the news he was bearing. He was wondering if he wasn't about to burst into laughter given how absurd the situation was. He couldn't imagine Blizzard's reaction: "What's that? Impossible!"... it would be comical. Blizzard, surprised? Inconceivable. In any case, be it for his lack of respect, for his lord's wrath, or because he began to urinate in the Emperor's court, he was about to die, that much was true.

Their leader, god and demon to all, was as usual sitting on his immoveable throne and spoke in his regular tone.

— You are to double the offerings to the people of Agrimmatt. They remained loyal to us during their system's rebellion. Let them know to erect a statue of Snower in their largest square. He more than deserves it, and it'll please him. Also, remember to...

A short official was taking note of his instructions, standing on a small floating platform to reach Blizzard's height, so that the Emperor wouldn't have to raise his voice. Unable to look at his lord in the eyes, he kept his head down, not taking his eyes off his electronic notepad.

— Emperor Blizzard! cried the slave as he went to his knees, sliding the few remaining feet. I bring urgent news!

He interrupted him. He knew he had to do it, because waiting to tell news of this gravity would not have been pardoned. Even so, he felt guilty of an immense crime. Not waiting for an answer on the part of the Emperor who stopped talking, he continued:

— Your son, Lord Chilled, has been killed!!

Silence weighed upon the court. He had shouted the news for everyone to hear. It was of no discretion. If a lord was concerned, everyone had to keep silent and listen. As if the declaration were incomplete, as if hearing of his son's death wasn't enough for him to be dead, Blizzard simply asked:

— Details.

— Your Highness, cried the slave as quickly as possible, I only know that he was fighting on a new planet, and that he's been defeated in single combat!

Everyone surrounding were left wide-eyed at the news. They knew the demons were mortal, even if they were close to deity-status. It was surely possible to kill one, even if they were near-impervious to anything. It was conceivable that a skillfully organized group of rebels could attack the ship, lead it into a black hole while keeping Chilled busy, like gazing the place... Unlikely scenario, but not entirely impossible, either. A lucky few do win the lottery from time to time.

But this... in battle? Killing a demon in a one-on-one fight??

Blizzard stood up in a sudden gesture, taking the court aback. For years, he had remained seemingly glued to his throne, for so long that a few members of the court believed he was beyond his years of mobility. Standing now, his voice filling the room, he reiterated if needed, an eternal respect to all present.

— All details!

He cried to all his slaves. Instantly, all devices capable of displaying picture booted up. In the palace's technical rooms, all rushed to properly mix the footage picked up from Chilled's ship. The chief technician gulped and opened the sound to comment on the action.

— 9 hours and 37 minutes ago, Lord Chilled arrived with an army of 200 soldiers on the planet from which was discovered strange shock waves, proving that it was occupied and was producing energy.

A first screen was showing the city of the saiyan coming closer, and a second one was showing a simulation of the ship landing. Then both were showing in different angles, the army and an episode of their defeat against the unexpected powerful natives.