Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

3.42 A new empire

Blizzard felt the hot attack crush his thoracic cage. Brutally halted in his leap, his overall movement was painfully inverted! His body was thrown towards the already destroyed ceiling. Screaming all the while, he tried to extract the energy ball that had already penetrated halfway into his body. For his gigantic size, it represented a minuscule incandescent ball, untouchable. Projected upwards, he went through every floor to the top.

The demon prince was pushing, pushing, with all his strength. He concentrated his attack and, though it was now quite far, was drawing from his strength to increase its power and keep on ravaging the emperor's body from the inside.

The latter continued his ascension, gaining ever more height when suddenly, not far from the geostationary satellites, the attack exploded within his body. Blizzard exploded into innumerable pieces, of which the central and vital ones were utterly disintegrated. The explosion of pure energy increased in size, pushing his outer-shell, more and more, enlarging into space around it, without air to slow it down.

The inhabitants of the capital raised their eyes to the sky to see a second sun abruptly appear, and grow disturbingly. And then suddenly, the air was pushed downwards, and a terrible shock wave floored buildings and inhabitants, wounding most people outside, killing some, and destroying many monuments.

Snower, his body surrounded by fumes for having strained to keep the attack for so long, his hands still pointing upwards, was breathing heavily. He seemed barely able to stand afoot. It was an incredible spectacle to see such a terrifying frost demon exhausted.

Yet, the rebels and the warriors of the court didn't dare to move again. Snower arched his head and kept breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. He himself hadn't expected to be in such a state. He had never had to strain himself as much before in his life.

When some finally dared blink, one of the warriors of the court started talking:

— Make no mistake, our Prince is still largely capable of killing you all in a single shot!

The surrounding warriors shuddered and waited on.

The demon raised his head and turned towards the warrior.

— That is correct, my good Dilat. What about Blizzard?

— He's dead.

— It's confirmed! Snower shouted. Dilat can follow life forms even from light-years away! My father Emperor Blizzard is dead! I'm in charge now, and things are going to be different!

Most rebels took their fighting positions.

— No more fighting, the new Emperor said. Everyone calm down, and someone get a healer for Krämm and all the other survivors! From this moment, I want all our armies to stop fighting. Every planet demanding their independence will have it, effective immediately! The rebels are no longer enemies of the state. You included. And if you want to be part of my new army, which will be obliged to remedy any nostalgics of the old empire, I'd be honored to have you.

— A... new empire? A rebel said.

— Yes, a new empire, more humble and open, the demon said. No more destructive conquests. No more megalomania.

The rebels and the warriors of the court alike were stunned. Snower was going to allow the empire to dismantle itself? Just like that?

They relaxed though when employees of the palace entered the room, equipped with medical bots, and deployed around the room, taking care randomly of fighters from either side. Quickly, the fighters present joined into new groups of warriors and rebels, but but each were healed without discrimination.