Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

5.50 Love Stories - After

Hanasia's head hurt.

Hanasia's head often hurt these past few days. There had been several parties, which ended on a night of the full moon. Each time, it was an excuse to eat and drink. Especially drink. Alcohol was unknown in her village, but it was all the rage in the capital! Even after years on site, she still couldn't hold her drink.

That didn't stop her from consuming. The Tsufuls had warned her many times to limit her consumption because of the baby, but she ignored them. Also, many Saiyans tried using her advanced stage of intoxication to defy her for the throne. They quickly regretted, if they didn't die first. Generally, Hanasia didn't kill her opponents, but with two grams of alcohol per liter and at four in the morning, she no longer knew how to hold back her fists.

Therefore, her head was hurting. She had vomited this morning (morning being after the wake, it was hence the afternoon morning), but hadn't been able to distinguish if it was a pregnant vomit or a hangover. Sitting on her royal throne, she had two audiences that weren't demanding too much mental capacity. It was doable. With time, she was starting to feel better. To help improve, she had a second breakfast before her next audience. Her 4pm breakfast done, she ordered the next person in, asking who it was.

— Happy Barrell.

— Fuck. Ok, let him in.

A small Saiyan of advanced age entered, not without sending a dark glare at the guard, holding her responsible for his long wait. Too old to fight, and therefore to get any respect, he had been for the last decade a producer. A rare breed among the Saiyans, and reserved for weaklings like him, but nevertheless respected, unlike librarians, because everyone saw the advantage of his work: alcoholic beverages.

Everyone was his client in the capital, and he had acquired his nickname based on what he produced: barils that made you happy. Hanasia quite liked him, with his round head and large moustache. Especially because he reserved his best brew for her. But he was always complaining. Since he was working with the Tsufuls, it was even worse. Their techniques to improve production went straight over his head, and he always had something to say about it. They were destroying ancestral heritage with their garbage. It had started with cleaning the fruit. Cleaning removed all the taste according to him, and you never knew what filth was in transparent water. Then it was the new recipients. The material wasn't natural, and didn't leak, it was suspicious and most likely dangerous. The lids you had to turn to open: everything was getting more complicated! And since last week, this notion of field. It was an almost daily reason to come complain. Come on, plants grow very well on their own, why plant them all in the same area, what's with the smelly fertilizer, etc, etc.

— QueenHa, I can't take it anymore.

Over the years, Queen Hanasia had also gained a little moniker. No monarch had had one before, because none had kept the throne long enough for most of the capital's inhabitants to remember his name. Like many monikers, its origin wasn't too kind. It was a Saiyan trying to mock her and in a tirade used that name. Two more years in hospital and he should be able to walk again.

But afterwards, it was often used to talk about her (when she wasn't around), because Hanasia was quite a common name amongst Saiyans, and it made it easier to name her specifically. Especially, a huge, huge portion of newborns were now called Hanasia (girls and boys alike).

And one day, a particularly handsome young Saiyan had used the name in her presence. She had ended up finding it nice in his mouth, and had generally speaking accepted the use of the moniker. The young man had quickly become intimate with her and was as a matter of fact the father of the child. Probably.

— What now? She said while saying to herself in her head "It's the field, it's ridiculous!"

— It's the bloody field, it's ridiculous! he said without noticing her smile. Everyone's always walking inside. And last night was even worse! I've got giant ape footprints all over the place! Almost every plant is dead!