Inali

Chapter 1

The right things come when the time comes.

Necessary things come when needed.

Real things come when you are not ready.

What was supposed to be the final battle was only the beginning and for years the Saiyans and the Ice Empire of lizards fought against each other across the stars.

Over time, even the Saiyans had understood that support was needed, what was officially called "alliance" but which in Saiyan language meant "meat to be slaughtered".

This new tactic was working, too bad the Saiyan warriors had a reputation for being explained and unreliable and these titles were not the best calling card for eligible allies in war. Especially since it was true.

King Vegeta III had worked hard to find a way to avoid the extermination of his own people, more out of pride than out of love for them.

It was not easy to find other governments and similar to support them in their constant fight against the Frieza and the Ice family... but every now and then some fool was found and then disappeared because well, the war, right? There was also this rumor in the streets of the galaxy according to which after a collaboration with the Saiyans, they killed their allies, conquering the planet by claiming it as their own and selling it if necessary. Force of habit, perhaps... years as Ice mercenaries had left something good.

However, King Vegeta skilfully moved on the razor's edge, being his specialty, because no one could say for sure if those rumors were true or not, perhaps they were gossips against a race lived in slavery but guided by their own blood, after all... never heard of a Saiyan who disliked violence and with a kind heart.

This time the King of All Saiyans had his eyes set on a new kingdom to fall into his trap. The data from his spies was promising: the Ox Kingdom was flourishing in many ways, economically, in terms of fauna and flora, and with a large army. It promised very well. The King had a benevolent reputation, good and kind, the exact opposite of King Vegeta, a widower with a daughter skilled in martial arts and an able diplomat and strategist-yes, Princess Chichi could be a problem, but House Vegeta had had the throne for generations for a reason and it wouldn't be that complicated to get rid of the Princess and Prince Consort and their little heir.

His advisers reported an optimal perspective on the outcome not only of the upcoming battles but also of the success of the second floor. Although the Ox Kingdom had good military might - three great armies, the first led by the King, the second by the Princess and the third by the Prince Consort. The kingdom was stained with the sin of trust in a bloodthirsty race such as the Saiyans. They looked like the perfect prey. And they had taken the bait. Idiots.

King Vegeta wrote all the basic information on an encrypted file and in a special code that only one person could interpret, sending the message into space through a secure channel.

He sat in his private rooms, sipping spiced wine in front of a fire. Now it was all in the hands of his son and he knew he wouldn't let him down.

SHV - Hellish

The familiar sound of a new message in the mailbox flashed from the scouter. Vegeta had just thrown out his minions to enjoy a lonely moment, enjoying that illegal alcoholic liquor on at least thirty-seven planets, one of the many privileges of plundering one's allies.

The semi-thick liquid ran down burning his throat and Vegeta smiled satisfied.

Tonight the Prince wanted to take a few minutes - without thinking about the war, the annoying chatter with his "allies" and his father, but there was no rest for the wicked.