Dragon Ball Savior the Novel

C9: Search

Yaki and Edai stepped onto the main plaza of Saiya'ka, the crowd of Saiyans parting in their wake. Their expressions were hardened, still set on their mission to locate Parash, but the people had other plans. Saiyans, once hardened warriors, now looked upon Yaki and Edai with respect and awe. Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd, voices rising with admiration.

"Look, it's her, the one who dethroned Ragus!"
"Abora owes them everything... they're heroes now!"

Yaki exchanged a brief glance with Edai, who shrugged. She tried to push forward, but suddenly, a young Saiyan woman stepped in her path, holding a bundle of freshly plucked flowers.

"Please, take these," she said with a trembling voice. "We can never repay you for freeing us."

"Thank you, but we don't have time for celebrations. Our mission—"

Just then, several voices rose in unison, chanting her name: "Queen Yaki! Queen Yaki!" The crowd cheered louder, the throng pressing closer in admiration. Yaki sighed, her stoic expression softening slightly as she looked at Edai.

"It seems we're trapped, Yaki," Edai said with a grin. "Might as well enjoy the fruits of our labor."

Yaki groaned. "Fine, but only for a little while."

Hours passed in revelry. Saiyan warriors laughed and told stories of the battle, toasting to Yaki and Edai's victory. At the height of the celebration, a council of Aborian leaders approached Yaki, humbly bowing before her.

"Queen Yaki," an elder said, the honorific rolling uneasily from his lips. "If you will accept, we wish to appoint you as Queen of Abora."

Yaki raised a hand. "Thank you, but a single ruler is not the answer for Abora's future." She gestured to the assembled warriors, the common folk, and even the young. "From this day forward, the Saiyans of Abora will govern themselves. Each voice here has power, and every Saiyan will have a say in our future."

Her words struck like thunder, rippling through the crowd, whose murmurs grew louder with wonder and excitement. The idea of democracy was alien, but they listened, transfixed, as Yaki explained her vision. It was radical, yet it spoke to a deep-seated yearning for unity.

"True strength," Yaki said, glancing back at Edai, "is when the people can rely on each other. Abora will be reborn. No ... the Saiyans will be reborn!"






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At dawn, Yaki, Edai, and Surius set out to find Parash, the former officer who had overseen the exile process. They found him deep within the Aborian wilderness, his once-proud armor in disrepair. When they cornered him, he looked up, recognizing them immediately, his expression turning defiant.

"So, you've come for information," Parash sneered. "I knew it wouldn't be long before you'd hunt me down. Kickin' a man when he's down ain't your style ... Yaki."

"Enough games, Parash," Yaki said, her tone cold and precise. "Tell us where you sent my son."

Parash's eyes flashed with a mixture of pride and resentment. "What the hell is the point? Your son's fate was sealed long ago... he's probably dead ... probably laying, ripped up by who-the-hell knows kind of creatures...."

With a nod from Yaki, Surius stepped forward, pressing his hand firmly against Parash's shoulder. "We're not asking for a fight, but we don't have time to wait," he said quietly.

Parash clenched his fists, remaining silent.

Surius sighed, his patience waning, and pulled out a small, intricate device. "I didn't want to resort to this, but you're leaving me no choice." He held the Neural Interface Module before Parash's face. "This device will link with your mind. I'll extract the coordinates myself."