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[Gray Callahan]

A queue began to form in the early hours of the morning, waiting for the new king Boliko to see them. Most of them were soldiers from the old empire; and to them a change in hierarchy meant nothing. They just wanted a reason to brawl - and Boliko did respect that. However he had a larger goal in mind than just satisfying instinctive Saiyan foolishness.

He dreamed big.

He walks out onto the balcony of the palace. Already several factions and military units loyal to the previous council had been destroyed by him; the others knew to either stay silent or leave the planet - and indeed, most had. He presses two of his fingers to his throat, and they begin to glow white - as his voice comes out, amplified.

Many of the citizens mutter to themselves as they first witness their new master - by the gods, behind that beard he was only a boy! He might not even by eighteen, but... look at that body! - Boliko was only wearing baggy white pants emblazoned with the ancient Saiyan royalty symbol in crimson red, and a similarly red sash. This revealed his muscular, scarred chest - a thing that would soon impose fear on the masses.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman - it is I, your new high king; Boliko Koregutsu!"

His statement is met with general silence, and then - "Get off your pedestal, you filthy bastard!" Shocked gasps.

Boliko raises one hand as if to calm or silence that rabble, however, he was secretly channelling his ki energy. The man who cried out gasped and fell over, a small drop of blood falls from his lips and hits the dusty ground, and then his body explodes in a yellow puff of smoke. Body parts hit civilians to either side.

"You have witnessed my tolerance for insubordination and mutiny, and may this example rest with you, for now. However, I have not come out here today to quash any potential rebellions - my empire is meant for a greater purpose."

Murmurs, now - not all negative sounding. The previous governance had done nothing for the generally vicious persona of the Saiyans, and Boliko... well, he sounded like he meant to change that.

"You see, Vegeta is not my home - I was sent away as a child due to my... inherent abiities - but I know Saiyankind much better than any of your false politicians, or your false prophets. I know that you yearn for better things than what you are currently subdued to, and I will change this - for you see, I intend to be like the great Bardock of old - nay, greater."

This was met by louder murmurs, and even a cheer from within the crowd. Boliko's grasp of language was growing smoothly - his mind was massively intelligent, and generally a blank canvas.

"I wish to ascend the Saiyans to a peak previously unheard of - we are to become, once again, the master of our star system - and soon beyond, too! In my brief time back I have spoken with historians, and I believe we can once again achieve a height of greatness only adhered to in legend.

"And I have a plan."

This was met with general applause from his audience, and a he began to smile. Convincing the populace would be easier than expected - all it had required was suggestion of combat and they were all over him.

"At the moment all I require is an army - I cannot forge an empire of the stars by my hand alone."

And with this he steps up onto the balcony railing and leaps. The crowd gasps as he begins to descend rapidly, but he halts himself moments before hitting the ground with the bukujutsu technique, before he drops with a tuk, his dark boots hitting the ground.

[tsukare]

A man who was unlike any other on the planet, stood tall in the vast sea of saiyans watching the spectacle before him. Surrounding him were leagues of ex-saiyan soldiers, remnants of a lost empire looking for blood. In front of them was a manor, and on the upper balcony walked out a true leader.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman - it is I, your new high king; Boliko Koregutsu!"

The crowd fell silent, staring into the muscular visage of their new king, the silence was soon broken however by a single voice ""Get off your pedestal, you filthy bastard!" Shocked gasps.

The king lifted his hand, as if to silence the crown, and soon the foolish man who had once spoken out was silenced, his flesh strewn about the court yard.

Ikezu chuckled at the instant karma.

"You have witnessed my tolerance for insubordination and mutiny, and may this example rest with you, for now. However, I have not come out here today to quash any potential rebellions - my empire is meant for a greater purpose."

The crown murmured in awe of the man's charisma and natural skill. He was quite the orator.

"You see, Vegeta is not my home - I was sent away as a child due to my... inherent abiities - but I know Saiyankind much better than any of your false politicians, or your false prophets. I know that you yearn for better things than what you are currently subdued to, and I will change this - for you see, I intend to be like the great Bardock of old - nay, greater."

Ikezu was drawn in by this man's voice, sinking into the prospects of working under him.

"I wish to ascend the Saiyans to a peak previously unheard of - we are to become, once again, the master of our star system - and soon beyond, too! In my brief time back I have spoken with historians, and I believe we can once again achieve a height of greatness only adhered to in legend... And I have a plan."

The crown roared in applause, and Ikezu joined them. Clapping louder and harder than those around him.

"At the moment all I require is an army - I cannot forge an empire of the stars by my hand alone."

Ikezu grinned at the thought of becoming a soldier under this new army, this was his chance. His opportunity to achieve his personal goal, his goal to bring unholy vengeance upon those responsible for destroying his home world. No doubt they would soon look towards his new home in hopes of new worlds to conquer.

The new king, came to his people, boots landing gracefully upon the ground. What would happen now?

[vera]

Vera looked up at the new king, who called himself Boliko Koregutsu. The man looked brutish however he spoke intelligently, and that’s why she respected him almost instantly. However the obvious treat of rebel rule seemed to frighten her, not many people would like this. Thank god the guy didn’t appear to be a half-breed like Vera, otherwise the ‘proud saiyans’ would never agree to this. However the words "At the moment all I require is an army - I cannot forge an empire of the stars by my hand alone." seemed to strike her.

It was an odd thing to say, she wondered what he had meant by that. The fact that he was now descending into the crowd had slightly shocked her, what was this ape planning on? And what kind of warriors would he select for his army? Would he select them on skill, breeding, or perhaps on loyalty. He hardly seemed shallow enough to select pure-bloods alone, then again the skeptic thoughts she had would never leave her mind.

Vera held her breath when he decided to the ground, she anxiously avoided eye-contact not wanting to make a target of herself. Naturally the half-bred saiyan was a target for other warriors, spat on and constantly disgraced. At least she wasn’t half human, the thought of being one of those morons was disgusting. However if he was building an army, and if he was in fact looking for soldiers then this would be her perfect opportunity to prove herself as a saiyan.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A day after his victory over Maraka~

Rensou Hiruen had heard the announcement throughout the city shortly after his match, in which he had reigned superior over capable foe. And he had paid heed to the words and remembered them well.

And now, people rushed by his humble home in the slums of Saru city, word of the new King's grand appearance this day was humming through the air and Saiyan were flying madly in the direction of the Royal Sector of their city.

Rensou sat up in his bed, kicking his muscular legs over the edge of it and pulling his black boots onto his feet before he stood to his full height. The Saiyan was lean and strong and scarred from twenty battles in the arena, a warrior whom had longed to be a soldier his entire life as his family had been, but had been denied that due to the characteristics of his heritage.

Over his onyx mane he pulled his customized armor over his broad shoulders, shaped pectorals, and stony abdomen before he let out a yawn and glanced to his dresser. Upon it stood a bottle of whiskey, opened, and a glass of water, his chaser. Rensou opted for the water before he stepped outside to chase the masses like water to the whiskey.

Rensou Hiruen was going to see what all this was about.

High he flew as others ran through the street, appearing as ants to him. Of course, some stronger Saiyans opted for flight, but none were capable of the speeds Rensou was. Still, he opted to travel lazily, his body still sore from the stress of his war with the Namek whom had nearly killed him with the Makansappo technique.

At last he arrived, the booming voice of the king carrying powerfully to the assembled masses, whom were mostly quiet in the presence of their better.

Except for one. Obscenities he cried, and Rensou tilted his head down to look upon the Saiyan who cursed his new patriarch. Rensou narrowed his eyes as the bearded Saiyan lifted his fingers for calm, but only death ensued as the man who had dared insult was incinerated from within.

Beautiful execution of the Bakuhatsuha, Rensou thought, as a grin shaped his lips and exposed his teeth when a second thought crossed his mind.

"I like this guy. . ." he murmured, and his coal eyes followed the man named Boliko Koregutsu as he descended to his people, beckoning them to become part of a grand Saiyan empire.

From high in the sky Rensou relaxed his ki, allowing gravity to outweight his Bukujutsu and begin his downward path. With the currect trajectory, he would land before his new king eventually.

Not without introduction, but not by his means. From the back of the assembled masses the Saiyans from Saru's slums noted the arrival of their Gladiator, Rensou Hiruen. They began to chant his name, and he stopped his slow fall in plain view of the new king, Boliko.

"You have taken the throne by force, from a council that approached things peacefully," offered Rensou to the new king, his gaze unsubmissive but inspired as he began to continue his statement. Coincidentally, Rensou Hiruen was interrupted.

"KILL HIM, GLADIATOR! ! !" came a cry from a, from the looks of her, prominent Saiyan of high standing within the -former- government.

Rensou gave a chuckle and outstretched a hand, his palm lifted where ocean colored energies began to accumulate with much haste. His eyes never left Boliko Kuregutsu during the short charge.

". . .I can respect that!" finished the confident, albeit, crazed Saiyan before he whirled his body and whipped the charged energy down in a curving arc before it slammed into the head of the former female official, snapping her neck with a horrendous crack. Her body crumpled to the ground as Saiyans everywhere cleared the area, lest another blast emerge from the grip of Rensou Hiruen.

With the fall of the body the brash Gladiator from Saru's poverty stricken sector landed before his new king simultaneously, bowing his head as he finally yielded his respects to Boliko with eyes toward the sands.

"You have seen the loyalty of Rensou Hiruen, liege," whispered the vocals of the confident, skilled, brash, but most importantly, idiotic, drunken, crazed Saiyan, but yet his voice carried over a hushed assembly. May his virtues outweigh his vices.

[gintoki]

There was a giant explosion as a man who was dead flew near the feet of the king. He had a knife in his hand.

Where the man had flown, stood a Saiyan with blue hair and golden eyes. His glare trained on the dead corpse. "This man was plotting treason against the King of the Saiyans, make sure he gets no dignity when his body is disposed of." Gamma said coldly. The man who wore a white labcoat, black baggy pants and black boots seemed to not be in Awe of the king at all. Instead, he seemed perfectly at ease. He knelt before the new King. "My name is Gamma, a Saiyan from the outskirts, I come here to declare my loyalty to you, and to Planet Vegeta." He stood up and his purple aura expanded. He turned towards another man in the back and started walking towards him.

"Three men were plotting your assassination, you may not believe me which is why I spared the other two, so that you may question them my liege. " Gamma said Mildly. He grabbed the two cowering men who were now tied up and threw them at the feet of the Saiyan Lord. "It is up to you what you do with them, I am simply one of your many loyal subjects." He then raised his hands into the sky.


"ALL HAIL KING BOLIKO!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko cocks his head to the right as he pays attention, with half a mind at least, to the gladiator. This one was, at least, like the saiyans of old - an arrogant, but strong fighter dedicated to warfare, even if within an entertainment context. However, his utter confidence in himself Boliko found slightly irritating; nonetheless he put on his best smile and clapped Rensou on the back (perhaps a little too strongly; it might have hurt a little).

"And I owe my loyalty to you, Rensou - and any other Saiyans with the strength to stand with me!" he roared, to another round of applause. He waved his hands at the woman's body; several guards quickly swept into the area and picked up up, carrying it away swiftly.

He then turns his attention to the next spectacle; he slams his foot down on the body, halting its progress across the ground and smiles at the crunch his boot makes. The guards, having just returned from their previous corpse-run, look broody as they rush to this one and do the same as before.

As for Gamma; Boliko raises an eyebrow at his appearance - what Saiyan had naturally blue hair and golden eyes? Must be some form of witchcraft. His attitude, again, slightly annoyed the new king; although he did not wished to be awed, he did wish for a certain degree of respect from potential soldiers... but he could beat this into them at a later date; now was the time for politics. He casts his eyes down on the two potential assassins, and snaps his fingers. Several guards pile in and grab them, before dragging them away.

"They shall be executed at a later date. I welcome you, Gamma, to the Imperial Forces, and you too, Rensou."

He looks out among the remaining crowds; bar an attractive young female, none of the rest took to his interests. He cocked his head slightly, before he returned to his two recruits.

"You two shall go far in this empire, that I can tell; however, to prove your loyalty, you shall be branded."

With his he raises his left hand; his index finger is glowing white, with some kind of strange heat.

"This shan't take long, and it won't hurt for more than a brief few seconds...."

[tsukare]

"And I owe my loyalty to you, Rensou - and any other Saiyans with the strength to stand with me!" King Boliko said as he clapped Rensou on the back.

Ikezu had never been interested in politics, but this man was charismatic, stern, and powerful. Not only that, but he had an air of fairness of him that Ikezu hadn't sensed in any of the Saiyan Politicians. Plus a vision, that Ikezu wanted to be a part of. And with any luck he would be a hand in the down fall of the civilization that destroyed his home. Being struck by this visage of honor and power, Ikezu walked out from the crowd bowing in front of King Boliko.

"I may not be Saiyan, but I will gladly stand beside you my liege. If you'll have me, my loyalty is yours." Ikezu said looking up with his eye at the kings legs.

"Who would want you, filthy beast? Get back in your cage!" A voice came from Ikezu's right, it was a young saiyan with a filthy snarl on his face. Ikezu remained calm and stayed bowed.

A moment passed and the man spoke again "Haha, that animal belongs in a zoo. You don't belong here. Go home."

Ikezu glanced over at him and remained calm.

"Didn't you here me you freak! I said go back to your cage, where you belong!"

Ikezu remained bowed in front of the king, and turned his head. "Do you need your legs?"

"What?"

"Do you need your legs?"

"Haha... What is this animal talking about?"

"I'm talking about your legs. You know the ones your standing on. Do you need them?"

"*stares* Do I need them?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, wh-... GHAAAAA!!" The man screamed as Ikezu let out one small ki ball which flew forward and took out the man's left leg at the knee cap.

"Silence. Real Saiyans don't show they're pain." Ikezu said with a straight face hoping that this display from him didn't hurt his image in front of the king. Ikezu simply didn't take much shit from others.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A smirk was all that was offered to the newcomer, Gamma, though Rensou found his complexion and coloration to be odd so say the very least. No matter, a Saiyan was a Saiyan, and this man had brought more traitorous blood to be spilled in effort to solidify this new King's glorious reign.

The scarred face of the gladiator became a proud flame as the hand of Boliko struck him across his armored back, and a foot was pushed forward to halt his stumble. The new ruler of the planet was strong, that fact was without doubt. However, falter, Rensou Hiren did not. This was a Saiyan capable of standing beside Boliko Koregutsu through glory and hardship.

As Boliko welcomed he and Gamma to the military force of the Saiyan Solar Empire, the onyx eyes of Rensou sought out other warriors amongst the crowd. Laiz and Dozah were not present, but he would certainly convince them. His gaze did find that woman that had nurtured him back to life in the forests of Vegeta. . .and he offered the half-breed a slight grin before turning his attentions back to Boliko.

"This shan't take long, and it won't hurt for more than a brief few seconds...."

Boliko had stated as he raised his finger into the air, the digit alight with a fiery heat, undoubtedly. It seemed the branding iron must mark his fighting hide before he would be fully recognized as a loyal soldier. Rensou lifted his forearms before him, glancing down at the crest of the Hiruen family proudly tattooed on the left. It seemed another crest would adorn him, and he would wear it as proudly as the other.

Rensou Hiruen extended the underside of the unmarked right arm to Boliko, awaiting his marking and anticipating the glory he would no doubt bring to his new King.

"Very well, King Boliko," Rensou said as he awaited the cauterization that would surely occur. Just another scar to the collection, neh!?

[vera]

After slightly zoning out, Vera then started to pay attention once again, "And I owe my loyalty to you, Rensou - and any other Saiyans with the strength to stand with me!" Vera and Hazzar applauded as the others did, however she was slowly losing her nerve to go up and speak to him about her joining his army. She watched carefully as Gamma and Rensou were welcomed into this new king’s army, with the slight cost of being branded. Vera looked beside her to find her father snickering, she of course joined in for a second or two before getting back to the reason they had come there. Hazzar thought it would be best for his daughter to join up with Boliko in the hopes of redeeming their family honor, which was lost the moment she was born. However the half-breed was the type of person to be a bit skittish around most pure-blooded saiyans, and yet… that was all of the people here.

A small amount of Vera’s courage returned when the cat-creature stepped forward, he wasn’t even saiyan and yet willing to fight for them. However she didn’t know what was worse, a half-breed or an alien? Vera blinked then next thing she knew, her father was sniggering at some poor saiyan with only one leg. "Silence. Real Saiyans don't show they're pain." Said the creature, he seemed to be a little annoyed if anything. By pure guess, she knew that the cat-creature was responsible for this. After all, he was provoked by that Neanderthal.

As her gaze turned to Rensou, she noticed that the boy had already branded his own arm with a different symbol. Yet the arm he showed the king was bare, the saiyan now had divided loyalties. Vera smirked, she herself had one other loyalty, however since her mother’s extermination she no longer belonged to it, meaning that now her loyalty would belong to Boliko if she decided to join his cause. She stepped forward, through the crowd of saiyan brutes and stood next to the feline-creature. Her gaze held steadily as she tried to meet Boliko’s, she then started to speak her voice slightly more leveled and calmer than normal.

Vera lowered herself to one knee, and lowered her head as a sign of respect before she started talking. ” My lord, I humbly ask to join you. I hope you will accept my offer. ” She said trying to keep her nervous attitude under control, she wasn’t really fond of the whole branding thing.

[Gray Callahan]

Boliko grins as Rensou extends his arm, but turns to face Ikezu; oh? Not a Saiyan? The king would have to keep an eye on this one, sure; but his army needed all of the soldiers it could get, and Ikezu was strong and appeared to be swayed by his speech. And he acted like a Saiyan... yes. He would do well in this great faction. He offers the lion-man a genuine, wide smile.

Turning his attention fully back to Rensou for a moment, he swiftly 'cuts' a mark into the gladiator's arm - the mark of Saiyan royalty and nobility, and the masthead symbol of the new Saiyan empire. The wound closes instantly as the finger leaves, sealed shut by the strange heat. However it would be, to say the least, uncomfortable for the next few hours.

He then grabs Rensou's hand and firmly shakes it, a manic smile spreading thinly across his jaw. "Welcome to the empire, brother." His grip is strong, yet not uncomfortable - he then relinquishes his hold and turns to face Ikezu - and now Vera, too.

Having already seen Ikezu, he pays more attention this time to Vera - at close range she was certainly an attractive one (even as a man without ever seeing a woman for seventeen years, Boliko was capable of appreciating this) and courageous enough to publicly pledge, in a society mainly driven (in the past) by sexist, immoral man - and that takes guts.

"I would be happy to accept both of you into our ranks, and to your new extended family."

[Rensou Hiruen]

Scarred. . .

. . .seared

-Branded!-

None of these described that which had just occurred. Those simply terms could not hope to convey the true statement, a powerful one indeed. The newly engraved arm was now a representation of a soon to be grand empire, one populated by the denizens of Vegeta for the denizens of Vegeta. May the poor no longer grovel or fight in the pits for their meals, and the latter, Rensou himself had experienced. Nay, let a downtrodden population arise anew from the ashes akin to a scarlet phoenix to soar amongst the suns beyond this planet the assembled called home. Let that phoenix, that insignia. . .strike the most monstrous of fear into the heart of those whom were deemed inadequate or unwilling of allegiance!

In short, Rensou stared at the symbol emblazoned upon his flesh proudly. Eyes as dark as a moonless night lifted whence Boliko addressed him again, welcoming him graciously to the Empire as a brother-in-arms against those whom would stand foolishly before the might of a united and militarized Saiyan force! “Glad to be here, brother!” rolled from his throat with a volume derived from enthusiasm.

The extended hand was well received as Rensou returned a lively grip to match Boliko's own before the new king turned to accept Tsukare and Vera, a woman known to Rensou, into the ranks of an empire that would soon span galaxies, what with the persuading fists Rensou Hiruen owned.

Rensou would wait patiently as Boliko finished addressing the others before he would pose a question that was certainly upon a cliff within everyone's thoughts, “When do we begin?” Rensou hoped it would be soon, for his hands had grown weary of idling, it had been only a day since he had announced his retirement as a gladiator and already he lusted to do battle once again. Empires are built on conflict, as was the Saiyan at Boliko's command. Surely the new king would have a task for his recruits.

[vera]

Vera smiled after she was accepted and then got off her knee, there was no longer a reason for it and she was getting tired. Of course the thought of having an extended family made her blush girlishly, she was exceedingly happy but she didn't want to show it. Vera then looked over at Rensou his excitement was nothing more than amusing, almost like a young child that had received a new toy.

Vera couldn't help herself from smiling while she thought, however the far off look in her eyes was unreadable and her expression looked more like embarrassment than daydreaming. She snapped out of her temporary daze and caught Rensou's question. It was certainly an odd one at the least, however she could understand the anticipation. The thought of proving herself in battle was making her impatient as well.

There was only one problem with going into battle. There was no clear chain of command yet, and she as hell wasn't going to at the bottom of the food-chain. It was bad enough being a low class warrior just because of her half-breed heritage, but at work she wanted to earn the respect of her superior officer. She folded her arms and looked around at the other's who had joined. Each one of them seemed competent however she wouldn't rely on any of them to save her if she got into trouble.

"A Little impatient Hiruen?" she asked smiling as her calm collective voice shimmered in her ears. There were times when she was in a vain mode, and now she was better than ever.

[Rensou Hiruen]

Rensou folded his arms over his chest as Vera questioned his patience, and with just reasoning. The male had done all the waiting he could, and allowed Boliko to finish conversing with she and Tsukare, and it was probable that Boliko would have begun to explain his plans to the assembled trio at any moment, Rensou had merely provided invitation for the unveiling of an undoubtedly elaborate course of action.

Impatient was close to what Rensou Hiruen was feeling, but that was certainly not what was overwhelming him at this point. Like Vera, he too wished to prove himself. . .wished to prove to the Saiyan race that a warrior with a chaotic Oozaru form was capable of bringing glory to his people with careful measure to prevent the circumstances that had befallen his family, the tale that had prevented Rensou from joining the watered down military of the old regime.

Nay, Rensou was: “Ready is more like it, Vera,” he grinned, whitened incisor and canine flashing beneath the light of the burning suns in the skies. Rensou had never been more prepared for anything in his existence.

[midnightdao]

Dao Midnight was watching the screen in his spaceship which was researching the saiya-jin culture. Suddenly a live filming of a rude boi saiyan Boliko Koregutsu appearing to talk to the gatherings of other saiyans and halfbreeds. He paided attention to his words very carefully,


"Good morning, ladies and gentleman - it is I, your new high king; Boliko Koregutsu!"


His statement is met with general silence, and then - "Get off your pedestal, you filthy bastard!"

Dao then saw the death of the one who spoke the insult against The saiyan king's royalty. (I've seen people die everyday, and served many demon kings...why doesn't that bring tears to my eyes? The man deserved it...i would have done it, had i been...home. But he did it.) A voice went off in his head. (Every life is precious...because everyone holds the ones they love dear...) He thought once more. (To kill to protect what they hold dear, after researching saiyan culture they hold themselves prideful...they kill weakness and build up to the betterment of their kind I should have been sent here...wait! The demon king thought me weak and sent me to earth...now i'm headed to a planet which is all about honor and pride...maybe this trip will educate me...but i will need to go and interact, and find a place to meditate...)


"You have witnessed my tolerance for insubordination and mutiny, and may this example rest with you, for now. However, I have not come out here today to quash any potential rebellions - my empire is meant for a greater purpose."

Dao laughed, "He doesn't give a fuck about polititians...who evers prime minister on earth is going to be his bitch. Probably start shaking em down...." Dao then stopped and listened to himself.(Is something wrong with me? Is the apparent darkness warping me to not care for my life?) He thought hard while watching the screen...


"You see, Vegeta is not my home - I was sent away as a child due to my... inherent abiities - but I know Saiyankind much better than any of your false politicians, or your false prophets. I know that you yearn for better things than what you are currently subdued to, and I will change this - for you see, I intend to be like the great Bardock of old - nay, greater."

Dao Midnight's eyes lit up. "He can relate to me!! This realm isn't my home...but he studdied the culture, researched it, knowing that his time to shine would come. And that time is now...He wants to better people...maybe i'll stay here for awhile..." He continued to listen as his ship flew into vegeta's orbit...


I wish to ascend the Saiyans to a peak previously unheard of - we are to become, once again, the master of our star system - and soon beyond, too! In my brief time back I have spoken with historians, and I believe we can once again achieve a height of greatness only adhered to in legend... And I have a plan."

Midnight smirked, "This could be interesting," (Kami...if you can hear my thoughts hear this...this may be your only chance, you might have to come here one day, alow me to do some 'reconasence' for you...concider this, support for a prize...your gonna have ta anni up to him, and if you don't... heaven help you and your special forces...your not going to live, they'll crush your men...and i don't think nohan would wanna fight them either, he mght have some upright respect for the race, or he should...) After attempting to speak to the kami, he looked at the screen pne more.


"At the moment all I require is an army - I cannot forge an empire of the stars by my hand alone."

"Well spoken," Dao Midnight replied to the statement. The screen then spoke, "Landing in the mountains...close to saru city." The ship landed and Dao exited it and turned it into capsule form and put it away. He then pressed a button on his scouter, His hair cut short like yamcha late dragonball z His pearl white namekian light weighted cape with shoulder weights (other then that he was topless, and baggy white pants with saiyan boots with the mark of the demon king, on a tattoo on his right peck. With the royal crest of the makaioshin knights on his left peck, A tattoo of a wolf going his right arm and a fox going down his left arm and the mark midnight Damaio on the back of his cape in black.

He found a collection of powerlevels nearby in a location called saru city, the main area of the planet. He then gathered a white aura about his body and flew towards the powerlevels on his scouter. He was hoping to see the saiyan king and queen. His scouter played everything else in the broadcast to him as he flew towards the city, he then smirked as the city came into view and he landed a few feet away, his demonic sword in a sheath on his back, similar to trunks' sword carrier.

As he land he smirked and looked around, the saiyan king was close and so was the queen. He then spoke "Hello fellow saiyans! Honor your king and queen, they are the main pieces of the chest board, a if a king doesn't lead, the people won't follow. As well as the queen for support...and protection." He then took out a ciggarette out of his ciggarette pack and then brought the filter to his lips. Taking out his gold plated lighter, He lit the smoke and took a drag, breathing in the niccoteen, and puffing out 'O's. "You see, my race is makaioshin, and we have a demon king. I always served Demon kings as a knight of the main castle...but...one day, i turned on him and got sent to this living mortal realm. Like you, fair king, i was once in a place where obtaining power was life, I could help you fair king, maybe start by creating a place where saiyans could fight people of the past, in a way of studing history. I call it, the Time Arena, and with my power, i could create one for you." He then looked at the new saiyan king.

"Don't hate me or judge me because i'm different or difficult to deal with sometimes...i just want to help your people fair king. I honestly feel at home here. And shoulden't home always be proper fair king?"

He looked at rensou and smirked. "I woulden't mind going a round with you soon, i'll teach you my moves, so you can protect your king as i used to protect my demon king, who i think is dead...meh, they kill your friend and they bitch at you, fuck em...but i was so mad because of it, i've had time to go over my mistake.."

[Gray Callahan]

The king's eyes shine with a bright passion as he turns to face Rensou again, his newly whitened teeth glistening in the bright morning sun. "My dear brother, I have great plans for everyone." He then turns to face the whole populace, while still directing his conversation at the warrior saiyan.

"You see, their are many sentient worlds out there - and many of them were previously conquered by the Solar Empire of times of yore. However, when King Bardock died the empire fell into unruly infighting as warlords began to try to take over each other's territory - in the end the empire was dissolved because of this.

"However, these planets are still out there - and many will still hold myths, legends or even proven records of Saiyan occupation. I wish to reclaim these worlds, utilise their citizens and resources, to bolster up our own military force and to increase the comfort of our own world.

"In this new empire their will be a new focus on military science and technology - you may remember in your history lessons when new advancements in armour technology and training technology happened almost daily, but after the death of Bardock all technological development stopped - even discovered and widespread technology fell into disrepair.

"But, as for my plans for you, my new soldiers - you will be sent to several of these sentient worlds. You will reclaim them for this empire, diplomatically if possible - but probably through warfare."

And then he smiles.

The crowd erupts into cheers after the speech - hailing the new golden age of Saiyan-kind.

Then, the saiyan king turns to the new arrival - Dao Midnight. He looks him up and down while listening to the speech - a 'Makaioshin'. That meant... demon or something. So, a man claiming to be a demon wished to join his legion? And what was this about a 'time arena'?

"Although I am sceptical of your 'demonic' origin story and magical ability... I have no room not to at least allow you passage on this world. But, be warned, 'demon' - any foul play and you shall be destroyed."

He then offers a smile to the demon knight. "You may reside here and help my army."