Post by Tomoka on Sept 12, 2017 20:50:50 GMT
Tomoka woke to the sound of a blaring bell, the source of which was all to familiar: it was the alarm, meaning that it was time to begin the day. "Another hour, and I wouldn't want to kill someone..." he muttered, ready for another day. Another day of training, occasionally learning something important, and than 2 hours before they would have to head back into their dorms, and wait for the next morning. Oh, it wasn't like he didn't care for it. In fact, he somehow enjoyed the methodical predictability of it all. The slow progression of his classmates and he, taking the long journey to one day being able to call themselves Vegeta's finest.
Breakfast was of basic meat, most likely from the inhabitants of some random world conquered by a baby, who had slaughtered anything that moved, before being brought back home to Vegeta, so that they could be mocked, chastised, and brutalized for only being lowborn Saiyan trash. And while Tomoka had learned to ignore the occasional remark, and to brutally punish the one making it, nothing had changed his ID, nothing had changed his power level, and nothing had filled the gaping hole that had been formed inside him...
Tomoka distracted himself by watching the news as he ate, staring at the larger than life view screens that lined the walls of the cafeteria. Most of the anchors and reporters were visibly old, most likely retired veterans, or those so weak that they couldn't even summon a ki blast. Still, they were good at doing the jobs that no Saiyan in the empire would dream of or even think of spending their life doing, and it was unsettling how they seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. At the moment, there was a segment going on about the growing tensions with the Earth, and how it seemed as if Vegeta's generals were drawing up 'defense' plans.
Most, if not all the students reading, were laughing their asses off. The idea of having to defend themselves from a single, backwater world on the very edge of the galaxy was perhaps the most ridiculous idea that had ever occurred. "What's next? Are we going to have to put up barricades against the slug men on Mannek?" one would shout, sending the cafeteria into an uproar. "Their leader is a fucking robot! I suppose we should make sure to beat half our grills to death as well, shouldn't we?" another yelled, furthering the laughter. Still, Tomoka remained rather silent, though the jokes were ** B R I L L I A N T ** he wasn't exactly sure if they should pretend like Earth didn't matter. For one thing, it was named, which was an achievement in and of itself. But, on the other hand, it's population was... staggering.
Earth was home to literally BILLIONS of people. And while billions of idiots with barely a power level of 5 weren't a problem, the fact that it had a history almost as violent as Vegeta's was. The earthlings had been at war with one another for over 8,000 years, created weapons that could level cities, committed genocide, and they even practiced racial discrimination, though it was beyond frowned upon in most of their cultures. If they had tails, one would think that they were a lost group of Saiyans who had managed evolved to do things OTHER than fight. Hell, the reverse could most likely be said about the Saiyans. Some humans, millions of years before, being carted halfway across the galaxy, and dumped on a world that made each of them feel as if they weighed a ton. And over time, becoming more aggressive, violent, savage, and monstrous, until when they finally learned how to take to the stars, the entire galaxy learned to fear them...
And than, the volume got louder. Much louder. Something important was happening. Very important. Just than, the camera had changed to another reporter, who looked almost frantic. He looked as if he may have been bleeding sweat by the looks of things. The cafeteria had almost gone quiet, before the man began speaking. "We apologize for the interruption, but there has been an extremely important development at the moment. While we would normally cover the event by going over it later, we believe that a live broadcast would best serve the people of Vegeta..." he would say, before it cut to yet another scene. Before the cafeteria, there was a familiarly illustrated room: the room of the ministry, the rulers of The empire, and of Vegeta. They had made an oath each morning to serve the empire, and this ministry. But... something was wrong.
In the middle, there was a woman, and an attractive one at that, but Tomoka would push those ridiculous thoughts from his mind to listen to what she was saying. She seemed... angry.
The words had frozen Tomoka, and every other Saiyan in the room. They had read of this multiple times in the past, that before the ministry, the strongest would challenge the king, and would fight until one couldn't fight any longer. But this... this was insane. This was in direct violation of Saiyan law. If this woman lost, she'd most likely have a public execution. But, if she won...
Tomoka could only imagine what would happen if the monarchy was restored. Would it be back to the days where most Saiyans just lived in stone huts? Would their society devolve back into some warmongering, tribalisti-
No. Vegeta couldn't devolve from that... it already WAS one. There was no point in The SSE's history where it had EVER been at peace, and the same could most likely be said about the Saiyan race in general. What they were doing now... this wouldn't change anything. NOTHING would change from this. Only that a lot of people were going to be dead by the end of it...
Still, Tomoka watched as the ministers couldn't fight back. Tomoka watched as the strongest Vegeta had to offer were defeated by this madwoman, and he watched as they could only grovel before her, crowning herself queen, and putting an end to the ministry...
As the broadcast ended, a message was blared through the school that classes were cancelled, as a state of emergency was in order. Still, Tomoka couldn't say he felt fear. Because he knew that nothing, NOTHING had been accomplished...
OOC: the first of quite a few threads of a young Tomoka watching as WODS history is made! I know I had to end it quickly , but I kinda lost my muse towards the end. Searching through Vennel's timeline is haaaaaaaaaaaard.
Taking PL with after life bonus.
Breakfast was of basic meat, most likely from the inhabitants of some random world conquered by a baby, who had slaughtered anything that moved, before being brought back home to Vegeta, so that they could be mocked, chastised, and brutalized for only being lowborn Saiyan trash. And while Tomoka had learned to ignore the occasional remark, and to brutally punish the one making it, nothing had changed his ID, nothing had changed his power level, and nothing had filled the gaping hole that had been formed inside him...
Tomoka distracted himself by watching the news as he ate, staring at the larger than life view screens that lined the walls of the cafeteria. Most of the anchors and reporters were visibly old, most likely retired veterans, or those so weak that they couldn't even summon a ki blast. Still, they were good at doing the jobs that no Saiyan in the empire would dream of or even think of spending their life doing, and it was unsettling how they seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. At the moment, there was a segment going on about the growing tensions with the Earth, and how it seemed as if Vegeta's generals were drawing up 'defense' plans.
Most, if not all the students reading, were laughing their asses off. The idea of having to defend themselves from a single, backwater world on the very edge of the galaxy was perhaps the most ridiculous idea that had ever occurred. "What's next? Are we going to have to put up barricades against the slug men on Mannek?" one would shout, sending the cafeteria into an uproar. "Their leader is a fucking robot! I suppose we should make sure to beat half our grills to death as well, shouldn't we?" another yelled, furthering the laughter. Still, Tomoka remained rather silent, though the jokes were ** B R I L L I A N T ** he wasn't exactly sure if they should pretend like Earth didn't matter. For one thing, it was named, which was an achievement in and of itself. But, on the other hand, it's population was... staggering.
Earth was home to literally BILLIONS of people. And while billions of idiots with barely a power level of 5 weren't a problem, the fact that it had a history almost as violent as Vegeta's was. The earthlings had been at war with one another for over 8,000 years, created weapons that could level cities, committed genocide, and they even practiced racial discrimination, though it was beyond frowned upon in most of their cultures. If they had tails, one would think that they were a lost group of Saiyans who had managed evolved to do things OTHER than fight. Hell, the reverse could most likely be said about the Saiyans. Some humans, millions of years before, being carted halfway across the galaxy, and dumped on a world that made each of them feel as if they weighed a ton. And over time, becoming more aggressive, violent, savage, and monstrous, until when they finally learned how to take to the stars, the entire galaxy learned to fear them...
And than, the volume got louder. Much louder. Something important was happening. Very important. Just than, the camera had changed to another reporter, who looked almost frantic. He looked as if he may have been bleeding sweat by the looks of things. The cafeteria had almost gone quiet, before the man began speaking. "We apologize for the interruption, but there has been an extremely important development at the moment. While we would normally cover the event by going over it later, we believe that a live broadcast would best serve the people of Vegeta..." he would say, before it cut to yet another scene. Before the cafeteria, there was a familiarly illustrated room: the room of the ministry, the rulers of The empire, and of Vegeta. They had made an oath each morning to serve the empire, and this ministry. But... something was wrong.
In the middle, there was a woman, and an attractive one at that, but Tomoka would push those ridiculous thoughts from his mind to listen to what she was saying. She seemed... angry.
"I AM VENNEL! AND BY ANCIENT CUSTOM I HAVE COME TO CHALLENGE THE MINISTRY FOR LORDSHIP OVER THE SAIYAN RACE!"
Tomoka could only imagine what would happen if the monarchy was restored. Would it be back to the days where most Saiyans just lived in stone huts? Would their society devolve back into some warmongering, tribalisti-
No. Vegeta couldn't devolve from that... it already WAS one. There was no point in The SSE's history where it had EVER been at peace, and the same could most likely be said about the Saiyan race in general. What they were doing now... this wouldn't change anything. NOTHING would change from this. Only that a lot of people were going to be dead by the end of it...
Still, Tomoka watched as the ministers couldn't fight back. Tomoka watched as the strongest Vegeta had to offer were defeated by this madwoman, and he watched as they could only grovel before her, crowning herself queen, and putting an end to the ministry...
As the broadcast ended, a message was blared through the school that classes were cancelled, as a state of emergency was in order. Still, Tomoka couldn't say he felt fear. Because he knew that nothing, NOTHING had been accomplished...
OOC: the first of quite a few threads of a young Tomoka watching as WODS history is made! I know I had to end it quickly , but I kinda lost my muse towards the end. Searching through Vennel's timeline is haaaaaaaaaaaard.
Taking PL with after life bonus.