Last Stop [Inv only] May 3, 2017 8:31:15 GMT
Post by Vennel on May 3, 2017 8:31:15 GMT
[Power Level: 264,984]
The sun was high in the Vegetan sky. The pink hued skyline stretched out, pocked with the sights of the approaching city scape. Vennel soared through the air at a lazy pace, in no particular rush today. But she’d heard word from Kaza that the Queen herself had returned from her mission abroad. This meant that Vennel finally had an opportunity to meet with her.
Touching down in the city proper, she found others flying this way or that, some citizens of varying origin carried groceries or supplies by hand or cart through the city streets. Vennel was silently watching, though, not the common rabble, but the palace. It loomed just ahead of her in the distance. She recalled the last time she walked this path, before she’d taken the throne the first time. When she’d deposed the ministry who made even Zucceta look good.
It was almost like a trip down memory lane, when she finally arrived at the steps that lead to the entry of the large building. Before, she’d battled her way through guards on her approach, drunk off her power. The person she was today would have wretched to see who they once were, but she wasn’t here for reminiscing. Instead, she was let in by the guards, seeing her insignia that classified her as an elite, even with her power suppressed. In fact, when she arrived at the doors to the palace proper, she was let in without much hassle. She merely said she wished to meet with the Queen, and after running her identity and confirming she was the former Queen herself, they figured it best to let the current monarch deal with this.
And in typical fashion, the proud woman walked passed the guards and inside. The place had been redecorated, likely during Zucceta’s reign, and the current monarch hadn’t been in position for long. After asking a few hands that worked the grounds, she found the assistant who handled the new leader’s menial tasks, such as keeping track of appointments. Not that Vennel had one, though she aimed to fix that.
A timid little thing, some half breed with konatsian blood, judging by his pointed ears. It was one thing to see a majin holding the commander’s seat, but this was something else. This was not the Vegeta she knew. The mousy boy looked up from his data pad and seemed to be lost for words.
“Uhm, d-do you have an appointment?”
He stammered out his response in a response befitting his appearance. Vennel looked down her nose at the boy. He was a scrawny thing, not much power to himself. Couldn’t be more than four, digits worth. Not enough to warrant turning her scouter on for.
“You’re going to make it, and now.”
Her abrasive tone of voice and manner of speaking did the trick in flustering the mousy boy further. And that sort of reaction only made Vennel more angry, creating a feedback loop of fear and anger.
“I-I’m a-afraid I can’t j-just do that.”
With a cough, the half-breed tried to regain his composure as best he could. No doubt his low power, in front of someone he likely recognized for being leagues stronger even years ago, didn’t help.
“She’s only just returned from her mission off world. She has other things to handle and she can’t just-”
“Shut up, trash! You’ll page her and go about your business if you must. But I will see Habana.”
Her eyes narrowed towards the man. He seemed to cower under her imposing attitude, and pressed a button on his datapad, hopefully, to contact Habana. He merely tried his best to look back at her, and just nodded. He couldn’t find the words, or so it seemed. Vennel smiled condescendingly and nodded in response.
Her response was short, and full of the pompous demeanor elite saiyans were most known for. Heck, even some of the ones boasting only a mediocre power had similar pride in their lackluster power. Still, she’d wait, with any luck, not for long.
[Queen Habana ]