King Hercule - 1

He was Hecule Satan, World Champ, Winner of the Cell Games, Savior of the World and lastly … the King of Planet Earth. His word was the law, his name was respect personified and his entire frame screamed power … to the people of the blue green planet.

To the people he was their King of seven years. Had he not protected them, looked after them and cherished them. Today marked the day, their Lord ascended the throne, his rightful place. Celebrations and parties rocked Satan City as posters of their King decorated every inch of the metropolitan.

School had been let out after the usual one hour speech on Hercule Satan early in the morning. All companies, industries and colleges were on leave. A grand parade had been arranged, at the end of which their King would give his annual speech. The time was 9:13 to be precise and the parade started at 10, sharp.

Thousands of chairs were scattered around the main hall podium of Satan City, the biggest auditorium in the world. Countless speakers and Air Conditioners were visible covering the whole arena courtesy of Capsule Corporation. Screens, the size of movie theaters were set up for the public to view their King's speech. Every News channel had a crew set up on spot, with some the best journalists in the world as the heads.

From one of the top floors, the King watched the arrangements, a smirk grazing his features. Every year the number and quality of the arrangements seemed to increase twofold, and all of it was done to please him. In return he would take the human race to a new era, an era of development, an era of progress and an era of Power.

He had wanted to do something big, ever since he was a kid. He wanted to help the people, to do something more to this world. He had entered fighting at the age of twenty. He Married at the age of twenty five only to lose his wife ten years later with their 8 year old daughter in his hands. He had won the WMAT two years after that, in hopes of providing his daughter with anything and everything she needed only for his hopes to come crashing down when he was expected to face the monster known as Cell.

He had not expected to come out of the tournament alive, but he had managed to, luckily he might add. His rise to power from the Savior of the world to the King Of the World, was an essential one. He knew that he couldn't beat the real victors of the Cell games. Should he lose a WMAT his fame would sink like a rock. Their word would become the law.

He had never been what people would call as cunning, but he knew what needed to be done and when it needed to be done. Him, becoming King was essential, for the political power that came along with it, would be the only way he would be able to back up his … lie.

A knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts, "Come in" he called.

One of his butlers entered the room, "Your Majesty, I have come bearing some … sensitive news" he said.

"Speak up Randolf" Hercule commanded. He preferred it if people were frank with him. He had raised his own daughter to be straightforward and honest all the time.

Looking at Randolf, he immediately knew that his butler was the bearer of some bad news. His nervous posture and the uneasy look on his usually composed face brought a grimace to the kings face.

His butler's face became composed as he spoke in his usual rigid voice "Your Highness, I am sorry to inform you that Capsule Corp has once more rejected our proposal for more Martial Arts equipment. Our squad of financiers just met with Bulma Briefs herself … and she has downright rejected our seventy five Billion Contract … again."

Keeping the irritation and anger from showing on his face he said one word, "Leave" in a slow whisper which was unusually cold.

The Butler gulped and nodded before hurrying out of the room closing the door behind him.

No sooner had the door closed did Hercule fling the Wine glass which was in his hand with all his might. A Resounding crash echoed as it made contact with the beautiful mantelpiece. He face contorted into a ugly scowl as he thought of the one woman who had defied him since the first day of his rise to power. The bloody woman was becoming more and more infuriating as the days went by.

He was quite certain that she was totally against him. Was it because he had tried to hit on her during the first Dinner Party he had conducted as King. He did not know. She had been breathtaking, as always, in a Blue Gown that brought out her sapphire eyes. She had a figure that men all over the world lusted for.

He had thought that she would look really good in his arm. She was a kind woman who had donated a lot to Poverty and reliefs, and would have made a perfect mother for his Videl. Her brain was an added gift, while her wealth and ownership of CC was big Bonus. But No, she had rejected to even dance with him. She had interacted nicely with everyone else present while being aloof with him.

He had a sneaking suspicion since that day, that he was missing an important puzzle of the game. Any and every Spy, Assassin or mercenaries he had sent to scout CC had never returned. He had waved it off as the genius women's extraordinary security system; she was after all the smartest woman on the planet, but now, he wasn't so sure.

There was something else. Something more sinister, something more powerful, something more …. Mysterious and he would be damned if he let it stay a mystery any longer.

He would ponder over this issue in detail at a later date. Now, he had a whole day of Celebration. But this time, he would not yield. He would redouble his efforts to know what secrets lied within the domes of Capsule Corporation. That was a promise.

She pulled her Hoodie even more securely around her head. It would not do for her to be recognized. The yearly festive was barely an hour away and she would get hounded by those insane reporters.

She ran up the lawn and knocked twice on the door of Number 7. The door opened a few seconds later to reveal a bubbly blonde.

"Hey Videl" the blonde chirped.

She clamped her hand over her friend's mouth and pushed forward dragging her friend into the house.

Once the door was firmly shut she threw back the hood, walking towards the fridge for a nice cold drink whilst ignoring the angry glare of a certain blonde in the room.

Said blonde immediately pulled out a mirror from her waist pocket and checked her appearance, which hopefully hadn't been ruined by her friend's rough behavior.

"So, mind telling me what has gotten you so riled up" the blonde asked looking at her clearly agitated friend.

Videl's head whipped around to meet her friends gaze. The cool drink in her hand had done nothing to cool her agitation.

She sighed, "It's the same thing that happens every year Rase".

The blonde shot her a sympathetic look. Being the Princess of the Herculean empire was the most frustrating job. Not only was her friend drop dead gorgeous but she also had a sharp mind and intellect matched by few at their school. Orange Star High was a world class High School facility for the most intelligent and resourceful minds on the planet.

It was a fully residential institution with a diverse range of students with a technological infrastructure that was unmatched till date. While OSH short for Orange Star High occupied the top of the list at the School level, Arion University, which was around a hundred miles from OSH was the most sought after University for Undergraduate admissions in the world.

The fee and payment in both was nil for both the Best University and School in the world, courtesy the Savior of the World who resided in the same city. The huge amount of money donated by the Savior made it possible for the University to provide its students the Best of the Best, free of cost. The school's reputation spoke for itself as surveys had revealed that nearly 7.38% of the students in Arion had done their schooling at OSH

However, the number of admissions was minimal compared the demand it held on the blue-green planet. It had been Videl's dream to secure a place in the University ever since she had turned 12 years old. The University board of Governor's would gladly admit her even if she failed her 12th grade. But no, Videl wanted to earn her spot, and she most certainly would, given her standings as one of the top 5 students at OSH.

Erasa sighed, her mind jumping back to the problem at hand. Throughout the year Videl was forced to attend various balls and functions, a way of integration of the high society which included some of the still smaller Kingdoms, the High companies in the world, etc. Her status as the daughter to King Hercule meant that she was expected to attend each of these functions even though her friend still skipped out on a lot of them, the key word being expected.

However there was one function that she had to attend at all costs. The biggest and largest in the world held every year on Herculean day, today.

It started with a morning speech from the king himself at around 10:00 and ended with a Ball lasting till 2 A.M the next morning. The reporters were particularly vultures during this part of the year. After all, What better way to celebrate the Kings Victory than uncovering some sort of Scandal. Videl was usually under a very close scrutiny, much more than the normal scrutiny by all during this particular week which made her more irritated and snappier than usual.

"Anyways Vi, don't you need to be at the palace getting ready for the Parade" asked Erasa honestly confused. The ball was in less than an hour.

"Ya, Ya, I just came here to get ready. Those bloddy Butlers-"

"Language Vi"

"-don't seem to know the meaning of Back off. I mean honestly, how many times do I have to tell them that I am not a little 7 year old who needs to be dressed up like a Barbie? You should see the clothes they pick out for me. I mean seriously, Who wears Pink? … Except for you"

She glared in response.

"Uhmmm .. I guess I'll go get ready now" Videl said dashing off into Erasa's bedroom.

The blonde sighed. It took less than fifteen minutes for Videl to get changed, apply a light bit of makeup, do her hair and come out looking stunning.

"Shall we" she asked gesturing towards the front door having gotten ready early in the morning.

Her friend held her head high as she walked out of the front door followed by an amused blonde, shaking her head at her friends public face, which was that of a snotty spoiled princess.

Videl quickly threw one of her capsules that morphed into one of the advanced jet-copters in the industry. It was not the latest nor the most advanced copter in the market as King Satan would want it but she knew her father did not get along well with Capsule Corporation for some unknown reason.

She didn't mind the reporters who came running out of nowhere as she jumped quickly aboard the copter followed by a blonde, soon leaving the reporters in the dirt as the exhaust from her jet created black marks on their tidy suits. The smirk on her face showed them how sorry she was.

Meanwhile in an adjacent street a raven haired youth was walking with his hands inside his pockets. He was whistling a low tune, an easy bright look on his face as he took in the sights of the marvelous technological city in front of him. Satan city was the second most advanced city in terms of modernity, technology and development and people in general. The first spot belonged to West City and will continue to belong to West City as long as it had the headquarters of Capsule Corporation and resident home of the Great Bulma Briefs.

The streets were clean and seemed to shine. The pavement even more so. Cars of various sizes and looks rushed past him, easily at a speed of 100 mph. hell, even the lampposts were spot free, every one of them. The raven haired youth looked up as a yellow colored copter rushed past the buildings.

He stopped in front of a dining restaurant, "Triana Multicuisine Restaurant" he read out loud.

His eyes locked onto the notice in white stuck on the window,"Required - Waiter". Just two words. He had first come across the notice two days back while shopping for groceries.

He stepped in to be assaulted the wondrous smell of various cooking's. Nearly all the tables were occupied. The TV was on broadcasting one of the King's fights from his days at the WMAT. The people in general were a happy bunch. They were either clinking glasses or laughing at some joke. The mode in general couldn't be more merrier. He walked towards the cash counter.

"Good Morning Sir" the raven haired youth greeted a man who looked to be in his seventies.

The old man looked up from the bills he was counting and gave a questioning look.

"I noticed the poster outside and would like to fill in the position of waiter" he said with a charming smile.

He felt himself under evaluation under the mans searching gaze. He didn't break eye contact nor did he blink. The man then gestured towards a door at the side.

It had "Mr. Stevens" written in bold letters.

"Thank you" he excused himself politely.

He knocked waiting for the muffled "Come in" before entering.

Inside sat a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties. He was smoking a cigar, while browsing something on his laptop. His eyes narrowed as he put out the cigar before gesturing him towards the seat in front of him.

"Good morning Sir, I saw a job opening outside on the window and would like to take it" he said. It was best to be short and blunt to the point. It always worked well with people who tended to run businesses or had any form of managerial job.

"You look quite young to wait tables" came the reply, "Shouldn't you be in school or something kid", It was not an unexpected question.

"I am in school sir" he clarified,"I just happen to have a lot of free time and I wish to spend it usefully".

The restaurant owner frowned.'The kid is probably gonna drop out of school' was his first thought.'He must be desperate, though I have to give him points for hiding it well' he thought. He looked the boy up and down and liked what he found. The boy was polite, well dressed and seemed composed. He didn't have that hopeful look that people often seemed to have when desperate. However one does not look for much while hiring a waiter. You could always fire the guy/girl and hire another one in case of mishaps. He was up for hiring the boy.

"How do you plan to attend school if you are going to work here all day" he shot instead which came with half a snarl.

"I was hoping that working full-time during the week-ends and only nights during all other days might qualify .."

"You won't get any days off that way" he interrupted.

"I don't need any" the boy said casually but determinedly.

He did not have a reply to that. He ended up giving the boy a standard employes form. The boy fished out a pen from his pocket and started filling it up. He settled for studying his new employee. On looking closely he noticed that the boy seemed to be wearing baggy clothes. Not too large but the size that would be next to his correct size. His face was handsome with a boyish look that few gained. His hair was inky black while his eyes were ... onyx. The most striking feature however was the gentleness that the boy radiated. People would call this guy soft, but there was something in the boy the seemed to contradict the very statement.

As he was lost in thought, the boy finished the form and pushed it back towards him. He added 'Neat Handwriting' to his earlier list.

He raised his eyebrows seeing the word 'OSH' on the form. He felt sympathy for the kid who couldn't keep up with the standards of OSH. It was after all the best place for Schooling in the entire world. Still, the boy had to have some smarts since he was able to get into OSH in the first place.

He looked up into the eyes of the black haired onyx eyed boy, "You're hired Gohan Son".

Author Notes:

Hey guys. Am back. with a new story. I will try to update often seeing as i am free, jobless and un-occupied for the next two months(Semester Holidays). To know about the updates for my other fics, kindly see my profile. I will update it in a while. Thank you and enjoy this new story. In case of any suggestions, criticism or reviews please feel free to PM me.