>>6143292As much as you'd want to start your day training, pushing yourself to your limits, as the governor, as King Vegeta'd called you of your city, you're not responsible for keeping it functioning and everything running smoothly. Or at least appointing those who'll do so, and keeping them in line. So, you sneak out of bed, grabbing your official uniform and not just a training suit, getting dressed as you sneak out of your bedroom and make your way through the halls. Haathe meets you halfway to the entrance, the woman already up as well.
“Good morning, my lord. Art thou returning to thy training?” she asks you, falling into step with you.
“Much as I want to, not yet. First thing's first, have to head over to administration.” you tell her, the two of you exiting together as you lower the ramp, then raise it back up once you both are outside. “This city's under my authority, need to make sure it runs properly.”
“As a good Lord should.” she replies, nodding once in approval. The two of you walk from the beach to the city, crossing from sand to recently hardened pavement and heading towards the center, where the administration is. Most of the homes are still dark, you waking up a bit earlier than everyone else, it seems, as you go to the government building. Where, guarding the only entrance and exit are two of your students, both sitting on the steps with their backs to the doors.
“Mornin' General!” Nion calls, one of your first students to have reached Super Saiyan greeting you with a wave. “Openin' 'er up early?”
“Yes, going to get this stuff out of the way early, at least whatever needs my authority to go through.” you reply, the two standing and both inserting their keys at opposite ends, unlocking the double doors. Planting their feet and bracing themselves, both slam a shoulder into the heavy metal, slowly budging the doors open. Built to withstand the Covenant's glassing lasers, the entire building is built of an extremely dense and heavy metal alloy, nearly as heavy and indestructible as Katchin. The two force the doors open halfway, not sliding the doors all the way back but leaving enough of an opening for three average-sized Saiyan warriors to walk in shoulder-to-shoulder. Making your way inside you head directly to the office, towards where you sense several others. Those who work through the night, their schedule still on main city time so they head to bed when the morning shift arrive. Opening the door, you see the half-dozen Saiyans at their terminals, keys clacking as they type. As you walk in, only one looks up, smiling at your and Haathe's arrival.
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