Congratulations to the Queen

Zuqetta listened intently with a slight melancholy expression as Ticoga spoke; finding it initially difficult to grasp his words as they seemed counter to the Saiyan Way she followed. Yet as he spoke further, she found her mind a bit more open to the idea; thinking of herself, and her journeys across the galaxy seeking guidance on her actions, she began to understand why others would respond the way they did. It was no less infuriating however, though she wouldn't vocalize it, she found herself internally chastising those like Parmoli who may have wanted such direction. If it were true, then they should have said so directly; Zuqetta herself did as much during her travels, so it was annoying that her overly prideful people wouldn't simple speak their minds plainly.

She gave a swift, heavy sigh, downing the remainder of her berri juice with a satisfied gulp. Ticoga seemed poised to rise, offering in request for a walk while they talked, something that immediately perked Zuqetta up.

"That's a great idea!" she'd exclaim, "I can show you some other changes I've had done! Hehe, the council room was just the beginning!" she'd say with a rather proud grin, pushing away from the table and jumping up from her seat. Without prompting, attendants by the entryways would make their way over, clearing the table, receiving a thanks from Zuqetta before her attention would be returned to Ticoga, "Ah! Uhh, you gonna stay super tall while we walk? Heh, some areas have some much smaller entryways, ya might need ta duck a bunch if ya do!" she'd say, laughing a bit a she moved towards an exit near the side of the room.

Zuqetta would await the Arcosian leader as he shifted back into his restricted form, the term not lost on her as she began to understand a bit more between what he said and what Shivvz spoke to her about. It was rather interesting to say the least; if something like this and even the larger form were both ways he suppressed his true power, then if he could go beyond his true self, he'd likely outpace even a Super Saiyan! It wasn't something that bothered her however, her trust too high to feel any hesitation or fear for the future potential the emperor possessed.

Zuqetta was a simple girl, and with her hands upon her hips as her line of sight with Ticoga's eyes went from high to low, she'd jut out her chest rather pridefully, enjoying the moment of being taller yet again! A secret she kept to herself, she loved being taller than others without the use of magic!

The two would depart, with Zuqetta leading the way rather enthusiastically; through halls, across a courtyard, past rooms of interest. Throughout the tour, Zuqetta would regale Ticoga with the many changes which seemed to truly make the Palace into something "Zuqetta-like". The renovations were aplenty, with lights stringing every walkway to do away with the imposing vibe the palace once had, to the accompanying carpets that lined the re-tiled floors of every corridor to give a welcoming feeling to anyone who went for a stroll.

Windows had been sealed up along most walkways, at first seeming counter productive for what Zuqetta sought; yet the feeling of why wouldn't be so subtle. Unlike the outdoors, there was an incredible lack of dust and the dry arid atmosphere was all but gone. Sadala being as it was, the change in atmosphere seemed impossible, but with a bit of magic, Zuqetta had made the halls of the palace a far more cool and enjoyable trudge, though, not nearly as cool as Arcose.

From laboratories, to the hospital; from the Grand Hall of Dining and Fighting, to the reconditioned Grand Library, and its newly renovated digital archive. The palace was no longer the place that it was during the kings of old, Zuqetta had left her mark, sometimes quite literally with a personally inscribed magic mark here and there, and those that frequented the palace knew it.

The palace was open to visitors after all, and as the two strolled the palace, they would pass by a number of them. Royal guards performed constant patrols and even escorts of the guests, a mandatory requirement of their station. From soldiers seeking to make their way to the coliseum below for training, to impressionable Saiyan youths who seemed absolutely enamored by the strange creature that was Ticoga. Unlike the Council Room, the rest of the palace seemed almost bustling with just how many moved within. To add to the heavy difference from what Ticoga had experienced in the Council Room, unlike Parmoli, none the two passed seemed to harbor the same intense view as the elderly Saiyan.

Royal Guards and most commoners from the old lower class greeted her with familiarity and respect, a happy greeting and bow. The occasional ex-noble visiting to frequent the archives would greet in a respectable manner more akin to what Ticoga may have been used to, stern, sharply loyal as they expressed a more serious tone, something that would cause Zuqetta to respond a bit more "Queenly". It would be plainly obvious how much happier Zuqetta was when she greeted children however, as they rushed rushed to her excitedly, referring to her as Princess rather than Queen or anything else. She made no effort to correct them, and it was quite apparent she'd encountered them often by their interactions.

As Zuqetta finally led Ticoga to the far side of the castle, out the back where the attempts of a garden hedge-maze were underway, the layout of the castle and the reason for the way the Royal Guard functioned within would likely not be lost on the calculative Arcosian. It was the most subtle trick of all, something Zuqetta had read in a book; though most of the current day and age could simply destroy a world by getting a little angry, it didn't stop Zuqetta from taking minor steps to prevent less direct attacks.

Besides the direct entrance to the Council Room from the front of the palace, the interior of the entire place was more or less a maze known in its entirely only to her. The Royal Guard themselves despite being taught sections of the palace, seemed to struggle to grasp it in its entirety, requiring them to ask assistance from their fellows should they depart from their posted sector. It was an archaic form of structure, but no more archaic than the very walls that defended the entire city of Sadala. Gone were the days of head on foot soldier assaults, super powered foes could rule the skies and reign down destruction like a falling sun, and yet the walls around the city still stood.

Their tour had reached its final destination, and Zuqetta would twirl, rather happy by being able to show off the palace as she had. Her fists on her hips, she'd face Ticoga, utterly beaming as her tail swayed happily behind her. Her only regret being that the hedge-maze was still a work in progress and couldn't be shown off yet, with only the dirt trails, a fountain, and a gazebo currently available. Though, beyond the distant palace wall itself was a far more curious sight; building in the distance, factories and more, the industrial sector of Sadala. It may have made for a strange choice then to have the hedge-maze in such a place with such a less than clear view, but Zuqetta certainly had her reasons.

"So!?" she'd exclaim, face a bit flushed with excitement as she failed to control her more youthful vigor, "Whaddya think? Hehe, I took a bit of inspiration from your palace with all the white walls honestly! I like the soft and clean look it gives, way better than the old stone gray everything used to be!"

Zuqetta chuckled a bit as Ticoga began to speak, though she'd be more surprised than anything upon seeing the Emperors typically collected expression break for just a moment to laugh. If Shivvz was to see, he'd have certainly been thrown fora loop. She'd quickly calm however, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as Ticoga went on to explain his view on not just the current area, but of what he'd seen thus far. She'd approach alongside him, a pleased expression on her face as she looked out towards the industrial sector.

"It's my hope that the future generation will be much less tied to the idea of constant combat and war." she'd remark, "Free to choose what they want; maybe they wanna do like their forebears and become soldiers, maybe they just enjoy fighting and would rather take up combat entertainment like some do at the Brawl Hole." she'd explain in a calm tone as her tail swept the ground, a bright smile coming to her face as she continued, "Or maybe they'll want something else, something Saiyans have rarely ever done, if ever at all!" she'd say excitedly, "Painting, gardening, singing, the list is endless and I want the future generations to be free to try it all."

Already times were changing, and while the older generations still seemed rather stiff, Ticoga had already been able to see the changes not only to the younger generation but some few of the current generation. It was plain to see what Zuqetta hoped to foster, she hadn't even needed to explain it, but she'd done so regardless to make the point clear.

"Beyond that, when all is said and done, I hope for my people to be capable of communicating with others as easily as the crew of my personal fleet." she'd continue, "Not letting a persons species or culture cause them reservation or conflict. And I know that there'll always be an individual here and there that causes trouble, but I hope that worlds in the future will be able to see the Saiyans for the majority, not the minority." she'd finish, her tone resolute as she spoke, paired with a determined gaze that appeared to look off towards a particular future.

The visit had shaped up to be a rather pleasant one all things considered; as they spoke, looking off towards the industrial sector, Zuqetta couldn't help but to feel a sense of ease. It was as though the previous grief of Parmoli hadn't even occurred; of course, she wouldn't so easily push it to the side, but she wouldn't let it drag her down. Parmoli's actions and feelings, as well as the concerns of the other council attendee's would simply serve as a learning moment for Zuqetta.

Zuqetta felt pride in Ticoga's assessment when he mentioned her ability to build; laughing a bit as he went on to speak of his own inability to do so. There was no malice in her laugh however, but rather, an observational skepticism.

"You'll get there, I know you will-" she'd first remark, "Hehe, you're giving me way too much credit. While you have hundreds, thousands, or even MORE planets to deal with, I don't even have a whole planet." she'd say with a content sigh, "I just have half of one, barely even that. I know Taori ended the war with the Tuffles, but while I deal with them, I still leave them to their own devices and politics. I only have to worry about the Saiyans specifically." she'd explain, looking towards Ticoga with a sharp grin and knowing look, "WAY easier than the thousands of diverse species in your Empire!"

Her expression would soften, her smile becoming much more relaxed; knowing she wasn't alone in the trials and tribulations of ruling helped to set her mind more at ease and put things more into perspective. It would certainly take some time and doing, but she wouldn't let the current criticisms weigh on her; she didn't yet know how she would improve, but she was confident that she would.

"I wish I had more to go on when it came to my people, but they're hardly the record keeping types." she'd laugh, "Most history involves how great previous leaders were, or battle tactics, and a TON of victories... no losses, unsurprisingly. I think my fore-bearers just chose to ignore any losses. Considering how the Tuffles brought them to a stalemate, I doubt they had NOTHING but victories." she'd say with a huff, crossing her arms in an annoyed fashion, "I just don't get the older generations, hehe, not too surprising then that a pair as young as us are striving for positive change!"

She'd grin happily, before having a realization and looking over towards Ticoga with curiosity, "Actually, I don't even know your age. Azoth was taller and like, twenty somethin'?" she'd muse, her expression changing to one of further excitement, "Oh! So then, you must be around my age, right!?"

"F-Fifty!?" Zuqetta would question, her face going red from her misunderstanding, "Then, have you-?" she'd quickly cut herself off, shaking her head to ignore the thought. That Ticoga might have been thinking of her as no more than a small child by comparison was embarrassing enough, but considering the comparison he'd just made, she chose to believe she was seen much more positively, "Heh, yeah, ya got that right! But like ya said, hopefully with time, they'll begin ta see things differently!"

The realization that Azoth was equivocally a young adult by Arcosians standards was a bit of a surprise as well, thought it did make things much more clear. He'd always had a dream of uniting the universe under one rule, and made things out to be rather heroic, ignoring the underlying implications of having a nation join against their will. there had also been his might makes right mentality, which only compounded the negative feelings she knew many had of him. Ticoga seemed similarly aligned when it came to the former, but he didn't push, only bringing nations into the empire if the said nation wished to do so willingly.

There may have been underlying details Zuqetta was completely oblivious about, but it wasn't anything Zuqetta would focus on. On the surface, Ticoga seemed kind and trustworthy, and that was enough for Zuqetta as she gradually learned what lie beneath. Already, his willingness for negotiation and his decision not to attack despite his previous fears and feelings spoke volumes to Zuqetta, and improved the trust she had in him.

The remainder of their day would continue as such, with further conversation on the two's nations and business dealings being spoken of. Zuqetta of course, falling from the more "official self" mark several times, as she allowed her excitement of new technology and books to be on full display. She share with Ticoga her ideas for the future of Sadala, as well as her use and understanding of magic; should restoring the Vegeta region and the rest of Plant be a possibility, she was certain that combining her magic with Arcosian technology was sure to be a boon. Aided by the fact that Saiyans could be more at ease knowing the recovery was thanks in good measure to their Monarch, rather than only the technology of an alien species.

While their conversation would go on for hours, with Zuqetta more than happy to speak further; both Monarch were sure to have duties of their own to attend to, and so the day would end rather peaceably with Ticoga's departure, his congratulations properly made, and Zuqetta's thanks properly given.