Childhood Pals

Chapter 1: Acquaintances

Alura led the Daxamites into the living room, where Rhea was pleasantly surprised, "This is a wide array of furniture, if I do say so myself."

"Thank you, now shall we have our breakfast? Would you like our traditional Kryptonian breakfast of fried H'Raka meat alongside some Thoni Tea?" Alura said.

"Well, since it is tradition, I suppose I must," sighed Rhea.

"Cook! Please, serve our guests three servings of Kryptonian traditional breskfast," Alura commanded, motioning to the Daxamite Royals, "How was your sleep?"

"The bed was... comfortable," Rhea struggled to find the right word.

"The bed was very uncomfortable! I wanna go home!" came a cry from a young boy, who had started munching on his meal that the Cook, a Brainiac, had just set out for him, "And this tastes bland!"

Alura sighed, as she caught sight of her blond daughter bringing her utensils back into the kitchen.

"Mon-El! Don't be so rude! The Kryptonians are trying to be nice and make peace with us!" King Lar Gand said, glaring at the small Daxamite prince.

Alura motioned for the girl to go to her as she came out, "We did not get a chance to introduce the rest of my household. You know Zor-El and me, and this," Alura placed her hands on her daughter's shoulder, "is Kara."

Mon-El took no interest in the conversation, but when he saw the beautiful Kryptonian girl who  stood in front off him, dressed in white, he held out his now-empty plate, saying, "Here, maid! Take my dishes to be washed!"

Kara glared at him, making a face. Mon-El noticed, and whined, "Mommy! The maid is being rude to me!" Then he turned to Alura, "You should fire her!"

"Mon-El!" both his parents glared at him.

"Kara, would you mind bringing Prince Mon-El to your playroom or somewhere else?" Alura said to Kara, who did not seem pleased with the young boy's behaviour.

"Of course, Mother..." Kara eyeballed Mon-El, who now had a shocked expression on his face. He turned to Alura, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Why would you make your child wear white?"

Alura was stunned, but Queen Rhea broke the silence, "Oh, pay him no mind. He thinks everywhere is like Daxam. The maids and servants wear white and the disowned family members wear white with the family's coat-of-arms, like Kara's dress."

Kara was dazed, unsure of what to say. Alura gently pushed the boy forward, "Kara. The Prince."

As Kara walked away, Mon-El on her trail, Alura continued, "Now then, let's get introductions out of the way first, shall we?"

The spoiled young prince followed the polite blond girl as she maneuvered her way around the huge mansion, his arms tightly folded across his chest. First, she walked into a room where it was filled with toys that were not suitable for children their age to play. Mon-El wanted to laugh at the Kryptonian girl when he caught sight of a baby boy at the side, clothed in a red swaddle with the symbol of the House of El.

"Uh, Prince of Daxam," Kara addressed him using his title, "this is my cousin, Kal-El. He is the son of my uncle, Jor-El, brother to my Father, and Lara Lor-Van, otherwise known as Lara Van-El, my new aunt."

Just then, someone walked into the room, asking for permission to enter upon seeing the two young guests inside, before hurrying in to carry the baby away.

"Wasn't that your mother?" Mon-El asked when she was out of the room.

"No, that was my Aunt Astra. She and my mother are twins, and she is married to Non of House Zod," Kara explained impatiently, although she tried to hide it and kept a straight face. Mon-El admired the beautiful girl's ability of restraint, as he knew he could not control himself well, "Where to next?"