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On June 27, 2009 I posted my first chapter of A Half-breed's Life part 1. Back then I didn't know I would be spending the next six years obsessed with telling my own stories, created somewhere deep in my own crazy mind.
It's my six year anniversary as an amateur writer and I'm going to celebrate it with you all. Starting today with blasting off A Half-breed's Life 3: Cat & Mouse Saiyan Style, and continuing the party throughout the week, but that's still a surprise ;)
Thank you for being patient and for still being here. Thank you for your support and thank you for living through the journeys of the characters of A half-breed's life. It's been a rocky road and we're not done yet!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1. A Half-breed's Life on the Run.
"Heads up!"
An energy blast shot right passed the young saiyan warrior. The half-saiyan made a face, considering how much damage that attack could have done had Gohan been in its path.
"Be careful where you throw those things!" Gohan called, frowning at his comrades.
His uncle, Turles, shrugged. "It's your job to stay out of the way." He called in response before returning to his fight with Vegeta.
Gohan frowned at his uncle's reply but he realized he had more urgent problems to worry about. One of these problems was the man now floating in front of him.
"Getting tired already, nephew?" Raditz sent his young half-saiyan nephew a smirk.
The nineteen-year-old waved his comment away. "I will never be tired of beating you up." The young warrior attacked his uncle head on.
Sounds of fighting could be heard all around them. They'd been at it for hours and hours. Gohan figured they'd been fighting for at least a day, maybe more. Who was counting? They would keep going until they could fight no more. That's what he loved about this trip. They could literally spend all day fighting and nobody would complain about it. They had no other tasks to take care of. Okay, they had to clean the ship sometimes and they occasionally stopped fighting to clear the ship and make sure everything was in order before they would start another training session or a massive lunch. It was the perfect life for a saiyan.
Gohan was in his super saiyan level, easily punching Raditz off his feet. While Raditz was recovering from Gohan's most recent assault, Nappa attacked the young warrior. The two exchange punches at high speed, trying to damage the other as much as possible. It didn't take Raditz long to rush back in the match.
Gohan could easily take the two warriors at the same time. They could not transform just yet so Gohan was a lot stronger. He might be the youngest, but they had nothing on him when it came to pure strength.
"We're done!" Vegeta called after a few hours.
The others all slowly stopped fighting and they landed on the ground. There Vegeta handed out bottles of water and towels.
"Good job, everyone." Vegeta stated in a calm voice. "We'll rest a few hours, eat something and then we'll get back to it. Change your uniform. You all smell horrifying."
Gohan showed a small smirk at this last remark. What did Vegeta expect? They'd been in the same windowless room for days, fighting all day, every day. Nobody could smell nice after an affair like that.
He followed the others out the room. They all had their own room, which was heaven. Gohan was not used to having his own room, all to himself. Recently, he usually shared his room with his girlfriend, Katy. Not that he disliked sharing his room with her; he loved wrapping his arms around her frame every evening. She did not join them on this trip though, so Gohan had a room to himself.
While Gohan took off his clothing so that he could get into his shower cabin, he thought about the roller-coaster of a life he'd been living until now. Ten years ago, he would not have expected to be here, on a ship, after spending almost a year on earth.
Gohan was born on planet earth. Fifteen years ago, when the boy was only four years old, his uncle Raditz came to planet earth to recruit his younger brother Goku, Gohan's father. Raditz and the others saiyans worked for the Planet Trade Organization, a company that sold planets to the highest bidder.
As a baby, Goku had been sent to planet earth in order to purge it of any life and get it ready for sale. However, Goku hit his head, forgot about his mission, and was raised on planet earth as an earthling.
Goku refused to come with Raditz, and after a massive fight between Goku, Raditz and Piccolo, the two Z-fighters were killed, and Raditz decided to take Gohan as a consolation prize.
Gohan spent the following ten years in a training camp where he was taught how to fight and how cruel life could really be to young children in a man's world. When Gohan was fourteen, he was picked up from the camp by Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa and they taught the young warrior how to purge planets and how to live without the guilt caused by committing murders on a daily basis.
For a little more than two years, Gohan and his comrades purged planet after planet, murdering the inhabitants and cleaning up the planets. As time went by, the warriors warmed up to each other, and once Gohan was drafted for war, he was somewhat sad to leave the others.
Gohan spent half a year fighting for a company he hated, before he was tricked by Zarbon, another hated name in Gohan's memory, accused of treason, and locked in a dungeon, where he was tortured for information about his alleged enemy employee.
To Gohan's surprise, his comrades came to his rescue, saving Gohan from the dungeon and nursing him back to health while they were hiding in a large abandoned hospital. However, they were discovered and captured.
Gohan transformed for the first time that day. They all knew the legend of the super saiyan. The warrior of legend was supposed to be stronger than any other warrior in the universe. Vegeta always thought he would be the one to achieve the super saiyan transformation, but Gohan was there first. Gohan transformed, killed Zarbon and managed to break them all out.
Now, they were on the run. Frieza, the mean leader of the Planet Trade Organization, was angered by their betrayal and they were sure the man was coming after them. Therefore, they spent the last few months hiding on planet Earth.
This mission was meant as an intense training, which it definitely was. Gohan's muscles were constantly burning, mainly because he could never really rest for a long period of time. He did not mind though. The pain he felt in his muscles was a good kind of pain. It made him feel alive.
The young warrior was still rubbing his wet hair with a towel as he walked into the living room. Vegeta and Turles were already there, which Gohan expected. They were always quick, efficient with their time.
Gohan approached the kitchen, where Vegeta was busy preparing something to eat. By the size of the pan, Gohan figured the man was creating supper for them all.
"Need help?" Gohan offered.
"No. Go drip somewhere else, and not above my food." Vegeta responded.
Gohan shrugged and walked back to the couch on which Turles was sitting. The kitchen was an open kitchen, mainly just a couple of kitchen machines leaning against the wall and a dinner table standing near it.
Gohan decided to move to the window and he looked out, thinking about planet earth, about his girlfriend, his parents and friends. The young warrior realized that he was starting to feel sad. He imagined his parents sitting on the couch, playing a game with Goten and Katy. A fire crackling in the fireplace and the scent of hot cocoa was drifting through the room. They were all there and he wasn't. He could not be there.
Gohan felt a strange sensation in his stomach. A cold and heavy feeling. His eyes pricked as tears started to form, out of his control. The boy blinked them away and shook his head, but the feeling that his body wanted to cry was still there. What the hell was going on with him? He never felt like this before.
"Are you okay?" Raditz approached from the doorway.
Gohan was happy to have a distraction. "Yes. I'm fine." He took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" He countered, turning to his uncle, "After the beating I gave you today?"
"Don't overestimate your own strength, kiddo." Raditz smirked as he leaned on the windowsill with his hands. "I bounce back easily."
"Half-breed!" Vegeta called over. "Get the table ready."
"I thought you said you didn't need any help." Gohan called back.
"Are we being sassy? Cause I don't appreciate that kind of behaviour coming from you." Vegeta sent the young warrior a glare over his shoulder.
Gohan showed a smile as he walked to the cabinets that contained the plates and glasses. Raditz offered to help him and together they got the table ready for dinner.
During supper, Gohan addressed the problem that had been bothering the past few days. "Vegeta? I was looking at our coordinates and I noticed that we're rather far from the Milky Way. I figured we would leave the solar system but I didn't expect you to take it this far."
Vegeta chewed on his food for a while before swallowing and answering Gohan's question. "We had to leave the Milky Way. The planets there are pretty useless."
"How do you know?"
"I know everything." Vegeta grabbed his wine glass. "There are some planets we can visit near here. We can do some hunting, buy some resources, do some sight-seeing." The man sent the boy a smirk. "Why? Already feeling homesick? Longing to your mommies arms?"
The half-saiyan ignored the sarcastic jab. "So why are we still going on high speed?" He was not easily distracted from his questions this time.
Vegeta placed his glass back on the table. "We only have a month, remember. If we want to get anywhere we have to hurry it up."
"But… Shouldn't we be turning back?" Gohan placed his lower arms on the table so he could lean on them. "Or at least slow down or turn so that we'll be travelling back in a circle. Now we're just flying away from planet earth."
"Why don't you leave the flying to the ones who can actually steer the ship?" Vegeta suggested, raising an eyebrow at the young warrior. "Or do you not trust me?"
"I'd put my life in your hands any day." Gohan responded, tilting his head sideways as he met Vegeta's gaze steadily. "However, after all this time I learned to catch the signals when you're trying to keep something from me. I've had a lot of practice."
"I hope this won't go into the you're-an-experienced-adult-now thing again." Vegeta leaned back on his seat. "I think we covered that enough lately, haven't we?"
Gohan's calm expression nearly broke because of Vegeta's taunt. Not long ago, back on planet earth, Gohan tried to overthrow Vegeta by challenging the man to a brief fight for authority. Vegeta won, effectively putting Gohan back in his place. This did not mean that Gohan would have to stay in the subordinate position forever. He could try again once he was ready, but the half-saiyan knew he had to grow stronger, more mature, before he would succeed.
Gohan was the first one to break eye-contact, lowering his gaze from Vegeta's dark eyes to the plate in front of him. "Never mind." He muttered, grabbing his fork and pricking his foot.
Raditz stretched his arms. "What do you guys say we watch a movie before bed?" He suggested.
"Did you download that bikini contest?" Turles asked. Raditz nodded in response. "I say we watch that."
"Good idea." Vegeta pushed his chair back and got up. The man grabbed his plate and cutlery but changed his mind and placed them back on the table. "Half-breed. Clean up, won't you?" He stated.
Gohan looked up only to receive a wink from the older man. The others also placed their plates back on the table and got up. Raditz patted his nephew on the shoulder before leaving with the others. Gohan let out a sigh as he got up and started gathering the plates, glasses and cutlery.
Several hours later Raditz entered the control room. His eyes briefly scanned the room, his dark orbs lighting up when he saw the person he was searching for.
Gohan was standing in front of the control panel. He was leaning on the control panel, staring out the window.
"You didn't come over to watch the contest anymore." Raditz stated once he was close enough.
Gohan was still staring ahead. "I'm not interested in other women." He muttered.
"You don't have to be interested in them. You can just…" The man took a deep breath as he searched for the words. "… appreciate them." Gohan did not respond so Raditz stepped closer. "Hey, Vegeta's just making sure you know your place. You should have expected that."
A small smile appeared on Gohan's face. "Don't worry. I can take a little bullying." He said, lowering his gaze to the control panel. The young warrior studied the many buttons, wondering which button would tell him what he wanted to know.
"Then what's the problem?" Raditz asked. "What's keeping you down?" The first week into their trip everything was fine, but suddenly Gohan's mood turned for the worse. The boy became silent, staring out the window all the time, showing forced smiles in response to their jokes, and even allowing Vegeta to bring him down without putting up a fight. That was what concerned the others the most. Gohan always put up a fight, no matter how useless or hopeless, he fought for it. The argument during supper was the best fight Gohan put up all week.
Gohan considered answering Raditz truthfully, but he decided not to. "Nothing." He said instead. "You'll consider me foolish."
"Try me."
The half-saiyan pressed his lips together, considering the pros and cons of telling Raditz the truth. "I miss them." Gohan muttered after taking a deep breath. "I miss all of them. So much. Katy, my mom, my brother and even my annoying father." Justin was a good friend of his and he missed his friend in a healthy manner, but it was different for his family and especially his girlfriend, the love of his life.
Raditz lowered his gaze. He could hardly remember what it was like to miss his family, that's how long he'd had to go without them. He honestly did not want to remember how he felt when he just lost his entire planet, his entire family.
"You'll see them again soon." Raditz said, looking at the half-saiyan. The boy was just a little shorter than he was and Raditz figured the boy would not get any taller anymore. "They're not gone forever."
"I know." Gohan nodded. "I'm just not used to this feeling." He had to miss his family from age four to age sixteen, so around age six he'd forgotten what it was like to be homesick. He forgot what it was like to have a family and to be away from them.
"Can I… Do anything?"
"Not really." Gohan responded. "I think I just need to ride it out."
"I'm here if you want to talk." Raditz said. "Or complain or anything."
Gohan smiled in response. "I know."
The two looked to the doorway when Vegeta's voice sounded from somewhere inside the ship. "Oh, half-breed. Come here for a moment."
The half-saiyan took a deep breath and looked up at his uncle. "Round thirty-five." He said before turning and heading for the doorway.
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A few days later
"You need to guard your left side more carefully." Vegeta tapped on the screen of the laptop with his finger. They recorded their training sessions so they could study their own fighting style. Vegeta studied their training and made notes for every soldier in his squad. It was his task to help his squad members grow and evolve.
"Right."
Vegeta tapped on the screen and they watched the video until Vegeta pressed on the touch-screen again. "What went wrong here?" The screen was now showing Gohan and Vegeta together. The Gohan on the screen just handed out a major punch to the other warrior.
Gohan stared at the screen for a moment. "Something went wrong?" He asked. All he saw was a successful punch.
Vegeta used two fingers on the screen to zoom in on Gohan and made the video rewind a bit. They watched the brief moment but Gohan did not notice anything strange. He glanced at his squad leader.
"Your tail." Vegeta made the video rewind and played it again. Gohan now noticed how on the screen his tail tightened around his waist before he powered up and launched the punch. The half-saiyan made an "o" with his mouth.
"Do I do that every time I power up?"
Vegeta nodded. "Every time you plan on launching a powerful attack, your tail tightens around your waist. I'm not sure how long you've been doing it but it's worked into your system pretty well." He explained as he wrote something down in his notebook. "You need to get rid of the tendency."
"Right." Gohan wrote it down too. If someone worked out that tendency, the enemy could easily read Gohan's attacks and that would not be good. The boy chewed on his lower lip as he thought about this.
"We should have picked up on it earlier." Vegeta responded, frowning. "We let ourselves lose our focus."
Gohan lowered his gaze to the video. "You noticed it now. Better late than never, right?"
"Hmm." Vegeta pushed off from the table and grabbed the laptop. "You'd better do some meditation to increase the awareness of your body and its functions." He stated. "We have a couple of hours before supper and after that I want to have a collective spar. I'll tell the others to keep an eye on your tail during the fight."
Gohan made a face at the prospect of spending several hours in meditation mode. He considered it one of the most boring things he could do. Vegeta noticed the expression on Gohan's face. "Sometimes," he drawled, "we have to do things we don't want to do. That's life." He turned and walked away.
The half-saiyan scoffed. That was definitely his life. Doing things he did not want to do. The young warrior turned and headed for the oxygen room. He considered that room one of the most comfortable rooms in the ship.
The combination of the plants and the gentle zooming of the oxygen system created a serene sensation inside him. The young warrior opened the door and was surprised when he realized that he was not the only one who planned on meditating here.
Turles made an annoyed sound. "Can I never have a quiet moment here?" He complained.
"I'm sorry. I was planning on meditating here as well. Do you want me to leave?" Gohan figured Turles was here first and the half-saiyan had no right to throw his uncle out.
The man shrugged. "I don't mind as long as you're quiet."
Gohan nodded and closed the door behind him. After this he found a place on the ground, crossed his legs over each other, straightened his back and closed his eyes. The oxygen room was the size of a basketball field and it was three stories high. The two warriors were sitting on the balcony of the third story.
Gohan took a deep breath, focusing on how the fresh air filled his lungs. This was something he could really enjoy. However, his mind was plagued with questions. He tried to push them away and focus on his breathing. He even tried to let them run their natural course and allow them to fade away but nothing of the sort happened.
The half-saiyan opened his eyes. "Turles?"
"I thought you were going to be quiet."
"I have a question to ask you." Gohan said.
Turles opened his eyes. "Shoot." He responded, deciding that Gohan would only be able to really meditate once he got the answer to his questions.
"Did you ever try to overthrow Vegeta?"
Turles briefly sensed around the ship to make sure Vegeta was not close enough to overhear their conversation before he responded. "I did actually. Several times."
Gohan was surprised. This was the first he heard of that. "You challenged him?"
"Of course. I'm pretty much as strong as Vegeta. I have the right to challenge him." Turles explained. "I first tried it when I was only ten years old but Vegeta threw me down easily." He showed a small smirk.
"And after that?"
"Just one time after that." Turles said thoughtfully. "Vegeta went to the training camp for a couple of years and while he was gone Nappa was in charge of our squad. When Vegeta returned, I found it difficult to accept his sudden authority. Nappa automatically gave up his position to Vegeta. However, Vegeta was only a few years older than I was. I hadn't seen him for years and now I was supposed to bow down to some kid who was still a teenager just like me?" The man used this moment to stretch his arms. "I resented it from the moment he arrived and I tried to challenge him once. He beat me again. After that I was drafted for war and a few years later you showed up."
"The opportunity did not arise anymore?" Gohan guessed.
"Exactly."
"Are you going to try it again one day?"
"Maybe." Turles shrugged. "For now I'm fine with the way things are. Besides, we have more important matters to focus on."
Gohan let out a sigh as he thought about Frieza. The lord of the universe was out there somewhere. He was eager for revenge on the five saiyan warriors and their friends. The half-saiyan was aware of Turles's eyes, studying him silently. Gohan knew he was the odd-one-out in their squad. The others had been working together for years before Gohan arrived. They had an extensive history that started long before Gohan was even born.
The young warrior suddenly felt very foolish. Vegeta had been leading their squad since the man was only five years old. He'd been a squad leader for longer than Gohan had been alive. Vegeta dealt with Nappa and Raditz and even managed to tame the allegedly mischievous little Turles. Looking at the calm man now, one would not easily guess that he'd once been a wicked little creature. However, Raditz secretly told Gohan that Turles was hard to control when he first joined the others at five years old. That was one of the reasons why Vegeta decided to bring Gohan to the camp when he was only four. They did not want the bother of bringing up yet another annoying child.
Gohan let his body fall back until he was lying on the ground. He used his arms as a make-shift pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
"Penny for your thoughts." Turles stated cheerfully.
"Just a penny? You underestimate the importance of my thoughts."
"You're nineteen. Your thoughts are nothing more than babes, booze and sports." Turles responded, sending the young warrior a smirk.
Gohan made an effort to lift his head and sent his comrade a glare. The half-saiyan lowered his head back down and looked up at the ceiling again. "Do you think we'll survive the battle against Frieza?"
"Being morbid, are we?"
"Just realistic."
Turles shrugged once. "Doesn't really matter. All we can do is train our hardest and hope for the best." The man closed his eyes again. "So if you don't want Frieza to defeat you right away you'd better get rid of that tail tendency before we fight him."
Gohan sat up. "You noticed that, huh?" He muttered, feeling awkward for allowing himself to make such a mistake.
"We've all been slacking off. Not anymore." Turles still had his eyes closed. "Meditate with me, will you?"
Gohan nodded, sitting up straight and closing his eyes.
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"Alright." Vegeta cracked his knuckles. "Is everyone ready?" The others all gave positive responses and Vegeta turned to the computer. "We're off."
The light in the room dimmed somewhat and the gravity level was set on 100. The five warriors adjusted their bodies to the new gravity. The robotic female voice of the computer counted down from ten to one.
Gohan focused his energy and slowly powered up. He clenched his fists in anticipation. The robotic voice finished the count down and everyone was silent for a moment. The world stopped as the warriors stared at each other, ready for action.
"Four."
Vegeta's head snapped up at the robotic voice and he jumped in the air. The man extended his hands and started sending blasts to the others. Gohan hastily jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit by the energy-attacks.
"Five."
Vegeta stopped firing blasts and looked around to find Raditz. The oldest third-class was already powering up and tried to hit the others with energy blasts now that his number was called.
Gohan considered this one of their more fun trainings. They all had a number. The computer was programed to randomly call out numbers from one to five. When one's number was called, that person was the attacker and the others had to avoid getting hit. It was the thrill of trying to hit the others, the haste of changing from attacker to runner and overall the excitement of the game.
"One."
The half-saiyan powered up and fired off several blasts. The young warrior smirked when a couple of his blasts hit the others. He always managed to hit at least one of them. He was faster than the others.
After their warm-up games, the saiyans were spread out, exercising their bodies. Aside from the grunts, bangs of heavy equipment and pained growls, there was no sound. Gohan often asked if they could put on some music but Vegeta refused, saying that they weren't exercising for fun but it was business. It was hard work. And music and hard work did not go together. That's what Vegeta maintained but Gohan found the silent room annoying.
The young warrior tightened his grip on the ropes. He strained his muscles, bit his lip and pulled his hands down, lifting the heavy weights that were connected to the other sides of the ropes. 5001. 5002. 5003. 5004.
Man, this was boring. He knew doing these drills was good for him. They helped him stay in shape and one could not always spar. The drills caused less damage and were overall easier to maintain for a long period of time. Still, Gohan's thoughts kept wandering. He thought about his home, about Katy. He tried communicating with her through their bond but they were too far apart. Apparently, even mental connections had their limits.
"Switch!"
Gohan slowly lowered the weights down to the ground before getting up from the chair. He walked over to where Nappa was still sitting on the ground. Nappa made a face at the half-saiyan. Gohan was not the only one who disliked doing drills. Gohan watched as Nappa walked to another area in the room. There, the man wedged his toes under some weights before lying down and starting to do sit-ups.
Gohan got on all-fours while he used his tail to lift a pack of heavy weights in the air. He placed the weights on his back. After this he assumed a plank position and started doing push-ups. One. Two. Three.
Why did he count them anyway? Vegeta was the one keeping time. Gohan glanced sideways to where Vegeta was now lifting the weights on Gohan's previous position. The half-saiyan briefly considered asking Vegeta if he could ditch this training session but common sense told him Vegeta would never agree to this.
Several hours later, Gohan was kneeling on the floor, rubbing a wet cloth over the ground. After a brief shower, Vegeta ordered Gohan to clean the training room. They did not want to train in the scent of their own sweat and blood.
The young warrior did not look up when he felt Nappa's power level approaching from the hallway. "Came to gloat?" The half-saiyan muttered sourly.
"Not really." Nappa walked closer. "I was wondering if you could help me stretch later?"
Nappa was getting older and it was becoming more difficult for him to stay flexible. All the adults considered flexibility to be one of the most important aspects of their physical health. They could not afford to lose a fight because they sprained something by making a wrong move.
Gohan sat up. "Sure." He did not mind helping Nappa out. The older warrior truthfully told Gohan that he preferred the half-saiyan to help him because Gohan was more likely to want to help for the sake of helping someone else out.
Gohan's comrades all seemed to agree that no matter how hard they tried to corrupt the half-saiyan, Gohan would always have a somewhat golden heart. The young warrior was not entirely sure whether to be pleased by that conclusion or not.
"Thanks." Nappa knelt down next to the young warrior. "Almost finished?"
"I'll bet Vegeta will have something else for me to do once I'm done so I'm not in a hurry." Gohan responded, frowning a bit.
"Good old, Vegeta." Nappa said cheerfully, looking over at the bucket. "It will be over soon. Just keep your head down. Make sure you don't make too many dominant tail gestures. Don't give him a reason to push you down again."
"I know." Gohan tossed the cloth in the bucket and blew out a sigh. "Raditz said the same thing."
"We know what's best, half-breed!" Nappa clapped him on the back cheerfully.
Gohan made a face. "Could you stop calling me that?"
"Oh come on, you've never had any problems with the nickname."
"Yes I did." Gohan complained. "I hate it. Why can't you call me by my real name?"
"If it really bothers you that much then why don't you fight for it?" Nappa suggested.
"Fight for it?" Gohan grabbed the cloth again and squeezed the water out of it. He figured he might as well continue his work while they conversed.
"Yeah. Challenge one of us. If you win, they have to call you by your real name. If they win, you have to do something for them. It's common for young saiyans to challenge their elders for something they want."
Gohan raised both his eyebrows. "I didn't know I could do that."
"It was funny that you went straight for Vegeta while it would have been a better strategy to go for one of the weaker ones among us. Work your way up like everyone else." Nappa yawned, placing his hand in front of his massive mouth.
Gohan lowered his gaze to the ground. "Funny." He muttered softly. Yet another aspect of his recent struggles that the others watched with amusement. The same went for Gohan's wish to be accepted by human society. A couple of months ago, they were all still back on earth. There, Gohan tried everything to commit to the human life. He attended school, did his homework, joined a basketball team and went out with human friends. Aside from that he tried to behave and dress like a human, much to the amusement of his comrades. They even created a hologram picture of Gohan in a black-tie outfit, which was happily standing on the window sill in the common room.
"You should try asking us for advice." Nappa suggested. "You might be an adult but you still have a lot to learn when it comes to saiyan traditions. It would not hurt to ask us something once in a while."
Gohan gave a slow shrug. "I didn't realize."
"Common mistake. You would think that by defeating the strongest of us, the others will automatically adjust and do as you say, but it's not that easy." Nappa explained. "Start low. Be careful. You're young. You still have all the time in the world."
"Ah, I was wondering why this was taking you so long." Vegeta's voice interrupted their conversation and they both looked up. "Nappa is distracting you."
"Guilty as charged!" Nappa responded cheerfully.
"Well, then you can help him if you're so eager to spend time with the boy." Vegeta crossed his arms over each other. "Hurry it up. I want to call a meeting soon and I'd rather you finish this before we meet."
"What about?" Gohan asked curiously.
"A planet is close. We can go there to earn some money." Vegeta responded. The man studied the floor for signs of dirt. "We're low on money and we have to be able to buy rations soon."
"Earn money?" Gohan asked, raising an eyebrow. "How are we going to earn money?"
"Easy." Vegeta's smirk told Gohan that the man was planning some devious. "We'll rob the richest families on the planet."
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The young warrior crossed his arms over each other to stop his hands from shaking. "You can fly the ship, right?" He asked, looking to Turles. His uncle nodded slowly. "Can you teach me?"
Turles did not return his glance. "Later. We have to go." He stated. "We have a planet to rob." The man smacked on Gohan's shoulder before walked over to the others.
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"You know how to fly a ship, right?" Gohan asked, smiling innocently.
"I have some basic knowledge." Raditz looked rather uncomfortable, which made Gohan wonder why.
"Can you teach me?"
"Maybe when we get back to the ship." Raditz responded vaguely. "We should focus on the mission for now."
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"Stop harassing the others with stupid questions." Vegeta ordered.
"Stupid questions? I need to learn how to fly a ship. Everyone else here knows how to and I don't." Gohan complained.
"Exactly. Everyone else knows how to fly a ship so you don't have to know." Vegeta responded. The man eyed their surroundings. "It's a waste of your time."
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Gohan grabbed the bag and turned to the doorway. He showed a surprised expression when a somewhat older woman got in his way. Gohan gave one look at her expensive clothing and concluded that she was another daughter of the owner of this castle. However, this one was ready to fight… with a small glowing tube?
The woman pressed on a button in the middle of the tube and two glowing beams erupted from the middle area, which instantly turned white. Gohan made an impressed "o" with his mind. "Oh, Katy would love to have that." He muttered to himself.
The half-saiyan grinned as he stepped closer to her and motioned for the woman to attack him.
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The full-blooded warrior studied the half-saiyan for a moment before turning to the young warrior fully. The man's tail lashed behind him and followed a similar pattern to Gohan's tail.
Gohan's tail gave a brief push upwards. Turles laughed in response, shaking his head afterwards. "Get lost, kid." He said, waving the young warrior away.
Gohan repeated the movement, the tip of his tail pointing upwards to the ceiling. Turles's smile disappeared from his face. "Maybe I should call Vegeta and let him help me show you what happens to children who make too dominant tail gestures for their own good."
"Can't handle me on your own?" Gohan responded, smirking at the man.
Turles eyed Gohan's tail. "Half-breed…"
"I want you to stop calling me that." Gohan interrupted. "I challenge you for my name. If I win, you will call me by my real name."
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"Morning." Gohan approached the man, studying Raditz's form in the push-up. The man's form was perfect, which meant the man just started. He was not exhausted into a terrible form just yet.
"Something the matter?"
"Yeah. Something is very much the matter." Gohan responded. Raditz noticed the hostility in Gohan's voice. The man stopped his push-ups and placed his knees on the ground so he could look up at his nephew.
"When were you planning on telling me that our trip is going to take a little longer than one month?"
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Until next time!