Brocco's Story
Chapter One: Second Class Cadet Brocco
Brocco was born in the Fifth Year of the Rule of Vegeta IIX. One of the few female Saiyajins that showed any potential whatsoever she was put in First Class training as soon as she could walk. Her teachers and classmates at first looked on her with scorn. Not only a female, but Second Class! But, Brocco soon proved that she would take on anyone, though they may be stronger than her, or have the power to have her executed, over a matter of Pride. She would show them she was just no ordinary Saiyajin female.
And that, my friend, is where our story begins.
Brocco rushed down the hallway, not daring to break into a run, but not daring to go any slower either. She was going to be late again. This would bring a strong reprimand. Most likely Shijin, her teacher, would give her a ki blast in the behind. Though it was much more humiliating than painful, she would have to put up with Vegeta's teasing and Nappa's stupid grunting laughter for a sevenday. She doubted whether Nappa even understood what Vegeta found so amusing. As the Saiyajin Prince had once pointed out, Nappa's toenail clippings were smarter than Nappa himself. Brocco ran in the door just as it began to slide shut and lock itself. That was cutting it close. Brocco fancied one of these days someone was going to get their tail caught in that door. She winced at the thought. "Second Class Cadet Brocco! Would you kindly step into formation so we can begin?" That pulled Brocco out of her thoughts. Using what she had learned so far as a Cadet she hid her embarrassment and took her place on the right of Vegeta. Ironic, Brocco mused, the right is where the Queen of Vegeta-sei will stand when the Prince becomes King. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks. Control! She had to have control! Being rather disciplined for a fourteen year old female, or just a female in general; Brocco pulled herself together, but only after Shijin caught the red in her cheeks. "Alright, now that Cadet Brocco is ready, we will begin. Until lunch you will be practicing the battle moves learned yesterday. Then you have an hour for lunch," "ONLY AN HOUR?!" protested Vegeta. "Yes Prince, an hour." Shijin continued. That was why he always had the royal brats in his squadron. He wasn't afraid of them at all, unlike some of the teachers. Undaunted, he picked up his dialogue. "After lunch Nappa will go to the water facilities to practice underwater combat. Brocco and Prince Vegeta, you two will go to the library and study the flight and control of Shajnat Heins. Tomorrow I expect both of you will be able to pilot one and recite the history. Leaving them to their work, Shijin retired to his desk on the far side of the expansive room. Brocco monotonously went through their usual stretching routine as she thought. Shajnat Heins? The small fighters that are used when the planets they are purging have planetary defenses. Flying one couldn't be that hard, could it? As for history, she would have to count on Vegeta for that. He already seemed to know all about Shajnat Heins. It would figure. If he's not out being crazy he's beating the sense out of some poor Third Class in the sparring chambers, or in the Palace's library. Maybe he'd help her with the history of the Shajnat Hein if she gave him her dessert at lunch………
Chapter One: Second Class Cadet Brocco
Brocco was born in the Fifth Year of the Rule of Vegeta IIX. One of the few female Saiyajins that showed any potential whatsoever she was put in First Class training as soon as she could walk. Her teachers and classmates at first looked on her with scorn. Not only a female, but Second Class! But, Brocco soon proved that she would take on anyone, though they may be stronger than her, or have the power to have her executed, over a matter of Pride. She would show them she was just no ordinary Saiyajin female.
And that, my friend, is where our story begins.
Brocco rushed down the hallway, not daring to break into a run, but not daring to go any slower either. She was going to be late again. This would bring a strong reprimand. Most likely Shijin, her teacher, would give her a ki blast in the behind. Though it was much more humiliating than painful, she would have to put up with Vegeta's teasing and Nappa's stupid grunting laughter for a sevenday. She doubted whether Nappa even understood what Vegeta found so amusing. As the Saiyajin Prince had once pointed out, Nappa's toenail clippings were smarter than Nappa himself. Brocco ran in the door just as it began to slide shut and lock itself. That was cutting it close. Brocco fancied one of these days someone was going to get their tail caught in that door. She winced at the thought. "Second Class Cadet Brocco! Would you kindly step into formation so we can begin?" That pulled Brocco out of her thoughts. Using what she had learned so far as a Cadet she hid her embarrassment and took her place on the right of Vegeta. Ironic, Brocco mused, the right is where the Queen of Vegeta-sei will stand when the Prince becomes King. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks. Control! She had to have control! Being rather disciplined for a fourteen year old female, or just a female in general; Brocco pulled herself together, but only after Shijin caught the red in her cheeks. "Alright, now that Cadet Brocco is ready, we will begin. Until lunch you will be practicing the battle moves learned yesterday. Then you have an hour for lunch," "ONLY AN HOUR?!" protested Vegeta. "Yes Prince, an hour." Shijin continued. That was why he always had the royal brats in his squadron. He wasn't afraid of them at all, unlike some of the teachers. Undaunted, he picked up his dialogue. "After lunch Nappa will go to the water facilities to practice underwater combat. Brocco and Prince Vegeta, you two will go to the library and study the flight and control of Shajnat Heins. Tomorrow I expect both of you will be able to pilot one and recite the history. Leaving them to their work, Shijin retired to his desk on the far side of the expansive room. Brocco monotonously went through their usual stretching routine as she thought. Shajnat Heins? The small fighters that are used when the planets they are purging have planetary defenses. Flying one couldn't be that hard, could it? As for history, she would have to count on Vegeta for that. He already seemed to know all about Shajnat Heins. It would figure. If he's not out being crazy he's beating the sense out of some poor Third Class in the sparring chambers, or in the Palace's library. Maybe he'd help her with the history of the Shajnat Hein if she gave him her dessert at lunch………