He leant down to take a drink of water, his throat parched from such an exhausting day of work. Well, training at least. He had never felt so thirsty in all his life, but he grinned despite the rough feeling in the back of his throat. He knew that that meant that he had had a successful day with his training, pushing himself to the limits in the forest. After all, training in the GR was good and all, but it was so wide and spacious it didn't give the feel of being the forest with objects standing in one's way.
He was so engulfed in his task of gaining moisture that he failed to notice three hooded figures standing in the shadows of the forest, their ki kept low to avoid detection. They watched him silently, only communicating through telepathy.
"He looks promising," the large one thought, the deep indigo cape barely covering her big breasts.
"I say so too," added the other, slightly smaller and cloaked in a deep emerald cape. "He seems to take on the submissive role." The large one turned her head up to the trees and scowled.
"He shouldn't be submissive!" she hissed in thought. "He's the Saiya-jin no Ouji! He's a prince!"
"Regardless of whether he is the Saiya-jin no Ouji or not," came the third's voice, she being a lot smaller than the other two, yet much older, a deep black cloak hiding her. "It is only he and the third class Saiya-jin." She paused, thinking. "Well, that's no entirely true. There is the other hanyou, the son of the third class…" The indigo one glare down at her now.
"Don't even think about it," she growled. "He doesn't need a hanyou…"
"All the same, both are potential candidates for our study," the green one spoke up. "Who knows," she shrugged. "Maybe it could be better for future generations?" The indigo one remained unmoved.
"How can that hanyou affect the future positively?!" she argued.
"Be that as it may," the black one interrupted. "He is the only one of his kind. It's up to either of them to decide the fate of the Saiya-jin race. Besides," she gave her tall friend a smirk. "Would be so bad to have a planet full of beings with three-quarters of pure Saiya-jin blood coursing through their veins?"
"Yes, it would!" she snapped, crossing her arms and turning her head to one side. The green one sighed.
"Oh, Doku-san," she sighed. "You're such a purity freak."
"Well, enough of this banter," the black one quickly spoke up before her indigo cloaked friend had time to retort. "Let's just do what we came here to do and hope that it all goes for the best." She glanced over at her indigo friend. "That means he will be the one to rear offspring, whether you like it not, Doku!" She growled and held her arms even tighter. "He is the only of his kind left to do so, so stop arguing! And Han-san," she said, looking up to her friend in the trees. "Stop feeling for the Namek's ki. He's not in this region." Her green friend let out a mental groan of disappointment. "Now let's do what we came here to do. Everybody ready?"
"Hai!"
"Yoshi! Then let's do it!"
Vegeta's head quickly snapped up as he heard the crunch of twigs coming from the opposite bank from where he was drinking.
"Who's there?" he snapped, feeling more than slightly nervous. For some reason, he didn't know why, he felt very uneasy. He knew that that the snapping of twigs could mean that there's a docile deer nearby, or maybe a small squirrel. But he could not help but feel very nervous.
Standing up to his full height, Vegeta gazed all around him, his senses heightening to their peak as he tried to find out what was making his hair stand on end. Er…not the hair on his head, though…
Suddenly, there was a rustle behind him. Snapping around quickly, he glared at the noisy bushes, only to find that they had now been stilled.
There's someone out there, he thought to himself.
"You are very right." Said a childish voice in his ear.
Vegeta whisked around to see two bright ruby eyes staring into his own obsidian pair. She whisked her ink black cape up and soon…
…everything was black.