Chapter 2

Nappa was hidden, unseen behind the door to the family kitchen, he listened intently; his surprise was lacing with skepticism. His father was squabbling with his mother, they almost always contended over serious issues, however this time it was different though. This time his parents, were arguing about his future. There deepening altercation was not about their son officially being ranked an elite; However, they argued over the fact that their son was called upon to serve on the kings guard at the royal palace. It was an honor that was never bestowed to someone of Nappa's young age: It had never happened before. Yet with the praise that came along with such an honor, there also came the discord. More pointedly from his overprotective mother.

Nappa's mother was unlike any Saiyan imaginable. She did not fight, nor did she care for Saiyan conquest. She never trained, never gloated, or ever uttered, or preached the word's of, 'Saiyan pride.' She had several issues with the king, and with her warmongering race. She despised the imperialist ways that King Vegeta adopted that ultimately, if not indirectly, caused the enslavement of the Saiyan race to the likes of Lord Freeza; now she would be damned to see her son become a protective standing wall of meat for, 'King Vegeta!'

"Banna i mean it now! There is no way in hell my son is going to be a over pretentious, indulgent, and power HUNGRY MONKEY. KING VEGETA WILL TEACH HIM THOSE TRAITS, AND TEACH HIM TO RELISH IN THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS!"

"DARA, have you gone Tuffle insane!? That is our king you're referring too. And this is not some kind of curse, it is an illustrious gift!"

Banna, a heavily built, slightly plump man tried all he could to reason with his wife. But Saiyan woman were always a handful when being dealt with. Even the kindest, softest pacifist of Saiyan woman found their own battles to fight. And when it came to Nappa, Dara would raise a planetary rebellion when i came to protecting her son, or his future interest!

"Oh, please Banna,.. Nappa is the type that deserves a honest life; working the farm field's at my father's estate. An honest life is what he needs, no battles! Nor does he need bloodshed, and he certainly should not be involved in any kind of worthless war!"

Banna shook his head closing his eyes with bitter disappointment. He sat at the small kitchen table feeling a cramping frustration swell within him.

'Stupid woman, never has anyone in our families history ever had an honor like this before. The only thing that would be better than this is if Nappa became a, 'Super Saiyan', or something. Yet you don't have the wise vision to see this?'

Banna pondered quietly for a moment as Dara awaited for his response. With all seriousness in his voice he began to all, but plead his wife to see things from his perspective.

"Dara dear, Nappa is not like me, or you. Ever since he was born he has been unnaturally strong. I remember your face when you gave birth, and the medic scanned his power level at 502. And now, at the age of ten, he's tripled that without showing any signs of slowing up. Your power level is 90, and mine is 157. We fall in that mediocre distinction between planet jumpers, and peasant's. Nappa is not a peasant Dara, and he certainly isn't a plant jumper. He's is true born warrior elite. And we are doing nothing, but holding him back here at home."

Before Dara could counter dispute her husband's rationale. Nappa walked into the Kitchen, an awkward silence followed with him.

Nappa broke the awkward silence. While doing what he could to speak up cheerily, as well as confidently, "Mother, i love you, and i always will. Father i love you, and i always will. But i think it should be okay for me to be the one to decide on what i should do with my life. And I'm sorry to say it father, but i really do not want to leave you guys, my family alone to-"

Banna interrupted his son finding himself unable to hold out any longer of what he hid from Dara.

"I am sorry Nappa; its already been decided. King Vegeta orders it on behest of Freeza's command for drafting a Saiyan army. You leave tomorrow ,or face me, and your mother being put to death by the king himself..."

Nappa shuttered. A freakish gasp escaping his lips at the horrifying ultimatum. His mother with mighty frustration slammed a plate into the kitchen sink protesting with all the maturity she had. "Those dirty rotten monkey bastards!"

Bastards echoed into the wounded bald mans consciousness . Dreams of the days of his past haunting him, even elites had their own fears, their own haunting nightmares, their own personal boogeyman. The nightmares always came when he was most vulnerable, The worst memories plaguing him consistently when he was close to death. But now Nappa had awoken, Now he was recovered , and now he was stronger!

Nappa opened an eye to see the brown lizard doctor of one of Freeza's planets: The lizard, the 'Condills', were a race that Freeza conquered in a time far back in the past before he conquered the saiyan's. They happened to be a race keen in making superb medicines, comprising mostly of genius medical physician's. They were the ones responsible for developing the restorative tank's. The tanks were miracles of machinery saving Nappa's life on more than one occasion.

The water drained from claustrophobic tank, sloshing out through the air vent in bubbly swirls. The glass window slid back as Nappa began to stir. The bulked out, chiseled man was now fully conscience. Removing his mask he strode out without a word to patients chair that held fresh clothes and Saiyan armor.

Doctor 'Helisper', finally felt it safe to speak up to the brutal Saiyan," Welcome back Nappa. I hope you have good reviews for me to go over today, Hmmm?"

Nappa flexed the new armored gauntlets in his hands chuckling ruggedly. "Damn right doc, you sure know how to heal suckers in those things quickly." Nappa fully armored sat on the table ready to hear what happened while he was dreaming, "So doc, what's the news on the space vine!?"

Helisper rolled his eyes at Nappa's sad attempt at humor, but wisely digressed. "Well it turns out Vegeta failed in conquering earth, in fact he's in the medical bay next to us healing from wounds that were just as. If not more severe than your own."

Nappa's eyes widened a bit at hearing of the sad condition his pride driven partner was in. 'What how in the world is that possible?! Kakkrot's power level was 9000, and that half breed kid along with the midgets power levels were not even close to that? What the hell happened!'

With that Nappa quickly exited the room running up to medical bay five, the room next to his. Opening the door Nappa caught sight of his prince in the third rejuvenation tank. There were two currently in use, Vegeta being in one of them.

Walking up to the glass Nappa saw how demolished Vegeta was. His wounds were healing, but he was angst painters dream for inspiration, he was a pulverized mess.

'Geese got your ass handed to you? Even with your tail, and wait. That's gone too? Man, You really screwed the pooch on this one princey boy. I got give the earthling one thing. They have now given me a head start for achieving immortality for my se-'

Doctor Helisper came from behind Nappa clearing his throat deliberately to get the heavily muscled man's attention. Nappa irritated swung around with a threatening posture.

"Don't get to complacent around me, 'Dr. Death!', or ill end you faster than Freeza nearly ended weak ass race, and destroyed your planet!"

The doctor deadly shook his hands frantically, with sweat rolling down his face.

"No, Nappa. There was one other thing, i felt you may like to see!"

Nappa grabbed the doctor by his collar pulling him face to face with him.

"And, what would that be exactly, brown beak!?", The doctor's eyes shifted to the rejuvenation tank at the end of the room. Nappa looked on it, curiosity out growing his Saiyan blood lust. Dropping the terrified Helisper harshly to his feet. The doctor sighed a great deal of relief as Nappa walked up other healing pod. Helisper placed the scouter he had in his pocket on his face, Scanning Nappa.

'Well, let me see. Nappa's last official scan placed him at 4,487, and now he's..', The final beep stopped at number that seemed unprecedented in comparison to Nappa's previous level record power level.' Whoaaaaaa, this is a incredible jump even for him!'

The outside of the tank was foggy, Nappa put his new green scoter on and began to scan the blurred figure inside. 'Well, kinda low. Who could it be?'

Nappa looked at the tanks controls for an estimate time for completion for healing restoration. The screen console roughly read 25 percent. 'Wait a minute 1,056 at only quarter completion?', Nappa with incredulousness ran his hand onto warm glass wiping away the hot perspiration revealing to who was healing. Near numbing confusion rocked him to his very bone marrow.

"Well ill be a bare ass monkey's uncle!"

End Chapter 2

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