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"Rugu! Correct your form!" a voice yelled throughout the saiyan training room. It has been 3 years since the birth of Prince Vegeta and his bodyguard is now training with his father. His three years of life has been filled with combat training with his father and educational training with his mother. In fact King Vegeta himself had apparently commanded her to teach him to avoid Nappa taking over his education as well.

"Yes father," Rugu said with his cold, emotionless tone. He was currently wearing elite saiyan armor with the only exceptions being a purple cape and the signal for the royal bodyguard, a moon with light shining down onto a sword. His armor had the shoulder plates common for saiyans and he wore a purple bodysuit underneath his armor with sleeves covering his entire arms. His armor also had plates running down his arms and legs which provided extra protection without hindering his movement.

"Tch, you need to show more emotion sometimes," Nappa said with a scowl. He wasn't one for theatrics so he wore the normal elite armor instead of the royal bodyguard's one. "You will one day be the fourth highest in form of authority on this planet."

Rugu didn't betray any emotion on his face even as he internally sighed. The line of command went the king, then the queen, then the prince, and finally the King's General, which is the official name for his bodyguard. The King's General was usually associated with the King since a very young age so that there was little to no chance of betrayal. Nappa had been friends with King Vegeta since he was six years old, and there were multiple instances where they had saved each other's lives. His father had drilled into his head over and over again how he should be loyal to the royal family only, no matter what.

He just didn't understand. Logic dictated that he should be loyal to the strongest being, which would be Lord Frieza, but here was his father saying that if the prince asked him to kill himself for the good of the planet then he should with no hesitation. It wasn't as if he didn't like Vegeta… they actually were pretty good friends, but he thought himself smarter than him even if he wasn't stronger. Rugu frowned as he thought of all this. His thoughts were swiftly turning to treason, and he was loyal to his race above all else. He internally nodded as he decided on what to do while he was alive and in the services of his prince. He would follow any command that he gave him to the letter, but would give suggestions if he thought the result would turn out better, the means didn't matter… he was a saiyan after all.

"Block or dodge boy!" Nappa suddenly screamed out as his fist came crashing down at fast speeds. Although he looked promising at first, it seemed that Rugu was taking towards his mother more than his father. His power level had only increased by 270 over the three years of his life, but he could learn new techniques and fighting styles as fast as Frieza's death beam. He also was a genius in mathematics, science, and languages. Rugu looked over at the fist coming towards him and rapidly formulated a plan to counter.

He ducked underneath the fist by less than a centimeter then powered up a small orb of silver energy in his palm. "Gyro Ball!" Rugu yelled out as he threw the orb towards his father. Nappa just smiled as he saw the attack approaching him at fast speeds. This was a patented attack made by his son, he recognized that there would be many opponents stronger than him so instead of just a simple energy attack that relied on power he made on that steadily grinded on the enemy. It was more like 1,000 weak punches at once instead of 1 strong punch. Still… it could be destroyed with one backhand, which Nappa was happy to demonstrate.

He backhanded the attack and it steadily ground through the wall of the training room right into the one next door. Twin cries of "Nappa!" and "Rugu!" were heard from the royal duo next door. "Shit," the two generations of generals deadpanned in response before looking at each other and running like the demons of hell were on their tails. Of course, they weren't but Prince Vegeta was as close at it got with an orb shaped hole in his favorite cape.

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"Ow ow ow," Rugu whined as he rubbed the rapidly forming bruise on top of his head. "What the hell Vegete?" Rugu asked and ducked under another swing from the thoroughly pissed off prince, only to receive a slap on the face by his tail.

"Why do you insist on making my life hell?" Vegeta asked in an extremely annoyed voice. "First, you fly into the throne room during an important meeting to show me that you can now in fact fly. Then, you 'accidentally' dye my entire collection of armor pink. And now, this year, you decide it would be cool to BLOW A HOLE THROUGH MY FAVORITE CAPE!" Rugu winced during each recollection of his pranks towards the prince over the years. While human children could barely mumble a coherent phrase, saiyans had the same mental condition of a human 5 year old by the time they turn 10 months before they stop mentally aging as fast. This was because of their ancestors who's children always died from their stupidity until they evolved enough to be smarter after their birth. The only exceptions to this is when children were dropped onto their heads.

Vegeta just sighed after his outburst and changed the subject before Rugu could say something that made him even more angry. "Did you hear that Uncle Bardock just had a kid?" he asked.

Rugu smirked and said, "Yea, but we are way stronger than him. He won't be an elite, but if he becomes strong enough he could become a meta-elite like his father." Vegeta nodded in acceptance to the response. A meta-elite was a term created by his father about 2 years ago referring to non-elite saiyans who managed to become as strong as elites so were allowed to go on elite missions. Although they didn't get as much respect as true elites, they were thought of as heroes by their class and could gain an audience with King Vegeta quicker than anyone except for the elite class and higher. So far there were only a few meta-elites in the form of Bardock and his squad.

"Soooooo, you want to train?" Rugu asked with a childlike smirk. Vegeta sighed much louder this time at his friend. While he acted emotionless most of the time, especially during training, he acted like the child he was whenever he was with him. The only reason for him even acing like himself in front of Vegeta was because he knew that he wouldn't disrespect him or underestimate him.

"No Rugu, go practice your new technique alone or something," Vegeta said.

"But Vegetaaaaa, I just managed to learn Uncle Bardock's Retribution Spear attack and I want to see if it's as good as the Gyro Ball or Razor Wind."

"And that's why I don't want to train with you! The last time you were testing out a move your Razor Wind ruined my royal armor!"

"That was 4 months ago Vege-" Rugu was cut off with a yelp as he made a strategic retreat away from his fuming surrogate brother.

"I told you not to call me that!" was heard over half the planet away as Vegeta chased after his friend. Meanwhile King Vegeta glared at Nappa in the palace living room when they heard the yell that was becoming common.

"What?! That's my son, not me!" Nappa said trying his hardest not to laugh at the annoyed expression on his king's face. When he opened his mouth Nappa prepared for the old "I knew I should have castrated you to prevent another one of you popping up" or the "I thought it would be Frieza who finally destroyed us. But now I am convinced the gods will destroy us for allowing two Nappas to come into existence" but was surprised when his king did something he almost never did. Nappa got shivers when he saw his face… his king was about to get 'sentimental'.

"You remember when we used to be like that?" he started. "Before we took out the Tuffles and just went around having fun?"

Nappa nodded before saying, "Yea, but I like this way better. I mean we are finally feared and respected like we should have always been, and you are the king with me being your faithful advisor."

King Vegeta just sighed before muttering, "I swear someone slipped me something when I made that decision…"

Nappa just laughed and patted his king on the back before walking off and saying, "Well, I better go get my boy before he ends up dead. His mother would kill me if he was killed by the person I signed him up to protect…" Mentally, Nappa congratulated himself on getting away from his sentimental king. When he was like this he usually started muttering things about being tired of Frieza and rebelling. He would gladly protect his king with his life, but he would do his hardest to not let his king to go on a suicidal conquest against the lizard tyrant.

Nappa sighed as he walked away towards his son. He really did miss the old days where they were free with no-one controlling them and only having to worry about the racist Tuffles who treated them like monkeys when they saw them. But, if he told his king that, he would try to overthrow Frieza to accomplish his goal of freedom even sooner than originally planned, and Nappa was beginning to think even that was impossible…

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Rugu sighed as he began his least favorite part of the day, intelligence training. He has had a strict schedule ever since he was born that went line 5 A.M.- 8 A.M. training with father, 8 A.M.- 10 A.M. free-time and breakfast/lunch, 10 A.M.- 1 P.M. Intelligence training/studying, 1 P.M.- 3 P.M. energy theory, 3 P.M.- 5 P.M. training with elite/meta-elites, 6 P.M.- 8 P.M. dinner and political training, 8 P.M.- 10 P.M. free-time. Currently it was 11:00 and Rugu was just wishing that 3:00 would hurry up and get here. The reason he was so excited was because instead of training under an elite he was getting a sparring match with Bardock's oldest son, Turles, and then the winner would fight Vegeta. (I am making Turles the oldest in this series being 3, Raditz will be born in a year, and Goku will be born in two).

"Rugu, pay attention!" his mother snapped at him when she noticed his mind wandering.

"Yes, mother," he tonelessly replied. He learned as soon as he could talk that being his usual self would not be appreciated by either his mother or his father. When his father caught him trying to prank the king he couldn't sit for a month, though it did help his flying improved by leaps and bounds… He looked down at his paper to distract himself from his thoughts. He was already many times smarter than his dad and, while not very difficult, people were beginning to fear him for being such a genius. Currently, he was studying mechanics to be able to repair any of his tools, like his scouter or ship, should they crash.

But, even he was not able to magically understand the complex devices without starting out small. Even so, it was starting to infuriate him how he could not see how a damn toaster was able to work! He eventually just shut everything out until he solved it about an hour later. He put his pen down and was handed an actual dismembered toaster to fix. It was times like these that he thanked whatever god was out there, after he cursed him, or her he didn't discriminate, for fucking up enough to create Frieza of course. It only took him about five minutes to repair the toaster and was allowed to rest his mind for about five minutes.

He finally allowed his mind to wander to his last spar with Vegeta. While he had excellent control and strategy Vegeta had raw power and endurance. Their last spar resulted in a loss for him, but it was extremely close with the Razor Wind technique he used to cut away his armor and leave him open. Now that the technique was perfected enough to be used anywhere and even able to shoot out energy blades from any part of his body he was sure he could win.

He frowned as he tried to think of a boy named Turles. He could remember the brat coming with Bardock on a training trip and always complaining about his father not being a true elite when he was obviously stronger than the others. He promptly got his ass whooped by his father for saying that in front of royalty and not showing respect but it struck a chord in him. The boy had a point, it was unfair for saiyans to be put in a class because of birth power. It was also highly unethical, if a threat came the saiyans would send the elites to deal with it. But what if there was a low class soldier, and not allowed to fight until it was too late and there was a ton of damage to deal with?

Rugu sighed internally so that his mother did not think he was bored and hand him more work. He sometimes hated being so smart…because of it he ended up questioning everything that even seems remotely out of place. Oh well, thankfully there was more work, and it seemed blasphemous to even seem thankful that there was more work in bound, that would distract his mind from its current questioning attitude. He looked down at the blueprint of a microwave and once again started to get annoyed. On the bright side, he was starting to get the hang of this thing. With any luck he would have just as much talent in this as he did in other knowledge areas.

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"So dad, when will this 'elite' come here?" Turles asked his father, not bothering to hide the resentment when he said elite and getting a slap on the back of the head for it.

"Soon, brat. I figured if you are so transfixed on why I'm not an elite because of strength, I'll show you how much stronger one is than you," Bardock answered gruffly. A bleep on his green scouter alerted him to four new people coming down the hallway, and a crash and shout of "SHUT UP NAPPA! NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY I WILL NOT HAVE MORE KIDS FOR YOUR'S TO CORRUPT!" alerted them to who they were. He sighed as he heard Nappa remind the king that he had made it a royal decree to not bear any more children to Nappa ever since Rugu got caught pulling a prank on the prince.

People had cheered when they heard this, but that was probably because they feared Rugu. Hell, Bardock feared him to an extent and Nappa even had demanded a blood test when they all found out how smart Rugu was. The boy was, somehow, Nappa's but people were worried what would happen if Rugu turned his brain against planet Vegeta. Once Rugu was officially declared bodyguard of Vegeta, the people's opinion were swayed, but there was still that underlying wariness that everyone had of them. This wasn't helped at all with Frieza interested by the 'stone cold, genius monkey' and telling the entire planet so via planet explosion message.

Seriously, Bardock still couldn't believe he blew up that many planets to form a message from the explosions… He turned his attention back to the room when the four warriors walked in. "But King Vegeta… think about it. I'm sure the queen is getting bored lately and my son and wife could train him to where you have a warrior son AND a genius son."

"Are you implying anyone with my blood in them would not be a warrior?" King Vegeta asked, visibly annoyed. Nappa and the king began to argue much to the embarrassment of their kids and the astonishment of Turles. For royalty, they did not act very distinguished.

"Ahem," Bardock coughed to get their attention. "I am amazed as you two are that I of all people is being the mature one, but I think it's time for the children's fight."

Nappa and the king both nodded and walked to the upstairs viewing portion of the training room they were in with Bardock and the prince. "Hey Nappa, I feel like this first fight will be boring, want to go spar ourselves?" Bardock asked with a childish smirk.

Nappa flashed him an exited smile and led the way to an adjacent training area meant for larger scale battles. Nappa really did like Bardock, not only was he a cool guy but he was able, and willing, to fight him full force while still being a good training partner. The king sighed at their childishness and looked down at his son. "And that, my son is why I am trying to change the phrase from 'attention span of a kingyo' to 'attention span of a Bardock'."

His son nodded in understanding and looked on at the fight between his best friend and the low class warrior. While he originally even refused to call Rugu a friend, the threat of a prank a day instead of a year if he didn't was too large to refuse. He didn't know why Nappa insisted on a blood test, the ability to annoy the hell out of royalty was obviously genetic.

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"This is the day," Turles began as he looked at Rugu. "Today is finally the day I prove strength is the most important thing!" Turles stood straight and pointed a finger at Rugu, his tail swinging around in rage. "I will show you and everyo-" he was abruptly cut off as Rugu appeared behind him and grabbed the tail before using it to yank Turles off his feet and into a wall.

"You left yourself wide open," Rugu said in the voice that Vegeta knew meant that he was either annoyed or about to win a battle. It was cold as ice and as sharp as a saiyan sword and Vegeta had only heard it during their last spar when Rugu had almost knocked him out with a stray rock he had pulled towards Vegeta's head with a new technique he was working on. Without armor it would have knocked him out and he couldn't move upwards to take the hit without some damage. But he did it anyway and caught Rugu off guard with an energy blast that won him the fight.

"Enough," Rugu said as he walked towards Turles who was limp on the floor. "That was only a warning strike, if you weren't strong enough to soldier through it then I should end you now before you become an even bigger embarrassment to the saiyan race." This managed to infuriate Turles enough for him to abandon his surprise attack plan and jump up to blast him.

"Pulse Drive!" Turles yelled as he sent a beam of energy towards Rugu at high speeds. Rugu didn't slow down as he wordlessly used Razor Wind to cut the technique in half and raise his own hand towards Turles. He was caught off guard when another energy blast from the one he just redirected, or in other words SPLIT IN HALF, hit him in the back knocking him forward an inch but not doing much more.

"Hn, well congratulations," Rugu said, his tone not changing at all. He once again appeared behind Turles and charged a beam that he slammed into Turles' back. "You have managed to both convince me not to kill you and infuriate me at once." The blast threw him to the other end of the circular room and slammed him into the wall, knocking him out cold. "Although…to be defeated by such a weak blast is an embarrassment all in itself."

Right before unconsciousness faded from him, Turles swore he would become the strongest, no matter what to do. Even if it meant he would have to leave planet Vegeta.

Rugu looked up towards Vegeta and smirked. "Now then…" he started, his tone much lighter and excited. "Shall we begin prince?"

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AN: Well, what did you guys think? We will be on what I call the 'Planet Vegeta Arc' for the next 2-3 chapters. This chapter introduced Turles and explains why he will leave the planet soon. He will not be in the Tree of Might arc like in Dragon Ball Z BUT I am thinking of using both for something in this story. Next chapter includes the battle between Vegeta and Rugu and maybe a battle between Bardock and Nappa. I will also give Frieza a little screen time so you can all hear his thoughts on the anomaly that is the 'stone cold, smart monkey' (should probably get around to making a better nickname) well until next chapter Ja Ne! (don't forget to rate and review, it goes a long way)