It was about a month after beating Brocco that Dad told me that I had completely surpassed Mom in terms of power. That isn't surprising given what kind of person Mom was, but in fact, my Mom was pretty powerful for a former low-class warrior. From what I understood it was her lack of battle instinct or even any desire to do any harm that held her back from making anything of herself fighter wise. She was actually considered a waste of good fighting potential by the other Saiyans.

But Dad told me that it was fine that she didn't want to be a warrior, there wasn't anything wrong with that, but it just meant I would have to engage in more self-training than I would have before, as Dad would be gone very often to do missions and Mom was no longer considered an adequate trainer for me. This was one of those moments, and since no one was watching I had decided on how to train.

I would attempt to train my Ki Sense.

Well, I would try to attain Ki Sense, it just I had one issue right now. One major issue to this line of training, and she wouldn't allow me any rest. Peppa.

"Dish," I could hear her whine if I would open my eyes, I could properly see her face pout. If I looked I would crumble to her will, so I wouldn't open my eyes. "Dish, don't make me go get Gine."

I have had to deal with this girl ever since I won the fight against Brocco. Apparently, Mom was so happy that I had made a friend that it wasn't just about beating up that old coot, it was also about who gets to Patron/Matron Peppa. If I didn't hate Brocco, I would have wished I lost instead. But no, now, Mom's the new Matron of Peppa.

"Up," She grabbed me by the arm yanking me forward and slapping me across the face. "Come and get me!"

I would not take that blow without some sort of comeback, the girl already treated me like I was some sort of item to be pulled around over the past few weeks, constantly wanting me to fight her at any moment, always wanting to hang out all the time. She was exhausting and if I didn't take her down a notch here then she would just be walking all over me for years.

So I opened my eyes and found myself alone?

"Heyah." She came down on my back like a koala to a tree branch. Peppa clung to my back as I twisted my arms back in an attempt to get hold of her and throw her off my back. She kicked my left shoulder and used the force to leap back into the air, allowing me to finally get a good look of her.

Peppa was wearing her new armor, Mom had made sure to get her newer armor. It wasn't the newest style, nor did match my standard brown armor set, although she did lack the undersuit design that the elite warriors tend to have, Instead it was a purple color with single left should guard, standard leg guards and a pair of light purple pants.

"That's it!" I yelled flying after her. I went to thump her right in the chest, she blasted me with her right hand before I could enter melee range. Peppa followed this up with a spinning kick to my head smacking me back to the ground.

I kicked off the ground, smashing elbowing her right in the stomach and slamming her onto the ground. I gripped her arms and held her to the ground, sitting on her legs so that she couldn't push any leverage to get back up. That was when Dad popped his head metaphorically into the training area.

"Hello," He looked at the two of us. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything between you two?" He quirked his eyebrow up at me suggestively, I blinked down at Peppa who shrugged. I don't know if either of us knew what he was talking about.

"We're just sparring, Bardock," Peppa told him in response as I got up off her and we both got up to our feet. "You're back early, an easy world?" There was a nonchalance to the sentence that sent a chill down my spine. Sometimes the fact that Saiyans go out to Depopulate planets just drifts to the back of my mind.

"Just wildlife, not really something that should have been given over to my team," Dad had a frown on his face. I would have to do something about this.

"Okay, then how about me and Peppa against you," Peppa spring into a stance, bouncing on her feet and ready to move into an attack at any movement. I mirrored this action.

"Oh, you're battle hungry tikes aren't you," He smiled but turned around quickly walking away. "But not right now, since Toma had some free time I thought it would be a good idea for him to show you something."

We blasted off into the air to follow him, falling behind him while Peppa was giving a questioning look. I was confused for a second as she started to mouth at me, waving her hands about the place in different motions, one of them reminded me of a swan.

"Peppa, I can't read lips, what do you want to ask?" She bit her lip and looked at Dad's back in concern. Leaning her head onto my shoulder, the two of us still floating in the air following Dad, she whispered:

"Who's Toma?"

"Oh, he's a member of Dad's team," I answered in the same volume, not really sure I did but I did. "Toma's the second in command." I looked her over and shook my shoulder knocking her head off it. Then we bumped into Dad's form.

"So this is the new kid Gine's got you picking up," It was Toma's booming voice that brought us to proper attention. He was a wearing armor that's only difference compared my own is that it was a light blue. His short, black hair contrasted against the longer, spikier hair of the rest of us. My eyes focused in on the white band on his left arm.

"Hello Raditz," Toma always had a smile on his face whenever I saw him, from what I was told by Dad's other teammates he took credit for getting the two together, Fasha, the only female teammate now that Mom retired, told me was due him slipping them heavy alcohol. "Good to see you, little guy, how is your training going."

"Great," Peppa spoke up before I could, her energetic nature I took advantage so that I could talk as little as possible. "Dish has gotten really strong, now he doesn't flinch whenever I send a full power energy wave at him." That was a bad week. Apparently, her method of endurance training was to just blast you until you could walk it off.

Both Dad and Toma shared a laugh over this, no doubt finding this new fact quite funny, if it wasn't for the look of indignation on Peppa's face I would have thought that she was part of this joke. She tapped her foot impatiently on the ground until the two calmed down, she was the picture of adorable.

"Anyway," The blue armored Saiyan coughed, placing a hand over his mouth. "I offered for Bardock to show you, kids, a basic rundown on how to repair the Attack Pods," Toma revealed to me. I found this to be a great piece of info, for my eventual rebellion against the Planet Trade Organisation. "Let me tell you, kids, you may need to use what I teach to save your lives in the near future."

Behind him was a standard Saiyan Attack Pod or Space Pod. For several moments Toma went over the specs of the small ship, give off a number for its top speed and how the hibernation function of the Pod. It turns out that for emergencies two people could use the same Pod. Usually, children of my size tend to share a single one between two of us.

"And this," He pointed to the opened circuits of the Pod. "Is the tracking chip."

"So that goes and the Organisation won't be able to track us?" I asked him.

"Yeah that's right"

That was when I noticed that Peppa had done something really impressive. She had fallen asleep floating above in the air. This was something that I wouldn't let her get away with, if have to listen to boring Toma, she has to listen to him. Luckily I knew what to do to solve this issue. I slowly crept up to the girl, ready to take action. I jumped at her, and she moved to the left.

"Haha," Dad's laugh at my miss which awoke the girl, who yawned slightly crossing her arms over her head. "So I suppose I should tell you two the good news since you've managed to actually behave"

"Oh, a surprise for us Mr. Bardock," Peppa had turned out that sentence all sweet-like, it was so fake that Toma couldn't help but laugh. "What is it?"

"Its that you two are getting your first mission," Dad smiled at us with his closed. "I'll be accompanying you guys to a world, and together we'll be taking it out," He reached behind his back to a table, and he threw something at us, a thing for each of us. "Here's your first scouter."

We both put the device on so quick that I was sure that we had become Super Saiyan. I clicked the button on the side of the device, scanning the others in the room. Peppa had a Power Level of 450, Toma had an impressive 2,300, and Dad had an amazing power level of 5,200. Using the self-scanning mode on the scouter I discovered that I had a Power Level of 800.

That was when a click happened, with a flash of light following not soon after.

"Oh," I could hear Mom before I could feel her, as she picked me up into the air. Crushing me against her armor in a tight grip. "My baby is growing up, Bardock!" She yelled much to the confusion of passersby. This wasn't something that was normal for our race, this kind of parental panic that Mom displayed but it made me very happy to be born to such a human-like family dynamic.

She placed me down on the ground, shoving Peppa beside me and taking a few shots of me with her with the camera. Peppa had a confused smile on her face, still not used to the weirdness that was a Saiyan mother, but she would learn just as I had learned. Eventually, Dad put a stop to this.

"We're not ready to leave yet," Dad spoke up. "We have to wait for another kid, he's reached the age to do this but you might have to mind him, he's much weaker than you two."

I nodded at Dad, he was very mission oriented in a way that other Saiyans weren't. All for unit cohesion, there was no I in Dad's missions, he wanted to keep everyone he could alive. Mostly because he thought that we had a low population already, with only a few thousand of us we couldn't afford to lose more people because we didn't keep an eye on each other, Dad would say. Really I think its because he's a softy.

"Oh, hello there," There was the smooth voice that came over us. It was Turles, Dad's mini-me. His sick looking ashen skin just highlighted how much I wanted to thump him in the face. "Sorry I'm late, I'm not used to the area around here." Look at him being polite, the bastard. He looked over at me and Peppa. "Are you the ones that are coming with me to Rygol 7?"

"Bardock," Mom stood there her hands on her hips. She was cross about something here, got me kind of worried about it to be honest. "Why do you have a sick looking mini version of yourself?"

Good question. Cheap low-class warrior genetics, probably. At least I hoped I wasn't related to Turles.

While this was happening far away in the depths of space, a few weeks closer to the target planet than I was, there sat spaceship traveling throughout the cosmos. It was a unique ship, hidden within a planetoid so that none would tell that it was even a ship.

It was a cold ship, the majority of its occupants being from a rather cold climate. That was probably a good thing when it came to engine cooling if I was being honest, but here the cold only added to the depression that came with working for the ship's owner. He was a tyrant that was once unmatched in both his power and cruelty and, while one former may have faded over the years, it had yet to disappear fully.

For he was the Super Namekian, Lord Slug.

He was a member of his race that had reached a higher consciousness. A level that allowed a Namekian to achieve an even greater level of power than many thought was possible. At the time Lord Slug achieved this state of being he had been among the strongest in the known universe. Sadly time had taken away that from him. Now all he had were weakling underlings and a ship disguised as a meteor.

Why was his ship disguised like that? Because there were bigger things than Super Namekians.

"Lord Slug," the ship's pilot, a member of some other species that he forced into his clan, spoke up to him. Slug could barely remember when he picked this one up, but that mattered little to him. "We will be arriving at the planet in several weeks."

"Good," The words oozed out of the Namekian's mouth like slime out of a slug. "And how is the planet's defense looking?"

"Weak, your highness, we will have a little problem smashing through all of them."

"Good, good," The tyrant closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Commander Zeeun, ready the troops for their formation training, I want them to be a well-oiled machine by the time we hit planetside."

Zeeun nodded his head, his orange skin complimenting his horned appearance. He was also dressed not unlike He-Man. He was one of the strongest members of the Slug's crew, a dedicated man who truly believed in Lord Slug. So he walked out of the room, ready to commerce in Lord Slug's orders of having the troops practice military formations. Sadly for the troops, while Commander Zeeun was a strong warrior, he was also a moron of the highest degree. So these exercises weren't going to be much help in what they were soon to face, on Rygol 7.

With Mom and Dad talking to the side of the spaceport-Well, Dad was the one talking right now, mostly about how his face isn't really all that unique among Saiyans, and how he was surprised that she hadn't met anyone else that looked like him. Apparently, Dad knew six other people who look like him. Huh, interesting, probably means that whoever gramps was, slept around a lot.

"So, you're to be my underling," Turles had walked closer to me since I'd last looked at him.

"Your underling?" I quirked my eyebrow at him in bemusement. "That's an odd thing for a guy who couldn't beat someone without a five to one advantage to say."

"All that proves is that I'm of a higher intelligence than you," He smiled from the side of his mouth. Perhaps no would notice me killing him now, or sabotaging his Pod. "Anyone who can whip up such unruly boys into a fighting force deserves the rank of leadership."

"Peppa, give him the finger." She did so, much to Turles' anger.

"Let's get one thing straight," Turles grabbed me by the shoulder, I wasn't impressed and Peppa giggled at his macho display. "I'm the oldest here, and I've only gotten stronger since the last time she faced me," He attempted to squeeze my shoulder, I was really scared right now, really I was. "You do not want to get me mad, little boy."

Oh right, I had forgotten that he was older than me. You see, typically a Saiyan kid's first mission is when they're three and fresh out of the Pod, which means that they're too weak for the government to care whether they live or die. So they send to some distant world. The other way is when they're strong enough to raise in a Patronage, then their first mission is either when they reach a certain power level or when they've reached the age of 10.

The first was me and Peppa, the latter was Turles.

"Look," I grabbed his hand, squeezing it just hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break anything. "We'll be looking after each other but don't think that means you can boss us around. After all, I didn't qualify for this mission due to my age."

I could see his surprised expression that hung on his face as I let go. It seemed that Turles was under the impression that he was the only Saiyan that trained. How cute.

With that I left him in the glaring presence of Peppa, she didn't like him any more than I did, properly less than I liked him, to be honest. I walked over to Dad as he finished kissing Mom-eww, wish I hadn't seen that. They should be doing that in private.

"What you doing back over here?" He asked me, ruffling my hair. "I'm not going to wait for you to get ready much longer," Dad warned me.

"I was just wondering if it was," I looked over to Mom who had started to pester Peppa about something in whispered tones, something that left young girl red in the face. "Is it really okay to leave Mom on her own like this?"

He looked down at me for a second. I could feel him searching for words throughout his mind that would assure me that was a good course of action. Dad knelt down to my level, placing his hand off my head and onto my shoulder.

"You know," He started to speak in a low voice, so low that I don't anyone could hear me but him. "I had the same thought back when you were still in your Pod," There was a soft look to his eyes that I didn't see often even from this already kind Father. "You were so small in there, not even a power level of 2 yet, and I just thought you could disappear at moment's notice," He chuckled under his breath. "Or that you'd grow so fast in there that I'd miss you coming out of there while on a mission, didn't even take a mission until two months of you being in there."

"What changed your mind?"

"Toma came in," Dad's smile became twice the size it was earlier. "Shouting about how some guy named Onio was bad talking your Mom, couldn't let that stand, boy," I nodded with agreement at that. "But he was off on a mission, so Toma convinced me to go after him," He entered a thoughtful expression. "Of course that was a lie, that bastard, Toma, he just wanted me to stop lying about at home doing nothing."

"Oh," I was confused now about what this story was trying to tell me. I was thinking that it was going to teach me a lesson.

"But you know what that mission taught me," I shook my head in the somehow universal negative manner, here was the lesson, I thought happily. "That you weren't going anywhere, and neither is your Mom, Rygol 7 is only about three weeks from here, and when you get back, she'll be exactly where we left her, ready to mother you into embarrassment."

"Okay, Dad"

"Do you feel better?" He asked me as he stood back up to his feet, using my head as leverage but I nodded all the same. "How about you give your Mom a hug. No one who matters will care about you doing so in public." Dad shoved me forward to Mom, my legs taking over for the rest of the action.

I did the act without much thought then, catching Mom by surprise with the act. In the back of mind, I knew that I would eventually get teased for this later in life, but for now, I didn't care. This was going to be the first time I would be without in my new life, I wasn't sure that I wanted to go, but this was what I would have to do, to ensure that a better future was in store for Mom.

So we all entered into a separate Pods and blasted off to Rygol 7. Off to the first eventful Mission of my life.

Author's Note: I know that I said that the Blueman would be updated next but I couldn't help myself once inspiration struck. I am sadly a man controlled by his inspiration. Also any mistakes I have in this chapter, whether it be phrasing, spelling or grammar, please let me know of it so that I may fix it.

I hope that you all enjoyed this almost actionless chapter for what it was.

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