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AN: So no confusion happens, King Vegeta here is our (CANON) Vegeta's grandfather, and Prince Vegeta here is Vegeta SR. AKA OUR VEGETA'S DADDY. Okey? Okeh.

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Chapter Two: Hard Work Pays

"Woah, Bardock. Who was that beaut you were talking to?"

Said boy shrugged indifferently, "I don't know. She just accidentally bumped into me." That was the truth. He'd never seen the girl before, or even heard her voice until today. She probably wouldn't make it to one of the elite squads. Pity, she really was a fine looking female. Bardock quickly emptied those thoughts out of his lecherous mind, returning back to the conversation at hand.

"Stop acting like Bardock cares about girls. If he did, he would've already fallen like prey for my beauty." The only female of the group, Fasha, scoffed playfully. Shugesh and Borgos glanced at each other, snickering quietly. She frowned. "What's funny?"

"Nobody wants to fall prey to that ugly face of yours!" Tora answered her question, making the previously snickering Saiyans double over in laughter. In return, the joker received a hard slap on his right cheek. Ignoring the stinging sensation on his face, he grinned at his comrades. Bardock smirked at his friends' antics, thoughts about the girl fading away. It was nice being around his friends after six, long months. His face automatically darkened at the thought of the fierce training he underwent.

His mentor, Aspgus, was no wimp by any means. The older man punched, kicked, and tormented the boy in all ways possible without killing him. Almost every day for three months, Bardock was on the brink of death in a rejuvenation tank. Unfortunately, once the fourth month of training hit, there were no more tanks for Bardock, since so many other people have been training also, according to Aspgus. Although, Bardock suspected that his dear old mentor was lying to him to teach him some sort of twisted lesson 'to help in in the future.'

The boy's strength, agility, balance, and stamina has grown tremendously in that six month period. The ki blasts Aspgus used to throw at him didn't hurt as much until, well, he increased the speed and strength of them. His reflexes and dodging technique has too, increased. Aspgus gave him no breaks, whatsoever. There was no sleep, barely any food or time to eat. Sometimes, Bardock wondered if he was really benefiting from all of this torture, and was it really worth it, or was Aspgus just mocking him to hurt his pride. Of course, those months weren't easy, but he managed. All in all, it's safe to say that Bardock was strong enough to go against his Prince.

"Oh Bardock, man, why the long face? Did I offend you?" Fasha mocked her friend playfully, successfully snapping the boy out of his daze. Bardock smirked at her, "Of course not." The female rolled her eyes and sighed, looking up at the sky.

"What are you guys' numbers?" Shugesh asked, curious to see if any of them would be fighting each other. Fortunately, each of the members of their group were too far apart to be put into any of the matches.

"Attention, fighters one and two, please step into the ring to begin." A spiky haired announcer yelled into a microphone. Tora eyed Bardock and he nodded, walking in the direction of the match. Everyone enjoyed a good ole' Saiyan brawl once in a while.

...

"Numbers twenty-five and twenty-six, please step into the ring!" The man announced somewhat enthusiastically, happy that his shift was over after this bloody brawl.

Gine shakily made her way to the ring, trembling more and more with every step. Tripping over a stone, her face turned crimson as she heard the audience's laughter in her ears. Quickly, but carefully this time, she successfully made it on to the stage without any more accidents.

Brussels came flying speedily to the stage, delighted and anxious to fight the 'wimpy' girl with no restraints. Gine couldn't avoid her now; if she did, it was automatic execution for her. The bell rang as to signal the fighters to start. The girl stopped trembling and bowed to her opponent in respect, even though Brussels didn't do the same.

Instead, the said female rushed at Gine, intending to knock her down with a fierce punch to the face. She wasn't expecting the latter to dodge at all, so when Gine did, a look of surprise was clear on the attacking female's face. She staggered a bit as Gine moved out of the way, to the other side of the rectangular ring, so her enemy could regain her composure.

"Maybe you aren't as wimpy as I once thought, girl. No worries; I will still defeat you!" Brussels smirked maliciously at her before getting into her personalized offensive stance. Noting that her opponent took an offensive position, Gine stood in her very own defensive stance cautiously and did not reply to the other girl's taunts.

Brussels took off once more, aiming for an uppercut toward Gine's jaw.

'Take a deep breath, focus on the goal. Look high and low, search for any holes. When you find one, stand still. When they come close, you hit and feel the thrill.' her mother's voice chanted in her head. Once, when she was a little girl, her mother told her to always follow the chant when ever she found herself on the defensive or in danger. In this case, Gine was in both. Once more, the soothing voice chanted again:

"Take a deep breath." Gine inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"Focus on the goal." she focused on the balled up fist come towards her way.

"Look high and low, search for any holes. When you find one, stand still." There were several openings in Brussels' stance, though, the two girls were still too far apart for any physical contact. Gine found a perfect hole, and stood still. Brussels seemed like she was hours away, but in reality, she was only a couple of seconds.

"When they come close, you hit and feel the thrill." Gine's leg shot out at lightning speed, hitting her enemy square in the gut. She felt a rush in her body and didn't let up on her kicks, even when Brussels had the air knocked out of her the first time. A punch in the jaw sent the latter flying to the edge of the ring. Panting, Gine took a good look at her, seeing purple bruises and blood coming out of her body. Before she could get up, though, Gine skipped over to her cheerfully.

"What..what the hell is she doing?" Tora asked his best friend, who also had a perplexed expression on his face. Bardock shrugged, still looking at the ring. Borgos groaned, "Bardock, why do you always pick the weird ones?" Shugesh snorted while Fasha and Tora laughed out loud at the throbbing vein that popped up on their friend's forehead.

"Do you give up?" Gine smiled brightly at Brussels. Her voice made everyone, including Bardock and his crew, give the two fighters their undivided attention. The latter growled viciously and attempted to stand up, but she coughed up some mucus and blood instead. Gine seemed worried, even though she knew what she had done.

"Well," she finally said, still concerned for her opponent. "I guess I'll have to finish this right now." A bloody and battered Brussels snorted, "And how will you do that, girl? You haven't defeated me yet."

Gine only grinned, quickly flicking the girl in the temple, knocking her unconscious. Her body rolled off the ring unceremoniously, signaling that the match was over. Gine floated over to the judges when they called her over. Many Saiyans applauded and cheered for her, as she surprised them greatly.

"Quick and simple, just how you like em'!" Tora joined in the teasing, causing laughter between the group. Except for a red faced Bardock, who was on the verge of blasting all his friends to HFIL.

"Gine, you have been admitted into Lord Frieza's army and do not have to participate into any other matches today. The skill you've shown today was exceptional, though, your carefree demeanor will have to be adjusted if you want to survive within this army." One of the three alien judges sternly told the girl. She gulped audibly, but nodded nonetheless.

"What about Brussels? Will she be in Frie- I mean Lord Frieza's army too?" She questioned, albeit shyly, as she saw the fierce glare's on the judges faces when she didn't say the Lord part.

"She'll either be executed or put in the concubine quarters on Lord Frieza's ship." The second judge spoke. Sensing another question coming their way from Gine's mouth, the third and final judge added, "She is a bit of a brute. She lacks concentration and while her fighting skill is satisfactory, she doesn't think or coordinate when she fights. To be in the army, you need to be alert at all times, and one step ahead of your enemy. Which is why you have been admitted into the army. In a few hours, we will have another meeting with all the winners so we can separate you into squads." Gine grinned at them and flew off, watching the other fights.

When she was alone, she let out a sigh of relief. "No dying today, Gine." she whispered to herself, somewhat happy. She could not help but be concerned about Brussels though. Sure, they weren't friends, actually the opposite, yet no one deserved the fate of death or a slave. Many Saiyans came and congratulated her on her win, telling her that they thought she wouldn't win. At least they were being honest.

She was quite sad when he didn't come and congratulate her too, yet she shrugged it off. He was probably busy.

Subconsciously, she wondered when Bardock would fight and if he would win.

...

"Go and congratulate her, Bardock!"

"No!"

"Go, before one of us goes to steal her from you." Tora told his crewmate, half serious, half joking. Bardock growled and bared his sharp fangs at each of them, his cheeks red. Having just been tricked into saying that the girl was 'decent looking', the unruly haired Saiyan was definitely NOT in a good mood.

"Go!" all of the members of his annoying group of friends yelled at him, poking him. Aggravated and agitated, a red faced Bardock grabbed the person who was within grabbing-distance and brought them close. The person just so happened to be Borgos, who was not so light in weight. Instead, Bardock dragged him close to him. His eye twitched at the amused expression on the boy's face. "..I'll do it later." the blushing Saiyan grumbled, flying to the ring where his opponent was standing.

The remaining four blinked at each other and smirked. "Hn. Anyways, at least he didn't say no again." Knowing who was going to win the match, obviously, the three boys and girl formed a plan to get Bardock and the other girl close. They didn't want Bardock to someday die on a mission without even getting a mate.


QOTD: (I love asking questions XD) Do you know why Trunks' hair is Purple? (or lavender for you insufferable specifics...KIDDING ) CAUSE I DO!