Vamirii: Hey peeps! 'Tis me again. Rraz45 gave me some very good advice which I hope I followed sufficiently. I like this chapter much better than last one, so maybe you'll enjoy it more, too. ^^

Hey, this is a little random, but... I've got a guinea pig (Panda!) who's kinda skittish. He doesn'tlike it when I pick him up, but when he's in my arms, he's completly fine, and he'll cuddle with me. I don't think I am, but I'm a little worried I might be picking him up wrong. Whatdya think???

Thanks: Rraz45, alysia16 (and all my reviewers!)

Kakarot whipped his head towards the front of the training room when he heard the door whoosh open. He was positively dying of boredom and in need of some form of entertainment. He hoped whatever was coming into the gym would stay his suffering. He easily, almost exasperatedly (and without even bothering to look), knocked Raditz's attack away with a casual backward swipe of his hand as his brother tried to take advantage of his eager distraction. It was the only sensible move he'd made during their entire sparring match.

Raditz growled angrily at his brother. What an ass! How dare he treat me, his older brother, this way! Just because he's stronger…! He clenched his fists tighter as he glared at his sibling through a black eye. Naturally, Kakarot didn't have a scratch on him. This infuriated him even more, but as he prepared to strike, his kin abruptly raised his tail, signaling he stop.

Kakarot bent forward from the waist as Vegeta and Frutia entered the room. His ears pricked slightly at the sound of Raditz kneeling behind him. Yes! Vegeta! I thought I was going to fall asleep training with Raditz! He straightened and grinned at the prince from across the room as three other women entered behind him and his mother.

His surreptitiously observant warrior's eyes quickly scanned over and dismissed Lamon and a small Saiyan girl around his age (which was fifteen), but did a double take over the blue-haired Saiyan. Oh, that must be one of the new human-things. He thought looking over his shoulder at the far corner where a low-class trainer was attempting to teach a group of human males. With that in mind, Kakarot studied the other girl a little closer and realized that she was missing the characteristic Saiyan tail. The information was stored away and quickly buried under the renewed excitement of the prospect of sparring with his friend.

Kakarot made to step towards the group when he noticed the significant look on Frutia's face. It was a maternal warning if he ever did see one, and it was telling him to back up. Kakarot had known both the prince and his parents since he was nine years old. He had been discovered to have extraordinary talent for his age and was enlisted as a second class purger at the age of eight, even though he was born third class. From there, he had grown stronger and attracted the attention of the prince (eleven at the time) who was joining his father on a random recruit inspection. The two had started out mock sparring, but the fight had grown in intensity, along with Vegeta's amazement. They had been friends ever since, although (of course) not even a stampede of crazy fangirls could drag that proclamation from the impudent young ruler (…ok they might be able to make him tell; we're crazy! ^^).

Kakarot also didn't miss the volume-speaking look on his friend's face. Vegeta gave him a meaningful glare, which he broke with a quick, sharp flick of the eyes towards the queen, and fixed his gaze back on him. Kakarot knew what that meant: "get me the hell away from her." If he hadn't have known Queen Frutia, he might have obliged him. But Kakarot did know her (better, in fact than his own mother, whom he rarely if ever saw), and she, him, almost as intimately as Vegeta. After all, however indifferent or permanently exasperated Vegeta seemed with him, both she and Kakarot knew just how close the two had become since they had met. Hell, she ha practically raised him as her own child for these past few years! He had certainly gotten his share of spankings from her after all the mischief he and the prince had gotten into…

Kakarot smiled wider and nodded at Vegeta. He looked towards Frutia and lifted his hand. She smiled back but watched him distrustfully for any signs of scheming up ways to separate her from her brat. He then shifted his gaze back to Vegeta and gave him a big goofy grin, feigning having done what the prince had told him.

Vegeta scowled at Kakarot's stupidity and crossed his arms tight across his chest. If any mother (Saiyan or not) had seen that stance, they would immediately put it to a child sulking over not getting sweets. But, he is the Prince of All Saiyans, and the prince does not sulk.

Kakarot let the shit-eating grin drop a bit. He was actually much more intelligent than he let others believe. He only let it show openly while in battle (he was not only strong, but also a strategic genius) and no one lived long enough to learn from their deadly mistake of thinking him a moron. He knew that it probably wasn't right to keep that from Vegeta, but judging by the prince's murderous expression, he thought it best not to enlighten him any time soon.

Chichi looked around the capacious gym room in awe. The ceiling had to be 1000 feet above her head and each wall longer still than that! Other Saiyans were at training stations everywhere she looked, although they had paused to show their respect to the royalty. In the center was a large fighting platform and behind it were four smaller training/sparring platforms. The two that were farthest back were being occupied, one by two identical, large-boned women, the other, by Raditz (her stomach clenched in hatred) and a young boy. The one with Raditz held her attention for a moment, for he was the only one in the room (besides her group) who was not kneeling. She had seen him bow, but was a little surprised that he was allowed the small liberty.

For some reason, she watched him a little longer and felt her eyes bug when he raised a hand to Queen Frutia and received an almost warm but openly wary smile. It was like watching a fond aunt greeting a particularly prankish nephew as he stepped from the schoolhouse. She blinked unbelievingly when he beamed gleefully at the prince (who looked incredulous himself), his furry tail swaying behind his blue spandex-clad legs (his breastplate was white and yellow) like a happy pendulum. This somehow struck her as funny, and she barely pushed down the cloud of laughter in her lungs. Must be the muq.

"As you were!" the prince commanded a bit harsher than was necessary. He then whirled on Frutia. "Well? Let's get this over with! I have better things to do than hang around and listen to you jabber on all day!"

"Like studying with Qwosh?" Frutia raised an eyebrow, but looked innocently at Vegeta. He didn't say anything, but his face told enough. She nodded and said, "Lamon, you may begin."

The queen and the prince stepped to a row of benches placed against one wall to sit. Lamon approached and studied them with a dark musing glare, her fists on her hips. The image made Chichi think of one of her old tutors, Ms. Priss. "Alright," she barked with a distasteful sneer after her perusal of their physic. "We'll start today with something a child could do." Another sneer and a thoughtful pause during which she jutted out her massive chin (the girls now noticed she looked sort of like Nappa with hair). "A ten lap warm up should be easy enough. You have ten minutes. Starting-"

"What?!" Bulma screeched loudly, making several heads (including the boy's and Raditz's who had gone back to sparring) and Lamon's mouth open and close like a fish. "Ten laps for a warm up?! Have you lost your mind?! And you want us to run that in ten minutes? Look how huge this room is! It would take ten minutes to do one lap!"

Chichi pursed her lips. God, Bulma, shut up! You're going to get yourself killed! Lamon stared almost comically at Bulma's hand-on-hip, classical defiant-teenager pose. Then she just turned and walked away. Chichi blinked and saw she was headed towards the benches and the queen. She gave her a quick bow (probably for interrupting her quality-time with her son) and began to speak animatedly. Chichi couldn't hear what either was saying, but the gestures explained sufficiently. The queen looked over at Bulma, blinking in surprise (Prince Vegeta in disgust), and turned back to say something in return. Whatever it was didn't make Lamon happy; she gave another stiff bow at the queen's dismissive wave and stomped back over.

"Five lap, no time limit," Lamon gritted out between her grinding teeth. "Now!"

Chichi and Bulma scrambled away from her and began to jog along the wall. "Bulma!" Chichi griped as they ran. "You have to learn not to talk to them like that!"

"And why not?" she snapped back. "I used to be just as powerful as that great ox!"

"'Used to be' being the operative phrase! I don't think these people would hesitate to kill you-"

"Look whose talking, what with you giving all of them those regal, I'm-better-than-you- and-I'm-just-letting-you-think-otherwise looks!"

The argument continued until Bulma ran out of breath. By that time, almost every person in the gym, Saiyan or other, was staring at them and they had reached the back wall behind the four sparring platforms. Chichi looked over at Raditz and the kid with him. Their faces looked alike (although their hair was drastically different). Curiously, she felt another giddy giggle try to surface.

Bulma wheezed along beside Chichi, her face red. Jeez! How big do you need a training room to be!? She was somehow able to notice a ghost of a smile on her friend's face as she looked at Raditz having a hard time with a kid their age. She would have given her hell for chastising her when she was the one openly laughing at a warrior if her burning lungs could have spared the air.

Bulma decided to watch the pair as well, finding it interesting that Raditz's opponent was so young. The kid was a little younger than her maybe, had a handsome face, and wild spiky hair that had probably never encountered a brush before. Her eyes roved over his armor for a moment and down his flickering tail. Seeing that ass, Raditz's face contorted in fury as he lurched around trying to land a punch was funny.

Bulma looked ahead and noticed that in the corner they were approaching was a group of men. Human men. They're training, too. As they grew closer, Bulma unconsciously lengthened her stride so she appeared graceful, and tried harder to control her breathing. For some reason, as they trotted past the other humans, she wiggled a little for their benefit. She was pleased to see (she had looked surreptitiously for a reaction) that she had caught the attention of some. She was even more delighted to find that one who had noticed her was well built and rather cute, even if his black hair was almost to his mid-back. He had stopped in the middle of his exercise to laugh nervously and wave timidly as she passed (of course his trainer wasn't happy though). Maybe I can see him again, and he can be my boyfriend! She thought excitedly as she smiled apologetically over her shoulder at him.

"What was all that?"

"What?" Bulma tried to sound innocent. It didn't fool Chichi. "Oh, that? That was nothing!"

"Uh-huh."

They finished the lap in silence. As they were about to start the next one, however, and angry Lamon stopped them. "You-!" she jabbed her finger at Chichi. "I know you can run faster than this one. No more running together! I won't have anyone depending on another!"

Bulma forgot all about their little quarrel, and from the slight unease on Chichi's face, apparently so had she. Neither of them wanted to be by themselves, especially surrounded as they were by all the super-human, planet-purgers hanging around so casually. They reluctantly started another lap, chichi pulling ahead with a glance over her shoulder.

Chichi turned out to be much faster than Bulma. She had finished all five just as Bulma was ending her third. Lamon had had enough of waiting so she yelled at the gasping, blue-haired scientist (who was bent over, hands on her knees, and looking quite enticing in her sweaty 'uniform') for about a minute, until she finally snapped, "And don't slouch like that after running! You want to breathe, don't you?"

Bulma pushed herself up laboriously but the indignant expression on her face came as naturally as breathing (if slightly easier, at that particular moment). She didn't even know it was there until Lamon's face reddened and her fists clenched in restraint and Chichi shook her head in warning. "Yes, Lady Lamon," she said attempting to be meek and almost achieving it.

When Lamon was back in control of her temper, she continued. "Now that your dynamic stretches are over, you will move onto static stretches. First your neck." She demonstrated the proper way to roll the neck, and they copied her. Then onto the back, arms, and legs. The whole process took just under fifteen minutes and every muscle was warmed up and limber.

"You will start every day with these exercises, and in that order, understood?" After their nod, she looked up sharply and shouted across the room, "Sitris! Oran!" Bulma looked where she was shouting to see the pair of women on the platform next to Raditz's halt in the middle of a punch and stand stiffly facing Lamon, like two recruits facing a particularly nasty drill sergeant. "Come here!" The two phased immediately before her. They both looked remarkably like Lamon (which is to say they also looked like Nappa with spiky hair in an ugly cut above their ears). "Yes, Mother!" They said in unison.

With a satisfactory nod, Lamon turned from her ogre-like daughters and gave Bulma and Chichi a smile that sent shivers down their spines. "Now, your real training begins!"

Vamirii: Ha-HA!!! Enter Kakarot! Watcha think? It was gewd wasn't it? How was the getting into their heads, Rraz45? Was it better?