"Italics"- Nameksuru (Namekian language)

"Underlined"- Saiyashi (Saiyan language)

"Regular"- Galactic Common (English to you and me)

Warnings- Swearing

Chapter 6

(Five years after Cera arrived on Namek)

"Get back here right now you two. Ryon! Go get your sons!"

Ryon winced as his mate's shout echoed through his sensitive ears, her accent slipping back into the purring undertones of saiyashi as she shouted at the twins in their shared native language. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his mate of four years and grin lazily. He loved to irritate her. He shifted slightly from his comfortable position on the large boulder outside his, the twins and Cera's home.

"Oh so they're my sons when they misbehave?"

"YES!"

Ryon shook his head and laughed. He took off and easily caught the two mischievous thorns in Cera's side. And in his side come to think of it. The twins looked up at their father, identical pairs of coal-black eyes sparkling impishly. Ryon frowned playfully at the duo.

"Kobura, Ōkami, what have I told the two of you about sparring indoors, damaging something and then running from your mother?"

Kobura swung back and forth in his father's grip, his tail swaying back and forth as he moved. A sulky, brooding look passed over his young face.

"To not to … but you never said we couldn't spar indoors!"

Ryon rolled his eyes. He wondered sometimes if Kobura would have been so obnoxious if Ryon hadn't accidently dropped him on his head that one time. Cera broke three of Ryon's ribs for that the next time they sparred, plus he had spent a month sleeping outside. He shuddered, that had not been fun. He shifted the back of Ōkami's tunic into his left hand alongside Kobura's so he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Sweet Kami give me strength … I said you could spar indoors providing the two of you didn't break anything; and if you did you were to own up to it instead of running and hiding with your uncles or your gramps."

Ōkami looked up at his father, large eyes shining damply as he tried to look as pitiful as possible. Ryon suppressed a shudder at the face he was currently getting. It was so strange seeing such a look on a face that looked so similar to his own. The twins may have got some of their looks from their mother, but it was Ryon they took after most.

"I'm sorry daddy…"

Ryon shook his head sternly at the younger twin. When was he going to learn that the pitiful face was only useful on their uncles? Kobura never used such tactics, preferring to take his punishment and then go straight back to whatever he was doing. Ōkami was the slightly weaker of the two and chose to use that to his advantage by playing the 'I'm so pitiful feel sorry for me' card whenever the twins got in trouble. Didn't mean that it always worked though.

"Nope, not gonna work mister, you both know what you did wrong, so go inside and apologise to your mother."

Ryon landed and gently set both his sons on the ground. Dragging their tails slightly the twins shuffled towards the open door where an irritated Cera stood waiting for them. The two adult Saiyan's shared a look, Ryon grinning at the tired grimace that graced his mate's features.

"What did they break this time?"

She growled at him, her well-feared rolling pin appearing in her hands from out of nowhere.

"Kobura put his brother through the wall again! That's the third time this month!"

Ryon blanched slightly and took a few steps back, raising his hands in an appeasing gesture. The last thing he needed was a rolling pin to the head, it hurt. Ryon knew he had to calm down his mate and fast.

"Hey honey, there's no need for that okay? Why don't I take the boys to see my Dad and you take a break? I'll be back to fix the wall once I've dropped them off."

Cera's grimace faded away, a small smile taking its place. She sauntered over to Ryon and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'd like that. Then perhaps we can spend some alone time together yes?"

Ryon pulled Cera close and gently kissed her on her forehead.

"Hmmm, that sounds … fun …"

Cera couldn't help but relax into Ryon as her smile grew broader. Five years ago he had been completely clueless about how to talk to a woman, then again she had been the first female he had ever seen. Yet he had been willing to learn and now here they were, a happily mated couple with two rambunctious sons living in what had rapidly become a multilingual, multicultural household. It had quickly become habit once Ryon had learnt saiyashi and she had learnt nameksuru for both adults to regularly switch languages mid-sentence. It helped keep their wits sharp and fuelled their competitive natures as they tried to keep up with one another. The twins had picked up both languages quickly as a result and had ended up adopting their parent's habit. They had also started to learn Galactic Common but Ryon and Cera didn't push them too quickly, preferring to allow them to pick the language up at their own pace.

CRASH!

The peaceful, slightly romantic atmosphere was shattered by the crash coming from the house. Both parents turned towards the new hole next to the door, irritated at the loss of the previous mood.

"Ōkami! Kobura! Front and centre … NOW!"

The twins appeared almost as soon as their father finished his summons, both brothers looking equally guilty. Ryon pointed to the hole in the wall and raised an eyebrow.

"Care to tell me what that is? Just after you were warned about breaking things."

Ōkami and Kobura shared a look and Kobura opened his mouth to speak. As he was about to defend his and his twins actions, Kobura noticed that his father's attention was no longer on the two of them. Instead he was staring up at the sky, a deep frown on his face. Cera looked up at Ryon. A worried look passed over her face as she noticed his lip had lifted in a slight snarl, exposing his sharp canines; and that his eyes had lost their rough spark, the ebony orbs becoming flat and dangerous. A low growl rumbled up from his broad chest.

"Ryon, what's wrong?"

His attention quickly snapped to her.

"There's something coming, I don't know what. Boys get inside … now!"

The twins ran inside, no-one argued with their dad when he was like this.

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The tall figure stepped out of the still smoking attack pod and looked around, a sneer passing over his chiselled features. He put a hand to the red scouter on his face.

"Hmmm, let's see now, where are you, you traitorous slime-balls? You should be somewhere around here if Appule's report was correct."

The scouter beeped several times as the unknown figure turned. He smiled sinisterly.

"Ah, there you are. I'm coming for you … Jeice and you … Cera."

A few miles away another pod had crashed onto Namek. The door all but fell off and a bloodied figure pulled himself free.

"Gotta find Cera … gotta … warn her …"

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Ryon flew easily through the clear Namekian sky as he and his brothers searched for the newest danger that now threatened their home. Ever since Cera had arrived on Namek the amount of attacks on the planet had increased. Ryon surmised that the PTO soldier he had kicked off Namek hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut after all. The Saiyan swore that if Appule was ever to return to Namek, he'd be signing his death warrant. He looked up as Royan pointed out a thin trail of smoke and the group changed course to see what the cause was.

When they arrived it was like déjà vu all over again. Ryon had first met Cera in a similar situation. As the damaged pod continued to burn Ryon landed and searched around for the passenger, eventually finding a badly injured figure lying unconscious just a few feet from the pod. Ryon bent down and checked the being's neck for a pulse. After a few worrying moments he managed to find a faint pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's still breathing."

Jek scoffed harshly.

"So what, he's just another one of those guys who were chasing Cera; look at his armour!"

Although unsurprised at his attitude, Royan bitch-slapped the back of Jek's head.

"Show some compassion Jek! He's injured, he needs to see a healer. He does not need you causing him problems. How do you know he's going to cause trouble hmm?"

Jek shakes his head angrily and glowered at the ground. He was sick and tired of these PTO soldiers constantly attacking his home. He agreed with Ryon that the soldier that they had allowed to flee must have blabbed, or at least pointed others in their direction. Most of the invaders they were able to intimidate into fleeing, but there were some who were either too confident or too stupid to get the hint and leave. Those poor intelligence-impaired morons usually ended up on the wrong end of one of the brother's punches, usually either Ryon's or Jek's and in all honesty, Jek was sick of it. Ryon may be a battle crazy maniac with a 'unique' view on how far was too far but he was not. Jek may have been a fighter-type Namekian but he still desired a more peaceful existence overall.

"I couldn't care less if he …"

BANG!

The brothers all started at the loud explosion that shattered the air around them. Ryon's face drained of all colour.

"That blast came from the house!"

Cliffhanger! ^_^

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