The others looked confused as to why he had them following him back to the med-wing. They looked even more confused as they looked at the traitor that he was dragging there.
As soon as they got there, he got into one of the cabinets. Taking out multiple drugs and different medical equipment.
"What are we doing with this slob? Why didn't you just get rid of him out there?" Spina argued.
He stopped himself from chuckling. This really wasn't a laughing matter. "How old are all of you?"
He could tell that they were all confused by the random question. "What does that have to do with this moron?" The girl said annoyed.
This time he did chuckle. "Well, I was just wondering if I was going to be doing this a little early, even though my brother, the princes and I kind of did it at a younger age. You all look older than that though."
He watched as one finally seemed to get what he was saying. "You're asking if we are ready to get our first kill." Brus stated.
He smirked, watching as they all looked at him in shock. "Once you get in your first kill, you may be able to use the same power that Prince Tarble and I can use. It is up to you, if you think you are ready, go at it."
"You really think that we could be useful?" Cela asked.
He shook his head. "You already are useful, but if you wish to fight by my side in the upcoming raid, it would benefit you."
They seemed to look amongst themselves as they debated their decision.
"Just don't take this lightly. You will always remember your first kill." He said, walking over to the man that was shaking his head. He was starting to regain some his cognitive functions. He sighed as he grabbed a syringe and started filling it up with a sleeping agent. The last thing he needed was for the traitor to get back to his normal levels.
He heard a couple of steps behind him and he turned his head around to find that all of them had walked forward. He felt himself smirk.
"Where do we start?" Brus asked.
"Where do you think you should start?" He asked, stabbing the man with the needle. They all looked really confused. He should have known that they would not truly understand what to do. They didn't grow up where he did. "A couple of you need to move him over to that table over there and tie him down." He watched as two came forward and began to start moving him over to the table. "Now I'm not going to tell you all what to do after you get him strapped down. It will be up to you to figure out how you wish to end his life. Think of this as a learning experience. Take your time and learn all you can about our anatomy."
They all seemed to hang on his every word, once again saluting him before starting on their task.
He watched as they all grabbed some of the equipment from behind him and he walked over and to the man. Over the years, he had perfected the toxin that he had used on Zera. Now a days, he kept it on him at all times. He figured that he could use the same syringe for this. The victim wasn't going to live anyway, so it wouldn't matter. "What I'm about to do, do not do this on a living subject. I am only using the same syringe because this trash will be dead when we are done." He filled up the syringe with the blue liquid and stabbed him in the arm. He watched as the man's eyes flashed open and his mouth opened as he let out a scream. "I know it may be a little jarring, but on the battlefield you will have to able to kill walking, talking people. You will have to listen to his screams and get used to them. Can you do that?" He said turning back to them.
They nodded.
"Then have at it."
He looked around him, making sure that none of the girls got too close. As much as he was excited about the upcoming battle, he couldn't get what Raditz had told him off of his mind.
As he walked down the hall, he could smell some stale odor. Going into one of the large rooms, he could see most of the adults had some strange kind of glasses. They all seemed to be celebrating the oncoming battle.
He wondered what they were drinking as it didn't smell all that great, but he was pulled over to one of the tables by one of the random males and a glass was placed down in front of him.
He stared at if for a couple of seconds before shrugging and downing it in one gulp. It stung the back of his throat but it wasn't that bad.
Someone walked over and refilled his drink, which he gulped it down again. This time he felt a little dizzy and tried to stand, resulting in him almost hitting his head on the table.
"What are you doing in here?" He heard the familiar voice, but his mind didn't register who it was.
Everything continued to spin as he felt someone take his hand and start to lead him away from the room. "Where are we going?" He couldn't help but laugh, everything seemed funnier while he was in this state.
"Goku, I swear, what am I going to do with you?" Now he knew who it was. Only one person called him Goku and would be this stern with him.
"Come on Chichi, loosen up." He said, trying to stand up straight.
She shook her head. "I can't believe that you went and got drunk."
"Is that what this is?" He stumbled into her knocking her against the wall. She blushed against him and he laughed.
She grew redder. "I'll get you to your mother."
She went to push him off, but he was feeling really drowsy. "You're going to be bride someday arent' you, Chichi?"
She froze up against him. "Well, I kind of have to have a someone propose for that."
"I'll make sure that you get to be a bride." He said falling back onto his butt and laughing.
"Do you mean that?! Are you going to make me your bride?!" She said excitedly.
He liked seeing her happy. "Yeah, Chichi whatever you want."
She let out a happy squeal, as she grabbed his arm and guide him to his feet. "Oh! I have so much to plan!"
She dragged him along and he was happy to see her happy. Whatever this bride business was, it must have been fun for Chichi to be so happy about it. And that was all that mattered.
He sighed. Making this many scouters in less than twenty-four hours would be a challenge but nothing that he couldn't handle. He had to make everything from scratch as he didn't trust Parle's original ones. He could just remove the tracker chips, but he had no idea what else could possibly be in there. She could have hidden something in them that he couldn't possibly know about. She was a crafty one.
As he started going over all of the plans and sorting parts, the door creaked open.
He was about to say something to Gure, but had to remind himself that it couldn't be here. She was being kept very far from him.
Instead, it was the girl of his brother's affections. Bulma gave him a smile. "Do you need any help? I'm pretty good at these kinds of things."
From what his brother had told him, she was proficient enough and he did need the help. "If you want, go ahead and start sorting the parts."
She nodded and started working with a speed that he had never seen before. "Are you nervous?"
He started putting one of them together. "Why would I be nervous?"
She continued to sort. "Well, you're all going into battle. What if you don't come back?"
He snorted. "My father has tried to have both me and my brother killed, he failed at both. He will fail again."
She smiled. "It must be nice to be so confident."
"As long as Vegeta is around, everything will be fine." He said, finishing up the first one.
He felt her looking at him as he started the second one. "The two of you really rely on each other."
He looked away from his work and watched her move around some of the parts. "What do you mean?"
She giggled. "Your brother is the same way. He said the same thing a while back."
He turned back to his work. "We need his strength and confidence. His presence raises moral and his words strengthen our resolve."
"While you're smart and prepared." She said, passing him a couple of the parts he needed.
He continued his work, even though he felt confused by her words.
"You helped him come up with the plan and you made sure that everyone would get on board with it. The two of you are a good team." She said, taking a screwdriver and starting on a scouter of her own.
He had never thought about it before. But maybe he was just as important to all of this as Vegeta was. Now that he thought about it, he was the one that urged them all to war. He was the one that made the rebellion while his brother was away. If he hadn't have done that, he wouldn't have the respect that he had before.
Hell, back in the old days, he had no respect at all. He was treated like garbage for the most part. But now, he was treated the same as his brother was. He was seen as a Prince of his people instead of a burden.
He went back to his work. He would continue to make them proud. Nothing would stand in their way.
He walked around the war room. Everything was falling into place. Soon it would be time to leave this place behind. They weren't here long, but he would make sure to remember it for the future.
He would learn from his father's mistakes. The elite class would be required to learn how to hunt in the future. The new elite class that is. From the way it looked, they would need to rebuild their society from the ground up.
He knew the fields had to be a mess and all the computer systems would have to be fixed. It would be a couple of years before he could go after his goal of taking over the galaxy.
As he finished his assessment, he went to leave the room, but was surprised to find Gure in the hall.
"What are you doing out here?" He figured that he would have to learn to get along with this girl. She was going to be his sister-in-law someday.
She blushed. "I wanted to talk to Tarble."
He rolled his eyes. "I thought we went over this. He can't see you for a couple of years. His hormones are a mess and the two of you are way too young to be mating."
"I don't want to mess with him. I just want to talk." She said sadly.
He sighed. "I can set it up for the two of you to talk with a scouter, but you can't be face to face until his hormones start to go down."
She seemed to perk up at this. "Is that why you can be around Bulma?"
He nodded. "I went through puberty a couple of years ago, although I wasn't the perfect gentleman when I started reacting to her scent."
She laughed. "You really think you're a gentleman? No, Tarble is the gentleman, you're the rude one."
He felt himself smirk. "Well, someone has to be. As the future King of this planet, I can't afford to look weak for a second. Our race is a proud one and I plan to keep it that way."
He watched as she looked down at the floor, playing with the hem of her dress. "You don't suppose that could show me how to do that. I mean with my own people of course."
He found himself laughing. "Why not, I have nothing better to do."
She gave him a weak smile. He could tell that she was trying to at least get along with him, and really if his brother was going to be ruling over her planet, she would need to already have a Saiyan code of ethics in place. "Where do we start?"
He rolled his eyes. This would take a while, but in the end it was needed. His brother's future ridded on it.
After that, it would be time to sleep. The last calm before the storm was upon him and he couldn't wait for it.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note
Just the final preparations for the battle ahead. I thought it would be nice to have each of the main characters doing something different this chapter. I really wonder if Kakarot is going to remember that promise or not? Lol.
