Dragon Ball: Governed

Chapter 25

"Favor for a friend"

Most Saiyans didn't care at all for their kids. Food and battle was higher on the priority list than caring and even thinking about one's own child. That's how most of the higher-ranking soldiers of the Saiyan Army were, anyway.

Selypa wasn't one of those people, though. She took pride in the fact that she had beaten the odds stacked against her and became one of the best of the best of the Saiyan race. As disappointing as it was for her own son to be considered a lower-class warrior, she wanted something else to take pride in before she had been removed from the Universe. She desired to see her young boy grow into a promising warrior before her life was to be inevitably taken.

Taro was yet to check out as an official combatant but it'd only be a matter of time before he did indeed get promoted. He just had one year left to prove himself. That was more than enough time to get him prepared, despite the fact that Selypa spent most her days working under the King.

The doors to the throne room had opened. There was Ail, Vegeta's butler, to report the presence of a reporter. "An update regarding the soldiers and their performance of Planet Ino, sire."

A lower-class Saiyan who keeps track of completed missions hastily walked up a bit before stopping and bowing before the King. "Your majesty, a band of low-class soldiers that were meant to conquer Planet Ino have all been found dead not long ago."

King Vegeta looked around. His eyes batted from person to person of all the warriors lined up before him. In moments like these, when certified low-class upper ranking combatants weren't capable of conquering a certain world, then it meant that the inhabitants were either smarter or stronger than the data had showed. Regardless, moments like these called for the action of middle-class warriors.

After thinking about whom he'd prefer to take on the mission, Vegeta filled the silence. "Bardock, Totapo, and Pumbukin will all go to take care of the problem."

"You believe three soldiers will be enough?" Pumbukin asked the man.

King Vegeta nodded his head. "Before I make a decision, I am always sure to calculate if it's appropriate or not before hand. So trust my choice of action; three soldiers of your caliber is adequate."

"Wise decision," Bardock said. "We don't need to dispatch nearly half of our peers. We three are equal to two entire low-class teams combined. We can handle it." He then looked over to Toma, who rolled his eyes. Had he been put on as well, it would have been just like old times, but the man would more than likely be called to go and train some more children.

"That's the attitude," King Vegeta said. "Now carry on."

While watching them leave, Selypa figured that this was the perfect time to take action herself. She just silently prayed that a window of opportunity would allow her to leave the palace so that she could catch the three in time.

Bardock, Totapo, and Pumbukin all made sure to get rations before they headed off to the landing site. They walked over to their assigned ship, which had already been ready for them before they even left the throne room.

"Planet Ino, huh?" Pumbukin said as he munched on a piece of jerky. "I wonder if these people are really all that worth fighting."

"If it takes us then they gotta be," Totapo remarked.

"Same thing I was thinking," Bardock chimed in. The three all set the bags down on the ground. Pumbukin hopped on top of the ship as Totapo hopped inside so that he could catch the bag that Pumbukin dropped down from Bardock, who would throw them while outside.

"Gotta say," Pumbukin said as he caught a bag, "I figured we'd be going out a lot more since we've been promoted."

Bardock responded after tossing another bag over to Pumbukin. "Think about it; challenging assignments are going to be harder to come by the stronger we get. Notice how we only take missions that others have failed to accomplish. We're sent in to take care of the ones stronger than expected because we're above the average. And even then, the ones we take care of aren't often that powerful anyway."

Pumbukin couldn't make an argument with Bardock. "Good point." After tossing in the last bag, the big Saiyan turned around to see a familiar friend closing in on them. He chuckled a bit before notifying his peers. "Well, look at who's coming."

Totapo hopped from inside the ship after organizing all the bags and looked off as well.

"Selypa," Bardock muttered.

The woman came to a stop with her flight and remained hovering in the air. She looked down at Bardock, then to the other two before speaking to all three. "I need a favor from you guys."

"What?" Pumbukin asked. "Did the King really let you leave waiting duty just to ask a favor from us?"

Selypa scoffed. "Of course not. I'd have to grope his tail just to get on his good side and I don't have time for shenanigans. I actually got called out here to take care of a little problem; some hungry kid jumped on a shipment full of food and caused a ruckus. I decided that I could come to you guys and ask for a favor before I headed back inside."

Bardock, curious, asks what she wants. "And...what is this favor?"

"I want you all to bring my son Taro on the mission with you."

Totapo remained with a blank face and looked to Pumbukin, who had his shoulders shrugged as he looked at Bardock. The scarred Saiyan crossed his arms before deciding to be the one to respond. "You realize that the kid isn't a certified combatant right now. This could bring us in serious trouble by bringing him on board without proper authorization."

"You think I don't know that? And that's only if you get caught."

Bardock sighed. Selypa wasn't actually asking for a favor, but more so demanding it. He knew his comrades better than they knew themselves and with Selypa, the word no simply wasn't something she grew quite fond of. Seeing no other way, Bardock goes with it. "But I know how much this means to you. I also see this as the only way to eventually knock some sense into Toma. It's better to be proud of your son than disgusted by him."

"Man, I don't know, though," Pumbukin said. "He's still just a kid."

"Not just a kid," Selypa responded, "but my kid. Besides, I've been training him and whenever I'm not training him, he's training himself. The boy's growing strong but nobody wants to give him the time of day just simply because he was born with a power-level of six. We have to bring attention to him somehow, don't we?"

"She makes a fine argument," Totapo remarked.

"We'll make sure to look after the kid," Bardock spoke up. "After we conquer Planet Ino, we'll see some other missions we can find on the way back to take care of so that we have more time to show him the ropes."

This brought a big smile to Selypa's face. "Now that's what I like to hear! He lives where we all used to hang out back in the day when we were little." Without sharing another word, the woman shot off into the direction of the Saiyan palace. She had managed to get what she wanted, so there was no more room for conversation. Besides, she didn't want to keep the king waiting, either.

"That woman," Pumbukin snorted. "Sure knows how to get her way."

"Yeah, you're telling me…" Bardock scoffed.

At the peak of Planet Vegeta's heat, Saiyans either preferred to get their sweat on or stay inside and relax. The eleven year old boy named Taro knew that he couldn't allow himself to sit back and get complacent. Every time when the sun of Planet Vegeta was at its hottest, he'd begin to shadow box as a simple warm-up before he got to simulating battles on his own accord - something his mother taught him to do.

The pillars of rock that he was surrounded by gave the boy a great bit of shade, so because of that very reason, he stood on top of the large pillars and trained - hopping back and forth, throwing a serious of punches and kicks, only to hop back over to another one.

Not even five minutes in and the boy was beginning to kick up some sweat. I just don't get why I have to do it. If I'm meant to be some lower-class nobody, then so be it, that's what I am. Everytime he used this argument to object to Selypa's personal goal of making sure he was on the frontilines, he'd be introduced with a vicious palm to the face. Selypa virtually forced him into training and becoming stronger despite the fact that Taro was totally fine with just being a common worker at home. Selypa always told him that a true Saiyan never settles for less and she'd be damned if a son of hers would allow himself to not live to his best potential - especially considering the fact that both of his parents are mid-class ranking soldiers.

"So what's the deal with this kid?"

A few dozen yards away, three young children were spying on Taro from afar: Zima, Choy, and their most recent recruit, Elery.

"He's just some weakling," Choy answered Elery. "It's been years and he hasn't even become a proper combatant yet."

Zima scoffed. As the son of Zorn, he didn't see the point of lower-class Saiyans even remotely trying out to be warriors. He had wished that things were changed to the old ways like Zorn told them that they were for the most part; with lower-class Saiyan children either being infiltration children or staying home to work as engineers. Hell, if it were up to him, the lower-class would just remain as engineers for the rest of their life.

"Let's go see what's up." Choy was right behind him but Elery couldn't help but shake her head. She already knew that he was up to something mischievous.

Taro tok loud and hard beaths with every punch and kick he executed. After a few quick punches and light kicks, the kid starts firing off chi attacks in the sky for a bit. He then hops back. Taro visualized fights in his head to figue out which move he wanted to do next, though the feeling of a wave of cool breath from the nostrils of another person had caught his attention, causing Taro to turn around and jump away.

"Who are you?"

Zima ignored the question and decided to respond with one of his own. "Just what are you training for?"

Taro figured that such a simple question would warrant a rather obvious answer. "Preparing to become a warrior."

"A what?" Choy asked him through fits of laughter.

"A warrior," Taro repeated himself. "What's so funny about that?"

"So wait…" Zima put up a finger. "You're not a warrior?"

Taro got the feeling that they were starting to mock him but he bit the bullet and answered anyway. "For now, no."

"Because you're weak, right?' Zima followed up. Choy breaks character and begins to cackle like he heard the funniest joke in the world, causing Zima to start howling as well. Elery just backed up from them and watched on as they cocked their heads back and rubbed their bellies as they chortled like mad men.

Seeing them laughing right in his face upon calling him a weakling caused Taro to get red in the cheeks. Sweat began to trickle down his face as his heart beat eleveated two-fold. As they coninued to laugh, Taro clenched his fists and tensed his muscles.

Choy and Zima both immediately stopped laughing once the latter had got clocked in the face. Zima had his chin on top of his shoulder and face turned away with his eyes looking down at the blood that dripped from his lips. Taro, with his fist cocked back once more, barked at him. "Stop making fun of me!"

Zima wiped the blood from his mouth and spat it in Taro's face before ramming his tiny fists into the boy's stomach. Taro's shoulders hunched up as his mouth went open. "You're going to regret that," Zima promised. He proceeded to clip the boy's ankles and maneuvered behind him just in time to render Taro a knee to the back prior to grabbing his hair and tail.

Taro's moans of pain shocked both Choy and Elery.

Having yet to train his own weakness, Taro felt his power draining quickly as each second passed by. It was only a matter of time before the kid fell down to his knees, hands clutching the dirt with his face down. Though most of his sight is blocked thanks to his face being mushed by Zima's boot, Taro can see the blank stare from Choy and look of discomfort on Elery's face.

"Come on, Zima, that's enough!" Elery shouted. "We have better things to do right now than pick on the weak."

"Shut-up!" Zima hissed. Hurt at the very fact that some low-class scum was truly able of landing a punch on the son of Zorn, one of the strongest Saiyans of the past, provoked Zima into teaching Taro a lesson. As he looked down on him, Zima spoke. "There's a certain pecking order on this land and I hope you listen to me and you listen good! It goes y-"

"It goes by you taking your boot off the kid's face," a gruff voice from behind interrupted.

Zima and the others look to see Bardock accompanied by his comrades all with their arms folded and looking down on them with frowns on their faces. Ocurrences like this weren't unheard of, especially amongst Saiyan children, though it didn't negate the fact that it was pitiful - especially in the eyes of a Saiyan that'd be willing of lifting his fellow men up instead of bringind them down - like Bardock himself.

"H-Hey, I know who you are!" Choy said, pointing at Bardock. "My father told me you were one of the people that worked on him during the Zoon assignment!"

Bardock eyed the kid. From one glance he deduced that the boy was Nappa's child. There was no doubt about it.

Zima's eyes narrowed as he got a good look at the scarred Saiyan. That means he was one of the people who worked with my father...who died there. One of them left before shit hit the fan and it was just my father, Choy's father...and him. Zima bravely stepped up to Bardock, not breaking eye-contact. "You were there when the Saiyan warrior by the name of Zorn died, weren't you?"

Bardock nodded with a blank expression. His current body language betrayed his true feelings as he was getting to become extremely agitated. He simply came here to recruit the kid, not be interrogated by some wannabe detective.

"How did he die!?" Zima demanded. "Were you right with him when he died!?" Knowing just how strong his father was and also hearing of just how weak the people of Planet Zoon were, Zima found it hard to believe he could just die by one of them. Something was up - someone on the same team had to conspire against him. He was sure of it, for his father was the strongest on that team at the time.

Bardock took a deep breath. The final moments of Zorn's life replayed in his head rather vividly. Zorn looked like the complete opposite of the Saiyan that he established himself to be prior to his death. The way he went out wasn't the way of a coward but it wasn't the way of a warrior, either.

"You gonna answer me or not!?" Zima continued to ask.

"Hey, chill out." Choy walked from behind and grabbed Zima by the shoulder. "He's one of the highest ranking soldiers here. You gotta watch who you're talking to and how you're talking to them, bud."

Zima moved his shoulder away from Choy's hands and walked away by the older Saiyan, shoulder bumping him in the process. If Bardock didn't have some decency, he would have taught the brat a lesson by smacking him silly.

"Sorry about that, Mister Bardock," Choy apologized for his comrade.

Elery headed over to where Taro was lying down and helped the boy get back on his feet. "Are you okay?"

Taro pulled his arm away from the girl and even hopped away to increase the distance between them. He couldn't believe that he got embarrassed to such a horrible degree. All that training he's been doing and for what? To get beaten so easily? Even if Taro was aware of the fact that Zima was looked as one of the biggest generational talents of Planet Vegeta, he still wouldn't have taken kindly to being humiliated as he was.

"The kid has to go with us," Pumbukin told Elery.

"And we don't have time to waste either," Bardock added.

"Huh?" Elery tilted her head. "Where?"

Without thinking, Pumbukin answered her. "On a mission with us." He soon hunched over as Totapo gave him a rough elbow to the stomach for revealing such information. "Oo...my bad."

"But I thought he wasn't a combatant?" Elery then looked over to Taro. By the expression on his face, Elery could tell that he was just as confused as her. Maybe he was to become a combatant after all, though he wasn't aware of the news.

"Just be hush about it," Bardock told the young girl.

However, on the flip side, the fact that they were keeping this such a secret probably meant that they weren't doing this by natural law. If she had to guess, Taro was still unauthorized. But why would high-ranking soldiers go out of their way to showing a lower-class kid the ropes?

Taro knew for a fact that these guys were his mother's comrades. She had often described them well enough for him to recognize the Saiyans without needing a double take. He had no knowledge that he'd be going on any type of mission at all, but he knew that it had to be Selypa's doing.

Elery is rather ecstatic that the kid will be given his big chance to become a combatant. Maybe he'll be strong enough to knock some of Zima's teeth out one day fighting with these guys. She looked back up to Bardock and promised him: "My lips are sealed."

Choy contemplated on whether or not he should ask his friend what happened back there. At first, he could see Zima was so hot that he didn't want to be bothered but after a while, he noticed that the boy had cooled off a bit. That was when he approached him in a conversation.

"Why'd you get out of line like that?" Choy asked him. "You know you can be punished if you start getting in over your head with superiors."

"I just wanted to know how my father died," Zima told him. "That's all."

"That's it, really?" Choy asked him. "Warriors that go out to battle die everyday. It's normal for a Saiyan to die eventually, even one of the best of them. Toma's told us that we always have to expected the unexpected out in the field. Anything that makes us vulnerable - even for a split second, can happen and wi-"

"Yes, I know," Zima roughly cut Choy off. "It's just hard to believe my father died instead of Nappa and Bardock. The Saiyan Zorn was known as one of the strongest warriors next to Amaran, who's now in my father's position. For him to die on a world full of weaklings just doesn't add up. With my father's power, he'd need to be beaten by more than one person and it doesn't make sense for some weaklings to make quick work of him."

Choy goes silent momentarily as they're flying through the skies. Upon thinking about if for a moment, the kid finally sees exactly where he's coming from, but it couldn't just be that definite. "Well, what do you think? You don't think my dad was in on it, did you?"

Zima scoffs. "No, of course not! Nappa told me that he found my father dead and the only person there at the time was Bardock." He then looked back to Choy. "That's why I think the way I do." He then remembers the look on Bardock's face after asking about his father. It was just something about that look; as if it was ridden with guilt.

"I'm going to need to ask your father for a favor."

"My dad's on a mission right now but I'll be sure to let you know when he gets back."

"Cool. You, Elery and the others can go ahead for the time being. I'll just wait for Nappa to come back."

Choy couldn't help but wonder what it was that Zima had in mind, but the kid remained quiet. He'd just have to see what his friend had in mind.

Anyone with a real life arch nemesis would know the feeling of wanting to tear the throat off the person who you can't see eye to eye with. This was how it was on Planet Ino.

Planet Ino was a beauty of a planet, having a multitude of giant, colorful blue trees and a bright warm sun. Unfortunately, the two separate clans could never go a full year without an entire war breaking out. The residents of both clans would many times try to have their warlords settle their dispute and come together again as they were in the past when their relationship was proper. But neither would ever.

But such had changed recently.

"Go, go, go, go, go!"

Grown men and women that took the appearance of trolls all retreated back home in an effort to gain more weapons. Those who used clubs, axes, and spears would have to watch their weapons snap in half. The ones using bow and arrows ran out of arrows and that didn't even help very much.

On the outside looking in, one of the warlords of Planet Ino looked on at the warriors that obtained their weapons and fled. But what was most disappointing to him was that he saw some of his bravest surrendering and running toward the direction of their homes.

Outraged at the fact that the men he spent years raising would cower in such a manner, the male warlord jerked up on his feet. The sounds of his teeth necklace ramming against one another echoed throughout his little palace.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Before any of his advisors could get there and let him know what's going on, the door had been kicked in by a red-headed female. She had a bow with many arrows and a barbwire club. "We're being attacked by the same fools!" Div roared.

Velikan and Div had already went through this just recently and it cost them a lot of their people as a result. The fact that it took two of the planet's strongest members to take them down meant a lot.

The former partners knew that this case wasn't any different.

As much as they disliked one another, they knew that they had to set aside their disputes once more in order for their people to prevail.

The very first time Taro had been on a mission and everything was just naturally falling into his lap. Seeing Bardock and the others fend off their attackers encouraged the boy to perform and he did just that with a smile on his face.

After blasting one dead, Taro's scouter beeped and signalled him that one was right on the side of him. Immediately after turning his head, the kid saw a spear coming directly at him. He moved his head to the side in an effort to dodge it prior to running right at the troll and elbowing it directly in the face.

Though when it came to killing one, it would seem that two more came out of left field. After Taro proceeded to pounce onto one's head, he formed a gaping hole through the chest of another. Once he fell down on his two feet, he rammed the back of his head against the person behind him, grabbed the troll by the arm and threw him into five incoming persons before dispatching all of them within the blink of an eye.

Pumbukin saw this from afar and chuckled heartily. "Ay, the kid's coming along just fine!" The fat Saiyan laughed while squishing the heads of his victims with so much force that blood oozed from their eyes, ears, and nostrils. Once he heard a crack, he finally let them plummet to their deaths.

Bardock ended one's life with a single kick to the face. Once he was no longer surrounded by any enemies for a split second, the Saiyan stopped to look around. Totapo was making quick work of the inhabitants and Pumbukin was being vicious as usual. Seeing Taro in battle was quite synonymous to how Selypa fought: from person to person, showing a great bit of agility and swiftness during battle. This put a smile on the man's face. "He's Selypa's kid, alright…"

PIPI

"Stand down!"

As soon as the order was given by Div and Velikan, the soldiers of the two warlords had all stopped fighting that very moment. All eyes had gone onto them two. Unlike their citizens, the warlords didn't bother using any weapons. They in fact, came in minimum clothing.

"They both have power-levels just barely 1,000!" Pumbukin said in an annoyed tone. "There's no way in hell the last squad should have ended up dead."

Upon hearing the fat one speak out, Div responded to him. "Your friends that tried to kill us didn't do so well of a job because they didn't expect to see what they all had coming!"

Pumbukin formed a ball of energy in the very palm of his hand with a cheesy grin. "Well, your time's up, fools! So die!"

Div and Velikan disregarded Pumbukin as he fired an attack directed for the both of them. The two warlords crouched down and began to shake violently, as if their bodies were beginning to morph. Once this sequence started, the scouters of Bardock and the others all started to go haywire.

Pumbukin's blast didn't do anything at all but blow up smoke. Div and Velikan could both be seen growing in size, to over seven feet each. Their teeth took the color of red and their eyes - pupiless.

"S-Seven thousand…" Pumbukin stuttered.

Bardock swallowed down hard and got into his battle position. "This would explain why they took care of the others so easily…"

Div and Velikan had an insane appetite for blood whenever they took this form; all they saw was red. They were very well in control of their actions but the will to fight basic impulse was one hundred times harder than before. The inhabitants of Planet Ino lived for bloodshed.

Div sensed the weakest out of the four and charged for him. Bardock nor the others were able to detect such speed coming from them. Div and Velikan had both rammed their heads into the face and stomach of the young Saiyan Taro, who could be seen spitting out saliva. The kid went sliding on his back but this didn't stop the warlords from continuing their onslaught.

Bardock growled and took off as fast as he could by flight. Taro was sent in the air and back down into the ground mercilessly. Seeing the kid get beat on angered Bardock but what angered him more was the fact that he couldn't make it to him in time.

In just the matter of seconds, Taro was bloodied and weakened, without any will to fight back. His armor was cracked in many places and his scouter now rendered useless as it shattered to pieces a while ago thanks to a devastating punch to the eye.

Towering over the kid, Div looked over to Velikan while licking her ashy lips. "Do you want first bite, love?"

Velikan, just looking at the kid's blood leaking from his mouth and nose, could nearly taste him. He huffed and puffed hard and extended his dirty, green sharp fingernails. "Sure...hehehehe…"

"Not on my watch!" Bardock came down rushing in on the two warlords by ramming the tip of his boot into both their heads. The element of surprise caused the two warlords to fall on their backs, but for only a split second. Bardock looked at Totapo and gave the man the go ahead by nodding.

Taro couldn't do as much as say thanks due to the short beating he received. Bardock was struck by both of them before he even could utter any form of gratitude. "Mister Bardock!"

The scarred Saiyan hadn't felt a great pain in a long time until now. These two held absolutely nothing back with their punches and Bardock sure as hell felt it. The Saiyan was already seeing stars by the time he was struck for the fourth time despite the hundreds of strikes that had landed.

Once he was beaten to the point where he couldn't get up, Div and Velikan stood over him. The former of the two had her grotesque feet placed against his chest while Velikan looked at him with a blank stare.

"I'll eat him alive!"

He meant so literally.

Once the man's teeth gnawed right into his face, Bardock couldn't help but smile. Velikan had immediately came back onto his two feet, holding his mouth and breathing hard. Div looked on in confusion as to what the hell just happened.

Blood leaked from the man's now empty mouth. His teeth had all broken into pieces from even trying to bite the Saiyan. He didn't know why or how but this scared him to no end. Given his physical superiority over the Saiyan.

As they wondered what could be the reason for such, they finally got their answer. Bardock began to suddenly grow in unnatural size as hair started to develop all over his body. His teeth grew razor sharp, giant fangs and he began to increase in size.

Before Div and Velikan knew it, they were surrounded by four different monstrous, rampaging apes.

Just when they thought that they'd be able to easily take care of this squad of savage warriors, they had been proven wrong for the first and final time.

Planet Vegeta was pretty much a ghost town whenever night time rolled around. The citizens of King Vegeta worked hard and slept hard. If they weren't sleeping, then they were inside either at the dinner table or in the bed, staying up late, save for the Saiyans who had to keep track of those who left and came back on the landing site. Regardless, people didn't wander throughout the night, though there were exceptions to the rule.

Zima stuck outside, remaining neutral high in the sky with his eyes fixated on the landing site from afar. He watched the marshallers guide some pods that came in and left out. Zima cared not for the people that were leaving, but more so for those that were coming back home.

The very moment that he catches a glimpse of a tall and bald Saiyan from afar, he smirked. "There he is…"

Ever since he lost his hair, Nappa couldn't help but keep rubbing his bald head. While leaving the pod alongside a tall bald warrior with a scar going over his head and a long greaying beard, the man huffed.

"I told you, it was just a matter of time."

The man he had took off with to conquer a planet was none other than his father, Coli. Like Nappa, he was abnormally tall. He used to be the same size as his son but with age, he thinned out a bit, though he was still quite muscular. He had so much facial hair that his mouth wasn't nearly visible.

"But so soon?" Nappa asked as he shook his head. "It's a damn shame if you ask me."

"Seems like I need not worry about my grandson losing hair since he doesn't have any to begin with."

"Ha ha ha," Nappa responded sarcastically.

"Hey, yo! Mister Nappa!"

At first, the man wasn't sure if his name was being called so he kept walking. The more he kept walking, the louder the sound of his name being yelled had became. Coli and Nappa both turned around to see a young boy approaching them from behind.

"That's Zorn's son," Coli told Nappa.

"And he wants me?" Nappa furrowed a brow. What is it now, kid? He turned back to his father and gave him the go ahead. "I'll be in my quarters shortly so make sure you let the guards know.'

"Mhm." Coli shot off.

No sooner than when Coli left the landing site, Zima had touched down there. "Hey, Nappa!" The boy ran over to him, stopping shy of a few yards. "Glad to see you've made it back in one piece."

Nappa rubbed his head, groaning. "Eh...I wouldn't say that entirely, kid. What's up?"

"I need a favor- a really big one, Nappa."

Nappa wasn't one to do favors for others blindly, but he did make exceptions. Zima was the offspring of Zorn, one of the most respected and efficient Saiyan warriors in history. In honor of the deceased soldier, he could do a favor for his son, no matter what it was. "A favor huh? Alright, then. Shoot."

"I need a supply of Super Saibaimen." After seeing the skeptical look on Nappa's face, Zima proceeded to speak quickly. "I know only promoted Saiyans can get them, and even then, a limited amount, but I really need this favor, please!"

"What for, huh? You're a bit too weak to be using them, ya know?"

"I know, I know, but whenever I'm old enough, I'll be using them to train so that I can grow even stronger than you and all the others in there! I'll give you half of my profits from every mission so that I can buy them off you. I'll just collect them for myself and by the time I'm strong enough, I'll have more than enough to grow exponentially in strength!"

Nappa wasn't sure if the kid was to use them whenever he was old and strong enough, but he didn't take Zima for an idiot. He knew that the kid had common sense and even a better sense of comprehension than himself. For being a chip off the old block, Nappa had a feeling that the kid knew what he was doing and he trusted the boy's actions. "Sure thing." Nappa grabbed a brown pouch that he had tied around his neck and tossed it to the boy. "Here. All yours."

Zima couldn't help but smile. "Thanks so much! I'll get the money ri-"

"First set's free," Nappa told him. "I admire your ambition to grow stronger. Most kids are just wrapped up in becoming soldiers and nothing more. You're already a soldier and you're not stopping there; you want to become the best of your generation. Because of that, you don't need to give anything to me this go round."

The cool points for Nappa had just increased ten fold. He always took a liking to the man because he was rather easy-going in comparison to most adult Saiyans he knew.

"I won't disappoint you, sir."

Nappa nodded. "I know you won't, kid. I know you won't." He then turned around and took off.

Being left alone now, Zima clutched the pouch with an extra hardened grip. Most of all, he needed to make sure that he didn't disappoint his father.