Age 373 – Planet Vegeta

"ARRRRGH!"

Raplas snapped into motion at the sound of his partner's blood-curdling scream, spinning out of his chair and violently discarding the datapad he'd been casually looking over just moments prior. Every one of the cells across his body were quivering with anticipation at the prospect of a fight, that was part of what it was to be a Saiyan: unrelenting excitement when faced with an enemy. A mere moment behind his body, his senses caught up with the rest of him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Raplas barked, his whole body tensing to keep it from launching into a fight.

Instead of the wounded or dead form of his partner at the feet of some unknown enemy, what he could instead see was his idiot partner lying on the floor of the control room with a chair and a huge pile of playing cards strewn about on top of him. For a brief moment and not for the first time, Raplas entertained the thought of fighting anyway. He knew if he threw the first punch his partner Torang would be more than willing to oblige. It had been nearly six months since either of them had been on the battlefield, compulsory admin duty was the bane of any Saiyan and they'd put it off so long they'd been given a whole eight months to do at once. Tensions were understandably high. Slightly higher now that Raplas realised he'd just broken his datapad when he tossed it violently across the room.

"I'm so goddamn bored Rap!" Torang moaned, flailing his limbs about amidst the mess like a petulant child without it's favourite toy. An unfortunately apt description of the twenty year old Saiyan warrior, unfortunate for Raplas anyway.

"How did you being bored lead to that?" Raplas demanded. A vein on his forehead visibly bulged with irritation and his teeth received yet another violent gnashing. The kind that would make a dentist cry. "Clean that crap up!"

Torang let out a dejected sigh. "C'mon Rap! There's gotta be something we can do."

"There is, it's called our job. We do it without any major screw ups and then we can say goodbye to this damned room for five more years. Maybe even longer."

Torang let out another dejected sigh. Raplas hated when he was like this. Raplas suspected he was doing to provoke him on purpose, it was working.

"Look." Raplas said, desperate to shut Torang up before he lost all semblance of reason and ripped his younger partner's head off. "There's more planets to be annexed, go assign some of the active warriors new missions so I don't have to, it'd be great if you actually did your job for a change."

"Fine."

"Wha-what?" Raplas spluttered. The threat of actual work was usually enough to send Torang running like Frieza himself just walked through the door looking ticked.

"I said fine. I'll do some damn work. Anything is better than sitting around doing nothing." Torang replied extracting himself from underneath the pile of junk. He flicked on his computer and started up the Planet Assignment program, as he did Raplas sat down at his own desk silently and watched in amazement at the once-in-a-lifetime sight of the most battle crazy Saiyan he knew sitting quietly and doing admin.

"Alright what's first? Okay Planet 4032-877, kinda a mouthful, let's see... good atmosphere, lower than normal gravity... woah 0.1 of Vegeta? What kinda weaklings live... oh... an average Power Level of 5. Guess I'll send a brat then... okay congrats little... Kakarot. You're going to the North Galaxy... wait. Hey Raplas?"

Raplas flinched for a second at the sound of his name, so transfixed by the peculiar sight in front of him.

"What does this little exclamation point on the map mean?"

"It's the outliers in the Power Level readings."

"An out-what?"

"Outliers you moron. It means it's a Power Level that's unusually high or low. Just ignore it, we're supposed to check them but there's usually a lot and they aren't usually important. Who cares if one of the weaklings is a bit tougher than all the other weaklings?"

Torang shrugged. His hand moved to send off little Kakarot on his first mission. Then... he paused for a second. He didn't really care about any of this, but more specifically he was just hoping to pass the time as quickly as possible and get back to active duty. Problem was, if people saw him get a lot done they might want him working admin again. Since that was a fate worse than death to Torang he quickly came to the conclusion that it would be better to waste as much time as possible and ultimately get as little done as he could.

"How can I possibly send off little... Carrot? to this planet if I haven't checked all the outylimers? Better make sure I check every single one." Torang murmured to himself, smirking.

Torang dozed at his seat as the numbers scrolled past, a couple of tens of thousands of numbers anywhere between 5 and 20 that he had to sit through. The machine auto scrolled through the long list of the same few numbers, Torang dozed in his chair with his eyes only half closed for a change, and nothing important got done.

"Wait what!?" Torang jumped back to life and pulled the screen back until he stopped on a previous number.

"Hey Raplas?"

"What?"

"Those outylimers you were talking about. What do I do if there's one that's over 100?"

"I told you it's outlie-over 100?!" Raplas jumped out of his chair and dashed over to Torang's computer screen. "Holy crap you weren't kidding. 127. You can't let a kid go to a planet with someone that high. What's the kids power level?"

"2"

"2? He'll get torn apart! A 127 could even take down the kid after he's changed into an Ozaru. Send someone else. Someone older."

"Like who?"

"The hell should I know? Why do you think they make the active warriors register their Power Levels? Search for one."

"Alright. Alright." Torang moaned. "You don't have to shout. All right, here - 190. That'll be enough. The kid's... only 190 at seven? Man how'd a wimp like that get promoted to Warrior? shouldn't he be shining King Vegeta's boots or something?"

"Oh yeah because you were a damn prodigy." Raplas smirked back, shoving Torang's shoulder.

"Yeah I get it. I'm no Saiyan Elite, but my Power Level was at least 300 by the time I was seven. At this rate he wont even break 1500 in his lifetime."

"Bah. Don't be so quick to judge, I was only 200 at his age, maybe he'll have a growth spurt."

"Oh sure, and then after that he'll become the legendary Super Saiyan." Both Saiyan's paused for a second before bursting into laughter.

"Ha... yeah sure, this kid'll be the Legendary Super Saiyan. Nice one."

Torang smirked. "All right... Raditz. Time to go to planet 4032-877 and become a... a... Super Saiyan."

Miles away Raditz' scouter buzzed and the screen lit up with his latest mission.

Raditz

New Mission: Prepare Planet for Resale

Planet Designation - 4032-877 (Earth)

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