"Crap!" There was a sudden scream of distress that startled him awake, then Raditz groaned when a large, cold object rolled over and crushed him.
"Momma! Help!" He squealed, flailing his arms and legs, as the Saiyan infant inside was squished up against the glass pod, snoring.
"Oh, I'm sorry Raditz! I woke up late! The royal breakfast is going to be late!" She groaned, getting up quickly, she ran out of the room and got dressed hastily, as Raditz grumbled his reply, rubbing his tired eyes. "S'okay, Momma..." He rolled Kakarot off him, and onto the bed, his tail quivering behind him as he stretched.
"Can you feed Kakarot, please Raditz?!" She yelled, and he looked at the fat baby in the pod and furrowed his eyebrows, as the mention of the word 'feed' made the sleepy infant suddenly perk up, and stand up in the green liquid, the glass ball rolling across the wooden floor as he started to whimper for nourishment.
"Um, how do I feed... him?!" He yelled, gawking at the fat, naked baby who's brown little tail was now wagging eagerly.
"The nutrient packs in my apron!" She shouted, and he shuffled over to the apron and found three white packages in the front pocket. "Eeeah eeeah eeeah!" Kakarot whimpered, reaching his little hands out as if to grasp. Raditz smirked, and shook the little powder pack.
"Is this what you want, fatty?" He teased, shaking it tantalizingly and watching the little boy's eyes widen into hungry saucers.
"Weeeeah!" He cried, tossing his head back, large bubbles coming from his wide open mouth as he wailed. Raditz cringed back, at seeing how loud the child could be.
"Raditz! Don't be mean, just open it up and sprinkle it in there." Gine said, picking her apron off the floor and shaking the dust off. "I have to hurry up and get to the castle, and I have no idea where your idiot father is!" She muttered, tying the apron around her back with her tail as she raked her hands through her hair to try and straighten up her appearance.
Raditz opened the little door on top of the birth pod and tore the corner of the packet, and shook out the brown powder inside that was concentrated food, and nutrients that was more or less pure protein and fuel for the young child. Kakarot purred in the water as the umbilical cord attached to the glass wall began to suck up the nutrients, absorbing them from the pod fluid.
"Blech! That's disgusting." Raditz spat, his tongue sticking out.
"Oh, you did the same thing, Raditz! Now get dressed, I'm going to drop you off at a friend's house." She said quickly, closing the hatch. Raditz groaned and shuffled over to his pile of armour on the floor, and pulled it over his head, then hopped up and down as he put on his boots.
"Hurry up!" She said, hefting up the pod up on one shoulder, then grabbing him by the tail as she flew out of the house.
"Momma! But what about my breakfast!" He wailed, clawing at the door, before she pulled him off easily, and held him against her chest, as she hopped from place to place, then flew across the small smattering of houses, and landed on the roof of one. "They'll feed you!" She said with a smile, and knocked on the door.
They didn't answer immediately, so she knocked harder, until the house practically shook from her knocking.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" A voice from inside yelled, and the door swung open, revealing a very tired looking Tora.
"Oh, hello, Tora... Is Fasha home?" Gine said, looking away as he fastened a strap on his armour.
"Yeah, she's here, why...?" He muttered, looking down at Raditz. The small Saiyan bristled at him, his chest rattling as his wild mane seemed to spike up even more than usual.
"I have to get going to work, and I can't find Bardock, do you guys mind watching them?"
"Uh, sure...? Hey, kid... Where's your pops?" He said, squatting down to poke Raditz's squishy cheek. He turned his cheek and quickly bit him, his teeth sinking in nearly to the bone as Tora pulled back, yelling as he shook his hand violently to try and get him off.
"What is this brat?! A carnivore!?" He yelled, and Gine pulled on Raditz's legs.
"Raditz, let go now, or I'll bite your tail!" Gine threatened, and when he didn't, she sunk her teeth into his tail. The ferocious child crumpled, and Tora took him into his arms, looking down in wonder as he heard a snort, then a snore as Raditz was knocked out by the small bite.
"Alright, well, he'll be back up in awhile, make sure you have breakfast ready, Kakarot already ate!" Gine said chipperly, and placed the birth pod inside the door, before turning around and zipping up into the air.
"Wait! How do I-" He began to yell, then Gine yelled back. "Just yank his tail if he's bad! Thanks! Bye!" She yelled, waving. Tora's shoulders slumped, as he looked down at Raditz and Kakarot, rubbing the back of his spiked up hair.
"Great, Fasha is just gonna love this..." He grumbled, and pulled the door shut. He watched, startled, as the baby rolled across the floor curiously in his ball, his mouth dropping open as the child made himself at home in front of the warm fire.
"Ugh, my head is killing me... I better make something to eat, of all the days I chose to stay the night...Thanks a lot, Bardock." He grumbled, setting down Raditz next to his brother, as he went to go forage through the house for food.
"Hmph! That woman is late!" Prince Vegeta huffed, from where he paced in the gardens with his mother, so that he could watch for the servant woman's arrival. His red cloak swished with each brisk turn, his frizzed up tail twitching with anger. The Queen sighed, her eyes following the child seemed no longer quite as lively, as her hair was only in a loose braid off the the side that dangled at her hip, where she was dressed in a black dress, that covered her nearly completely, without a single bangle or chain like she normally loved to adorn herself with.
"Vegeta, shh. If you're that hungry, come here. Mother will feed you." She said in a strangely hollow voice, as he turned and furrowed his brow at her, puzzled.
"Feed me what?" He snorted, not seeing any kind of food readily available. She opened her arms to him and he hesitated, eying his mother carefully. She was acting... off.
"What's only natural for a Saiyan child, your mother's milk." She said with a sad smile, her dark eyes watery as she held her arms open for him. The child shook his head vehemently, crossing his arms as he spat his tongue out.
"I'm not a blasted infant!" He growled, and flew away from her, sitting on a white pillar to better get a view of the small town down the large hill that the castle was built upon, making the Saiyans milling about down there look like ants. Vasenya took a sharp intake of breath, feeling pained by her child's rejection.
"...My Queen?" A deep voice rumbled from behind her, and she stood, turning to see her husband. She kissed him, the long sleeves of her medieval gown framing his face as she weaved her fingers through her mate's mane. King Vegeta cleared his throat, placing his hands on the small of her back as they parted.
"Are you enjoying the fresh air?" He said, his gravelling voice almost like a purr as he played with the long braid of hair, tugging his fingers through to loosen it.
"Yes, Vegeta..." She said, with a small smile. She giggled when he tugged her hair completely free of its restraints, and attempted to flee, before he caught her and swept her up into his arms, kissing her again as her thick black hair surrounded her small, pale face.
"Ugh, father!" The prince sneered, hopping down to approach them, kicking vines out of the way as he stormed over.
"That servant woman is late with our breakfast! I'll starve!" He whined, tugging on his father's thick brown tail. King Vegeta set down Vasyena, one arm around her back as he hiked him up quickly by the collar of his cape, turning him around to eye him.
"Fine then, do as your mother says, it's the best thing for a growing warrior." He huffed, and Vasenya's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing at her mate's command that warmed her heart.
"But, father! I'm five years old!" Vegeta argued, and he shook him just once, enough to silence him. "Nonsense. You want to be strong, don't you?" He growled, and Vegeta nodded. "It's settled. Go somewhere private, we can't have any more leering eyes. Then, it's off to training for you, Vegeta." He said, and kissed Vasenya on her brow, who flinched just slightly, still blinking with surprise as he handed their son to her.
"Tell that servant girl she will be reprimanded for this, I'm afraid I must skip our morning meal to meet with a few guards for their report. Be present for court later, my queen. After Vegeta trains, he will be granted a play session on the grounds he completes all his objectives." He said brusquely, and took flight, up towards a tower balcony where he landed.
Queen Vasenya smiled, and rocked Vegeta in her arms happily, walking slowly as if in a dream as the heady floral scent of the garden calmed her senses, she ducked down beneath the Thornnicellia gate to her own personal private area, sectioned off by white lattices with the thick vines of blood flowers nearly concealing every bit, as she leisurely walked over to the roots of a tall Xenoba tree, and sat at on a thick cushion of moss.
"What is this place, mother?" Vegeta wondered aloud, his eyes lighting with innocent curiosity as she let him free a moment to undo the many buttons on her gown, feeling the softness of the moss bed below him, where fallen Xenoba fruits too heavy with ripeness had fallen and sweetened the earth.
"This is our own secret corner, my prince. Nobody can see, or hear us here." Vasenya whispered in a soft purr, as she tugged her overflowing bodice open.
"Come here, child." She purred, calming the boy, his tense shoulders softened, and he crawled towards her for her to lift him up against her chest, holding him on her arm as he stared down curiously, then back up at her welcoming face.
"Mother, why? How come Tarble had to go, couldn't your milk have made him stronger?" He said softly, as the light fell over her shoulder and shadowed them, the back of her head tilted to kiss him on the brow, and her curtain of raven hair concealed them as she moved him forward to nurse as she spoke, the shadows of the garden dancing across her ivory skin as she spoke.
"We had to let him go somewhere where he could thrive, dear prince. He wouldn't have been happy here. Every once in a while a child is born, who lacks the desire to fight. He shall be a peacemaker." She said sweetly, stroking his spiky mane as she looked up to the sky with longing, watching the white streaks cut through the crimson sky, as more left, more children, more fathers abandoning their home.
"Pah! 'Peacemaker'! Has he no pride?" Vegeta said, with a hiss as he pulled back, licking his lips. Vasenya looked down, chucking softly.
"You have the ferocity of a true saiyan warrior, son. Tarble will not know of saiyan pride, but if we are lucky, perhaps one day he will come back to us, bearing the gifts of his travels. All saiyans yearn for home, when he comes of age, he will return to find a female. I hope when you are king, you'll receive him with open arms." She said, looking up at the sky wistfully, before gasping from his sharp teeth.
"..Gently! Vegeta, can you promise me, if something were to ever happen to your father and I, that you would take the place of king, and welcome Tarble?"
Vegeta nursed a long moment longer, his eyelids growing heavy, before resting comfortably against his mother.
"...I promise." He said, pacified, and wrapped his tail around his mother's arm. Vasyena leaned back against the tree and sighed, taking a freshly fallen fruit off the tree, polishing it on the dewy moss. She lifted it to her mouth and bit with a crisp sounding crunch; the sweet juice running down her chin like fresh blood.
"Vegeta...?" She said, and offered him the fruit, which he took in two small hands and bit, a large wad in his cheek as he grinned.
"See, we don't need that pitiful servant woman, mother. I say, I want fresh milk for breakfast and Xenoba fruit everyday!" He giggled, but Vasenya hesitated, buttoning her top now that Vegeta had soothed the ache of her over producing glands, as the devastating loss of her child was preventing her body from going back to normal, as it still produced milk in surplus.
"Of course, but... you bit much too hard, you must let mother recover." She said, looking away almost deceptively. Vegeta paused his devouring of the fruit, his small hands appeared almost bloody as a low growl rumbled from his belly.
"No, I want it! Give it to me now!" He cried out, dropping the fruit and clawing at her bodice, tearing it to shreds.
"I said you may not, listen to your mother!" She hissed, Vasenya stood quickly and surged out her ki around her, blowing him back with such force he hit the lattice, and fell face first into the soil. Vasenya clutched her torn dress to her bosom, panting heavily as the Prince slowly recovered, shaking dirt from his mane.
"You... thrust me away from you, mother..." He grunted, getting up. There was a fresh wound on his forehead, where it had struck the vines hard with the explosive wave she had unintentionally let out. Vasenya put her closed fist to her mouth, gnawing at her knuckles fretfully as she backed up a pace at the angered child, who stepped forth; becoming so enraged by her rejection, that his ki was flaring out around him as tears fell down his cheeks.
"I would never reject you, Vegeta! I love my son, I love all my childr-"
"You're WRONG! You only loved Tarble, you have never loved me!" He screamed, backing her up into a corner, where she stood stiffly.
"Please listen! I do love you, I do! I am tormented by my loss, dear child! You couldn't possibly know the pain I harbor deep inside!" She cried back, and there was a sudden heat in the air as the king landed, having sensed the altercation.
"What's going on here?! I smell Vegeta's blood! Have you harmed our child, mate!?" He roared, storming up to Vasenya, who shrunk back into the wall.
"It was accidental! The child is much too vicious! " She cried out, and King Vegeta turned, eying the prince with an impressed air at the intensity of the child's anger, the white hot energy coursing out around him as he growled, blood dripping down his nose and to his lips, where he licked it, panting heavily. King Vegeta smirked, then turned back to his wife.
"Our son is strong! No child of mine will be punished for having a warrior's blood coursing through his veins!" He replied, bristling.
"It gives me great pain to have to discipline you, wife. You would be wise to not ever shame our blood again, nor cause harm to our only son! Vegeta is my heir! He is the one who bears the king's blood, not you! You were only a noble woman before I took you in my bed, that is your duty, to bear my children, I'll not have you harm them!" He roared, and she flinched back, nodding her compliance, getting to his knees she took his large hand in two of hers as the prince watched, tilting his head curiosly as his mother shamefully kissed his father's ring fervently, looking up into his eyes as she did, then the king pulled his hand away briskly, scoffing.
"Come, Vegeta. You're ready to train with your father?" The king said, and Vegeta's eyes lit with interest, nodding as he flew to his father's shoulder pad, clinging around his thickly chorded neck as he turned to look down at the woman on the ground once again.
"Wash the dirt off your body and regain your class, woman. I expect you dressed, and made up proper like a true Saiyan Queen for court. You will watch the proceedings later today, and you will enjoy the bloodshed, so much it that will heat your womb for me, and this child shall be born with the lust for blood flowing through his veins." He said roughly, making her stiffen as he spoke such vulgar things before her son, who only smirked as he looked on, at the woman with her chest exposed, her dignity lost. She nodded obediently, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes, my husband. I shall obey your every command." She said in a small voice, biting her bottom lip.
"Good." He snapped, then took flight, not looking back to even take heed of her, as she looked up hopelessly, a listlessness in her expression.
The violet ground beneath her flew by in a blur, as Gine flew as fast as possible towards the castle, then paused before the gate, panting.
"Morning, Rendo." She sighed, leaning down with her hands on her knees.
"G'morning, Gine, you better get in there, I heard some commotion just a moment ago, the queen will want her breakfast promptly." He whispered, unlocking the tall, white gate with the pronged sigil painted in red on the doors.
"Don't worry, I can be fast." She said, and flew through, Rendo watching the small female a moment, then hesitating to lock it when one of the scullery maids walked up to him. His cheeks quickly reddened, and he swung the door open.
"H-Hullo, Kalabrylea. You look lovely today." He chortled, as she walked up, her dainty hands clasped before her white apron, and her pink pinafore dress. He stepped forward, bowing, before standing, his hairy gut spilling out from beneath his stretched out armour.
"Thank you, Rendo. You look...um, dashing." She lied politely, and he nodded quickly in thanks, guffawing bashfully as she walked through the gate, swishing her tail before her nose to waft away his rancid breath. He watched her walk through, licking his fat lips, before closing the gate and leaning back up against it.
Gine had already flown inside to the kitchen, where she found Ankja already at work, chopping up ruuter sprouts.
"Oh, there you are, Gine! I think there's still time!" She yelled excitedly, before pushing the potatoes off the counter onto a plate with a knife, then doing the same onto the hot hearth.
"You're the best, Ankja! Thank you so much!" Gine said happily, running over to the ice box to fetch some meat, her tail wagging as she ran back, and began cutting off slices of meat with a loud bang of the knife on the butcher's block.
"Don't thank me! If I can have some breakfast, I'll give you and your mate some extra veggies for dinner! After your runt's little mistake, the garden's growing like crazy!" She called back, and Gine laughed, quickly running the meat to the hearth, not noticing Kalabrylea hadn't arrived yet with the help of the much faster gardener.
...
"Psst! You!" A voice hissed, from where Kalabrylea was lingering in the garden, sniffing a flower.
"Huh..? Me?" She questioned, looking all around curiously with her almond shaped eyes. "Yes, you! Kitchen maid! Come here!" The voice seethed, and Kalabrylea ran forward, almost stumbling over a vine, before landing against the lattice. She grunted, opening her eyes and saw another pair, which were much more cat-like through the slots.
"Queen Vasenya, is that you..?" She whispered, and Vasenya nodded quickly, then went around and motioned for her to crawl under the lattice, which she did, getting the knees of her dress soiled. Kalabrylea stood, brushing off her skirt, before Vasenya pulled her away into the shadows. The other female gasped, at seeing her exposed state, then covered her eyes respectfully.
"I need clothes, girl! Hand me your apron!" She whispered, and Kalabrylea obliged, untying it quickly, so that the queen could put it on and cover her chest.
"Ugh! I look hideous!" She scowled, looking down at herself pitifully.
"Oh, it's fine! Let's get you to your quarters to change." Kalabrylea laughed softly.
"Make sure no one sees! If they do, I'll tell them it's your fault I have to be dressed this way!" She groused, and Kalabrylea smirked, popping her head out and looking around.
"All clear, come on, this way." She said, pulling her to come out the way she'd come.
"B-but! This isn't the way we go!" Vasenya complained, digging her heels in the soil.
"This way's safer, come on." She said, and Vasenya came out, blushing brightly, twigs sticking out of her hair, as she looked around frantically for any witnesses. They took the opportunity and flew, directly into the back door, and through the servant's quarters. They landed, and Kalabrylea pushed open the door to the kitchen, letting out a sweet smell. Vasenya paused, sniffling.
"This is the kitchen?" She whispered, and Kalabrylea nodded, pulling her gently along. Vasenya looked around, her stomach growling as she watched Gine and Ankja cook, confused about the inner workings of the kitchen, and the skills she didn't know how to perform.
"What's that filthy gardener doing in here?" She questioned, and Ankja turned quickly, from where she was watching the potatoes. The girl was flustered, her ruddy cheeks reddened by the steam, as she clasped her calloused hands before her, they looked clean, so Vasenya relented.
"Oh, it's alright. Get me the hell out of here." Vasenya growled lowly, and Kalabrylea moved her swiftly, looking back once at the startled Gine and Ankja, shrugging.
The odd couple flew out, and they looked on in wonder, the food cooking away behind them.
"Was the queen... seriously wearing an apron?" Gine blinked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah... and, she didn't even get mad at me...?" Ankja gaped, her jaw slack, just as stunned.
"Is she okay?" Gine said, shaking her head, before turning back around to stir the sizzling contents on the hearth.
"I dunno, but... it's kinda funny!" Ankja suddenly giggled, and Gine joined her, in a fit of giggles.
Something was plopped before him, that did not look appetizing, nor did it smell appealing. Raditz poked at the slop with his fork, as he poked the scorched object, which was an unrecognizable, globular anomaly, and it popped, flatulently sputtering through a hole, where white viscous fluid bubbled out.
"It's a pancake, Raditz!" Tora said, exasperated as he shoved the plate closer.
"Don't make the poor kid eat that slop, here kiddo! Eat up!" Fasha said, and set down a plate full of bratwurst, swine-ish, and all kinds of delectable meats.
"Thanks, lady!" Raditz said eagerly, and began devouring it.
"Woah! Where'd you get that?" Tora gasped, then licked his lips eagerly as she set his plate down.
"Shugesh's mate, you know my brother eats a lot. Her family runs the butcher's shop in town, and they farm for most of town, including Castle Vegeta." She explained easily, twirling a black lock of Tora's mane around her fingers as he dug into the food. Fasha smirked, her hand on her hip as she took away the plate with the mysterious object on it, sniffing it once, then snorting out the offensive smell, dropping it on the floor.
Raditz looked over, confused, then perked up when he saw the interesting creature that ran up eagerly to lick it off the floor. It was like a wulyf, but golden yellow and fluffy, with a kind smile, and two black horns sprouting out over its hairy brow that nearly concealed it's eyes as it licked up the mess with a long, blue tongue.
"What is that thing?" Raditz inquired, before biting a bratwurst in half. Fasha squatted and ruffled the creature's long, soft looking ears as it licked her cheek tenderly, its large paws pressing into her soft thighs as it happily showed its affection for her.
"This is Tumo! He's a caneaea, from Planet Splork. He's a good boy, isn't he, yes he is!" She cooed, as he rolled over and let her rub his fluffy belly.
"I wanna pet him too!" Raditz said eagerly, before quickly licking his plate, and dropping it on the table, leaving Tora to eat alone as he flew over and greeted the alien dog.
"Hmph. You give that six legged fur ball more affection than me.." Tora murmured lowly to himself, viciously biting through a sausage with a snap of his sharp canines.
"Ohh, you've been jealous since I brought him home! But I couldn't just leave him there, could I Tumo? Oh no!~ Not all alones, poor baby!" Fasha giggled, scratching his belly as Raditz watched, and took one large paw and shook it.
"Greetings, Tumo, my furry caneaea friend. Welcome to Planet Vegeta. Can we take him out to play?" Raditz questioned, his eyes lit up with enthusiasm, where as Fasha watched, she could see faint scratches and bruises on his face. Fasha sighed, and ruffled Raditz's hair affectionately. He blushed brightly, looking down. "Sure, sweetie. In a little bit. Say, did you grow out of the nursery?"
"No, my Papa took me and Kakarot out, he punished the den mother because she hit me." The child said bluntly, as he scratched Tumo's belly.
"...Gine was late for work today, she said she couldn't find Bardock." Tora supplied, standing up from the table to squat down next to Raditz and pat Tumo's head. Fasha moved away, collecting the dishes as she sashayed over to the sink.
"Why? Bardock didn't come home, Raditz?" Fasha questioned, as she began washing dishes. "...No." He answered, not quite as eager to give up information as before.
"Well, I know where we can find him, and we can go there in a little bit, kay' bud?" She said warmly, and Raditz's heart warmed a small amount, though he felt hesitant. "Oh... okay." He wondered about yesterday, and remembered how they had been in the malt bar along with Bardock. Fasha growled and slammed a dish down, her tail swiping back and forth through the air angrily.
"I told that idiot not to bring him in there! With all Bardock's brains, you'd think he would know better, but no! Once that malt touches his lips, he loses all self control!" She yelled, her voice ending in a sob as Tora quickly stood, wrapping one arm around her waist. Raditz buried his face in Tumo's warm fur, pretending not to care as he wiped his eyes on it.
"Fasha, it's alright... I'm sure Bardock meant well, he just wanted to celebrate our promotions..." He attempted to soothe her, one large, tanned hand stroking her pale shoulder, as Fasha turned away, huffing.
"He's a jerk!" She then whirled around, poking him hard in the chest plate.
"And you joined him! Tora, when you see Bardock next, beat some sense into him before I do!" She growled out, and Tora nodded quickly, "Ok, alright, I will. I guess it really is different when you have runts to take care of...Man, what was I thinking!?" He exclaimed, rubbing his hand anxiously through his tall spikes, his stress showing in his features.
"It's ok, Tora. This is why we're waiting, remember?" She said softly, and he nodded, sighing. "Yeah, I hate to see what's going to happen when the Cold's arrive, we won't have time for horsing around anymore." He said, and Fasha agreed, kissing him on the cheek, before squatting down to Raditz.
"Say, buddy! Do you know how to swim?!" She asked, smiling as she got to his eye level. Raditz looked up, sniffing her slightly, scenting a luscious musk, like peaches and honey.
"No..." He responded, shaking his head side to side.
"Well, I'll show ya! It's a blast!"
A lazy brown tail swung back and forth slowly, as Bardock reclined on the branch of a large tree, munching on some fruit as he watched the sun making it's gradual ascent up into the sky.
I've gotta figure out some way to fix all this, damnnit... I can't afford to lose those boys, or Gine... He sighed, tossing the core of the fruit down to the ground, wiping his mouth on his red sleeve as he huffed, looking cantankerous as usual.
Shouldn't have spoiled them all so much, I should have told Gine no, we're staying in space... Why did I have to be so weak and fall in love, just to fuck things up so bad?
He growled, hopping down from the tree, then approached the shore of the small watering hole he liked to come to sometimes for alone time, unstrapping his chest armour. "Hey! Bardock!" A familiar voice called, and he turned, looking behind him to see Fasha and Tora flying over, along with Raditz, riding on Tumo's back.
Bardock looked up, feigning a smile as he waved bitterly. He felt a small twinge of pain in his chest when Raditz looked at him curiously, and turned around, taking off the rest of his armour.
"What are you doing, Papa? Taking a bath?" Raditz said, as the caneaea Fasha insisted bringing back from it's ruined planet flew over his head.
"Ah, nothin'. Just takin' a dip." He grumbled, crossing his arms. Raditz hopped down, looking up at him with that intensely curious gaze, as if he were trying to drill into his mind with his eyes.
"Your mother ok?" He said quickly, and Raditz nodded. "Hmph." Bardock grumbled, scowling as Tora set down Kakarot. "You brought him too? S'not like he can swim." He snorted, looking away from the infant looking up at him, like a tiny reflection. "Well, he can float! Can't you, Kakarot?" Fasha giggled, and hefted him onto her shoulder, wearing a skimpy pink and black leotard.
"What do you think you're doing, Fasha?"
"Takin' a dip.~" She responded coquettishly, tickling under his chin with her tail.
"This is my private swimming hole, it's not for fucking babies, dogs and over-heated females!" He growled stubbornly, batting her tail away with one hand angrily.
"Come on, kiddo, the water's nice and cool! And we got it all to ourselves! Tora and your father have business to attend to." She huffed, walking away.
Bardock eyed her thong leotard with abhorrence, and sputtered with his frustration, tearing his eyes away to grip his hair at the roots with anger.
"Hey, Bardock. Wanna spar?" Tora said, shoving Bardock in his broad chest. Bardock shoved his hand away, growling.
"I'll beat the pulp outta you, you sure bout' that? I'm feeling pretty hot under the collar." He snarled, and Tora laughed.
"Aren't you always? Come on, let's go, then we can cool off." Tora said calmly, and Bardock smirked just a small amount, and nodded, following him.
There was a guttural scream, then a splatter against the wall as Vegeta slaid another Saibamen, deep in the lowest level of the castle where a Ki-absorbing wall made training to one's limits possible, with no holds barred on the powerful blasts that could penetrate it. It was where the best of the best trained; first classes, elites, and royalty.
"Good work, Prince Vegeta. Sending in some more." Nappa gravelled, from where he stood, watching over him. The Frieza soldier unscrewed a small container, sprinkling seeds into a tray, which he pushed into the slot. Red lights flashed, as the chamber that Vegeta was inside reinforced it's protective walls, a timer counted down as the prince stood in wait, his burly little arms crossed as he swiped his tongue across his teeth, a fallen spike of hair drenched with perspiration concealing the red scrape on his forehead.
He readied himself as the Saibamen popped up, growling as they all surrounded him. The large outlander pulled a lever, which made the chamber change temperature, making it unbearably hot inside, testing Vegeta's endurance.
"Come on, insects! Come at me!" He snarled with enthusiasm, widening his stance, as he lit both hands blue in preparation for the small aliens, which were nearly equal in height to him, but not in power.
Nappa looked up at the stats, smirking. Vegeta's current power level was 5,000. The Saibamen were each 1,200, and there were 6 of them, making them a combined force of 7,200. The green aliens all flew at him at once, two in his immediate radius flew at his hands, where he looked back and forth, as the others hesitated, and made the two implode from the inside out, splattering green blood on the glass as Nappa watched, sneering with pride.
The other four watched their brethren be slain, and growled, charging Vegeta all at once, covering him. Nappa tensed, looking to the blue-skinned offworld. The alien put his hand on a lever in order to shut down if necessary, then Nappa pushed his hand away.
"Leave it. He's a saiyan, Crapabble, he can handle it." He said sternly, then turned his eyes back on the chamber quickly, as the Saibamen began to quiver as they squirmed over the prince, then there was a bright, nearly blinding blue explosion, that shook the ground, and green blood splashed and completely covered the chamber.
"Ah, looks like he's done away with the pests. Wash him up. It's time for our private session." King Vegeta walked down the stairs, Zorn following, his arms crossed over his chest with a glum expression, a small line of blood coming down his chin.
He'd told the king what he had to, with repercussions, but he had the least painful punishment, and he wore his wound with pride as he walked astride the king. King Vegeta grinned, seeming boastful as he unclipped his cape, and began stripping away his royal armour in favor of the royal blue bodysuit he wore underneath. A torrent of water flushed through the chamber, then drained away quickly, taking the chunks of Saibamen down into a drain, as Vegeta was visible once again, shaking his mane dry quickly. Crapabble pulled the lever, opening a door in the chamber with a hiss, as the Prince stepped out, steam coming off his exposed shoulders, where he wore a sleeveless black bodysuit with white gloves and boots.
"Father, are you all finished with counsul for the day?" He asked, going to stand beside him as his father walked to the center of the training room, the other saiyans flocking away respectfully, clearing the floor, then surrounding it to observe, as they all chattered with excitement.
"For now, let's get ready to spar, son." He said, cracking his neck side to side with both hands, as his son did the same, stretching to prepare for their intense battle. Zorn approached Nappa, from where they stood before the sideline, keeping the others back. Nappa glanced at Zorn, noting the blood on his pointed jawline, and Zorn eyed Nappa, snorting at him dismissively.
"Tell me, what happened, Zorn?" Nappa said lowly, keeping his eyes on The Prince. Zorn trained his narrow eyes on the king, musing in his throat for a moment, before darting them at Nappa.
"You promise not to do anything stupid?" He growled, and Nappa put his hands on his hips, looking at him with a raised brow.
"Alright... I'll tell you, but this is top secret, got it?" He whispered, and Nappa nodded, "Got it."
...
Vegeta gulped, as his father opened one hand to beckon him over, smirking in a way that exuded confidence; the way he he supposed a strong fighter should look. He didn't feel quite confident, facing off against his father, but he did feel a swell of adrenaline rushing through his veins that spurred him on.
"Don't tell me you're a coward, son, come show your old man what you've learned." King Vegeta sneered, and he nodded to him, surging forth as the the king put out two hands, swiftly blocking any attacks he attempted to come at him with, laughing loudly for all to hear as Vegeta growled with frustration, unable to get a hit on his father. The King smirked and turned his back, swiping him away with his tail.
"One should never turn their back, but if the opponent is as slow as you, it should deem no consequence." He teased, goding on his son into battle. Vegeta rubbed his cheek, then spat on the mat, angered by his father's cocky banter. He should have been used to it by now, but his father's training sessions were few and far between.
"I wouldn't speak so soon, father. I may be much younger and smaller, but that will also be your downfall." He countered, and his father charged for him, bringing two fists down like a hammer, but Vegeta was agile enough to dodge the blow that had stuffing bursting from the seams of the mats beneath them, as the little prince hopped onto his father's fists, and kicked him rudely in the jaw, before hopping onto his shoulders, and latching his legs around his father's throat in a deadly scissor hold.
"Not quite as slow now, am I?" Vegeta sneered, as his father gripped his legs and growled.
"I'll tear your legs off child, if you would embarrass the king in such a way before his subjects!" He hissed lowly, then loosened his tail and lashed it out like a viper; wrapping it around Vegeta's throat.
The prince gasped, coughing.
"Always, remember the first rule of fighting another Saiyan, son, watch for the tail!" He chuckled, as the boy's legs loosened, and he pulled him off, dropping the child on the mat behind him. The king whirled around, a devilish grin on his face as the child hopped back to attention.
"That's the most unnecessary rule in the book, father, because I could have just bitten a chunk right out of your fat tail if I truly wanted, but that would be the fighting mechanism of an animal of little intellect." He spat, crossing his arms. Servants ran over and handed them towels to wipe the sweat from their necks, and canteens of water to drink. King Vegeta took a long swig, then tossed it to the floor, the servant snatching it away, then scurrying off.
"Fine then, son. I'm tossing out the rule book. Let's fight like real men." He gravelled out with gusto, clenching one fist as the edges of his form began to waver, his flame of raven red hair dancing as his immense energy rushed out around him. "I like the way you think, father. You and I, are one in the same when it comes to lust for battle!" The Prince responded, powering up.
Nappa and Zorn looked on, the youngest of the two with his eyes trained on his king with silent admiration, as Nappa turned his cheek and tapped one foot anxiously, before looking to Zorn.
"Uh, I gotta go take a leak." He blurted out, making Zorn scowl at him, not looking away from the battle, he waved one hand dismissively; too caught up in the fight before him. Nappa nodded, and left the training floor, headed to the see a man about a payment that was due.
