The surface of the pink-tinged pond shimmered underneath the bright sunlight, dappled by watercress, and something they called puptails, which grew off tall reeds that stuck up along the pond's edge. The name was coined by the appearance likened to a young Saiyan child bent over, taking a drink, with their fuzzy little tail sticking up in the air.

Raditz giggled, as he watched his father tease the fish with his long brown tail, flicking it around in the water, splashing around to imitate a struggling worm.

"Shh! Ok, now yours!" Bardock whispered, a playful gleam in his dark eyes. Raditz gulped, turning to look at his own backside, where his tail was frizzing up nervously.

"But Papa, what if they bite it off?" He whispered back, cupping one hand over his mouth suspiciously, as his eyes flicked back to the water.

"They won't! You'll pull it out before that can happen, the second you feel them latch on, you pull, quick!" He grinned, and Raditz nodded, and dipped his tail in the cool water, and flicked it back and forth, like a flighty earthworm attempting to get back ashore. Kakarot watched from where his ball rested on the sand, a large leaf resting atop it to keep him cool, as the infant blinked sleepily.

Plunk! Raditz flinched, his back stiffening as he felt a little nip, then, chomp!

"Yow!" He yelped, jumping up in the air, and revealed the small fish flapping on the end of his tail wildly, as Bardock held his stomach and attempted to stifle his laughter.

Then, Bardock tensed up as well, as he looked back, and his tail straightened out, then yank! He pulled himself forward, and whipped a large fish out of the water, which flapped around wildly, until his father punched it, and it slowed it's frantic motions, it's mouth opening and closing slowly until it stopped moving altogether.

"Wow, it's huge! And we get to eat this whole fish?" Raditz said, poking at it's slimy white belly.

"Yup, but first, we have to gut it. Then, we'll build a fire and cook it, unless you want to eat it raw." Bardock said with a warm chuckle, placing one hand on Raditz's head and smoothing his hair back from his brow.

"Blech! No way, it's gotta be cooked!" Raditz said, spitting out his tongue, then closed his eyes and smiled, leaning into the petting, which was so relaxing he could have purred, if he didn't know any better, than he would have.

Bardock moved his hand back with a smile, and turned to attend to the fish, as Raditz stood beside him, watching attentively. As they turned their backs, there was a rustling in the reeds, as Bardock's discarded armour was picked up, and gone in a matter of seconds, the thief gone before they could even sense them.

"Now, let's get this baby sliced open, I hope you aren't queasy, because this might be a bit bloody.." Bardock began, pausing to look back a second, then dismissing the odd feeling like he was being watched, as Raditz tugged on his arm.

"I'm not queasy, Papa! Come on, I'm hungry!" He said with enthusiasm, and Bardock grinned, squatting down to get to work on the fish.

"Alright, in order to gut the fish we need to..."


"Beautiful... Broly..." A silken voice whispered, as her long, slender fingers stroked the glass. Vasenya's kohl rimmed eyes were shiny with unshed tears, as she stroked the pod, and admired the child inside.

"Your Majesty... while we love to be graced by your presence, might I ask why you have taken such a liking to this specific child?" Planthorr said carefully from where he paused his nervous pacing; his anxious face warped by the concave glass, glancing back at the shapely shadow behind him.

Zenaya was ready to leap at the Queen's command; lurking in the shadows, the green luminescence of the birth pods illuminating her raven hair with a reddish sheen, and glancing off her dark eyes, which contrasted starkly with the whites of them, like the glowing, hungry gaze of a predator. Queen Vasenya chuckled softly, and tapped on the glass with a long nail, making the child open his sleepy eyes.

"Please, I implore you... we cannot anger the child, with such a temper common to your breed, I worry he may crack the glass!" Malaka hissed from behind, his yellow eyes widening as Vasenya continued to tap, and flick the glass. The green-skinned reptilian took a few quick paces back, as Candor stepped forth, and the small alien nearly fell into his immense form, blocking him from stopping the Queen's taunting taps.

"He knows I do not intend to frighten him, don't you, Broly?" She purred, and the child looked on; his melancholic, almond eyes incredibly curious.

"It's odd, he doesn't fuss like a normal Saiyan child... Your Tarble did not either, I fear, perhaps this one is tame as well..." Planthorr said lowly, looking solemnly at Vasenya. The Queen curled her lip back just slightly at the elderly alien, then looked back at Broly, narrowing her eyes. Zenaya slinked forward at once; her long, scarlet clawed fingers on the bare part of her hips not covered by her black leotard, as the leather of her thigh high boots creaked just slightly. Planthorr looked over his shoulder, and gulped, slowly turning his head back towards the Queen as if a hot breath had curled the hairs on the back of his neck.

"No, Broly has a good temperament, see his tail, how it flicks, his brow creases. He does not like being in this prison, I believe the child will be ready, very shortly." Vasenya said, and the Frieza scientists came closer, looking for the subtle signs that signified he was indeed as ferocious as his fathers before him, the Elites following.

Tap. Tap.

"I beg of you, please stop that immediately, your Highness. The glass is sensitive... Ah, compared to a Saiyan's strength..." Malaka simpered to her weakly; lacing his nervously twiddling claws before his white cloak. Candor growled lowly at him, then looked from his peripheral to watch the infant as well.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Vasenya tapped the glass louder, twiddling her long, royal blue painted claws on the glass as if impatient; a wry grin contorting her beautiful face into something malicious, as she chuckled softly, satisfied to see that the child inside was indeed untamed, as he should be.

"Rrrr...rrgh..."

The two scientists both jolted in place from fear, as the small infant began to growl, in a deep, menacing tone, his tail coiling, then snapping with tension in the water, as his eyes met with Vasenya's, exchanging a silent glare, that then slid hatefully onto the scientists.

"Do you want to see your mommy, Broly? Is Broly a good boy?" She soothed, and the infant's head perked up.

"Yes... I know your mommy, and she will have you back, very soon." She cooed, and the scientists watched in wonder, as Broly stilled his angry tail's twitching, and looked on, with an eerily intelligent gaze.

"But, we cannot trust that you'll be safe here, all alone, can we? Candor?" Vasenya intoned calmly, and he nodded just once, licking his lips, then flexing his fist as Malaka took a sharp intake of breath, and shuddered from the heat radiating at his back.

"Whatever the issue, I assure you, the child is safe in our hands!" Planthorr suddenly shouted, as Zenaya's bottomless depths settled on him, and her tail snapped, cracking on the air like a whip, which made the scientists suddenly scatter in fear, like two lab rats trapped in a cage. Zenaya and Candor awaited the Queen's next command; like vipers, they were ready to lunge.

"Seize them, at once!" She growled, and the Elites nodded, quickly flying over the pods, where the two scientists hid.

"Lord Frieza will hear of this, I swear!" Malaka squawked, as Zenaya picked him up by the collar, lifting him slowly into the air, as he grasped at his cloak and gulped for air. She placed him securely under her arm, then landed with a click of her high heeled boots, her scarlet cloak swishing as she returned to the Queen's side. Vasenya looked back at her with a sly grin, and the female Elite grinned back, smirking sideways as she watched Candor capture Planthorr.

"You have no say over our practices! We are not held here by law, not by the likes of some monkey savages! Lord Frieza will not take this lightly!" Planthorr shouted, angrily standing his ground before Candor, who was slowly backing him into a corner, his features shadowy and malevolent, as a low rumbling growl emanated from him like a hungering beast. Planthorr looked around himself frantically, and attempted to climb over some equipment, but was quickly jerked back by his cloak, and ensnared by the Saiyan.

"Good work, Guards. To the courtyard with them, and quickly." A deep voice gravelled, as the King stepped down the stairs, with Kalabrylea at his side, Zorn at their backs. Vasenya turned to see him, and purred, beckoning him with one curling nail as she was slinking forth in her red, velvety garment, twirling her tail in one hand. She watched the guards fly off, then looked back at her husband, and blinked knowingly.

Kalabrylea bowed, "My Queen. I have done as you asked. Might I see him now?" She quivered, as King Vegeta's hand slid down her bare back, and squeezed the firm flesh of her backside through the silky blue dress she wore.

"You may, and Zorn? Fetch me the finest Ox Blood for us all to share. We are celebrating a most momentous occasion.."

"Aye, Your Royal Queen. Roight away!" He said obediently, and whirled around, flying off to the wine cellar.

"Hmm, where is that big oaf of yours, Nappa?" Vasenya questioned, trailing one finger down the King's white alabaster and crimson royal armour, then leaned forth and kissed him. Vegeta moved down to meet her, kissing her back passionately, a flash of a sharp canine bared, then they parted, and he scented the red mark on her throat; as was customary in greeting his mate, as she perused the new blue one on his, then barked a harsh laugh.

They pulled back from one another quickly, as Kalabrylea was busy cooing over Broly, and Vegeta sighed with annoyance, "I truly do not know. This is not like Nappa, abandoning his post..?"

"Hmm, it's certainly odd, but we could always call Paragus in as a temporary replacement. He's not busy, is he?" Vasenya intoned softly, kissing her husband's throat, and running his silky red cloak through her sharp fingernails as Kalabrylea turned back, startled; her ebony black eyes wide and glossy as they met the King's, pleading to him. Vegeta pulled Vasenya back, holding his wife by the shoulders as he attempted to regain command over the mischievous female.

"That would not be appropriate, My Queen. I believe he and his army are offworld at the moment. It is improper conduct, even to merely suggest, after how he has disowned Kalabrylea!" He grated lowly, glaring down at Vasenya with warning as she giggled impishly, and twirled around to face Kalabrylea.

" 'Improper conduct!' Perhaps I shall let him plunder me, as you've plundered her, and so eagerly at that!" She sneered, flicking her long braid out behind her back with a huff.

"Enlighten me, Kalabrylea. Does this not satisfy you? Are you not thoroughly sated, or shall we attempt this infiltration again, perhaps I shall supervise? As my husband's-" She was cut off, and suddenly gasped as Vegeta pulled her to him by her hair, and bit savagely into the mark on her neck, reaffirming their bond forcefully; his tail wrapping around her waist possessively as Kalabrylea watched, her hand to her surprised face as he growled into her throat, then tossed her away, licking blood from his lips. Vasenya stumbled into Kalabrylea, who caught her, kindly.

"Enough! Enough of your petty attitude, woman! I'll not hear another word! You shall respect Princess Kalabrylea, as you were the one choosing her to be consort for me, and I have chosen you as my Queen!" He spat out venomously, then stormed away. Vasenya suddenly sobbed, and thrust Kalabrylea away from her in spite, and into Broly's pod. The younger, prettier female fell hard against it, rattling the pipes, then stiffened as she grasped at the slippery glass to support herself.

"' 'Princess'... Heh. If it were not for me finding that mark on your back, you would have never even known... Ignorant fool! " Vasenya stalked forward, her tail lashing, as she came close to Kalabrylea, and nearly touched her with her nose, as she dipped her head, and sniffed down her stomach, stroking the girl's pale belly with one nail.

"You see, this?" She whispered, and twisted her nail in her abdomen. Kalabrylea nodded quickly, gulping.

"You are young... fertile, my mate, he is virile... and this child, will be mine. Do you understand our arrangement?" She snarled, and Kalabrylea flinched, squeezing her sparkling eyes shut. "Yes'm.." She quivered, and Vasenya removed her nail from the gash in her stomach.

"Broly. Is mine. Vegeta. Is mine. Got it?" She growled, and Kalabrylea gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

"But, my Queen... y-you said, we'd... be like den sisters!" She shivered, as the glass behind her back trembled.

" 'Sisters'...teehee...! Isn't that just the most ideal male fantasy, two den sisters to love him, and love one another, yet, neither one of them women the wiser." Vasenya seethed, then cackled low in her throat, smoothing her hands down her own sleek, hourglass body.

"Yes, sisters... One wench to warm the foot of the bed. The other, with a crown on her beautiful head." She said softly, with a biting gaze, then pulled Kalabrylea close by her chin, and kissed her, as the other's eyes widened, and she struggled. There was a low rumbling, then a sharp hissing sound, as Vasenya fought to claim dominance over her, clawing at her back, and forcing her tongue through her shiny red lips, as Kalabrylea whimpered. Tiny, white hairline fractures began to appear on Broly's pod, as the two females struggled. Vasenya purred, licking Kalabrylea's lips, and the other female panted; her chest heaving as she spread her arms out protectively over her son, then squeezed her eyes shut as Vasenya nibbled her neck, and inspected the odd blue fang marking there.

"Uh...Queen... Vasenya, and Miss Kalabrylea?" Zorn called, hesitating to come forward as he watched, gulping, then saw Kalabrylea open her eyes and stare at him, with frantic urgency. He dropped the wine bottle and surged forth, just as the two parted, and saved both females, flying up with both on his hips, as the glass shattered, and a torrent of water flooded out from the pod. They watched in awe as Broly levitated up from the broken pod, dripping wet, with a tumultuous green aura oozing out and spiking around him, as he tossed his head back, and began to cry, loudly.

"Broly... he's... born!" Vasenya gasped, and Kalabrylea watched, reaching out for him.

"My baby!"

Zorn lowered, and set down the females carefully. They ran off, and took flight towards the child, then both latched arms around him, sobbing.

"Broly! Sweet Broly! He's a healthy boy!" The Queen sobbed. The two women clasped hands around him, and trembled, Broly's aura subsided, his tears quelled by the two women he had grown to recognize as mothers.

"Thank you... so much..." Kalabrylea whispered. The two Saiyan women held eachother with the squirming babe in between their chests, whimpering for someone to nourish him. Kalabrylea lifted her head, and kissed him on his crown of black, spiky hair.

"He will never lack for love, with two mothers, he shall be a happy little prince." Vasenya said softly, and closed her eyes, stroking Kalabrylea's shoulders as she opened her gown. Broly latched on quickly, and grunted needily as he nursed.

Zorn looked away quickly, and scratched his head, chuckling nervously in confusion.

"Oi... uh, ladies? Emm, I hate to interrupt, but... we really can't be missing the show... heheh... " He blushed. Kalabrylea smiled at him whilst floating down; cradling the small baby to her chest. Vasenya followed, watching him with softened eyes, her weary brow creased with anxiety at last relaxing; as the two women coiled their tails together in an unspoken truce. Brought together at last by their common love, leaving petty rivalry in the past.


The courtyard of Castle Vegeta was jam packed with excited peasants all filing in to see the show, many already waiting for the royals to make their appearance. Ankja and Rendo locked the garden gate behind them, and began walking over to the large courtyard, hemmed in by guards.

"Big put out, wonder who the stiffs'l be today?" Rendo said, scratching his nose, as Ankja walked beside him, and smirked, leaning up, then whispering in his ear. He listened a moment, then chortled.

"Oh, that'll be quite the show! How's it you always know awl the talk 'round town?" He said, and Anjka winked, toting a large basket in her arms.

"Gardeners know all the dirt." She said with a sly smile. Rendo tilted his head for a moment; confused, then laughed so loudly she hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Shh! Don't be so loud! I don't want my head up there!"

"Ankja, you said, 'gardeners know AWL the DIRT', because you work wiff dirt!" He guffawed, and she rolled her eyes, walking a few feet away from him to make it look like she wasn't with the goofy guard.

They made their way through the crowd of tightly packed bodies, Ankja hefting up her basket of old tomatoes and rotten Xenoba fruit as she struggled to get closer to the stage. Then, she found a good place to stand, only because the woman in front of her was so short. Ankja set her basket down, then noticed that the girl before her was wearing old armour with a metal skirt, as well as a bulky scouter that hadn't been used in awhile, by the scuffed-up look of it.

"Hey! What did I tell you?!" Ankja snarled, making Gine turn around quickly, and wave sheepishly, giving her a cheesy smile.

"Hi Ankja!" She squeaked, then curtseyed, stretching out her armour skirt.

"What do you think of my disguise? Pretty good, right?" She asked eagerly, and Ankja snorted. "I knew it was you, Gine! Most female fighters aren't short like you!" She retorted back, and Gine huffed, puffing out her cheeks stubbornly as she stomped one foot.

"Well, I'm not leaving! I've had to defend this spot for too long! Besides, the hearing will be starting soon!" She said anxiously, and turned back around. Ankja sighed, and passed her a tomato. Gine looked at it, puzzled.

"To throw! Hehe, it's a real hoot!" Anjka giggled devilishly, and Gine shook her head.

"You're ridiculous! This is a sensitive issue, you know. People will die today." She said, her smile fading.

"...Did you find Bardock?" Anjka asked, solemnly.

"No." She said, and looked up at the stage, as the deafening fanfare of trumpets and drums began, announcing the entrance of the King. They all placed their fists over their hearts, as the lofty anthem of Planet Vegeta began. All bowed their heads in reverence as the Elite Guards came out onto the stage, all but Nappa surrounding the King, Queen, the Prince, and a woman they didn't recognize at first. The crowd erupted in applause, and mutual confusion about the beautiful new woman making an appearance.

"Is that... Kalabrylea?!" Gine and Ankja gasped at once, as they saw the former scullery maid walking beside King Vegeta, holding a small infant bundled in a purple blanket. She was well dressed, and with good posture, making her look very regal, as they walked to center stage.

"Wow... well, she certainly moved up in social standing... Wonder whose boots she's licking to get there." Anjka sneered, and Gine raised her brows and shrugged; she wouldn't say it out of the kindness of her heart, but she found it unbelievable that such a mousey, slow-witted girl was able to walk with royalty.

The uproarious clapping and applause for the royals began to quiet, as King Vegeta raised one hand to silence everyone, which they did, still whispering with excitement.

Zorn stepped forth, grinning, taking a few gratuitous bows here and there, before introducing the King and Queen, and their honored guests as Princess Kalabrylea, and Prince Broly, from a far away town called Vradashmi. Ankja was fuming with jealousy, whereas Gine felt glad for Kalabrylea; apparently she had been recognized, and officially confirmed as royalty, as Zorn described where she hailed from, and that she was of blue blood. This made the crowd roar even more fervently, until King Vegeta cleared his throat, and gestured to another Saiyan, who stepped forth. An elderly man walked to center stage, and took a bow.

"The Royal Judge, Efennel!" Zorn cried, and they clapped for him, the stuffy elder looking at Zorn reproachfully as he grinned sheepishly. The judge cleared his throat, and addressed the crowd.

"Today, we have the matter of Conspiracy at hand." Efennel said, solemnly.

The crowd all ooed and ahhed, as Prince Vegeta smirked slightly, raising one hand slightly to calm them like his father, as he sat proudly on his knee.

"Bring forth the Conspirators." The judge said, a large man, with a massive grey beard over his black cloak, who tapped a long walking stick with a gavel head, in time with his command.

An uproar erupted from the crowd of bloodthirsty Saiyans, as Candor and Zenaya pushed their captives forth, and the crowd quieted, watching with rapt attention as they were brought up for questioning.

Queen Vasenya was called to the stand, and stood up from her throne, coming to the front, as many cried out their love and adoration for their queen, tossing flowers onto the stage.

"Good day, to you, my loyal subjects." She said sweetly, then approached the captives on trial.

"Though, its not a good day for you two, I suppose." She said, and the crowd chuckled. Planthorr and Malaka stood shakily, glancing all around themselves in terror, as the Queen slowly approached them, slinking forth in that sensual fashion; that resembled the movement of a serpent more than anything, before pausing beside the judge, with Zorn's large presence hovering beside her protectively.

The judge cleared his throat, and opened a long scroll, Vasenya stood on one side, and the opposed, on the other.

"The offense we are to bring judgment on today, is the case of these two appointed Scientists, who were put in place to survey the Royal Nursery, and it's infants. Planthorr and Malaka's orders were to keep track of these children; and monitor their growth in the pods. They have been accused of Conspiring to Theft, and or Kidnapping, by planning on liberating Broly, and handing him over to their master, Lord Frieza himself, in the assumption, that he would be honored by this gift of a strong Saiyan child, and one day, use that child as a weapon for his army." He announced, and the crowd all around the stage gasped and jeered for bloodshed, as Kalabrylea stroked Broly's cheek to calm him, all the shouting and commotion making him begin to whimper and fuss.

"Kill them! Chop off their heads!" Many in the crowd roared, a heat coming off of it as the Saiyans all growled and demanded severe punishment be enacted.

"Kill the traitor aliens! We must punish them!" A Saiyan yelled, and they all jeered in agreement. "Quiet!" The Judge tapped his wooden cane, and the crowd silenced somewhat, still chattering excitedly amongst themselves.

"Does anyone disagree with these charges?" He said, and a heavy silence came over the crowd, as they listened; but no savior could be found.

"I do," Planthorr said, and the Judge raised one brow for him to speak.

"We are not under the Saiyan law. We belong to King Cold! You cannot charge us without his presence! Let alone, his permission! I demand a retrial!" Planthorr shouted, and Malaka agreed.

"You filthy, stupid monkeys! You cannot deem us guilty without representation!" Malaka screeched, and hissed at the judge. Zenaya slapped him soundly for speaking without being asked.

The crowd roared angrily at Planthorr and Malaka, and they flinched back, but still held their ground, even as the cold-blooded reptilian sweated beneath the oppressive heat, and Planthorr hunched his back from the gravity of Planet Vegeta. Effenel cleared his throat, and looked to the red horizon in the distance.

"Permission has been granted. Though ye may have worked for The Cold Empire before, they have deemed thee both relieved of duty, effective immediately. You now answer to King Vegeta. This is Majority Rule under Annexation, when the Colds are not present; we do as Saiyan tradition demands. Any discrepancies in race, or standing, are deemed obsolete. You will be executed, as we see fit."

Planthorr and Malaka looked to one another in horror, clasping hands desperately, their eyes wide with shock that no-one, no, not even a mere note could be sent from King Cold and Lord Frieza, or Planet Frieza to protect them, as if they were nothing more than indispensable drones. They had spent many, many long years, long until they met old age working for King Cold, as his honored scientists; the best space could find. And now, it was as if they were being dishonorably disowned. Planthorr sobbed softly, and the other alien beside him hissed, for him to be quiet and keep their dignity.

"We are all in agreement. Court has decided that ye shall be swiftly punished for your crimes. Your superior has been notified, and declined to speak on thy part. With no-one to defend their innocence, and all the evidence gleaned from our reports; we have deemed thee, Guilty. Planthorr and Malaka, you are hereby sentenced to Execution by Decapitation." Judge Efennel announced. Planthorr and Malaka froze in terror, their eyes wide as they scrambled backwards to escape the stage, but could not fight back against Candor and Zenaya. The Elites simply dragged the protesting victims to the gallows, stripping them of their white lab cloaks, and the armour beneath; leaving their portly bellies exposed as they stumbled forth in their breeches, sobbing, pleading their innocence to no avail. They were at last pushed down, and locked into the blood-stained wooden gallows to detain them. Candor and Zenaya stepped back, their tails briefly intertwining, as they motioned to a large, massive Saiyan cloaked in black.

The crowd screamed obscenities and pelted the guilty with tomatoes and rotten fruit unmercifully; Ankja giggling as she scored a good hit, right in Malaka's eye. Then, the onslaught of offensive food stopped, as Executioner Onioan was motioned to walk forward; slightly nudged by Candor. The executioner looked around quickly at the crowd, a wide smile forming beneath the black hood he wore. He was a mountain of a man, larger than even Nappa himself; who had yet to show his face.

"Hello. My name, Onioan. I'll be your executioner today." The large Saiyan said goofily, and grinned, squatting down to shake their hands that were hanging loosely in the gallows. Planthorr and Malaka let their hands drop, resigning to their fate, they looked to another and sighed. The executioner loosened a hook on each of the gallows delicately, between two large fingers, then the guards took the restraints away, leaving the two to rest their necks on the chipped chopping blocks; the dark emerald wood dyed black from ichor stains.

Onioan reared back to his full height, of at least nine feet, and stood off to the side of the two sentenced to death, then reached back; pulling out a massive halberd from the sheath on his back, and thunking it on the floor. The prisoners gasped, and he laughed giddily in his deep voice, like a child.

"Onioan will make sure you are dead quickly. Don't be scared! One blow, and off the head goes, on the count of three. Ok?" He said, and the two nodded somberly, tears running down their faces, as they lowered them to stare at the blood-soaked wooden planks below them. Onioan prepared by lifting his halberd, then scoring their necks with the cool blade, very carefully to ensure a clean and even slice.

A hush fell over the crowd, as all watched with bated breath, seemingly as if they all held it at once. Prince Vegeta smiled, his tail curling and wagging with his excitement from where he sat on his father's knee. King Vegeta weaved his fingers through his son's hair, and stroked it, making the young Prince rumble with a small contented purr, as he watched the proceedings eagerly.

Then on the count of three, the executioner reared back the halberd, and roared. The broad metal blade glowed with golden sparks as he brought it down heavily, and it slammed like a guillotine, with a resonating shake all throughout the crowd. They twitched back in disgust. The halberd effectively decapitated the two heads at once, with a torrent of blood spurting from their severed necks. Their legs and bodies twitched violently with death tremors, and Zenaya placed her boots on them to calm the twitching, grinding her heels in their backs as she snickered cruelly.

Gine gulped as she looked up at the stage, her large eyes watering as they searched the crowd for Bardock frantically, and Ankja soothed her.

"I told you, it's best you get out of here, and run back home!" She whispered sharply, and Gine shook her head.

"No! I'll take the stand if I have to! They're wrong about him! I'll save Bardock!" She growled, and shoved Ankja's hands off her, her tail wagging angrily as a small burst of energy ruffled her hair, making a heat emanate from the small female.

"Fine. If you say so..." Ankja sighed, hoping that Gine could handle watching her husband be beheaded.

Candor motioned to Zenaya to the thin wooden caskets set aside, and she nodded, picking up Malaka by his tail and tossing him in, as he hefted Planthorr down into the cheaply made casket, and put the lids on. Their bodies would likely be interred down by the low slumgrounds of town, to be thrown into the sewage runoff. Zorn cackled aloud, picking the two heads up by the hair, and shaking them victoriously.

"Justice for Prince Broly has been served today!" He cheered, before tossing them into a basket, and wiping his hands off. Kalabrylea held one hand to her mouth, looking away as she cradled Broly tighter to her chest. King Vegeta rested one hand on her shoulder, and she dared to look back, staring only into his dark eyes.

"You'll become accustomed to it soon. We royalty must keep a strong visage for our people." He said, somewhat sternly, and took her chin, turning her face to look. Kalabrylea gulped, blinking tears from her eyes, as Vasenya placed her hands on her shoulders, and urged her to look as well.

"Stay strong for the child. For this was done in his honor, you must understand the importance." She said, and Kalabrylea nodded, and stood, looking down bravely at the unsettling scene below her. The royals released her, handing Broly to Vasenya. Prince Vegeta looked on at the woman with disdain, as she strolled forth, lowering one hand towards the baskets. The crowd fell silent.

"You would have stolen my son from me, you foul wretches! Burn in all seven hells!" She cried out, and furrowed her brow, alighting her hand a dark royal blue, and sending out twin ki blasts, which evaporated the severed heads immediately. Kalabrylea panted, pulling her hand back, and clasping them before her as she bowed.

"Princess Kalabrylea! Prince Broly!" The crowd all cheered, and she smiled, bowing her head once again politely. Zorn looked at her with surprise; not believing what he had just witnessed. Kalabrylea's strength was reflected in his rapidly beeping green scouter, his jaw slowly dropping as the number simply kept climbing, and climbing.

"Gosh. You're simply amazin'." He awed softly; not thinking before he gushed his admiration for her aloud, and Kalabrylea blushed, noticing Zorn's astonishment. Kalabrylea looked away bashfully and curled her tail around her waist to conceal it's embarrassing fluffing in response to his flattery.

Vasenya clutched the King's arm and laughed, and he in turn, as Prince Vegeta turned his face away and scowled; eyeing the child cradled between their arms enviously, as the strange woman turned away from the crowd, and joined them in coddling the child.

"We will now have a brief recess to discuss the upcoming charges! Please refrain from throwing spoilt fruits an' veg, until we clear the stage for the next sentence!" Zorn announced, then flinched as he dipped and dived to avoid tomatoes and ripe Xenoba fruit, squawking. The royals all chuckled with amusement at Zorn, Kalabrylea's cheeks flushing prettily as she bounced Broly on her knee, and he cooed happily.

"He's a funny man! Isn't he, Broly?" She said, and he giggled, sucking on his fist contentedly.

"Zorn's nothing but a buffon." Prince Vegeta snapped, baring his teeth at Broly.

"Oi! Bloody hell! I didn't mean hit me!" Zorn shouted, brushing pulp and slime off his black and red breastplate with an indignant huff.

"I'm an Elite guard, you know! I deserve respect!" He snapped, his tail sticking out straight and frizzing up angrily.

"Blast you all!" He groaned, to which the crowd laughed, and threw more.

"Alright, enough." King Vegeta said, but the crowd didn't hear their king, and kept pelting poor Zorn.

"Cease that immediately!" Candor bellowed, and the teasing immediately stopped. Candor smirked, and held his ox blood cloak out around Zorn, and escorted him away.

"Good effort keeping the peace, Zorn. At least you don't start blasting at them like Nappa usually does, and start a huge brawl." He said, chuckling roughly.

"Yeah, well if Nappa doesn't show up soon with Bardock in tow, it'll be a disappointing show, to say the least! An' now I need a bath!" He growled back, Candor protecting them from projectiles, as they made their way to stand beside the King and Queen.


"What's the meaning of this?" A gruff voice growled, as two shadows in a dark alleyway fought for dominance, dust clouds rolling out around them as they stirred up the sand with their vigorous wrestling.

"Enough struggling! You know why I'm here!" Nappa growled back, forcing the other man into his black and green armour, with red sleeves. Blood ran from the man's face, which was puffed up and swollen, but his hair was unmistakable; with six spiky and unruly prongs that crowned his head. Nappa clutched his skull, and craned his neck back, taking a knife, and slicing it across his cheekbone.

"Everyone has to pay the price for their crimes sometime, and you should have known better. Now you'll know how it feels to be killed without mercy, to have your life rendered pointless!" He growled, and slashed another cut in his cheek, before pulling down the man's jaw, and grinning sadistically. Nappa knelt on his chest with one knee, making the other saiyan wheeze.

"Any last words?" Nappa sneered, poking at his swelling purple bottom lip with the knife.

"I enjoyed every last minute of it." He said thickly, with a cough, and Nappa growled, taking him by the throat; squeezing until the whites of the cruel Saiyan's eyes bulged. He hacked; his wet, red tongue protruding from his dark blue, blood-engorged face, as he gasped for breath. Nappa took the knife, pulling his tongue out fully, and cut it out with a crunch of tearing tendons, tossing the severed organ aside with a -splat- in the dusty soul, where it quickly became lost to the whirling sands.

"There.." Nappa sneered, his voice grating with a low, gravelling purr, hauling the man up as he gurgled; attempting to protest, choking on his own blood.

"Now you know how it feels to no longer have a voice, like how when my brother Saavoy could no longer even cry out for father, and you slaughtered him unmercifully. It was cruel. He did not die a warrior's death as he should have." He said bitterly, and barked out a harsh cry.

"This is not for me! This, is for Saavoy, and Raditz!" Nappa shouted, then bound the speechless man's wrists together; gritting his teeth with anger as the other smaller saiyan still fought; though blood spilled through his clenched teeth, his tawny muscles surging against the binds, as he nearly overwhelmed Nappa with his strange spurts of strength.

Nappa took the other Saiyan's tail, and tugged it tight, binding his wrists with it, to make the other fall limp, paralyzed from the agonizing pain. He fell to his knees, tears falling and becoming powdery in the dirty white sand; staring at the ground beneath him with voiceless sobs rattling in his chest; thinking of his wife and children back home, knowing he would never see them again, nor ever again even in the afterlife.

Those laments were short lived, unfortunately, as Nappa gathered the detained prisoner up, and tossed him over his shoulder, taking flight back to Castle Vegeta, a grim expression on his face, as he still clutched the small piece of armour in his fist, and held it against his breast.

"I'm sorry." Nappa whispered, as the boy ran out of a small dwelling, crying out for his father, but before he could take chase after him, he was gone.