The blood was still drying on the floor boards when Nappa landed with a thud, and tossed the limp man he carried on his back to the floor, to the surprise of the entire courtyard. He looked up, and regarded the scene before him with a bitter expression. The recess was put to a halt, as the royals diverted their attention from themselves, and onto the scene before them. King Vegeta stood, and approached Nappa angrily, his red cloak carrying on the balmy summer air, before there was a sound crack that carried all throughout the courtyard. Nappa took a strike from his King, and simply turned his face to the side, his eyes closed as his cheek began to swell and redden.

"Do you understand why I have punished you, Nappa?" He growled, showing the crowd and his successor what happened to even Elite Guards that did not follow orders.

He nodded once, quickly.

"I understand, and I will take this wound as my punishment without regrets. I've brought here to you, Bardock." Nappa proclaimed proudly, and stomped one boot on the man who was tied up, immobilized by his own tail, bleeding and bruised from so many areas, his features were practically indistinguishable.

"You beat him to a bloody pulp, Nappa. Was this entirely necessary?" King Vegeta snapped under his breath, and Nappa hesitated, then nodded.

"He put up quite the fight." He gravelled, and the King stepped back to inspect the appearance of the Elite. Nappa was dirty and scuffed up, but his wounds didn't add up to nearly half as much as the Saiyan lying unresponsive on the floor.

"It was overkill." Vegeta snarled, and turned away quickly, not wanting to bear looking at the pathetic sight beneath him, a Saiyan should not fight one another without due cause, to defeat such a strong warrior, and display him pitifully on the stage was disrespectful, no matter what the station. The King motioned to Zorn, and spoke softly to him, and he nodded dutifully, and ran to pick up the man, and hefted him up into a chair. Kalabrylea stood, hesitant, then came up beside Zorn, and reached to tilt back the man's face, her velvety black irises expanding to take in his terrible appearance.

"What is it, my lady? You need not to dirty your hands, I'll take care of him." Zorn said, and Kalabrylea lowered her face, nodding. "His face is too bruised to tell, but I believe this is the man... He defended me against Paragus, if you recall.." She said very softly, and used her long, translucent blue bell sleeve to clean the blood from his cheek. Zorn took a sharp intake of breath, and hesitated to touch her; knowing it may not be his place, but the Princess could not allow herself to display this type of shameful behavior. He rested one hand carefully on her shoulder, and motioned her silently away. Vasenya stood up quickly, and stormed past Kalabrylea with a soft scoff; after all, this was only some third class warrior, and they needed to make their best appearance on the public, not sympathize with their captives.

"What is this?" She snapped, and Zorn backed away slightly, but Nappa remained standing guard over his captor, almost possessively.

"What's the charge?" She snarled, and Judge Efennel quickly rooted through his robes for the scroll.

"Ah, here it is. Zühn, Bardock; third class soldier, accused of ogling the Queen's unmentionables. Minimum sentence, he shall have his eyes removed. Maximum, penalty of death, ladies choice." He announced, with a clearing of his throat. The Queen lowered her eyes onto the captor and purred, approaching him.

"We need this prisoner awake." She growled, and the Elite stiffened, his lip curled with distaste.

"Why not just-" He began, then froze, as the Queen's eyes suddenly glowed red.

"Yes, Queen." He grunted. Zorn approached, and splashed a bucket of cold water onto the bloodied Saiyan. One, to wash away the blood so that they could at least discern his identity, and two, to wake him. The spiky haired man stirred, grunting, and lifted his head that seemed to be feeling very heavy, but as his eyes opened, they were narrowed hatefully on all of those around him. Tongue-less, he could not speak, let alone lick his busted lips and broken teeth.

"Zühn, Bardock. You have been summoned here today to face the charges you have been accused of. Can you confirm or deny your presence in the malt bar on the evening on question, Xøstover, 67?"

The Saiyan furrowed his brow, and began looking around himself in confusion. He met the eyes of a woman in the crowd, who was pushing past people desperately to get up to the stage.

"Stop! STOP!" Gine shouted, and was held back by some of the castle guards at the edge of the stage. They muffled her screaming for the time being, so the court once again started up, as if nothing had even happened.

"What is wrong with this captive that he cannot speak on his own part?" Judge Efennel asked Nappa with a suspicious tone, and Nappa stuttered to answer.

"W-Well, he was very uncooperative, and in our struggle he bit his tongue." The Judge looked very doubtful, as he nodded to an Elite to inspect the Saiyan's mouth. Candor came forth quickly, and grabbed the man's face, opening his mouth forcefully. The Judge leaned in to get a better look, then shook his head disdainfully.

"Tsk, tsk. This man's tongue has been removed! How shall court proceed if we cannot have an answer from his own mouth?"

"I'll answer for him!" A female voice shouted out, then there was a blast of air from the crowd, as she knocked the guards off of her with a small wave of her own ki. Gine flew up onto the stage, wriggling through the wall of guards, her small stature imposing with her aura flashing around her.

"And who are you?" The Judge said dubiously, and Gine huffed.

"I'm Bardock's mate, and this man is not Bardock!" She shouted, pointing at the impostor. "I know his scent, and this is not him! Bardock is innocent!" She shouted, to the entire court, and the crowd's surprise. Nappa growled and glared at Gine, frustrated that she'd ruined his plan with her rude interruption.

The crowd began to roar, Retrial!, demanding that the true Bardock be found, and Gine frowned, looking to Nappa. He snarled at her, and she stiffened, realizing now that perhaps the Elite was doing her a favor, and she had just gone and ruined it.

"She's right! That's not Bardock, that's my mate, Tulces!" A woman cried out, coming forth, dragging a small child with her.

"Please, free him! He has nothing to do with this 'Bardock!'" She wailed, and Nappa stepped between her and Tulces, his back shielding the woman's eyes, as the castle guards restrained her, and court began to proceed once again, with Gine now on the stage, watching with wide, frightened eyes.

"Is this correct, are you the one named, Tulces?" Efennel questioned, and the man in the chair nodded grimly, staring down at the floor. King Vegeta stood, and stormed to Nappa angrily.

"What is the meaning of this insubordination? You would defy your King, and lie to my face?!" He snapped, and Nappa took the screaming in his face without flinching. The King's angered onyx eyes met Nappa's dark russet eyes, and the Elite stared back. "If you would allow me to explain, you would see that I have good reasoning for what I have done..." Nappa said lowly, and Vegeta backed away a few paces until settling back onto his throne, panting, then waved dismissively, his brows furrowed as Kalabrylea stroked his arm to try and calm him.

"Allow Nappa to speak his part on why he believes the man in question is guilty. Then we will proceed with the trial of Bardock. Zorn," Vegeta snapped, and Zorn rushed up to his side.

"Zorn, go find the real Bardock." He whispered, and Zorn nodded.

"Right away, Your Majesty. You can count on me!" He said, and flew up, away from the stage.

Efennel cleared his throat loudly, harrumphing with his displeasure.

"This is a most unusual development, but you may proceed. What are the charges?" He clipped towards Nappa, who lifted his head to look out around the crowd, his baleful eyes seeming sorrowful as they spotted the woman and child in the crowd, who were held back by guards, the woman still sobbing while the boy looked up at him, and met his gaze angrily.

"The charges? Murder." Nappa spat, looking away from the child. The brat was young, so small that the memory wouldn't stay clear in his mind. The woman, she was pretty enough to find a new mate. Breaking families apart had a price, after all. Murder doesn't go unpunished. The court fell silent, listening for the next words from Nappa's lips.

"It was the year, 682. I was employed by the Saiyan-Cold initiative, now known as the Frieza Force. I'd moved up in the ranks quickly as a boy, following my brother Saavoy's footsteps. I wanted to go everywhere he went, do everything the way he did. It seemed to work for him. We'd been allowed to work as a team, along with my father, Reddka, and Tulces. We were an efficient force; too efficient..." Nappa sighed, taking a heavy breath, before continuing to the point he hated to have to tell.

"We were assigned to Planet Jichor, nothing major. Clean up, and collect. But, we were stopped before it could all be done. Tulces came across a village there that seemed weak enough, the people of Jichor were a gelatinous group, nothing more than blobs with eyes, and feelers to crawl across the ground. We split up, leaving him to take care of it, as we got the others. But, for whatever reason, it was taking him longer than it should've...

So, after we had all finished, we returned to the village, and found Tulces in a tight spot. The gelatinous creatures had all become one, and their jelly essence had hardened into something like glass, with needle point spikes. It took all of us to take it down, but Saavoy had the glory of the kill, he thrust his hand into the core, and pulled it's heart out, instantly slaying the monster.

We all congratulated him for a job well done, besides Tulces. He had an odd look about him, an odd.. hunger. The Devil's Fruit. That's what he called it, the heart. Saavoy wanted to keep it as a memento. He never really planned to eat it, or anything like that... But, that's where the trouble began."

There was a long silence as Nappa told the story, that seemed to stretch across the courtyard, and to the edge of the dark forest beyond. "...You may continue." Efennel said gently, nodding towards Nappa. The general gulped, feeling his throat was parched. The king directed a servant girl to fetch him a drink, and the girl handed it to Nappa. He thanked her and took the goblet, drinking greedily, the water sloshing down his thickly chorded neck, rivulets trickling down his black and gold armour. A low husky rumbling could be heard, that sent a chill down the spines of many, as the man strapped by his tail to the chair laughed thickly through the blood in his mouth, his shoulders shaking with each rattling cough of a laugh.

"Be silent!" King Vegeta hissed, standing up quickly as if he were ready to attack Tulces, rage sharpening his dark pupils as he glared at Tulces. The dusky skinned saiyan quelled his laughter, and instead, simply smiled. Nappa took the small jagged piece of Saavoy's armour out of his breastplate, clutching it for comfort as he began the next part of his recollection.

"...We were running out of rations. It wasn't always wise to just eat anything you came across on every planet. Saavoy had never had the taste for blood. My brother always said he didn't enjoy eating anything with a face, he had this streak in him that was unlike most Saiyans... this... empathy. For everything. So you could see why that would be ...deterring for a purger."

Soft laughter sprinkled through the crowd, and Nappa smiled weakly, waving one hand as if to brush away their amusement.

"Nah, Saavoy didn't let that stop him, if he had to kill, he did it incredibly quick. He taught me all the ways in which you could kill something so fast that it didn't even 'feel it'. It was dead before it could even blink. I always thought that was interesting... but I didn't share that same feeling. I tried, but there was just something... challenging in the way things struggle." He spat, scowling at Tulces.

"It was Tulces' idea to eat the fruit. He knew more about it than any of us, so eventually Saavoy agreed, and we all ate a small piece. Just one small bite. It made us all incredibly strong, our strength was multiplied, just like an Oozaru, except we could stay in our own form.

As we kept on eating the fruit though, it seemed either just one of us would get the effect, or none of us. After a few days, it was completely gone, nothing was left but a seed. Saavoy wanted to keep the seed, he felt maybe it wasn't right for us to have eaten the fruit. He thought, maybe, eating the fruit would make us all too greedy for power, and that something rich such as that was the earth's gift to the gods. Only meant for the Eternal Dragon... Somethin' silly like that." Nappa chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.

"One day, Saavoy and Tulces got into a scuffle, and Tulces tried to steal the seed. Saavoy would have simply handed it to him, he didn't have to fight dirty to get it..." He growled, pointedly at Tulces. Tulces shrugged, making Nappa's tail whip behind his back angrily, before resuming his tale.

"...It had been a few months after, and we'd been moving steadily from planet to planet, basically whichever Tulces had planned that week, I didn't know what he wanted then, but I know now...

We'd landed on Planet Fraktal. Fraktal was different than anything I'd ever seen, it was beautiful, even after the core of the planet had collapsed long ago, the planet had managed to reinvent itself, regrowing itself into a multi-level, flat terrain with the fragments of its outer shell, step by step we climbed down vines until we reached the oasis at the center... Then, that's where Tulces convinced... tricked Saavoy into planting it- he didn't know it would end so badly.

We were all surprised when the tree grew so massive, you could stand inside the colossal caverns at the center, where hundreds of ripe, red pebble-skinned fruit hung. In order to bear fruit, it drained the energy from the planet, decimating the entire ecosystem. The grass grew brown, the animals perished. Great roots ripped through the soil, puncturing through rocks, buildings...

We were attacked as a result. The Fraktals came for revenge, and they outnumbered us greatly by the thousands. They were only puny humans, though. They had their guns, bombs.. cannons, that they thought would harm us, and they should've. Tulces and Saavoy led the slaughter, fueled by the devil's fruit... It was all over, once the effect had worn off for Saavoy, he'd fallen into a comatose state; just staring... in shock at what he had done, as he gazed haplessly out at the battlefield. He never wanted to be a killer... He wasn't like you." Nappa growled, glaring at Tulces. The man barely lifted his head.

"Once Saavoy had awoken, he begged Tulces to destroy the tree, and any other fruit borne by the Tree of Might, but Tulces wouldn't let him. Saavoy attempted to fight him, but he was far too weakened. His power was completely sapped, whilst Tulces was practically untouched. He was able to overpower him, in the end.

Tulces...slit Saavoy's throat from ear to ear, then robbed his body like a dirty vagrant while I laid helpless in the dirt...my body broken, eyes nearly swollen shut. I suppose I should thank him for sparing me that sight, but the sound... By the gods." He shuddered, lowering his face into his scuffed hands.

Nappa sobbed, his large shoulders quaking, as the warriors all around held their breath, fists clenched tightly. Kalabrylea held Broly to her chest, as he softly whimpered, she whispered into his ear. Vasenya and Vegeta sat beside each other, both stone-faced, holding the prince as he watched with a horrified expression, his prior enthusiasm gone as he listened to the tale that could bring an Elite, General Nappa to tears.

"I was too weak to fight back.. after he'd killed father... He beat me bloody to the ground... At the very least, I was able to bury them, before c-crawling back into my ship like a fucking coward. Only Saavoy could have stood up to him, but he didn't have that chance... His death was not a warrior's death. He cannot go onto the Great Warrior's Rest!" Nappa growled out, looking up from his perspiration drenched hair. The court murmured, as well as the crowd. It did not take long for them to agree on the charges.

Judge Efennel strolled across the stage, his billowing black robes dragging across the bloody floorboards, tattered. As he walked, a long grey tail was swishing slowly back and forth. He came before Tulces, and leaned heavily on his gavel-staff, tilting his head sideways to observe him.

"So... You like to think you are fit to eat the Fruit of the Gods, are ye? Or is it, you have seen the err in your ways, and wish to recant your sins? If so, I shall grant thee to die in Exile." The judge began, slowly, as Nappa stormed forth, rabid.

"He does not deserve to live! This man's crime is inexcusable! Judge!" Nappa begged, but Efennel stopped him, holding out one palm. He tapped his gavel, beckoning over the large executioner. Onioan came forth, and blocked Nappa from the others.

"I understand your pain, General Nappa. But on this planet, we respect our own blood whether or not it is tainted. I am giving Tulces one last chance to speak, for those that would hear him. What say you, speak immediately or be hung." Efennel spat, and everyone looked on in question at the prisoner, curious as to how a man with no tongue could speak. Efennel slowly reached his palm out to Tulces, and Onioan loosed one hand from his binds, allowing the two to grasp one another's wrists. Tulces clutched on hard to the elder Saiyan, and Efennel gasped at what he had to say.

Tulces laughed, a cruel vision in all their eyes. He grinned, standing proudly over the masses upon masses of bodies, blood mixing with red fruit flesh, swarmed over with roots; the mighty tree behind him, reaching out to the stars. The dead, umber haze planets, slowly circling around his apex of death.

"To all who shall be blessed to hear my words, hear this. I do not deny any of that I have done. I have dined on the succulent fruit of the Gods, and I will continue to eat from the devil trees that grow amongst hell. All men of the Cruscquér bloodline, are born with the innate desire to taste the fruit. Some may say the scent is rancid, the taste, a foul intermingling of savory and sweet on the taste buds, but I only taste heaven. Give me a death sentence, I beg of you. Do not send me to exile, so that I may linger on in sorrow. I wish to die by Nappa's hand. Let him give me the death I deserve. I cannot go on living with the inability to speak, to taste. I am Guilty. Do with me what you will. But know this, one day, my seed will grow into a man and follow in my footsteps. Turles will come back for revenge. He will be waiting for the second generation. I have seen it in the leaves, of the seeds I've sown. Saavoy's blood shall steep through the strongest..."

Efennel pulled away, gasping, as he nearly fell down to the ground. Zenaya came up behind him quickly and supported him, as he regained his composure. The crowd, and royals murmured, blinking dazedly from the vision they had all seen. Efennel managed to speak, then, and stood, tapping his gavel once on the floor.

"Tulces, you are hereby sentenced on this day... Guilty. You are responsible for committing the crime of murder on your own saiyan brethren. For that, the penalty is death. Nappa. I will allow it." He said curtly, seeing how the elite was shaking from his animosity, the shard of armour in his fist drawing blood from his palm as his hand clenched and unclenched, at the ready. The executioner turned, pointing at his own chest in confusion.

"Me? Why Onioan can't do?" He pouted.

Candor stepped forth and held him back, whispering; "This is Nappa's kill."

Nappa took a deep inhale of breath, his nostrils flared, and eyes blazing from the accursed words he had heard. A woman wailed. A child cried. Then, Nappa took the shard, and dragged it slowly across Tulces' throat, making a deep gash in his skin, as he coughed, gurgling. Blood gushed in streams down the slit. Then, Nappa pulled the shard of armour clean out, and stepped back, watching as Tulces' dark head of spiky locks drooped, and he was still. Nappa looked at the bloodied shard of armour, and felt the heat washing down his face once again, his throat bobbing, restraining cries, as the other elites surrounded him, looping tails together, King Vegeta at the center, placing one hand over Nappa's.

"Let him go. It's over now." He said softly, and Nappa shuddered with sobs, unable to quell them. Tulces death was not justice for Saavoy. Not in Nappa's eyes, nothing could heal that gaping wound. The large executioner watched, puzzled, then stepped forth, tears pooling in his glassy black eyes.

"Please don't cry, General. I don't like to see big man cry." The simple saiyan pouted, puffing his lip out, and pulled Nappa in for a large bear hug, crushing him to his chest as Nappa attempted to push off, grumbling. But the executioner would not let him go, instead, he patted him on the head, ruffling his hair, and made a deep rumbling purr.

"It O.K. Onioan here to make better. All dead now, mean man can't eat fruits." He said, and Nappa snorted into his burly chest, the others laughing at his kind demeanor that normally would be unflattering for a Saiyan, a male at that, but Onioan was given a free pass on the intellectual realms; his brain not developed fully enough to comprehend the difference. He was incredibly strong though, an Elite, and that granted him equal standing in their society.

"We shall retire for recess." King Vegeta announced, and a curtain was closed.


Raditz belched loudly, then narrowed his shoulders, glancing back anxiously.

Crap! What'll I do now? I've eaten the entire fish that we caught for mother!

"Raditz... " Bardock said warily as he came back up over the ridge, looking annoyed. He was still barely dressed, wearing only his black briefs.

"Yes, Papa!" Raditz stood up quickly, saluting him with one fist pounding over his heart. Bardock chuckled, and repeated the gesture over his thickly muscled pectoral, with a large scar across it. Then, he returned to looking cantankerous, his hands on his hips.

"I've looked all over the place, and I just can't find it! It's like my armour just... up and walked away!" He growled, he'd been looking for the good part of half an hour, leaving Raditz to watch over the fish, which was now... skeletal. The boy noticed where his father's eyes had landed, and twitched with fear of the punishment that would come for this. Bardock raised one hand as if to cuff him, his expression grim, then lowered his hand and rested it on Raditz's head.

"Well... you've got my appetite, that's for sure. Don't worry, where there's one fish, there's another."

Raditz nodded, hesitantly, wondering if now it was his turn to catch the fish. Then, they heard a sorrowful sound, and turned to see Kakarot pounding on the pod with his little fists. Bardock chuckled, walking over, and squatting down to get a peek at him.

"What's he squalling about?" Bardock sneered, knocking back on the glass to try and get the infant's attention.

"Oh! I know!" Raditz exclaimed, patting his armour up and down, until he found what he was looking for. He handed Bardock the white sachet of nutrient powder, and grinned.

"He's hungry! He's gotta eat one of these! You just tear-" Raditz began, but Bardock had already opened the hatch, and dropped the sachet in, without even tearing it.

"Papa! --You! You're supposed to open it!" Raditz groaned, exasperated. Bardock's brows rose, and he glanced back at Kakarot. The hungry little boy looked up hopefully at the sachet, then down, as it sank to the bottom. As it sank, his expression fell, and his bottom lip began to quiver again.

"Just great." Bardock grumbled, glaring down at his youngest son, waiting for the boy to do something other than cry. Kakarot kicked his feet in a tantrum, making the water slosh around, and the packet go flying up. The food sachet caught his attention, spinning around in the water, then, his eyes seemed to get large like a cat just about to pounce on its prey, and he snatched it up in his teeth, and shook it, tearing the paper to shreds, and freeing the powder. Bardock chuckled, patting the glass as Kakarot fed himself like a fish bobbing for flakes of food.

"Blech, he would eat out of the same water he tinkles in?" Raditz spat, disgusted. Bardock looked at him with a grimace, shaking his head.

" 'Tinkles'? Who taught you that foolish word?" Bardock growled. Raditz looked back, startled, then tapped his two index fingers together anxiously.

"Mother did..."

Bardock sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Men don't tinkle, Raditz, they piss. Don't let me ever hear you refer to it as 'tinkling' again, got it?"

"Ok, Papa. I got it. I'll say... p-piss." He said in a tiny voice, and a barrel of laughter was heard from beyond the ridge, as someone else was coming over it. Bardock looked behind him with surprise, seeing Shugesh and Borgos standing there.

"He taught Runt his first curse word! Bahaha!" Borgos chuckled, the ugly brute holding his hands on his hips. Shugesh grinned, squatting slightly to wink at Raditz and inspect Kakarot as they leered closer. "I can teach you boys lots of swear words, spend a day in my sausage shack!" He said, licking his lips, and Bardock stood, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Now, what did I tell you about calling it a sausage shack, Shugesh? That just doesn't sound right. You work at a butcher's shop. Well, you did! We're going back to work soon." Bardock grinned, as Raditz clutched his leg, looking at the men, then back up at him, nervously.

"Listen, Bardock. We actually have a problem, and we need your help right away." Borgos informed him, coming forth urgently. Bardock snapped to attention.

"What?" He looked eager to hear of this trouble, instead of worried.

"Well, we need to get your runts off planet right away! A mad group of Lupines has attacked Castle Vegeta!" Shugesh said, shaking Bardock's shoulders urgently.

"What? Lupines?!" He gasped, holding Raditz protectively.

"Yes, they eat Saiyan children, and women! So, we must protect them! Man flesh is no good, they won't eat us, but they would gobble up Raditz and little Gine in a second!" Shugesh urged, and Raditz whimpered.

"Papa! I'm scared! I don't want Momma to be eaten!" He cried, and Bardock soothed him, picking up him and Kakarot, holding them tightly.

"It's ok, Raditz! I won't let that happen!" He hushed, and Borgos and Shugesh held out their hands.

"Give us the whelps! We're taking them to pods pre-coordinated to go to a neutral planet! You, suit up!" Borgos said, and tossed Bardock a suit of armour. He caught it, confused.

"But, this is my old armour!" He said in confusion, looking at the battle scarred battle armour, and wondering how they got their hands on it.

"No time! Get dressed! We'll take the boys, and you head to the castle to save Gine! We'll catch up later!"

"Right!" Bardock responded, and let go of Raditz, who squirmed around as he was handed to Borgos, and Kakarot to Shugesh. "Papa! Don't leave me!" He wailed, large tears falling down his reddened cheeks.

"It's alright, Raditz! You're tough! Promise me, if a Lupine comes for you, you'll defend yourself! Remember what I showed you!" He said, and Raditz nodded sadly. "I promise," He said, and sniffled. With that, Bardock ruffled his hair one last time, and patted Kakarot's pod affectionately.

"Take care of my boys, men." He said solemnly, and they walked away. Bardock sighed shakily, and held up the brown and black armour, before quickly putting it on.

"Oi! Oi, you! You're the real deal, awlright! Bardock, it's me, mate!" An odd voice whispered, as Bardock pulled a strap tight, then turned, casting an angular shadow with his tall shoulder pads, and long leg guards like Raditz's.

"Who's there? I don't have time!" Bardock grumbled, now fully dressed, he came out of the weeds, and saw an oddly familiar sight. Zorn stood there, looking a bit ragged, huffing for his breath, his cape and armour reddish with some type of pulpy substance.

"Zorn? What the hell happened to you?" Bardock sneered, pinching his nose at the scent of ripe fruit and tomatoes.

"I've been scouring the whole kingdom for you! You're wanted to stand trial at court! You've been accused at peeping at the Queen's juggly wugglies!" He puffed, his hands on his knees.

"What! Peeping?!" Bardock growled, and pulled Zorn up by his blue cape.

"Aye, a guard at the malt bar overheard you bragging!" He said, flinching back at the man slightly.

"I wouldn't look at that vile witch's tits! She had them on display! I only saw them accidentally, and I wished I had soap to wash my eyes out!" Bardock snapped, furiously, appalled that he would be accused of purposely looking. He did see them, but by no means did he have to go out of his way to get to.

"Well, you'd better tell them that! They're about to have the head of a man who looks just like you!" Zorn snarled, pulling himself out of Bardock's grasp.

"I don't give a shit! There's Lupines attacking the castle!" He growled back, and pushed Zorn hard, and he fell into the pond, armour and all.

"Bloody hell! What was that for?"

"You stink, take a bath! I don't need an escort, I'm on my way there anyway." Bardock snapped back, and took flight, leaving Zorn there, on his ass in the water. Zorn looked around himself, befuddled, scratching his head.

"S'pose it couldn't hurt to get a bit spiffy, for that wee filly back at the palace!" He chuckled secretly to himself, grinning at the image of Kalabrylea in his mind as he took a handful of water, and scrubbed his armpit, sighing dreamily.


Gine and Ankja watched nervously as the castle guards tied up the woman claiming to be Tulces mate, and attempted to detain the wild little boy biting and clawing his way out of their hands. A guard drop-kicked Turles in the head, and he fell back, then was picked up by his tail, and slung over the man's back carelessly. They took them away, to where Gine couldn't quite say, perhaps to the prison planet where some saiyans were exiled. She wasn't sure the boy would ever see the red rock of Vegeta again, as she watched with a remorseful gaze. He was a few years younger than Raditz, and burly for his age, his hair much like Bardock's.

"Wait, Rendo!" Ankja called, catching her big guard friend's attention as he walked at the rear. Rendo turned and grinned at her, walking over quickly.

"Hi, Ankja.." He chuckled, and she smiled sweetly back, tracing a finger down his chestplate.

"Say, what do you think they'll do with the boy?" She asked, making Rendo blush as she traced circles on his broad chest.

"W-Well, from what I heard, the woman is being sent to the nunnery. She's not allowed to have any more babies. The whelp is going off to be desensitized, then they're hauling 'im off to the nursery."

"Ohh, I see..." She said, pouting.

"Isn't that sad, Gine?" Ankja pouted, looking back at her. Gine gulped, not exactly sure where Ankja was going with this. "Yes..." She grit her teeth, her hands clenched anxiously.

Ankja looked up at Rendo, and gazed into his eyes, making him chuckle goofily.

"You know, a big, strong man like you, might just be able to help out that little boy. He's going to be all alone... with no mother, or father... Nobody to teach him right from wrong!" She said, and Rendo nodded. Gine sighed, her tail wagging with agitation.

"Ankja, are you sure that's wise? That man said so himself, that all his sons will grow up to crave the fruit as well." Gine said, her large black eyes melancholy. Ankja reflected her eyes, and frowned.

"But, those nursery women will beat him and only make him meaner. I don't like it. You didn't allow Raditz to stay there once you found out, did you?" She huffed, crossing her arms.

"No, but- you have no idea what it's like to be a mother, and you have no mate..." Gine said, without thinking, and Ankja flinched back, hurt. Rendo settled his large hands on Ankja's shoulders, and glared down at Gine.

"I would think Ankja would be the perfect mother, and mate. She's a strong... smart, kind woman... she's always had your best interests at heart." Rendo said, and Ankja looked up at him, surprised.

"Rendo? You... think so?" She said softly, and he nodded, "Of course, Ankja. I've always liked you." He said, smiling at her, then they turned around to watch Turles be taken away by the guards, and Rendo glanced back at Ankja, noticing that her shoulders were slumping with her disappointment. He took Ankja by the shoulders, and suddenly kissed her, pressing his lips firmly to hers to her surprise, her tail frizzing up, then coiling in a curly-Q with her unexpected delight as her back arched, and he embraced her as he deepened the kiss for just a moment longer, her arms clasping around his neck. Then, Rendo let her go before she could protest, then puffed his chest out, and flew off.

"Hey! Put the boy down!" He growled, and immediately started wrestling with the other guards. Ankja and Gine stared; wide-eyed, as Ankja put her hand over her mouth, blushing brightly.

"Wow, I... I didn't think he would really do it for me. He's so... strong..." Ankja said in amazement, and Gine giggled.

"So, you finally got over his bad breath, Ankja?"

"He- He didn't have bad breath at all! Why, he must have taken my advice and cleaned his teeth with mint leaves!" She said, astounded. Gine elbowed her in the side, feeling amused by the small break in tension. "Well, I hope you're ready! He's a man on a mission, now!" She giggled, and Ankja placed her hands on her blushing cheeks, watching with wide eyes as Rendo took out the other guards one by one, until he was able to liberate Turles, carrying the limp child in his arms. Ankja ran to him in a hurry, dropping her basket, she jumped up and Rendo caught her, then they flew off as quickly as possible, towards somewhere safe where they could lay low for the time being, until all the commotion was over.

"Gine!" Someone shouted, and she whirled around, startled. Fasha and Tora were standing there, looking serious. In all the commotion, Gine hadn't heard, nor noticed much besides what had happened to Ankja. They started towards her, and she immediately froze up, looking around her in a panic.

"What's going on?" She cried out, as Fasha held her hands up to try and calm her, and suddenly a roar rippled through the shouts and commotion, and Gine looked up, panicked to see the creature that was howling at the sky, while other commoner Saiyans backed away quickly in fear. A pack of Lupines, with silvery, timber wolf grey hair jutting back from their fur-tipped, pointed ears, got on one knee each, howling as the center male formed a red orb between his clawed hands, and rose it up into the sky.

"What are they doing!?" Gine shouted, and Fasha and Tora stepped before her protectively, looking up at the sky.

"Don't worry, Gine! Stay back!" Tora shouted, leaving her standing, crouched her fists balled up, black legging covered knees knocking together in fright. She hadn't seen battle in ages, and now they had been invaded out of nowhere, with no rhyme or reason!

The precious royals tucked away beyond their velvety curtains became flustered by all the noise; demanding to know what was going on, as Nappa and the others attempted to calm them. Zorn flew in through the curtain, looking clean and back to his dapper self, as he landed on the stage and looked all around in confusion.

"Show's over, I take it? Bunch of mongrels outside, fighting apes...hmph." He said, humphing as if he were disappointed.

"Did you fetch Bardock, you half-wit?" Vasenya snapped at him, and Kalabrylea looked at her with a simpering gaze for Zorn. "He is not a fool, just because he doesn't speak the same dialect as thee." She huffed in defense, and Zorn puffed up his chest.

"Why, thank you Lady Kalabrylea! Like you, I am a foreigner, from the cold dusky moors of great, ancient Draftsenglia-"

"Zorn, answer the Queen when she addresses you!" The King growled, and he straightened, tearing his eyes away from Kalabrylea's curious ones, and to the hateful gaze of his Evil Queen.

"Ah, yes. My apologies, your Highness. I found Bardock, but he told me he was already on his way here."

"And did he tell you, why our kingdom is being attacked?" The King growled, agitated, and Zorn shrugged.

"He said he was going to fight the Lupines. That's him and part of his team out there."

"Lupines, Lycans, Werewulyfs! Preposterous!" Queen Vasenya huffed, not believing it, even though the screams and loud booms outside should have been some clue.

"How dare these, impostors!" King Vegeta growled, thrusting back the heavy curtains to peer out, looking out at the battle excitedly, his mane bristling.

"How dare they, indeed!" Prince Vegeta said, parting his father's cloak and peeking out from between his legs, his little tail whipping around as he felt the same blood lust as his father.

"Where's that blasted moon, I'll-" He began, stepping one foot off the ledge, but was quickly stopped.

"Your Majesty!" Both Candor and Zenaya ran to his side, taking the king by the arms and pulling him back. King Vegeta stiffened, knowing he could easily throw the Elites from him, then relented, turning about sharply with a huff. The Prince ran after, looking over his shoulder and visibly cringing.

"Those things are UGLY! What are those big, fat curs doing, traipsing all about, and leaving steaming wulyf loafs on our glorious planet?!" He ranted, but none of the adults seemed to take notice, or seem offended as he by the giant pile of wulyf dung covering the majestic blue foothills.

"Let the rabble take care of it, I'll retire to my quarters. Try to keep too many civilians from getting eaten." King Vegeta grumbled, looking towards the Elites.

"Ha! I won't be eaten, r-right father?" Vegeta queried, and his father rumbled, humoring him. "Of course not, we Saiyan men taste bad, all gristle and hide." He said, and his son seemed placated by this, running between his legs and holding around his thick thigh.

"I'm not scared, I just don't want to be in the way of one of those things if it decides to eat some of those worthless peasants!" He said, his teeth chattering. "Come along then," The King said, gesturing towards them with one hand.

The two females glanced at each other in confusion, wondering who he would choose to take with him. He held his hand out, and took the Prince's hand, their white gloves clasping.

"We must protect the children, first and foremost. Females are second. Lupines enjoy the flesh of small children the most." The King said bitterly, taking Vegeta into his arms. The Prince grasped around his father's throat tightly and shook, frightened by his words. The women gasped, and put their arms around Broly, who was somehow, sleeping through this entire ordeal. Zenaya went to escort them to their chambers, but she was stopped by Candor stepping in front of her with a stern gaze.

"Candor, I must escort the royal family. You guard the palace." She said, and he shook his head, then knelt down slightly and brushed his hands through her hair. "You must stay with them, Zenaya. I, and Zorn will protect you."

She began to object, but he quickly silenced her by trapping her lips with his, cradling her face, then taking a deep intake of breath as he stole a kiss. Candor pushed her back into the palace before she could object, and locked the door with a key. He whirled around, storming towards the broken court.

"Nappa, Onioan, secure the perimeter. Efennel, I will escort you, and what women and children we can fit into the casement." He clipped briefly, and picked the elder up quickly, who objected by swinging his cane around and fussing, but the stern Saiyan would have none of it, as he quickly took flight.


Bardock touched down before the castle, looking around himself in confusion. He spotted Nappa, and ran towards him, seeing that the Elite was busy putting up a protective barrier that shielded nearly an entire section of the castle.

"Hey, Nappa!" He called, and landed on the wall, making him look up briefly and scowl.

"You're not supposed to be here, idiot!" Nappa growled, startling Bardock.

"What fool shows up for court when it's utter chaos!? Go find your girl, she's looking for you!" He shouted, and Bardock nodded, flying off as Nappa shook his head, and grit his teeth, fortifying the walls furthermore.

Bardock flew over the masses of Saiyans filtering in, under the castle as guards directed them to go in an orderly line. Candor sighted him and snarled, flying up. Bardock blinked, looking at the elderly judge still harrumphing in his arms.

"Bardock? You're late. They already executed Tulces. He was supposed to take your place, but they found out it wasn't you. Come with me, and we can have your trial later." He said sternly, and Efennel bopped him over the nose with his staff.

"This is not the time for petty crimes! Bardock, Zühn, I hereby deem you, Innocent! Don't be so stupid next time, divert your eyes if you ever see a noble woman in a state of undress! Now get me in that casement!" He screamed hastily, whacking Candor as the Elite snarled, moving his head away from the cane.

"Fine, you're lucky today. But next time, I wouldn't be so sure." Candor snarled, his canine beared, then flew away, down towards the casement vault doors. Bardock breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around himself quickly, sighting the red moon immediately, and flying towards it. He came just in time, as Tora and Fasha were fighting off the invaders, flying around their colossus forms, completely outnumbered, and unable to transform. Bardock cast a bright light into his hand, and rose it up into the sky, with a whirr. Fasha and Tora looked to Bardock with relief, bloodied and beaten, before seeing the artificial moon, and beginning their transformation. Their eyes turned red, and teeth elongated, Tora's hair loosening from its elastic, and fanning out around his neck wildly as his brows bristled, and Fasha growled from beside him, bulking up quickly, her hair elongating and forming into her fur coat as she continued to grow in girth and height.

Bardock turned away as the two began to transform, saving himself some time to find Gine. He flew down to the ground, seeing her, and a female Lupine trading blows, and his heart shuddered with fear in his chest.

"GINE!" Bardock cried out, flying down like a bullet, he rammed into the female Lupine with his head, not caring for showmanship at that moment, he only desired to knock her away from his mate. He plowed over the Lupine, making her fall to the ground with a yelp, her long furry tail curling between her legs.

"Bardock!" Gine growled, to his surprise, he looked towards her quickly, and noticed immediately the armor she was wearing that flattered her petite frame, and gulped, recognizing the fire in her eyes.

"I was holding my own just fine!" She snarled at him, then charged forth, and he stood, dumbfounded as she shouldered him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him momentarily. Bardock reared back a few steps, holding his hands out in front, as she growled, and began hitting his fists rapidly, then lifted her knee and went for his groin, but he grabbed her knee, and stopped it, smirking at her boldness.

"Come on, ready to fight?" He said, and she nodded curtly, blowing air out her pink cheeks to calm herself.

"Let's go! Quick attack!" She said, and Bardock laughed, then opened his palms to her, and she jumped up quickly, vaulted off his hands, and he raised them, propelling her up like a bullet. Bardock looked up and grinned, then took chase, as she flew, watching the moon from the corner of her eye, as her velvety obsidian irises quickly turned red.

They quickly transformed under the artificial light, and met with their opponents, the large ape with brown and black battle armour taking the lead, punching the offending Lupine they had been working to weaken. Tora and Fasha fell back, and Gine hopped up onto another Lupine's back with incredible agility. The large, silver-furred werewolf colossus attempted to shake her off, but she squeezed around him tightly, ignoring the jabs with his elbows in her head, and pulled the creature's arms back.

Bardock blasted it point blank, making the creature quickly drop, shrinking back to size. She flew down, and the bloodied Lupine charged for her, ignoring Bardock, it gnashed it's teeth and licked them, reaching for Gine. Bardock roared, and blasted him in the back, making the Lupine flinch, but he continued, as Gine shot at his legs and arms, in attempting to slow his chase, she climbed up a tower of castle Vegeta, and made a wailing cry, hunching her shoulders as she charged an attack in her muzzle. Bardock took this opportunity to pick up the small forms of Tora and Fasha, and set them far off on the steps on the castle, where Nappa was still guarding.

The Lupines advanced, the two left standing, going after Bardock, in order to take him down, and devour Gine. Bardock backed into the castle, drawing them in, he looked quickly back to Gine, who nodded, and he jumped up quickly, taking the Lupine off guard as Bardock pounded his chest, and hooted at him with humor, making the bloody Lupine snarl at him, baring his teeth, cold yellow eyes narrowing. Gine turned her head, and blasted him in the face, making him fall back quickly, clutching his muzzle, howling. Bardock flew down, taking Gine with him, their large forms landing with a heavy thud, as did the fallen Lupine.

They turned towards the last Lupine standing, and watched as the massive creature with a glorious white mane, and icy blue eyes, grinned and flexed his claws; retracting the red orb, and making his comrade's unconscious forms rise, shrinking into the orb. Gine clung onto Bardock, watching in fear as the artificial moon was sucked in as well, and they slowly transformed back, just in time to see Fasha and Tora be sucked into the void, then, clutching one another tighter, they squeezed their eyes shut as they were taken in as well. The lupine went to close the portal, but Nappa was detached from the wall he was clinging to desperately, and flew in helplessly as well.

All was silent at last, as the great being sighed, and collapsed his orb, shrinking down quickly back into his humanoid form, much like a saiyan, yet with silver fur coating much of his body, and blue eyes. He smirked, shaking his head back and forth as if sharing in a private joke, then pulled out a small device, and called a ship to himself, getting in, and rocketing away.


A/N: Well, things certainly took a turn, didn't they? I apologize for my tardiness writing this chapter for you all, it's not that I didn't want to! Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long, I would hate to leave you feeling like you left off on a cliffhanger. I would like to thank some of my friends for always supporting me, and giving love to my stories.I appreciate you all. If interested, please show daughterofrisingsun some love for me if you would, she has so many great stories! If you must have more Turles, read Capture Of A Saiyan's Heart. I've only just started it but I can tell it's a great story. Another wonderful story that I love is Space is No Place For The Weak by degenerateotaku, it also has kid Raditz in it! Don't forget to Favorite, Follow, and leave your thoughts if you haven't already!