Neesa and Bardock completed restoring power and were greeted with an
insistent call from the communication array. The dark haired beauty opened
a channel. "Shuttle A687493."
A very agitated technician came on the screen as Vegeta rose slowly. "This is central station 672938X to shuttle A687493. Your expected time of arrival was three hours from now. We need to go through security protocol Bravo-049519 authorization sub-level level six before we can authorize landing. It will take 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Please hold your position and ..."
Before the unfortunate communication technician could finish the prince had thrown himself over the taller fighter's shoulder, slamming his hand on the control panel and effectively cutting him off.
"You can take your security protocols and shove them up your ass! The second I got on this shit hauler it became a royal transport and royal transports fall under Zeta clearance." The prince screamed. "Now reconfigure for confirmation Z86953 before you wish it was 95 years ago and you were screwing with Freeza's personal craft."
The vacuum of silence that followed was only broken by the sound of urine trickling off the edge of the technicians seat. No one noticed the royal welcoming committee standing in the doorway. As the entourage reset their gapping jaws, Bergthor couldn't suppress a smirk. "It would seem that my nephew has developed some interesting, yet effective, communication skills."
"I should never have sent Nappa with him." The king sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Their voices caught the attention of the personnel, who immediately knelt before the small group. The king set the staff back to their tasks and moved to the communications station, which the technician had left open in his panic. His heart felt like a rock in his chest as he moved to where his son's face still appeared on the wall. As he looked over the crewman's shoulder the prince's head was turned to someone inside the ship while waiting for clearance.
"Are you alright woman?" The small fighter said with obvious concern. The blue lady raised her head from where she was assessing herself for injuries.
"Shaken, not stirred." She replied with a reassuring smile. He turned back to the console to motivate the landing coordinator's progress when he found himself staring into a fiery pair of intense brown eyes. His father's piercing gaze had him locked firmly in place.
"Sshh", the deep and comforting voice of his father calmed him with the simple sound, and all the sharp edges and barriers to the prince's raw soul crumbled. Instinctively it began searching for the king with a child's demanding and desperation. The large warrior left a kaleidoscope of affection, loss, need, pride, and uncertainty penetrate his spirit. He focused on the waves of emotion radiating from his offspring and let his own heart stretch out to him.
Vegeta's breath caught as the strong presence of his beloved father touched him. The love and pride that settled in his chest eroded the last of his restraint and water began to roll down his cheeks.
Bardock tried to give the two the space needed to fully take in each other, wishing that he could have the same reunion with his own sons. The docking controller quietly broke the calm. "I've finished setting the landing sequence and security scan. I need the prince to place his palm on the console."
The spiky haired Sayian nodded and looked to find a hand already waiting for him to initiate the final procedure before the craft could end its journey. The formality was handled and the prince smiled. "I will see you in the docking bay. I have every intention of keeping my word."
The king wasn't sure of his son meaning. He retreated as the screen went black and the vessel was set into docking mode. The others proceeded out the door to the landing area and he hastily caught up.
Automated bots and station crew moved outside a large window as the three waited for the craft to reach the bay. As he watched the king tried to understand his son's words. Thumbing a small leather braid recalling anything that would help him make sense of the curious statement. Looking down he remembered the prince's gift. "I will come home, no matter how long it takes. And when we're together again I will never leave your side. You have my word." Softly echoed through his head in the young royal's voice.
The shaking of the floor and the sound of the ship connecting with the landing pad brought his eyes back to the present. The ground crew attached cables and tubes to the exterior of the small silver transport as repair bots moved over its surface scanning for any damage to be corrected. The flame headed Sayian leader could feel the impatience of the small group waiting for release.
Four weary travelers weren't the only one's growing impatient to leave the docking station and get some much deserved rest. The queen had carried herself with her usual reserve, but fortitude was waning as her maternal instincts pressed her to scoop up her son and get him home. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the rear hatch opened, but only a short woman with long, thick hair exited and started to assist the ground crew. Having had enough of waiting she began to move toward the bays entrance.
Inside the ship Bardock was trying unsuccessfully to get the main door to release it locks. Vegeta help Bulma from her seat and they joined the taller Sayian, still fighting with the temperamental exit. The searing pain in the prince's soul had faded greatly and the fire behind his eyes was smoldering as he watched his mate and the fighter assess the door.
"The control panel is damaged and the manual overrides won't budge." The older man wheezed while trying to turn the manual lever.
Moving to a small console by the door the scientist merely shrugged. Eyeing the schematic of the door she replied. "When the controls were damage, the manual release was locked. We need to reroute the signal around the damage to get the door open."
"With all due respect princess, I know these ships and the only way this door is going to budge is with the manual controls." The soldier retorted, trying not to let his skepticism of the fragile woman show.
The woman quickly turned and began pointing at the diagram. "Listen, the short activated the emergency locks here, and the there is a line here, that runs around the damage and can activate the door locks here, and open it."
Bardock opened his mouth to redirect the inexperienced princess, but was cut of by the now agitated prince. "Baka! Get the damn tools, now."
Unhappily the Sayian stepped to the storage cabinet and pulled the tools. Knowing that an angry prince with an impatient king waiting was no way to start a return to home world. He placed the box next to the small female, utterly convinced that she was mad. He watched as she pulled a screwdriver and removed the control panel. As she pulled at two other tools, the tall man turned and moved to the back hatch. Hissing of the compression locks stopped him and he returned to see the door disengaging from the ships body.
Minutes had passed since Queen Melkorka, and the royal brothers had taken watch a few yards in front of the immobile door. All were growing concerned at the lack of progress from the craft. The muffled sound of voices had made their hopes rise briefly, but the doors still remained shut. King Vegeta was about to address the landing personnel when a hiss announced the unlocking of the door. An opening appeared and a small woman with cream skin and blue eyes smiled and nodded her head in respect. Behind her stood a confused Sayian and a very smug prince.
Bulma turned her attention to the twin of her friend. "Finesse one, brute force zero."
The stunned and embarrassed Sayian shook his head. Vegeta smirked. "Well I didn't mate her for her weak body."
They landing band watched as the woman's triumph turned quickly to rage. Bardock jumped and fell on his rear as she spun and launch a tool point blank into Vegeta's face. He quickly caught it smirking even wider. "Great Karatara, you're sexy when you're mad."
"He's good." Neesa spurted out softly. The queen smiled, agreeing with the woman's statement. Her son moved forward dropping the tool harmlessly into the kit and motioned for her new daughter to exit.
As they came into the clearer light of the docking area her worries returned at the state of her child. He was exhausted, unwell, and completely dirty and disheveled. His clothes were ragged and over worn. By the time they had joined their family the smell emanating from the man became clear and was almost unbearable.
She continued her appraisal as her son watched her. The king and regent had put their hand to their noses trying to quell the stench. Feeling his unease she decided it was time to address the problem. "You, my prince, need a bath, badly."
The small royal's mouth dropped, then he remembered that he was wearing the same clothes he had the previous day and was still covered in bug guts. He nodded with shame. "I'm sorry, the past few hours have not been conducive with personal hygiene. A bath and some rest would improve the situation greatly."
"You've obviously never spent a few months in space with Nappa, or you wouldn't even notice." Even with her hand over her nose the queen couldn't help but smile at her son's beleaguered state. He turned to the small genius. "Bulma, this is my Uncle, Regent Bergthor Vegeta; my mother Queen Melkorka Vegeta; and my father, King Valgard Vegeta."
The blue haired human bowed slightly, smiling to each as he spoke. The king tried his best to lower his hand from his face and address the group. "I think the rest can wait till later. We should fly. It would be quicker."
"Bulma can't fly." The prince stated cautiously, worried about his family's reaction. They were surprised to learn that she didn't have the power to fly, but it was clear that she had other talents. The royal lady moved to her new family member and placed her arms around her son's mate with a warm smile. "Come daughter; you can fly with me."
The remaining hours in the palace passed quickly. Vegeta bathed while Bulma opened the capsule house in the courtyard, much to the queen's surprise. The smaller woman was equally surprised as palace staff quickly rushed into the house and busily carried clothes and other items that they pair might need. The prince's cousin's energetic and warm nature reminded her of the Son family, only significantly more Sayian. As the night winded down Bulma couldn't imagine why she would want to be anywhere else. A pair of wide yawns from the king and prince brought the gathering to a close and soon the prince's chambers were filled with soft sounds of blissful sleep.
A very agitated technician came on the screen as Vegeta rose slowly. "This is central station 672938X to shuttle A687493. Your expected time of arrival was three hours from now. We need to go through security protocol Bravo-049519 authorization sub-level level six before we can authorize landing. It will take 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Please hold your position and ..."
Before the unfortunate communication technician could finish the prince had thrown himself over the taller fighter's shoulder, slamming his hand on the control panel and effectively cutting him off.
"You can take your security protocols and shove them up your ass! The second I got on this shit hauler it became a royal transport and royal transports fall under Zeta clearance." The prince screamed. "Now reconfigure for confirmation Z86953 before you wish it was 95 years ago and you were screwing with Freeza's personal craft."
The vacuum of silence that followed was only broken by the sound of urine trickling off the edge of the technicians seat. No one noticed the royal welcoming committee standing in the doorway. As the entourage reset their gapping jaws, Bergthor couldn't suppress a smirk. "It would seem that my nephew has developed some interesting, yet effective, communication skills."
"I should never have sent Nappa with him." The king sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Their voices caught the attention of the personnel, who immediately knelt before the small group. The king set the staff back to their tasks and moved to the communications station, which the technician had left open in his panic. His heart felt like a rock in his chest as he moved to where his son's face still appeared on the wall. As he looked over the crewman's shoulder the prince's head was turned to someone inside the ship while waiting for clearance.
"Are you alright woman?" The small fighter said with obvious concern. The blue lady raised her head from where she was assessing herself for injuries.
"Shaken, not stirred." She replied with a reassuring smile. He turned back to the console to motivate the landing coordinator's progress when he found himself staring into a fiery pair of intense brown eyes. His father's piercing gaze had him locked firmly in place.
"Sshh", the deep and comforting voice of his father calmed him with the simple sound, and all the sharp edges and barriers to the prince's raw soul crumbled. Instinctively it began searching for the king with a child's demanding and desperation. The large warrior left a kaleidoscope of affection, loss, need, pride, and uncertainty penetrate his spirit. He focused on the waves of emotion radiating from his offspring and let his own heart stretch out to him.
Vegeta's breath caught as the strong presence of his beloved father touched him. The love and pride that settled in his chest eroded the last of his restraint and water began to roll down his cheeks.
Bardock tried to give the two the space needed to fully take in each other, wishing that he could have the same reunion with his own sons. The docking controller quietly broke the calm. "I've finished setting the landing sequence and security scan. I need the prince to place his palm on the console."
The spiky haired Sayian nodded and looked to find a hand already waiting for him to initiate the final procedure before the craft could end its journey. The formality was handled and the prince smiled. "I will see you in the docking bay. I have every intention of keeping my word."
The king wasn't sure of his son meaning. He retreated as the screen went black and the vessel was set into docking mode. The others proceeded out the door to the landing area and he hastily caught up.
Automated bots and station crew moved outside a large window as the three waited for the craft to reach the bay. As he watched the king tried to understand his son's words. Thumbing a small leather braid recalling anything that would help him make sense of the curious statement. Looking down he remembered the prince's gift. "I will come home, no matter how long it takes. And when we're together again I will never leave your side. You have my word." Softly echoed through his head in the young royal's voice.
The shaking of the floor and the sound of the ship connecting with the landing pad brought his eyes back to the present. The ground crew attached cables and tubes to the exterior of the small silver transport as repair bots moved over its surface scanning for any damage to be corrected. The flame headed Sayian leader could feel the impatience of the small group waiting for release.
Four weary travelers weren't the only one's growing impatient to leave the docking station and get some much deserved rest. The queen had carried herself with her usual reserve, but fortitude was waning as her maternal instincts pressed her to scoop up her son and get him home. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the rear hatch opened, but only a short woman with long, thick hair exited and started to assist the ground crew. Having had enough of waiting she began to move toward the bays entrance.
Inside the ship Bardock was trying unsuccessfully to get the main door to release it locks. Vegeta help Bulma from her seat and they joined the taller Sayian, still fighting with the temperamental exit. The searing pain in the prince's soul had faded greatly and the fire behind his eyes was smoldering as he watched his mate and the fighter assess the door.
"The control panel is damaged and the manual overrides won't budge." The older man wheezed while trying to turn the manual lever.
Moving to a small console by the door the scientist merely shrugged. Eyeing the schematic of the door she replied. "When the controls were damage, the manual release was locked. We need to reroute the signal around the damage to get the door open."
"With all due respect princess, I know these ships and the only way this door is going to budge is with the manual controls." The soldier retorted, trying not to let his skepticism of the fragile woman show.
The woman quickly turned and began pointing at the diagram. "Listen, the short activated the emergency locks here, and the there is a line here, that runs around the damage and can activate the door locks here, and open it."
Bardock opened his mouth to redirect the inexperienced princess, but was cut of by the now agitated prince. "Baka! Get the damn tools, now."
Unhappily the Sayian stepped to the storage cabinet and pulled the tools. Knowing that an angry prince with an impatient king waiting was no way to start a return to home world. He placed the box next to the small female, utterly convinced that she was mad. He watched as she pulled a screwdriver and removed the control panel. As she pulled at two other tools, the tall man turned and moved to the back hatch. Hissing of the compression locks stopped him and he returned to see the door disengaging from the ships body.
Minutes had passed since Queen Melkorka, and the royal brothers had taken watch a few yards in front of the immobile door. All were growing concerned at the lack of progress from the craft. The muffled sound of voices had made their hopes rise briefly, but the doors still remained shut. King Vegeta was about to address the landing personnel when a hiss announced the unlocking of the door. An opening appeared and a small woman with cream skin and blue eyes smiled and nodded her head in respect. Behind her stood a confused Sayian and a very smug prince.
Bulma turned her attention to the twin of her friend. "Finesse one, brute force zero."
The stunned and embarrassed Sayian shook his head. Vegeta smirked. "Well I didn't mate her for her weak body."
They landing band watched as the woman's triumph turned quickly to rage. Bardock jumped and fell on his rear as she spun and launch a tool point blank into Vegeta's face. He quickly caught it smirking even wider. "Great Karatara, you're sexy when you're mad."
"He's good." Neesa spurted out softly. The queen smiled, agreeing with the woman's statement. Her son moved forward dropping the tool harmlessly into the kit and motioned for her new daughter to exit.
As they came into the clearer light of the docking area her worries returned at the state of her child. He was exhausted, unwell, and completely dirty and disheveled. His clothes were ragged and over worn. By the time they had joined their family the smell emanating from the man became clear and was almost unbearable.
She continued her appraisal as her son watched her. The king and regent had put their hand to their noses trying to quell the stench. Feeling his unease she decided it was time to address the problem. "You, my prince, need a bath, badly."
The small royal's mouth dropped, then he remembered that he was wearing the same clothes he had the previous day and was still covered in bug guts. He nodded with shame. "I'm sorry, the past few hours have not been conducive with personal hygiene. A bath and some rest would improve the situation greatly."
"You've obviously never spent a few months in space with Nappa, or you wouldn't even notice." Even with her hand over her nose the queen couldn't help but smile at her son's beleaguered state. He turned to the small genius. "Bulma, this is my Uncle, Regent Bergthor Vegeta; my mother Queen Melkorka Vegeta; and my father, King Valgard Vegeta."
The blue haired human bowed slightly, smiling to each as he spoke. The king tried his best to lower his hand from his face and address the group. "I think the rest can wait till later. We should fly. It would be quicker."
"Bulma can't fly." The prince stated cautiously, worried about his family's reaction. They were surprised to learn that she didn't have the power to fly, but it was clear that she had other talents. The royal lady moved to her new family member and placed her arms around her son's mate with a warm smile. "Come daughter; you can fly with me."
The remaining hours in the palace passed quickly. Vegeta bathed while Bulma opened the capsule house in the courtyard, much to the queen's surprise. The smaller woman was equally surprised as palace staff quickly rushed into the house and busily carried clothes and other items that they pair might need. The prince's cousin's energetic and warm nature reminded her of the Son family, only significantly more Sayian. As the night winded down Bulma couldn't imagine why she would want to be anywhere else. A pair of wide yawns from the king and prince brought the gathering to a close and soon the prince's chambers were filled with soft sounds of blissful sleep.