A N: Okay folks, in this chapter, I am going to introduce you to Vegeta (prince), Nappa, Shayla, Sheree (who are mine!), Bardock, and Khat (who is mine!) . Okay, on with the story!
Vegeta dodged another attack and threw some well-aimed ki blasts at his sparring partner and sensei, Nappa, as Bardock looked curiously on.
As the kings right hand man for the moment (remember, this is au!), and the princes science teacher, Bardocks job was to watch over the prince and make sure he learned what he was supposed to in the space of time between the kings departure and return. And so far, the prince had gone above and beyond the curriculum that the king had left for him.
Strange that the king would under estimate his son. He thought bemusedly. The boy has obvious power and skill, and his intelligence is remarkable.. Still, he lacks the drive to become super sayjiin. Bardock would never say the latter out loud, it was blasphemy to the heir, but no one could control his thoughts and he'd be damned before he let the power of his position brain wash him into thinking all the royals were perfect in every way.
Bardock walked into the training arena; dust tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze. He slowly moved closer to the middle of the domed room to where the two fighters where vigorously training.
So far Nappa had the upper hand and was to busy pummeling the young prince into the ground to notice Bardocks presence. Nappa grinned wickedly and slammed his fist into Vegetas stomach. The boy let out a small moan as the wind was knocked out of him, and Nappa laughed heartily.
Savage. Thought Bardock. Nappa was well known as a bully and a coward. He loved to hurt those weaker than him. This made Bardock wonder why the king had chosen Nappa, and not him, to be the prince's life guardian. The king was no fool, Bardock knew, and no weakling either, so Nappas station couldn't have been won from a bribe or blackmail.. So how? He'd probably never know.
His attention was called back to the fight when he heard Nappa howl. He smiled as he saw that now Vegeta had the upper hand and was dishing it out to Nappa. He threw a series of punches and ki blasts at his sensei and threw him to the ground. Vegeta was about to deal some serious (and probably irreversible) damage to Nappas face, when Bardock stepped in.
"I think that's enough for now my prince." He said with a graceful bow.
The prince scowled at having his game cut off before the real fun started, but didn't say anything as he took a step away from the fallen warrior lying in the dust.
Nappa shot a reproachful, but grateful look at Bardock, as he slowly and painfully rose from the ground.
Black garbed servants entered with towels for the prince and Nappa. They accepted them gratefully and started to wipe the sweat from their eyes.
"You interrupted my training Bardock. You have some news from my father then?"
Bardock smiled, the prince had an unusually sensitive psyche and could use his sixth sense to read the top most thoughts on a person's soul. This was a rare gift indeed, and though sayjiins had a very attuned sixth sense, very few could stretch their power to this level.
"Indeed your highness. Your father sends word that he is 42 hours away from the destination planet Chikyuu. Standard time of course."
The prince scowled again.
"Bah! What use is that tiny planet? Its people have no power! What use is it to us?"
More than you can imagine. Bardock thought. He, like the prince had an unusually strong sixth sense. His power was not soul reading though. He had premonitions, future seeings that came in very handy. Only last night he had had a strange dream that had to do with Chikyuu. He could tell that he was about to see and important person, one that would hold the key to Vegitaseis future, but he woke up just before he had seen the figure. It had been very frustrating, but he knew he would see it again if it was that important.
"I don't know your highness. You're father mentioned something about their technology."
The prince nodded. He looked toward a servant and gestured for her to come and take his towel. He then looked at Nappa and smirked.
"What a mess you are! Need some time in the regeneration tank… Sensei?"
Vegeta said that last word like it was a curse. Bardock knew the prince didn't like Nappa, which was another reason why he wondered why the king had make Nappa the prince's guardian.
Nappa did look a little weekend, but he stubbornly refused to needing the
regen. Good thing to, those things took FOREVER!
Later in the dining area of his home, Bardock swirled wine around in his glass. His thoughtful look made his mate smile from where she stood in the door. Khat made her way over to her mate and sat down in the chair next to him, surprising him out of his daydream.
"Long day?" She asked, in her sultry, femininely deep voice, which reminded
Bardock of rough silk. He sighed as he looked up into her warm brown eyes.
"You have no Idea." He muttered. Khat took the wineglass from him and
sipped from it. She then ran a hand through her silky, if stiff, hair. (Remember, sayjjinns have that weird hair.) She smiled warmly at him.
"Do tell." She leaned back against the chair, her body distracting him from
the talk. She was still in her training gear, having been training the two girls, Shalya and Sheree, each the daughter of and elite soldier, and soon, when they grew up, would become soldiers themselves, to defend the princes future mate, whoever that may be.
Bardock cleared his throat. "Well, I'm having trouble understanding why the
king chose Nappa to be the princes guard."
Khat laughed her throaty laugh, "You want to know why he didn't choose
you."
Bardock smiled at his mate. "You know me to well." He took the glass back
from her and sipped from it again. He eyed her reclining in the chair like that, showing off her perfect form to him. She was doing it on purpose, oh yes he knew that. Which is why he expected what happened next.
Khat stretched sensuously and stood. She then advanced toward him and sat in his lap.
"Come play with me…." She whispered lustily into his ear. Bardock had no
trouble complying, as they made their way to their bedroom.
Later, as he tossed upon the bed, deep in a dream, Khat watching from her pillow. She caressed his forehead gently and Bardock stopped his restlessness. He was having a 'seeing' dream.
Bardock know he was close to seeing the figure. He could hear it. Her. He heard childlike laughter, and there under a tree eating apples, was a strange creature with blue hair. She was utterly beautiful, even at her young age. And there, next to her, was his son!
