Raimi slowly fell into the routine in her new home. Kakarrot woke up at first light, so Raimi did too. He sent her out to the market for fresh food to make for breakfast. She found that the amount of food necessary for two hungry Saiyans was quite a workout to carry alone. After she returned, she worked out as his quiet servant, Oribu, made the first of their meals for the day. Her first work out for the day consisted of 5,000 repetitions each of chin-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and push-ups, first with one hand then the other. Then she had to lift various weights using only her Chi, and hold them up while the definitely-not-a-morning-person Prince Vegeta tried to distract her. His techniques were usually very painful, and at first, very effective for him. Raimi had many bruises for weeks from his enthusiasm for the assignment. She couldn't wait to return the favor, though she doubted she ever would.BR
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After she was allowed to have breakfast, she made the run for Kakarrot's favorite spring water; if she took too long, then Kakarrot would assign her some laps around the Temple. The time it took her to get the water had been falling everyday, much to her Sensei's pleasure. She improved very quickly at every task she tried, which made her feel better about dealing with a whole planet full of battle hungry Saiyans.BR
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After her run, she took a shower, and Kakarrot taught her about the history of the Saiyans, what as was known at least. She learned about the original Vejita, and how SHE was credited with the vegetable name trend for Saiyans, and about the three migrations to new planets. He explained about the strange differences between Saiyans and other humanoid races, physically, mentally, and psychically. He taught her to read both Saiya-go and Galactic Standard, and how to speak in the "Pure Tongue" of the Saiyans (It sure sounded like Earth-Japanese to her, but she couldn't tell him that).BR
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She had asked about this fostering mentioned by the King, and Kakarrot explained that a lesser soldier had the right to demand better training from higher classed Saiyans, if they had even a trace of Elite blood. That way, the ranks of the Elite didn't get inbred or stagnant. Of course, the request could be denied, but it was expected that every Elite and First class warrior would foster at least one soldier. Raimi was the Kings only Seito, and would probably receive a lot of attention as her training ended. Most Kings fostered one of their own sons, and a daughter or other girl being fostered was almost unheard of. This King Vegeta had only the one son, and he had been fostered by Togarashi, and assigned to Kakarrot.BR
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Kakarrot also taught her simple first aid, and when NOT to treat a Saiyan comrades' injury. It seemed that if someone was going to lose face by being helped off the field or treated in front of an opponent, then it was not "polite" to treat him. Also, even if he did ask for help, the field commander could decide to not allow treatment. Raimi thought that allowing people to die was wasteful, but since Saiyans had no real reverence for life at all, it made sense, in a way. If a warrior fell, he might not be useful enough to keep.BR
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After her lessons, she went back to strength training, while Prince Vegeta and Kakarrot sparred. She watched them on the sly, trying to learn their moves, though her Sensei had ordered her to not try to fight until he declared her ready. This was hard, because the Prince was always picking on her, trying to get her to fight back. She held her tongue and her temper, with great difficulty. She really hated how he tried to slow her water runs in the beginning. He used to ambush her, and try to get the water bottle from her. She couldn't come back without it, so she did the only thing she could; she ran like mad. She had been lucky, since he hadn't been able to get the bottle away from her. At least, not yet; then again, maybe he wasn't really trying.BR
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She worked on her balance, and improving her keen senses, and toughening her hands so she could fight when Kakarrot finally allowed her to. Then it was back to the market for dinner, which was never big enough for Raimi, and some more casual talk about whatever she was curious about with Kakarrot. After dinner, she was free until morning, able to do as she wanted. She rarely left the Temple though, not wanting to get to know anyone, or get the attention of the wrong people. Instead, she usually climbed to the top of the tallest tower of the Temple, and watched the city, sometimes through a spyglass she had found in the market. She would sit up there for hours, waiting for the double sunset, and wondering how it went on Chikyu.BR
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Kurilin nervously stood before the door to the room Raimi had last gone into. She hadn't come out for two weeks; he and Yamcha were getting worried about her. He knocked on the bronze door, and to his surprise, Kami-sama opened it.
"Kurilin! Is something wrong?" He asked, looking a little tired. Kurilin smiled shakily.BR
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"No, but I was wondering, is Raimi alright? We haven't seen her in a long time now..." He felt odd, with Kami looking at him like he shouldn't be there. But the god sighed and let him enter.BR
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"She is still traveling, Kurilin. She won't be back for a while. Come, and look at her, so you can say to Yamcha that you saw her and she is ok, at least I think she is, it is sometimes hard to tell..." Kami said enigmatically. Kurilin followed him, and gasped when he saw her, lying in the sigil. Her hair was spilling over the pad she lay upon; her hands were folded on her belly. She looked like she was sleeping; only she was transparent, almost completely opaque. He could see the pad beneath her, and the sigil glowed through her. Kurilin started to go to her, when Kami stopped him.BR
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"Don't go into the circle. She is alive, and doing well. The sigil will signal if she is doing poorly. It's her mind I worry about. She is going through a lot there, and is more alone than you'd think. She should be Ok, but still, it's very intense training, and she has a fellow student...let's just say he's not very nice."BR
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"She's alive? But she's see-through! I can't tell if she's breathing, but she doesn't look very alive." Kurilin said. Kami sighed. It was weird looking, he admitted. He himself had never used this room before, a previous Kami created it thousands of years before, and he knew how it worked only because of his role and the knowledge he had inherited for it. He wasn't really sure how long he could leave her here, but he hoped the sigil would warn him to get her before it was too late...BR
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After she was allowed to have breakfast, she made the run for Kakarrot's favorite spring water; if she took too long, then Kakarrot would assign her some laps around the Temple. The time it took her to get the water had been falling everyday, much to her Sensei's pleasure. She improved very quickly at every task she tried, which made her feel better about dealing with a whole planet full of battle hungry Saiyans.BR
P
After her run, she took a shower, and Kakarrot taught her about the history of the Saiyans, what as was known at least. She learned about the original Vejita, and how SHE was credited with the vegetable name trend for Saiyans, and about the three migrations to new planets. He explained about the strange differences between Saiyans and other humanoid races, physically, mentally, and psychically. He taught her to read both Saiya-go and Galactic Standard, and how to speak in the "Pure Tongue" of the Saiyans (It sure sounded like Earth-Japanese to her, but she couldn't tell him that).BR
P
She had asked about this fostering mentioned by the King, and Kakarrot explained that a lesser soldier had the right to demand better training from higher classed Saiyans, if they had even a trace of Elite blood. That way, the ranks of the Elite didn't get inbred or stagnant. Of course, the request could be denied, but it was expected that every Elite and First class warrior would foster at least one soldier. Raimi was the Kings only Seito, and would probably receive a lot of attention as her training ended. Most Kings fostered one of their own sons, and a daughter or other girl being fostered was almost unheard of. This King Vegeta had only the one son, and he had been fostered by Togarashi, and assigned to Kakarrot.BR
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Kakarrot also taught her simple first aid, and when NOT to treat a Saiyan comrades' injury. It seemed that if someone was going to lose face by being helped off the field or treated in front of an opponent, then it was not "polite" to treat him. Also, even if he did ask for help, the field commander could decide to not allow treatment. Raimi thought that allowing people to die was wasteful, but since Saiyans had no real reverence for life at all, it made sense, in a way. If a warrior fell, he might not be useful enough to keep.BR
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After her lessons, she went back to strength training, while Prince Vegeta and Kakarrot sparred. She watched them on the sly, trying to learn their moves, though her Sensei had ordered her to not try to fight until he declared her ready. This was hard, because the Prince was always picking on her, trying to get her to fight back. She held her tongue and her temper, with great difficulty. She really hated how he tried to slow her water runs in the beginning. He used to ambush her, and try to get the water bottle from her. She couldn't come back without it, so she did the only thing she could; she ran like mad. She had been lucky, since he hadn't been able to get the bottle away from her. At least, not yet; then again, maybe he wasn't really trying.BR
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She worked on her balance, and improving her keen senses, and toughening her hands so she could fight when Kakarrot finally allowed her to. Then it was back to the market for dinner, which was never big enough for Raimi, and some more casual talk about whatever she was curious about with Kakarrot. After dinner, she was free until morning, able to do as she wanted. She rarely left the Temple though, not wanting to get to know anyone, or get the attention of the wrong people. Instead, she usually climbed to the top of the tallest tower of the Temple, and watched the city, sometimes through a spyglass she had found in the market. She would sit up there for hours, waiting for the double sunset, and wondering how it went on Chikyu.BR
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Kurilin nervously stood before the door to the room Raimi had last gone into. She hadn't come out for two weeks; he and Yamcha were getting worried about her. He knocked on the bronze door, and to his surprise, Kami-sama opened it.
"Kurilin! Is something wrong?" He asked, looking a little tired. Kurilin smiled shakily.BR
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"No, but I was wondering, is Raimi alright? We haven't seen her in a long time now..." He felt odd, with Kami looking at him like he shouldn't be there. But the god sighed and let him enter.BR
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"She is still traveling, Kurilin. She won't be back for a while. Come, and look at her, so you can say to Yamcha that you saw her and she is ok, at least I think she is, it is sometimes hard to tell..." Kami said enigmatically. Kurilin followed him, and gasped when he saw her, lying in the sigil. Her hair was spilling over the pad she lay upon; her hands were folded on her belly. She looked like she was sleeping; only she was transparent, almost completely opaque. He could see the pad beneath her, and the sigil glowed through her. Kurilin started to go to her, when Kami stopped him.BR
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"Don't go into the circle. She is alive, and doing well. The sigil will signal if she is doing poorly. It's her mind I worry about. She is going through a lot there, and is more alone than you'd think. She should be Ok, but still, it's very intense training, and she has a fellow student...let's just say he's not very nice."BR
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"She's alive? But she's see-through! I can't tell if she's breathing, but she doesn't look very alive." Kurilin said. Kami sighed. It was weird looking, he admitted. He himself had never used this room before, a previous Kami created it thousands of years before, and he knew how it worked only because of his role and the knowledge he had inherited for it. He wasn't really sure how long he could leave her here, but he hoped the sigil would warn him to get her before it was too late...BR
