Author's Note: This is an idea I had one day. It is slightly AU, and will
eventually be about a Super Saiyan (or two) if I decide to continue it. It
takes place on Vegita, several generations before the Z Warriors time.
"Daddy is coming?" the small boy dressed in armor asked his mother.
"Of course he is Cator," his mother, named Cacorotta replied. "Now, I want you to be on your best behavior. Thanks to the war, Dad can't come home to often, and I want you to make a good impression on him."
"Yes Mommy," Cator said obediently. "Can I go spar with Kakkarata?"
Cacorotta raised an eyebrow. "Of course," she said, patting the boy on the head.
"Yay!" cheered Cator, his spiky hair bouncing up and down as he jumped for joy.
Cator zoomed off to find his older sister. "Kakkarata," he called as he spotted her. "Mommy says we can spar."
"All right squirt," Kakkarata said.
Cator pouted. "Just because you're 15 doesn't mean you can call me names."
"All right," laughed Kakkarata. "I won't call you names squirt. Now, let's fight."
Cator smiled and settled into a fighting stance. He leapt at his older sister and aimed a punch at her face, which she easily caught. She punched back, and the Saiyan siblings fought all out. Finally, Cator hit his sister hard in the stomach, and when she stumbled, he got her in a chokehold.
"Uncle, mercy," Kakkarata said.
"I won!" Cator yelled as he let her go. "I'm going to go tell mommy right away!"
Cator dashed off, Kakkarata right behind him. "Mommy, mommy!" he yelled as he approached her. "I beat Kakkarata-" it was then that Cator noticed a strange man talking to his mother. "Who are you?" he asked wide-eyed.
The man glanced at him. "I take it this is Cator?" he asked Cacorotta.
"Yes, it is," she replied.
The man walked over to Cator and looked down at him. "Not bad," he said.
Cacorotta laughed. "Cator, this is your daddy. His name Kokkorot."
Kokkorot smiled. "That's right. Now, what's this I heard about beating Kakkarata?"
"He did dad," Kakkarata said, finally entering the room. "He beat me fair and square. It's nice to see you again," she added.
Kokkorot smiled at her. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" he said wistfully. He glanced down to Cator. "Guess what boy?" he said.
Cator frowned. "I have a name," he said.
"I know that boy," Kokkorot replied, amused.
"Then why didn't you use it?" asked Cator.
"Because where you're going, you are going to have to get used to being called boy a lot." Kokkorot told him.
"Where am I going?" Cator queried.
"You are," he glanced at Cacorotta, "going to the palace to be trained."
Kakkarata ran over to him. "Cator is 5 dad," she said. "Isn't he a little young?"
"I agree," said Cacorotta. "He is much to young." She walked over to Cator and patted him on the head.
"I want to go!" Cator said. "I want to be a great warrior!"
Kokkorot smiled. "The boy has a warrior's spirit." He told Cacorotta. "The sooner he begins training, the better."
"I know," said Cacorotta sadly. "He is so much like you." she trailed off. "All right, he can go," she consented.
"Thank you mommy," Cator said seriously. "I'll be good."
"Hold on," said Cacorotta, "you aren't leaving until tonight." She smiled. "It is your birthday, and I haven't given you a gift yet."
Cator opened his eyes as wide as they would go. "What did you get me?' he asked excitedly. "Huh? Huh? What did you get me?"
Cacorotta, Kakkarata, and Kokkorot all laughed.
"Well," Cacorotta said nonchalantly, "I may have gotten you something."
Cator looked up at her. "What is it?" he asked.
Cacorotta smiled at him. "Well," she said. "It's long, shiny, and it has a point."
"Is it a sword?" Cator asked eagerly.
"Yes, it is," Cacorotta said, and walked over to a corner of the room. She picked up a wrapped bundle, and carried it back over to the rest of the people in the group. She carefully handed the bundle to Cator.
Cator pulled the wrapping away eagerly and was rewarded with a magnificent sight. A blade, longer than his arm gleamed in the light. "It's so big!" he said, hefting the blade.
"You'll grow into it," Cacorotta promised.
Cator swung the blade around, his tail swaying happily from side to side. "Daddy," he asked, suddenly serious, "what does it mean to have a warrior's spirit?"
Kokkorot glanced down at the boy, startled. "Well," he said, "to have a warriors spirit is to know when to fight, when to kill, and when to flee, I supposed."
Cator shrugged; the tip of his blade resting on the floor. He turned to Cacorotta. "Thank you for the present Mommy. I like it a lot."
"Hey," said Kakkarata, "I got you something too," she swiftly drew a package wrapped in string from behind her back. She handed it to the Cator. "This is from me," she said.
Cator took the package and opened it eagerly. Inside was a jar of cookies. "Cookies!" he cheered. "Yahoo!" he opened the jar and stuck his hand in. "Mommy" he inquired, "can I have one?"
"Only one," Cacorotta told him sternly.
Cator nodded, and pulled his hand back out. The appendage now gripped a big chocolate chip cookie. "Do you want one?" he asked the others in the room.
"No," said Kokkorot.
"I'll pass dear," said Cacorotta.
"Well, if you don't mind," Kakkarata said, shrugging.
"'Course not," he told her. "Here," he held the jar towards her as he bit into the cookie.
Kakkarata smiled and reached into the jar, pulling out a small cookie and eating it quickly. "Thank Cator," she said.
Cator smiled through a mouthful of cookies.
"Bang!!!! THUMP!!!! CRASH!!!!" suddenly came from outside.
Kokkorot spun around to face the wall where the noise was coming from. "It's the Fruiyans!" he said. "They're attacking!"
A dozen strong, burly warriors suddenly came crashing through said wall.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? Review and let me know if I should continue this story or not. This would be the first chapter if I decide to continue it. So please review, it only takes a second.
"Daddy is coming?" the small boy dressed in armor asked his mother.
"Of course he is Cator," his mother, named Cacorotta replied. "Now, I want you to be on your best behavior. Thanks to the war, Dad can't come home to often, and I want you to make a good impression on him."
"Yes Mommy," Cator said obediently. "Can I go spar with Kakkarata?"
Cacorotta raised an eyebrow. "Of course," she said, patting the boy on the head.
"Yay!" cheered Cator, his spiky hair bouncing up and down as he jumped for joy.
Cator zoomed off to find his older sister. "Kakkarata," he called as he spotted her. "Mommy says we can spar."
"All right squirt," Kakkarata said.
Cator pouted. "Just because you're 15 doesn't mean you can call me names."
"All right," laughed Kakkarata. "I won't call you names squirt. Now, let's fight."
Cator smiled and settled into a fighting stance. He leapt at his older sister and aimed a punch at her face, which she easily caught. She punched back, and the Saiyan siblings fought all out. Finally, Cator hit his sister hard in the stomach, and when she stumbled, he got her in a chokehold.
"Uncle, mercy," Kakkarata said.
"I won!" Cator yelled as he let her go. "I'm going to go tell mommy right away!"
Cator dashed off, Kakkarata right behind him. "Mommy, mommy!" he yelled as he approached her. "I beat Kakkarata-" it was then that Cator noticed a strange man talking to his mother. "Who are you?" he asked wide-eyed.
The man glanced at him. "I take it this is Cator?" he asked Cacorotta.
"Yes, it is," she replied.
The man walked over to Cator and looked down at him. "Not bad," he said.
Cacorotta laughed. "Cator, this is your daddy. His name Kokkorot."
Kokkorot smiled. "That's right. Now, what's this I heard about beating Kakkarata?"
"He did dad," Kakkarata said, finally entering the room. "He beat me fair and square. It's nice to see you again," she added.
Kokkorot smiled at her. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" he said wistfully. He glanced down to Cator. "Guess what boy?" he said.
Cator frowned. "I have a name," he said.
"I know that boy," Kokkorot replied, amused.
"Then why didn't you use it?" asked Cator.
"Because where you're going, you are going to have to get used to being called boy a lot." Kokkorot told him.
"Where am I going?" Cator queried.
"You are," he glanced at Cacorotta, "going to the palace to be trained."
Kakkarata ran over to him. "Cator is 5 dad," she said. "Isn't he a little young?"
"I agree," said Cacorotta. "He is much to young." She walked over to Cator and patted him on the head.
"I want to go!" Cator said. "I want to be a great warrior!"
Kokkorot smiled. "The boy has a warrior's spirit." He told Cacorotta. "The sooner he begins training, the better."
"I know," said Cacorotta sadly. "He is so much like you." she trailed off. "All right, he can go," she consented.
"Thank you mommy," Cator said seriously. "I'll be good."
"Hold on," said Cacorotta, "you aren't leaving until tonight." She smiled. "It is your birthday, and I haven't given you a gift yet."
Cator opened his eyes as wide as they would go. "What did you get me?' he asked excitedly. "Huh? Huh? What did you get me?"
Cacorotta, Kakkarata, and Kokkorot all laughed.
"Well," Cacorotta said nonchalantly, "I may have gotten you something."
Cator looked up at her. "What is it?" he asked.
Cacorotta smiled at him. "Well," she said. "It's long, shiny, and it has a point."
"Is it a sword?" Cator asked eagerly.
"Yes, it is," Cacorotta said, and walked over to a corner of the room. She picked up a wrapped bundle, and carried it back over to the rest of the people in the group. She carefully handed the bundle to Cator.
Cator pulled the wrapping away eagerly and was rewarded with a magnificent sight. A blade, longer than his arm gleamed in the light. "It's so big!" he said, hefting the blade.
"You'll grow into it," Cacorotta promised.
Cator swung the blade around, his tail swaying happily from side to side. "Daddy," he asked, suddenly serious, "what does it mean to have a warrior's spirit?"
Kokkorot glanced down at the boy, startled. "Well," he said, "to have a warriors spirit is to know when to fight, when to kill, and when to flee, I supposed."
Cator shrugged; the tip of his blade resting on the floor. He turned to Cacorotta. "Thank you for the present Mommy. I like it a lot."
"Hey," said Kakkarata, "I got you something too," she swiftly drew a package wrapped in string from behind her back. She handed it to the Cator. "This is from me," she said.
Cator took the package and opened it eagerly. Inside was a jar of cookies. "Cookies!" he cheered. "Yahoo!" he opened the jar and stuck his hand in. "Mommy" he inquired, "can I have one?"
"Only one," Cacorotta told him sternly.
Cator nodded, and pulled his hand back out. The appendage now gripped a big chocolate chip cookie. "Do you want one?" he asked the others in the room.
"No," said Kokkorot.
"I'll pass dear," said Cacorotta.
"Well, if you don't mind," Kakkarata said, shrugging.
"'Course not," he told her. "Here," he held the jar towards her as he bit into the cookie.
Kakkarata smiled and reached into the jar, pulling out a small cookie and eating it quickly. "Thank Cator," she said.
Cator smiled through a mouthful of cookies.
"Bang!!!! THUMP!!!! CRASH!!!!" suddenly came from outside.
Kokkorot spun around to face the wall where the noise was coming from. "It's the Fruiyans!" he said. "They're attacking!"
A dozen strong, burly warriors suddenly came crashing through said wall.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? Review and let me know if I should continue this story or not. This would be the first chapter if I decide to continue it. So please review, it only takes a second.