The first major undertaking in the training of any new recruit is to determine how much they already know. This is how I was trained, how all true warriors (saiya-jins) are trained; my student will be no different.
"This is a Dojo."
"How very observant."
The general tone of the place was not conducive to comfort, being as it consisted of the thud of fists and feet on flesh, interspersed with growls of frustration, punctuated by the occasional low cry of pain as a particularly wicked blow struck home. "Vegeta-San, why are we here?" "What do you think we here for woman?"
"Ummm, to see a demonstration?" He gave a disdainful snort and promptly walked off without even checking to see if she was following him. (Wonderful, a complete novice.)
(He's so damn arrogant. He knows Damn well how I feel about fighting; I mean, my last real fight was the tournament and that was, what, 16 years ago? What in hell does his royal high pitaness want from me?!)
The sudden explosion of a truly powerful ki was rather like the sensation you got when a particularly determined desert wind hit you in the back. Hot and prickly, with a distinctly raw edge to it that made it hard to ignore. She was well and truly pissed. All to the good, she would hold nothing back when he found her sparring partner. He was, as usual, late.
"Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise. And here I thought I was going to have to spar with someone like you Vegeta." The derisive chuckle would have reduced a lesser creature to tears, but it was too like Juunana's own to have much effect. "I would never stoop to sparring with someone like you." "Hmph. Just out of curiosity, how did a human, one noted for her objection to violence, gain so much power?" "Kakkarot is a saiya-jin, no matter how tainted by humans. It sort of rubs off on lesser creatures who spend years in our presence." "And yet I notice no change in Bulma. Could that be because the hare-brained idiot is stronger than you? His prince?" Things were looking ugly when a distinctly un-chichi like voice growled, "What did you just call my husband?"
"I called him a hair brained OOPH!" The last word never left his mouth. His smug smirk vanished, replaced by a look of surprise so comical that Vegeta nearly died laughing. Surprise changed to the concentration he needed to keep in one piece, as Chi chi tore into him in a way eerily similar to that of her husband when he was well and truly pissed. The woman was unexpectedly talented. She was also devious. She showed every sign of flagging right up until he had her at the edge of the mat. By this time everyone in the dojo had stopped their practice and come over to watch the blinding display and comment on the action. "Look at her go!" "She's such a little thing, and she's still kicking his ass."
"Not for long, look, she's wearing out!" Just then, Chi chi's foot seemed to slip; but it was Juunanagou who was suddenly flung from the arena! Even Vegeta was shocked at this sudden turn of events. He'd been monitoring her ki through out the match, so he'd known that she was faking, but he had just assumed that she was going to go for something simple, like going around him and then tossing him out. Instead she'd gone over him. "Not bad, but that was without the various ki attacks that you'll be learning in the next two weeks." Chi chi gave him a look of such absolute disgust that he just had to laugh. He would never say it aloud, the way he'd never say it of his son, but he was very proud of the progress she'd shown in just three short days. His student would be a warrior to be feared, and only he would know.
How delightful.
Interlude: Hah! That crafty little bastard! Oh, this is just too amusing. She's pretty inventive herself. The look on Juunanagou's face when she slugged him was priceless. I think I'll have to pull pranks like this a bit more often. They result in so much fun!
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