Departure to Freeza's Ship
His dark green cap rested on his back restrained by a lace tied leading his neck. Prince Jefiea sat with a worried shudder on a bench in the cavernous dock in the top of the hollowed mountain as a blue giant in armour that covered his slightly bubbly skin. On this creature's eyes (far apart from where a nose might have been on his fish like face if he had not gills on his thick neck) was a power scanner that attached to his hole at the side of the head, which it didn't take a Tsufuru-jin to tell a Saiya-jin that the two holes at the side of this individual's head were ears, and an arm that reached around the head to the face to cover one of his red wide eyes with a screen as it focused on Prince Jefiea. "Are you done yet, Berter?" He inquired of the inspiring Ginyu Force member to be part of the elite squadron of Freeza. There was no response as Berter concentrated rubbing his large hands, most of the length being that of his fingers, on the top of his head in the middle where a yellow side ways scaled depression from the top of face to the top of his neck caused the resistance of the two surfaces to shriek, which annoyed Prince Jefiea as most as much as the creature's talking, which could have been compared to that but more high pitched and quick instead of the slow sustained squeals that he was now enduring. Berter was preparing the prince to leave the planet's gravity, and with the increase of strength Prince Jefiea would be receiving would ascertain how much of protection would be needed.
"Could's you get into a fighter's stance," he slurred. According, Prince Jefiea dropped off the bench and stood like he was going to attack. Rapid beeps came from the power scanner and Berter nodded for Prince Jefiea to board the ship. When Prince Jefiea planked the ship, Berter looked at the extra help that Freeza had provided and choose the least experienced guard, Sam, a chubby short man with blue curly hair and with a cheerful smile on his face after being picked. "Ensign Sam, give him the regulations then ship off to Freeza's ship."
"How are you?" Sam said as he entered the space ship to see on a seat behind the pilot's chair. Sam went down and sat in the pilot's seat then swiveled it around to face Prince Jefiea. "Don't worry, no need to be all quiet and nervous, because you are a very lucky little fellow from what my good friend Icicil told me. You know, he's taller than me, well built human, with… oh, you were too young to remember that."
"Am I lucky in a way I don't know?"
"You bet! Everyone with a good heart who is connected to Icicil will experience extraordinary fortune." He said with a chuckle. "I don't want to boast, but I also have been known to bring good luck to people. If you can bear the wait for it, I promise, that you will not feel too bad about what happens in between what we tell what will happen. It is to a point that we tell, because that is all we know."
"You can tell the future?"
"In a way, but most accurately, we know the effect of what we do in the future. It is a hard power, because even the actions of the butterfly kilometers away cause the storms that cause the thunder and lighting, which has been known to hit people to their doom." Sam explained in a low voice. "But, would you jar that butterfly if it saved a girl tens of kilometers away and a time away if she were to be a turning point in a war, though no one would know her valid name, yet keep two young lovers outside in the enormity of nature because it did not rain fives of kilometers away to not meet and face a lesser chance in an up coming war with out each other's companionship. This is what Icicil and I have, and he has paid dearly for your safety.
Prince Jefiea, I ask nothing from you, because you are going to find that a young death before memory was upon you as far as I know," said Sam "and maybe when I stop knowing you will find resolve with your race."
Sam turned back to the controls and a voice popped up before he could start the engine. "I do not believe you. If those lovers were to be apart when they most needed it, then I know that they will find each other even if they never seen one another's eyes when you said they had to or to never love each other."
"I did not say that they would not have the same love to connect them, but they will not understand that feeling or know where it came from when they get unexplained courage to live and when they start to cry for no reason." Sam explained. "Icicil will not know a son, and maybe not know another when it comes. But he loves them, and no matter how empty or alone they feel, they will not be unaided. The father will help his lost son even if the father does not know that the boy he is helping is his son. It is best not to think about what I know, and it is best not to know all that I do."
Prince Jefiea left the ship not knowing what to think about their conversation on the way here. But there was no time given to reflect on that, he would have to process the information as a secondary thought as when he stepped off the ship through a force field and into a white room of Freeza's ship, he pushed off the foot that was on Freeza's ship and launched himself into the wall.
Two guards came and picked him up and carried him easily, because he felt so light on this ship that any attempt to walk sent him into another wall, to a well lit white room with a glass table in the middle and metal chairs all the way around. He took a seat and was told by one of the guards that Freeza would be in shortly to discuss his intentions to pick up the training to become a warrior, and being from a race that Freeza had studied on his long trip to the planet and being depicted as a race that did not enjoy physical activity to the extreme of being able to break large objects over their heads, it was not going to be an easy task, except this was Prince Jefiea trickery.
Freeza came in, with a smirk on his very light pink face, and an enlarged head surrounding his face of a white helmet with a purple sphere lodged in the front and two horns pointing to the outside. He looked like he was covered in white armour with purple gems embedded in them at the chest, shins, and wrists and around the hips but they were attached. Freeza, in good posture that did not add anything to his small statue, walked towards a chair on the opposite side of the table from Prince Jefiea dragging his worm like tail behind him which wiggled. "Hello, Prince Jefiea," Freeza said in a voice that was old and feminine. "I suppose you know that me asking you for reasons of why you are going to go train at the only barrack belonging not to me but King Vegeta would be too easy for you to cover up, which you might have hundreds of deceits to tell me. I don't have that time to debate such important things, so allow me to write for our papers that you are going there to be safe from Prince Vegeta. I am puzzled on how to test your intelligence. Determining physical strength is easy, but from what I have learned from your race there is a wide area of topics to assess your knowledge, but instead of examining what you know, I am going to see if you would be useful to me. I think we can both agree that intelligence is how well a person can learn something new, in preparing for that definition; I want you to study this ship's weapon system and see what you can do about it. All you need to be familiar with is in the library. Prince Vegeta showed me his use in conquering a planet and lived; now it is your turn. He directed a five member team to take over a world, so you are also welcomed to exercise the technical team as you will. You have two days."
Prince Jefiea stepped out of room and into the bright curved tunnels of Freeza's ship with a foot boarding of orange padding. He rested against it and put his hands on the cold blue tiles of the floor. Squadrons marched by him which were formed by all sorts of species; some had scaly green skin and long snouts with sharp teeth, others had oval heads with big eyes with fins, some where tall while others were small. But a lone one came up, a Saiya-jin with scares on his tanned face, long black spiking hair with a red bandana underneath, and tried to find in his memory where he saw this kid before on Planet Vegeta. But he thought that something was wrong with that kid until he found what was missing. "Where is your tail?" Bardock snapped in his deep voice wondering what imprudent thing this child did to get his tail cut off. This question pasted as he realized to whom he was talking. "Oh right, your Prince of the Tsufuru-jins. I thought you were a Saiya-jin without a tail, but I heard that they are killed after their tail is gone; no point of living after losing something that important. But I remember a legend that started after Prince Vegeta was born that a grown Saiya-jin was walking around killing people and looking for another tailless Saiya-jin. I didn't like that legend, it brought up doubts that the next Super Saiya-jin would be one without a tail. It was just a legend, because there hasn't been a report of a tailless Saiya-jin anywhere, except I am sure that I spotted one on this ship. When I approached him, he said that it must have been his friend visiting from a planet far, far away. It is still strange that a planet so far away could have a race that looks so much like the Saiya-jins. Farewell, Prince."
And as soon as he was gone Sam showed in the same way Bardock did. "Saiya-jins, you will get it one day. But, we shouldn't be fooled by appearances. Now getting to your assignment, I was wondering if you could do me an act of kindness with your access to the weapon's system."
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After the two days were up, Prince Jefiea was given permission to depart for the barracks. The front gate of the barracks opened to hundreds of new recruits who disorderly pushed and shoved their ways into the path in the thick stone walls that surrounded the area.
Stucha and Jefiea had scaled the walls; it was even less protected than the palace without an obsessed spoiled sport craving to catch them, and they waited on the tallest brick building, or the office building, the first building to see after entering the gate, and watched for Prince Jefiea in the mob of avid Saiya-jins. On a digital notepad, Stucha reserved a new focus on the layout of the building. "I have found a path to the computer for registry." Stucha announced. "This is computer related, so you can go through the ventilation system to hack our names in the registry. I had almost forgotten; I shouldn't have. You should change your name, because I am positive no Saiya-jin was named after the Prince of the Tsufuru-jins."
"When had knowledge ever become so reprimanded?" he moaned and made his way through the dusty, dark, and constricted vents. On a headphone, he heard a voice:
"I wouldn't say it that way, because if I didn't have knowledge of your computer skills, then I would have had to go myself."
After some more clawing, he saw strips of blue light coming from ahead from the bottom of the vent. He got there, and removed the grid. Jefiea plummeted hands first and caught himself in a hand stand at the edge of a filing cabinet. Looking around, with the door to the left, he heard foot steps, and the doorknob joggling. As the door opened, he reached over to the top of the door with is left hand, and letting go of his right hand, he swung softly on the back of the door as it was put back until it hit the wall and closed Jefiea into a triangle area of the door and the corner of the wall. The female Saiya-jin searched the dark room and opened a compartment of the cabinet and gave up to close the door behind her. As the door was almost closed, Jefiea had to drop his left foot onto the round doorknob. The thing rattled a bit, and he started to fall forward, but not too far as he stopped and felt a hug at the front of his waist. Looking behind him, he saw that his robotic tail that he had fasten around his waist to look like a Saiya-jin had hook itself without his knowledge to the handle of the top drawn out compartment of the cabinet. "I guess being a little Saiya-jin helps."
But to his not long lasting joy, his foot slipped, and his tail did not release the drawer but brought it out and down with a loud crash which temporarily made him forget about the ache of it landing on his leg on an angle. In a bound Jefiea was at the computer typing with speed but keeping the noise down as much as possible. The screens on the window were appearing as fast as his heart was racing, and he was in the vent breathing heavily. This was a mission of sheath, even if they were going to be in the plain view of hundreds of Saiya-jins waiting to prove that they can protect the barracks. In the vent, exhausted, he thought: "All I wish I could say, with all of his sensation, is to the Saiya-jins, and to speak of the dangerous mistake they have taken by taking our gift of technology."
Jefiea emerged from the ventilation system with a hand from Stucha. There was a wait while Jefiea stretched. "I apologize; the task did not go over so smooth, but a passing grade. I am going by the name Jelo, and because of my hastened actions, I had to give you the name Stu."
"There, at the end of the pack; I see our prince." The newly named Stu pointed at the end of the mob. "Look at him walk, without a care for those around him who are willing to spill his blood if they had a second to notice it from their toils of aggression. He is a brave prince; he stood against the power of Freeza, and I wish not to understand what that overseer has planned for visitors, but now he walks head deep in a school of hungry fish who will turn on him if he showed a slightly bit of being afraid. Walk on dear prince, and now not so alone."
"You're eyes are filled with good stuff, Stu, but my eyes are watery from what's in them. The harshness of the friend of Vegeta's is in my eyes. He's close, right at our heels; and he waits at the side of the stairs from the building we observe." Jelo spoke – the conversation held as Stu searched down to find Nappa, a juggernaut of a Saiya-jin, with a black weed growing from the top of his head. He stood there, in full Saiya-jin armour, towering over all the new students giving sneers to them, and nodding to the ones who dared returned a look showing their courage. Jelo wondered if Stu had been silent for a long time, as Prince Jefiea started to make his way to the door, because of fear, and to remedy this curiosity he looked over to see any sign of it showing up on Stucha's face. But, he was not there to be seen, and it did not take all to see Stu on the ground with Nappa giving him his full attention. Now Jelo wondered if he should break the mission and go to help his friend who he thought had lost his mind. When all of the students entered the building, Nappa let out a loud laugh and watched as Stu made his way into the building as the last student. Jelo waited on the roof and about half an hour of resting to see what would happen, because today was not a lucky day for him, a body of a small Saiya-jin soared through the top of the roof with wreckage all around and stirred Jelo right off his crow's net. Down he fell to the stone stairway leading to the building, and landing on his back to barely miss having to be thumped by the two metal red doors that shot off the frame. This safe and sound, but aching position was next a curse to having been spared the material of the dam, because next rushed the flood of neophytes who not quite trampled him in their anger matter leaving the building with more fury than they had arrived to this barracks. Jelo got to his feet and jumped onto the horde to try to surf it pushing off the many heads available and making them go under the rout. First they were small, but then Jelo noticed that there were taller connoisseurs who without doubt in Jelo's mind that they started this as an initiation. He could not jump off the rush, as it spread out wide with more and more students coming, but they were not too hard to jump over, until Jelo had to twist around to not glimpse a tall very wiry light green skinned with dark green hair character dressed in loose brown clothing come out who had to be nine feet tall who was forced into Jelo's path. With getting his footing back and the desirable view, Jelo was shocked again as he had to jump right away, not knowing if he had enough space to jump this fellow, but the tall yellow eyed student did see Jelo and gave him a boast over him. Now most of the students leaving the building had grins rather than raged filled faces, and there was a few less, so when Jelo cleared the man, he was able to find a space between the big bodied Saiya-jins. This space was still reserved for a body, and Jelo had to hip check a looming Saiya-jin, only to find that he caused a pile up on himself.
One of the only new recruits who enjoyed this was Stu, who happened to be the only one without anyone around him in a hurry. Stu appeared from the corner of the building, running on the wall, and took his feet off the wall to put his back to the wall and slide across the brick into the alley way to stop at the middle. After seeing that there was no danger, he dropped to the ground. He felt a rise, everything seemed smaller. "Could you get off the sewer lid?" A small irritated voice asked. Stucha stepped off and underneath coming from the sewer was the Prince of the Tsufuru-jins, Jefiea who was bruising not too bad. He was drenched in sewage, and rang out his favourite green hat. "Oh this is no good. I did anticipate a minimal percent of Saiya-jins might have gone into the sewers after two students, but it seemed like they were attracted to it. Sorry, I give you my assurance this tirade is me blowing off some steam. Where is the other to this pair go? Oh, still trapped in the sewer, what a poor girl. Farewell."
Stu did not speak, but reflected on this feeling, if it were pride or not. Maybe he felt honoured. Before he had anything to say, and it was best this way he had later thought, Prince Jefiea sunk back into the murky tunnels.
It was night when sirens sounded around the campus and they were ordered to return to the lecture hall. With safety being the issue this year, only forty beginning students died. It was a mess, but the act made students realized a fraction of what they might face when they left for service. Many did not come to the auditorium, and rested bruised and cut up for the night, which was an honour for new students to show off their injuries. The injuries were marks of respect from the older students who thought them strong enough to take it, and people without many injuries were suspected of running away, which meant they got sentenced and judged by their fellow classmates, which put Stu, in his old habits of running away from certain death if he was caught, in an awkward situation. This was remedied by a meeting with Jelo who had paid his levy.
The ones who made it filled half of the large seated room that when down on an incline to the stage; and, most of them of course were older students at this point sitting in the front, but more first year students would come, and then they would wait for the last student who crawled his or her way from the ground to make it, and of course there were penalties for students who came in at a certain time and did not look as bad as the other students, and if a student was a last to arrive, then he or she had to put on a show.
Jelo and Stu were in the second pack, but in their defense, they were the worst of the group, and not until two groups later did the pack look like them and with the tall student, so Stu and Jelo threw the punishment curve high in that respect. They sat down and waited as others socialized, and it would not be until the very last person came very early in the morning and if no others came within half an hour, then they started.
The next to arrivals from then on where not in packs but pairs, until a girl named Liliaceae and did a twirl sending her long black hair around to show how good she was for being in such a hurt state, certainty broken bones at this point, but it was tolerable with how much they were going to rest and be treated. She did not take a seat right away, but leaned against the opened door until they noticed that of pile of clothes was behind her and squirming into the room, the first crawler. Liliaceae left as it passed through, and took a seat next to all the other girls who envied her. The principal in his shiny sliver armour and full black beard got off the stage and walked along the aisle to the pile, turned it around, and saw what Stu already knew; it was Prince Jefiea, he could smell it!
The principal went up the mike, and got the student's attention without a signal. "A quick note, the student who came here was recommended by King Vegeta, and approved by Freeza, so you know that he came from the palace. It is the prince of the Tsufuru-jins, our guest, now concluding my disbelief, to approve him myself. Prince Jefiea, he's a sparing partner with Prince Vegeta, so don't give him a hand."
Stu and Jelo were confused by this, but they were not Saiya-jin; Prince Jefiea did not understand this because he had a concussion, but the Saiya-jins understood the orders and what they meant to a student. This inaction indicated he could have had it worse, and he probably did, and he was still alive. There were many after him, well respected, but student body on the affair concerning Prince Jefiea showed that the older students humiliated themselves. The hold of applause was not towards Prince Jefiea, but aimed at the older students.