****************Episode 30***************
**The Extraordinary Mission; To Amazonia!!"**
Over a month later, Cole sat in his usual spot in Ancho's Bar. Normally a call this late meant something important was to take place at the Third Class Captain's Meeting. The time: 2AM.
High ranking members of the second class had also arrived. To Cole's further wonder, elite guards were posted at the entrance. This made no sense. Cole spread out his ki to find the cause of the commotion. The king was in the back of the bar!!
Cole kept his surprise to himself. But why the heck would the king be in a sleazy bar!?
Ancho, Commander of the Third Class, as well as owner of the bar, stepped through the door and ordered silence. From his looks, one could hardly tell he was a leader of any kind. He was a portly Sayin with a large mustache and more stomach then height. Still, the other captains saluted him on his arrival. "To the Commander, the one who gives us missions," called out a captain.
"And the one who gives us free drinks."
"Nice try, Nipper!"
"Kuso!"
"Lis'nup," yelled Ancho through his dark teeth, "I wan' ev'rybody ta stand up 'n salute His Roy'l Majisty, King Vegeta XXXI!"
From behind the door came not only the king, but the other three most powerful Sayins alive. Rubaru, Elite Class Deputy Headmaster of STP, Lord Saladus, Headmaster of STP and Honored Patron of Veterans, and finally Sir Nappa, Commander General of the Elite Class.
It was as if lightening had shot up their tails. Every Sayin jolted upright, saluted, and bowed respectfully. Cole side-glanced his uncle, questioning with his eyes as to what this was all about. Saladus cleared his throat, and Cole knew it meant everything would be explained. This code kept most people from finding out their relation to each other, in case it might disgrace Saladus of having a third class captain for a nephew.
The tall king commanded "Rise," and all in unison did so. "Faithful subjects, may we rejoice tonight of our indomitable reputation as a warrior race. Lord Freiza has informed us of a race of those whom have heard news of our battles and wish to meet with us, a race of people Freiza wishes to join forces with. On the Planet Amazonia, Empress Cleo requests the best of our race must be represented, including the best of the worst." He cleared his throat, not fully tolerating the small, filthy conditions of a low-class bar. "Our higher force reps have been chosen, now you and your team shall be selected. The Sayin with the highest power level and most of his -"
Nipper stepped forward. "That would be me, Your Highness! I, Captain Nipper, am the strongest of the third class!"
King Vegeta's lip curled in disgust of the outburst. Rubaru smiled at Nipper's boldness. Nappa checked a list he carried. "Captain Nipper? Or should I say Ex-General? Or perhaps one-time winner, two-time loser of the STP Student Tournament?"
Nipper remained with his chest puffed out. "I can lick any Sayin here!"
'And probably enjoy it,' said Tora's voice in Cole's mind.
"Just check the level, Nappa," said Rubaru. Nappa pressed the buttons on his scouter. The device beeped and responded. "1,262. Not bad at all for a Third Class."
King Vegeta tried to hide his contempt. The commoners revolted him so!
"Our orders were clear," stated Saladus to Rubaru and Nappa. "Make sure he is the highest level."
Nappa nodded and addressed the crowd. "Does anyone challenge Captain Nipper's power?"
After a moment's pause, Cole and another captain stepped forward. Nipper scanned the other's level first. "1,232. Aww, too bad," he laughed. Cole glanced at his uncle. Saladus put his palm toward himself. Cole powered up just a bit until Saladus' palm went level to the ground. In this silent language, Saladus had corrected Cole's level to a more adequet state.
Nappa scanned. "1,586. My king, we have a winner! What is your name?"
Cole gave a Sayin Bow. "I am Captain Cole, and am at Your Majesty's service."
"Excellent. Lord Saladus, you may debrief the captain of the formalities of the mission. Now," he said far softer turing around, "We getting out of this dump before We vomit!"*
Tora laughed hard. "Shit! I'd have LOVED to see Nipper's face! He must have been sick as a pig!"
"He was pretty peeved," admitted Cole. It was hours later. Cole and his team met at the edge of Vine Forest on the outskirts of the city. Bardock, who had brought snacks along, proceeded to eat rather then joke. If they went on another assignment, he first had to finish breakfast!
"So, there has to be a catch," said Panbukin. "The king don't ask favors fer nothin'!"
"There is," Cole sighed. "I am only allowed to take three members of my team - three FEMALE members?"
"What!?!" exclaimed all of the men. Totepo signed furiously. "That ain't fair!" said Panbukin. "Why the hell can't we go?!" demanded Tora. Bardock just shrugged and continued his meal.
"The Amazonians are a race of warrior WOMEN. They may get offened if the majority of Sayins arriving are men. Either that, or they may demand we remain and mate with them."
All of the Sayins shuddered. Mating with a species outside of the human race was too vulgar to consider. "My plan is to take Zucina, Fasha, and one of you guys . . . um . . . dressed up!"
"IN DRAGG!?!?!?" screamed Panbukin.
"It can't be too bad to cross-dress," Bardock teased him. "Zuni-chan does it all the time!"
Zucina snorted. "I don't like anti-male, femminist shite. I do believe women can over-power men, but this is just mad! I'll still go, though."
"Fasha?"
"Gomen, Cole-kun. I can't. My father wants me to learn how to keep a house before Tora officially moves in with me."
"Mind if I go in your place," asked Tora.
"No. Go ahead and have fun!" Her eyes turned firey. "Don't look at any pretty girls, though!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"I refuse to go," yelled Panbukin. Totepo signaled his agreement with his partner.
"That leaves only one more person to be the third girl." He turned to Bardock. The teen had finished his food and was trying to sneak off on tip-toe. "Leiutenant?" Bardock spun around, hand behind his head. "I-uh-well-uh," he said, laughing nervously. "Uh, Celipa's still upset about Mom's death, so I ought to-"
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* - Don't forget, kings use "we" meaning themselves. King Vegeta is quite the charmer, ne? *gag*
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Bardock hit his head repeatedly to the beat of an invisible metronome against the walls of the spaceship. He, Cole, Tora, and Zucina were being transported with many other Sayins on a grand spaceship of Freiza's. Bardock took no notice of the ship's magnitude and elegance; he was too busy cursing the day he met Cole.
"Quit banging your head," whispered Tora. He was dressing in light-blue leotard, white/yellow woman's armor (filled, of course), and had on a short black wig. His face only needed light make-up, provided by Fasha, and he wore a small, delicate necklace to complete the affect.
Bardock, unlike Tora, needed far more make-up. His normally tan face had been powdered completely white to hide his un-becoming scar. He wore lavender, short leotards, pink-yellow woman's armor (more robust the Tora's), and a long, blue, spiky wig. "Leave me alone," he grumbled.
"C'mon! Lighten up! Its not like anybody knows its us, or even cares! Besides, you voice is more like a woman's then mine anyway."**
"Just go away," Bardock moaned.
Zucina strode up to the two. "Hey girls! Doing alright?"
"Not bad Zucina," Tora said. Bardock only moaned again.
"Cross-dressing not so bloody easy as you thought," mocked Zucina. "Second-guessing your promise to follow whatever Cole's training included?"
"Sod off, Zucina," said Bardock, mimicking her catch-phrase, and continuing his self-beating.
Zucina straitened up. "Have you gone mad? Msashing your head will get unwanted attention! Act more like a lady!"
"Look whose talking," laughed Tora, raising his voice an octive higher. "The manliest woman on the ship!"
"I can act like a lady if it suited me!"
"Yeah, right. About as much as Totepo can win a beauty contest!"
"I can!"
"Prove it!
"How?"
"Here comes someone now."
As luck would have it, one of the few men on board was Paragus, one of the suitors whom Zucina's parents tried to mate her off to. He strode up to the group, eyes fixed on Zucina. She felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. 'Blimey! Of all the blokes of our race . . .'
"Well hello, Lady Zucina," said Paragus smoothly. "Fancy meeting you here among the best of our race. Then again," he lifted the bottom of her chin, "you are among the most beautiful."
Zucina, feeling ready to knee him between the legs, noticed Tora and Bardock from the corner of her eye. Both had mooved backwards, and covered their faces trying not to laugh. She recomposed herself and batted her eyes seductively. "Lord Paragus! You shameless flatterer! Suppose you are caught flirting with a third class. Think of your reputation!"
"Who can possibly believe that you are a third class soldier! Why, any blind man can tell, beneath that manly armor, the heart of a truly exquisite lady beats within."
"Hard to believe that a poet such as yourself still has no mate."
"Oh, I have a mate," Paragus said, curling his tail around Zucina's waist.*** "I merely require a mistress."
Bardock and Tora had to maintain an extreme amount of control not to howl with laughter at the look of fury on Zucina's face. "M-merely re-qui- What kind of a woman do you think I am!?!"
Paragus leaned closer, weaving his tail around Zucina's. "Hopefully, an agreeable one."
Zucina tried to think fast. She had to get out of this predicament as soon as possible! Paragus' tail brushed against her sheathe. The Idsa Sword, reacting to its mistress' thoughts, glowed slightly, catching Paragus' attention. "A sword? Now what is a third class woman doing with a sword?"
'Bingo!' "Oh, just a present from a friend!"
"Such an exquisite piece of workmanship. You know, I'm a master at fencing myself."
Zucina laughed inwardly. 'Hehehe, such a fool!' She put on her biggest, starriest eyes and airiest voice. "Really? May you teach me? I am sooo clumsy with it! Its like my hands were never made to hold such a weapon!"
Tora and Bardock face-vaulted.
"Of course, my sweet! I'll teach you!"
"I warn you. This is a MAGIC sword. Only worthy being can dare to touch it!"
Paragus laughed. "So like a woman! Supersticious nonsense!"
"Then be sure to keep a firm grip of it." She unsheathed the Idsa Sword and acted to offer it to Paragus, who laughed again. "Asinine girl! You hand it over hilt first!"
"Oh my! Silly me!" She laughed, secretly immitaing Olivia. "You mean, like this?"
"Very good," he said, extending his hand. "You learn-" But he was cut short from a purple needle shooting from the handle into his hand. "What the?"
"Something wrong, my lord?"
"N-nothing." He took the sword, ignoring the stream of ki neddles running into his arms. The pain soon became excrutiating, and his face contorted in agony. "What is with this sword?!"
Zucina's face broadened into an evil smirk. "My lord? Are you not worthy of such a fine sword?"
Paragus only heard her from a distance, concentrating into holding the sword. But the pain became too intense, and he passed out, the sword lingering above in the air. Zucina whistled, and it floated into her hands.
Tora and Bardock ran over to check on him. "He ain't breathin' right," said Bardock.
"Who cares," said Zucina, placing the sword back in its proper holder behind her back. "He was only tortured from the inside out. Pity it didn't last longer. I rather enjoyed myself."
Tora stared at her. "Sometimes you scare me, Psycho Bitch!"
Saladus and Cole stood one foot apart, staring out into space through a large window. The two, psysically, couldn't be much more different. Saladus, disfigured, very tall, and gaunt, then Cole, middle height, handsome, and powerfully erect.
The two men stood in silence for most of the flight. Though keeping in close correspondence, they rarely saw one another, and the few times they did were under close supervision. Cole wished he spent more time with his only remaining reletive, but knew that under the circumstances of their birth could not.
Finally, Saladus broke the silence, speaking in a dead language known to very few people, including Cole. Your pupils appear to be stronger then most third class Sayiins. You must be proud.
Thank you, sir, I am. Bardock shows most promise. I have never seen a Sayin so good-hearted, yet tainted by his past. Pity the past cannot be re-written.
As you have said many times. You have taken quite a liking to him.
To me, these three symbolize hope for the future of all common Sayins. It pains me to keep my power in check, while it is really higher then many elites.
King Vegeta XXXI does not understand, Cole. He will never accept a peasent being so strong. We can only hope his predecessor will, someday. And your students may be there to see that day when a third class warrior will become more powerful then the king himself.
One may even be that Sayin. At least I am assured you teachings will never die out. Even if our bloodline does.
Be patient, my dear nephew. You are still young and healthy. You will bare a son one day. And the skills are no longer mine; they are yours. You have your afther's spirit so much in you! I'm sure he is pleased, aswell.
Cole, side glanced his uncle. You don't know how much I appriciate that.
I'm sure I do. His scouter beeped, and he turned back to Cole. Get your team ready. We arrive on Amazonia in five minutes.
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** - Remember how I mentioned I hear the characters' voices? Well, I think of Bardock's as Nozawa Masako, the original voice talent behind Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Bardock. She's cool!
*** - I am convinced that the tail is the most sensitive part of a Sayin's body, judging how Goku and Radditz act when theirs are squeezed.
Hey all! Tora talkin'!
All of us land on Amazonia only to find out that Princess Calliope has been captured by the Catrl, a race of being under the command of the inter-planetary warlord Krang. As assassins for hire for the rival warlord Freiza, we have to find the princess and rescue her! The only problem is will Bardock, or should I say "Kakkara," be up to it in his female attire? Or will he change first?
Next time on DragonballBC: Knights in Sayin Armor!! We Must Rescue the Princess!!
Fun Fact - My fav mangaka, next to Toriyama-sama, is Rumiko Takahashi, author of Ranma 1/2 and Inu-Yasha. This should be quite evident considering the style of romantic comedy. (Also, all of the cross-dressing is classic Takahashi!! ^_^)
**The Extraordinary Mission; To Amazonia!!"**
Over a month later, Cole sat in his usual spot in Ancho's Bar. Normally a call this late meant something important was to take place at the Third Class Captain's Meeting. The time: 2AM.
High ranking members of the second class had also arrived. To Cole's further wonder, elite guards were posted at the entrance. This made no sense. Cole spread out his ki to find the cause of the commotion. The king was in the back of the bar!!
Cole kept his surprise to himself. But why the heck would the king be in a sleazy bar!?
Ancho, Commander of the Third Class, as well as owner of the bar, stepped through the door and ordered silence. From his looks, one could hardly tell he was a leader of any kind. He was a portly Sayin with a large mustache and more stomach then height. Still, the other captains saluted him on his arrival. "To the Commander, the one who gives us missions," called out a captain.
"And the one who gives us free drinks."
"Nice try, Nipper!"
"Kuso!"
"Lis'nup," yelled Ancho through his dark teeth, "I wan' ev'rybody ta stand up 'n salute His Roy'l Majisty, King Vegeta XXXI!"
From behind the door came not only the king, but the other three most powerful Sayins alive. Rubaru, Elite Class Deputy Headmaster of STP, Lord Saladus, Headmaster of STP and Honored Patron of Veterans, and finally Sir Nappa, Commander General of the Elite Class.
It was as if lightening had shot up their tails. Every Sayin jolted upright, saluted, and bowed respectfully. Cole side-glanced his uncle, questioning with his eyes as to what this was all about. Saladus cleared his throat, and Cole knew it meant everything would be explained. This code kept most people from finding out their relation to each other, in case it might disgrace Saladus of having a third class captain for a nephew.
The tall king commanded "Rise," and all in unison did so. "Faithful subjects, may we rejoice tonight of our indomitable reputation as a warrior race. Lord Freiza has informed us of a race of those whom have heard news of our battles and wish to meet with us, a race of people Freiza wishes to join forces with. On the Planet Amazonia, Empress Cleo requests the best of our race must be represented, including the best of the worst." He cleared his throat, not fully tolerating the small, filthy conditions of a low-class bar. "Our higher force reps have been chosen, now you and your team shall be selected. The Sayin with the highest power level and most of his -"
Nipper stepped forward. "That would be me, Your Highness! I, Captain Nipper, am the strongest of the third class!"
King Vegeta's lip curled in disgust of the outburst. Rubaru smiled at Nipper's boldness. Nappa checked a list he carried. "Captain Nipper? Or should I say Ex-General? Or perhaps one-time winner, two-time loser of the STP Student Tournament?"
Nipper remained with his chest puffed out. "I can lick any Sayin here!"
'And probably enjoy it,' said Tora's voice in Cole's mind.
"Just check the level, Nappa," said Rubaru. Nappa pressed the buttons on his scouter. The device beeped and responded. "1,262. Not bad at all for a Third Class."
King Vegeta tried to hide his contempt. The commoners revolted him so!
"Our orders were clear," stated Saladus to Rubaru and Nappa. "Make sure he is the highest level."
Nappa nodded and addressed the crowd. "Does anyone challenge Captain Nipper's power?"
After a moment's pause, Cole and another captain stepped forward. Nipper scanned the other's level first. "1,232. Aww, too bad," he laughed. Cole glanced at his uncle. Saladus put his palm toward himself. Cole powered up just a bit until Saladus' palm went level to the ground. In this silent language, Saladus had corrected Cole's level to a more adequet state.
Nappa scanned. "1,586. My king, we have a winner! What is your name?"
Cole gave a Sayin Bow. "I am Captain Cole, and am at Your Majesty's service."
"Excellent. Lord Saladus, you may debrief the captain of the formalities of the mission. Now," he said far softer turing around, "We getting out of this dump before We vomit!"*
Tora laughed hard. "Shit! I'd have LOVED to see Nipper's face! He must have been sick as a pig!"
"He was pretty peeved," admitted Cole. It was hours later. Cole and his team met at the edge of Vine Forest on the outskirts of the city. Bardock, who had brought snacks along, proceeded to eat rather then joke. If they went on another assignment, he first had to finish breakfast!
"So, there has to be a catch," said Panbukin. "The king don't ask favors fer nothin'!"
"There is," Cole sighed. "I am only allowed to take three members of my team - three FEMALE members?"
"What!?!" exclaimed all of the men. Totepo signed furiously. "That ain't fair!" said Panbukin. "Why the hell can't we go?!" demanded Tora. Bardock just shrugged and continued his meal.
"The Amazonians are a race of warrior WOMEN. They may get offened if the majority of Sayins arriving are men. Either that, or they may demand we remain and mate with them."
All of the Sayins shuddered. Mating with a species outside of the human race was too vulgar to consider. "My plan is to take Zucina, Fasha, and one of you guys . . . um . . . dressed up!"
"IN DRAGG!?!?!?" screamed Panbukin.
"It can't be too bad to cross-dress," Bardock teased him. "Zuni-chan does it all the time!"
Zucina snorted. "I don't like anti-male, femminist shite. I do believe women can over-power men, but this is just mad! I'll still go, though."
"Fasha?"
"Gomen, Cole-kun. I can't. My father wants me to learn how to keep a house before Tora officially moves in with me."
"Mind if I go in your place," asked Tora.
"No. Go ahead and have fun!" Her eyes turned firey. "Don't look at any pretty girls, though!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"I refuse to go," yelled Panbukin. Totepo signaled his agreement with his partner.
"That leaves only one more person to be the third girl." He turned to Bardock. The teen had finished his food and was trying to sneak off on tip-toe. "Leiutenant?" Bardock spun around, hand behind his head. "I-uh-well-uh," he said, laughing nervously. "Uh, Celipa's still upset about Mom's death, so I ought to-"
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* - Don't forget, kings use "we" meaning themselves. King Vegeta is quite the charmer, ne? *gag*
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Bardock hit his head repeatedly to the beat of an invisible metronome against the walls of the spaceship. He, Cole, Tora, and Zucina were being transported with many other Sayins on a grand spaceship of Freiza's. Bardock took no notice of the ship's magnitude and elegance; he was too busy cursing the day he met Cole.
"Quit banging your head," whispered Tora. He was dressing in light-blue leotard, white/yellow woman's armor (filled, of course), and had on a short black wig. His face only needed light make-up, provided by Fasha, and he wore a small, delicate necklace to complete the affect.
Bardock, unlike Tora, needed far more make-up. His normally tan face had been powdered completely white to hide his un-becoming scar. He wore lavender, short leotards, pink-yellow woman's armor (more robust the Tora's), and a long, blue, spiky wig. "Leave me alone," he grumbled.
"C'mon! Lighten up! Its not like anybody knows its us, or even cares! Besides, you voice is more like a woman's then mine anyway."**
"Just go away," Bardock moaned.
Zucina strode up to the two. "Hey girls! Doing alright?"
"Not bad Zucina," Tora said. Bardock only moaned again.
"Cross-dressing not so bloody easy as you thought," mocked Zucina. "Second-guessing your promise to follow whatever Cole's training included?"
"Sod off, Zucina," said Bardock, mimicking her catch-phrase, and continuing his self-beating.
Zucina straitened up. "Have you gone mad? Msashing your head will get unwanted attention! Act more like a lady!"
"Look whose talking," laughed Tora, raising his voice an octive higher. "The manliest woman on the ship!"
"I can act like a lady if it suited me!"
"Yeah, right. About as much as Totepo can win a beauty contest!"
"I can!"
"Prove it!
"How?"
"Here comes someone now."
As luck would have it, one of the few men on board was Paragus, one of the suitors whom Zucina's parents tried to mate her off to. He strode up to the group, eyes fixed on Zucina. She felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. 'Blimey! Of all the blokes of our race . . .'
"Well hello, Lady Zucina," said Paragus smoothly. "Fancy meeting you here among the best of our race. Then again," he lifted the bottom of her chin, "you are among the most beautiful."
Zucina, feeling ready to knee him between the legs, noticed Tora and Bardock from the corner of her eye. Both had mooved backwards, and covered their faces trying not to laugh. She recomposed herself and batted her eyes seductively. "Lord Paragus! You shameless flatterer! Suppose you are caught flirting with a third class. Think of your reputation!"
"Who can possibly believe that you are a third class soldier! Why, any blind man can tell, beneath that manly armor, the heart of a truly exquisite lady beats within."
"Hard to believe that a poet such as yourself still has no mate."
"Oh, I have a mate," Paragus said, curling his tail around Zucina's waist.*** "I merely require a mistress."
Bardock and Tora had to maintain an extreme amount of control not to howl with laughter at the look of fury on Zucina's face. "M-merely re-qui- What kind of a woman do you think I am!?!"
Paragus leaned closer, weaving his tail around Zucina's. "Hopefully, an agreeable one."
Zucina tried to think fast. She had to get out of this predicament as soon as possible! Paragus' tail brushed against her sheathe. The Idsa Sword, reacting to its mistress' thoughts, glowed slightly, catching Paragus' attention. "A sword? Now what is a third class woman doing with a sword?"
'Bingo!' "Oh, just a present from a friend!"
"Such an exquisite piece of workmanship. You know, I'm a master at fencing myself."
Zucina laughed inwardly. 'Hehehe, such a fool!' She put on her biggest, starriest eyes and airiest voice. "Really? May you teach me? I am sooo clumsy with it! Its like my hands were never made to hold such a weapon!"
Tora and Bardock face-vaulted.
"Of course, my sweet! I'll teach you!"
"I warn you. This is a MAGIC sword. Only worthy being can dare to touch it!"
Paragus laughed. "So like a woman! Supersticious nonsense!"
"Then be sure to keep a firm grip of it." She unsheathed the Idsa Sword and acted to offer it to Paragus, who laughed again. "Asinine girl! You hand it over hilt first!"
"Oh my! Silly me!" She laughed, secretly immitaing Olivia. "You mean, like this?"
"Very good," he said, extending his hand. "You learn-" But he was cut short from a purple needle shooting from the handle into his hand. "What the?"
"Something wrong, my lord?"
"N-nothing." He took the sword, ignoring the stream of ki neddles running into his arms. The pain soon became excrutiating, and his face contorted in agony. "What is with this sword?!"
Zucina's face broadened into an evil smirk. "My lord? Are you not worthy of such a fine sword?"
Paragus only heard her from a distance, concentrating into holding the sword. But the pain became too intense, and he passed out, the sword lingering above in the air. Zucina whistled, and it floated into her hands.
Tora and Bardock ran over to check on him. "He ain't breathin' right," said Bardock.
"Who cares," said Zucina, placing the sword back in its proper holder behind her back. "He was only tortured from the inside out. Pity it didn't last longer. I rather enjoyed myself."
Tora stared at her. "Sometimes you scare me, Psycho Bitch!"
Saladus and Cole stood one foot apart, staring out into space through a large window. The two, psysically, couldn't be much more different. Saladus, disfigured, very tall, and gaunt, then Cole, middle height, handsome, and powerfully erect.
The two men stood in silence for most of the flight. Though keeping in close correspondence, they rarely saw one another, and the few times they did were under close supervision. Cole wished he spent more time with his only remaining reletive, but knew that under the circumstances of their birth could not.
Finally, Saladus broke the silence, speaking in a dead language known to very few people, including Cole. Your pupils appear to be stronger then most third class Sayiins. You must be proud.
Thank you, sir, I am. Bardock shows most promise. I have never seen a Sayin so good-hearted, yet tainted by his past. Pity the past cannot be re-written.
As you have said many times. You have taken quite a liking to him.
To me, these three symbolize hope for the future of all common Sayins. It pains me to keep my power in check, while it is really higher then many elites.
King Vegeta XXXI does not understand, Cole. He will never accept a peasent being so strong. We can only hope his predecessor will, someday. And your students may be there to see that day when a third class warrior will become more powerful then the king himself.
One may even be that Sayin. At least I am assured you teachings will never die out. Even if our bloodline does.
Be patient, my dear nephew. You are still young and healthy. You will bare a son one day. And the skills are no longer mine; they are yours. You have your afther's spirit so much in you! I'm sure he is pleased, aswell.
Cole, side glanced his uncle. You don't know how much I appriciate that.
I'm sure I do. His scouter beeped, and he turned back to Cole. Get your team ready. We arrive on Amazonia in five minutes.
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** - Remember how I mentioned I hear the characters' voices? Well, I think of Bardock's as Nozawa Masako, the original voice talent behind Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Bardock. She's cool!
*** - I am convinced that the tail is the most sensitive part of a Sayin's body, judging how Goku and Radditz act when theirs are squeezed.
Hey all! Tora talkin'!
All of us land on Amazonia only to find out that Princess Calliope has been captured by the Catrl, a race of being under the command of the inter-planetary warlord Krang. As assassins for hire for the rival warlord Freiza, we have to find the princess and rescue her! The only problem is will Bardock, or should I say "Kakkara," be up to it in his female attire? Or will he change first?
Next time on DragonballBC: Knights in Sayin Armor!! We Must Rescue the Princess!!
Fun Fact - My fav mangaka, next to Toriyama-sama, is Rumiko Takahashi, author of Ranma 1/2 and Inu-Yasha. This should be quite evident considering the style of romantic comedy. (Also, all of the cross-dressing is classic Takahashi!! ^_^)