Chapter 7: Unforeseen

A/N: Some of you guys asked for longer chapters I hope this delivers that as we begin to round out more of the world building and set the stage for the real story to start. Also happygochi on tumblr made some fanart featuring their favorite scenes from chapter 5. It's not often I get fan art inspiried work based off my fanfiction so this is a shout out to you and a note for everyone to go give it a look over. I have a tumblr page and a link to it as well, same name.

Raditz was sitting down around a large red felt table that was painted black and royal blue for some, several other saiyans were gathered. Just around them were ten or so other non elites, the exchanges between them only adding the growing grin that spread over the eldest son of Bardock.

Across from him was Nappa, a well rounded soldier and general for the royal family. Few people could hope to compete with him anywhere, while the larger saiyan shifted a large freshly rolled Mezar Cigar in his mouth as his caretaker-formerly of House Bardock- popped a match off her fingernail and then lit it for him.

"Appreciated, Hellah," Nappa grunted, as the larger woman smiled and took her place at Nappa's side. Hellah looked to Raditz and smiled, tipping her head to the young man whom she had catered to and served just a few years past.

While not fat, her body size just bulkier and standing just a hair taller than Nappa she was an impressive sight to behold. Her blonde curls not finely straightened or brushed. It was slightly ragged, a woman that wasn't totally refined or dainty. Having visible scars especially around her hips and sides before she was ever picked up to be caretaker.

It was why Nappa fancied her, and instantly knew what he wanted when it came time to challenge the other houses. She was a reminder of his long passed mate, she wasn't an elite when he had mated her. A fringe lower 2nd class woman that fought in the pits like a tribal warrior. Only afterwards did she gain in strength and become comparable to the other elite women. That was his mate and his Hellah, a large, unafraid, and capable of fighting any third class saiyan.

But in a battle of cards, Nappa squared off against Bardock's spawn. Yet all of those playing knew one thing about Raditz, the little shit could play.

The cards were played like blackjack, yet each player could set the number that the others were required to reach. Making the idea of cheating a near impossibility. There were no sleight of hands, or changes to be made to the deck on the fly.

Currently Raditz was sitting with eighteen points, a King and an Eight. The dice he had rolled set the number to twentyfour. Leaving him the option of risking that he might go over, or increase his points.

The other two saiyans were waiting on his call, while Nappa glared at him from across the table.

I may never beat you in a fight baldy, but you'll never out do me in cards. Like always Raditz had played the game to near perfection, but luck always needed to be on your side. So if you could tilt those odds however slightly in your favor…

"Hit." Raditz said, as the dealer flipped over a card revealing a five.

A series of frustrated groans came from the other players and boisterous laughter from those who were watching. Who needed a war to fight when you could humiliate them without lifting a finger? It is so sweet. Raditz wore the biggest smirk on his face as Nappa's knuckles cracked, he clenched his fist.

He was sitting with twenty leaving only three cards that could be an out, counting that the other two saiyans had only one ace, and a four. His odds were roughly twenty percent that he could hit and get the number he was looking for.

Yet losing and going over wasn't bad, Nappa looked at his stacks of chips to which was half the size of the young upstart across from him. If went over, the number of chips that he would lose would be doubled.

Risk versus reward.

"Stay." Nappa grumbled as the two other saiyans in agreement at the table with the elite folded their hands. An angry sneer on each one of their lips as Raditz pulled in several small chip piles.

For his amusement and mockery of those around him, his chips were arranged like the city around the castle. Knowing he might not ever have the crown, but he would damn sure have enough money to act like he did.

Once I get ahold of my old man's funds I can gamble us to royalty. Smirking, Raditz kicked the hands back together and shuffled the cards. He couldn't push his luck much farther with this new dealing of cards. So he split, shuffled, and split again.

Though as the saiyan flipped out the cards to everyone he felt the long fingers of a welcome figure come to his side. "About time Viv, what kept you?" Raditz said as the arachnoid female just smiled, her mood drastically improved as she had come back, her large palm just patted his shoulder.

Raditz noted though a new presence at Viv's side, the figure of the new caretaker. Eh, why'd Viv bring her? His eyes giving the human woman a once over, but as he did he spun a new and more lucrative game in his head.

Chi-Chi watched them play cards, having a somewhat familiar idea as Raditz played the game endlessly. It was a saiyan battle of wits, luck, and pride. Though standing just off to the side of the table as those gathering to watch had to stay a foot back allowing only those participating and belonging to the house to have the best seats.

Viv just rested her hand on Raditz shoulder as the saiyans flipped through a hand, Raditz mucking his from the start as he was stuck with a thirteen. Nappa and the other saiyans left to decide the roll which was set at twenty-seven for the limit of points.

The round came back to Raditz who made no major moves, the saiyan having been watching the cards as he drew them back together, his fingers pushing apart one set as he decided to up the ante.

"Alright boys, let's make this more interesting." His words causing everyone at the table to shift their heads and look at him. The absolutely devilish grin on his face was already cause for concern for just those playing. But for Viv in Chi-Chi it was even more worrisome, if they didn't realize it.

"You already have most of the money already, what the hell are you looking to score now pup?" Nappa grumbled. He was already bitter about losing nearly ten thousand credits for tonight, yet here he was still trying to beat this little sonofabitch.

"You know Raditz Master Nappa, do not be angry with him." Hellah's voice was more nordic in its tone, a heavier tone that retained some femininity, but was still dominant. Rolling her hand overtop his head and down to his neck the most to help ease some tension of the powerful elite saiyan that she could feel rolling off from him.

Nappa relaxed considerably with his caretaker providing some of that much needed relief. But the other two saiyans at the table weren't ready either to jump into this new gamble.

"What the hell are you going to wager now?" One of them grunted, his small stack of chips left him around for maybe five more deals if he didn't start winning. Between the three of them they had nothing compared to Raditz who was looking to walk away with all of their money. Of course they weren't poor or paupers, but losing cash to an upstart like Raditz was disgraceful

But if he was going to make the pot a little more lucrative, to knock him down a peg or two by beating him here now? Well, what self respecting saiyan could turn down such an offer?

"Let's hear it, what triple the bet? Or maybe the rights to your father's recent purged planet?" The other said bored with the proposition but let the saiyan speak his part.

"Your Villa's from the Vineyards," Raditz chuckled. The Vineyards were a set of luxurious real estate, a tempered climate where the planet's rare wines were cultivated. It was a partial grass and forest land of some rolling green grass that experienced a cool night. It was rare property and also quite expensive.

The two other saiyan's playing spat, other saiyans watching from around felt duel being thrown down. A direct challenge, would they cower and bow out or step up to the challenge? Money versus pride? And only one of the saiyans here had ample of both.

"Fuck you boy," Not even wanting to fall into some sort of trap. " It's not like you have anything of comparable value to offer at this table." Nappa said in a low threatening rumble. Pushing back in his seat, to where Hellah moved to the side though her focus was on young Raditz.

The former caretaker of the saiyan gave him a hard look and shook her head, "This is not what you should be doing Son of Bardock, you know that."

Raditz just smirked, "I'm well within my rights, if you haven't forgotten we are gambling." Rolling the deck of cards in his hand. "So are you two in or going to tuck your tails and run away?"

Both of the other saiyans bared their fangs at the youth, "Like you have anything of value worth a single Villa." The location and price tag wasn't at all cheap, their little game was less than a percent of that cost to afford.

Even if they had no intention of betting, they couldn't back away like cowards. If there was no chance for a bet to begin with then there would be no attack upon their pride.

Raditz thumbed towards the two ladies at his side, "Two caretakers."

Chi-Chi's eyes widened in shock as she heard Raditz speak those words. "What?" She balked looking towards the son of Bardock who didn't even glance back to correct her outburst. He dropped his hand to pull something free from his side.

"So are you cowards in or out?"

No. No NO-! Chi-Chi's mind screamed, this was not at all okay. Raditz wasn't Bardock, and she wasn't interested in being seen as property. But she was limited on what she could do, as per her agreement she couldn't oppose a member of the house unless given express permission by Bardock personally. Nor could she speak out, she was a caretaker. Not a citizen of the planet like Bulma…

But, it didn't mean she had to sit around here. She'd find Bardock and put the Kibosh on this thing right now! Then she felt a clamp click around her wrist. Raditz had locked her arm to Viv's who looked down at Chi-Chi and just shook her head.

The saiyan knew that Chi-Chi would probably pull a stunt like that. Having seen the way that Chi-Chi took little shit from him. It didn't help he was a bit of an ass to her, and a bit more forward about tempting the attractive woman to his bed. It wasn't his fault though, Raditz just loved the finer things, and Chi-Chi was one of them. But he wasn't allowed to force her to his bed, because he was not his father. Because his father forbid him and Kakarot from using their position to make the ladies of the house sleep with them. As his father put it: 'You want to fuck them? Then beat me and take my house, if not then find another way to satisfy your pricks and do not ever let me hear you of raping them or I will send you on a ten year purge assignment. They work for me, they are loyal to me, and if they lose that loyalty then that will damage my honor and pride, now get out of my sight.'

Their father Bardock was no liar either.

Even still Raditz could bet what belonged to his house because he held that name in his title. Even though his old man forbade him from doing so, it didn't stop him. If he needed to take a beating he would. Because dear old dad has no one else to pass the house on to, he'll never give it to Kakarot. So his life and its value was never in doubt.

Though this left Chi-Chi with an intense desire to throttle Raditz she couldn't do a damn thing right now. Viv however, brought her free hand to Chi-Chi's wrist. "It'll be alright dear."

Chi-Chi just snorted through her nose and glared at Raditz as he picked up the dice on the table. "Well?" he pushed again.

"Bahh! You'll regret this boy-!" One shouted slamming his chair back onto the floor in anger. The other saiyan just cracked his knuckles and knocked his chips into the table as Nappa shook his head refusing to play in Raditz's little game.

Laughing boisterously Raditz held up the dice to Viv. Eager to get this game started, the sooner he could place his bet the less time it would take for word to reach his father. "A little luck?" He asked as the woman took it with her free hand and kissed the dice for him. "Thanks Viv." Raditz then dropped it onto the table where it bounced and rolled to a quick stop.

"Twenty four!" He announced, "My favorite number." Viv's hand moved behind Raditz and then scratched the back of his neck with her long fingers, with a pleased smirk on his face Raditz went back to rub her hand. "Top quality, Viv is excellent in all manners, and the new one is fresh, top tier cooking abilities, but also untouched," His words echoing that she was still pure and of course, more valuable.

"If I was capable of punching you I would right now." Chi-Chi warned to which the saiyan just waved off. Knowing that he was easily ten times her speed and strength and if she even tried to whack him he'd just block and then smack her for it. Chi-Chi would also bet he wouldn't smack her like Kakarot did.

Drawing his hand back to the table, he tapped the cards and then tossed forwards each players first starting cards. One was given seventeen points, another given fifteen, he dealt himself a twenty.

The saiyan with seventeen growled, "Hit."

Raditz flipped a five from the hand onto his hand. The young son of Bardock watching as the saiyan mulled over the minor chance of hitting again and getting a twenty four. "Stay." To which Raditz looked at the other first class with fifteen. With all of them playing against each other he was forced to play, Nodding his head. "Hit."

The saiyan flipped another card and immediately the other saiyan almost exploded in anger. "You little fucker!" His finger pointing accusingly towards Raditz who had dropped a ten point card on his. It was a bust and he was out with twenty five points.

"Temper you fool, you should know better than to gamble with me." Though the saiyan would love to dive across the table and beat Raditz he couldn't. They were at the royal palace and attacking an member of an elite house could be seen as treasonous without justification.

Losing in a gamble wasn't one King Vegeta would probably accept for starting a brawl. So the saiyan was forced to swallow a huge loss, but at least keep his pride or at least what was left of it.

Then it fell to one on one as Raditz flipped a card over revealing a two. "Twenty two to twenty three, hah! Looks like i'll be owning some fine bitches and a new villa!" The other saiyan gloated already imaging having a fresh untouched woman and a large busty arachnoid to warm his bed for the upcoming nights. Oh i was going to be sweet. The table gathering was already concluding the game as well.

Chi-Chi felt ill, she was going to be sold again to some lecherous saiyan? Looking to Viv who showed an irritated expression as well as she pulled her hand back to glare at the eldest of Bardock's sons.

"You had better hope your father can pay to get us back now, if he hurts this dear because of you-" She was cut off as Raditz just looked at the other saiyan and spoke.

"So you're staying?" Raditz asked his hand still on the cards.

"Yeah i'm staying fool, what you think i'll take a hit and bust myself for your sake? Hah just send the women over here now." He said waving his hand to which Raditz chuckled.

"I hit then," With a flip of his hand he dropped another two onto the pile, "Twenty four… that often beats twenty three." The other saiyan's jaw dropped, he slammed both hands on the table in disbelief as he looked at the cards and then to Raditz.

"YOU CHEATED!" He snarled shooting upwards the action knocking his chair backwards before it clattered all over the floor. He was seeing red, there was no way! No possible fucking way the boy had just flipped the exact two cards he needed!

Raditz stood up from his chair his tail snapping outwards like a whip. "Oh I cheated because you lost? Just a minute ago you-"

A fist came from nowhere and smacked Raditz square in the stomach knocking the air straight out of him. Raditz felt his breath leave him, the surprise attack was missed as he was held up by the strong fist that had hit him. In addition Raditz felt several of his ribs crack and a heavy dry wheeze escaped from his throat. The saiyan was just on his tiptoes, as he heard an angry snarl in his ear.

"You fucking boy. If we weren't at the palace I'd take you outside and beat you until the sun fucking set." And the sun only set once a year and even more terrifying, Bardock wasn't joking.

Looking at the saiyans who had just wagered no doubt the farm with his son, "Have it dropped off at my house tomorrow morning or i'll come to collect it myself." A bet was still a bet, if they believed they could back out now, they would be mistaken. Granted Bardock would've paid a hefty fee to have his caretakers returned the moment they were no longer his possessions. Debts were still owed to him and he did not forgive them because of his dumb boy, he was to honor them like any saiyan.

Bitterly both of the first class saiyans bowed their heads and backed out of the room with nothing but their pride left.

Chi-Chi didn't even see Bardock appear, but never had she been more thankful than to see him. Viv caught Raditz with her arm as the saiyan struggled to breathe, shaking her head at his little games as per usual. "Evening Master, how are you?" She said to which Bardock snarled and grabbed the locks on both of Chi-Chi and her own wrists and snapped them effortlessly. The small locks falling to the floor, the saiyan elite then turned on the crowd with a snarl. "Why didn't you tell me the fool was gambling?"

"He forbade me Master." Viv replied to which Bardock's vein appeared on his forehead. "I apologize Lord, but you know that I am stuck with what you both ask of me."

"We will discuss this later," He snapped before looking to Chi-Chi, she looked relieved at first but straightened up with the appearance of Bardock's angered glare. "You out of here now, find Gine before this mess becomes more of an-"

Of course the sound of slow hands clapping together turned heads. Nappa was sitting there his large palms striking together. "Fine example of a saiyan Bardock, I can see the pride in your eyes." His mocking tone fell into flat lips. "Is that really the best you can do?"

"Do not lecture me as to how to raise my sons Nappa as you would not appreciate the same." Bardock said coldly. Despite his reservations about beating his own sons in public, there was a line between anyone else daring to mock him. His son's were odd balls, screw ups, and lazy. But they were his blood and they were a reflection of him.

To insult one any part of his household was a personal insult upon him. Squaring up as Nappa's hands settled back down on his sides, "Mine died like a warrior, died defending his home, people, and future mate. I have nothing to be ashamed of," Strumming his fingers overtop the chair he was resting in.

"Master Nappa, we are in the royal palace." The blonde caretaker reminded her owner, that to possibly peck a fight with one another would probably not be the most acceptable thing with how the King and Queen might make an appearance and remind them of such foolhardy actions.

Bardock and Nappa were both aware that they despite their saiyan roots they were also expected to maintain a high standard. They were elite not trash, they were what all saiyans strived to be. Dropping down to men bickering over scraps would be what it appeared to anyone.

Chi-Chi decided to make her exit at this point, she had been told to find Gine. So she set out to find some sanity. But with saiyans who knew what to predict?

[***]

Broly had been following her, his fixation for this alien woman was slowly overriding the control that his father had placed upon him. That alone was surprising and that was all the more intriguing, after she had spent the time just talking to him. Smiling, teasing, and touching his arm as they spoke to one another. It was such a nice feeling.

But he couldn't outright approach her, chase after her like he wanted. There were too many eyes watching him and all it would take was one person mentioning his interest in Chi-Chi then any hope of him having a moment with her would be ruined.

He li...li liked her. But why? Why did he? There wasn't anything truly saiyan about her.

Or is that why? His hand moved to touch his right arm…

"You're not like all the other saiyans Broly," Watching as her hand came out and touched him. Soft, gentle, and without some type of berating comment or demeaning attitude.

All of his life since his mother passed- with the sole exception of his aunt- there was no one who treated him with anything but disdain. To feel a gentleness, not because of blood, position, or expectation. No it was just something that made his skin tingle and his heartbeat a little faster.

Then she didn't idly prattle on about herself, she actually talked! They spoke plainly about her little world and how it had some similarities to Vegeta-sei. Talking about the rolling green hills and valleys with vast blue oceans, how their were forests filled with all manner of animals. But then they talked about food and he so wanted to taste all of the unique dishes she had described to him.

But she had also said he was welcome to stop at Bardock's house to grab some food of hers if he ever wanted. Yet even though he would enjoy that, mostly Broly just wanted to see her. Speak with her more, see her smile, laugh, and tease him.

Broly continued to walk around the edges of the room staying far enough away from Chi-Chi as she made her way through the crowd towards Gine no doubt. He wanted to talk with her more, the notion bizzare to him. Another five minutes is all I want. Just give me a little more time.

Watching her walk away from him only to be greeted by Kakarot who touched her but she did not return the gesture. She is just your slave Kakarot. If she were mine she would not be something so lowly. Yet what else would another elite saiyan see an alien woman as? Just a beautiful face, that's all.

Letting his fists tighten together Broly was coming around as he watched Kakarot slide his hands all over her, squeezing her ass. Touching her like she wanted him to do just that.

Why didn't I touch her? Does she feel as good to touch like how she touched me? The saiyan began to argue and yell with himself for not taking that chance, to feel the way that soft light cream colored skin felt underneath his fingers, or maybe touch those midnight locks of hers that shimmered. Her hair was so full and it framed her face.

Broly's gaze hardened as he swiveled around one of the rooms edges, making a direct B-line for Chi-Chi and Gine. Watching the human woman talk with his aunt, watching the slight agitation in Chi-Chi's eyes as Gine sighed and shook her head.

Whatever they were speaking about was none to pleasing to either of the parties. Gine patted the other woman on the shoulder, her lips moving but Broly was unable to follow as she offered her a smile. Chi-Chi sighed but nodded her head, being appreciative but still uncomfortable.

Moving closer Broly was within twenty yards of the two and coming closer, there was no Kakarot, no Bardock or father to disrupt him this time.

As he neared though a low rumble sound and instantly Broly bared his fangs towards the offending noise. It was coming from the royal platform where it was just King Vegeta sitting "Fuck not now…" He spat angrily, he looked back towards Chi-Chi who was now looking at him.

Chi-Chi saw Broly looking at her but as a saiyan crossed her vision path walking through her line of sight she blinked and the son of Paragus vanished just before her eyes. "Huh?" She said aloud wondering if that had actually been Broly or maybe just another saiyan like him.

Some of them were quite similar maybe she had just imagined the entire thing. "Oh well," It wouldn't have bothered her to have seen Broly again. He at least had some level of acting like a gentleman. At least when she had worn him down a little bit with some honest conversation.

Of course this was a saiyan gathering, there were rarely a dull moment and the night's primary festivities were just about ready to begin.

King Vegeta snapped his ki to life, a white aura flickering outwards as he immediately drew attention to himself. His neutral stone faced mask perfected much like his only son, coal black eyes scoured over all of his subjects as he made sure that he had their absolute attention.

One people bowed to one King, "My people, as you have feasted, drank, and brought yourself to closer to your fellow saiyans there comes a time for what we as a race must do."

Eyes looked to one another, a buzz of excitement lighting up the air. "Gather to the arena for we shall have the houses of Bardock and Paragus demonstrate their prowess!" The cheers of the saiyans who were there burst into a greater level of excitement, "Then any saiyan who wishes to step forth and be recognized may do so after. Now All saiyans your King demands you join to watch warriors do battle, fight and become stronger, fight not for yourself and your pride but your people!" Throwing his arm forward dramatically King Vegeta then came back and hit his chest with the back of his palm. Every saiyan mirrored the action.

"All Hail King Vegeta, Long live the Queen, and Glory to the prince!" Dozens of saiyans cried out as one as the King swept himself up from his throne and moved himself.

The enthusiasm of the crowd was boiling over, watching a good fight - as wood be expected but there was going to be a slight deviation from the schedule.

"So i'm fighting?" Kakarot asked confused as he looked at his father who was busy removing his decorative armor for his more traditional one. Nevah was already packing away Bardock's polished and prestigious armor.

His father glared at him, "Did I stutter boy?" The tone was one Kakarot was all too familiar with.

Kakarot looked away and thought for a moment, there would be only a few reasons why he would be fighting. One of them was Raditz had gotten to drunk. But that wasn't likely it as Raditz hadn't partaken in too much of the hedonism of the evening's feast. Also if saiyans started getting really liquored up he would more than likely know about it.

So option two. "Gambling?"

His father snorted and put on his boots. The hanging silence answered Kakarot's questions quite easily, "Did he lose?" Kakarot's demeanor more serious in tone, if it was gambling then there would be a heavy cost associated with it to have his father's ire.

Knowing that his father often was in a bad mood only furthered that this one was more of seething anger gave him some concern. He'd seen it a few times and he was wondering if it had to do some of the houses caretakers.

"If he had I would only have one son right now." Bardock ground through his teeth, "That fuck bet Chi-Chi and Viv for two fucking Vineyard Villas. That little son of a bitch is lucky I held back, otherwise he'd be spending a week in the rejuvenation chamber." Running a frustrated hand through his hair as he spoke before turning to hand off another piece of his armor, "Thank you for telling me Nevah." To which the small pink female nodded.

"My pleasure Lord Bardock, I knew something was up when Viv and Raditz disappeared for so long." The Norelan poliety smiled to which Bardock's anger lessened as he softly patted her blonde hair. "I would hate to see Chi-Chi parted off and taken advantage of by some other saiyans, I'm sorry I didn't come and find it out sooner."

Kakarot was a little grateful too, I know what would happen if one of those ungrateful pricks got ahold of Chi-Chi. An untouched beauty… The idea that his brother would barter that was irritating to say the least.

"By the way Lord would what would you like me to do with these?" Nevah said holding up a deck of playing cards.

The house leader turned and looked back toward Nevah who was holding something interesting. Eyeing the deck with some measure of contempt he came over and pulled it up to examine the pieces of paper. Strange. Then he smelled them, He could smell a unique scent over all of the cards. It was Viv's, it took several moments longer then he tossed them back to Nevah shaking his head.

"What's up old man?" Kakarot asked putting on a pair of matching armor to his father."

Bardock didn't want to say it, but he also couldn't keep this from his youngest son. "You're brother may be stupid, ignorant, and able to piss me off like no other. But he is a cunning little snake."

Kakarot looked towards Nevah who packed away the cards then back to his father. "Huh?"

"The cards, they were marked, meaning your brother was cheating the entire game. There are pieces of Viv's scent on the cards," Bardock stated but Kakarot still looked at his father confused. Bardock sighed his head falling as his youngest failed to understand. "He knows the cards by their scent. It's faint but each one smells different, but no doubt with Viv all around the table the other saiyans wouldn't notice it. But without her here I can all but taste the unique scent."

"Uh huh, so basically he knew he was going to win then?" Kakarot said to which his father shook his head.

"No, your brother has spent many a wasted hour dealing cards. Meaning he was going to win regardless of the scent when he played that last hand. It's why your brother does so well in the backroom games but not with the masses." Putting a hand on his forehead Bardock just felt more ashamed.

"How do you know he does all this?" Kakarot asked.

His father didn't look at him as he tied a red bandanna around his forehead, tightly cinching it up. "Who do you think taught him?"

In the meantime Boly entered the arena with his father who had discarded his white cloak. "You'll be taking on Kakarot," His father said looking around the room. An odd colored alien with blue hair stood nearby the the royal family, Paragus wasn't sure of her purpose but if she was there and not having her head cleaved off there was obviously a reason for her being there. But his looking to King Vegeta and his family who had situated themselves on one the side with the rest of the other elite houses on either side of them. Save Kabba, Kale, and Caulifa who were on the edge. Stupid youths, so eager for battle with no understanding of loss. His eyes glaring at Kale who missed the look, he absolutely loathed that child. Were she still not an elite he'd have killed her himself and taken the punishment for it, but with that protection she was safe from his wrath and if anything was ever pointed back at Paragus. He'd lose everything, and that wasn't worth any risk, not with his fool of a son who was looking elsewhere in the crowd.

Broly was looking for her, he wanted to see Chi-Chi again, his heart was beating a little faster and his breathing a tad sharper. He was originally expecting to Fight Raditz as was protocol the father and eldest son would battle before the family in display of fighting prowess. This wasn't about beating one until they fell bloody and unconscious. That was another type of battle, in this setting they were fighting with their minds and experience.

His eyes still flicked around until they finally settled on her, standing a little out of frame partially obscured by the pink caretaker and the large woman with four tits. She looked at him, he looked back at her. A softness resonated inside of those brown eyes that belonged to the human caretaker.

Broly didn't show emotion but his expression was the same one he had shown to her. She was aware that he was looking at her and he watched her smile and waved her hand. That slight action was enough for the son of Paragus to curl the slightest amount of his lips, it was the closest he could come to a smile without actually doing such.

Paragus didn't notice Broly's attentions as the other side of the arena opened up revealing Bardock and Kakarot. The two were almost identical save Bardock's bandanna and battle scars physically, though one could look into the elder and see a man who had built his life around combat. The way he carried himself, and how quickly his eyes swept the entire room, his opponents, and those near him. Evaluating every single inch of his combat space.

By comparison Kakarot was lax, his hands were behind his head, his eyes not looking at them but at the saiyans around them.

It was a obvious to a seasoned fighter like Paragus, but he also knew that his son shared a similar defective demeanor like that of Kakarot.

But the time for idle thoughts was over as it was time for Prince Vegeta to speak. Though he was in a more than foul mood, with the absolutely wicked smirk the Queen was wearing wasn't helping.

Rising from his seat, arms crossed over his chest the saiyan prince walked forwards towards the edge, several feet from house Kabba who gave him their attention. Vegeta then began to speak, "House Bardock and House Paragus demonstrate your prowess in combat. Show us all that you are worthy of the title Elite." Wearing an fierce scowl on his face that made his own father proud, Vegeta then sucked in a breath. "Now let the battle begin!" His voice bellowed to the immediately howling and cheering of the masses in attendance.

Nothing quite riled up a saiyan crowd than a fight, the only thing better would be an all out brawl. But that wasn't happening at the royal palace.

"Now take it sl-" Paragus managed out before Broly fired himself forwards. "Damnit boy-!" He called at him, his ability to use the emotional regulator on his wrist gone as it would make his boy almost worthless in a fight. So he just followed after him, though his one good eye looked towards Bardock who cracked a pleased grin.

Broly slammed into Kakarot, his first massive blow slammed into both of his crossed forearms. "Got some spirit today?" Kakarot chuckled as his arms shook as Broly shoved his fist forwards. The son of Bardock's boots were pushed backwards in the arena dirt.

Broly just glared at him before whipping his other arm forwards the block shoving Kakarot back another couple of inches. The blow was surprising as Kakarot tossed his arms upwards shoving Broly off his forward momentum, the larger saiyan staggered and was met with a harsh knee into his stomach from his opponent. Broly's lips spat but only whirred about and caught Kakarot in the shoulder.

Kakarot's eyes narrowed on Broly who only continued his reckless assault. Rounding with a high kick he smacked Broly on the side of the neck. The blow knocking him sideways and sending him stumbling to a knee.

Throwing a fist forwards Kakarot hit Broly flush in the face sending him backwards and onto his back.

Paragus and Bardock in the meantime were not quite as quick to get blasting apart the other one with their fists. Slow and methodical was the game, Bardock would swing and Paragus would block and attempt to counter.

Yet Paragus was at an extreme disadvantage. He was missing his one eye giving him a glaring blind spot and Bardock was using it against him. Pushing from the same weak side, but Bardock excelled at fighting up close and personal where Paragus fought from a distance.

Damn Boy! We should be fighting together, now you've-! He was caught in the side his face wincing as Bardock sent him several feet away with a kick to the side.

If this wasn't a fucking sporting match I'd be able to fight properly now i'm stuck playing second fiddle to a worthless planet purger!

Bardock didn't relent either, hitting Paragus several more times sending him rolling onto his back. But as he kicked up the dirt and sand beneath his feet the saiyan having a moment grabbed a full handful and threw it towards his rushing opponent.

Hacking as he caught a full mouth of fine sand, allowed his opponent to catch him flush with a uppercut. Bardock was rocked, his vision going blank for a fraction of a second as his teeth rattled against each other.

"Fuck." Bardock cursed as he back peddled trying to get the dirt from his eyes. Yet he knew Paragus wouldn't give him that time so through squinted vision he clashed with the other saiyan. Their hands locking together.

From the side galley voices cheered the fight on. "Come on Bardock! Kick that old man's ass!" Caulifa hooted as Kabba just cheered and Kale just leant close to her sister.

"Yeah hit him! HIT HIM!" Caulifa shouted earning more laughter from those around them, but few saiyans would tell the enthusiastic teen to be quiet. The crowds were shouting and hooting with every blow.

Though Chi-Chi watched with Gine, the lady's tail flicking out in front of her as she sat down like an impatient cat. Watching her mate fight and sitting back was difficult for her, the two had spent many battles together and even though he would come out alright she had no desire to let another male beat on her Bardock.

A new face appeared though as Bulma came up from Chi-Chi's side who wasn't as interested in the fight as the saiyans were. "Hello Mrs. Briefs." she said with a smile.

Bulma waved that off, "Please Bulma Chi-Chi." The other human said, "Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Forgotten, i'm used to it." Chi-Chi stated truthfully. Of course their conversation gained Viv's attention the much larger woman eyeing Bulma like a treat.

"Who is your friend?" Viv asked turning towards the blue haired girl, "She's like you?" It was curious as Chi-Chi was quite unique on this world but clearly whatever made Earthlings believed in a variety of color.

"Excuse me, Bulma this is Viv. Another Caretaker of the House I work with. Viv this is Bulma Briefs, she's here doing business for the empire."

Viv smiled, "Ahh I see, your kind is so interesting. Come here dear." Viv said standing several feet taller than Bulma who felt a tad intimidated by the woman.

"No, No it's-" But found the large woman giving her a full hug, Bulma trapped between this amazon's breasts for several seconds.

"Sorry Viv only greets like that, no handshakes with her." Chi-Chi laughed slightly as Bulma was set back down clearly not used to the warm greeting.

"It's only proper to be kind for my people," Viv laughed as she released Bulma who felt her ears pop. "What kind of work do you do dear?"

Taking a moment to get the blood flowing back into her veins Bulma looked to Chi-Chi then to Viv, Sometimes I wonder if I should've come here. But no time for second thoughts as she fixed her hair. "Well it's not major at the moment, but speaking of work. Chi-Chi I have a proposition for you if you'd like to hear it?"

Broly slammed his forearm into Kakarot's neck taking him several feet backwards before slamming him into the wall. The stone arena wall shook as Broly glared at Kakarot. "I'm going to take her Kakarot." His voice rumbling in a deep low threat. Shoving his hand further at Kakarot's throat who shoved his hand against Broly's face trying to push him away.

"Who do you plan-! On taking!" He snarled digging his fingers into Broly's eyes and forcing him to pull away. The two immediately went back to slugging it out. No finesse or tactics like their fathers. Both were standing upright like proud saiyans and beating the hell out of each other.

"I will take her, I want Chi-Chi." Broly seethed as he punched his opponent in the side. But Kakarot caught him across the face with another cross. "You can't treat her like a slave. She's more than that, especially to a lazy bastard like you!" His eyes were burning red as he began to just start hammering down on Kakarot with an even greater frenzy.

Kakarot snorted taking the blows upon his guard for as long as he could before tucking and rolling out the way of the rampaging saiyan. "Chi-Chi's our houses caretaker you lame saiyan." Kakarot countered as watched the saiyan stalk towards him. "What is all of your obsession with Chi-Chi? She's attractive and a damn fine cook. But you didn't know anything about her before today-!" Both swung at each other nailing their faces simultaneously.

"I know what I want, and I want her. She's too good for trash like you." grappling with Kakarot's hands both locked into a standstill as they were unable to push the other one off. Seeing how he just touched her, acted as if something so unique was treated with such disdain.

It was always saiyan this, or saiyans have that. But Broly didn't see it that way, saiyans were simply what they were and he was more than just an elite saiyan. That was not what defined him, it was not all that he was.

His planet believed in rank and power. Both were a complement of each other but then there was nothing else beyond it. No saiyans enjoyed beyond eating, fighting, and fucking. That couldn't be everything there was to his whole damn life! It wasn't the reason his mother had to die! This whole goddamn planet was not going to decide his fate for him!

The son of Bardock didn't understand Broly's obsession with Chi-Chi but then again, Broly had been addled as a young saiyan so why shouldn't he expect him to have some stupid obsession. But why did everyone want Chi-Chi? Raditz tried to exploit her and now Broly wanted her tonight? Just what the hell was going on?

Drawing back both of their heads both of the saiyans began to slam the their foreheads into one another as neither made any headway.

Chi-Chi belonged at his house and there would be no way he'd let her go to House Paragus, to have Chi-Chi be treated like a low born slave by that old one eyed bastard? Not a chance. "You can take whatever thoughts you have about having her and shove them Broly, because Chi-Chi is mine." The warning sound of a male claiming what was his slipped through his voice.

"You don't even want her, i'll pay your money your father gave to have her debase herself for your amusement. Give her to me Kakarot or else this will not end well for you." Broly threatened, both slammed their foreheads back into one another, their words unable to be heard as the sounds of their father's battled all around them leaving the two young saiyans stuck in a battle of wills.

"A weak impotent saiyan like you makes threats?" Kakarot mocked earning a snarl from Broly, the action amusing Kakarot. "I'll do you one better. I'll make Chi-Chi mine, i'll take her to my bed every single night and then i'll send you a scouter recording. How does that sound?"

Broly went red his voice erupting into a howl as he broke his one arm free and charged his hand with ki, a clear violation of the rules but Kakarot reacted in kind. Broly's green glowing ki ball with Kakarot's light blue. Both didn't didn't attempt to blow only focused on ending this feud right here and now!

The entire crowd watched as both Kakarot and Broly slammed an entire handful of energy into the other. An explosion was met with several seconds of complete silence. Paragus and Bardock stopping their one on one duel to watch as Broly and Kakarot slumped to the ground blood rushing from their split heads. The crowd remained quiet before an entire burst of cheers and cries of approval as Kakarot and Broly succumb to darkness.

R&R

Kerghan