Chapter 19: Talk

A/N: Sorry about the slight delay, here's another update and boy i'm ready to hit you guys with a doozy. Please enjoy.

"Training… since when do you train… boy." The snark condescending tone of a agitated male saiyan spoke in a low growl. The quiet sound of fists moving, the heavy impact of training steel and weighted chains were moving with such fervor that it surprised the owner of them.

Broly was upright, his arms locked down with retracting chains designed to pull and provide resistance to his body with each movement, draining him of energy and increasing the strain of actions more and more. Like dragging a heavy weight attached to your arms and tossing it forwards only to have it recoil like a fishing line and begin to drag him back to a stationary position.

The heavy grinding of an engine that supplied the necessary power and torque to hold back the saiyans arms and legs was grating to any being's ears let alone the hyper sensitive ones who inhabited this world. He was already drenched in sweat, the heavy beaten brow and light rings of blood that began to drip from his arms were already testament to how hard he was pushing himself.

But his son ignored his father and continued, each action dragging the massive pulley forwards as as then felt it wanting to be snapped backwards by the massive tons of force of hydraulics.

Snorting, Paragus gestured with his hand to another presence, a large white voice projector had been affixed to the neck of a weak human. But one that had a measurable level of potential, ego, and brawn. It had taking some pleading, desperate and pathetic begging and for it. He had a chance, one final grandiose attempt to humiliate his most bitter rival. The one who had cast aside his genius and designs for the LAST time!

After the near crushed windpipe at the hands of the saiyan prince, Gero had so graciously created a prototype voice projector that mimicked human speech patterns in one's throat to create a voice. Though cyberized and grainy. It required no use of his throat until he began his work on creating a temporary android body for himself and his glorious intellect to inhabit. The prototype would be basic, he had several low level androids working in his labs, the creation of one through seven resulted in bulky machines with imposing human features that could break through steel but were no match against even the weakest of saiyans.

Eighter… was a failure of combining humanity with one of those bodies, it possessed none of the intelligence or loyalty that the unflinching designs had achieved. But it's passive and gentleness appeased those who saw the lumbering frankenstein style creation he had attempted. So this left him to his agreement with Paragus, in exchange for his work he would be aided by a noble house much like the fucking fool Dr. Briefs was. The idea was to design and create synthetic humans and eventually saiyans. The idea was to recreate an enhanced version of both through trial and error. His past failures and designs could be tested against the massive saiyan now training using by Gero's own estimation of three to five tons of hydraulic pressure to train with.

"I believe, there is some definite potential. I can establish a lab in one of the underground facilities and begin researching effective models to challenge your son's base potential." Gero would try and gain some leverage with scale, power levels, and over all physicality by simple trial and error. Knowing that most of his pet creations would be outright destroyed in seconds or minutes if he was lucky by the saiyan in front of him. "If access can be gained to the-"

Paragus gave him a cold glare through his one eye. "The mechanical Tuffle tomb is bar impenetrable. And destroying it could reactivate hundreds of those damn soulless monstrosities that killed my mate." The bitter and pain in his voice could be felt as he pointed a single finger at the human. "They shall never be reactivated. You will make do with what you have, I will attempt to acquire some pieces of their technology but there will be zero touching of that tomb. Do you understand?" It was a hard bargain and Paragus was taking a bit of a gamble with weakling. But weaklings could be controlled, manipulated for the greater good.

But they often made excellent scapegoats.

"Very well, but access to such technology will grant me incredible knowledge. The idea of mere machines being so powerful could be incredibly beneficial if I implanted a proper brain and consciousness inside of one."

A small compact body resilient to most aspects of all attacks, that was entirely self sufficient was a dream of his. It was perfection, a perfect being that needed not flesh and bone. The intricacy of a machine, the flawless perfection that was metal. Unlike the corruption of weak and frail beings that lived out pointless lives, slaves to their own evolution and nature itself! No, he saw the truth, the undeniable future that existed beyond what corporeal mass of blood, bone, and sinew.

The future was in smooth flawless artificial muscles, computer interface, and rigid hyper dense alloys for bones that were fueled by white blood. And the images of the Tuffle war machines had only inflamed his passion to build a super being from their designs. With the aid of Tuffle tech, and saiyan physiology there was a true chance at perfection.

The beauty in the tuffle design was also one of its greatest flaws. Building sleek metallic bodies that nearly doubled their original height and weight were a solid foundation. The green and yellow erie glow of their eyes and features covered in layers of polymers that could deflect energy attacks and heavy blows of saiyan warriors. However, they were far too… flamboyant. They lacked subtlety, the ability to just slip back amongst the populace. Their erie green skull like faces etched in metal did not translate to peace. That and their massive heavy blasters that could melt through concrete without so much as trying.

It was a weapon of brute force and not cunning. Had they adapted both they could've saw their revenge against the saiyans. But the massive tombs that had buried themselves for nearly two millennia were met with expected problems of being on the saiyan homeworld. Those that were found were cracked open, the majority of those inside were just empty husks.

The few commanders who retained some level of free thought were short sighted but lacked planning, merely to reawaken from their hidden prisons and explode out and meet glorious revenge against their most hated of foes.

"Whatever toys you plan on building you may build, but you are here to improve the quality of my house. I want you to begin by creating worthwhile training machines for apparently my son… who is down here willingly." Paragus added with a hint of suspicions but Broly continued with his activities not ceasing.

"Of course, I will use my early models to develop suitable testing bodies for your son. I will be able to then create proper designs that might be able to match a saiyans base power and speed." Though he primarily wanted to get his hands on that Tuffle technology, if appeasing one saiyan was the price. Then it was a price worthy to be paid.

Though the one eyed saiyan lord was seen as non observant he could tell that this human had an ulterior motive. Seeing the way he bickered and fought with another human in the Capsule Corporation building. The way the prince nearly killed him and how he would have gained access…

Well he could tell that this Gero had significance and already an obvious grudge against those higher up. Utilizing weak emotions such as petty revenge would be no problem for him.

"I expect results, if you do not provide me a suitable creation in six months… then whatever leneancy I have extended to you will be met with harsh debts." The debts would likely mean the good doctor's untimely end. "Do not disappoint me."

"I am the great Dr. Gero, I do not fail… but I have a slight request. There is a radical device inside of the Capsule compound it has a unique ability that I would like to acquire…"

The voices trailed off inside the mind of Broly, he had his reasons for being down here. There was now a purpose.

Much like the sons of Bardock, who were seeking to gain control over their house and become the next proper heir. It left Broly who was fated to go up against one of them in the coming months for the games between houses a real possibility.

He could fight and with his current abilities and strength he would lose. No matter how much of the beatings he took from his father that would never be enough to hold out against the slow grind of the other saiyans.

So he made the choice, he would begin training, sacrificing his opporunity to see Chi-Chi these coming months and possibly enjoy her company. He would give up months, to have the chance to have her…

Forever.

All he needed to do was train, to beat himself into oblivion and defeat one of the other elite houses in single combat. Then, he could make his request, it would be there upon that grand stage he would win her.

That's all that he wanted, that's all he needed.

…

This was not what she expected, perhaps it was some type of twisted joke? Or maybe some hazing process or initiation for her. But that couldn't be it, this would be too cruel for it to be this way.

But how… How could she have known? She had only been here for about thirty minutes… When did she sneak off and drop this.

It just couldn't be true. Her eyes skimming over the words again as she felt a weakness striking her that she had not experienced in years. The feeling where her legs wanted to just give out, her eyes were ready to start burning with tears and the hammering in her chest began to be the only thing that filled her ears. It was just too much.

The small little note had been hand written quickly but, it's effect was still profound and she didn't know what to do.

Come to the Master's house tomorrow, I shall not tell anyone aside from the young Lord. This must be addressed at once, I did not know that your race was compatible with saiyans. I would've advised you to take protective measures, but we did not know.

Do NOT speak to anyone except myself about this issue. It is why I requested Kakarot to take me home so that I might be able to speak with him privately and without the need for any scene. You are in a dangerous situation, should it become known that Kakarot sired a hybrid it will disinherit him and could threaten your life.

You must trust me on this. I do not jest and I wish for you and the young Lord to be spared anything further. The two of you can discuss the future of what will come.

I felt that lifespark inside of you, it is very faint but I felt it. A child, one of you and Kakarot now grows inside of you and it must be handled cautiously.

Know that should you bare this child openly it will be assumed to belong to any saiyan elite and will dishonor the household. You could lose your life over this, but worse if the royal family deems this issue a risk it could cause complications for your people on this planet.

This must remain quiet.

Please find me tomorrow, we shall discuss it at length.

Nevah

Chi-Chi was floored. Her fingers holding onto the note in her hand becoming numb to the touch as it fell to the ground, the huge implications coming as she almost fell down, grasping at the guard rail tightly. By all that is sacred. I'm pregnant!?

There wasn't any warm feelings bubbling up at the notion of being pregnant. The sombering idea that she had so nonchalantly gotten herself knocked up. The universe itself seemed to be laughing at her infinite expense it seemed.

How could I get pregnant we're not even the same race! Though the idea of a hybrid was in her mind, the other notion that she could possibly share the same compatibility to have children together.

Was there an easy way out of this? Nevah seemed to be ready. A plan possibly already in motion, but what could they do… Perhaps an abortion? Or maybe a procedure to remove it from her womb like the other saiyans did? But then… what did that leave her child?

"Am I so cruel as to kill my own child?" She asked aloud as she sunk down to the floor. The emotions that began to billow their way from the lost fragments of her human soul that had once existed back on Earth. The proud visage she put on here at her job was an easy way to conceal those emotions and having so recently revealed the deep gouges that had been cut across her spirit were refusing to let go of her.

If she had a baby, would it be the worst thing? Aside from the reaction of Bardock and Gine, forgetting about Kakarot because even if he was indifferent that did not matter as the House elites were the ones who decided such things. They might not care… but she highly doubted that. The man that Bardock was, she very much doubted that he might be so. so.

Understanding.

Gine may not care with her now having her own child, though a distraction might cause problems for her as it might seem as Chi-Chi would be competing with her in some type of ridiculous fashion. Though that was impossible.

Yet as the gears spun in her mind several dark claws began to work their way into her private thoughts. If anyone found out would Bardock actually have her killed?

No. No, he wouldn't I might not be his favorite but he wouldn't just… The image of the stalwart saiyan and his cold glare looking down at her with a judgemental and focused glare filled her mind. It wouldn't even cross his mind for more than few moments as he would blast her to remove a stain of dishonor from his family and reputation before anyone found out.

The sin's of her past thought reached out and grasped at the edges of beating heart inside of her. Could she be so cruel once again, would she destroy something innocent once again and do the unimaginable from what she had been raised in the hands of her tender parents and surrogate grandfather?

Become the monster she once was and end this life inside of her.

No. I refuse.

She grit her teeth and forced herself to stand rigidly and proudly. She would not succumb to the temptations of her past. There was no easy way out! She would take this with pride, there would be no sea of doubt that would consume her here.

Chi-Chi was the daughter of the Ox-King and granddaughter to Gohan. She could do this, she had survived on Vegeta-sei thus far, she had saved millions of lives and fought against hordes of men bent on death and destruction.

What made her what she was now because she chose to sacrifice, her needs were secondary for the next ten years. This would not pin her down, it would not define her. Even if her child might not ever have the father she imagined or even if she might be involved. It would still be her baby, her mother had told her she was the greatest gift she had ever received.

To ruin one of her most treasured memories of her mother by disgracing it. That was unforgivable, this Chi-Chi was above that.

If this was to be her fate then she would accept it. She wouldn't wait for tomorrow, she would speak with Nevah and Kakarot Today.

Taking off from the Villa she set off for the main house of Bardock, her eyes missing a figure standing a mile away hidden by the partial shade of the planet. A long billowing white cape that wrapped upwards and around a pair of shoulders, molded by a thin white turban, the purple accented outerwear and orange shoes that were a close match the soil of Vegeta-sei slowly rotated as the being took off from the Villa.

Dark green skin that shaped into pointed ears, a face of bored melancholy with arms crossed remained fixed in place. She did not see him or notice him, but of course how could she? He looked nothing like Kami after all.

Normalcy in Capsule Corp had never been something that had ever truly existed. Ever since the arrival of the Brief family to their new alien homeworld things had only escalated from the unusual to the downright crazy. Though the one mostly unaffected by this change was one Panchy Briefs who smiled and carried on with her smile though the underlying woman who seemed planted in blissful ignorance was not always true as with her family she still needed to get her way.

"Oh come on now dear, you must come over. For all that you did for my little hubby I need to properly thank you for all that you've done." The blonde was currently irritating to hell and back the only person on the planet who would normally kill someone without even a thought. Missing the snarls, growl's and threatening crackle of ki as she pushed her agenda.

To look past what the prince had done for her, Bulma, and her loving husband she owed him something. The added benefit of being a downright handsome young man who trained himself constantly with a dogged determination she wished to give him a proper thank you.

Also the idea of her daughter hooking up with him also wouldn't be too bad either. Sure Yamcha was nice young man, but nothing could take the wind from her lungs quite like a sweating Vegeta strolling through her home. The aroma of pure testosterone made her seek out her husband several times a week just to alleviate that bursting need inside of her whenever he seemed to pass by.

Vegeta did his best to refrain from severing the head of this infernal wretch who pestered him constantly. The handicap of killing the apparent Matriarch of his household would cause him a great deal more headaches as now doubt that would infuriate the doctor and the blue headed banshee.

"For. The. Last. Time!" Vegeta growled through his clenched teeth, enunciating every single word with as much anger as he could in an attempt to scare her off. "I do not care!" How could the woman who had at least some measure of intelligence come from such a dimwitted wench?

Yet Panchy wasn't disturbed, "Oh come now, I managed to talk with your dear mother Queen Vegeta." She smiled, as ever the mover and shaker back on Earth she could certainly work her magic here on Vegeta-sei. A Brief was denied nothing and with the growing influence her daughter and husband had on this planet of alien warriors.

So did she.

It had taken some finagaling but the ever impressive hostess managed to get the ear of the Queen. The royal matriarch having heard the tales of the blonde woman who lived at capsule corp just couldn't resist the temptation of meeting this woman. The way her son had come angry and berating at nothing because of what transpired at Capsule Corp was just too amusing.

What harm would befall the empire if for one night the royal family visited the Earthling's. Afterall there had been so many delicious rumors circulating she just had to taste them… no no see them for herself.

"You did what!?"

"Oh of course dear I invited your mother and father over for dinner. In fact hey should be arriving within the hour! I'd just love for you to join us!"

Evil… this woman was pure unadulterated evil. He was already cautious around these humans, tending to see those without power to be the first ready to strike at their obvious betters. But everything that this woman did confused him and made no sense and how the hell had she managed such a thing in the first place was beyond the prince.

"So would you join us, it would be so nice to have our families finally meet!"

While refusal was biting at the edge of his tongue there was another part of his mind that told him that he was more aware of this group of humans than his father and mother. He had to be there to keep an eye on them to make sure they didn't do anything that he himself would not easily notice. He had but one choice.

"Very well… if the King and Queen are coming then I shall attend as well."

Mrs. Brief's eyes flashed those brilliant blue that her daughter inherited as she revealed a little bit of her joy, and surprise. "Oh joy and don't you worry bout a thing-!" Singing her praises as she touched his back missing the shiver of revulsion the prince gave off before pulling away. "I'll have Bulma looking absolutely perfect as well. She hasn't worn a dress that fits her like a glove in so long!"

Vegeta snorted, like he gave a damn what the blue haired wench did. This was only because he didn't trust anyone save himself near his parents.

Though as the prince stormed away knowing he'd have to rush to prepare for this hell that he'd have to no doubt endure. Bulma caught sight of the angry prince-though that was his normal face most times she saw him- she saw her mother next absolutely giddy because of something. Fixing the mess of her hair as she departed the labs after running her logs.

"What's going on mom?" Bulma asked as she bit down on one of her memory chips between her teeth.

"Oh it's going wonderful honey! I have the King, the Queen, and now the prince joining us for dinner!" She exclaimed happily clapping her hands.

Several seconds passed as Bulma processed the words she had just heard. She doesn't mean… oh no…

"WHAT!?" The chip clattered onto the floor as Bulma came forwards and grabbed her mother's shoulders. "Mom you seriously did not invite the royal family here!?"

Ignoring her daughter's outburst she just smiled. "Well of course I did honey," patting her daughter on the cheek. "It'll be perfect for you. You can show off that new dress and really impress them," Her voice dropped as she winked at her daughter. "Especially that prince."

The face of the heiress fell, "By Kami's sake you did not do that! You seriously did not set up a dinner date for all of this. Mom that is the royal family of this entire race, they are the reason we're here!" This had to be some type of bad dream for her, her mother could not have actually tried to push this idea forward.

She just couldn't do this!

"Oh it will be fine Bulma dear, it's just like back on Earth and this won't be the first royal family i've had come to our home before." Her reassurance and self confidence was well founded. She'd always had plenty of people come to her home and leave satisfied but of course-

"Mom those were normal human people, you're talking about the saiyans, you've never even met the King or the Queen!"

"Oh hush dear, everything will be just right, now go make yourself more beautiful." She pinched her daughter's cheek lightly before going to inform her husband of the major plans she had brought to fruition. Tonight was going to be so much fun for Capsule Corp.

The small Norlean was outside, her small frame while obscured by the large garden that was currently growing outside. Having come to find a peace that her younger caretaker had tried to tell them of. Her small hands tending to the small flowers and vines that wrapped around the poles that crawled up from the ground.

The ripe smell of fresh vegetables, fresh fragrances filling the air and teasing her nose. It was truly a peaceful and blessed feeling. A gentle snip here and there to trim the green plants in order to keep them not only beautiful, but healthy.

Her hands covered in white gloves as she trimmed the plants, pocketing the scraps in her front pouch of her clothes.

Smiling as she worked, having the house to herself as Kakarot had departed with Gine after she had spoken with him regarding a certain issue. The pair going to meet Bardock who was already enroute back to their world.

No doubt the family would take to celebrating their newest addition with eagerness.

Slicing off another set of ugly curled leafs Nevah felt the approaching presence of Chi-Chi. Unlike most other races her people had developed a special ability to intune with life in all of its forms. Just as she preached the universe was interconnected and woven together like thread creating patterns and designs because of its creation.

Understand life and being one with the world around you was her people's beliefs. Although she had to give up some of her principles, the reason why she was here was for her to be a part of the bigger picture. To interweave the fibers of her existence into something greater and to have an impact where someone else, like her might not.

But she set aside the shears, removing her gloves, as she waited for Chi-Chi to arrive, no doubt her letter had been received but also partially ignored. The situation was delicate, but she hoped that Chi-Chi would be open to reason. Approaching the idea to Kakarot had been less than optimal…

Chi-Chi landed down on the ground, her face partially shining with fresh sweat as she hadn't taken it easy flying over here. Taking some heavy breaths though not appearing overly strained. She locked eyes with Nevah who bowed her head. Ever the respectful caretaker.

"Welcome back Chi-Chi, I presume you managed to find my little letter?" She didn't try and beat around the bush. There wasn't any point to it, best to just get it out into the open air as they would be alone and free to talk about these things.

She nodded, "I did."

Smiling, "Excellent," she gestured for Chi-Chi to follow her. "I have a temporary solution for the moment so if you-" But a voice stopped her.

"How do you know? I have faith that you wouldn't lie to me like this, but I need you to just tell me yourself that you are serious." Chi-Chi asked wanting to hear the truth from Nevah. Her mind told her that this wasn't a lie, but she needed that assurance for herself. Those 'What ifs?' had been creeping into her mind on her way over here.

Nevah could all but feel the uncertainty the confusion and anxiousness rolling through her body. Chi-Chi was still young, she probably wasn't comfortable even around even her when discussing such personal things. But the small caretaker knew that her small size, gentle demeanor, and calm presence could help assure her that this wasn't some type of game.

"I would not do that to you, nor would I ever expect you to do something like that to me." Nevah approached her, her head barely half way up her chest she tilted her head upwards matching Chi-Chi's gaze with her yellow eyes.

Her hand grasped the one that rested next to Chi-Chi's side and brought it between them, her small fingers holding the larger woman's hand securely.

A short silent message that transmitted volumes between both of the women. Melting away those doubts, concerns, and feelings of doubt. "I am here to help not just Lord Bardock but you as well Chi-Chi. But you probably want to know how I know that you are indeed carrying a life inside of you."

She didn't need to be psychic or a mind reader to understand that what she was presenting was insane to someone on the outside of saiyan life, especially that of an elite. There were all sorts of things that those without influence or a proper rationale would be able to grasp. Nevah was a guide her being and purpose there to help others, it was how she saw her threads woven through the blanket of the universe. It was her purpose and she would be there for someone she cared about like family.

"Trust me," The smaller woman asked softly, her features displaying only genuine trust and Chi-Chi would be hard pressed to ignore it.

It took almost a minute for Chi-Chi to relent, a sigh escaped her lips. Trust was there, in her friend and fellow caretaker. "Alright…"

Nevah patted her hand, "Don't worry this will be alright. Nothing serious I did the same thing with Gine earlier. Please follow me back to our room. The procedure is simple and there is minimal risk."

Removing the same young embryo from Gine hadn't taken more than a few minutes. She didn't anticipate any issues with the mother being human.

Following her back towards their room Nevah had already set up the device, a long unassuming silver chair that had a large free floating arm off to the side. The independent device was guided by a powerful computer but had to be manually enabled by another party to ensure that no complications were encountered.

"Sit back and everything will proceed. Though it might sting a little you should be just in fine in a little bit after the device completes."

Chi-Chi did as she was instructed sitting back as Nevah moved to small panel attached to the arm. Firing up the device, was simple enough as she had moved it without trouble thanks to the little capsule devices, they were truly incredible. Hitting several buttons The arm moved and angled itself over Chi-Chi's stomach a slightly larger than normal needle exposed from the edge but nothing seemed to sinister as Chi-Chi looked upwards.

The device rotated and released a red glow over the area of the chairs occupant's stomach. Like a bar scan reader it flashed several times up and down before settling on a small section. Curling itself back towards a small location.

Nevah held her finger over a green button from the flat panel. "This will be uncomfortable, please take a deep breath. It'll only last for a few moments."

Chi-Chi nodded and did just that, her eyes focused on the ceiling counting the wood lines as the needle head pushed down and she felt the mild sting as it pushed inside of her. Ignoring her own pain for a moment the human woman just grit her teeth as she felt a pull from inside of her body then…

"All done." The needle retracted from her body, Nevah reached over and offered her a small packet to clean herself as the small hole didn't look to be bleeding that much.

"That's it?"

Smiling, "Yes that is all, your physiology to saiyans really helped the machine, now give me just a moment." Grabbing the side of the needle she removed a single green vial from the needle and walked towards the wall. Pushing aside a large shelf with a flick of a switch hidden on the side, she opened up and revealed a hidden compartment. A large transparent tube hooked up to a machine base. It looked archaic by comparison to other things on the planet but Nevah pushed open the lid of the chamber and then clicked the green vial into a secure base inside. Sealing the lid shut, Nevah then hit the commands to start up the incubation pod. The chamber quickly filling with a familiar liquid to that of the one inside a regeneration tank.

"Now this will take awhile as the child grows in an artificial womb. We will have a few months on deciding what you would like to do." Nevah said hiding the chamber behind a bookshelf.

"What did Kakarot even say about all of this?" Chi-Chi asked to Nevah who sighed.

"I'm sorry Chi-Chi but I didn't not get to talk to him about it." It wasn't an unwelcome surprise to Chi-Chi who probably had expected some type of response, but what type of reaction was there supposed for the: 'Your caretaker is pregnant, and you're the father surprise!'

It probably would take her some time to get the right answer. Nevah encapsulated the embryo extractor and pocketed in her uniform while the other woman gathered her thoughts.

"So what now?" Diverting the topic for a moment.

"For now we go back to normal, your child will go hidden in our room. Lord Bardock knows of this location but he doesn't care if we use it. I also doubt that he'll come looking for an artificial womb anytime soon so long as he trusts us all as he currently does. But I feel you should talk with Kakarot and-"

"Talk to me about what?" The voice of a saiyan who appeared in the doorway. His presence surprising both women. "What are you doing back home Chi-Chi? I thought you were to remain at the Villa?"

Nevah looked to kakarot then to Chi-Chi who swallowed slightly… "Kakarot… we need to talk."

R&R

Kerghan