It's been so long! Like...4 or 5 months? XD Sorry.

Note: This is on Planet Vegeta. With Saiyans. Teenage Saiyans. With raging hormones. So basically, they're like 16 having sex with other Saiyans and species either younger or older than them. Does it really matter though? XD Oh, and a little TFS humor for you...eh, I'm not funny though. ENJOY.

He hissed in pain as he flew home, spotting the same morons who made him fly away in anger in the first place. He growled when he landed, but there wasn't really any bitterness in it. Crossing his arms, he winced noticeably when his wrist brushed by a tender spot on his torso. His friends each rose a curious eyebrow.

"What is wrong with you?" Cursing himself inwardly for letting his pain show through, Bardock shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing. Why are you here?" He didn't miss the looks on their faces that showed their mischievousness. In fact, he could see right through those smiles and smirks.

"Well, we were waiting for you... but then we realized that you didn't even fly in the direction of your home! So Bar', where'd you go?" Tora questioned. Bardock sighed in defeat. "I went to the field in the east, where I always go to relax after a match. Why are you all so worried about my personal life? It's not like I'm going to die anytime soon." he mumbled, briskly walking into his home. His friends glanced at each other before following him inside.

Fasha plopped on the couch unceremoniously while the other guys went to go raid Bardock's pantry. The owner of the home was no where to be found. Shugesh and Tora sat on the floor with plates of uncooked food, blasting the plates to cook it. Fasha gagged in disgust as food particles flew all around the room. At least Borgos had the decency to stay in the kitchen and eat. With a spoonful of Tsukemen in his mouth, Tora sighed in something akin to delight. "Tonight, I'll be at the bar so I can get a few last fucks before our first mission tomorrow."

"Make sure you bathe before you come near me; I don't need to smell the disgusting odor of those whores all on you." Fasha growled, getting up to make her way to the pantry. Tora swallowed and smirked. "Why? Are you jealous or something?" By now, the female was eating her own food with a fierceness. Huh. It seemed like she was really hungry. A meat bone flew out the door and hit Tora straight on the head.

"I don't have anything to be jealous of! No sane woman would want you!" she screamed.

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Bardock ignored the ruckus going on in the bottom floor of his home as he bathed himself to relax his sore muscles. He leaned against the tub, thinking of what would happen tomorrow. Would they get a mission? Would they have to wait longer? He was itching to get into a fight. It's been so long since he has battled unknown people. The last person he sparred with, that wasn't his mentor, was Prince Vegeta. Unlike the King, the Prince was actually humble. He was strong, stronger than Bardock. It was a fierce spar. Long story short, after it, Bardock had to be placed in a regeneration tank for three full days.

Another question appeared in his mind. Would Gine get a mission before him? He shook his head. He didn't even know the girl! Plus, she hit him. Why was he so...worried about her? It's no secret that she's beautiful. But she's fragile. A worry-wort. She's too lighthearted to be a warrior. She's someone who would need to saved a lot. She can't kill.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he pondered. If she can't kill, how can she stay alive? So many questions. So little time to find answers.

Not that he cared in the first place.

Clearing his mind, Bardock dried himself off and put on some spandex for the night. Perhaps he could join Tora at a bar tonight to get his mind off of Gine...

Gine rubbed her eyes and yawned as she walked in her home. Her father had on armor looking like he was getting ready to go out for the night. His eyes widened as a hint of joy shined in them.

"I was worried about you." he greeted. Gine nodded and smiled shyly at him. He was huge and intimidating, but still her father. "Gine..." he began.

Said girl lifted her head to make her eyes reach his. He wanted to say so many things, yet his pride stood in the way. But it was okay. He never said what he was feeling like aloud. His eyes said it all. "I understand, dad. I love you too. I promise to be safe and do my best out there. Have fun tonight. I don't know if they'll call for my squad tomorrow or not, so I'll go eat and sleep until then." Her father sighed in relief and smiled a bit at her. He ruffled his daughter's hair a little, placing a quick peck on her forehead. "Be safe, tyke." And with that he was out, leaving Gine alone.

Gine glanced around, her eyes landing on a picture of her mother.

"Mom...always be with me. Please be here with me. Please keep me safe."

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"Attention, Saiyans! Those in squadrons 487 through 512, please report to the courtyard on the outskirts of Ker-han village within the hour." A booming voice startled a resting Gine out of her sleep. She laid quietly on her futon, waiting to see if there was any additional information to be added. "If you are late, you will be tracked down and executed. Lord Frieza does not accept cowards into his army."

The girl groaned, defeated. That was her plan.

Sighing, she rolled off of her makeshift bed and stretched before actually standing up. As she dragged herself sleepily throughout the hut, she glanced at her father who was snoring on the couch. He reeked of alcohol and dirty women and blood. Gine gagged quietly in disgust. A few pots and buckets in hand, she went outside of the small home and flew a few miles south towards a well. It was her villages main source of water. As it was still early in the morning, only a minimum amount of people were there, each with their own set of supplies.

"Good-morning, Gine." A few people said to her. She responded the same, grinning at them.

"Congratulations on being admitted into Lord Frieza's army." A elderly man, perhaps in his hundreds, said. Although, there was a sarcastic tone in his voice that let the girl know that he only added the title to the overlord's name in case of spies. Nonetheless, Gine smiled, "Thank you, Mister Hijomatsu." He nodded at her, patting her shoulder, whispering words of comfort to her. "Be safe." he finished, walking away slowly.

When Gine finished filling up her items with enough water for her and her father to bathe, use for food, and probably enough to last her father a few days, she looked in the direction Mister Hijomatsu walked.

'I'll do my best.'

During her moment, her red scouter buzzed before an announcement came on. "Attention, young soldiers! You have half an hour left to arrive at the courtyard on the outskirts of Ker-han village!" A stern, yet somehow genuine, voice said. Gine gasped, carefully lifting all her buckets and flying home with vigor.

"Crapbaskets!"