Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball (Z/Super/GT) or its characters.
Author Notes: This one is a short chapter, I wanted to put this stuff on the last one, but it would be too big, so I just divide it in a smaller chapter. Still I had fun writing this one, I hope you guys like it. I hope it is up to the normal standard.
"Impressive." Ghill said in an amused tone; He stood in place staring at nothing as Hit's attack managed to strike him from behind.
The assassin pulled back from his opponent, he gave a long and attentive look to his fist, disturbed by the lack of response or impact of his strike. "How did you evade my attack?" Hit asked without detours.
"What is the matter assassin?" Ghill turned to look at Hit. "You saw with your own eyes your attack reach me, didn't you?" The warrior tightened his hold on the sword, his expression impassive as ever.
Hit regained his posture and quickly prepared himself for another attack, his red eyes locked fiercely on his target and before he could blink, the silent assassin activated his Time-Skip ability. A flare of purple Ki followed an impossible jump in space as Hit immediately appeared in front of Ghill, his right fist halfway inside the white-haired warrior's chest.
Much for Hit's surprise and somewhat expectation, there was no reaction from his mighty strike; No blood poured out of the wound, his opponent didn't even grunt in pain, to make even worse, Ghill only stood in place staring at him like nothing has happened.
"So time control, that's it?" Ghill said, showing a lot of interest on his words. "Not even amongst the gods, I had found someone with such ability, however you have found someone equal to you." He pulled the assassin's hand out of his chest and pushed him away. "You're a worthy opponent, I can finally let loose after so long." In a slow and methodic movement, Ghill pulled his weapon out of its sheath, revealing again the pale silver gleam of the blade.
With a twisted and chirpy smile, Ghill dashed forward holding his weapon with his right hand, keeping it behind his body. After getting close enough to his enemy, the warrior threw his arm in an arc movement, slashing down forward with his sword.
The metallic matter of Ghill's weapon passed through Hit's body, surrounded by a purple faint light, seamlessly leaving the assassins body completely unfazed. "Too slow and predictable, strange pattern to someone that talk so big." With a defiant smirk, Hit stepped aside, getting a bit of distance from Ghill.
"And is that your reality?" The white-haired swordsman returned the provocation with an equally taunting grin.
A silver line of light crossed Hit's chest, on exact place where Ghill's sword has striked him; A gush of blood exploded from his chest, making the purple man take a step forward and snarl in pain. "H-How…?" The assassin glared at his opponent, he ran on hand on his fresh wound, cleaning some blood from his chest.
"I said before that you found an equal match, but I was wrong." Ghill changed his weapon to the left hand. "In this fight, you're outmatched. Your little time-pocket will not save you."
Hit frowned and spit a load of blood on the blue-grassed ground; He spaced his legs and lowered his body enough to simulate a crouching position. He teleported instantly in to attack range, and started to deliver a flurry of strikes, not relenting for a second. Ghill brought his left hand up, blocking every one of Hit's attempts to reach him, he then clicked his tongue annoyed at the weak display of abilities form his rival, pulling the right half of his body back, the warrior created a giant mass of silver energy, exploding it on his opponent's direction.
Hit got blasted directly by the Ki wave, but after the light died out he was nowhere to be found. "Who is outmatched?" The assassin reappeared behind Ghill, but this time his entire body covered in a purple light, behind him a countless number of blue flash points, all tied to broken squares time space. "Let's see how many repetitions you can deflect." With a wild movement of his arms, the blue points exploded from their prison and flew towards Ghill. Each little point of this are images of Hit's punches from just before, as if each strike was stored and now released again in a furious second wave of attacks.
Ghill promptly started to deflect the attacks, just like he did before, but as he turned his attention to the little rift in time, Hit jumped behind the swordsman's back and started another streak of attacks, matching in speed the one from before. After the couple of first punches made their way to Ghill's back, the warrior lost his stance, making both waves collapse on him at the same time. With a quick charge of his ki on his left fist, Hit finished his devastating combo with a straight line of energy, cutting deep on his opponent body, sending him flying far away.
"Once again, impressive…" Ghil's voice came from behind, making a cold sensation ran down on Hit's spine. The assassin turned back just to see the white-haired warrior sitting on a rock, completely fine and with no bruises, still holding his weapon. "To use time so creatively, you're amazing."
"I don't know how you are escaping my attacks, but I-." Hit froze in place when Ghill pointed at him.
"It's not good to get distracted during a fight." Ghill smiled.
Hit coughed blood and shouted in pain, he felt his left shoulder tear in pain, his flesh parting away, as a solid metallic object pierced him. The assassin turned his vision to his wound and then to what was behind him, for his surprise, it is Ghill; But this Ghill is completely covered in bruised, his chest bleeding with a severe wound and his breathe roughish, almost giving up.
"What is… this?" Hit hissed in pain as the blade was pulled out of him.
"What is what?" Ghill asked sarcastically. "Don't tell me you thought you were the only one special?" The warrior raised his arm up, his weapon flashing with power, making the Ghill behind Hit disappear into nothing, as this second version of him expired, two large cracked came tearing on the blade, taking away its powerful bright light, leaving only nasties 'scars' on the weapon.
"I see…" Hit returned to his composed stance that he usually has. "I will have to return to kill Freeza on a later time." He closed his eyes and placed his hands on the pockets of his coat. "Because I will have to use everything to destroy you first." The entire space around Hit broke like a smash mirror, leaving traces of pink rays of light on the cracks.
Ghill tried to spoke, but his voice didn't came out; he tried to move even one finger, but his body is completely stiff, only his eyes can register what is happening in front of him. Then a burst of deafening noise brought to life a giant crack on top of his body.
"This is the end for you!" On the center of this crack of time, Hit's fist exploded with power, crushing its weight on his opponent. "Whatever trick you are using to evade me, will not work when I paralyze you on my time space." The assassin with great effort pushed his arm forward, slowly breaking the cracks, little bursts of energy starting to burst to life right in front of him. "With this, you're finished!" A final push destroyed the time crack, making all the energy contained on it to explode right on top of Ghill, leaving no time for reactions.
The landscape simply vanished in a turmoil of light and winds, leaving the assassin standing only on a little small island surrounded by the dark deep waters of Namek. Hit fell to one knee, his strength almost completely leaving his body. "I need to stop taking orders from Champa…" The assassin allowed himself a moment to smile after his hard fought battle.
"Don't underestimate my power." The tip of a sword teared out from Hit's chest. "Don't underestimate the power of the Omega Blade!" Several others swords impaled Hit from different points of his body; a total of seven Ghills attacked the assassin at the same time.
This time all copies of Ghill are equally hurt and bruised, making clear that the original one got hit by Hit's attack. The assassin forced an explosion of Ki out of his body, pushing away everything that was on top of him; in a desperate last effort, he closed his eyes and concentrated all his energy on his special ability, and in the blink of an eye, Hit disappeared, leaving no traces of him.
"He still had on him to get away..." Ghill slammed the tip of his blade on the ground, expiring all of his replicates; this time the blade suffering even more damage, with seven cracks appearing on it, but strangely enough the other two from before has disappeared, as if it was never there to begin with. "Assassin of the sixth universe, Hit… A powerful and unique foe, But I wonder if he really is the strongest warrior from here."
With an elegant swing of his blade, Ghill sheathed his sword, and after a deep breathe, he stared at the clouds slowly drifting on the sky. "Let's end this." As gush of wind dragged a cloud of dust, traveling low across the blue grass, the warrior disappeared in thin air, like his body was a mere illusion all this time.
"I hope they are not angry with me." Cabba stopped in front of his house, from the living room windows he could see his brother playing alone, sitting on the floor.
"Don't be silly, they will be happy to see you." Caulifla tapped him on the shoulder and opened the entrance door, stepping in without much ceremony. "Lettu! What are you doing?" She walked right in, fondling the little kid's hair.
Lettu stood in place, staring at her with surprised eyes. "Sister Caulifla?' Quickly he cheered up, giving the girl a tight and warm hug. "Where have you been?"
"Doing stuff." She gave him a happy smirk. "But I have someone with me."
Cabba walked in, a guilty half smile on his lips. "Heya, Lettu."
"Brother!" The boy yanked his arms away from Caulifla and rushed to his brother, jumping with all his strengths towards Cabba, takling the soldier to the ground.
"L-Lettu, calm down." Cabba petted his brother on the head, setting him on the ground.
"MOM!" Lettu let out an ear-piercing shout, he grabbed Cabba's right arm with both hands in a tight hold, making sure that he could not leave again.
"By the gods Lettu, Why are you yelling for?" The older woman walked out of the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon in his left hand. When she entered the living room, her feet got stuck in place, her hands going straight to her mouth. "Cabba?" The woman ran towards her children, wrapping both in a motherly hug. "You're safe?! I was so worried about you; some soldiers came looking for you, saying that you were missing after some mission."
"Missing after a mission?!" Cabba asked confused. "They only said that?"
"Yes, and I asked them so much about what happened, where you were before, what mission you went in… But they didn't tell me anything." She responded with a sob. "I almost walked all the way to the palace to ask the king about you."
"Just a mission, huh?" Caulifla sat on the couch, looking at them with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, we don't need to worry about it now." Cabba cut in, before Caulifla could say more. "But, mom." He gently pushed his mother away.
"Oh no..." The woman frowned and grabbed Cabba's left arm. "I know that look; you're going to leave again, aren't you?"
Cabba let out a soft sigh and smiled sympathetically to her. "Mom, I have to. This is my job, this is my mission."
"Alright, I will not tie you and forbid you from going away… You're an adult now." Cabba's mother stood up and walked over to Caulifla. "But I can ask you to take care of my boy, right dear?"
Caulifla snorted and tilted her head to the side to look at Cabba. "But of course, I will take very good care of our boy."
"Brother, you're going to leave again?" Lettu said in a sad tone, letting go of Cabba's arm.
"Sorry Lettu." Cabba patted his brother's head, making the little kid raise his eyes to look at him. "But I am a soldier, remember?" The young soldier gave a bright smile. "A cool hero that saves people, just as you like to say, right?"
"Right!" Lettu threw his arms up, letting out a big shout. "I'm going to be a soldier too."
"You're too young for that!" His mother yelled at him. "Before any fighting, you have to apply yourself on school first."
"Yes… Mom…"
"Caulifla, we need to go." Cabba stood up, walking over to the entrance again. "They're probably waiting for us."
"Cabba." The young soldier turned as his mother called out to him. "Come back safe, do you hear me?" the woman then turned to look at Caulifla. "And you too."
"Yes mother, I will be safe and sound." Caulifla said in a monotone voice, walking pass Cabba, going out of the house.
Cabba noticed his mother surprised expression and let out a little laugh. "She does like you a lot, don't you think?" He raised one arm and waved to his family as he started to take his leave. "I will be back in a few days, and then, no more trips for a while; I promise."
In a city crawled with tall imposing buildings, a place where the sky seems so far away from the ground, a calm and never-ending drizzle wet the streets. With long cloaks, the civilians walk freely, bargaining, gossiping, and living their usual simple life. From a corner, in a dark alley, a shadowy figure, hiding in his long brown coat, stare at the passing bystanders, carefully waiting and choosing his next prey.
"Ahh, this damned rain will not stop?" A bulky man walks alone in the damp, murk streets, angrily talking to himself. As he steps closer to the alley, a firm hand grabs him by his shirt, pulling him back.
"A good day to you sir." Frost smiles friendly, when he got the man's attention.
The man growled and yanked Frost's hand from him. "What do ya want, freak?" He spat to the side, his fist cracking with a strange noise, little veins popping on his muscled arm.
"No need to get angry, I just want to present an opportunity to you." The white alien extended one hand out, calling the man to a friendly exchange. "You seem like a capable man, tell me; how would you like to rule over this planet?"
"Huh?!" The man looked at him with a lot of suspicion, then he eyes grew wide, as his gaze focused behind Frost. "W-What is THAT?" With a panicked screech, the strange man started to run as fast as he could, away from the alley.
Frost quickly turned and looked behind him; just a quick glance at the purple man in front of him was enough to make him shiver. Instinctively, Frost closed his eyes and pushed both hands forward preparing himself to stop a blow… that never came. "I-I didn't do anything… yet. What do you want?"
Hit's response was an unsettling silence, only a heavy breathing coming out of his mouth.
Frost quickly opened one eye, and got a very strange surprise, a completely beaten up hit is lying down on the ground right in front of him. "Hey, are you okay?" He rushed to see the assassin's condition. "What the hell happened to you?"
The stealth fugitive slapped hit a few times on his cheek, but to no avail, as the assassin didn't open his eyes.
"This is awkward… but maybe I can gain something from this." Frost's eyes gleamed in a greedy intention. "For sure Lord Champa will pay me something for him."
"Argh…" With a low grunt, Hit slowly started to wake up. The assassin stared coldly at Frost as he got a glance of him. "T-Take this… And call… Champa." He raised one arm with great effort, giving a strange round mirror to Frost.
"Not to worry my friend, I will take care of you." Frost hardly could hid his smirk. "Let me see this thing." He grabbed the item from Hit's hand and stared at it, not sure what he should do.
Hit slammed one hand on the ground, startling Frost, panting and bleeding he got up to his knees. "Run." In a deadly serious tone, he warned Frost, his eyes frightening the white alien even more.
"Huh?" In a rush of instincts or a struck of luck, Frost ducked down, protecting his head with both arms. A silver thin lined crossed just above his head, cutting the entire wall, at his side, in half. "W-W-What is that?"
"Freeza?" Ghill landed right beside Frost, his sword ready on his right hand. "Hm… no, you are not him."
"Who are you?" Frost asked, but just as he finished his question, Ghill's blade came swinging at full speed from the bottom left side, which Frost barely dodged again, getting a slight cut on his tail. "If you want to fight so badly, so be it." In a swift motion, Frost threw a punch from the side aiming at Ghill's empty hand.
A quick tap with his fist was more than enough to stop Frost's attack, the white-haired warrior quickly noticed a gleam of light escaping his opponent wrist. "A dishonored tactic, such sign of weaknesses." With a straight and furious swing of his weapon, the warrior cut the poisoned needle in midair.
Giving no time for his opponent to react, Ghill pressed forward, taking his left hand up in a monstrous speed, grabbing Frost by the neck. "A bit unfortunate for you to be so similar to him and for that… you will die now."
Frost gasped in pain, he felt his entire body twitch and wail, as the skin on his neck got more and more bruised by his enemy fingers. He desperately tried to escape, his lungs hurting and pleading for air, as veins started to appear around his face, his eyes getting more and more unfocused; Then a beam of purple light stormed from behind them, clashing directly at Ghill's body, who was so distracted that didn't even noticed the attack. The warrior was sent far back away into a building across the street, finally letting Frost get back on his feet, gasping desperately for air.
"Ha… Ha… What was that?" Frost fell to his knee, glaring intensely at Hit.
"I told you to run, we don't have much time." The assassin kept his eyes locked on the hole recently blasted on the building.
Frost quickly obeyed Hit's order, but he ran towards the assassin, helping him stand on his feet. "I'm not leaving you behind." Frost said as he began to walk dragging Hit with him. "Whatever that guy is, you are my only chance of staying alive."
Hit felt bit surprised by Frost initial response, but eventually understood the criminal reasons; he then used what was left of his strength to be less of a burden he could, while the two hastily started to make their way down the wet street.
"Just one question, why he wants to kill me?" Frost turned his face slightly just to get a glimpse of Hit's face.
"I don't know." The assassin responded. "He probably don't want witnesses."
"Then why the hell did you appeared behind me?" Frost threw his left hand to the side, angrily yelling out loud.
"Just a coincidence, I only reverted back to a place I have visited before." Hit eyed Frost with his usual composed expression. "You just happened to be there at the same time."
"Really? Arh… Lucky me then." Frost eyed the mirror on his free hand. "How do we call Lord Champa?"
"Hold it in front of you and call out to-." Suddenly Hit went silent as his body got pushed forward with a lot of force, making Frost fall to the side.
"This is getting really annoying now." Ghill stood beside Frost, his cruel dark pink eyes glaring at the white criminal alien. "Don't get on my way." He warned just once and started to walk towards Hit.
Trembling in panic Frost just watched as Ghill grabbed Hit by the upper part of his coat; holding one hand up, the mysterious warrior started to channel his power in powerful and violent ball of silver energy. "N-not so fast." Frost fired a chaos beam directly at Ghill's back; the blast tore a small hole on the warrior's yellow coat backside.
"Ah… You just had to, didn't you?" Ghill tossed Hit to the ground, completely turning to face Frost. "Doesn't matter. That just mean you die first." In a white blurred dash, he instantly appeared in front of Frost, his legs arched in a powerful sling kick, exploding right on top of the criminal's chest.
Frost puked a large amount of blood, without much thought, he used his right arm to broke out the impact against the wall, but to no avail, even breaking his limb as a result. "G-Get away, GET AWAY FROM ME."
"Have some grace, at least on the moment of your demise." Ghill raised his right arm, taking his sword right up in front of Frost. But before he could strike his opponent one final time, Hit exploded a devastating punch at Ghill's left side, purple and pink sparkles of ki flying all around, the warrior went flying once again into a building, leaving another giant hole on the walls.
"Lord Champa… Vados, Can any of you hear me?" Frost shouted at the little mirror. "Come on, someone answer me."
"Omega Blade, third phase… Obliteration!" A cross-shaped beam exploded from the hole, engulfing half of the street in an explosion of silver light. Frost barely avoided being hit by the attack, but the assassin didn't had his luck and were blasted right on, disappearing inside the bright light. "I had enough of this play." Ghill walked from inside the now completely ruined building. With a fiery and furious gaze, he aimed both hands towards Frost, creating a massive ball of silver energy.
"Lord Champa! CHAMPA, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Frost yelled with all his mighty and held the mirror with such force that almost broke it to pieces.
"Could you shut up, I heard you on the first time." Champa and Vados appeared right behind Ghill. The god of destruction quickly raised one arm, taking his hand to the warrior's back. "Hakai." A burst of pink energy exploded forward, engulfing Ghill's entire body and even taking part of the ground and walls with it.
"Lord Champa, I presume?" Ghill's voice came out from the turmoil of light. Then the light completely died out, leaving only a bright glow of the same color resonating on his sword. "It is an honor to meet you." In an amazing display of dexterity, he swung his blade in a beautiful almost hypnotic arch form, pushing the tip of the weapon in a violent clash against the ground.
"Hakai, Hakai." Just as the sword hit the ground, Champa's voice echoed everywhere, the pink light transferring from the weapon directly to the planet. Then in a blink of an eye, everything exploded in a show of lights, in a rush of a breath more than half of the planet disappeared.
Vados quickly created a dome of energy, making a foothold for her and Champa. "Beerus… did you saw that?" Champa said incredulous, never taking his eyes away from the black space in front of him.
"Yes… I did." Beerus voice came from the sphere on Vados scepter. "Have you got so fat that you can't even destroy someone properly?" Beerus said in joke, but his voice as serious as ever.
Champa turned to look at the orb, glaring angry at it. "I used more than enough power to destroy that guy." He yelled annoyed. "That is not the problem here."
"That sword…" Beerus said. "It bent the power of Hakai and directed it at the planet."
"Vados, do it." Champa said in a demanding manner, and turned his face to look ahead of him again.
"At once, Lord Champa." The angel hit the base of her scepter two times on the invisible ground in a quick sequence; a bright light exploded in front of them and like nothing had happened the planet was back to normal.
"CHAMPA, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Frost yelled with all his mighty and held the mirror with such force that almost broke it to pieces. "What…?" The criminal glanced at all sides, as if he has just witness that same scene.
"And he is not back here either…" The chubby God of Destruction closed his eyes and took one hand to his forehead. "He had white hair, but he was not an angel, right?"
"He is a mortal, that much I can confirm to you, Lord Champa." Vados responded, showing a bit of curiosity herself.
"IS THAT HIT?!" Goku's voice echoed from the scepter. "Look, he is all beaten up… Who could have done that?"
"Pipe down, would you?" Beerus voice soon followed, with the sound of a someone being smacked on the back of the head.
Goku's comment, got Champa's attention, making him walk to the unconscious assassin lying bleeding on the street. "Heal him…" Everything began to shake in a terrible earthquake, Champa's anger getting the best of him.
Vados quickly obeyed her lord's order, healing the assassin's wounds, however Hit didn't wake up, even after healed he stayed unconscious.
"Champa, don't get hasty now." Beerus said calmly. "We are coming back to the sixth universe, then we can deal with this without making any mistake."
"I know, brother…" Champa calmed himself, the world slowly stopping to shake. "I will not do anything until that rat shows himself, but when he does… I'm going to destroy him."
"Can we go too?" Goku jumped back on top of Beerus, his loud voice echoing from the orb. "I want to fight that guy with a sword, he looks really strong."
"Kakarot, stop acting like a kid." Vegeta yelled in return.
"Come on Vegeta, I know you want to fight him too." Goku replied with his usual goofy voice.
"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" Beerus' loud scream pierced though the orb. "If you keep interrupting me, I will not take any of you with us."
"Lord Champa, looks like Hit is coming back to his senses." Vados pointed to the man slowly stirring on the ground.
"Then, Let's go back… This place is giving me a headache." Champa looked at Frost, unsure if he should say anything. "Want to come with us?" He asked the criminal.
"What choice do I have?" Frost replied. "I will not stay here and wait for that creep to come back and kill me."
"Smart choice. Make yourself useful and carry Hit, would you?" Champa walked close to Vados and when Frost carried Hit to them, the angel lady started to teleport them away back to the God's planet.
"Yahoo, I'm so pumped to fight that guy, I can't wait." Goku's excited voice was the last echo left behind as the group vanished away, leaving behind a small trail of destruction on the now empty street of the busy metropolis.
"What… is she doing?" With much disbelief, Asparus turned to Cabba.
Cabba brushed his hair with one hand and smiled awkwardly. "She is a bit excited about this."
Asparus shifted his gaze forward again, his eyes settling on Caulifla; for some reason, the girl is punching the air and jumping back and forward, a deadly serious expression on her face. "What a strange girlfriend you have."
"Aren't you eager to prove your worth too?" Cabba said joking.
"Prove my worth, huh?" The prince eyed his friend, a half smile on his lips and a strange nostalgic feeling getting to him. "My father once told me something like that, want to hear about it?"
"You want to talk about your past?" The soldier raised one eyebrow. "Sure, I would like to hear about it."
"To be a Saiyan is more than just power and fighting prowess." Asparus looked up to the dusky sky. "Without honor and our pride, we would be just like the criminals and mindless animals we fight against. So-." A firm hand grasped Asparus' left shoulder, making him stop in the middle of his words.
"So before fighting the evil on the universe, fight the evil inside yourself." King Sadala said with a smile.
Both Cabba and Asparus gave salutation to their king, Asparus looking more shocked then Cabba about the King's presence on the spaceport.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Asparus eyed his father suspiciously.
"That is Caulifla?" But the King completely ignored his question.
"Y-Yes, your majesty." Cabba felt shiver on his back. "We are asking for her assistance, if that is not a problem."
"And little Kale too?" King Sadala noticed Kale sitting close to Caulifla, as the girl keep punching the air. "You trust them on this mission?" He asked in all seriousness.
"I trust them with my life." Cabba responded without much thought.
"That was not what I meant with my question, Cabba." The king turned to look straight on the soldier's eyes. "Can you be sure that they will be able to stay safe?"
"Kale is not a defenseless little girl; she is way stronger than you can imagine." Asparus responded, his voice not hiding his annoyance at his father's question. "And Caulifla… I'm more afraid for the poor sucker that gets on her bad side."
"I see…" King Sadala stared at his son for a few moments, his lack of words making Asparus a bit uncomfortable. "And you are not the arrogant little brat from before."
"Thanks?..." The prince said back, not sure if it was a compliment.
"At first I had sent you on this mission to change how you see the world and everyone around you." King Sadala glanced at Cabba and gave a quick nod. "But you have changed already, so that is no longer a concern of mine." He took a small object from his pocket and extended his hand to Asparus.
"That is…" Asparus' body jolted backwards, getting himself away from the king. "I can't."
"What is the matter?" Cabba jumped back in response, getting startled by Asparus' sudden movements.
"That is the token of trials… The bearer of that symbol shall be under probation to be the new king of Sadala." The prince stared at the small item on his father's hand, a round and rather tarnished bronze medal with a symbol of two stars on the middle. "I'm not worthy of being king."
"Indeed, you're not." King Sadala said back without ceremony. "That is why you shall take the trial and prove yourself worthy of being my successor." He tossed the medal to Asparus, forcing the prince catch it. "A threat big enough to interfere even with the gods, is more than an ideal trial for a Saiyan Prince. Face this challenge and return to me victorious; do this and on the next day you shall be king." Having said everything he needed, the king quickly made his way out of the port, not giving even one glance back to them.
"King?!" Cabba said out loud. "But, I thought you would be king only when…"
"No, father became king and his father was still alive." Asparus bit his lips, clenching the medal on his right hand. "The prince of Sadala needs to prove himself first, even if the king dies, there shall be no other until the trial has been completed."
"And you don't look very pleased with the idea." Cabba said.
"Do I look like someone that can rule an entire race?" Asparus spat back, frowning at his own words. "I can't be a king like my father is."
"Like him? I don't think so, but I do think you can be a good king." Cabba hit his friend on the back. "No one is born with the knowledge to do everything; You're a fast learner, I'm positive that you can learn this too."
Asparus did not respond, he only stared at the medal, his mind going at full speed, but to where it is going, not even the prince is sure about it.
After punching the air for more than a hundred times, Caulifla got tired of waiting and walked over to Cabba and Asparus. "Oi, Cabba. Who was that old fart?" She asked as she wiped a few sweat drops from her face.
"That old fart is my father." Asparus was the one to respond.
The girl cringed back and looked at the prince. "What was HE doing here?"
"Take it easy Caulifla, you're in the middle of a Defense Force base." Cabba warned her with a few shakes of his head. "But about his appearance here, is kind of a long story. We can tell all about it on the way to Namek, if that is okay with you." He turned to look at Asparus, who nodded to him.
"I don't mind, let's get this over with… We still have a few hours before we can get there." Asparus let out a sigh and started to make his way down towards the spaceships, where Kale is currently sitting alone looking at nothing.
"Are we going to use that big ship again?" Caulifla asked.
"Yeah, but this time with the king's permission." Cabba scratched the back of his head. "I don't want to go to the wanted list again…"
"YES! I love that thing." The girl jumped in excitement. "I want at least one more time with that bathroom, that was the best shower I ever had on my life."
"So that is why you were all excited… And here I thought you were taking something serious for once." With a fake sad smile, Cabba started to make his way down too.
"What is the matter with wanting to have some fun?" Caulifla yelled. "We can have fun and beat the bad guys, no need to restrain ourselves." She then jumped on top of Cabba's back, still yelling and laughing making everyone around look at them; as per usual, whatever place Caulifla goes she quickly becomes the center of all attentions.
For what it seams now a very common route for him, Greeno walked over to the royal garden, a few paper reports on his hands. "Your grace, you have another guest waiting on the throne room." Greeno called out for the king.
"It is urgent?" King Sadala asked, his tone showing his displease.
"I can ask for our guest to return another time, but that would make it the fourth time he comes here." The soldier said in return; from all his time serving his king, this couple of days is the first time he wanted to shout and complain at his lord. The recent behavior of the king is completely out of character for him, as if he lost his normal fire and fierceness.
"Then it's not a matter of urgency, let they wait another day."
Greeno squeezed the paper on his hands, his face turning into a disappointed frown. "As you wish your grace." Even after his reply, the soldier didn't leave the area, instead he stood in place watching as the king kept looking at the queen's grave.
"Have anything more to say?" King Sadala turned to look at Greeno, his eyes even not showing the usual spark of ferocity, are still intimidating as ever.
"Was that really necessary?" Greeno asked with a bet o hesitation.
"Care to elaborate?" The saiyan ruler walked over to the soldier, stopping right in front of him. "I can't read your mind, so ask your question properly."
"The trial to prince Asparus, was that really necessary?" Greeno stood his ground, even taking one step forward. "He is too young and immature for such responsibility."
King Sadala closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "You pamper that boy too much. On his age I was already the king of Sadala."
"But-." Before the soldier could continue, he frozen his speech as his lord raised one arm.
"How would he grow up if I continued to hold his hand, If I just pretend that one day he would be ready to take over, how would that help him?" His majesty turned his face to look at Arula's resting place. "This is the best I can do."
"Now you're going to say that everything was for him?" Greeno raised his voice. "That this is the best for Asparus?"
"This is for me." With a tired voice, the king responded to his vassal. "I'm tired Greeno, I lost your sister… Without her, I." In a sudden show of bravado, he took one hand to the soldier's neck, holding him within his fingers. "In any given time on the past, I would had pressed you against the ground for talking with me like that, and yet here we are, talking like equals." The king took his hand away.
"And you expect him to make it better?" Greeno looked at the man in front of him, with a bit of sadness on his eyes.
"To be honest, I don't know. I don't wish to my son what was imposed to me… A tittle, a name… the fate of our planet." The king walked away from the soldier, returning to his spot beside the flowers. "But I just want to live a life outside of this damned throne; I just wish I had Arula back with me."
Greeno gave a quick glance to his sister's grave and felt a stung on his heart; for he is missing her, just as much as the king. "I will ask for our guest to return another time, he will understand that your majesty is feeling unwell." With a quick salute, the soldier walked out of the garden.
"I have placed my faith on our son, just like you wished back then… I hope you're right about him." King Sadala brushed his right hand on the flowers in front of him. "That he will be a better king that I am."
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TheCarlosInferno chapter 17 . Oct 13 – Well, to reply on a more completed way, I don't mind making a Lemon for Kefla, but that is a bit complicated because of the pairing, you know… However, if by the end of the story, you guys still want a lemon for her, I can make an extra chapter just for that.
And yeah, there will be still a few more lemons (I hope at least, if the previous ones were not bad), so you can wait for it.
VcArchangel chapter 17 . Oct 13 – Caulifla and her mischiefs, I'm right?
I know that chapter would be a bit strange for a lot of you guys, even more for how Kefla come at them, but strangely enough, I quite liked that part, so I decided to keep it in. As for Kefla personality, I think (a big emphasis on think) that I got that part right, Kefla before was just Caulifla, with Kale in there for the power, but Kale is starting to spoke her mind more and more as the story progesses, and that reflected a bit on Kefla with the little "bursts" of shyness.
Eerp chapter 5 . Oct 19 – Thank you for your words, I will keep writing until this story is done, don't worry about that. I will not stop and leave it unfinished. But thanks again for your comment, that really motivates me to keep going. o/