" Italics "= Namekian language
Warnings: swearing
Chapter 4
Cera gawped at the taller Saiyan, shock etched across her features. How could he just casually stand there and ask her that after soundly thrashing some of the PTO's best? How had he done that anyway, the scouter had said he only had a power level of around three hundred! Unless … he could hide his true power level somehow …
"Who am I?! The better question is who are you?! What is a Saiyan doing on this planet, I thought there were only four of us left! How did you hide your true power from our scouters? Why is this planet still inhabited?"
Ryon cocked his head in confusion as the woman whose life he just saved started throwing questions at him. He shared a look with his brothers and all five of them shrugged, this chick was crazy. Crazy yeah, but Ryon couldn't help but find her attractive. Long slim legs encased in a pair of ragged black leggings, toned, scarred stomach exposed whilst a scuffed and soot covered white and red chest plate graced her top half. Her spikey mahogany coloured hair framed an angular face with large wild charcoal-black eyes that seemed to cut deep into his very being. He blushed violently as she continued to shout at him, her tail lashing back and forth, what were these feelings? He'd never felt this way before and it confused him. Seeing that she was finally running out of steam, Ryon held up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Whoa there back up alright? One question for another okay? Now, who are you?"
Cera pulled herself up to her full height and glared imperiously at the younger Saiyan. She'd show this upstart who he was messing with, he was most likely a third-class considering he appeared to have grown up on this planet without any Saiyan influence and without obliterating the local population. Probably a programming fault, it happened sometimes in the stronger willed third-classes. Even so, he was pretty cute, much better looking than Raditz or Nappa at any rate, maybe even drawing level with Prince Vegeta in the looks department.
"I am Cera, second-class warrior of the Saiyan race. There, I answered your question now answer mine: who the hell are you?!"
Ryon shrugged, he didn't see any harm in answering that, he could always avoid the topic if her questions got a bit too nosy. She was pretty rude though, he hadn't done anything other than ask her to slow down a bit. Meh … couldn't please everybody.
"I'm Ryon, my brothers and I are warrior-class Namekians … hey, what's wrong with that?!"
Cera had doubled over laughing. She wiped tears of mirth from her eyes as she looked at Ryon, the indignation written all over his face setting her off again. Finally, she recovered enough to answer the young man.
"Namekian warrior heh … don't be ridiculous, you're a Saiyan, same as me!"
She gestured at Ryon's brothers.
"Ask them if you don't believe me."
Ryon stared at her in shock. A Saiyan! But … why had no-one ever said anything … if he wasn't a Namekian then why had his dad and brothers not told him? He turned to his brothers, all four of them looked stunned at the revelation, a look of anguished betrayal written all over his face.
"Is … is it true? I'm not … not the same as you guys?"
Royan shared a stricken look with Flute, none of them had known … if their father knew then he hadn't saw fit to share with any of them that's for sure. Royan laid a callused hand on his baby brother's shoulder pad and looked the upset young man in the eye.
"Ryon … I knew you were adopted … but I honestly didn't know what you were, none of us did. To us you were just our little brother. If Dad knew, he never told any of us … hell I'm as shocked as you are."
Cera watched the touching scene play out as she calmed down. She didn't understand, this kid didn't know what he was, where he came from? She scuffed the ground awkwardly with a booted foot and coughed to get their attention. Five sets of black eyes immediately focused on her and she felt a shiver work its merry way down her spine. The two nearly identical Namekians were giving death glares better that the Prince's and the Saiyan's harsh ebony eyes were full of anger and pain.
"Ummm … what's with the evil looks? All I told him was that he's a Saiyan, no big deal. Though I must say … he's a Saiyan that can't do his job properly, this planet's inhabitants are still amongst the living …"
Cera stepped back in alarm as her scouter indicated a significant power jump from Ryon. The scouter's beeps increased in intensity until the device exploded in a shower of sparks. Three of the Namekians stopped glaring at her and focused instead on the angry Saiyan.
"Ryon cool it bro' … she doesn't know … sweetKami will you calmdown!"
Flute, Royan and Ryno swiftly tried to calm down the most volatile of the five brothers. But it was no use, all the anger and adrenalin Ryon kept locked inside him had been waiting for a trigger and this Saiyan female had just provided that trigger. As the trio of Namekians struggled to restrain Ryon Jek ran over to Cera and grabbed her arm; a cold, dangerous look gracing his hard face.
"Come on, you've pissed him off good, we need to get out of here before things really go to hell in a hand basket … our father will deal with him … you are so lucky killing's not in my nature …"
Cera yanked her arm free and glowered at the Namekian. Just who did he think he was grabbing her like that?! She growled as the Namekian ignored her in favour of taking off just as another one landed. She observed the newcomer, he was considerably older than the other Namekians, this must have been the one they were waiting for. The old Namekian observed the scene with a stern glare.
"Just what has happened here?"
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Ryo had been enjoying his day: the three suns were keeping the air pleasantly warm, Mori hadn't come round to pester him about his boy's attitude and said boys were all off doing their own thing which meant he could train in peace. Yes, he had been having a good day. He had noticed the four incoming power levels but chose not to investigate when he felt Ryon's flared ki signature head towards them. He hadn't bothered to investigate when two of the unfamiliar power levels abruptly vanished or when a third quickly left the planet. He did however decide to investigate when he felt Ryon's ki spike again, this time in anger, and three of his Namekian son's ki also spike as they tried to restrain him.
Quickly he took off to see what had triggered his youngest's unpredictable temper this time. As he flew, he wondered when he would finally sit down and explain to Ryon just what he was. When the Saiyan had first landed on Namek he, Guru and Mori had all agreed to keep the boy's heritage secret. Porunga had had nothing positive to say about the Saiyans and the three Namekians believed that Ryon would be better off not knowing until he was mature enough to understand their decision. Now he wondered if they had made the right choice: Ryon had grown into an angry young man, always looking for fights and training to get stronger. He may not take the news well given the accident five years ago and what Ryo knew of the Saiyan race as a whole.
Ryo quickly arrived at where he had felt Ryon's power spike and coolly observed the scene. Ryon was being restrained by Royan, Flute and Ryno whilst Jek appeared to be growling at a … holy Kami … was that a Saiyan? Ryo knew now why Ryon had lost it, this Saiyan must have said something that had reopened old wounds. Cursing quietly, Ryo landed.
"Just what has happened here?"
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Jek looked at his father, relief colouring his features. He gestured at Cera then over to where his brothers were still trying to restrain Ryon.
"Dad, I'm not sure what's going on … she set him off … something about not being able to do his job properly cuz everyone on Namek is still alive… what's going on?"
Ryo groaned loudly, this was exactly what he was afraid of, and rubbed his forehead, trying to relieve the building headache. He looked the female Saiyan over, she appeared to be unaware of what she had done. That or she didn't care.
"Jek, take her to the house then go get Mori and tell him it's time, he'll know what I mean. I'll deal with your brother."
"Sure Dad … but what's going on?"
Ryo glared at his son.
"I'm not going to ask you again, go homenow!"
Jek quickly took off and pulled Cera into the air before heading towards the house ignoring the Saiyaness's outrage at being towed along. He unceremoniously dropped her at the house before blasting off to find Elder Mori.
Once he was sure that Jek and the Saiyaness were out of the area Ryo headed over to his remaining sons. Seeing that his youngest appeared to be beyond reason Ryo decided for the blunt approach.
"Ryon that's enough!"
Ryo's knife hand strike smashed into the back of Ryon's head, sending the Saiyan into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. Royan, Flute and Ryno stared at their fallen brother before looking at their father, shock and confusion etched on their faces. Ryo held up his hands as he was assaulted by a barrage of questions.
"Get your brother home, we'll talk there … sigh … there's a lot to discuss."
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Ryon woke up with a ringing headache. He looked around in surprise, he was home yet his last memory was of being outside talking to … that Saiyan! Ryon threw back the cover on his bed and tried to stand only to end up falling back down again as dizziness overcame him. He groaned and rubbed at his brow as he tried to remember what had happened before he blacked out. Then again, judging by the pain in his neck he was knocked out.
"You're up … good."
Ryon looked up at his father, embarrassment at his meltdown requiring his father's intervention causing his face to flush. He hated it when Ryo gave him that look: the one that managed to convey disappointment, firmness and irritation at the same time. He was surprised then when Ryo grabbed the stool sitting next to the wall and seated himself in front of Ryon.
"Son … what do you remember?"
"Dad? I … I remember that woman telling us her name … then she asked mine so I told her, I didn't see the harm … she started laughing then … then …"
Ryon looked up at his father, his ebony eyes wide.
"Dad! She said … she said I was a Saiyan! She said I wasn't like you guys and that … that I couldn't do my job right …"
Ryon put his head in his hands, muffling his words slightly but Ryo could still understand what his son was saying.
"Dad … she said I should have killed everyone …"
The distress in his son's voice damn near broke Ryo's heart and he glared at the wall, trying to imagine the Saiyaness bitch who'd caused all this trouble. If looks were ki blasts, there wouldn't have even been ashes left such was Ryo's glare. He laid a hand on Ryon's head in the familiar comforting gesture and ruffled his already unruly hair. Mori had agreed with him that they couldn't afford to not tell Ryon about his people any longer, especially given today's events.
"Ryon … son … I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time. You know I found you right, you weren't born on Namek. When we summoned Porunga to ask him for the tools to raise you properly, he told us about the Saiyans, the … the race you came from …"
Ryon looked up at his father. So it was true?! He was a Saiyan … but why didn't anyone tell him? He clenched his fists until they bled.
"Why … why didn't you tellme I wasn't … I wasn't the same as you guys?"
Ryo winced. This was exactly why he had always been wary of Ryon finding out, his reaction so far was not good.
"Nothing the dragon told us about your race was good … I wanted you to grow up without the fear that you would end up like the rest of your people … I wanted you to be happy with who you were, not what you were … you're still my son, no matter what anyone says."
Ryon gave his father a crooked grin, only slightly reassured at his words. He was angry and upset that his father hadn't said anything, but at the same time, he understood Ryo's reasoning. Those long boring meditation and emotional control exercises were finally paying off as Ryon took a deep breath before slowly releasing it.
"I'm mad, hell I'm pissed off … but yet I get it … you wanted me to be, well, me without anything hanging over my head. Thanks Dad."
Ryo breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed as Ryon gave one of his rare genuine smiles. Both father and son looked up as Royan entered the room.
"What are we gonna do about this Saiyan Dad, she seems more confused than anything else now and she hasn't tried anything … should we let her stay or ask her to leave?"
Ryon looked pensive and rubbed the old scar over his eye.
"From what I gathered from that Appule thing I kicked off Namek she's a runaway soldier of some kind. I don't think she'll try anything but we can handle her if she does. I think we should try and get more information from her before deciding on what to do with her."
Both Ryo and Royan shared a look of surprise at the maturity of Ryon's idea. When he was younger he would have happily just kicked this Saiyan off the planet but now he looked at things from a more objective point of view. His self-control and his temper still needed a bit of work though. Sharing a look with his eldest, Ryo nodded.
"All right, we'll see what she has to say."
Ok, Ryon's life has really taken a few interesting turns, a few awkward truths have been discovered, we'll see how they deal with Cera in Chapter 5
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