A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've had it written for months. I just never got around to actually typing it up. Heh heh yea. Anyways review!
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Now on to the story!
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Trunks fell to the ground with a yell, but recovered in time to dodge a ki blast directed at him.
"You can't keep dodging, Trunks! It won't do you any good in the long run. C'mon attack me!" Mirai's voice rang out across the courtyard. A barrage of new blasts followed the young boy as he quickly thought of a strategy. His plan was thwarted when a new ki blast shot him out of the sky. He heard Mirai's matching yell as he, too was shot down. Both boys landed heavily on the ground panting. They looked up to see their father approaching them with his fists on his hips.
"Neither of you had your guard up. Next time I won't be so pleasant."
Despite his serious tone, both boys knew he wasn't really angry. He walked in front of them and hoisted them up by their arms. He then turned to Mirai.
"You did feel the attack coming didn't you." When the demi-Saiyan nodded, he turned to Trunks.
"As did you?" Trunks nodded.
Vegeta nodded.
"Good. I'm going to teach you something new then. Pay attention." Both boys nodded.
"Mirai, prepare yourself; act like you're going to fight me." Although Mirai knew it was suicide, he got into a stance anyways. Vegeta stepped back but remained upright.
"When I say, shoot an energy blast at my face."
Mirai looked at his father like he was crazy, but nodded anyways. Just to be safe, he took a few extra steps back, putting 6 feet of space between himself and the Prince.
To his left, he saw Pota approaching them, then stopping next to Trunks. After a curt nod from Vegeta, Mirai shot a powerful ki blast to the center of Vegeta's face. Literally before the blast hit, Pota caught the slightest twitch of Vegeta's eyebrow. The blast was repelled away into the sky. Mirai and Trunks, however, didn't see as Pota did, and sat amazed.
"I can tell by your faces that you didn't see it." The Prince smirked. His sons shook their heads. Pota smiled.
"It's simple." The boys looked at her. "He raised his ki at the last minute, therefore deflecting the blast." The boys nodded in understanding.
Vegeta nodded as well.
"Boost your power level to just below Super Saiyan and you will be able to deflect most, if not all, small attacks like that. I advise you not to try it against larger attacks, like the Kamehameha, or the Final Flash, but with small attacks, you can't fail."
After the boys nodded again, he smiled at them, then to Pota, and then left to go inside.
The boys sat a little confused before they heard the cracking of knuckles.
"Alright boys, now it's YOUR turn to teach ME." Pota grinned. Mirai raised an eyebrow.
"I wanna be a Super Saiyan."
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Piccolo sat in a quiet contemplative state in his bedroom, mulling over the recent events that had taken place. Pota had visited him a while ago and apologized, which he accepted and then sent her out. He was still upset with her for thinking that she could just order him around in his own home on his own planet. There was only one person who had the right to do that.
The Namek smiled as his thoughts drifted to the Saiyan Prince. It hadn't even been a week since their first taste of intimacy and Piccolo was already addicted. Images of the black-haired man danced unrelentingly through his head 24/7. The naturally "bonfire by the beach in the evening" smell of Vegeta filled his nose and sent his head spinning every time he was around him.
Piccolo loved everything about him… except one thing. His body; his damned gorgeous, tempting, perfect body. The more heated their sessions of love became, the more Piccolo wanted to take Vegeta fully and make him his own. He wouldn't dare do so without the Saiyan's permission of course, but every move Vegeta made around him was sensual, and Piccolo constantly found his body aching with the need to touch Vegeta and show him how much he really cared.
Piccolo was so deep in thought that he didn't notice another person enter his room. Of course, the fact that his room was designed to block anyone on the outside from sensing the ki inside had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Piccolo's eyes snapped open and zeroed in on a corner of his room. He snarled.
"Who dares enter my room?"
A low chuckle came from the dark and Piccolo groaned inwardly when his younger brother Nail emerged from the shadows. Perfect.
"You still find my presence offensive?"
Piccolo stood from his lotus position on the floor and glared.
"When you show up unannounced and fail to ask my permission? Yes. It actually kind of pisses me off." He snapped, making the younger Namek flinch a bit.
"Apologies, brother." The young Namek said quietly. Piccolo sniffed.
"What is it you want from me?" He sighed.
Nail straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I came for Dende. He is needed on New Namek." After a raise of brow from Piccolo, he continued.
"There's a meeting session for all the Namekian elders. Dende technically counts."
Piccolo nodded. "How long will he be gone?"
"No less than a year."
"A year? Who's going to watch over the Earth while he's gone?" Piccolo asked. The silence from his younger counterpart made his shoulders tense up in irritation.
"You're not serious. I'm a warrior, not a God. Why me?" Piccolo protested sourly. Nail put his hands up.
"Hey I'm just the messenger. You're the only other Namekian on this planet, so the responsibility naturally falls to you."
Piccolo crossed his arms and bared his teeth, growling slightly, as was his custom when he was met with something distasteful.
"Fine. I'll go get Dende. Now get out of my room." He snapped, causing Nail to make a hasty retreat out the door. Piccolo followed, brushed past him, and continued down the hall to where Dende observed the Earth; the Seeing Room.
When the doors slid open, Piccolo entered soundlessly with Nail in his wake, who was equally quiet. The small God was monitoring the oil spill in America.
"Dende, there's someone here to see you." Piccolo said, then motioned towards Nail when the small Namek turned. Upon realizing who had come, Dende grinned.
"Nail! Hi." He greeted cheerfully. Nail returned his smile.
"Nail is here to take you to a required Elders' session, so pack your bags, kid; you're going to New Namek."
Dende turned away from the projected image of the Globe and looked concerned.
"How long will I be—"
"Messenger boy says no less than a year." Piccolo replied before Nail could even open his mouth. Dende went to protest, but Piccolo spoke again.
"So you better teach me how to use that Globe thing because apparently I have to take over while you're gone." At Dende's expression of mixed confusion and horror, Piccolo thrust his thumb in Nail's direction.
"Piccolo is the only other Namekian on Earth that has the power to take over the duty." Nail explained. After a few minutes of instruction from Dende (and unneeded bickering between Nail and Piccolo), Dende left with Nail to prepare for his departure. All three warriors were stopped abruptly when a huge spike of power pushed them back a step. Exchanging looks, they rushed outside.
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Vegeta had been running through a new fighting form when the power spike hit. He rushed outside and found Piccolo, Dende, and another mildly familiar Namekian standing outside as well. Trunks came running up to them, clearly excited.
"You'll never guess what happened!" He said breathlessly. Vegeta smirked in response.
"I bet I can." He retorted as Pota and Mirai approached the group. Everyone gaped when they saw Pota's raven hair was now gold and her normal eye was turquoise.
"They sure make a big deal out of something so easy." She commented with a shrug. Mirai laughed.
"Don't even try and play it off like that, Aunt Pota. You struggled a little." Pota ruffled his hair playfully.
"Shut up, you didn't have to tell them that."
Vegeta nodded.
"Becoming a Super Saiyan is actually quite difficult; we are all just above the average potential of a Saiyan." All Saiyans present nodded their agreement. Just then, another Saiyan made himself known, having obviously teleported there. Goku looked around.
"What's going on? What was that power—" He then noticed the Super Saiyan to his right, at whom he blinked stupidly. She turned to him smiling.
"You must be Kakarrot, or as you prefer to be called, Goku." She extended her hand, which Goku took and grinned.
"And you're Pota, Vegeta's sister." Upon her quizzical look, Goku chuckled.
"Vegeta mentioned you earlier today when we were training."
Pota nodded and released his hand.
"Well it's nice to meet you." She chirped, and then let her Super Saiyan state fade. Goku looked at her appreciatively.
"So you're a Super Saiyan? It's not an easy task." He stated. Pota shrugged.
"As of a little bit ago I am. And yea, not easy, but not especially hard either." She smiled.
Vegeta frowned at how friendly Pota and Goku were being.
"Kakarrot." Vegeta's voice made Goku turn.
"Come with me. We need to discuss Bulma's funeral." He said with a little difficulty. Goku's expression grew serious and he followed the Prince into the Lookout. The rest of the group watched with amusement when Vegeta smacked Goku upside the head, snarling some form of threat at him, causing Goku to put his hands up in flustered defense. Piccolo chuckled at the piece of the conversation he caught.
"You ever flirt with her again, I'll castrate you."
"Huh? Flirt? But I wasn't—"
"NEVER again, you hear me?"
"Alright, alright!
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A/N: Before you ask, NO Pota is not paired with Goku. Vegeta is just being overprotective. :) R&R as usual. Your support is greatly appreciated I promise you!