A/N: ...This Chapter is mostly Vegeta centered.
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As much as he would like to deny it, Vegeta was surprised by his mother's progress.
Already, she was tapping into the power of a Super Saiyan and it had only been a couple of hours of training.
It seemed that any Saiyan could easily become a Super Saiyan when taught how to properly ascend. Queen Okra hadn't actually ascended to Super Saiyan yet, but the bangs of hair to either side of her slight widow's peak spiked up, along with other parts of her hair that wasn't easily weighed down. Her hair and eye color remained the same, yet her aura was flickering between violet and Super Saiyan yellow. Her face betrayed the considerable effort she was putting into the exercise before her aura flickered out all together and her hair cascaded back down to a relatively normal position.
She was breathing heavily, her hands resting on her knees.
Vegeta watched her as she recovered and Okra wiped sweat off her brow. "How long did it take you to ascend?" she asked between intakes of air.
"Perhaps around the same age as you are now," Vegeta answered cryptically, folding his arms. "You're almost there," he added. "You've already begun to tap into the Super Saiyan transformation. Attaining it now is completely up to your mental state."
"Hm," She hummed, stretching her arms and neck, removing the kinks in them. The actual transformation was still a mystery to her. It seemed as though your thought process had to be very un-Saiyan like in order to reach it.
"My part in this is done. Will you allow me access to the Science facilities now?"
Okra laughed in response, causing Vegeta to growl angrily.
"Pray tell, what is so humorous?"
"I said I'd let you through after you taught me to become Super Saiyan. You won't be going there until then."
"I've had enough of this!" Vegeta nearly shouted, closing the distance between him and her mother. "You will let me through this instant, or so help me-"
"Or you'll what?" she interrupted boldly. "You'll put me in my place?" she asked, her hands resting on her hips. "I don't care if you're more powerful. I'm still the Queen, and you're going to go by my terms, son." She drawled arrogantly, much to Vegeta's chagrin.
As much as she pissed him off right now, to raise his hand against his mother was unthinkable for him.
She probably knew that, too. Why was she making this unnecessarily difficult, and absurdly so?
Before Vegeta could reply, an unusually high power level grabbed his attention, making him look toward the throne room's entrance. There were some muffled shouts and the sound of thuds as people being thrown around could be heard and then the doors slammed open, revealing a nearly 7 foot tall woman, and knocked down guards who were rushing to get back on their feet.
Vegeta was somewhat surprised at the woman's energy signature. It wasn't threatening to him, but given where they were, her power was significantly higher than his mother's. This woman looked like she was here for a fight and not a chat.
"You've got some nerve attacking the Royal Guards," Vegeta's mother accused, taking a few steps forward, as her son had unthinkingly moved in front of her, standing between the two women. The much taller Saiyaness clenched her fists, unable to hold back a sneer.
"I got nerve!? You're coward of a king tried to off my son!" she roared, pointing accusingly at Vegeta.
"What?" Vegeta retorted, unable to respond correctly to the woman's case of mistaken identity.
"I believe your mistaken," Okra replied, barely suppressing a laugh. The Royal Guards had recovered and attempted to close in on her, but a flare of her Ki had knocked them backwards. Okra's smirk dropped.
"Woman, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Vegeta retorted to the intruder. "And I'm not the King."
"You must think I'm some kind of idiot," the tall woman snarled, advancing towards Vegeta, her stance while walking obviously aggressive, as though ready to lunge at any given moment. "I'm gonna hang you by your spinal column."
...What the hell?
Vegeta wasn't quite prepared for the sudden dash, and was caught off guard with a chambered punch to his left cheek. As he hadn't yet bothered to unsurpress his Ki fully, he was launched sideways and crashed into the wall, cracking it on impact. He realized with annoyance that the injury on his face was going to leave a bruise. Just great.
Vegeta stood up, straightening his back, feeling parts of his body crack like one would their knuckles. He looked towards his left, seeing that his mother was being pulled back by the Royal Guards that hadn't been utterly knocked out by the woman moments earlier.
Good, no need to hold back too much then.
"You have one chance to stand down!" Vegeta warned, standing up and shaking the stars out of his head. That punch surprised him more than he let on. His warning fell on deaf ears as the Saiyan simply charged at him headfirst, attempting to clothesline him. Vegeta couldn't help but note inwardly that her technique was extremely sloppy. Her power more than made up for it though. If he had to compare, this woman was on par with Frieza's first form in terms of brute strength. Compared to him that was nothing. But compared to these Saiyans, that was extremely dangerous.
Vegeta ducked under the arm tackle, using his momentum to elbow her exposed side. She was forced backwards by this, but did not fall down. Vegeta had to give her credit. She had to be pretty durable to not crumple from his attack, even if he was holding back. She blindly charged at him again, snarling, attempting to cave Vegeta's chest in with every punch she threw.
He didn't know how, but a wildly thrown punch glanced off his face, the exact same side she had punched earlier.
In a momentary bout of anger, he backhanded her. This caused her to be launched backwards, all the way across the room in fact, to collide with the wall, crashing through it. Parts of the wall above collapsed over top of her.
Vegeta stayed on guard for a brief moment, but nothing else happened. He turned his head to his mother and the guards, who had been watching the brief skirmish warily, before he strided over to the crash site. The woman was apparently knocked unconscious and looked relatively more calm as opposed to the crazed look in her eyes from only moments ago. He found it odd that she didn't seem to be very injured at all, even from where he had struck her.
"Who is this?" Vegeta demanded, pointing at the unconscious Saiyan, but looking directly at Okra.
His mother decided to stubbornly remain silent. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, growing weary of her being difficult.
"Your highness," he ground out heavily, implying he was much more angry than he sounded. His mother looked away from his gaze, before finally dismissing her guards.
"But, your highness," one of them began cautiously. Was it wise to just leave her here with the other two?
"Just go," she asserted. The two guards shared a glance before backing off and leaving the room.
"Well?" Vegeta demanded impatiently, dropping his arm, and keeping a cautious eye on the unconscious woman.
"Her name is Burokori," Okra finally spit out.
Vegeta nearly choked on air. That name...Don't tell me she's related to who I think she is!
"She wouldn't happen to be related to a child named Broly, would she?" Vegeta grumbled, walking toward the steps as he did so and taking a seat.
Okra seemed surprised that he had figured that. "She's his mother, yes," she agreed, her expression betraying that she was hiding something.
Oh joy. He already knew about how his father had ordered Broly and his father, Paragus's executions around the time of his childhood. Now he knew which parent Broly inherited his anger issues from. And come to think of it, he almost lost self control with that backhand. She barely had any injury to show for it.
Vegeta grumbled under his breath, trying to make sense of everything. He was ready to leave this damn planet.
"I'm going to the Science Facilities," he said firmly, standing up and walking past his mother. "And don't try stopping me!"
"Wait! You can't...You can't just leave me here with her!" His mother demanded, watching the unconscious woman scornfully and resisting the impulse to stomp her foot down to get Vegeta's attention.
"What does that have to do with me!? Get your guards to take her somewhere," the prince suggested, still making his way out.
"Damn you, Vegeta!" She snapped viciously, hoping he'd heard her, but she couldn't tell, as he'd just vacated the room.
A/N: ...Nothing much to say about this chapter except, Goku fight scene next chapter.
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