Chapter 102
Growls come from Queen Vegeta as she escapes from Misaki's hold and places an arm around her chest – her breasts sensitive in preparation to lactate for an already dead child. Misaki is quick to apologise for any discomfort caused as it is a regular occurrence with her strength when she hugs people. Queen Vegeta goes to kick out the legs of the opposing ruler. Several quick teleportations occur in rapid succession and she loses her orientation within the training room with her now facing a wall. Ryoko releases Queen Vegeta and wags her finger saying that she does not like aggressive Saiyans. A fist from the Queen then cleanly passes through the now phasing body of Ryoko before she teleports back to Vegeta. Hooking her tail around his becomes an impossible task as she tries and he now knows what it means. She hisses at him that since they shall be exchanging engagement rings and getting her a wedding dress he should not be against this display affection or romantic intent. Vegeta sighs and his tail goes about her own for Ryoko to make a pleased and smug sound.
The training room console boots up. Vegeta frowns to himself at this noise as he does not recall his mother pressing a button on the console. He knows Washu has direct control although even with her hatred of his mother she would not take any dangerous action with Misaki present. Queen Vegeta is inquisitively asking Ryoko about her powers and strange techniques and Ryoko tells that she has taught one Vegeta her gifts and can do so again for a price.
Ryoko gets pulled along by her tail accessory as Vegeta walks over to the main console to check on what it is loading up. His hand goes through the console. This is not metal but a hologram, and not interactive. He barks out an order for it to deactivate. However that is no longer a working console, the mirage of one does not respond and its loading continues. The screen linking his training room to Goku's crackles on unnoticed with his rival acting as confused as he is. Vegeta dashes to Misaki and then to his mother, pauses at her smell, and ensures he has a physical touch to both before concentrating on using Instant Transmission. He can only detect the ki of the other training room and nothing from the world outside. There is no place to teleport to. The tiles about them fade into nothing and the fake console disappears.
Vegeta was not going to entertain Ryoko with a threat of retaliation from Kagato looming overhead and now the trap baited by his mother has been sprung. Darkness engulfs them all.
Together they splash down into a liquid. Vegeta hears more splashes than just his own party as both Goku and Piccolo from their training room get brought with them. All of them bar Misaki start sinking. Her instinct when impacting water is to start treading and swimming. The rest being all reliant on ki attempt to fly. Flight does not come to any of them. Quickly all but one surface. Bubbles stream up from Goku's location as he struggles to get his weighted training clothing off before it drags him into the murky depths. Half undressed he pops up gasping for breath in the darkness. The limits for Ryoko's no touching rule are breached as the lack of light consumes her mind. She clings to Vegeta which does not make treading water any easier. A barrage of pleads come from her for him to go Super Saiyan and with great fury Vegeta has to inform her that he cannot.
No flight comes to any, no transformations can be performed, their ki sensing is picking up nothing and even rudimentary blasts fail; wherever they are and whatever is going on they are devoid of ki. For Kagato is no fool he shall strip them of their greatest weapons. Questions abound from the stranded six in an unseen sea. Prince Vegeta swims closer to Misaki. The liquid they are in is particularly dense and thick, swimming is not as easy as in water but floating is by far, and the main issue that is being realised is the air density. The training room is famous for one thing: artificial gravity. Misaki has strength in her body to swim and keep her head above water however her lungs are flooding all the same with her inability to completely respire the thick and high pressured air. On his back Ryoko begins to cough as the same problem plagues her. The Saiyans find no issue. This is a gravity most natural to them at 10G, and Piccolo faces little difficulty despite of his Namekian physiology.
Vegeta gets an arm around Misaki to aid her swimming so with less exertion she is less likely to asphyxiate on the atmosphere. Looking about is blackness, he can hear the others about which are the sounds of splashing and grunts before both Goku and Piccolo identify themselves and their nature as friends to stave off Queen Vegeta who had begun attacking them in the confusing darkness. Over his shoulder Vegeta can feel Ryoko holding one hand out and desperately trying to spawn a flare of red. He tells her that if her breathing becomes too difficult for her this day of her date is going to contain a prolonged kiss with her prince as he can use his lungs and his mouth to force air in and out of her lungs. The same offer is left unsaid for Misaki – it is doable though difficult for him to breathe for both of them.
Sunlight bursts out overhead. A sudden dawn emerges and the star ahead veers into a position for late morning. Shudders of relief come from Ryoko and her fingernails digging into Vegeta's flesh relent. Queen Vegeta immediately dives at this sight of light to break vision with any enemies that may be targetting her. The sea they are in is of a navy blue almost black, the sky above is red and on the horizon is a coast with the skyline of a lofty city behind. For now there is a destination. Together the group swims to shore with Goku taking Misaki from Vegeta to even the load. Queen Vegeta sips the ocean water – a painfully salty and metallic flavour – and smiles to herself as she races to be first ashore.
Mere minutes is all it takes for the party to get to the shoreline where Queen Vegeta dashes several pebbles along the rocky beach to check for any kind of trap or alarm. Nothing happens. They do not assume it to be safe but a certain level of Saiyan pride in not acting with fear drives the Vegetas to exit the ocean and Goku follows suite. Being a fusion of three Namekians yields great strength to Piccolo and he steps onto a 10G land with no hassle for his body. Issues with the women begin to multiply. Misaki has had one prior experience with high gravity in this training room and it did not end well, there is no supportive liquid here. Circulation is failing for either woman, balance is hard to find and maintain and the pressure on their feet and joints is painful on top of the very air conspiring to do them in. Vegeta has Ryoko sit and then lay down away from the waves. A larger surface area to spread her increased weight and her body at a level plane with her heart for blood flow eases her anatomical failings. Misaki is eased down too aside Ryoko. Gravity is not a problem they can solve without ki.
In an instant every article of clothing and item on their person fades out of existence. Clothing is a detriment when swimming and now that they have left that hazard Kagato has literally stripped them of any defence or foreign object in his arena. Nudity does not mean anything to an asexual Namekian. Several whorls of healed laser blasts are revealed on the torso and chest of Queen Vegeta. She does not care that she is naked, she does not care that her son is naked, she does take some interest in observing the revealed body of Goku for more information on her potential mating partner. Neither Misaki nor Ryoko are thrilled at becoming naked, the Queen of Jurai covers herself with her hands as best she can and the pirate enjoys the view of her prince since he can do the same in turn.
A knee smashes into Goku's temple. Blows rain down on the surprised Saiyan as Queen Vegeta utilises this advantageous position she has. There is no ki to be had here, without ki these other Saiyans hold no monstrous power over her. She shall have revenge against him disgracing her by refusing her as a mate. Viciously she strikes out with Goku on the back foot as Queen Vegeta's pheromones prevent him from putting up too great a defence. In the heat of melee she uses this distraction to turn about and stomp down. Misaki's prone form is saved from this attempted assassination as Piccolo tackles Queen Vegeta to the floor. No Saiyan pheromones prevent him from acting. Before she knows it she is pinned in the gravel of the beach with her limbs locked as her tail wildly flails about.
The strength of ki has left these fighters. Their physical strength that they have not been remiss to grow is ever present, as are their talents and prowess. Goku is uninjured from most of her attacks and bounces back up to his feet. Her status of underdog has not been removed.
"The hell do you think you're doing? I did not know Saiyans of the past were in preference of handing victory to their enemies, think a little or is your mind as weak as your body? This simulation activated the moment Misaki entered the training room. Do not go killing Kagato's target." Vegeta growls, standing over his mother.
"Kagato the Tuffle? That interests me to learn there is more Tuffle blood to be spilt. If he is wise enough to align his wants with my own then I see no problem. You hold a vested interest in this Juraian's life. Why? You spoke of not needing to kill them however that is not the same as withholding their death from me."
"Your Vegey's a greedy boy. He's playing around with other girls than just me, Missy's daughter the royal pain Ayeka. So he can't have someone slaughtering Jurai, 'cos I sure as hell tried before you came along." From the floor Ryoko explains the romantic triangle so that she does not have to hear Vegeta speak it. Looking across to the Queen she sees a smile directed at her.
"Then I should be commending you on aiding my war effort that my failure of a son does not want to win. I do hope that when the onslaught begins all of you shall dirty your hands accordingly with Tuffle blood. Then at least I might have some food."
An interrogation begins of the pinned monarch. She obligingly answers and provides what intelligence she can to her would-be comrades in arms. From the sky to the sea to the gravity she recognises this familiar scene well. This is a Tuffle landscape. The city they are on the outskirts of is a small one on the planet she captured before it was destroyed. She is harsh and insulting to the Saiyans who do not even recognise their home planet – where the swift rebuke comes from Vegeta that their home is the new planet Earth they have taken. In theory it makes sense that Kagato wanting revenge would want to recreate his people's defeat and twist it into a victory wielded against his powerless foes. Goku and Vegeta have only the outlier value of Washu for a representation of a Tuffle, they question Queen Vegeta on what they can expect and how they fight. The Queen sighs and says that it would be wise for them first to unhand her and get off the beach to find cover to discuss this in a safer place.
Ryoko makes a joke that later on during their date she was going to press to see how far she could press physical intimacy with Vegeta to judge her recovery as he lifts her in his arms to carry her against the gravity she is struggling against. With an excess of strength compared to Ryoko, Misaki is capable of standing yet requires the assistance of Piccolo – since he is not a naked male – as a crutch to balance her impeded movements. Stealth comes as an afterthought with Queen Vegeta leading the way. If the Tuffles know that they are here then with their advanced technology their position will always be known. Following five minutes of walking into the coastal suburbs they stop at what Queen Vegeta knows to be a type of Tuffle food shop.
Having not eaten since prior to her death over 40 years ago Queen Vegeta is eager to find some nutrition. The insides of the building are bare for all but furniture. Kagato has stripped the landscape of far more than just their clothes. No inhabitants, no wild animals, so far all they have encountered are derelict buildings. Misaki gets set down visibly exhausted and questions if there are any curtains or fabrics that can be worn – and there are not.
"Queen Misaki? If I am remembering Jurai correctly then their strongest warrior was some fighter in tournaments. Compared to them how strong would you say you are?" The other Queen wants to learn of her allies in whatever trap they are in, if they are to fight together then she needs to know if she can depend on her flanks being covered.
"... Funnily enough, equally so. …" Misaki pants to catch her failing breath. "The tournament champion is myself. … I can tell what you are thinking. No, I never fought in our war. If you want … to call me a coward or whatnot then so be it for I am no soldier, I do not enjoy causing hurt."
"Welcome to war then. I do hope you understand your dishonour fully for never aiding your people as we and the rest of Frieza's forces tore through them. Myself and m-my King were always on the front line, though you lesser races and your strange cultures do tend to shy from competent leaders actually leading. … Prince, you shall kill here will you not?"
"In this training room I have maimed and slaughtered countless simulations, I can treat this no different to others depending on our foe. Kagato already knows the outcome of Saiyans being let loose against the weak Tuffles, even without ki."
Queen Vegeta nods, pleased with that response. She goes to check the plumbing of the building and no water comes from any tap. Kagato's victory could easily come from dehydration before a foe finishes them and she would not put such treachery past Tuffle tactics. Without asking she can decipher Kagato's base motives for attacking, whether there is more to this than revenge she does not care for. She grunts as she begins ripping out the water pipes to investigate any possible residue of drinkable water.
A probing hand rests on Vegeta's chest. Ryoko holds a small smile on her face as she says that she is feeling cold without her clothes and wants to be tenderly held to warm up. They are both naked. This is not a move Vegeta is going to relent to. Matter-of-factly he explains that due to her failing circulation blood is not reaching her extremities and causing her to feel cold. She coos that Ayeka is not here and gets a sharp glare from Misaki as Ryoko's eyes freely roam all of Prince Vegeta. With a blush she remarks that their small touching sessions for the mind reading must have helped her around his body and pokes his nose.
No survival basics are about as Queen Vegeta returns from a short jaunt around the surrounding buildings. Holed up here with no plan she scowls and her stomach loudly growls. Her metabolism is burning. Goku chuckles to himself at her tummy rumbling and pats his abdominals saying even after breakfast he could do with some food. Queen Vegeta immediately takes an interest that Goku is instigating conversation with her. As situations go it is quite dire there being no food for 3 adult Saiyans. There is one thing she can do to help. It is debasing but equally so is death or letting this Super Saiyan 3 slip through her fingers.
"My need is greater than all others here for sustenance. I am not pulling rank, though I could, but all food I have priority over. This is likely to leave all of you without, however … Kakarot, if you were on death's door due to starvation then given you swearing fealty to your Queen and knowingly making the binding pact with me for us to become mated partners then and only then will only you be able to partake - partake of the food I am making." With an authoritative tone she barks at Goku and confuses him.
Piccolo does not understand what she is referring to either. A food with lethally high calorific content can be ready and supplied given proper stimulation. Her breasts are tender. Saiyan milk is her natural food source she can give. It is not a sexual request for her to him, it is not her mating season and those thoughts are beneath her, if her mate is possibly dying she has a way of staving off his end. Pragmatism from her side drops an awkward silence on everyone else. Her need for food is extremely high as her body burns away her own energy in preparation for lactation. Misaki speaks that she is sure that Washu and her family are doing all they can to rescue them and trusts that they will avoid that eventuality.
There is nothing for them here. Exploration is the only route available to them and these Saiyans are restless to meet the challenge being posed to them. Queen Vegeta quickly scampers out the door to an opposing doorway and has no thought to worry about helping the two other women unable to move properly. Vegeta and Ryoko go next following her lead.
From the corner of their eyes a glint of light shines far off in the distance. Instincts kick in. Vegeta's first thought is to push Ryoko away from harm. His second thought is more logical and overrides his motions as it is to safely move Ryoko out of the way without flinging her helpless body careening into a building. This momentary hesitation shows. He dives to the floor with her beneath him. His reflexes and dodging are great. In spite of this, Vegeta is no longer faster than a laser. Silently the shot blasts through the scene and scorches through the buildings behind them.
His tail firmly about her waist securing her he crouches over the winded form of Ryoko to shield her with his body and grimaces through the pain. Ryoko recovers from a fall at 10G and her arms defensively coil around Vegeta and pull him closer to her and the ground. One of her arms feels a scalding heat.
"A few more inches and I'd be back in Hell." Vegeta coughs out this growl.
Three inches in diameter is the bored hole in his right shoulder. That joint is non-existent. Limply his right arm hangs by what muscles survives. The laser wound smokes.
As Vegeta moves out of discomfort from the pain, Ryoko seeing this shot he took for her feels something. Her body tenses and a wave of fear and disgust rise through her body.
"... Less then that and you'd also be in Heaven." Her voice is quiet and contains no joke. Fear is within her. Falling naked together has almost accomplished what he began during his mating season.
Hips meet as they lay entwined arms around each other. Vegeta is not listening to the almost silent plea of Ryoko. He has been shot and there are priorities in his mind that do not concern the state of dress of them or what part of them is touching where. With his one working arm he goes to crawl and move them out of the line of fire. This act of movement is not one Ryoko is keen on. Thoughts go out to get him to stop and the idea of biting him is prominent in her mind if only due to Ayeka's success in its use in warding Vegeta's advances off. Instead she pushes when his left arm is off the floor to move them and grapples about him so that their position is reversed. In a far safer position she sits astride his stomach with her cyan hair framing his face.
"I'm the one who can heal. I take the bullets." Ryoko's voice has more volume now as she defends Vegeta. There is a redness on her face matched by an unease in her gut.
Half the distance to the soaring building where the shot came from has been covered. Having sheared the nearest door in half Queen Vegeta keeps low and runs to engage this unseen foe. She keeps her path and movements erratic and knowingly dodges at the times automated Tuffle guns are likely to fire. With a swirling hammer throw she launches one after another the severed door parts to crash into the sniper's nest. There was no second shot which unnerves her. By her side is Goku rushing forth partly to take down the enemy but more so to keep pace with the Queen and prevent her murdering everyone she comes across. Queen Vegeta takes his accompaniment of her in a positive light – fighting together is the main way for Saiyans to deepen bonds.
She goes to leap at the building to begin scaling its side. One gigantic creak and shudder rips through the city and waters boil in the ocean. Buildings are trembling and gales rip at the air. Misaki and Ryoko find breath again. The gravity has been lowered to that of Earth's. Washu is taking back control of her simulation piece by piece – she already had back doors to remotely activate the gravity making it the easiest starting point. Queen Vegeta careens wildly through the air with her trajectory altered by the gravity and entirely misses the building she is aiming for. Piccolo lets Misaki stand by herself in the doorway of the food shop as he goes to aid Goku since he is alone in being able to stop her attacks.
Dizziness sweeps into the skulls of both Ryoko and Misaki as huge quantities of oxygen flood them. With his one working arm Vegeta swats at the ground in a kind of backstroke and easily moves both him and the woman mounted on him to the doorway Misaki woozily stands in. Being down an arm is not a good start to a battle. No vital organs were hit so for now he is as fine as he can be. He lifts Ryoko off him as he stands and gives her a quick slap on her posterior to please, confuse and more importantly silence her.
Shouted insults come from the Queen as she rips out chunks of glass and masonry as she ascends the tower, calling it a great blasphemy for this representation of her planet to have such pitiful gravity to allow weaklings to walk upon her soil. Goku and Piccolo are at the window where the sniper was before herself. A futuristic rifle with a mounted digital scope lies in the rubble. Drops of blood track across the floor and Piccolo's enhanced hearing is not needed to find their assailants. Queen Vegeta is quick to bark out a warning to not touch the Tuffle gun as they trap their weapons with alarms, sedatives or worse if an unregistered user picks it up. Her eyes focus on the source of the sound. Through several walls she can sense where to strike. Piccolo lowers a barring arm before her which she is quick to hit in the elbow to hopefully break. Namekian physiology with elastic limbs does not offer her such an opportunity. Goku walks forward unimpeded. Queen Vegeta questions Piccolo on his true power level to ascertain if she can take any revenge against him outside of here – she cannot as he holds power akin to a Super Saiyan.
Huddled in the far corner of the floor of this building behind an upturned table are two pre-teen, pink haired girls. Terrified and wounded they hold onto one another and cower at this muscle bound and naked man approaching. One girl is visibly younger than the other by a few years and is in pain from several broken fingers. The elder bleeds from shallow lacerations on her hands and her head. This is where the trail ends - two scared girls.
A commotion of raised voices comes from behind Goku and Queen Vegeta is quick on the scene being escorted by Piccolo. Her eyes look at the helpless children and glance to the one with an injured hand and then walks on off examining and inspecting other rooms, hiding places and exits. Her search turns up nothing and to intimidate her captives and vent her frustration she crushes part of a wall in sight of the girls. By this time Prince Vegeta and his party have arrived – he would have been quicker if he could touch and carry the two women with him. He looks at the girls and growls that these were the ones to shoot and injure him.
"Clown is the apt word for such a ridiculous statement. Look at these wretches, more vermin for me to exterminate eventually. Children cannot hold Tuffle weapons. What we have here are prisoners not assassins. I say we torture them for information and whichever gives in first becomes the expendable one for food when the time comes." Queen Vegeta tuts and shakes her head. The Tuffle safety regulations on weapons that prevent enemies from seizing their guns also prevents any accidents with underage children using firearms. Wherever their shooter is it is not here.
Misaki upon hearing those words dives over the children and blankets them with herself. She glowers up at the opposing queen and reprimands her for voicing such vile threats to children and states that she shall not allow a hair on their head to be harmed. Her maternal instincts are kicking in. If these are not the shooter then they have no reason to harm them and an unknown enemy is still at large. Queen Vegeta is disinterested at this unwanted display of emotions and takes a few steps back to look at the destruction caused by the door she threw and the only tracks leading here.
"I do ever so like it when prey try to show what they think are fangs. You have admitted it yourself though, you are a stranger to war, and also a stranger to this world which I just so happen to be the ruler of. Kagato is replicating a war that I have won, it is in your interest to listen. We have no supplies to take care of hostages. For all we know they are a trap laid by our shooter. At best I can compromise that their lives shall not be ended until I find a safe enough spot and the provisions to begin a fire for cooking." Emotion holds no place in the logic of Queen Vegeta's decision. She smiles at Misaki with no warmth – wanting to attack but knowing of the several defenders she has.
"I will not allow this! In my presence you will not threaten monstrous obscenities to these children. Are you not a mother yourself? How could you so easily speak savagery of a high degree, … to- to contemplate vile thoughts of cannibalism."
"It truly bores me to hold the same arguments time and time again when lesser races do not hold to Saiyan wisdom. Cannibalism is a grave offence, yet these are not my species so it is no different than eating cattle. ... Though Tuffle taste is barely palatable. My status as a mother means nothing here. If you think it would birth sympathy from myself you should recall that my generosity in nurturing my last child in my own womb was repaid with a … shameful end. Prince Vegeta, with your prestigious number of kills under your own tail could I assume that some of them have also led to-"
"There have been rare cases where the planet my mission was on held inedible supplies and in contrast an edible population already massacred. Though with Tuffles knowing of Saiyan proclivities would they not have a countermeasure to prevent us desecrating their remains? Some poison or nanobots harmless to them and fatal to us in their bloodstream?" Saiyan stomachs are masters not oft refused. He sees the greater evil in his killings rather this garnish of what happened to the corpses. Survival begets cruelty. He always however used that as a last resort, risks are plentiful and here the risks can be immeasurable with how much Kagato has altered the reality of this simulation.
"The chance of poison holds more victory than the inevitable starvation. All of this of course assuming there is no food source for these Tuffles. Now, Misaki, by what means are you going to ensure those brats now under your protection do not escape us? Be quick in thinking of some bindings or else I shall have Prince Vegeta break one of their knees.
As what she deems to be a great act of compromise and understanding Queen Vegeta allows for these children to not be killed on the spot. Her eyes linger on the younger child. She then looks back to her son and Prince Vegeta nods in agreement. Misaki is taken aback for a moment at her daughter's fiancée's agreement in this and then she sees again the debilitating wound in his shoulder. He can and shall repay an inoperable limb in kind. Misaki however has nothing about her to restrain these girls beyond physical strength and even then she is well aware of her behaviour towards children and how she is likely to drop her guard about them.
"Missy, braid their hair together. Can't run like that." Ryoko chimes in from the background. Bondage she abhors but only for herself. This should work as an interim and keep her from having to watch her lover remorselessly cripple children.
Queen Misaki eagerly nods at this solution – and shows adept skill in this from a few experiences of doing the like with her own daughters. She keeps it loose enough that they are comfortable and have some limited movement but otherwise escape in this state would be problematic. As she braids their hair she soothes and calms the girls. She wants to help their wounds but there is nothing they have to aid in this.
One, two, three and then four slim fingers find themselves cautiously resting in the hole at the top of Vegeta's left arm. His tail is wrapped about him and he sternly turns his head to Ryoko. Her fingers retract and she places them in the mirror image of his injury on her body. She doubts her arm would be attached, if the laser had struck her in the same place.
"You ain't allowed to die from that." Ryoko worries as she wags a finger at him.
"Please, as if a shot here could down any Saiyan. I've had worse wounds from training."
"Acting like you got this under control? Vegey, we almost had quite the incident. Being a hero and saving me is awesome and sure I'll reward you but ask first before claiming your reward. … Shit, makes me feel like Ayeka with this but a kiss is about all I can manage for ya since the prince-ling is still out to play." She holds deep gratitude for him taking a shot for her, her reservations around intimacy remain. Her wagging finger lowers and imitates the front facing tail of Vegeta that she felt resting against her pelvis earlier.
"I have owed you an arm for a while, think nothing of it and keep your mind focused away from my genitals whilst we are in battle."
Vegeta feels an additional set of eyes on him and his eyebrows naturally furrow. His head turns further to see his eternal rival watching and observing him. With a growl Vegeta states that the privacy he offers Goku around his love life should be reciprocated and not to eavesdrop on conversations. Goku smiles and plainly says that he was watching him to try and pick up tips in how to handle needy women since his wife has become overly possessive during her pregnancy. Ryoko glares at him for this insult towards her as being 'needy' - one she cannot rightly deny with her love for attention.
"As a Saiyan your taste in women should fall towards those of great independence. A needy woman you say your 'wife' has become. It is with pleasure that I can safely say that as Vegeta, Queen of all Saiyans, I suffer from no such failing." Queen Vegeta smugly smiles at Goku from across the room.
With that discussion going on and Goku being unmoved by Queen Vegeta's attempts, Misaki continues mothering these two children. A strange and fairly tall naked woman is hugging them which at best does not lend itself to immediate trust. Dropping into Juraian, Archaic Juraian and the few scraps of the Tuffle language she learnt from Washu she tries to see if other tongues get more response from the girls. As a mother she does note one peculiarity in that the older girl here is acting more reliant and dependent on the younger. She does manage to somewhat quiet down their terror. Then Ryoko is tapping her shoulder. The pirate is ready to thieve. Those girls are clothed and she is not, she wants that inequality fixed. Either the white trousers the eldest is wearing or her underwear will suit Ryoko, she does not want for both.
"Prince Vegeta, is your intended partner simple? Woman, you cannot fit into children's clothing." A scoffing remark comes from the proudly naked muscled monarch.
Ryoko goes off to sulk as she is wanting something to cover her before any more mistakes with Vegeta occur, and to cover both herself and himself up before she has an attack over his mating season. Queen Vegeta also points out that Misaki is terrible at interrogations and offers to take over in getting information from these blue eyed and pink haired girls. This threat does appear to spark motivation in them to cooperate. Misaki gets the eldest to whisper her and her sister's name – for they are actually siblings – into her ear.
Jurai's Queen goes pale. She stutters as she asks for them to confirm and repeat. Then she follows on by giving a name back and the eldest responds with an enthusiastic nod that the name spoken is that of her father.
"Minami, Mikami, daughters of Mikumo?" Misaki hesitantly repeats with audible dread.
The eldest nods again whilst the youngest warily eyes this Juraian who is acting like she recognises them. Misaki's breath catches. It all clicks into place now. She knows what Kagato is after. It is grossly repulsive that she is being involved in such hateful spite.
"... You need no longer concern yourself that I am the priority of the vile Kagato. He- it-it … . By Tsunami's grace he shall pay for this. These girls were-are Washu's grandchildren. H-he wants us to slaughter her family, that is why we face Tuffles. He wishes for us to destroy Washu for him. The demon, we cannot and shall not attack." Righteous anger stains her voice. It hurts her kind soul to speak of this evil.
Queen Vegeta's face splits asunder into a wide and joyous grin. Giggles come from her. For all her history with Tuffles she never was privy to the knowledge of Washu having descendants. Many of her relatives and kin died on that planet-wide battlefield. She pauses and looks to her own offspring. Prince Vegeta is tense. This is a terrible revelation and the grinning Queen looking at him makes it all the worse. Washu is 20,000 years old. She said family members of hers were killed by Queen Vegeta. Lineage from her maturity to the extinction of Tuffle-kind exits. With ki he has wiped out that many foes at once. Without he is having trouble doing the vast multiplication over millennia to estimate the span of her estranged bloodline. Through basic doubling every generation that number is in great excess of his own kill count, luckily that is not how population growth works.
"But our grandmas aren't called Washu?" Minami, the eldest sibling, responds in confusion and fear with the scary lady laughing at them with hunger in her eyes.
At this Misaki's heart wrenches. The forever secret that haunts Washu keeps her distanced from all of her family. Her growing distance from her own daughter pains her enough that she cannot imagine the torture this has been to Washu since long before even Seto's birth. She firmly restates that these children are not to be harmed and stares at the rival queen. Goku takes a similar stance and steps between the royal women. He explains to Queen Vegeta that without Washu they would not have their training rooms, that she is incredibly useful and without her they have no hope of tracking down their mutual enemy of Kagato. Prince Vegeta injects that their training rooms also require regular maintenance and so if they make an enemy of Washu here they shall forever lose the functionality of their training rooms.
"Give me a reason why the butcher Washu is aiding you and why you trust that conniving Tuffle so that you entrust yourselves to these training rooms?" Them having a need for Washu is not something the ruling Saiyan likes. Having been at war with the Tuffle faction for a decade she is not willing to hand out trust to one of the most notorious Tuffles. "What difference does it make as to who these machinations represent? They are simulations, are they not? Her real family are dead, it is not even murder to have ourselves some fun and actually fight this battle set before us."
To that her son has only empty words and hollow lies to contradict her statement. Washu has hardly been obedient to him and has threatened his life, and as for killing simulations he has already confessed to having no qualms over it. Goku goes one further and tells the Queen that his son is working for Washu, directly aiding her. A growl comes from Queen Vegeta. Goku mischievously grins and says to her that he does not like mindless killers. Queen Vegeta pauses and clicks her tongue at this obvious ploy to manipulate her through her want of him. Carrying on his plan, Goku speaks of Washu having won over his trust by offering massive support to his wife and to their unborn child – and of possibly aiding in its conception.
"Washu is allied to us, and a servant whose life I own, due to us being the best and of her having no chance at life as anything but. If she never offered friendship to yourself then what does that say of your Saiyan might? I have hurt her, I have saved her life, and right now she is our one chance of breaking out of this trap. She is of far more use to me than you."
"Out to the hell where I am nothing but a speck of dust to you? Where all my life is undone? Compared to this paradise of my battle ever continued and countless more Tuffle lives to harvest … If Kagato is a fool enough to think me not above those low levels of thought then you have nothing to worry about in this trap. Unless I get out then I cannot ascend to Super Saiyan. For now they can live. Maim or injure one so at least we pose as a threat to our hostages."
Prince Vegeta strides towards the two girls and Misaki. The Juraian shakes her head at him and says that they have no need to hurt their prisoners. Vegeta reaches past and rips off the sleeve of the eldest's white jacket and rests it over his shoulder. He sets about ripping and tying the fabric around his wound as he barks to his mother that the girls already wear wounds from their apprehension and they do not need to add any more to dissuade any other Tuffles. Queen Vegeta is not listening. She sees that Goku is watching the other Vegeta and springs forth. Her elbow comes inches from the back of Goku's head as he calmly catches it. Goku remarks he knows to keep his guard up around Vegetas as she starts kicking at him. A green arm stretches from the shadows of the room and knocks her off balance to the floor.
"Never-mind the kids being prisoners, I say it's you we need to be alert to. Bindings for you I'd prefer, otherwise I'm gonna be busy as the only one able to fight you." Piccolo huffs, his arm retracting and crossing with the other.
Casually Queen Vegeta sits up, glaring at this interfering Namekian and calmly dares him to try and restrain her. She is the one in the know about all things Tuffle and their manner of warfare. She stands and responds that the children are to be kept close by at all times even if they are engaged in battle. Before Misaki or anyone else can raise their voice in disagreement she points and strokes at the arm and side of her body coated in healed burns.
"Maybe Saiyan children they are fine with dumping napalm on, I hope that if they are close it will stay their hand to the damned weapons they have. Chemical agents, acoustic, biological based, radioactive, incendiary – all their fun toys can stay in their box, since my death I have no need to collect scars."