He glanced up to the figures in the skies. So that's where Team Bardock was? A smile formed upon his lips. Good.
All he needed to wait for was now Bardock and his family. He just had to simply stall for more time.
"Hey, you bastard! Don't you dare take your eyes off us!" One of them screamed. "What do you mean by requesting an audience with the King? Are you not aware he is busy right now? What do you mean you have something to show him?!"
"Well, to put simply, I request an audience with your King due to the fact that I have some information regarding the future of Planet Vegeta."
Gasps and shocked murmurs escaped those surrounding them, repeating the words as if they could not believe them, and whether or not he was telling the truth. Debates sprung up from the corners around them, considering or disregarding his words.
"You're lying."
His gaze fell to the calm female elite, Kohlrabi, who spoke those words. "I'm well aware regarding your reservations on believing me, seeing as you have no clue who I am. But no matter what I say, you'll think I'm lying regardless. You'll just have to choose to believe my words and take me to your King."
Discussions escaped once more at his words, some even debating on what that information could be.
Jicama opened his mouth to speak, only for Kohlrabi to hold her hand up to him, a gesture that she would handle the situation. Murmurs escaped once more, now about her. Handpicked by Queen Vegeta? How interesting… She reminded him of Bardock. Her mind was sharp, tactical, and analytical. Exactly like him.
He filed that information away later. "And what that information may be that pertains to Planet Vegeta? Why not tell us, here and now, instead of our King himself?" She raised a challenging brow, her power only rising as caution. "Or are you or whatever force you come from is the calamity that threatens the King and his Army? Are you planning to assassinate the king that would put us into disarray?"
He chuckled, "Good questions. But if I'm taken to the King, I promise you I wouldn't dare attack him. After all, I didn't attack any of you, did I?"
It seemed there was hope for this begotten race, with especially those among the higher ranks of elites.
Murmurs escaped once more, with some agreement. All this time, he never laid a blow on them, evading or utilizing his ki to negate their own attacks. He only ever fought them defensively, the act of deliberately holding out the contest made them wary. After all, the Saiyans had been in conflicts since the Tuffles, and while their power made them dangerous, they also weren't obvious to combat tactics.
Coriander spoke up with a hiss. "Kohlrabi. We cannot trust him! If we bring him to the King, who knows what he will do?!"
She glanced at her fellow Saiyan with an almost indifferent gaze, then to the stranger in front. "Coriander, think. Why would he arrive here and drag out this conflict, especially greeting us? He knows our ranks and seems to know our kind. Acknowledge all possibilities, not just one that suits the situation."
Coriander scowled, "But…" He gritted his teeth as he glared with animosity akin to his brethren.
"Besides, even if he does attack the King…" Her gaze narrowed slightly in the clear warning, and all those within the vicinity, even without the ability to sense ki, could feel the pressure from her. "He'll pay for it dearly and regret his choice to arrive on our homeworld."
He smiled in response. "You have nothing to fear from me then." He glanced around and spoke loudly into the crowd as he could amplify his voice. "I assure you that my intention is pure, Saiyans. I truly do intend to visit your King. Your doubts, understandable as they are, are truly unwarranted. You have my word that I truly desire a visit to your King to speak with him."
Murmurs of disbelief echoed from Saiyan to Saiyan, but there was little they could do. Attacking any longer did not seem to be fruitful and did not help their situation as to why he was here.
As he watched the Saiyans relax, though their tensed postures was indication that they still did not trust him, he honed his ki sense to hone in on the group of Saiyans above, a small frown on his face.
Team Bardock was there, it seemed. But where was Bardock himself? There he was! And was that… the ki signature of Gine, and their children, Raditz and Goku! A smirk on his face formed, and he began to raise his hand.
Immediately, the Saiyans fell into defensive postures, anticipating an attack, narrowing their gazes at him. The higher class Saiyans were more subtle, only the narrowed glares giving him a warning for his foolishness.
And, as Bardock came into view, he smiled, and waved at the team.
"Tora! Shugesh! Fasha! Borgos!"
The group of Saiyans turned to meet the face of their leader. "Bardock! You all right?" Tora looked to his best friend's family. "Hey, Gine." He looked down at Raditz. "Runt."
Gine smiled, though it was an effort to simply keep it up after the frightening situation. "Hey, Tora."
"Fine. One fucking hell of an earthquake though." Bardock looked down. "Who in the blazes is that? Was he the one who caused that shit?"
Tora shrugged, "From what me and the others gathered so far, this hooded guy somehow came onto Planet Vegeta and avoided our detectors and scanners straight out of the sky. He arrived at some point just before the Main Hall and a bunch of Saiyans attacked him."
That must have caused the Main Hall to shake in tremors. But he still had unanswered questions. "Why the hell is he here?"
Shugesh answered it for him. "Says he wants to meet King Vegeta."
"The King? Why the hell?"
"Bardock?"
"Who is he? Is he someone invading Planet Vegeta? If he is, then why the hell would he come here alone and just inform us that? What race is he?"
"Bardock!"
"What?" He turned to Fasha and Borgos pointed. "Is it just me or is he waving at us? And I don't mean anyone else… I mean specifically us."
Bardock turned his sights back onto the man and his breath caught in his throat slightly. He was. He was waving at him, before he gave a nod and saluted him.
All it did was make Bardock clench his stomach.
"What are you doing?"
The voice snapped him back to attention and he smiled at the elites. "Nothing. Just greeting… someone. Shall we go?" He toyed with personally greeting the Saiyan who had yet to realize his importance to his own son later.
After all, he was eager to meet the King and his own son.
King Vegeta did not waste his time with meaningless proclivities or occurrences. Time was valuable to him. And that time was used to solidifying his castle or establishing his race as the dominant force in the cosmos and making sure that his flesh and blood, Vegeta, was given the best of what he could obtain. A sparring room with the high grade controls and level of comfort given at expense. His progeny would be the greatest of his royal bloodline, and once his son grew, he would ensure that nothing would stop him, and that he would gain power as fitting as the Prince of their race and of the royal bloodline that ruled for centuries.
If his time was taken from him, he would demand what occurrence would require his presence. What would take his time, which every bit was valuable to him. He had ordered guards to let the rest of the Saiyan Army know when not to disturb him, and that trespassers, those who would violate his decree, would be dealt with accordingly. Even certain members of the High Class of the Army were given orders to not disturb him.
As his son in the recording continued to spar with the variations of the typical Saibamen at hand, freshly grown from the soil of their planet and experimented with combat enhanced drugs to boost their hostility, one prevailing thought was in his mind as he stared at his own son.
You will grow strong.
As he was watching over the said recording, he pondered on his wife, Queen Vegeta. Temperamental, fiery, and lustful, the Queen was out conquering other habitable worlds of use. They had argued for the best of their flesh and blood and the Army, and so the Queen took to being the Commander of a small unit composed of High Class Saiyans.
"Where are you going?!"
The Queen surreptitiously turned her gaze back, looking her husband in the eyes, black meeting black. "My mate, have you not figured it out already?"
She was referring to the disgrace of their bloodline. Yet they had wiped his name from the Army, the records, his certificate, and he was all but forgotten. "Our son Vegeta is not… him ! Did you not sense his level of power with a scouter?!"
Her eyes were narrowed, yet they shone with the intensity of the Royal Saiyan Bloodline. "So he may be. Do not keep your hopes up, my mate. He may have a high battle power, but our bloodline has been tainted irreversibly with… 'him'." She adjusted the scouter. "If Vegeta proves to be as strong and worthy of our bloodline, then he will continue to lead our people well."
"If not… well… the Army nor our blood has no use for those with no aptitude for battle."
The last he heard of his mate as she began to board for the ship, she turned with a final statement before the ramp closed behind her.
"I also will be taking General Nappa for my expedition, if you aren't in any further need of him. When I do arrive back, I am expecting a full report of Vegeta's progress."
The King knew that there was nothing for him further to do. The Queen's words rang in his head over and over. As he further pondered over it, he knew she was right.
You will become strong.
He thought this as he stared at his son who wiped the remaining Saibamen with a Big Bang Blast.
He returned to his throne, sitting down upon it, until an earthquake erupted, as he could feel it through in his castle. The rumble shook the planet. He had thought nothing of it. The Army returned en masse after a lengthy battle or mission, touching down on a planet with a large quake.
Another rumble, this time more loudly. Then the doors swung open with a loud bang. A Saiyan entered. "My king! My king! You have to come!"
His own personal guards flanked the fool who dared to enter without warning. One had an energy wave charging up in her palm at one side of his head, the other held a fist, also filled with energy, to deliver a devastating punch
King Vegeta strode up. "What is the meaning of this? Who would dare to enter?"
"Thyme, my king! Something important my king! You have to come see it!"
The guard on the right spat at him. "Low class runt! Address your king with the proper greeting!" He punched him down to his knees.
The other guard hissed her own warning. "You dare address your king without respect?!"
Thyme seemed to realize his mistake, for he instantly crumpled. "No! No! My king, I apologize! But it's important! I had to relay this information to you! Forgive my rude interruption!"
King Vegeta strode up. "And what may that be? Speak knave! Before I cut out your tongue!"
Bochoy immediately nodded. "There is something that is far more important, my king! Something has occurred in the Main Hall!"
"Importance of the Main Hall? What may that be?" King Vegeta's eyes narrowed dangerously, his deep voice in a growl. He had in the past had low class fools request his presence, only for more often than not that fool spoke irrelevant, unimportant matters. He and the Queen had dealt with them shortly after.
Thyme twisted his hands together, the spiky hair of his mohawk tipping towards him down at his feet, unsure of how to go about. King Vegeta shook his head. Cowardly. Pathetic. Weak.
"Very well then. Cut out his tongue."
Thyme's eyes widened in terror and he looked up. "No, my king! There is someone… someone who wishes to meet you! He's causing a large ruckus in the Saiyan Main Hall!"
"A filth of lower ranking?"
"No! Its someone not one of our kind! It's someone who doesn't belong here at all! We don't even know how he entered Planet Vegeta's atmosphere at all! But that's not it, my King!"
"That's impossible! The detectors would have sensed him coming from the coast of Planet Vegeta's atmosphere! How did he get past them?!" One of his guards, Naple, assigned to prevent any unauthorized entrance, spoke up, just suddenly freezing in place as realization hit that he had spoken out of place, stepping back shakily as he bowed to his king.
King Vegeta's eyes narrowed, staring at the messenger before him. He glanced at Naple and brushed the apologetic gesture aside. "Speak then."
When the trash below him did not speak, he snarled once more. "Well? What is it?"
Thyme shook in terror once more, and he stepped forward. He was trembling so much so it was as if he would wither away, barely able to stop himself from experiencing this terror before his superior, as he knew that delivering the news to the King would far awaken him into a fury. He had been one of the few first to receive the news that Paragus and his son Broly had been exiled.
"There's somebody who wants to meet you!"
"Who?!" King Vegeta stepped forward.
"I think he is referring to me, King Vegeta."
King Vegeta turned his head to see a tall figure, garbed in robes, speak as he entered the Saiyan Royal Castle, flanked by the elites he knew as they bowed, and when he narrowed his eyes, the entire Saiyan Army, consisting of lower ranks, were also bowing.
"Hello King Vegeta. Let's talk." The figure crossed his arms in a nonchalant gesture of eager laziness.
One could faintly hear a pin drop.