PRINCE OF VEGETA-SEI: CHAPTER 3 PART 2
In the hours that the royals had been introduced to the Head, the pupils went around school with their usual first lessons had almost begun, and the children were rotating classes, chatting loudly and conversing about who threw the biggest Ki ball in Ki Control class.
The five children were progressing through the enormous halls of the school. This part of the building was to show visitors the founding members of the school, and a brief notice of who they were.
One, in particular, was of a 10 metre high painting of a dignified-looking saiyan. Extravagant robes coated the noble and a bright red cape outlined with Aureolin yellow topped off the look. In his hand, a solid gold dagger illuminated the painting, and stood out from the dim and darkened complexion. A jagged scar stretched across from his forehead to his cheek on the right. His right eyelid was scarred shut.
Kakarot had refrained from dragging his eldest brother around the hallways, and peered curiously at the enormous work of art. He took note of the scar, and the gold dagger. The man's crop of hair was shaped like the king's, only shorter. His hair was a dark grey, and a beard was visible.
Wait a second, Kakarot thought. I've seen that dagger somewhere. His eyes trailed back to the hairstyle, and back to the weapon.
I saw that dagger when father showed me the treasure vault last year, he reminisced. And only the royals of our planet have this hairstyle... he reached up to pull a strand of his own hair.
Turning to Raditz, he pointed at the painting. "Who's that? And where did he get that dagger from?"
The eldest Sanzo was happy to answer. "That's King Toran the Fourth," he responded. "He's one of the co-founding members of this school."
A royal ancestor, then. "And the dagger?" Kakarot queried again.
"I-I'm not sure. Snippar, do you know?"
Snippar brought his attention from the painting to the prince. "That dagger has been passed down for many generations. King Toran's grandfather modelled it with his bare hands." The boy grinned. "This king here is your seventh great-grandfather."
Kakarot beamed with pride. A smirk crept onto his face, similar to that of Vegeta's. Admiration and idolization was evident on the young prince's features. Legendary warriors and great kings that live on to be remembered by the public! He glanced back at the painting. That's what Vegeta will be one day. And I'll be by his side.
"Woo-hoo! Hello, Bakarot?"
Kakarot snapped out of his reverie and turned to Vegeta. "O-oh, sorry, I just zoned out for a second."
Vegeta sniggered. "You don't say. Welcome back to the real world, idiot." The crown heir folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, his tail uncoiling from his waist and lashing about wildly. "Now that Kakabrat's back to normal, are we going to continue this tour or not?"
The three pre-teens gulped and nodded. "Of course, your Excellency." they chorused in sync.
Smirking, Vegeta let his tail snake into place around his hips. "Miss Karritonelli, where to next? I'm getting tired of waiting..."
The female warrior took a moment to slide her glasses back up her nose and answer. "We'll be going to see the lunch hall next, then the Ki Control classrooms, then we go back to our lessons. After lunch, we'll go and see the training grounds. There will be a kick-ball match. There were going to be other royals visiting today, and the princes and princesses would've been on the royal team." She paused to breathe. "But it was postponed until next month, as the other noble families are busy."
