"What have you done to Broly?" Kakarot charged. His nemesis stood not more than ten feet away, clad in rather unprotective armour and with an air of arrogant nobility about him. The smaller warrior tightened his muscles until the veins in his arms looked ready to burst.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Your Royal Highness," Tatsoi greeted, bowing mockingly. "I have barely done anything to the kid here," the bully gestured towards said child and then continued, "Long story short, we played hide and seek... and we found him."
"You ripped his tail off!"
"Who are you to tell me what my rights are, you little snot? My father makes the rules around here," he picked the battered and bruised boy by the scruff of his neck, "and he says all older, stronger students have the authority to spar with the younger. You're in the wrong place to tell me what to do."
"And you should rethink your attitude towards me," Kakarot retorted. "Is that any way to talk to your Prince?"
Tatsoi's comrades had stayed silent during the whole ordeal. "Why should we show you any respect?" Collia joined in on taunting the royal. "Judging by your power level, I'd say you have to show respect to us."
"That's right," Tatsoi agreed.
Papyrus could sense the royal's growing anger and hatred for his two friends. He marched over to them from his resting spot, placing his hands on their shoulders. Things would go from bad to worse if they didn't stop.
"Why don't we all just calm down?" Papyrus hastily suggested. He was in no rush to die, and he certainly didn't want to face the King's wrath if anything happened to the second-born Prince.
Despite Papyrus' attempt to clear the tension, Kakarot's pride was hurt by the pair's snide comments. "You clearly haven't had any lessons on etiquette," he scorned. "I pity you. Maybe you would have known what to do when in the presence of royalty."
Collia tensed. "We only show loyalty to our future sovereign and ruler. Prince Vegeta, the heir apparent, is going to be king, not you. We don't have to bow to a prince on the sidelines."
Now you've gone and done it, Papyrus sighed in his mind.Now we'll all be killed.
"Listen here, you bitch," the boy swore. "I'm not taking any of your nonsense." the insults and Tatsoi's rudeness had severely irked the royal.
The girl was unaffected. "Ooh, such big words coming from such a low-life. I bet you're not even royal. Maybe you're not even a Saiyan. Where did you come from?"
"Yeah, how old are you, six?" Tatsoi inquired. "No kid should swear like that."
Kakarot suppressed the urge to pound the insolent bullies into the ground and forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath and spoke again. "Why did you do it, Tatsoi? Why?"
The son of the Head snickered. "Why did I do what? I'm not going to talk to you if you can't bother explaining yourself."
The Prince of Vegeta-sei and Körn snarled in response, sick of Tatsoi's insolent behaviour. "Why did you tear off his tail?" he demanded, fed up. "Why remove the only part that makes us who we are for no reason?"
"Oh, I have a reason alright." the arrogant teenager dropped Broly back onto the ground, only to seize him again by the hair. "Someone needs to show these people howweakthey are."
"Correct," Collia mused. "This planet is littered with low levels. They don't deserve tails." Beside her, Papyrus snorted and crossed his arms.
"You can go ahead and die if you like," he grumbled, "But I'm not playing your little game anymore." He dusted his hands and started to walk away. "I'm going to find the Headmaster." and with that he stormed out of the stadium, the double doors swinging.
