Second in Line (Saiyan OC's)

Back-to-back (2)

*Vegeta's POV

Alright, you Earthlings, let's now be clear on one point: you know what and who I am, and I simply don't have to do the same for you. Now let me get into the story.

I don't suppose you haven't known about my family by now, right? My own, as well as my sister's; as well as how my son seems to defer to Bana. In that, well... I guess he's taking quite after me with regards to that child's mother.

How did I come to 'respect' my sister so much, you ask?

First, because she's on top of the sibling ladder. Saiyans look up to the strong, and she is just that to me. On the other hand there's still that clown Kakarot. I'll surpass them both, in terms of raw strength!

Second, and this is a little harder to surpass: Big Sis seems somehow to possess this flair with words in such a way that allows little--if any--opposition. That's what passed in almost one piece down to her son, I gather, putting my son in a similar circumstance.

Tch...

And then there's the blond hair. Such was one in a million among our people, indeed still is now that the home planet is no more. I wonder how that would translate in actual brawls, of which I imagine Big Sis to have had an abundance during her migrating time.

In my own family, I guess I hit a jackpot in somehow managing to hook up with Bulma. That means I need not care too much financially, hence more time for training.

Now, for training, I often did that in our own Gravity Chamber--to which my nephew occasionally came--or out in open air, on whatever field I chance to desire.

Why, I still remember clearly how for almost one week I gave Bana a taste of what it's like to bad-mouth me literally behind my back: that is, by setting the gravity level in the chamber he's training in to my will. After all, like he said, I own the place. Hah! Take that, you little punk!

But, well... to be honest, such trainings were not without problems--in one case it was apparently a mere prank, but nevertheless quite scary.

...Oh, come on, it's not like Saiyans haven't got at least something to fear! You see... *clears throat* ...in this particular case it's got something to do with what you call 'worms'. I realized some of these ticklish creatures were in my training boots and that gave me quite a hard time.

Only much later did I realize that Trunks was the culprit; that was, when I saw him again letting some of those creatures to slither in while smirking.

"J-just don't do it, you little punk; you know I hate those! P-put them out, RIGHT NOW!!"

My voice then must have lacked its usual forceful vigor, for he just grinned mischievously.

"Oops, looks like it couldn't work the same way again~ Heh heh..."

"Trunks, please, I'm warning you..."

He stood up. "Really Dad, you're a full-grown Saiyan, scared by something like this--" he held up one of those creatures, which, dangling in his pinch as it was, tried to wriggle away.

I was very close to blowing the entire house away if it wasn't for Bulma preventing me at the last second.

Seriously, when the heck did he begin mimicking that Bana?! I should really see Big Sis about this...

Nevertheless, after a relaxed taking of grounding in his room for an entire day, Trunks saw to it that the same incident was never repeated.

For the rest, I trained and trained--but for today saw fit to take a break.

[BUZZ...]

My wife's cell-phone left on the table across the TV again vibrated, and I happened to pass by. Seeing the caller's name, I tensed.

Big Sis... she's calling again..? As if she read my mind, but perhaps just another womanly chat if it's intended for Bulma's ears.

Let's figure out...

"What's up. Vegeta speaking."

"What, it's you directly?" the voice sounded very surprised. "How odd, for you to receive this call quite normally. Got some social improvements as well, eh, it seems?"

"Shut up. My wife's not around, that's all. Why the call, now?"

"Since it's you, I need not go about the usual twists. Remember how last time I mentioned 'bout sparring, Vege? Thought we need to talk about this more seriously now that we're alone on the line. Will you?"

"...I suppose you won't take a No on that, am I right? Why bother?"

"Come on, I just had to ask. Always good to remember your manners, Prince."

"Get to the bottom line! You wish to dance with me, is that it?!"

"Yes, well, better give me an amusing one since I believe you trained like no other since that last incident with the big red octopus... *snickers *...and for the record, you're sounding just like my son."

...

...Come to think of it, Trunks had indeed been out longer than he ought to be today. Better get to him later.

"When and where?"

"You're the challenged, you decide. Call back when you have. Bye now~"

...

...Crap. I didn't even manage to get my thoughts on Bana just now. Oh well.

***

"I'm home~"

"There you are, Trunks. Why the lag..?"

Hm? It's just me or is my son slightly paler?

Trunks held up his hand.

"Spare me, Dad... just been talked into the spar after all."

"...Talk."

"See, today I took Bana to two houses--those of Gohan and his dad. Got a promise 'bout that, anyway. Well, we didn't get to see both hosts; Gohan 'cause he's taking care of his wife, and his dad was away for further training just like you usually do."

"As expected of Kakarot. Well?"

"Well, you know, that Bana simply would not get back on a promise to or from him, this I just figured out along the way; so he turned on me and insisted I must play to the deal's end. We're dead fixed for the spar, and that's tomorrow. Mind if I go, Dad?"

I gulped.

"...Well, son, looks like we're on the same boat."

"...Eh?"

"His mother just phoned in for the same thing, and she's just as stubborn. Guess it's a Saiyan family match, then."

"Not good..." he covered his face with one hand. "What to do?"

"Good side is, we're given free hand to decide the where; and I say we go to that wasteland again."

"...Well, there's some good news. That's my turf!"

"Glad to hear. I've been there too; but let's not get too cocky. What we're facing is on different tiers, could be."

"You tell me. Better get enough rest now--"

"Oh, not so fast." I tugged on the back of his shirt. "Into the Gravity Room later. Won't wanna be caught napping. Clear?"

"Relax, I'll be there."

***

Again, any predictions as to the spar's outcome? :D