Second in Line (Saiyan OC's)

The second dance: Encounter

*3rd POV

Spar Day.

From the beginning, Trunks treated this day like a possibly life-changing one: he spent more time than habitual in front of the bathroom mirror, rubbed his small but well-built body ("the fruit of training!" his father once so proudly proclaimed) thrice in place of the usual twice; and ate his breakfast in a noted solemn manner.

"...Is it just me, or you do seem to enjoy the food for once, Trunks?" his mother had inquired with squinted eyes, lost in avid curiosity.

"*Gulps* Yep. Might be my last. Dad's as well."

Bulma had laughed it off, perhaps not yet realizing that her son was quite serious. Against the team he and Vegeta would have to square off against, both felt that nothing should be left to chance. A mere two-by-two spar it might be, but the contestants therein are all Saiyans, and they put exciting fights nearly above all else.

Even Vegeta chose to put on his armor with some measure of dignity after the breakfast. Trunks on the other hand, selected his customary green training garment. He even asked to be allowed kissing his mother's cheeks before leaving.

"Bye, Mom! We're off! Love you!"

"Same here, sweetie!"

"Better not forget the bandages, woman! As many as you can get!"

They were now well underway.

"Uh... Dad?"

"What?" Not turning.

"Are you sure our training's enough for this?"

Vegeta sighed--not a scoff, but a genuine whizz with no signs of contempt.

"Little too late for that, don't you think?"

"Just had to ask..."

"Would have to be enough. Don't really know what my sister's up to, but always be on your guard. For one, her base power level is way higher than mine 'cause she's the eldest sibling. Transform if and when you feel you have to, and don't waste too much effort on Bana."

"...You know that'll be extra hard, right?"

"Then we'll take turns. Hold off as many of their attacks as we possibly can, then switch targets. This is supposed to be done with tag system after all."

"But... suppose there's a change of the rules... you sure you could handle Auntie yourself?"

"....."

"...D-dad?"

"...Confidence, son. That really is the best weapon we have now."

***

As they neared the wasteland, even from where he was, Vegeta could sense twin powerful Ki's from below.

"...H-how the heck did they figure out..?"

The Saiyan prince looked up fiercely to his side.

"Eh, the leak didn't come from me! It didn't..!"

"Then how?" came the demand.

"Let's ask them ni-- Dad, look out!"

Vegeta turned just in time to deflect a single Ki-blast coming his way.

"Hey, scumbags down there! Whoever did that, it's cheating!! Or maybe--" a thought crossed him, "--we are getting on with the spar already?!"

"--Oh, is that you, Uncle? So sorry--my aim was kinda off~!"

He immediately recognized the voice.

"--The heck, Bana!! That 'kinda' nearly roasted me, passing that close! And... is your mom there already?"

"--Yeah, she is! Please come down--oh, I see you brought Trunks too? Welcome, you two~!!"

The figure addressing Vegeta was now waving both its hands.

"Tch... getting so cocky... Trunks, we're landing."

"Right!"

They both swooped down, and again Vegeta was startled by the sight that greeted him.

"S-sister... and Bana... you're..."

"...Huh? Now, now, why that weird look, Vegeta? You're familiar with these too, right?"

"I-it's just... I did not expect to see you both wearing Saiyan armors again and..." he gulped, "it... actually make you look more... dignified."

Saui laughed, a short bark. "That coming from you. Why, it feels like we're back to the time when we were about to have our very first spar... don't you think? You know, you should've equipped Trunks with one of these suits too--do not allow him to detract too far from the bloodline. Oh, look, he's gaping; how cute."

Trunks immediately fixed it.

"I... well, it didn't occur to me to fit him in one, as Saiyan armor in child size are extremely exquisite now that our home is little better than dust."

"Duh. You of all people should at the very least be able to recall the armor's exact dimensions, Vegeta--then it's up to your wife. I heard she's an expert in this sort of things."

"So then... who had had the honor of creating such replicas?"

"Guess."

"...It can't be! That Seika..?!"

"He's many things. By day a Saibamen keeper, by night an apprentice in armor-making. As it was, unlike you who had grown so used to Earthen life, I remembered the shapes and gave him a sketch. From there it was easy--the final results you now see. Impressive?"

"Admirable," Trunks joined. "Wish I could have one like that too, after this. Wonder how Goten would react to that."

"You could try wear mine," his cousin offered. "A special treat."

"Nah, thanks. Not sure if it's gonna fit. Just... please, Auntie, put one more sample for me, will you."

"Anything for my cute-when-gaping nephew."

Trunks colored.

"N-now then... would you mind going about how this spar is to be done?"

***

Opinions about the preparations of both sides? :D