ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴀsɪᴛᴇ

Chapter One

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The Weakest Saiyan
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Fragile and shallow, were the best words to describe herself. Of course, no one said it out loud, but these two words were particularly attached to her, forever a reminder that she was—imperfect. Secretly, she had been envying her dearest friend Caulifla. Always having such radiating confidence, and being the perfect picture of a saiyan. Sometimes, Kale would forget she even was a saiyan. It was hard to believe it herself, because she was just as frail as a human. Hell, perhaps a human could put up a better fight than she ever could.

Insecurities would always get the best of her, especially when she trained. Always hesitant on whether or not to strike her opponent, or simply run away and cower in fear. She was so used to running away. That's what she knew best, and of course Caulifla would always throw herself in front of Kale as a shield. Kale was tired of it. Kale was tired of being the weakest saiyan.

Staring out into the forestry, Kale hums a soft tune under her breath. The birds chirp in the near distance, as the wind whistles gently. Raising her fists, Kale imagines monster surrounding her. Throwing kicks and punches into the empty air, Kale huffs. No matter how much each limb aches with the unfamiliar training and movement, she forces herself to keep going. Her sweat beads up her forehead and rushes down her face as the sun was thick on her back.

The little voice in the back of her head was telling her to give up, that she would never match up to Cabba or Caulifla's level. Then, there was that second voice, calming yet whispering, that would speak to her every now and then. Not carrying the voice of anyone she knew, or her voice as a matter of fact, Kale found this second voice very distinctive.

"Are you seriously going to downgrade yourself because of the blood sweat and tears it takes to make an everlasting effort?" The voice demands.

"...No." Kale reluctantly responds out loud, grateful that another saiyan wasn't here for miles. They would stare at her with a wide eyed expression and think she's crazy for answering a voice in her head. Shaking her belittling thoughts out of her system, she trains for another three hours.

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Caulifla traces her fingers across the window in front of her, shaking her head at the compelling thought that Kale was still out there as the rain patters down their world. The spunky saiyan knew she should've accompanied Kale, or even question as to where she was going. Instead, Caulifla kept herself occupied with her sparring sessions with the famous assassin Hit.

"Caulifla, quit your worrying." A boy mutters behind her, his body sprawled across the cream colored couch. The shadow spiky haired saiyan whips her head back as she glares at him. How dare he have the audacity to tell her to stop worrying?! It was Kale they were talking about, for all these two knew, Kale was probably out there, drenched with the pouring rain and freezing cold, lost.

"Kale is a strong girl," the young saiyan stands up on his feet and smiles. "She'll be back, you'll see. You should get some rest, Hit did tell you to wake up much earlier tomorrow." He reminds her. Caulifla rips her body away from the window and sighs. The shorter haired saiyan was right, Hit did say Caulifla had to be bright and early for her big day of training and endless hours of possible workouts. She meets Cabba's gaze and sighs. "I'll only go to bed if you promise you'll wake me up if Kale doesn't show up within the next thirty minutes."

Cabba nods, scratching the back of his head as a nervous smile plasters his lips. "You know me, Caulifla. I never go back on my word, hehe! Trust me, you'll see her tomorrow sleeping like a baby."

"Alright then, if you say so..." Caulifla replies with skepticism before disappearing down the hallway. Cabba sighs, happy that she had finally listened to him—not that she ever really did. Of course, Hit would've chewed him out and demanded why he didn't urge Caulifla to sleep. Cabba of course would cower at the assassin.

Cabba never thought he would find himself living with Caulifla and Kale, although this was temporary, but maybe the saiyan girls would get accustomed to the three of them living together, and this would become a forever thing. That is, if Caulifla didn't become too attached to Hit, which Cabba came to the conclusion that she would.

Cabba plops himself back down the couch and stares blankly at the busted up TV in front of him. Maybe with some side hustles, he'd be able to get some money to upgrade to a flat screen. The three saiyans would be able to watch some movies on the weekend to blow off some steam. Caulifla would probably boisterously laugh while Kale kept quiet, rarely reacting.

A power level comes closing in, Cabba quick to get on his feet again and bolt out the door, the sight of a rain dripped Kale hovering in the sky immediately takes his eyes. "Kale! I'm so glad you're finally home—Caulifla was worried." He quickly adds. Kale lowers herself down and approaches Cabba with a small smile. Though the smell of the rain was fresh, it was now merely drizzling. "She was? You should've told sis to head to bed—since she has training with Hit tomorrow."

Cabba ushers her inside the house and closes the door behind him, locking it. "I did, she's sleeping right now. It wouldn't be a pretty thing to see Hit glaring daggers at me..." Cabba laughs, though the fear in his voice was visible. Kale giggles quietly as she sits on the couch, stretching out her arms. Cabba moves over to the couch and takes a seat beside her. "So, how was your day—where did you go?"

Kale sighs, rubbing at her legs to ease out the soreness. "I was training all day...to be honest, I don't think I'm ready for the tournament..." Kale sighs, shaking her head in defeat. Her second voice—her conscience, she now dubbed, couldn't be heard. Cabba's jaw drops. Of course, he expecting this out of Kale at some point, but he didn't expect her to vent to him out of all people.

"Well, I guess we're all not ready for the tournament." Slowly, he leans towards her ear and whispers, "Even though Caulifla likes to think she is."

Kale couldn't help but smile.

"But I sure am not ready either."

"What makes you say that?" Kale asks, feeling as though he was only saying this so that she wouldn't feel alone or feel bad. "Y-You're pretty strong...and besides, you're the one who wanted to recruit sis and I."

Cabba nods. "Yes that may be true. But truth be told, I'm not achieving my full potential as I should be...that's why...I uh, wanna...train with you. While Caulifla gets the training she ends with Hit, why don't we both raise our potentials as well? Together." To the last word he blushes.

Kale gasps, taken aback by his request, and soon, she can feel an unfamiliar heat spread across her face. She smiles softly, although she disliked Cabba upon first meeting him, perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad having him as her partner, so with as much cheerfulness, she gives him her answer.

"Yes!"