Book one: The Saga Begins
Chapter 6: Power Struggle
"You're not using your full power!"
"I am too!"
Vegeta growled at me. We both knew he was right from our first sparring match the other day. He swung around the room at rocket speed and slammed into my back, hurtling me to the ground. Before I could get back up he had me pinned, one hand behind my back and the other above my head.
"Talk," he demanded. "What is holding you back?"
"You are," I growl at him in Katkritten, our secret language. "Get off of me."
"I don't want to."
For a moment, I allowed my stubborn behavior trait to work it's magic and didn't reply. Vegeta's tail cracked like a whip every now and again from being made to wait for my answer, a clear sign that the was probably losing patience.
"You realize you'll eventually have to say something," he told me calmly.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," I stated back. Though he was right, again. I didn't like having my face held down on this dirty floor and Vegeta sitting on my back. He was practically tempting me to push myself. Truthfully, I was about to take the bait...
'This is when your power is the most dangerous,' I heard a tiny voice in the back of my head. 'Someone could really get hurt if you cut loose; I don't think it's a wise move to make...'
Vegeta released me and got up. "Fine," he said, his back turned to me as he began walking away. "Be like that, loser."
It was almost like their was a click inside me after he said those words, and I wasn't me anymore. I was me, I remember it happening, but I wasn't the one who was in control.
In a flash I had Vegeta around the neck with both hands and slammed up against a wall. "Did you say something, little guy?" I hissed at him. He stared back, gripping either of my wrists with his own hands and struggling to break the hold I had on him. On the inside, the fire of hate was subsided for one tiny moment by the tiny emotion of caring that was creeping up. The grip lessened and allowed Vegeta a breath.
"Tyme," he uttered, just loud enough for me to hear. My grip lessened more. What was I doing! He couldn't breathe!
I let go of his neck and caught him as he slid down from the wall. On the ground I held him in my arms as he rubbed his neck and took deep breathes. The door opened after that and Nappa ran in looking dead set on killing me.
"Don't Nappa," Vegeta ordered as he sat up slowly. "She didn't...mean to be...that rough...I'm okay...just off guard..."
I threw myself on the prince's chest and cried. I couldn't help it, I'd nearly killed him! "I'm sorry!" I sobbed pathetically. "Oh Vegeta, I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be," he said pushing me off. He whipped at my wet cheek with the back of his gloved hand. "In a couple more seconds I'd have broken free and knocked you back anyways. It's nothing to cry over, so don't." Vegeta got to his feet and held out a hand to help me up.
Nappa seemed to think I did TOO well; if looks could kill...I bowed my head and wrapped my tail over my thigh and between my legs, pushed myself up so as not to threaten Nappa anymore then he must've felt. Using the universal language of the body, I gave an air of weakness that would hopefully soften Nappa's feelings as I physically bent to his will of backing off.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta's voice asked. His hand grabbed my chin and pushed it up so that my eyes were just a tad bit higher then his. "You should be proud, you did very well in you fight against me! Surly you will rank as a high class warrior! Hold your head up Tyme, do not let me ever catch you bowing it shamefully. Stand up tall and hold your body proudly. You are a Saiyan and we are full of pride, not shame." He let go of my chin and smirked at me, the closest thing to a smile he'd put on his face in the presence of other Saiyans. I wondered briefly why he wouldn't treat me the same way as he did Nappa or Raditz...
"Come," he said as he turned to leave. "I want to see what you scored on your test. Maybe we can go on some missions together if you're strong enough." He lead the way back out and I followed behind, careful to keep Nappa in my sights and not at my back.
The first thing I noticed was Goku's smiling face and him reaching for me. I smiled back and held out my hands for him. Raditz shifted the baby in his arms, reluctant to give him over. He bit his lower lip a bit, trying to distract Goku from me but the baby persisted. Eventually, he slowly handed him over to me.
"What do you mean she's a Level 10!" Vegeta cried. "No Saiyan has ever been that low! You saw how she fought! Our 3rd and 4th class warriors mop the floor with 10th levels!"
"Sir, that's is what the data shows. The scanners all conclude that she was fighting with a powerlevel no higher then three. Even when she braced you against the wall, it still hadn't changed."
"She couldn't have fought the way she did if her powerlevel was three! How do you explain that?"
"Prince Vegeta...we can't, your highness."
Vegeta glanced at me, pleading to understand. Truth was, what the two non-Saiyans were saying surprised even me. I didn't know my powerlevel had stayed the same throughout the fight. I would've sworn that it hadn't, especially when I pinned Vegeta. I was just as dumbfounded as he was. I turned back to Raditz and noted the worried look on his face.
"We could...retest her with the Sibamen, Prince Vegeta..."
"No," the Saiyan prince replied. "Not today. I think that's enough for now. We'll try her again after some time has passed. Tyme, have you eaten anything?"
I shook my head and realized my stomach was craving food for the first time that day. But it was only for a minute as Goku grabbed my arm with his chubby little baby hands and giggled at me. I smiled down at him and ruffled his hair as Vegeta spoke to Raditz.
"C'mon," the older boy said to me. He led the way out of the room and down the endless halls. We stopped at a glass door that peered into a large room filled with Saiyans. As always before, the door swished open on it's own allowing us access. The smell of food and drink hit hard as I stepped in behind Raditz, my stomach gave a loud growl. A few Saiyans glanced over to see who had entered, some eyes lingered while other's quickly turned back to whatever conversation they were having as they dismissed us as unimportant. Raditz led the way through the mass of Saiyans to a table in the back, where he sat down and I followed his movements, setting Goku in my lap.
"Pick out what you want," he said as he slid a folded over piece of paper with neat markings adorning every inch of it. I looked down and studied the paper, but couldn't decipher it. My mother had taught me how to read and write in Katkritten, not Saiyan. I pointed to the first thing written on it and showed Raditz. I didn't care what it was, just so long as it was edible.
The Saiyan boy looked down and read what I wrote then looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. "Appetizer? That's it? Is there a specific one or do you want to try them all? There's only three, ya know." I blinked innocently; I didn't know what an appetizer was.
A non-Saiyan approached and Raditz tapped his scouter looking up at her as she asked a question I didn't understand. He replied. She repeated what he told her and Raditz glanced at me, before adding to his list. She checked the order over one more time then smiled, babbled in her own home language as she patted Goku on the head before hurrying back to the kitchen.
The table fell into an uncomfortable silence except for Goku's cooing and hand clapping.
'The itsy-bitsy spider, went up the water spout,' I sang in Goku's head as made the same hand motions my mother hand made when she taught the song to me. 'Down came the ran and washed the spider out!'
"What are you doing?" Raditz asked looking over at me.
"Playing with him," I replied casually. 'Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.'
"People are starting to stare."
'And the itsy-bitsy spider..." "Let 'em. What do I care?" 'Climbed up the spout again! Yaaaay! C'mon Goku, you try it now!'
"Tyme?" Raditz asked halfway through the second round of the nursery song. "Do you have any idea how much you stand out?"
"Hmmm...No," I stated honestly. "Why are you embarrassed to be seen in public with me, or what?"
"Embarrassed, yes. But for myself, no."
I stopped and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Have you seen yourself compared to most Saiyans? You're...not what most people would expect. In fact, you're almost the exact opposite."
"I'm not most Saiyans Raditz."
"But you are Saiyan."
Goku reached up and clapped his hands in front of my face, trying to master the motions I was showing him. A look of determination was set on his face as I straightened out his fingers and showed him how to touch tip-to-tip. "Indeed," I answered Raditz at last.
"So why stand out so much? Why not at least try to blend in?"
"That's just not the way I was raised Raditz. I just wasn't raised...Saiyan."
"Who's Hungry!" called Vegeta's voice. He pulled out a chair beside me and jumped into it. "I am! Did you already order Raditz?" Nappa sat down across from the prince, where he could see everyone else in the room, more subtly.
The waitress returned after that, carrying several trays of food. She set before me what was certainly more then an measly appetizer. Looking up, a caught a fleeting smile on Raditz's face before he looked down into his tray of food. Vegeta ordered his meal, as did Nappa, and picked off mine while he waited. The prince did most of the talking after that and the time spent there was rather nice.
I'd miss it terribly after everything went wrong.
End Chapter 6!