The rift between the King and the Queen was impossible to ignore. Both were in a continual temper. Bulma virtually lived in the engineering section, while the King stomped about with an almost-visible dark cloud hanging over his head. Initially just switching between annoyance and amusement, within a very short time Vegeta retreated behind a...
Getting her parents ready to go off-planet was as difficult as getting them to go anyplace. The lift-off schedule was immediately thrown out of whack when her father nearly left the palace without his gravity harness in place. Fortunately there was an entire squad of Queen's Guards assigned to protect Dr. Briefs against that very contingency. Dr....
The hypersonic speeds the shuttle traveled at created a fine tremor throughout the craft, one nearly too intangible to perceive. Leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, Gohan was aware of it as a faint trail of sensation down his spine. He tried to concentrate on it, working to block out other sensations that he preferred not...
Although he did not understand how the contraptions worked, Youkan could still discern differences between Saiyan and non-Saiyan regeneration tanks. As far as he could tell, the lights that flashed in irregular patterns and the strange, rhythmic pulses that marked steady life signs were as on a Saiyan tank. The main variances were aesthetic. Rather...
The abrupt change in the Heir's plans necessitated an emergency meeting for the leaders of the Queen's Guard. Although they were often called to split their forces between the Queen and the Heir, this was the first time said forces were to be spread across two continents. The session turned into a bit of a squabble, with Negin insisting...
"Zarbon, this talk of treaties and violations and consequences is tedious," complained the King. "The borders are crossed all the time. Tell me plainly what the problem is."
"Gone," repeated Negin as he folded his arms, scrutinizing the unfortunate Palace Guard with his customary grimness. Only years of training prevented Konny from squirming under the implacable regard.
They were sparring. Or he thought they were sparring. At some point, everything began to feel...uncomfortable. It was a good thing the man in black and green showed up, because it distracted his brother from the game. Youkan was glad as he held his hands over his bruised face, his broken nose. Sparring hurt, he knew, but this...this...
53 Years After the Birth of the Super-Saiyan