#highcaste

[saiyanprince]

[ punch ] your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.[ mock ] your muse mocking mine.[ spit ] your muse making mine spit blood. /highcastes

one punch in the face broke his nose, blood spurting, the prince seething in pain. it was rare the cooler forces linked up with friezas and what a shock it was to find the tyrant had saiyans in his force.

he was the prince. she was meant to follow his orders. but aspara wasnt one to behave under somebody weaker than her, much less be ordered around. vegeta glared at her, angry that she stronger than him. that she refused to listen to her prince.

looking at him, she smirked. "what's the matter, prince vegeta? not so tough without lord frieza behind you, hm?"

"you watch your tongue!" he tasted iron in his mouth, spitting out the blood and prepared to attack and-

her scouter went off. uncaring about vegeta entirely, leaving the prince in shock.

"aspara, we are leaving. meet us at the dock." it was salza, she looked annoyed to hear him but orders were orders. she turned her back to vegeta, a teasing tone in her voice.

"i hope you get stronger, prince. if not, you couldnt even dream to beat lord coolers brother."

pushing his buttons. but he could do nothing but glare as she walked away from him.

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[daimaku]

" i apologize for cerriacs behavior. i will make him do better, lord cooler. " /highcaste

"what a bother... " speaking out of turn, questioning his authority... treason in the making. a crime punishable by death. aspara was quick to stop the savage saiyan in his tracks, gripping it tightly. the pain was enough to knock him unconscious, cooler wondered if he should kill him now while he slept, but her words were quick to interrupt the act.

coolers eyes narrowed; why should he even bother with keeping the weakling alive? compared to the rest, cerriacs power paled in comparison. but he would hate to destroy the potential aspara had so early if their bond meant anything. maybe that was good enough to keep them BOTH in line. with a sigh, he lowered his guard, instead walking past both her and him.

"I'll be merciful for now. for your sake, he better remember his place."

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[daimaku]

" the mission's completed. " aspara gave her mission report, her arms folded behind her back, standing straight, in a respectful, soldier like manner despite what the mission put her and cerriac through --- a near death situation that made her wonder if he had purposely tried to kill them. " do you need anything else ? " /highcaste

no wonder frieza had such trouble with these damn apes. stone cold face watched aspara come in, already having been alerted by salza earlier that they returned. and survived. damn it all, they really were a resilient species, but then again the pair really had gotten their work ethic. cooler didn't have to waste any valuable strength.

perhaps he would keep them around for awhile, until they got too problematic for him to handle that was.

"good job. i knew you would be able to handle it." nothing to imply he was sending them on a suicide mission, no need for any outrage yet. cooled turned away, dismissive with the report in.

"no, that'll be all. feel free to go to your quarters."

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[daimaku]

starter for @highcaste

"you mean there are more saiyan survivors?! i had no idea cooler had saiyans in his army!" what an amazing discovery, it would seem that their population wasn't fully extinct, increasing their chances of a rebellion. he frowned, not bothering to check his scouter on her power level, there was not a chance in hell she was stronger then him.

"there isn't much time, then. switch loyalties to friezas army, there are others there as well, ya know!"

[saiyanprince]

here / @highcaste

trunks did whatever he wanted, having befriended the full blooded boy. but vegeta knew from the beginning, the moment the young saiyans had fought, toma lagged behind in strength and speed. did this raise vegetas ego?

oh, dangerously so.

the two watched them spar, the prince mentioning it the moment the younger boy got punched in the face, laughing that the apple must not fall too far from the tree.

that was all it took, next was just a flash of white as she attacked, vegeta stumbled back. cheap shot, he glared but a cocky smirk all the same, as he wiped away the blood.

"strike a nerve? hmph, don't blame me for your weak offspring. it's yours and that fools genes at fault, not mine."

[saiyanprince]

" get out of my way, prince. " /highcaste

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"is that anyway to talk to your prince? know your place."

of course cooler had taken on saiyan subordinates. vegeta questioned why the idea never crossed his mind before, but that didnt matter now did it? he was dead now and those stowaways, vegeta liked to call them, were stuck on this ball of dirt too. a prideful snort came, turning his back to this woman.

"watch your tongue. i should execute you right now, what a waste..."