The Yaidratian Elder has noticed that your progress is coming along nicely. He's decided to give you his trial. It will be one of great mental strides. He sends his best fighter at you, claiming that you have intentions to destroy Yaidrat. You must defeat him with words alone...how will you do it? Are you clever enough?
Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 RP Credits
"Blah! Hold still!" Vegeta shouted at Bardock as another one of his ki blasts missed their mark, slamming into the wall of the training room, specifically engineered to with stand the rigours and punishment that two Saiyan warriors could dish out in their next level training sessions. Neither of them knew the instant transmission technique, at least Vegeta had somehow managed to forget it thanks to the accident, the gift that continued to give. His entire arsenal of techniques had been wiped clean as a result of this mysterious predicament, and he was left with the most basic of attacks. Although this was frustrating, as Vegeta thought of himself as something of a master tactician, it gave him a unique opportunity to learn from the mistakes of his past, and hopefully implement them moving forward into learning new techniques and abilities that he had proven for himself to be more useful than others. One such technique, which he wasted no time in re-mastering, was his Big Bang Attack.
After the smaller ki blasts finished dissipating, Vegeta charged energy up as Bardock taunted him with his quick movements. Bardock had proven himself to be a worthy adversary from the moment Vegeta had met him, and brining his Saiyan counterpart along on this trip seemed like a no brainer. He wasn't about to limit himself to be cooped up with just Cilan over the next several weeks, there was no doubt in his mind that the caretaker would meet a violent, brutal death at the hands of the prince. Bardock and Vegeta pushed one another to their limits, and Vegeta enjoyed that aspect. Just as he was about to unleash one of his signature moves, something happened to stop him, the bright glow of the energy dissipating in conjunction.
Approaching Destination. 15 Minutes until arrival. An automated voice chimed over the intercom, interrupting Bardock and Vegeta from their training. The two had embarked for Yaidrat over a week ago on a diplomatic mission handed down from King Vegeta. The purpose was to fulfill two goals; to further Vegeta’s training and progress on returning to his old self, and to strengthen the relationship between Yaidrat and Vegeta. The prince was to train under the Yaidratian masters, as they were known for their gifts in speed, as well as Instant Transmission, a technique that was absolutely vital for a warrior or Vegeta’s caliber and pedigree to master.
Vegeta rested his hands on his knees, breathing heavy with exhaustion from the physical strain the two Saiyans were putting them selves under in preparation to their arrival on the new planet. Vegeta knew that Yaidrat was mostly an arid wasteland of volcanoes and desert, and had the two of them training in extreme heat for the past week. “We’re here,” he pointed out the obvious, sweaty and out of breath, before the two went to clean themselves up in preparation for greeting the elder. Once they were dressed and ready to depart, Vegeta gave his final instructions to his traveling companion. “Just as we discussed,” he explained. “Cilan and I will meet with the Elder first, you do some reconnaissance. We will reconvene back on the ship later.”
Bardock nodded in understanding as Cilan gathered his things. The ship they had traveled in landed near the entrance to a cave that led to one of the major underground cities the elder was rumored to be residing. There was a large emphasis to keep things relatively incognito, as Vegeta’s fame and preceeded him, he was one of the few faces of the Saiyan empire after all. The prince pulled a cloak over his head, and he and Cilan proceeded forward without Bardock.
The Elder that they were going to meet lived beneath the largest volcanic cave on Yaidrat. The pair of hooded figures made their way through the, what was considered bustling for Yairdat, underground city and to the main temple, where the elder resided with his pupils. They managed to get there unnoticed, which was both a relief and something of a surprise.
The large, heavy wrought iron doors creaked as Cilan pushed them open ahead of Vegeta, and the two walked forward, their footsteps echoing throughout the open space of the temple. There were rows of pews lining a main hallway, leading up to an elevated platform area, where several statues, most likely that of Yaidratians of the past, stood like trees, surrounded by candles and offerings. There, at the front of the expanse, were a few robed figures, one of whom appeared more distinguished and elderly than the rest. The elder himself, Vegeta presumed.
The figures rose from their knelt positions as the door slammed behind Cilan and Vegeta, bringing a quick stop to their mumbled prayers.
"Ahh, Prince Vegeta, I've been expecting you," the eldest of the group spoke as the pair of Saiyans approached the front of the room. "I trust your trip went well?"
"About as well as can be imagined," Vegeta scoffed in return as he and Cilan removed their hoods in unison. "I assume you know why I'm here."
"Your father filled me in on the details, Prince Vegeta," the elder went on. "The relationship between Yaidrat and planet Vegeta is at an all time high, and your presence here strengthens our bond. You've brought what we asked for?"
Vegeta's brow furrowed in confusion. I wasn't told of any… he began to think before Cilan stepped forward and produced a capsule from within his cloak, and tossed it to the elder.
"As you requested, kind Elder," Cilan said with a nod. Vegeta shot his caretaker a menacing look, but refrained from commenting on the details of that situation, at least for now. Cilan refused to make eye contact with the prince, appearing to know that he would have some explaining to do. But this was neither the time nor the place. "And in return," he started to speak again.
"Instant transmission," Vegeta snarled, cutting off the elder Saiyan and stepping forward ahead of him. "I need to learn it. Again."
"Ah yes," the Yaidratian elder cleared his throat. "Your father did mention to me the predicament you find yourself in, young Prince."
Christ almighty, did he tell everyone? Vegeta clenched his fist in frustration. His pride certainly took a hit with the current state of himself. He wanted to limit the information as much as he possibly could, as he didn't want his enemies finding out. He supposed it couldn't be helped. "Yes, well," Vegeta cleared his throat, trying his best to get off the subject and onto something more productive. He wanted to waste as little time on Yaidrat as possible. "Let's not dilly dally then. I recall from last time there was a scroll?"
"Well, not so fast," the Yaidratian elder held up a skinny, weathered finger up in protest. "Your father gave me strict instructions not to take anything easy on you. He really does want to see you succeed, even surpass the limits of what you once were."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed in anger. He understood the request at hand, but, being told he needed to wait, it was not something he was accustomed to. If he had his previous form, he might have just snapped the Elder's neck, possibly inciting a war. He didn't like this new version of himself, that was fairly helpless. He wanted to rid himself of it as quickly as possible, and by whatever means necessary.
"Now then," the Yaidratian elder went on. "Why don’t you get some rest. You can stay in one of our guest rooms here on the premises. I'm sure you must be fatigued from your journey."
Vegeta grit his teeth, slightly agitated at the request. He was in a rush to get this over with as quickly as possible. He didn't want to waste a moment of his precious time, but, for the sake of the major part of the mission, building the relationship between the Saiyan Empire and the Yaidratians, he would oblige.
"My assistant will show you both to your quarters," he finished before giving Vegeta a bow, and then motioning to one of the cloaked figures beside him with a head nod.
"Follow me," the assistant commented as he walked between Cilan and Vegeta, and led the two of them out of the massive iron door way that they had entered through. Just outside to the western part of the complex were a series of smaller buildings, presumably where the elder and their council resided. Yaidrat was an interesting world, in that the inhabitants lived underground. The surface was quite inhabitable. The structures that the Yaidrations built to create a new life for themselves were unique, and more often than not, dug right into the earth and rock itself. "I trust that you'll find the accomodations satisfactory?" The Yaidratian asked as he pushed open and door to a modest room and waved his arm about, as if he were showing it off.
"It'll do," Vegeta grunted as he walked in and sat down on one of the beds. Modest was putting it lightly. Outside of the pair of beds bed and a stand, there really wasn't much of anything else in the room. Not that it mattered to the prince, it wasn't like he was planning on moving in to this mud hole. It was just giving him more of a reason to wrap this business up as quickly as possible.
The assistant to the elder gave a small bow and shut the door behind him as he left Cilan and Vegeta to themselves for the remainder of the evening. The caretaker plopped himself down on the adjoining bed and let out a hearty sigh. "Well it sounds like the elder has something interesting planned for you, my lord," he said as he began to shut his eyes. "We better get some rest."
"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Vegeta snarled as he swung himself around to face the elder Saiyan.
Cilan opened his eyes with a look of concern and blinked a few times. "What do you mean, my prince?" Cilan asked with an innocent tone.
"Don't be koi with me, Cilan," Vegeta snapped. "The capsule? What the hell was in that damned capsule? And next time you try to keep something from me, you had better decide if it's worth your life. I have half a mind to kill you right now for making me look like a fool."
"My apologies, my lord," Cilan protested. "The king… your father… he made me swear--"
"Do you see my father around?" Vegeta cut him off, eyes flaring with anger. "Is he going to stop me from snapping your worthless neck? I think not," the prince scoffed. A moment of awkward silence fell between the two of them as Cilan stared blankly back at the angered Saiyan. "You have about 3 seconds to wipe that look from your face and answer me before I wipe it for you," Vegeta threatened.
"Allow me to show you instead," Cilan relented as he dug into his coat to produce 3 more capsules, coincidentally the same number of additional masters that they were scheduled to meet with. Cilan pressed the button on the capsule and tossed it into the middle of the room. The capsule popped open with a loud bang as smoke filled the room, obscuring Vegeta's vision for a moment before it dissipated. A large crate now sat where the capsule had opened. It had no labels or markings, save for a giant insignia of the Saiyan empire painted on the side.
Vegeta got up from his seated position on the bed and walked over to it. A small panel rested on the top made up of a screen and a key pad. "The combination," Vegeta demanded, his disgust with Cilan was so great he didn't even bother to look over at him.
"Three, six, six, four, two," Cilan spout out the series of numbers as Vegeta punched them into the control panel, the buttons beeping in unison with the pressing of his gloved fingers. A light turned green on the display, and a click sounded, the audible signal of the locks being released. Vegeta felt for the rim of the lid, and pushed the top of it open. Inside was a variety of blasters, armor, and scouters.
"Weapons? Equipment?" Vegeta asked with an unimpressed level of surprise. "What the hell is going on here?"
"In exchange for assistance with your training," Cilan tried his best to explain. "King Vegeta has donated a few items to each of the planets."
"I'm sure that is exactly how this all worked out," Vegeta rolled his eyes with skepticism. "You are just as foolish as he is if you believe the drivel he fed you."
"My lord, I have no reason to doubt the king's intentions," Cilan responded with a worried tone.
"You don't know him like I do, Cilan," Vegeta replied. "Nothing is ever what it seems with that man, believe me."
"He really does want the best for your training," Cilan insisted. "Oh, I'm quite sure he does," Vegeta went on. "So I can fight his wars for him. So I can make him look good… That's not what is going on here. There is something else. Something behind the scenes only his twisted mind could conjure up. And he's turned us into his personal delivery service while we're at it."
"My prince…" Cilan exhaled in defeat.
"It makes no difference," Vegeta shook his head in disapproval. "I will get what I came for. You can count on that."
"I have no doubts," Cilan laid back down on the bed as Vegeta closed the trunk back up and pressed a button on the side, turning it back into a capsule. He tossed the trinket back to Cilan, deciding that it wasn't worth to interfere with whatever it was the king was working on on the side, at least for the time being. He was sure that he would figure out what was really going on sooner rather than later, but he was going to continue to act oblivious until it was time to act otherwise.
Vegeta laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
Vegeta awoke early the following morning, at least he thoight it was morning, it was difficult to tell seeing as they were underground, the time on the clock read 04:37, to the sound of Cilan snoring. Irritated and drowsy, the Saiyan prince rose from the bed and put his cloak back on. Yaidrat had a reputation for its proficiency with fast, agile warriors, and this particular village had a massive race track that circled around it. Races would be held for warriors training on the volcanic planet to test themselves against one another to prove who could be the fastest among them. It was a proud tradition that went back through Yaidratian history for ages.
"Its not like ill be getting any more sleep," Vegeta mumbled under his breath as he pulled the hood up over his head. "Might as well make the most of this." Vegeta opened the door and ventured out into the still quiet Yaidratian village.
He arrived at the track and he, not surprisingly, found it deserted as well. The warmth from the volcanic activity all over the planet was causing him to perspire, and his tired breaths were already short. There was no one around as far as he could see, and he wasn't all that worried about being recognized. Vegeta was not long for this planet, and would hopefully conclude his business here within the day.
The prince got himself limbered up with a couple of stretches, cracked his neck and began to jog around race track that encircled the entirety of the village. Faster and faster he pushed himself, his heart pumping as he picked up speed, until he was sprinting as hard as he possibly could. It felt amazing for him to exert his energy like this. So much of his training had just been focused on increasing his strength and his repertoire of techniques, that agility and quickness hadn't been worked on all that much. The way the air flowed through his hair as he ran, the sound of his footsteps on the track, it was invigorating. His top speed was no where close to where it once was, but this was still a positive step in the right direction.
Vegeta had circled the entire village three times and was just starting to break a sweat. When he began his fourth lap, he noticed something up ahead that caused him to slow his progression from a sprint, to a jog, and then back to a stop. About fifty meters in front of him, stood another warrior, one that Vegeta did not recognize, although clearly he was Yaidratian. His tall, thin pink frame like a scarecrow in front of the Saiyan prince.
What do we have here? Vegeta thought with a grin. Someone who's barking up the wrong tree? Silence passed between the two as a few moments ached by. "Well now, does it speak?" Vegeta called out through gritted teeth. "Or does it want to die nameless?"
"Your presence is not welcome here, Saiyan," the Yaidratian yelled back. "Lord Elder has informed me of your intentions, and I will not allow our home world to be so easily destroyed by the likes of you."
"What the hell are you going on about?" Vegeta snapped back. "Despite how I may feel about my trip here, the intent has been purely diplomatic, and not at all my choice."
"Save your lies for someone who will fall for them," the Yaidratian replied, unwilling to listen to Vegeta's reasoning. "The Elder is wise, and sees through your deceitful ways."
"Look, I can't speak for the Elder, or the pathetic inhabitants of this desolate world," Vegeta went on. "But I have no intention of destroying it, at least not while there is still something I want on this hunk of dirt."
The Yaidratian's bulbous eyes squinted. There was clearly something going on here that neither of them quite understood. The Yaidratians, not exactly well known for their strength in combat, were much more acknowledged for their mental capacities and advanced communication techniques. This one specifically seemed to be an exception to the trend, and appeared to be in top physical condition for someone of this species.
"So, what are we going to do about this?" Vegeta asked, readying himself for battle. "Even if I did want to destroy this pathetic excuse for a planet, do you really think that you'd be able to stop me?""I would give my life trying," the Yaidratian replied as he tossed his cloak to the side, revealing a full suit of armor.
"How noble of you," Vegeta commented. "That kind of loyalty will get you killed, you know. I've seen it, countless times. Most of the time the killing came from my hands, but, never the less. You need to decide if your sacrifice is worth it."
The Yaidratian stared back with its bulbous eyes, trying to get a read on the Saiyan. "Look, you started this," Vegeta went on. "I'm only trying to finish it, one way or another. It's fairly simple. You just need to ask yourself how much do you really trust the information that was given to you. Tell me, do you have a family, Yaidratian?"
"I… I do…" Vegeta's opponent relinquished, eyes drawn to the ground below.
"Well, let's think about this for a minute. You know as well as I do that any encounter with me, victorious or not, will most likely end in your demise," Vegeta was getting pretty innovative with his words now. "Let's say, by some miraculous turn of events, that you do beat me, but die in the process. What would happen to your family then?"
The Yaidratian stared back for a few moments. "Well, I suppose that…"
"Let me answer that for you," Vegeta cut him off. "From what I can tell, you are at the top of your warrior class here. If we both die, someone even worse than me will come along, and with you out of the way, there won't be anything to stop them. Your hope at this point is to earn my good graces as well as the continued protection of the Saiyan empire. I understand the relationship between our planets is still fresh, but I would hate to see a squabble between the two of us incite an intergalactic war."
"Perhaps… perhaps you're right…" The Yaidratian lowered his head. "But… but the elder… he…"
"He tasked you with an important test," the Elder Vegeta had first met stepped forward from the shadows. "Both of you, actually." "Explain the meaning of this," Vegeta snarled, agitated that he had been toyed with.
"You said it yourself, Vegeta," the elder explained. "Yaidrat isn't known for it's skills in battle. It's our minds and negotiation tactics that set us apart. This isn't the first time you've trained with us here on Yaidrat, Vegeta. I remember your stay from what now seems like ages ago. I know how strong you were, and how strong you will become. I wanted to test other aspects of your character before deeming you worthy of our highest prize, the instant transmission technique."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, annoyed by this move by the elder. If he wanted to do a test like this, he could have at least said something. Instead, Vegeta was awfully close to killing some clueless Yaidratian who just happened to get caught up in something that was bigger than himself.
"Well? What is the result?" Vegeta demanded to know.
"You didn't kill the messenger I sent," the elder rationalized. "You clearly have a strong head on your shoulders, prince Vegeta, and I fully believe that you will one day make a great ruler. I will bestow my teaching of our most coveted technique upon you." The Elder reached into his robe and produced a scroll to hand to the Saiyan prince. Vegeta smiled as he held it in his hand, knowing that he wouldn't be forced to spend much more time on Yaidrat now that he had this.