Kakkorot woke up. Like he expected, his father was not home. He wanted his father to encourage him on his first day training with the Prince. His father probably had no clue that his son had even been chosen to train with Prince Vegeta. No, stratch that, he probably did know. He probably just didn't care.
Today would be Hell for Kakkorot. Training with the Prince would be tough work for him. He didn't think that he was ready, but he knew that he needed to be. He reassured himself that he was ready by thinking of all the time he spent training. Day after day Kakkorot had wasted on his training. Half of him hoped he was good enough for the Prince, and the other half hoped he wasn't too good.
If Kakkorot were to excell the Prince in any way; he would have the Prince's wrath on his shoulders. The prince dispised anyone who could beat him. Kakkorot was 15, and one year younger than Vegeta. If someone of less age were to beat him, the Prince would be humiliated. Kakkorot definatly did not want to humiliate the Prince.
Kakkorot acually wanted to get on the Prince's good side. Nobody knew if this was possible. The closest anybody had ever gotten was Nappa, but he never truly did succeed. If Nappa did succeed in becoming "friends" with the Prince, not many people would be happy. Nappa was a horrible person. He treated everyone under his rank like vermon. Nappa was simply an asshole.
Kakkorot knew that nobody wanted to see Nappa get too close to the Prince. He had to do his job in keeping Nappa away from Vegeta. It would be tough, but he needed to.
Kakkorot walked towards the Prince's royal chamber. He did not want to be late on his first day. If you were ever late when meeting with Prince Vegeta, you would have hell to pay. Especially if it was your first day meeting with him.
Kakkorot reached the door of Vegeta's chamber. He knocked a couple of times and waited for the Prince's blessing to enter.
"Come in Kakkorot."
Kakkorot heard the Prince and entered. The Prince was standing there, in his sparring uniform, ready to go. Kakkorot knealed before him and bowed his head.
"Are you ready, my Prince," Kakkorot politly said to his short and spikey haired role model. Vegeta just looked at him with confusion and frustration.
"What did I say about being formal? You do not need to kiss my ass right now Kakkorot. It can get annoying. Lets go. We are wasting valuable sparring time," like always, the Prince wanted to get right down to business.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta," Kakkorots nervousness was showing through. The Prince did not like this at all.
"Hmm. Lets go then," the Prince led the way, since he obviously knew Kakkorot had no clue where the Sparring room for royalty was. He had always had to train in the 3rd class gyms.
Kakkorot and Vegeta walked down the hallway towards the training room. Stationed Guards eyed Kakkorot curiously. Whispers were heard down the hallway, "What is he doing with the Prince?" or "Why is the Prince training with that 3rd class little boy!?" They had never seen anything so strange.
It didn't help that Kakkorot wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The only thing he was good at was fighting, and the Prince liked that. If his other skills were weak, it meant that his strength was great.
They continued down the hallway. The suspense was killing Kakkorot. He had never even seen what this room looked like. There it was. The door was even fancy looking. It was no big deal for the Prince. He had been in that room every day of his life from the age of 2. He was sick and tired of it acually.
When they entered the room, Kakkorot squinted his eyes at the light. It was a lot brighter than what he had trained with. The room was huge. It was covered with trees and rocks and huge white lights. It was supposed to look just like it should look outdoors. 'Why dont we just train outside?' he thought.
"Lets begin," Vegeta rushed at Kakkorot with full force. Kakkorot flew in mid air and slammed into the ceiling. He didn't even notice that Vegeta had started.
Vegeta shot a Ki blast at Kakkorot but he easily deflected it. Kakkorot cursed lightly under his breath. This was going to be hard for him.
Vegeta and Kakkorot fought like this for hours and hours on end, not stopping to sleep, rest or even eat.
Little did they know that somebody's sinister eyes were watching them closely. This person recognized their great power and knew that they could be useful. He snickered evily to himself quietly to avoid being heard. They were both a part of his master plan. Its just that they had no clue yet.
Seven hours went by and Vegeta decided to call it quits.
"You look tired Kakkorot. Since it is your first day I will let you go back to your quarters. But let me set this straight. I make the rules. If you look like you are going to die, but I have not finished training for the day, then you WILL die. When I am done training, you are done training, and no sooner. Do you understand Baka?" the prince got his point across to Kakkorot.
"Yes my Prince. I understand completely. If I look like I am going to die, but you are not finished training, than I WILL die. I understand that you have 100% choice in the matter of our training, and I think that you should. Thank you for keeping me in line my Prince," Kakkorot had literly just kissed the Prince's ass. Kakkorot had a way of sucking up without even noticing.
Vegeta just rolled his eyes. He turned around to walked out the door but stopped for a second, "What do you mean, 'Our training?' This is not for the benefit of you. This training is for me. Oh and Kakkorot.. Let me remind you of this. I went easy on you today. If you thought today was bad, tommorow will be hell. No, it will be worse." The prince walked outside and went toward the direction of his Chamber.
Kakkorot thought about the Prince's words for a while. 'If you thought today was bad, tommorow will be hell. No, it will be worse.' What was he going to do. If it was a struggle to fight back today, the what would tommorow be like? Kakkorot headed for the door and left. He needed two things, food and sleep.
Bardock sat in his chamber, anxiously awaiting his son's arrival. He was angry. How dare his younger, weakling of a son get to train with the Prince when his Older, Stronger son that he worked his ass off to train sat here at home doing nothing. He was fuming. Not all this anger was towards his son, but some towards the Prince too. The Prince should of chosen a worthy partner.
Bardock did realize that his young son had talent, but was too stubburn to admit it. He had a reason, but it was unknown to Kakkorot or to anybody. This reason was so compicated that Kakkorot wouldn't even understand it if he tried.
Kakkorot entered through the door, tired as all hell.
"So brat, when were you going to tell me that you were the Prince's training partner?" Bardock said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger.
"You were not home yesterday night or this morning so I could not tell you," Kakkorot replied, as honestly as possible.
"Don't give me excuses boy, no go straight to bed before I beat your ass for keeping things from me! You know how I found out?! That damn bastard Nappa told me! Do you know how embarrasing it is to not even know that your own son is getting the privilage of training with the Prince?! Do you know?!" Bardock screamed back at his shameful son.
"But father, I didn't mean to--," Kakkorot tried to appoligise to his father but was cut off by a hard slap across the face. Kakkorot slammed into the wall from the inpact. It wasn't that hard, it was just that Kakkorot wasn't ready to take a blow from his father. He hadn't expected his father to do something like that so suddenly.
"Go to sleep brat. I dont need to hear your voice you unworthy child of mine. No, strike that, you are not my child. You are not my son. I have only one son. Raditz is my only son. No go to bed before I get mad," Bardock's words hurt Kakkorot. His father seemed hate him.
Kakkorot layed in bed thinking about his father. Why did he love Raditz so much more than he loved him? Why did he hate Kakkorot so much? Why did he always sound angry at him? Why was Raditz the favorite child when Kakkorot seemed so much stronger? And why couldn't his father be proud of him for once? Why?
There were no answers, just questions. There were always questions that Kakkorot could never seem to answer. Maybe it was because there were no answers, or maybe it was because Kakkorot was a little slow at times. Nobody knows...
