Broly and I walked into my house, being met with the sight of my mother chopping up meat in the kitchen with a very big cleaver.
Gine sees us walk in and a smile instantly decorates her face.
"Hi, sweetie, how was training?" She asked.
As she asked this question, she stopped chopping the meat, leaving the cleaver held up in the air as she spoke to me with a pleasant smile. And while I know it's not meant to be disarming, it's pretty damn disarming...
With that pose, with that knife, and that smile on her face, she looks like the poster girl for anime Yandere girls everywhere.
Bardock really should be counting his blessings that Gine isn't a yandere... or would that just make him love her more...?
Vegeta said that Saiyans like strong willed women. Well, Yanderes usually have a very strong will, and most of them are abnormally strong too.
Plus, I have to admit that even I've found myself being attracted to... basically every female yandere character that I've seen in my past life...
Can you blame me? It's a woman so obsessed with you that she learns everything she can about you, even if she doesn't like it, and will kill basically anyone if they even so much as step a toe onto their territory.
Wait, would that mean that Yanderes are a Saiyan's dream partner?
Are there even any Yanderes in Dragon Ball?
"Zyleth?"
"Hmm?" I hummed absentmindedly before snapping out of my thoughts, looking around to see my mother and Broly looking at me with confusion, "Sorry, what?"
"I was asking about your training... Are you okay?" My mother asked with a hint of worry. "Do you need me to take you to the medical center?"
"I'm fine. I was just..." My eyes briefly glanced towards the cleaver in her hand before I cleared my throat and continued, "...pondering... Training was fine. Went on a little late, but it everyone is doing well enough."
"Well, that sounds great. Is this one of your teammates?" She asked, looking towards Broly, who subsequently hid behind me when her gaze shifted towards him.
"Yes he is. Mother, this is Broly. One of the members of my team that I've been training along with the Prince." I told her, placing my hand on his back.
"Oh, so this is Broly?" She asked as she walked around the counter and knelt down in front of us.
I nod and softly push Broly towards her, giving him a reassuring smile. "Broly, this is my mother, Gine."
He looked up at Gine with a shy expression, her still being talking even while kneeling, and he held out his hand, "N-Nice to meet you..."
"Oh, you are just so cute." She said as she shook his small hand and gave him a boop on the nose.
Broly looked down and blushed at the comment, which made Gine gush over him more, thinking he was even cuter.
"Oh, you remind me of Zyleth when he was your age." She sighed wistfully.
Excuse you?! I've never blushed a day in my life woman! That's hearsay! Slander! Bullshit! Don't listen to a word this woman says, Broly! She's obviously gone mad!
"Would you like to join us for dinner?" My mother asked the small Saiyan child.
"Mhm." Broly hummed, nodding his head as he continued to look at the floor.
"Is there anything special that you would like me to make?" She asked.
Broly thinks about the question for a bit before slowly looking up at her with those hope filled eyes, "Do... Do you have juice?"
Christ, Planet Vegeta's juice supply is going to go through a massive drought at the rate he's going...
Not realizing the economical crisis of his request in the future, my mother smiles and nods before heading back towards the kitchen.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so why don't you two go do something fun while you wait." She said as she turned her focused towards chopping the meat.
"Sure." I nodded, motioning for Broly to follow me as I walked towards my room. "C'mon, Broly."
He quickly followed after me and we entered my room.
Now that I think about it, there's not really much we can do in here. It's not like Saiyans ever developed a damn game console. Not like it would sell well if they did...
I look to Broly to see what he wanted to do, but he seemed to occupied with looking around at everything in my room.
Shrugging my shoulders, I crawled onto my bed and entered the lotus position. Closing my eyes, I concentrating on my Ki, calming my breathing until I felt the gaze of a small Saiyan child.
"What are you doing?" Broly asked as he looked at me with his head tilted a bit to the side.
"I'm meditating." I answered, not opening my eyes.
"What's meditating?" He asked.
"It's a technique to calm yourself and help better channel your energy." I explained.
"Channel energy... How do you do it?" He asked as he crawled onto the bed.
I open my eyes and look at him with a raised eyebrow as he got into the lotus position, "You want to try?"
He nods his head vigorously and I can't help but be fascinated at the fact he's fascinated. I didn't think a kid would look at someone meditating as anything else but sitting and doing nothing.
Then again, he's yet to try and do it.
"Okay then." I muttered as I placed my hand on my shoulder and channel a bit of my Ki into him, causing his own energy to react.
"Huh?" He looked around at himself, seeing that he was emitting a faint white aura. He looked over at me with excitement before his face suddenly turned into a pout, "Why is my energy white but yours is purple?"
I chuckle a bit at his childish expression before answering with, "Not everyone's energy has the same color. The color of your energy usually depends on a few things."
"Like what?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Don't worry about it." I tell him as I ruffled his hair, "But just because the color is white now doesn't mean it'll be white forever."
"Does that mean I can get purple energy?" He asks excitedly.
"Possibly." I replied.
It wasn't completely out of the question...
Vegeta's Ki color changes from that light purple he had in the Saiyan Saga to white after he became a good guy. It wasn't totally out of the realm of possibility for Broly to somehow gain a purple Ki color, but I'm not a master of Ki.
Honestly, I don't really know what causes the differences in Ki color. Probably aesthetic purposes for the manga, but considering that this isn't fictional anymore, there has to be some sort of explanation.
"Alright, let's move on. I want you to close your eyes and try to feel the energy inside of you." I told him.
He nods and does what I say. Since I was helping him by channeling my Ki into him, he managed to focus in on it in just few minutes.
"Now keep focusing on that energy. Try to get a feel for it. How it moves. How it behaves." I tell him.
His Ki should be in a fairly wild state at the moment, at least that's how it was for me when I first started to meditate. Eventually I'll have him try and calm the flow of his Ki, but right now I just need him to get a grasp on meditation. Next time I'll see how he does without me helping.
Seeing that he's got the basic premise down, I close my eyes and resume my own meditation, completely unaware of the fact that Raditz had been watching us from the doorway almost the entire time.
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[General POV]
Raditz peeked into his Zyleth's room from the doorway, his anger rising as he saw his brother teaching this unknown Saiyan child that he never saw before.
Zyleth never taught him anything before, so he was very upset.
Unable to keep his emotions from boiling over, Raditz stomped away from his brother's door and went outside, slamming the front door on his way out.
Gine, seeing her youngest son's angry exit, placed the cleaver down on the counter and looked at the door, wondering what had put him in a foul mood.
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Following after her son, Gine eventually found herself in the High-Class Saiyan training grounds. Inside, she heard grunts and groans. As she stepped out, she saw Raditz ripping through a number of Kaiwareman as a means to blow off steam.
"Raditz!"
Turning to face whoever called out for him, Raditz saw his mother looking at him with a gentle expression. However, due to the fact that he had his focus taken away, he was struck in the face by one of the Kaiwareman that he had grown.
"Damnit!" He exclaimed before blasting the rude blue bastard into oblivion.
"Language." Gine admonished him softly as she walked over, kneeling down and brushing his face.
Raditz pushed her hand away and looked over to the side in a huff. "What do you want, mother?"
Seeing that he didn't want her babying him, Gine stood back up, putting her hand back on her hip and deciding to just come right out with it.
"I want to know what's going on. Why are you so angry? You were excited just an hour ago." She said, looking at him curiously.
"Hmph." Raditz didn't respond, only choosing to pout and cross her arms.
"Is it about Broly? Are you mad that Zyleth is spending time with him?" She asked.
Raditz finally turned his head and looked at her like she had just read his mind, which had basically confirmed her suspicions.
Gine knew that Raditz put his brother on a pedestal. It was hard for her not to do that herself.
Zyleth was born with the highest power level ever recorded from a Saiyan baby. From Bardock's own mentions of him training with Zyleth, their son was also a very fast learner. It didn't even take him a minute to get a grasp on his energy and how to unleash it as blast attacks.
Teaching him how to fly was also fairly simple.
He had conquered a planet three other Saiyan teams had failed to do and came back from said planet stronger than ever, defeating a veteran Saiyan Elite in just three blows.
Saiyan children idolize Zyleth.
Raditz idolizes Zyleth. He wants to be him.
So when Raditz started to act up suddenly after the appearance of Broly, someone who Zyleth was personally training, she knew exactly how Raditz would feel about it.
Jealous and upset.
"You know that just because Zyleth is training Broly doesn't mean that he loves you any less." Gine told him, putting her hand on her son's head.
"But why hasn't Zyleth ever trained with me...?" Raditz asked, his voice soft as he turned his gaze towards the ground.
"Sweetie, have you ever actually asked Zyleth to train with you?" She asked.
Raditz's small body suddenly tensed for a small moment before he shook his head.
"Then how is he supposed to know you want to train with him?" She asked him.
Seeing where he went wrong, Raditz turned his gaze back to the floor and muttered, "Guess it doesn't matter now... He's busy with his new team..."
"Oh, sweetie..." Gine smiled and ruffled her son's hair, "Y'know... Teams like Zyleth's usually have about five members. As far as I know, his team only has three right now..."
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