Radittsu stepped into section 4953 of the third class living quarters. Home. Well, as much as any saiyajin can call a place home. Raditsu hadn't taken his late meal in the common cafeteria for the section because all of his family happened to be on planet, and conscious. Which didn't happen very much with his parents. And mothers cooking is better then the flavorless shit in the galley.
The door into the main area opened up, revealing the nearly bare main room. Wait a minute... why is all the furniture against the walls? Something is very wrong. He cautiously walked along the perimeter of the room, avoiding any possible danger. Until said danger appeared in front of him.
"So, you made it home," his attacker said with a smirk and a punch to his armor. "Good. I thought you might be too ashamed to show your face here ever again after my victory!"
Radittsu growled at the attacker. "Cowardly ki-blasting someone after your sidekick and second has nearly pulled his tail off is not considered a victory, brat," he growled, as he turned and lifted another attacker from behind him. "And it isn't going to work a second time. Say goodbye, you pests."
"MOTHER!!! Radittsu is about to spill our blood all over the freshly cleaned white carpet!!!"
"Radittsu! Sarris! If either one of you gets any blood on my carpet they will know what it is like to have a truly empty stomach and double training in the morning. The two of you should have already grown out of your sibling rivaly. AND YOU PUT THAT CHAIR DOWN THIS INSTANT CHAMOMIL OR YOU WILL HAVE THE SAME FATE!"
The door to the quarters *swooshed* open. The new comers first site was that of Radittsu holding up one girl by the tail, his sister by the throat, and a third girl standing behind him holding a chair to be smashed over the boys head. Bardokk walked by adolescents, "Woe betide you if this affects my dinner." The four young saiyajins blinked, broke formation, and began to replace the furniture to its original state.
Korroro was violently stirring the the pot of stew when her mate entered the kitchen, muttering under her breath about the carpet. "Have they been at it for that long?" Bardokk asked.
She spun brandishing the ladle, "Who said you could just sign Kakarotto up for an offworld purge without even discussing it with me! You were the one who chose for the last two and you KNOW I wanted the last ones fate to be decided by me!"
"How do you expect such a week brat to survive other saiyajins without even having been on his first purge. The brats in mission training would tear him apart. And who would teach him even the basics of flying!" Bardokk growled back. "Besides, I let you keep the girl, even though she had no ki reading at birth, and still doesn't."
"She seems to do just fine without it. Wasn't it her that put half of her training class in the med center last week? Besides, Chamomil doesn't have a readable power level either, and you know how her mother was. Ki obviously isn't worthy of the importance you put on it."
"Still, it hardly matters. No matter what they do in classes, or missions, they will never get anywhere without a readable ki. Kakarotto has the advantage there, and if he goes on this mission, they may reevaluate him when he gets back. Radittsu made second class when he returned from his first mission."
"Why didn't they change Sarris' or Cham's when they got back from their first mission?"
"Hnn, they didn't gain Ki, and they still don't have a reading on them. All we know is that the planet they were on got cleared and they made it back on their own. Anyway aren't they top of their training group?"
Korroro lowered her ladle. "I hate it when you are right, but that doesn't mean I won't take it out on you in training tomorrow," she stated with a dignified air, and returned to her cooking.
"Mom's weird," Sarris stated.
"Yes, yes she is," Radittsu muttered. The other two just nodded mutely.
Korroro turned around, a bright smile plastered on her face. "Alright kids! Dinnertime!"
"I hope the third one doesn't turn out like you,"Bardokk muttered in the direction of his mate.
Korroro just grinned, "Third times the charm!"
As Korroro set the stew down the stew, and every one chowed down. Korroro just sat and watched for a second, then she cleared her throat. Everyone stopped, and looked at her. She glared, lifting her hand up as if to ready a ki blast. "Utensils."
They blinked at her; she picked up her spoon, and began to eat.
***
After dinner they gathered in the main room, on the freshly replaced furniture.
"Commander Bardokk, do you know how long until my dad will be out of the Regeneration tank? It didn't look like he was injured that badly," Chamomil asked.
"Toma should be all right in a few days. Massive internal bleeding," he responded.
"Define 'massive internal bleeding', Uncle Bardokk," Oceana, the last of the young saiyajins, asked. She ignored the cringing that followed the honorific, and chose to focus on the look of adoration that came from Korroro.
"Oh, you know those heart wounds..." Bardokk said, with what could almost be described as boredom in his voice.
The adolescents then turned their full attention to Bardokk. "So what happened on your latest mission, Dad?" Sarris asked. "Any cool explosions? Technological malfunctions? Oozaru transformations?"
"Large creatures bursting into even larger sprays of blood?" Cham added.
Radittsu looked at her knowingly. "That hardly ever happens in real life. Ki blasts cauterize wounds, so there's no spray."
"There is if you must resort to using swords," Bardokk contradicted. The children's eyes widened.
"You got swords?! How did you get swords? They don't issue swords!!"
"Doesn't mean we didn't use them. Hard to do much else on a world that doesn't... ahem... respond well to ki attacks."
"Ooooh... I sense a story coming on!" Oceana announced excitedly, moving to the floor in front of Bardokk. The youth crowded around, eyes glued to the older warrior, and a battle story that was gory even by saiyajin standards was recounted.
The story ended with Cham nearly hyperventilating with excitement over the many creatures bursting into large sprays of blood, Radittsu and Sarris acting out one of the more ferocious battles, and Oceana off in her own world, looking puzzled. Suddenly, she jumped onto her feet, a look of horror affixed to her face. "But I was to stay with Chamomil and Toma this week!! What will become of me without a home to stay in?!"
Bardokk and the children stared at her, vaguely horrified. "I thought� you mean you aren't staying here?" Radittsu asked, looking around.
"I have the option of kicking out the brats that don't belong to me?" Bardokk asked gleefully.
"Of course you DON'T!!" Korroro growled. "We would never leave you out in the cold, dear," she said more evenly, addressing Oceana.
"It's never cold outside, she'd be fine mother," Radittsu muttered. Korroro glared at her oldest child, and smacked him. "OW!!"
"Your commentary is not appreciated, brat," she growled. Radittsu lowered his head.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bardokk snorted, "Well, while the lot of you are bickering about the youngest brats placement, I have the Kanasa mission to go over." He stood and walked into the door opposite the kitchen. "Stupid elites, leave the third class to clean up their failures," he muttered on the way out.