Point of View: Vanie
The preparations for the mission and the training are almost complete. King Vegeta provided a lot of useful things for this trip, like a massive ship with its own healing pod, a training area, and enough food to last a few months.
'Leekon is going to like the weights I brought for the training room,' I think, a smile unconsciously forming at the corner of my mouth. 'I think we can leave for the mission planet today.'
Just then, I see the king himself approaching, descending from the air and landing near me. "Vegeta should be arriving with your son soon," is the first thing he says.
"Yes, I know."
Beside him is a muscular Saiyan, over two meters tall, with hair that looks more like a bush on top of his head and a thin mustache framing his lips. He lands and says nothing, just stands there evaluating me. I know who he is, but I don't remember his name.
"This one will help you with the boy's and my son's training," he says, smiling as he points to the Saiyan.
I nod, then he says, "Haa… how could I forget?"
He continues, "Have you prepared the healing pod for your son?" The bastard says this right afterward. I don't respond; I won't give him that satisfaction. I turn my face away, toward the workers transporting all the supplies into the spaceship, along with the medical team and everyone else responsible for the vessel.
"Hey, answer the King right now." The big guy says, stepping in front of me.
"I don't feel like it," I snap, frowning as I look up to face him.
"Well, now, you bitch, know your place," he says, raising his fist. I just stare at him, ready to break this worthless giant, but before anything could happen, King Vegeta says, "Look who's here."
Then I see Vegeta arriving with... 'Leekon is extremely injured...'
"MY LEEKON!!!"
My ki flares up and rises like a white flame, igniting completely. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Before I realize it, I punch the big guy, knocking him aside. Then, as fast as I can, I snatch Leekon from the boy's hands and take him as quickly as possible to a member of the medical team, who starts to tremble when he sees me approaching.
"Miss, what do you need?" he asks, stuttering, when I get in front of him.
"Fix him now," I say with hatred burning in my voice.
Point of View: Leekon
'This is getting old,' I think, feeling the oxygen mask on my face along with a green fluid and the glass around me in the healing pod.
I look at my hands, clenched into a fist with a much stronger grip than before. I wasn't on the verge of death like I was against the five Saibamen, where I could have died from blood loss and injuries all over my body. So, my power level, by my estimates, should be around nineteen to twenty thousand, not increasing as astronomically as the last time, when it jumped by six times.
In any case, I'm not frustrated about losing. My opponent was much stronger than me, and even so, I managed to break some of his bones. I managed to make him bleed, and the bastard didn't do what I did when he was weak. He didn't hold back to make the fight last longer, and I'd be pissed off if he had.
But I also couldn't go all out. I was fighting for fun and training, not for survival against him. I could have easily launched a Death Beam from my eyes and pierced his brain while I was holding him. He would have ended up like the main character's dad in Brightburn.
Putting spikes on my ki shield, completely piercing his body when he attacked, or even cutting off a limb with a ki sword or axe… I guess I was a little frustrated, yes. But anyway, as I said before, it was training.
Looking inside the healing pod, there was a different button than every other time I had been in one, and by instinct, I pressed it. Then, the water in the healing chamber drained, and the oxygen mask covering my face detached, freeing me from the machine.
When I set my foot on the ground, I immediately noticed that this wasn't the infirmary I was used to.
Taking a few steps, I saw a very tall man lying down, sleeping with his chest rising and falling as he breathed, on a medical bed with a bandage wrapped around his chest. I approached. "Hey, big guy, wake up," but got no response.
So, I poked his forehead repeatedly and repeated "hey" with each poke.
"Hey," poke. "Hey," poke. "He..."
"STOP THAT SHIT!" he screamed, waking up with a look of pain and irritation as he sat up slightly on the medical bed.
"Glad you're awake. Do you know where we are?" I asked with an innocent face, as if I hadn't done anything.
"You woke me up for this?" Now that's a truly irritated face.
"Just answer, big guy."
"We're... wait, you're Vanie's son, right?" he suddenly asked, becoming surprisingly cheerful.
"Yes," I replied, raising an eyebrow at his reaction.
"HAHA! Why didn't you say so sooner? We're on the spaceship heading to your mission, your first mission!" he said with the smile of someone expecting something incredible to happen. As he spoke, a bloodthirsty grin formed on his face: "A Saiyan's first conquest is unforgettable!"