DB series Story collection

Point of no return II

"How old was he?" Trunks asked.

"At the time, just under one Saiyan cycle."

"Vegeta was a baby and he was killing someone?" Trunks asked in complete disbelief, assuming a Saiyan cycle was their equivalent of a year.

"Of course he wasn't a baby, idiot. He was just under one cycle, he said," Raditz snapped. Trunks frowned, realizing that of course they wouldn't tell age the same way he did.

"How old is he now?"

"Just turned three not too long ago. When he did, we took the night off and threw a party, kid, let me tell you. The whole damn universe probably heard us with those women that night," Raditz said with a snicker as Nappa laughed.

"Those chicks were fantastic! I've never had such a great lay. Too bad Vegeta got all the good looking ones to himself..." Nappa said with a sigh of disappointment.

"We should've kept them alive after we fucked them. Tough to find whores these days who are that willingly skilled," Raditz said with a smirk that sent chills down Trunks' spine. He ignored the implications they were making and grabbed another chunk of the rock hard bread.

"So would that make me around two cycles old?" he asked curiously, taking a stab to see if he could get a feel for their ages.

Nappa shrugged. "Yeah, you look like you're around two. This one here is four. I'm five."

"Old man," Raditz snickered as Trunks put it all together. He was eighteen, so roughly around twenty; that meant that Vegeta had to be around thirty. It was his best guess anyways from what they had given him, if his assumption that a Saiyan cycle was the equivalent of ten years was correct. He looked at Raditz and Nappa more closely, and found that they both also looked roughly around thirty as well. That must have been their prime age that their bodies held onto for as long as possible.

"Ares?" Trunks finally prompted.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Nappa said as he remembered. "Anyways. Vegeta annihilated this guy and word got back to Ares and his father that the prince of the Saiyans was still alive. They've been hanging in the shadows all this time, two whole cycles, just waiting. Letting us make more and more enemies. Now Ares is their new leader, recruiting our enemies, and they're getting ready for a war."

"Hundreds of them, building up right under our nose," Raditz said as he shook his head. "Last week, they sabotaged our space pods while we were on a surveillance mission for Frieza. Almost killed us with poisoned gas. We barely made it back to base on time and we couldn't finish the other assignment we had. That's why Frieza was so pissed."

"Wait a minute, how long is a week to you guys exactly?"

"Ten risings of the sun here on base. Keep up, kid."

"Hmm... I see. The Tuffles, huh..." Trunks said thoughtfully to himself.

"Rodents," Nappa hissed. "The whole lot of them. Hiding in the shadows like cowards. Won't fight us face-to-face like true men."

"Vegeta doesn't think they're a problem?"

"Vegeta doesn't think a lot of things are problems," Raditz said with a hint of bitterness to his voice. "That usually only leads to him getting hell from Frieza."

Nappa growled, "Damn that freak," he hissed under his voice. He suddenly slammed the table hard with his fist, making practically all of the "food" rise up and plop back down. Trunks scowled and went back to eating his brick bread, contemplating the new information. Absent-mindedly, he reached over with his hand to grab his things so he could hide them down his suit again.