"Huh?"
I stare at the five Saiyans in front of me as if they had just asked me to help them commit suicide.
Which is what they were basically doing.
"You all are either out of your minds or extreme masochists." I responded, rolling my eyes at them.
My words caused not just Team Ocuro to look at me weirdly, but also Team Bardock and my own team, although that those last ones seemed more confused than anything else.
"Zyleth, how do you know what a masochist is?" My father asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh please, he just probably heard someone else say that word before and just repeated it." Rhuba said as she rolled her eyes back at me, "There's no way that he actually knows what a masochist is."
"If that's what you think I'd be more than happy to give you a demonstration in private." I told her with a smirk.
That remark caused Tora to spit out the water he was in the middle of drinking and Borgos to choke on his food. Again, the children sitting at my own table just seemed utterly confused.
Rhuba herself couldn't even seem to process it, just staring at me with complete and utter shock, as did the rest of her team.
I'm starting to realize that it's pretty fun to see people's reactions when grown women get hit on by a four year old. The amount of short circuiting they do is nothing short of hilarious. Although it's too bad that I know nothing would really come out of it.
God, I hope the Android Saga comes along soon...
"We are going to have a very long discussion later about why you know about any of that." Bardock said, looking at me with a serious gaze.
Oh, so I'm old enough to cause the extinction of an entire species, but still too young to know about what sex is? I'm starting to think that Saiyan society might be a little misconstrued on what to teach their children.
Then again, as I just mentioned, they teach their children genocide...
"What's a masochist?" Vegeta asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Ask your mother." I said instantly, not wanting to have that discussion with him of all people.
"Enough!" Ocuro yelled.
I look over and see that we've apparently somehow pissed off Team Ocuro. They probably took out banter as an insult since we were not paying them any of the attention that they wanted.
Which was dumb, as we weren't intentionally insulting them.
We just didn't care about their existence.
"Oh sorry, I forgot you were here." I told them, this time I was deliberately just trying to piss them off, "What did you want again?"
"You petulant, impudent, contemptuous child!" Ocuro yelled as he glared at me with a fury so great that I'm honestly a little surprised he didn't go Super Saiyan.
I leaned on the table and rested my head against my fist, looking up at him with an amused and shit-eating grin.
Now that seemed to be the one that broke the camels back as he finally snapped and lifted his hand towards my face, charging up a blast in his palm.
I go to grab his wrist with my tail, but I stop and just let the situation play out when I felt the energy of a certain someone walk up behind their group.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN--"
Ocuro didn't even get to finish his sentence before one of his team members put a hand over his mouth and pulled him down towards the ground to kneel.
"King Vegeta!" Orko exclaimed in fear. "It--It is such an honor, sire!"
Seeing Ocuro's face go from red faced anger to pale faced fear was one of the satisfying things I've ever seen in both my lifetimes.
"Obviously." The prideful King said with an unamused glare. "Do not make me repeat myself."
"We-- We were just challenging Zyleth to a friendly battle, Your Majesty..." Ocuro finally answered the King's question.
"A battle?" Sela asked incredulously as she appeared from out of nowhere.
King Vegeta looked at him with the same look as his wife. "Are you perhaps short on brains, Ocuro? You are nowhere near Zyleth's league. You couldn't even defeat Nappa."
That remark from the King caused Ocuro to grit his teeth in anger.
"Nappa? They tried to fight Nappa?" Fasha asked, looking towards the groveling group of Saiyans.
"And lost?" My father asked directly after, staring at them like Fasha, only the expression on his face was one of complete confusion.
"Yes." Sela replied with her usual cold demeanor, "Quite spectacularly if I'm recalling correctly."
"I'm still lost. So you tried to beat Nappa and failed, so you challenge the one who demolished him?" Bardock asked Ocuro, not able to understand the thinking behind their decision.
"The only reason that oaf didn't win was because he didn't take the battle seriously from the start. We won't be making that mistake." Ocuro seethed.
Everyone proceeded to look at him as if he was stupid.
I mean, he's right, but he was also completely wrong.
Nappa not taking it seriously was a dumb decision on his part, that was definitely true, but he was also three times weaker than me at that time. And even if these five had a chance back then, their mistake was waiting months to challenge me.
My current strength is nearly five times that Nappa's power level in the Saiyan Saga.
"But why are you even challenging him in the first place?" Tora asked.
The members of Team Ocuro looked at each other, unsure if they should answer the question or just ignore it.
"Because they want to move up in the ranks." I answered for them.
Ocuro looked at me with widened eyes. "How-- How do you--"
"Why else would you be challenging Elite warriors? There's no reason for you to other than to increase your team's standing." I said as I gave a little shrug.
To increase your standing in Saiyan society, you need to have an official match with a warrior who is member of the tier you're trying to rise up to.
The match also needs to have a witness that is in the same ranking as your opponent. So if you challenge an Elite, you need to have another Elite to witness and confirm that you actually won.
It wasn't hard to guess what they were trying to do. They had probably saw Nappa get absolutely destroyed and thought they could take him in with no difficulty since he was beaten by a small child, only to get smacked by reality when they got pummeled.
And in their inability to comprehend why they lost, they chalked it up to Nappa only losing the match against me because he refused to take me seriously.
"There's one thing that I don't understand though. Why would you challenge all the higher up Elites when you could easily win against the lower ranked ones?" I asked curiously.
On Planet Vegeta, there's a class ranking system for the Saiyans that we all know about already.
Low-Class, Mid-Class, High-Class, and the class every Saiyan and their mother wants to be a part of, Elite-Class.
But what most Saiyans didn't know, is that within the Elite-Class ranking system, was another ranking system.
Each Saiyan Elite is placed on a separate list, and that list ranks the Saiyan Elites from the strongest to the weakest members.
I was ranked second on that list.
The King was first since I hadn't challenged him, nor will I ever, cause it's just a waste of time to do so.
Bardock was originally in second place, but is now in third after willingly giving me the slot after realizing that I was far stronger than him in our sparring matches.
Nappa was in fourth after his third place slot was taken by me during our arena match.
Tora, Shugesh, Fasha, and Borgos all occupied the fifth through eighth slots after going through rigorous amounts of training in an attempt to catch up to me.
The ninth slot was occupied by some Saiyan I've never even met, and Paragus held the tenth.
But the thing that confuses me is that they didn't have to choose from the top ten. The list literally ranks every Elite, all twenty-nine of them, even the weakest. They could've picked an Elite at the lower end of the list and could probably defeat them without that much difficulty.
Despite how they looked, they weren't all that weak compared to the average Saiyan. They all hovered around 3,000, with Ocuro himself at around 3,700.
"You don't know..." Ocuro whispered with anger.
"Hmm?" I hummed, raising a curious eyebrow at his sudden change in attitude.
"You don't know how humiliating it is being the laughing stock of those pompous Elites!" Ocuro suddenly yelled out, which caused me to tilt my head slightly at the outburst, "You, who was born with that title, don't know what's it's like to claw your way out from the bottom of the ladder, just for them to look down on you and treat you like disposable trash!"
"So this is because you want to prove some kind of point? To prove that Elites aren't special, or something similar to that effect?" I asked with a bored tone.
"Yes!" Ocuro yelled out, his team standing behind him with determined expressions on each of their faces.
You know, after hearing what he had to say, I can't help but be disappointed at his answer.
I thought he actually had something interesting to say.
After he was done catching his breath from all the unnecessary yelling, I shook my head and replied, "That's it? So fucking lame."
He jerked back, obviously not expecting that from me, and he went to say some sort of rebuttal. Seeing this, I just stood up from my chair and started to walk out of the canteen, not really interested in listening to him speak anymore.
"What the--?! Where are you going?!" Ocuro yelled out, looking at me with contempt.
"The training area." I told him before looking over my shoulder at him and his team, "You said you wanted to fight, didn't you?"
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