>>5437938You can feel pangs of temptation inside you. That swirling tail, that pretty face, peculiar olive skin and the raw strength of her body… A big part of you would simply say yes right now and enjoy an hour or two with Calava, but as you think of that, you feel also… Guilt? When you think of Bulma. It shouldn’t be so, it’s not as if she is your wife, or even your mate, for that matter, and yet.
“I admire your loyalty for the Saiyan way.” You say. “But you should listen to Kalabash, the Saiyan race has changed.”
She backs off, removing herself from your desk. You continue, “Pure physical strength will lead to the death of what little remains of our race. It worked back when there were so many thousands of us, but now only few remain.”
She looks down. You continue once more. “Besides, intrigue and plotting has always been present in our society. My father was plotted so that none could have a higher power level than me, that I know. The old ways have been gone for a longer time than you and I might imagine. Perhaps for as long as Sadala.”
“Then what are we fighting for?” Calava asks as she crosses her arms. “What’s the point of all this?”
“The point is to redefine what being a Saiyan is, what Saiyan pride means.” You say. “And I will make sure it is done in such a way that we will finally take our rightful place in the galaxy.”
She nods. “Fine, what a long-winded way of denying my rapprochement.” She shrugs. “You have lofty ambitions, my prince, but we are still 10 Saiyans stuck in a lonely ship in the big bad galaxy, you know?”
“That is why we need allies, and the earthlings are one of our allies. You have not seen them yet, they may not match our strength directly, but they have many ways around that. Including an infinite determination and their ability to be open-minded with things.”
You close your eyes. “Were it not for their mercy, Calava, I would be dead, as would you and Kalabash and his family, for my servants and I would not have been there to save you.”
That seems to have hit her deep somewhere as she ponders for a good while before responding. “You know… What I told Kalabash before about my father, I don’t mean it. It’s just… It hurts when everyone seems to have given up on our very own race.”
“Your father was brave, Calava, and he made the choices he saw fit at the time.” You take a hand to your forehead. “If anything, you should blame me for not being a good prince for so many years.”
You see her sniffle once and a single tear fall from her cheek, she wipes it off quickly. “I’m going to train.” She says, then she turns around and leaves.
“Aye, a true Saiyan.” You tell yourself. You take a moment to relax before you hear a comms alarm, it’s time for morning training with your warriors.
