The clash between Nappa and Vegeta was significantly more vicious than their previous sessions. The methodical approach did not fit Nappa, not that he lacked patience, it just wasn't his style. Vegeta was forced by Nappa to swallow the fact that he is currently weaker; yet his ever growing ego refused to lie down to the evidence of his inferiority. In reality it's just his immaturity holding him back.
The battle was stripped of titles as Nappa punished each failure. Realistically Nappa could swat the prince as he currently was, but he knew that holding back would turn this buzzing bug into a raging bull. Before he was holding too much back and frankly boring himself, but now each punishment of his was a gamble, where his bets would be cashed out at the end of each session.
Slam!
Vegeta was hit hard on the shoulder by a clubbing blow, sending him head first into the cold metal below. He only just stopped his already battered head from hitting the floor, the sweat and surface level blood keeping the momentum.
When he struggles to stand up, holding his left arm that was limp by his side, and gasping for air. The product of a horrible attempt to block a straight punch with his shoulder. His eyes glance to the limbs that weren't numb and plan accordingly.
Visualizing hitting Nappa's weak spots to open up his vital spots. Preparing to use the forms he learned. Which merely instructed him on where and how to hit. Learning anything for your average saiyan came through experience, but saiyans with merit could access the vast collections of pillaged and inherited knowledge. For most that make it to the point of looking for more, the combat forms become redundant, but for nobility it gives them a tiny edge.
Vegeta watched as the bald brute stood in waiting with a smirk on his face. The prince's one and only advantage. He chooses the start of each round.
With nothing left to think about he dove in. His eyes searched for an opening on the smug man. Eyes darting across the man's body in a feint itself. Because the young boy understood there were no openings on a forward approach. Flying would give him access to more options than at first glance.
Vegeta pushed off the ground for a very telegraphed kick. His body rose and twisted to whip a kick that never came. Instead he was already back on the ground as a fist hooked the air where he was.
The kick led to him tucking in his arms and legs there after, causing him to spin like a drill. Floating downward quickly in an instant like a spacecraft making evasive maneuvers, he shot past the wide gap between Nappa's legs and sloppily ended the spin catching himself on three limbs while the other was numb and unable to assist.
Using an energy attack at this level of exhaustion would be to his detriment, but he lifted his numb arm, moved down to hold himself up and the other shot forth a weak, but bright blast of yellow energy.
Kksshhbam!
The energy collided with Nappa's back armor causing an obscuring explosion.
Vegeta was already gasping, but now after releasing energy he grasped at the bottom of his well, the boy was struggling to stay upright. His formally limp arm trembles as he perspirates in excess.
His eyes darted up to assess the results he honestly expected. The Prince wouldn't delude himself into believing the brute before him was anything less than the warrior his father expected. When the dust cloud settles, Nappa was just fine, not even a scorch mark on him, not even a scuff mark.
Nappa had rolled his shoulders before turning to face the kid. His hand already opened up, fingers spread as they twitched at open air.
Crackle!
"Hehehaha, Mine turn" he cackled while palming a lighter yellow amorphous ball of energy. Holding it like it weighs something when energy was known to be weightless in the hands of its owner.
Vegeta's exhausted eyes widened at the sight. He knew right away that an energy blast coming from a person who could tank him, would only lead to his untimely demise.
"Don't you…dare!" Vegeta starts and pushes further off the ground. It's a real struggle with all his exhaustion built up.
His mind races with how to react. Watching in slow motion as the large man hefted the ball of energy over like it was a shot put and his style was tossing it one handed. Eventually Nappa's arm arches horizontally and his hand hits the release point. Only as it seems the ball of energy is about to fly does his mind finally twitch into action.
His better arm and the rest of his limbs pushed away in an attempt to dodge.
"Survive this ohkay!Bomber…. DX" he calls out as the energy flies in its own little arc like a lob. A fast distraction ball of light yellow energy with an uneven trail.
"Huuah" Vegeta desperately cries out while attempting to dodge.
Scree-Boom!
The energy bomber collides with the metal floor just beside the spot Vegeta had been struggling to stand. He had moved, but Nappa gave the boy an instructor's mercy. It wasn't going to hit the kid, unless he dodged in the opposite direction Nappa predicted. Instead of taking the attack head on, the prince had dodged creating even more space between him and the blast.
The distance he made wasn't enough to get out unscathed, in fact after that Vegeta had been knocked unconscious.
The blast had sent him flying into the wall. No breaks just getting absolutely launched into unforgiving steel where his back hits the wall.
Thump!
His body slumps down the wall to the floor unmoving. Nappa tracks his vitals with the Scouter and deems this session at its end. The man took his time with each step making sure the prince really was down for the count.
"Now that" he starts while lifting the boy up by the scruff of his neck. "was a much better time."
("Wacking around the prince like some new recruit really was cathartic") He chews on the thought with the relieved grin sticking to his face, although he would never even mutter the fact outloud.
Nappa hoisted the child's light body onto his shoulder ("Good thing I missed that attack..") A bead of sweat falls down his cheek as he peeks over at the place where his energy bomber hit. The reinforcement metal was scarred severely
He proceeded to inform the King of a successful session of combat instruction. Saying so into his Scouter preparing to transmit via its minimalist control scheme.
"Make sure to record his progress and be sure he ends up in his chambers by the end of the night" The king commands before ending the transmission.
Nappa wasn't a baby sitter, however he knew first hand where the urgency comes from. He shares the same type of grief as the king after all, just lacking the same level of living motivation.
The rest of his night was thoroughly uneventful.
(A fun little extra chapter, a continuation on the Nappa and Vegeta Scenes rather than skipping it)