They were just two lone, anti-social strangers in a bar and later neither of them could have said how they had gotten caught in conversation, but it had happened.
"She's just so annoying, it's unbelievable,"the taller complained, continuing with a rather bad and over the top imitation of a woman's voice."`I'm just trying to help you, you don't have to be so stubborn!´"
"`Are you trying to kill yourself?´"the other man took over, also imitating a woma's voice, also sounding rather ridiculous."`It wouldn't hurt you to be a little grateful, you know.´ God, I just want to blast her to smithereens sometimes."
"Hear! Hear!"his drinking companion gave back.
There were a few moments of silence as both men nursed their drinks.
Then the short, wild-haired man spoke once more."Can't do that, though. Still need her."
He paused thoughtfully."And I'm not sure I really want to."
The other nodded solemnly, fully understanding.
"You know what's the worst part?"he said, downing his drink and signalling the barman for two more."She loves me, the silly woman."
"Women,"Vegeta muttered, accepting the drink from Voldemort."They're an enigma!"