Up for Interpretation
Chapter One:
Hashi
Gokuu stirred from sleep, rubbing her eyes tiredly before smiling, and then rose from her ...
Couch?
Huh? How'd I get here? Suddenly it all came rushing back to her, and she padded over to her room to peek in on the six beings inside. She ducked back out when she realized that her tail was out in the open for them to see if any were awake.
The prince of Saiyajin. Was she Saiyajin too? A Saiyajin like Vegeta and his men? There was so much that she wanted to ask of him. Every other second of him being awake, Gokuu had been ready to yank her tail out of her pants where she had hidden it to show him, and then ask him, 'Am I one of you?'
However, she had been so busy with wrapping, and feeding them all that she didn't want to waste anymore time. They all seemed to have stomachs even larger than her, and that was saying something!
Or maybe not ... what if all Saiyajin have to eat a lot. I probably eat less that they do because I'm so much smaller, Gokuu thought to herself as she went back to the living room to put her clothes back on. After making sure that her tail was safely hidden down her trousers, she went back to her room to walk through the path she had made around the futon.
Checking the one-eyed man's temperature again, Gokuu then took the wet cloth from his forehead to dampen it with cool water again before replacing it back onto his brow, "There, don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
She didn't know why she was talking to him; they were all still asleep. At least, it seemed that way until she turned to see Vegeta staring at her, "Oh, you're awake again. Hungry? I was about to go fishing."
"Starving," he answered, and she didn't blame him.
He had fainted from the pain when she had been setting his arm and legs. Gokuu had been unable to feed him because of this, but it made it quite easy to clean and sew up his face, "I'll be back soon, okay?"
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Watching the girl return from wherever she had gone to, Turles rose one of his arms, "Hey, little one ..."
She glanced over at him before checking up on the sleeping prince for some reason, murmuring to herself, "Aitsu ha nemurikonda ... Ojisan, nan da yo?" The young woman had directed that question at him, and he crooked his fingers to her.
"Come 'ere."
Approaching him, she sat beside him on the floor, "Hm?"
He pointed at himself, tapping his chest, "Turles." Then he pointed at her, and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Taa ... Tur ..." she smiled nervously, and tilted her head to the side, "Nani?" f
"Turles," he repeated, "Turles. And you are?"
"Tur ... res ... Turles ... Turles?" When he nodded, she smiled brighter, pointing at herself, "Son Gokuu."
"Son Goku ..."
"Gokuu," she said, stressing the last part a bit.
Nodding, he said, "Gokuu ... Gokuu ... Okay, Gokuu, nice to meet you."
She bowed her head to him, "Hajimemashite."
"... Hajimeishata?"
"Ah ... anou ..." she began to smile, and said slower for him, understanding that he wanted to talk to her in some way, "Hajimemashite."
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Vegeta suddenly realized that he was awake when he heard the young girl speaking softly in Saiyago, "Water ..."
He tried to sit up, only then remembering that he was very much wounded, and he cried out in pain, shouting out in the roughest language that he knew, "Fucking hell!"
She was suddenly beside him, cooing in her own language again, "You shouldn't move, Vegeta. You're still too hurt."
"You were speaking in Saiyago?" He suddenly grated out in her language.
"Saiyago? Well, yes, I think so," she said, and then she smiled. "Oh, since you're awake now, I can get you your food, huh?" The girl winked as if sharing a small joke with him, "I bet you're still very, very hungry."
"Of course," he murmured, his nose twitching after he sniffed the air for food. Whatever it was smelled divine.
"She and I were trying to talk," he heard Turles say after she had gone out of the room. "She seems like a quick learner."
His bodyguard, Nappa, put in, "They were hanging all over each other. It was sickening."
"I don't care about what ... Turles does ... in his spare time, Nappa."
"But in the public eye-?"
"I don't care, Nappa!" He kept quiet after that.
"Okay," she returned a few minutes later with quite a few steaming dishes, putting them beside his futon before taking her chopsticks, and grabbing what looked like some kind of meat. "Here. Open up."
Vegeta froze, becoming quite aware of his vulnerability. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Nappa glowering at him, still likely upset over how close this girl had gotten to him. He appeared to be even angrier than before because she was now being audacious enough to feed him! A privelege that had usually been given to a Saiyajin's mate or even - dare he think it - lover.
"No, I can try doing it myself." How he would do that, Vegeta had no clue.
He watched her bite her lip, and then she shook her head, "That's ridiculous. You can't do that or you'll end up hurting yourself. I won't help you in making your injuries worse."
"How very contradictory," he muttered, feeling a growl rise from deep in his chest. "You say you wish me no more harm, but starving me would surely do that."
"And so would allowing you to drop hot dishes over yourself, and unsetting your bones." There came a pout to her full lips then, "You would never be able to pick anything up with your arm and both hands broken anyway, Vegeta. I really don't mind feeding you."
"But I mind! I'm not going to let you shovel food into my mouth like a child!"
Exasperated, she asked, "What's wrong with me feeding you?"
"You're not my lover - I don't fuck you."
She turned an interesting shade of gray before her cheeks and then the rest of her face flooded with blood, "Wha ... what?"
He felt his cheeks heat up as he repeated, "You're not my lover ... and I certain would never deign to submit to carnal desires for a scrawny little girl."
Vegeta watched as her own cheeks turned into an odd shade of gray before her entire expression turned into that of red rage, "'Carnal desires?' You pervert!"
"I say it in the best way I know how, and you call me a pervert?"
She sputtered, indignant, "You thought that was best? Telling me I'm a scrawny little girl? That's the best way? You're a nasty pervert!"
"Take it back!"
"No!"
Letting out a deep snarl, Vegeta managed to sit up, leaning toward her to show off his fangs threateningly. If the little bitch would not retract her assessment of him, surely the baring of his growing fangs would quickly change her mind. She gave out a lazy huff, ignoring him as she started to eat the food she had brought out for him. Vegeta stopped growling with a surprised start, and stared at her incredulously.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating your food," she said. "It'll go to waste if I just wait for you to stop being a nasty pervert" - he growled sharply - "and for you to apologize."
"Apologize for what? For you calling me a pervert?"
"But you are!" She began to blush again, the ends of those sticks that she used to eat with resting against her lips, "You talking about ... about ..."
Scowling, he said, "I told you - 'lover' is the best word I know for it."
Her eyebrows raised, "'Lover?' You think I'm upset about that?"
"You're ... you're not?"
She shook her head, starting to smile a little, "Nope."
"Then what the hell is the matter with you?"
Her cheeks flushed faintly again, "Could ... you maybe not talk about carnal desires so carelessly?"
"..." He shook his head, completely bewildered, "How about I just drop the whole subject of sex in its entirety?"
"Um ... okay." She fiddled with the sticks again - chopsticks if his download wasn't totally skewered - before glancing back up at him, "Still hungry?"
"Are you going to give me the food so I can feed myself?"
"No."
"Then no."
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Radittsu threw the hashi down, snarling at the hacking Turles - that seemed the only way that Turles could laugh ever since Dodoria had stepped on his chest.
"I'd like to see you try it!" Beside Radittsu, the small female smiled before picking up the hashi to patiently place them back into his left hand.
"Ojisan," she gained his attention, holding her own two sticks together without effort. "Ne?"
Scowling at the two sticks in his own hand, he attempted to straighten them out into at least a semblance of what she seemed to be doing with her hand. He was failing, naturally, since he had only one hand with which to manuever the sticks, and he was doing it with his less dexterious hand - his right hand still a painful mass of nerves.
Suddenly, Radittsu smirked, "Hey! I think I got it!"
"Ahn?" She leaned closer to him, causing the large Saiyajin male to stare at her in wonder. She ... she really doesn't fear us, does she? She must be the biggest moron I've ever encountered. Not scared of a Saiyajin ... and six of us are right in front of her! "So-"
Nappa screamed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, "Who does she think she is? Getting so close like that. I'd crush her head-"
"If Vegeta would only give you permission," Turles finished the most common of the tirades that Nappa shouted throughout the day, and then hacked out his laugh again, "but I think ... the real reason is that you ... can't."
The larger of the two males grimaced sourly, "Well ... that would be a totally different story if Vegeta would stop mooning over her like some moonstruck little shite."
"Fuck, Nappa, he bites her head off more than you seem to. You know how pissed off he is," Radittsu mumbled as he gradually accomplished conversing with the two of them, and at least holding the hashi in place. A moment after he realized that he was doing so correctly - what with the girl smiling and shouting "Yatta! Yatta!" over and over - he tried opening and closing the end of the sticks, and he got the ends to touch the other briefly. He messed up when he attempted the act again after pulling the ends back apart, but he was vaguely pleased that he had succeeded in even that small amount.
"Hey, we're hungry, and-"
Radittsu said dryly, "I fucking wonder why."
"I'm not going to be spoon fed like some infant!"
Furious, he chucked the hashi at Nappa, the two sticks pelting his head, but doing no damage, "You think I like not being able to use my hand any more?" Nappa shut his mouth, "Huh? Answer me, Nappa! My right hand, Nappa, the one I used the most, and now it's like it's gone. I'm pissed. Vegeta's pissed. Everybody's pissed off! Shut the fuck up."
"... Ojisan." Turles, Nappa, and Radittsu turned their heads to stare at her. Radittsu had been almost certain that she would not have been there beside them after that tirade of his, but there she was - holding out another pair of chopsticks to him, and saying, "Hashi?"
The smile that came over her lips when he hesitantly took the hashi, should have sickened him, but instead he just tried not to snarl too much at the little thing. He still figured that they were lucky their heads weren't on pikes because of their ferocity.
"... Hey, Nappa."
He grunted, looking away from the girl, "What?"
"You really do need to eat something. I didn't help Vegeta just to get my hand crushed, and to watch him whither away and die."
"So why do you want me to eat?"
Glancing over at Vegeta to see if he was breathing evenly, Radittsu then leaned toward Nappa a bit to murmur, "If Vegeta sees you eating-"
"Hashi, hashi!"
With a sigh, Radittsu started trying to work the hashi out in his left hand again, "If Vegeta sees you eating, he might stop trying to act tough. He'd at least be a few days closer to letting the chit feed him."
Nappa would not need the young woman's help to eat exactly, but to actually sit up. Once Vegeta saw how he was acting, perhaps he'd let down his pride enough to let himself be fed. After all, both of Vegeta's hands were wrapped up as protectively as Radittsu's useless right hand, and for the same reason too. He had to have her feed him because of the beating Freeza had given him.
Which was why he was attempting to use the hashi utensil, then the girl would have more time to do so, and not waste more time on Radittsu.
After a while, the general shifted on his mattress, "All right, I'll do it. Only reason why is because of Vegeta though, okay?"
"Oh, come now," Turles said, "you were going ... to cave soon ... anyway."
"... Was not."
"Yatta! Omee ha yattan da!"
"Hm?" Radittsu looked over at her, and then suddenly became aware of him opening and closing the ends of the two hashi sticks, "... Ha! See that?"
"So?" Nappa rolled his eyes.
He scowled over at him, "Hey, these things are hard." Radittsu then looked over at the girl, ... What was her name again? "... Goko?"
She scratched the back of her head, embarrassed for him that he had forgotten, "Gokuu. Son Gokuu."
"Gokuu ... Son Radittsu?" Did she just say 'I am Gokuu?'
Blinking, she then giggled, "Iya, Son ja nai yo. Ora ha Son da."
"... Yeah, whatever."
She didn't say anything to that for a while before asking, "Radittsu?"
Smirking he nodded, "Yeah, I'm Radittsu."
"... Yeah, I'm Gokuu ..." she beamed at his surprised expression.
"I told you ... she was quick," Turles managed to say. "Mizu."
"Water," she replied cheerfully.
"Good ... Tabemono."
"Food," and then she giggled. "Saa, harahetta mo ..."
Nappa looked at Turles, "What was that last part?"
Turles smirked, "No clue."
"Ne, Turles-san, Radittsu-san, tabenai mo ka?"
Sitting up straighter, Radittsu smirked, "I know what that means. Bring on the chow!" After the girl left, he said without turning his head, "And, Nappa, don't forget what you're doing for Vegeta. Might be best to practice doing it without cringing from her touch."
"But Nappa ... is allergic, remember?" Turles smiled dryly, eyes rolling toward Nappa. "He'll ... grow boobs ... and bare us children ... if he's ... touched."
"Shut up, you damned space pirate!"
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Power levels are the same as last chapter since Gokuu-chan hasn't gone out to go train since she's taking care of these boyos.
And uh ... ; Things will speed up in the next chapter, and a few more things about the boys will become more apparent.
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