Rating: PG
Warning: Blood
Splatters
It suits him. And, the thing is, Raditz knows it shouldn't.
Or, if he were to be more accurate, Zarbon doesn't want it to suit him.
But, as far as Raditz is concerned, Zarbon looks pretty damn good with the blood of another splattered over his face and tangled in his hair. Especially with such a fierce scowl on his face. All he needs is a tail swishing around the backs of his knees and Raditz thinks Zarbon would make a good Saiyan.
"You can either step aside, Saiyan, or I can go through you." Zarbon says slowly. His upper lip curls as he does. "And, quite frankly, you're lucky to be getting the choice."
Raditz lingers for half a second longer before he steps aside in one smooth, deliberate movement. While doing so he doesn't break the eye contact he holds. Perhaps he would have done more; stayed between Zarbon and getting clean a moment longer or widened his smirk. But Raditz knew when he may be at risk of having the pesky weight that was his head removed from his neck.
As Zarbon stalks past, Raditz reaches out to take his chin. It only takes a second for him to swipe his tongue over Zarbon's lower lip and remove the streak of red, drying blood upon it. Then he lets go and, in an odd moment of caution and foresight, takes another step back. Zarbon's piercing eyes glare at him for a moment. Then the sound of steadily fading footsteps reaches Raditz's ears.
When Raditz realises that he hasn't obtained any physical injury, he decides this is something he'll have to pursue.
END