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I'm sorry about the delay, and I don't know if I'll get anymore done before the end of year with the holidays and all. Please forgive me. I will try to post more as soon as I can.
Chapter 8 - Morning Visitor
Cold shivers ran through a slight Sayian frame as it darted from the small stream severing a bathtub to the small capsule house. Even his ki was unable to stop the frosty morning air from freezing the water on his blanket. He rounded the entrance of the bedroom to find his blue mate leisurely toweling her hair as steam poured from the small doorway she stood by. He couldn't stop his jaw from gaping. "Woman! Why didn't you say anything about this blasted house having a shower!?"
"You didn't ask." She smirked; watching the small man explode into a tirade of curses in more languages than she could count. She gathered, as he stormed, that he had frozen his "assets" off bathing in a stream as he threw a stiff blanket at her feet.
She merely let her towel fall and moved her bare form across the room to dress. The prince's anger was cut short at the sight. He quickly changed tactics and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked as she felt his cold hands running up her back to her shoulders. "Oh no you don't, you're going to help me warm up."
Playful and passionate hours passed as the planet turned and its suns diffracted light warmed the landscape with its kaleidoscope of color. Having finished cleaning a Sayian sized breakfast Bulma moved out the front door with her coffee to watch the light drench her surroundings in color. Her eye slowly moved from her right to front as she stepped, but not in time to avoid running into an immovable form. Coffee splashed everywhere as she raised her eyes to the armored Sayian standing before.
"What are you doing here? State your business." He glowered in Sayia.
Her eyes blinked as she tried to recover and understand what he had spoken. She stammered for a moment backing slightly. He grabbed her arm and she panicked, darting her eyes about to find some way of saving herself. It came to her quickly and she yelled. "Awning auto-extend."
The robust fighter was caught off guard by the woman's shrill scream. His grip loosened and before he could tighten it he heard a whoosh and found himself airborne. The throbbing in his head reseeded as he hit the ground and lost consciousness.
Vegeta flew from his shower at sensing his mate's fear flying through the house and to her, shampoo still dripping in his eyes. He swiveled about searching for danger. "What! What!"
She stared at the motionless figure several hundred feet away. He followed her eyes and went to see the damage. The prince moved to the figure and found a member of the Sayian boarder patrol lying in the dirt, tail twitching. Though out cold, the fighter bore only minor injuries. His earthy mate made her way over as he shook his head, moving back to the house. "Get a first aid kit and patch him up. I'm going to rinse off."
By the time he returned Bulma was putting away the kit and the bandaged guard had a cold pack on his dented forehead. "Serves him right for underestimating you."
A groan caught their attention. The Sayian began to stir slightly. Bulma looked down and turned toward the house. "Have you got everything? I'm going to pack up."
"Hn." Was all the response she received as she marched to their portable dwelling and collapsed it. The Sayian royal just watched the form beneath him, brown tail twitching in the dirt. He had barely seen a full blooded, tailed Sayian since he first arrived on earth. A sudden sense of protectiveness moved through him and he sat himself on a rock by the fighter. The genius could only stare as she found her way back to him.
Slowly the wounded warrior's eyes fluttered and started to open and he turned his head trying to rise. The planets spinning increased as his shoulders and the ground parted. Shaking his head the warrior fought the dizziness, but his eyes could only manage a hazy assessment of his surrounding. Green parted into the gray of a rock, and a long black rope swaying lazily near two light branches. "No, not branches, legs." He thought shaking his head again. Doubling his efforts he looked intently at what lay before him. Moving his eyes up the rope he found a dark figure sitting, presumably cross-legged, on a rock. Thought slowly cleared as his eyes moved from the rope to the body of his watcher. The finial realization washed over him. "A Sayian tail!?"
"No, it's a black Narzinian serpent and I'm the great wizard Greshelon." An acerbic voice snorted as the appendage shot toward him and retreated. Dark legs unraveled to the grass and a white gloved hand extended quickly to warrior's own tail. "Not that I'm sure that's a Sayian tail, for no Sayian I know would let their guard down so foolishly."
His pride bristled, "That, that. woman doesn't have a speck of power." He stammered.
"Well, for a woman with no power she managed to knock you out quiet nicely. Don't you think?" The dark figure chided, as a light giggle floated across the breeze.
The truth hung around him as he again shook his head trying desperately to remove the haze ensnaring him. His body almost shook at the realization. He was lying defenseless on the ground, and the weak creature standing behind the curious dark tailed Sayian held the credit for it. He lowered his head only to raise it to a fuzzy face topped with black hair. The features were somewhat clearer as his vision was improving, but he still couldn't make out any features; except the eyes. Two black voids stared down at him and he could sense them peering through him. In their depths he perceived unimagined power. As quickly as they had appeared they retreated.
"Hn, don't be too grated by it. My mate has defeated stronger men than you with her cunning. Now if you could tell me the quickest way to Istrasheeraa we will leave you to mend."
The fighter took in the words as his mind, if not his vision, finally cleared. They were looking for the Capital; looking for home. Almost all of the main Capital's inhabitants were members of important families, or fighters of the highest skill. Only a few were anything less, and the other Sayians carriage left little doubt that he was no shopkeeper. Sitting up finally he realized that his injuries had been tended to. This was not good; a Sayian of notable blood and his mate looking for his home, and he had all but accosted them. Still, they saw to his wounds and neither seemed to take any note of why he was on the ground. If he played his cards right, maybe he wouldn't loose face. "I believe I can get you in the general direction, but could you do something for me in return?"
He waited anxiously for a response; hoping that he could at least not be derelict in his duties, as well as humiliated. He watched as the two forms move closer and whisper in something he didn't understand. Then the male turned, "What do you want?"
"I am charged with making sure that anyone who passes through here is checked in, or sent packing. I can't stop you form leaving, especially in my current state, but if I don't register you in some way I'll be negligent. Could you place your finger on my scanner so I can make a record of you?" He paused hoping that he wouldn't need to continue persuading the travelers to be scanned. More undesirable chatter between the two started up as they discussed the matter.
He could tell as they talked that they were both rather small by Sayian standards. The woman, who he gathered was called Bulma, was light in coloring as from her tome, quite tenacious. His Sayian brother's name remained a mystery, but was arrogant enough to revile any noble he'd ever met. The small figure turned back to him. "Fine, where's your scanner."
"Here." He pulled out the small devise calmly even though he was overwhelmed with relief. The male pressed his thumb to the panel before he could explain, making it clear he knew how the devise worked. The pale female followed suite quickly.
"Now which way do we go to get to the Capital? I am in no mood to stick around here all day blabbering with you." The feisty noble shot at him.
He thought quickly, assessing the direction. "If you travel to the other side of the planet and head off in the direction of two and half past the mid-sun you will be on track."
The two flew out of view as his eye finally started to come into focus. He gazed down at the scanner. The was no information on the female, but that was as he expected. His punch up the males scan and ran it through. His eye went wide as the screen displayed the results of the DNA scan.
I'm sorry about the delay, and I don't know if I'll get anymore done before the end of year with the holidays and all. Please forgive me. I will try to post more as soon as I can.
Chapter 8 - Morning Visitor
Cold shivers ran through a slight Sayian frame as it darted from the small stream severing a bathtub to the small capsule house. Even his ki was unable to stop the frosty morning air from freezing the water on his blanket. He rounded the entrance of the bedroom to find his blue mate leisurely toweling her hair as steam poured from the small doorway she stood by. He couldn't stop his jaw from gaping. "Woman! Why didn't you say anything about this blasted house having a shower!?"
"You didn't ask." She smirked; watching the small man explode into a tirade of curses in more languages than she could count. She gathered, as he stormed, that he had frozen his "assets" off bathing in a stream as he threw a stiff blanket at her feet.
She merely let her towel fall and moved her bare form across the room to dress. The prince's anger was cut short at the sight. He quickly changed tactics and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked as she felt his cold hands running up her back to her shoulders. "Oh no you don't, you're going to help me warm up."
Playful and passionate hours passed as the planet turned and its suns diffracted light warmed the landscape with its kaleidoscope of color. Having finished cleaning a Sayian sized breakfast Bulma moved out the front door with her coffee to watch the light drench her surroundings in color. Her eye slowly moved from her right to front as she stepped, but not in time to avoid running into an immovable form. Coffee splashed everywhere as she raised her eyes to the armored Sayian standing before.
"What are you doing here? State your business." He glowered in Sayia.
Her eyes blinked as she tried to recover and understand what he had spoken. She stammered for a moment backing slightly. He grabbed her arm and she panicked, darting her eyes about to find some way of saving herself. It came to her quickly and she yelled. "Awning auto-extend."
The robust fighter was caught off guard by the woman's shrill scream. His grip loosened and before he could tighten it he heard a whoosh and found himself airborne. The throbbing in his head reseeded as he hit the ground and lost consciousness.
Vegeta flew from his shower at sensing his mate's fear flying through the house and to her, shampoo still dripping in his eyes. He swiveled about searching for danger. "What! What!"
She stared at the motionless figure several hundred feet away. He followed her eyes and went to see the damage. The prince moved to the figure and found a member of the Sayian boarder patrol lying in the dirt, tail twitching. Though out cold, the fighter bore only minor injuries. His earthy mate made her way over as he shook his head, moving back to the house. "Get a first aid kit and patch him up. I'm going to rinse off."
By the time he returned Bulma was putting away the kit and the bandaged guard had a cold pack on his dented forehead. "Serves him right for underestimating you."
A groan caught their attention. The Sayian began to stir slightly. Bulma looked down and turned toward the house. "Have you got everything? I'm going to pack up."
"Hn." Was all the response she received as she marched to their portable dwelling and collapsed it. The Sayian royal just watched the form beneath him, brown tail twitching in the dirt. He had barely seen a full blooded, tailed Sayian since he first arrived on earth. A sudden sense of protectiveness moved through him and he sat himself on a rock by the fighter. The genius could only stare as she found her way back to him.
Slowly the wounded warrior's eyes fluttered and started to open and he turned his head trying to rise. The planets spinning increased as his shoulders and the ground parted. Shaking his head the warrior fought the dizziness, but his eyes could only manage a hazy assessment of his surrounding. Green parted into the gray of a rock, and a long black rope swaying lazily near two light branches. "No, not branches, legs." He thought shaking his head again. Doubling his efforts he looked intently at what lay before him. Moving his eyes up the rope he found a dark figure sitting, presumably cross-legged, on a rock. Thought slowly cleared as his eyes moved from the rope to the body of his watcher. The finial realization washed over him. "A Sayian tail!?"
"No, it's a black Narzinian serpent and I'm the great wizard Greshelon." An acerbic voice snorted as the appendage shot toward him and retreated. Dark legs unraveled to the grass and a white gloved hand extended quickly to warrior's own tail. "Not that I'm sure that's a Sayian tail, for no Sayian I know would let their guard down so foolishly."
His pride bristled, "That, that. woman doesn't have a speck of power." He stammered.
"Well, for a woman with no power she managed to knock you out quiet nicely. Don't you think?" The dark figure chided, as a light giggle floated across the breeze.
The truth hung around him as he again shook his head trying desperately to remove the haze ensnaring him. His body almost shook at the realization. He was lying defenseless on the ground, and the weak creature standing behind the curious dark tailed Sayian held the credit for it. He lowered his head only to raise it to a fuzzy face topped with black hair. The features were somewhat clearer as his vision was improving, but he still couldn't make out any features; except the eyes. Two black voids stared down at him and he could sense them peering through him. In their depths he perceived unimagined power. As quickly as they had appeared they retreated.
"Hn, don't be too grated by it. My mate has defeated stronger men than you with her cunning. Now if you could tell me the quickest way to Istrasheeraa we will leave you to mend."
The fighter took in the words as his mind, if not his vision, finally cleared. They were looking for the Capital; looking for home. Almost all of the main Capital's inhabitants were members of important families, or fighters of the highest skill. Only a few were anything less, and the other Sayians carriage left little doubt that he was no shopkeeper. Sitting up finally he realized that his injuries had been tended to. This was not good; a Sayian of notable blood and his mate looking for his home, and he had all but accosted them. Still, they saw to his wounds and neither seemed to take any note of why he was on the ground. If he played his cards right, maybe he wouldn't loose face. "I believe I can get you in the general direction, but could you do something for me in return?"
He waited anxiously for a response; hoping that he could at least not be derelict in his duties, as well as humiliated. He watched as the two forms move closer and whisper in something he didn't understand. Then the male turned, "What do you want?"
"I am charged with making sure that anyone who passes through here is checked in, or sent packing. I can't stop you form leaving, especially in my current state, but if I don't register you in some way I'll be negligent. Could you place your finger on my scanner so I can make a record of you?" He paused hoping that he wouldn't need to continue persuading the travelers to be scanned. More undesirable chatter between the two started up as they discussed the matter.
He could tell as they talked that they were both rather small by Sayian standards. The woman, who he gathered was called Bulma, was light in coloring as from her tome, quite tenacious. His Sayian brother's name remained a mystery, but was arrogant enough to revile any noble he'd ever met. The small figure turned back to him. "Fine, where's your scanner."
"Here." He pulled out the small devise calmly even though he was overwhelmed with relief. The male pressed his thumb to the panel before he could explain, making it clear he knew how the devise worked. The pale female followed suite quickly.
"Now which way do we go to get to the Capital? I am in no mood to stick around here all day blabbering with you." The feisty noble shot at him.
He thought quickly, assessing the direction. "If you travel to the other side of the planet and head off in the direction of two and half past the mid-sun you will be on track."
The two flew out of view as his eye finally started to come into focus. He gazed down at the scanner. The was no information on the female, but that was as he expected. His punch up the males scan and ran it through. His eye went wide as the screen displayed the results of the DNA scan.