ROGUE PLANET
by the Not-So-Super Saiyan
and
Hanko the Doebringer
CHAPTER TEN: THROUGH THE VALLEY
I'll fear no evil because I'm blind
And I walk beside the still waters and they
Restore my soul
But I know when I die my soul is damned
It all felt like a dream, a horrible bloody dream. The pain was paralyzing. Vegeta clung to his surroundings frantically clawing his way back to reality. Harsh white lights shone from above him. His eyes wandered lazily about, trying to piece everything back together. He was in the pod but he wasn't sure how he had gotten there. In fact, he barely remembered anything at all.
He remembered the rain….and the moon.
Vegeta was soaked in blood and muddy rainwater...and Bulma couldn't help but notice he was completely naked. She was more than just a little confused, there would be words with Raditz, but that could wait. She was beginning to think the werewolf theory was more than a little plausible now. But she could think over the conspiracies later. She ripped her jacket from her chest, quickly tossing it over his hips. Not that he seemed to mind none.
Bulma was a far cry from the sniveling, squealing girl she had been when she launched on the Capsule all those months ago. She had assisted in stitching back together more than one person during her time with the saiyans and she had gained a basic knowledge in first aid. She wasn't a child anymore, she didn't need someone to validate her pain or her sacrifice. More than once she had wrapped her sprained wrist or stitched her sliced finger without a word to anyone about it.
Despite all of that she felt vastly underprepared and ill-equipped to handle the situation at hand. She looked down at Vegeta with a raw panic that numbed her bones. This was far beyond her realm of expertise. She couldn't treat wounds like this, not by herself. And she didn't know enough about saiyan biology to treat the shock his body was slipping in to. Holding someone's intestines out of the way while the sawbone stitched their insides back together was one thing but this was entirely different.
Vegeta's right arm was nearly completely shredded, the splintered bone forcing its way out of the raw, swollen flesh. His body was peppered with what appeared to be small darts. They must've come from Cui's gun. Thin, dark, spider webbing crawled from each of the wounds. His fingers and lips were turning purple and his dark, wandering eyes were hidden behind a film of milk.
Vegeta was still trying to piece together his reality through the heavy fog. If there was one thing he could not handle it was a total lack of control. He tried to move his head, to tighten his fingers into fists but managed barely a twitch, unable to move his right arm at all. Carpet? The lights were painfully bright. That was right. He was in the pod. Then he saw her, everything was so blurry he could barely make her out. She was filthy, tears cut soft rivers through the mud on her cheeks and wisps of blue hair clung to her skin as water droplets dripped from her soaked hair. He could see her mouth moving but he couldn't hear her. Vegeta tried to push her away but he couldn't seem to move. The tiniest movements were met with excruciating pain and it was beginning to make him more than a little irate.
Raditz tied his hair back and opened the pod's small emergency kit. It was vastly under-stocked with only essentials for minor phase burns and the occasional butterfly stitch. Vegeta's head fell into the crook of his neck and his eyes fluttered back as Bulma felt his breathing suddenly cease.
She patted him on the cheek brusquely until she felt him gasp for air once more.
"Hey..hey. Stay with us...come on…"
No room to panic. You can't both stop breathing. She told herself. What did Tschev say? It's just like fixing an engine but with squishy parts.
But by the looks of it this engine needed more than a tune up. It was just as bad as the one back on the ship.
A growl vibrated in his chest. It was feral and for a moment Bulma was afraid to touch him. But she quickly regained her resolve, snatching the first aid kit from Raditz and tearing through it.
Vegeta was losing feeling in his limbs, his entire body slowly going numb and the numbness burned like a fire. Bulma leaned heavily on his chest and shoulder and it hurt like hell. She spoke quickly to Raditz, her other hand stroked his forehead tenderly. It bothered him, making him uncomfortable and more than that, irritated.
At the same time it was oddly soothing.
Raditz knelt on his other side to get a better look. If Vegeta had looked worse before, Raditz sure didn't remember it none and the sight of it all turned his stomach something fierce. Vegeta's head rested in the crook of his neck, his mouth open as he began to slip into unconsciousness. Raditz grabbed him gently by the face and turned his head upright. His fingers brushed against something hard. A small metal fragment was embedded in the side of his throat. Raditz grabbed hold of it and with some effort pulled it free. Blood began to bubble from the small puncture wound. Vegeta tensed, but made no sound.
"Goddamned flechettes." Raditz snapped as he threw the dart on the floor of the pod where it embedded itself in the soft carpet and through the first layer of the floor.
"This...this isn't right. Something isn't right." Bulma muttered as she held Vegeta's hand in hers, staring at the sickening shade of purple his nail had turned.
"What are you on about?" Raditz snapped. The severity of the situation was not lost on him. And the more out of grasp it felt the more irritable he became. He paced behind her with an urgency that betrayed him, all the while trying to swallow the wriggling feeling in his gut that told him Vegeta was going to die...and it was all his fault. He had walked towards the front of the pod and began to pace, his tail thumping rapidly against the floor.
"O 'oe," Vegeta slurred angrily, "Sa 'ou miki ia 'oe...sa le kakau oga 'e i ai.*" He muttered in Saiyan. It was peppered with words she didn't understand. He stared at her with delirious curiosity. Venom in his tired eyes. She swept the bangs from his sweaty forehead.
"Raditz. He's not making any sense, he's just speaking gibberish and his skin is on fire. Quit wearin' holes in the damned floor and get over here before I beat you."
Vegeta was so tired, if he could just close his heavy eyes and rest a while. He felt the gentle pull that lulled him to sleep like an undertow numbing his stiff, aching body. Everytime it began to pull him away she would rip him from the arms of rest and ground him to reality.
"Let….lemme sleep…" he groaned, he tried to sound as menacing as possible but it came out sounding more like a plea for reprieve.
She cautiously lifted the rag she had held fast to his shoulder. A prickling wave of dizziness and nausea washed over her at the sight of the splintered bone that protruded from his right arm, nestled in the shredded meat of his shoulder and chest.
"You can...you can sleep when...when we get back, I promise." She choked on the words.
Raditz tripped over one of their bags as he walked up behind Bulma, bumping into her and causing her hand to jerk into Vegeta's arm, blood squished through her fingers as they slipped into the shredded meat of his shoulder. She drove her elbow into Raditz's shin and growled at him.
"Watch where you're going ya jack bastard!" Bulma barked, eyes boring through Raditz. "He's bad enough without you trying to step all over him!"
"To be fair, you seem to mind more than him." Raditz retorted as he reached into his bag and dug around, throwing his belongs on the floor at his feet.
Looking over Vegeta and his near-complete lack of response, she had to concede he was right. His milky eyes wandered the ceiling aimlessly as if nothing had happened.
"Okay," Bulma started. "We have to get the bleeding under control… I don't think any major organs are damaged… it's mostly his arm and shoulder."
"Here…" Raditz offered, handing several packets to her. "...well, tear 'em open and pour them on the wounds!"
Bulma had stared at the packets and then at Raditz with nary a thought as to what they were for. She obeyed his instructions. The packets were small, and each filled with an ounce or so of a fine grey powder.
"They smart like a mother, but they'll absorb the blood, keep infection out, and kind of form into a paste that'll keep him from bleedin' too bad." Raditz explained as she poured them over Vegeta's shoulder and arm, taking care not to waste any, but thoroughly applying it to every small puncture that littered Vegeta's body, including the stray dart here and there that had found targets in Vegeta's ribs. After she had finished she inspected her work. The bleeding had all but stopped but that wasn't what concerned her. The webs were darker now and they began to follow the map of his veins until they covered his arms, torso, and face.
"What's this…? Is that normal?" Bulma asked, examining the spreading webs of black that were spreading from each puncture.
"Is what norm- oh. Shit. No!" Raditz jumped in, pushing Bulma aside to get a better look. The urgency in her voice made her rising hopes crash once again. "Kefe.* Looks like poison…." Raditz kicked himself for not seeing it sooner, not looking sooner...for letting the whole goddamned thing happen in the first place.
"Poison!? Well what are we going to do about it?"
"Uhh…" Raditz ran his hands over his face. Eyes wide as he stared at Vegeta's shivering body.
"Well!?"
"Hell, I ain't no damned sawbone! Could be anything!" he ran his hands through his hair as he began to mutter frantically. "Never thought I'd ever wish Tschev was around. Give my left-"
"Well, we need to figure this out, fast, cuz it's spreading…."
Bulma split her gaze between Vegeta and Raditz. Raditz stared at Vegeta. His body seemed to vibrate as his muscles spasmed violently. Blood soaked the pristine white carpet of the pod beneath him. Bulma's voice pulled Raditz from his spiral of panic.
"Hey Rad?"
"Hm?"
"Would it kill Vegeta to get him cold?"
Raditz looked at her as if she was speaking in tongues. After a moment of mental gymnastics he conceded, shaking his head and sighing,"What do you mean?"
"Well, the body is essentially just a sack of chemicals, right?" Bulma paused for a response, then simply continued when the look on Raditz's face told her he wasn't getting it. "Uh...Look, if we can lower his temperature, it'll slow down the chemical reaction - whatever it is - of the poison in his system. Maybe."
"I see what you're saying, but I think I heard Tschev say some organic compound something or nother broke down the bonds of whatnot if you got it too hot. So… what if getting him colder just makes the poison more tough?"
"Truly, you are a fount of knowledge, Rad." Bulma wasn't sure if sarcasm translated into Saiyan.
"Thanks." came the reply. Either it didn't translate or Raditz was just too thick to get it.
"So what do we do?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta's head jerked forward as he vomited all over himself, hot bile soaking Bulma's already filthy top. While Bulma would normally have returned the favor in kind, instead she hastily shed the outer layers of her clothing now covered in sick and tossed them aside. A pathetic gurgle escaped his throat as he choked on his own bile. She lifted his head before his body dry heaved again.
"Your call, Rad."
Raditz stood silently, watching his captain in the arms of their captive. He hated making decisions. Whatever he chose always ended up being wrong - and this time 'wrong' meant 'dead' for his captain. Don't Hesistate. His father's voice echoed in his head. Just trust yourself.
"Alright, Soesa. Let me get in there…"
Bulma folded her uniform jacket and tucked it carefully under his head. Raditz had finished his work and it seemed to have helped, at least a little. Vegeta's breathing had slowed, and his body spasmed less.
"Hey, Raditz!" Bulma called to the front of the pod where the young Saiyan sat in the pilot's chair.
"Hm?"
"Let me have your armband."
"You already took it, remember?" Raditz responded.
Bulma actually smiled, the recollection of her innocent flirting with Raditz actually distracting her for a second.
"Hm…" she said, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I used it to tie my hair back… thought I left it in my pocket...ugh…."
"Just tear a strip of fabric off somethin' already." Raditz called back, seemingly aware of Bulma's intent. She did so, with some effort. She heard Raditz chuckle from the cockpit as she grunted to take a strip of from the hem of Stoks' shirt but decided to ignore it, it was funny, afterall. Here she was surrounded by a crew of super-strong aliens and she could barely tear fraying cloth. Once she had what she needed, she turned back to Vegeta to wrap his wounds and try to immobilize his arm. She kept her hand wrapped in the outermost strip once she was done, feeling a bit of comfort in the act, as if she were somehow holding him together.
As his eyes would flutter closed and his breathing would slow Bulma would twist the fabric even deeper into her clenched fist, blood and rainwater squishing through her fingers and grainy mud lodging itself deeper under her nails as she pressed harder into the wound. They danced this dance again and again. He would begin to sink and she would rip him from the dark waters. She passed the hours talking to him, singing, rubbing his face...anything to keep him awake if only for a little longer. Slowly washing the dirt from his body as she did it and tucking him beneath the wool blanket. Time seemed to pass so quickly as she existed in that single moment, paying no mind to the pins and needles in her legs that had been tucked underneath her, his head resting on her lap for hours now. Or to the dried mud on her face that pulled and itched the skin. Every ounce of her being was focused on one thing and one things alone keeping their captain alive.
Raditz was eerily silent as he manipulated the controls. It would take them two days to get back home. Bulma worried that Vegeta didn't have two days to spare.
Lato sat cross-legged on the floor of her room. She generally didn't sleep long hours as the others, but tonight she didn't sleep at all. It had been almost five days, and while she had few worries previously, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had gone wrong.
There had been no telling what could have happened to delay their progress, but still, Lato, and the others for that matter, had expected them earlier that evening. Ironically, Lato herself had been the one to settle the others.
"Don't worry," She had said. "We don't know how far from the base they had to land to keep from being scanned on entry. We don't know how methodically the base's guard rotation had been set up… it'll be fine. Honestly, we shouldn't expect them for another day at least."
It seemed to settle the nerves of the others. She hoped it lasted long enough in their minds that the away-team would return before worries and doubts crept back in.
It was too late for Lato.
So she sat. She sat and held Raditz's armband in her fingers, rubbing her thumb back and forth across its texture. She had never had the courage to talk to Raditz, not really anyway. She told herself it was because he was a low-class saiyan and the others wouldn't approve. But if she was being honest with herself, she didn't care what the others thought. In truth she wasn't sure the others would've cared much either, not now anyways. Nappa might have. The blockhead did have a certain obsession with their cultural traditions. But not the others. The truth was she was simply scared of intimacy, and she always had been. Even in normal situations, like meals or while hunting, she never had participated much in the banter and communal mockery they engaged in. She hated herself for being different.
But these were her people, and they were all she had left.
"This don't change nothing between us." Tschev spat in her usual impetuous manner.
"You say that an awful lot, y'know."
"Eh. Sau'ai*. Let's get one thing straight, mmm. I hate you, and you hate me." She growled menacingly as she ripped her shorts the rest of the way off and kicked them across the room.
"Feeling's mutual." he chuckled passively as he laid back on the table, his arms resting beneath his head. He stared up at the yellow bell light that swung slowly back and forth. She plucked the unlit cigarette from his mouth and cast it aside as she straddled his waist. He began to voice his protest but she quickly silenced him as she smashed her mouth against his.
One, two, three, five, six, nine, four.
Nappa tossed the small rocks against the side of the ship so hard they pinged off and came hurling back towards him. He caught them one at a time with his other hand and continued his relentless assault on his home. Nappa had never been one to worry. That was the plain and simple spit of it all. But he was worried now. Something didn't sit right in his guts and Nappa always listened to his guts. They had never lead him astray. Well...maybe once or twice but nothing worth writin' home about. The point was Nappa was nearly, mostly, always right and something told him that something was wrong.
He felt the ground rumble beneath his feet and looked up towards the sky. The darkness erupted into brilliant light for a single moment as the pod broke through the atmosphere.
"Ya did it kid. Always knew ya could." Nappa laughed to himself as he shielded his eyes from the light.
They landed not far off and Nappa got there just in time to hear the hiss of the pod door as it began to open.
He laughed heartily as the door crunched the dry ground but he stopped. Nappa felt it again, that somethin' in his gut that said something was wrong and as he stared on the tiny pebbles fell from his hands to the dust below.
"Welcome ho-" the word caught in his throat as he stared on in the darkness. Raditz and Bulma stumbled down the ramp, carefully cradling Vegeta's limp body between the two of them.
Medical supplies and clothes lay cluttered across the floors and counters.. Bardock's shirt hung from the door to an open cupboard. He felt teeth rake deep into his skin as she licked the salt from his throat. He tightened his grip about her soft waist, his fingers dug into her milky skin and she moaned, her tail tightened around his thigh as they jutted back and forth against each other atop the metal table. He had long since ripped the glorified rag she called a top off of her. Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest as she rode him.
She was hard and fast and ruthless...she was insatiable .
….not that he minded none.
It had been so long since he had felt physical contact of any kind, every touch was simply electric. He shivered beneath her as she bit his bottom lip, suckling it and pulling on it with her teeth. She pulled away from their messy kiss, slowing for a moment as she caught him eyein' her. She watched him, her face scrunched up, her head tilting to the side. Honestly he didn't understand her at all, had no idea how to read her. She lifted her hand and cupped the scarred side of his face, running her thumb back and forth across his cheek. It was more tender and gentle than he thought she was capable of. She smirked at him mischievously and drove her hips against his. A growl caught in his throat and turned into a purr as he ran his teeth across the delicate skin of her breast, flicking his tongue and relishing in her moans.
It was more than just a good romp around, it was pure ecstasy.
She was rough and messy and he loved every damn second of it.
He chased away the ache that never seemed to dull, the ache that Gine had left. For a moment he banished it from himself entirely with Tschev's soft curves. Tschev chased away Basil with the smell of smoke and ash that clung to his skin. They both knew it was never going to last. Neither much minded none. It didn't need to. One day they'd follow the same way Gine n' Basil had gone. For now it was good enough for the two of them.
Just two lonely saiyans trying to feel a little less lonely.
Raditz burst into the medical bay and stopped dead in his tracks. The dire nature of the situation fizzled into nothingness instantly at the sight. Tschev and Bardock turned to him, making no move to stop what they were doing.
"What do you want, ki'o*? " Tschev mused playfully as she ground her hips against Bardock over and over again. Raditz could not find the words, instead settling for a long, slow "uhhhh". The last thing in one thousand years that Raditz had expected to see was his father and Tschev rollin' about.
He stared wide-eyed, his brain completely fried. The two saiyans untangled themselves from one another shamelessly. Bardock pulled his pants up casually and lit a cigarette as Tschev pulled his top over her bare breasts. It was comically large on her and made her look even more like a child.
She walked past Raditz, reaching up and patting him on the shoulder. "Next time you're looking for a little fun you're free to join us." she smirked.
The thought of sharing a woman with his father turned Raditz's stomach.
Tschev was almost out the door when Raditz finally recovered enough to remember what he had come down here for in the first place.
"Come back, Tschev." He said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"Excuse me? I don't take orders from you... son ." Her indignant glare melting into a dark smirk.
"You don't understand." Raditz nearly whimpered. His heart sinking further down his spine with every passing moment. "Ve...Vegeta's hurt."
Under the soft, yellow light of the medical bay Vegeta looked so much worse than he had in the pod. Bulma's guts twisted painfully at the sight and she wrapped her filthy arms around her bare stomach. Leaning back into the counter as the saiyans crowded around the table.
Her mind slowly wove back and forth as she watched the saiyans move frantically about the cramped space. All of it seemed to move so slowly. Nappa pulled his belt from his pants and folded it, sliding it tenderly into Vegeta's mouth. He cupped the boy's face with his giant hand and let Vegeta's head fall into his palm. She had never seen him so quiet and serious. Through the chaos she couldn't be quite sure but she could've sworn she saw him blinking back tears. Tschev was barking orders at people and hurling personal insults as Bardock and Lato scrambled to calmly and quickly follow her orders. The smallest saiyan was more irritable than normal, which was impressive. And Raditz...Raditz stood behind Bulma, frozen as the world erupted into chaos around him, his face drenched in guilt and shame.
Part of her felt relief. Vegeta's life no longer rested solely in her hands. But that reprieve gave way to the aching guilt and the questions that bubbled thick at the edges of her mind.
Where had this gone so horribly wrong? If they had followed the plans would it have changed anything?
With some effort Tschev carefully pulled Vegeta's arm from where it curled into his chest and he cried out, catching a scream in his throat, and biting down on his lip. It was painful to hear but it was the first sound he had made in hours and it gave Bulma a shred of comfort. She was free, no longer responsible. Tschev now shouldered that weight and Bulma did not envy her. As the clay that had formed in his wounds cracked, hot blood bubbled from his shoulder and spilled over the edges of the table.
"What happened out there?" Tschev barked as she held down the rags against the wound, mopping up the blood.
But it was painfully silent, the tension mounting with every ragged and harsh breath. Vegeta screamed into the leather belt through gritted teeth as Nappa held his squirming body down against the table. Tschev leaned on the edge of the table to pull herself up, her fingers barely grazed his skin and his eyes shot open. Tschev cocked her head to the side and pulled down the blanket, tossing it aside. She ran her hand along the skin of his torso, fingers following the dark lines of his veins and the webs that spread from the wounds.
"Poison? KEFE!* Damn it." Tschev yelled as she slammed her fist into the table, denting it. "Somebody tell me what happened." Tschev screamed. Vegeta was in no place to talk, covered in a sheen of cold sweat, his eyes rolling blindly around the room, not really seeing anything as he clung desperately to consciousness.
All Bulma could do is stare as Tschev pulled out her array of frightening tools. With one hand on his shoulder and the other on his forehead she spoke to him with uncharacteristic tenderness.
"Are you ready, Tautai?" she asked Vegeta, but before he could respond she grabbed hold of the bone and shoved it down into this arm, setting it with a violent, wet crack. Quickly she pressed the rags against his arm. Vegeta's teeth clenched down hard on the leather belt, as a hoarse scream ripped through his throat. His head shot forward, eyes fluttered, and his head flopped to the side as he lost consciousness. Silence hovered over the room, as eyes slowly gravitated toward Raditz and Bulma.
The entire crew was crammed into the small room that had become the makeshift medical bay, crowded around the table where their captain and their prince lay slipping in and out of consciousness. Bulma could feel the tension mounting with the rapid fluttering of her heart.
"Someone better start talkin'." Bardock muttered angrily. IT was quiet and Bulma barely heard it but no one else strained to hear. They all turned to Raditz and Bulma, waiting for an explanation.
Nothing.
"Now." in an instant his arm was smashed into Raditz's throat, pinning him against the dingy metal wall. Raditz winced, his eyes screwed tight. Tschev's quick and rough handiwork was the only release in the tension. Bulma had never seen her so intently focused about anything.
"H-he….I..." Raditz choked.
Bardock slammed him into the wall again lifting his feet off the ground, the cigarette falling from his mouth as he screamed at his son. "Ya what Raditz? "
Bulma wanted to tell them everything that had happened but she found herself unable to speak.
"Damn it." Bardock screamed, yanking his arm away and letting Raditz fall to the floor. Raditz struggled to regain his composure, standing quickly and scrambling to speak.
"I planned this mission out meticulously. If you wise asses had followed the damn plan none of this woulda happened. And we coulda waltzed outta here with not so much as a stubbed toe . So quit beatin' the devil round the stump and someone tell me what the hell went wrong." Bardock was running his hand up through his hair and over his blind eye. "Now!"
The outburst from the normally apathetic man surprised Bulma. Tschev was used to being on the receiving end of his anger, usually inciting it intentionally and didn't bat an eye when he screamed. But she didn't smirk or snort like she usually did when she managed to wriggle under his skin. She was focused on one thing and one thing alone. Vegeta. Nappa looked to Raditz and when he said nothing he sighed and took his large hand from where it rested tenderly on Vegeta's head.
"Raditz, I know you don't feel like talkin' none about it. Lord knows none of us would, but we need to know what happened or we can't..." he swallowed hard. "By the looks of it Vegeta got hit pretty bad like and you don't seem none of a whisper of a scratch. Why's that?"
"I was supposed to watch out for the Soesa , but they were scrambling air support. I told her to stay and went to take out the command center. She was gone when I was done, so I figured she'd headed back. When I got there, it was just the Cap'n n' me. They got her, Vegeta went to save 'er, told me to stay behind. I went after anyway, saw 'im get blasted near point-blank with flechette rounds. I gave some cover and got her out, keepin' my head low since the moon was out. Vegeta gone Usaru, finished 'em up, and came back to the pod and collapsed."
"Why in the hell were you split up in the first place!? There was a plan!"
"Vegeta just kinda gave us orders before we could even go over the plan." Bulma interjected, trying to take some heat off of Raditz.
"You had DAYS on the ship! Why didn't- y'know what? Nevermind." Bardock was getting too upset to think clearly.
"It's not our fault, Vegeta-" Bulma continued.
"Just shut up." Bardock said dismissively, before turning to Raditz. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough left of you to snore." Bardock spat.
Before the violence broke out Nappa interjected.
"Lato."
Bulma blinked and Lato was gone.
"Soesa." Bulma found herself lifting her head in response to the nickname she had been given only then noticing her mouth was agape. She shut it quickly, chewing on her lip and wrapping her arms around herself to keep them from shaking. "Lend yer hands, if need be. Everyone else out. You know the drill. Now go, all of you."
Bulma nodded. She pulled an overturned stool up and sat down in one of the broken chairs near the head of the table, only then realising her fist were clenched tightly about her. White knuckles and sweaty palms, she had deliberately pulled apart her stiff fingers. Tschev ignored her, moving around her or reaching across her for the occasional tool or rag.
"It's awful." Bulma muttered to herself as Tschev began her work.
"Not surprising though." Tschev muttered as she turned over his arm to pull his shirt off. "Raditz is about as handy as a back pocket on a shirt."
Bulma couldn't help but smile at her. Tschev was talking to her and it hadn't digressed into death threats and snarling. The thought alone made her anxious.
"Bardock'll lambast him nice and good." Tschev grumbled.
"He' ' ll what?"
"He's gon' beat the devil out of him."
Tschev stopped and with a musing look of curiosity she cocked her head to the side.
"Hmm?" she mused.
"He…." She couldn't find the words. "Hey, Tschev?"
"Hmm?"
"What's ' kefe' mean?"
Tschev laughed out loud, her hands still not missing a beat. "I'll tell you later, wouldn't want to sully your pretty ears. Now hand me that knife."
"You know what I always say. If it ain't one damn thing it's another." Nappa grunted as he dropped his tired body onto the gnarled log next to the large, cold fire-pit. They hadn't used it since the others left on the away mission. Lato sat next to him.
"At least it seems like we killed the homing beacon quick enough. They'd've been here by now if it'd been picked up."
"Yeah, that's for true. Hey, I seen the way you seen Rad and I just wanted you to know the offers is still open here if-" He started but the conversation was quickly forgotten. Lato silently thanked the Gods. Their attention snapped upwards as light streaked across the sky.
"Looks like we spoke too soon." Lato mused, her expression hardly changing.
"What'd I tell you? One thing or another. Welp, we're not in the fire if we're in the frying pan!" Nappa declared.
"It's 'out of the frying-' nevermind. We should power down the ship as much as possible so they can't pinpoint us. Should keep 'em off of Vegeta's back as he recovers." Lato responded.
"Way ahead of you." Nappa said. "Get the others. Raditz'll be grateful to see Bardock lynchin' someone else. I'll meet you three clicks to the north. You won't miss me. Neither will they, hehehe."
Lato could feel his grin as he cracked his knuckles. A bit of slaughter would do them all a world of good.
Translations:
"O 'oe… Sa 'ou miki ia 'oe...sa le kakau oga 'e i ai." : "It's you...I dreamt of you... You shouldn't have been there."
Kefe : 'Circumcised' or 'to circumcise'; akin to the english 'fuck' in usage.
Sau'ai : Ogre
Ki'o: 'to shit', or 'shit'.
