Note: Hi! Hope you are all enjoying this story thus far! Just a warning that there is some mild sexual content here and some blood & gore. Please, please review and give feedback! :3
With edits by myself and my lovely betas MarilvyFenta & polkapan
Launch had watched in silent exuberance as Raditz demolished all his food in short order, besides a small untouched portion. He took a break to breathe and drank half the gallon of orange juice, gulping it down, panting as if he hadn't eaten in months. Well, he hadn't had solid food, if you count the nutrient serum that keeps them sustained during flight.
"Aaahhh... Man, what was that? I've never had such tasty food before!" He said, feeling satisfied by the subsequent belch he let out. Launch giggled, taking it as a compliment.
"You really like my cooking? Honest? It doesn't make you sick..?" She asked, feeling nervous about the last question. She didn't want to see what would happen if she angered this man.
"Sick? Ha! Not likely, girl. My stomach has quite the tolerance. " He said with a laugh.
Oh, he must be like Goku! She realized, quickly adding two and two together. Launch looked at the food on the tray and licked her lips, squirming.
"What? You're hungry?" Raditz questioned, hearing the audible growl of her stomach. "Eat."
She looked at him, surprised.
"I can?"
Normally barely anything was left for her, no matter how much she cooked. He rolled his eyes, pushing the tray towards her and laying down.
"Don't be ridiculous. Have your fill, then I should have these bandages changed." He said, putting his hands behind his head. Launch nodded, eagerly taking a bite of pancake.
Raditz yawned, clicking his canines together as he watched her take tiny bites of food. He found himself smirking with entertainment. His tail weaved out of the blankets and moved contentedly, the tip curling and moving around as if exploring its surroundings.
"Tell me your name, girl."
Launch looked up, gulping. "Um... I'm Launch."
Raditz chuckled at the strange name. "My name is Raditz." He said, earning the girl's smile as she popped more food into her cheek.
"Like a radish?"
He frowned, narrowing his eyes. "What the hell is that?" He snapped, concerned that whatever it was, it was something unacceptable.
"Hmm.. well, it's sort of a bitter tasting vegetable." She responded, shrugging as she nibbled on a slice of bacon.
"Oh. That's of little consequence I suppose. Hurry up and eat, I don't understand why you take so long." He said, almost growling. His wounds were aching, they practically burned.
The girl perked up, "I can eat really fast! Wanna see?" He gave her a puzzled expression and shrugged. Launch tilted the tray back and let the food slide into her mouth, chewing once or twice in her chipmunk cheeks, then swallowing it all with a feminine gulp.
"But that's not very ladylike." She said, blushing. Raditz observed her in silence, his eyebrows raised in surprise, then he threw his head back and laughed heartily, the sound almost shaking the walls. He looked back down at her, his approving eyes gleaming intensely.
"I like a woman who knows how to eat. Only weaklings turn down food." He said, flicking his tongue across his lips. Launch's cheeks reddened again, her hand curled to her cheek in trepidation. She squirmed, moving her knees and wiggling on the bed. Something about the way he had looked at her made her feel all fluttery inside.
"Come here." He said in a low purr, and her head popped up, curious. Launch crawled towards him, gasping when he lifted her and put her on his lap with a small wince so that he could observe her better. She shivered as he pulled her close and she heard a sharp sniff in her ear, then a hot sigh of breath.
"Mmmm." He sniffed, trailing his nose down her neck, huffing and making low sounds as he did. Launch sat perfectly still; he sounded like a dog examining its meal and she hoped he wasn't still hungry. She jumped when she felt a light tickling sensation across her back, his devious tail snaking up her nightgown.
"Um… Mr. Raditz? Why are you sniffing me?" She asked, her voice trembling. He chuckled softly into her chest where he had planted his nose between her bosom, nuzzling her. Then she felt a hot sensation dragging up from her cleavage to her collarbone, which made her whole body suddenly tingle with excitement. She gasped, her head tilted back. He licked her neck, the vibration of his purr rumbling throughout her body.
"You're covered with the scent of your delicious cooking, and sticky with syrup." He said, concentrating on cleaning her, and he licked her chest again and swallowed.
"There. All gone." He nodded, pulling her back to observe her again, licking the remaining flavor from his lips.
"Um… t-thank you..." Launch smiled shyly, not knowing how she should react.
He purred deeply, "The pleasure's all mine." His eyes gazed into hers, unblinking, like dark obsidian with flecks of grey throughout. Launch felt the heat of their bodies together, and his hands still resting on her waist, pulling her gown gradually upwards as his large hands crinkled the delicate fabric.
"I-I'm glad you appreciated my cooking.. um...w-why don't we get your bandages changed now?" She said, inching her way off of him. He nodded, pulling the blanket away and lying still for her to do what she would with him, his arms folded behind his head as he smirked cockily.
Launch gulped as she stood and assessed him, her curious eyes drawn to the very obvious tent in his shorts where something was pushing up against it, stretching the fabric. She licked her lips and squirmed again, feeling an odd warmth in her nether regions.
Raditz chuckled, "Or are you more interested in something else?" Launch startled at his lust-laced words, an electric spike shooting down her spine.
Tearing her eyes away, she ran off to go fetch the items she needed to clean his wounds. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door quickly behind her, panting, her heart racing wildly in her chest. Launch closed her eyes and breathed shakily, swallowing. She squeezed her legs together, feeling the uncomfortable throbbing there and trying to calm it. She took a few deep breaths until she was more relaxed and leaned into the tub to fill a basin with warm soapy water.
I have to concentrate on treating him. He's just teasing... and besides...I wouldn't know what to do with a man like him... or... any man...
She blushed, feeling embarrassed of her naivety, because after all of Master Roshi's perverted gestures and remarks, she had learned a little bit about what men liked but had never been touched in the way Raditz had, let alone licked. The thought made her shiver, and she shook her head. Enough, back to business!
Launch opened the door with a stern look on her cherub face, her lips turned downwards in a way that was supposed to be intimidating but looked more cute than anything.
"Alright, Mr. Raditz, it's time for your bath. I will have no more monkey business from you, understand?" She said, lowering her brows. Raditz had to stifle the laughter attempting to burst through his cheeks in an obnoxious sputter and nodded, following her with his eyes as she walked to the side of the bed and placed towels underneath him to catch the water.
She encountered his tail and paused, not knowing what to do when it wrapped around her wrist. Raditz smirked and gave her a little tug, sending her into a nose dive into his abdomen. She jumped up, her face flushed red and steamed, making a high pitched squeak like a tea kettle.
"What did I say! Keep that thing to yourself, mister!" He withdrew his tail and nodded, a devilish glint still in his eyes. Launch got out a pair of scissors and began cutting away the bandages, pulling them away gently as some stuck to him with dried blood. She looked concerned as the one wound in his chest still wasn't fully healed over. The majority of the cuts and bruises had magically disappeared, to her surprise.
"How...?" She breathed. Raditz stretched, flaunting his body and grinned.
"Little wounds like that take no time to heal, my body is more advanced than the puny humans you're used to. As long as I have proper nourishment, even the most fatal of wounds will be completely gone within a week." He said, proudly.
"Oh, well that's good...But I still have to take care of you until then. Now lie still. And behave." Launch said, bending over to dip the large sponge in the water. Raditz snickered, and flipped the hem of her nightgown up with his tail, revealing her cute white panties with strawberries on them. Launch shot up, gasping and pulled her dress back down.
"You...you..! GRRR!" She snarled, baring her teeth. Raditz laughed at her adorable attempt to threaten him and coiled his tail back around his waist. Launch stood over him and attempted to appear intimidating.
"Now, that was rude! How dare you!" She squeaked. He just shrugged in response.
"You get to see mine, why can't I see yours?" He winked.
Launch blushed and wrung the sponge in her hands nervously. "I guess that's fair... But you only get the one peek, that's it!" He nodded again, which she was beginning to realize was not a very promising sign.
"Ok. Just relax and I'll do all the work." She said, smiling positively.
"Heh heh, sounds like a good time, sweet cheeks." He said, teasing.
Launch growled again, then took his hand and started scrubbing him furiously, cleaning the back and underside of his arm. She attempted to lift it and couldn't even get it to budge. He just snickered and lifted his arm for her, smiling. Launch washed around his large bicep, marveling at the width of it. She saw him purposely flex as she held him to clean his shoulder off. She almost had to smile at the sign that he wanted her to see his full strength, because even as an invalid this man could probably still blast the room to smithereens while lying on his back.
Launch cleaned beneath his arm and tried not to gag at the potent smell of his hairy armpit and scrubbed it quickly while looking away. Raditz frowned; he didn't want her to think he smelled bad.
"Let me see it, girl." He said, and took the sponge and cleaned the other one so she didn't have to. Launch rinsed it in the basin and returned to work on him again, smiling warmly at him as she lifted his head and washed beneath his neck and behind his ears. She wiped down his throat and collarbone until she reached his chest and carefully washed around his wounds, rinsing out the sponge and working away as Raditz closed his eyes and relaxed. She thoroughly made sure his upper body was clean of all dried blood and dirt. Launch paused when she reached the band of his shorts, blushing. He put out his hand wordlessly and she placed the sponge in it and turned away so he could clean himself. Raditz chuckled mischievously, tossing his shorts to the floor. Launch was feeling her face growing hotter as she heard him grunt and lots of bristly sounds like scrubbing hair. Her eyes widened and she covered her face.
"All clean, Nurse Launch." She turned around and he just was lying there, unashamed and fully nude.
She caught just a glimpse of his glistening wet privates and screamed, covering her eyes. "Cover up, you PIG!" He only laid there, hoping she would become curious and peek at him.
"Why? It feels much better this way." He sighed, "Feels nice to air out my junk."
Launch growled into her hands. "That's gross! Put a towel over yourself! Or you can just stay dirty!" She huffed. Raditz chuckled malevolently.
"I'll let you have a peek, then we'll be even for what I did earlier. Heh heh."
"I don't want to see!" She responded, afraid to take her hands off her eyes for fear he'd see how red her face was. She only moved one finger in just the slightest and gasped at the sight of him, at the massive erection he was proudly displaying, raised high above his abdomen and taut. Lower down, his testicles were like ripe pears, flushed and rosy. Launch swallowed nervously.
"Do you enjoy the view?" He said, turning on his side so it pointed directly at her.
"N-no! I mean, I didn't see anything!"
Launch turned back around and shivered, and for some inexplicable reason, she started to cry, feeling tears bursting from her before she could even attempt to stop them. Raditz scented the unpleasant scent of tears in the air and heard her restrained sobs and pulled the towel over himself, not wishing to make the girl cry any longer. He hated that sound, it practically made his ears want to curl inwards. He licked his lips, furrowing his brow as he thought of the words to say that would stifle her bawling the quickest.
"Hey. I didn't mean to cause you upset, girl... I was just, uh... playing around...?"
He frowned, feeling confused for having misjudged the situation. He could have sworn he scented the little female's delightful smelling arousal, and the way she was washing him in that scrap of clothing seemed like a clear invitation to him.
"Come on. I did not intend to frighten you." He said, more softly than he knew he was capable of speaking. "It's alright now. You can look."
Launch sniffled, "You're not just going to trick me?" She gulped, feeling her tears beginning to quell.
"No. You have my word." Launch sighed, wiping her eyes and turned around. He laid with his arms crossed around his chest, his playful expression now gone.
"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up the rest of the way then." She said, her voice weary. She gave him his bath with no more fuss from him, as she washed his back and legs and he simply lied there pliant for her, not moving in any way that seemed suggestive. Launch bandaged him back up well and by the time he was fully bandaged he had fallen asleep, his head craned back, snoring.
Launch smiled, and reached and stroked his thick mane, forgivingly. She pulled the blanket up over him, then picked up all the dishes and emptied the basin of water and went about tidying up the room and getting dressed for the day. She smiled to herself, thinking fondly of him and his humorous comments, having forgotten her fear and only remembering him as the sweet man who had only wanted to play, like a child. Unbeknownst to her, Raditz had never known the pleasure of simply being a child.
The dust settled as he walked onward, through the crumbled remnants of skyscrapers, unflinching as pieces of shrapnel creaked and fell around him. Vegeta only continued on, feeling the euphoria of destruction at his fingertips, not caring what was beneath his feet, the fire behind his back casting him in a dark silhouette. He stood upon the cracked glass of a full length window where the fragile human bodies were trapped inside, squirming in a smeared red glass box of their own blood, drowning as it was compacted even more by his weight.
He heard their muffled cries, the squeaking of their clawing fingertips on the glass and looked down and smirked, stomping with a dull crunch of glass and stilling their movement. He turned to observe Nappa, who blasted the shopping district to bits of flying fabric, leveling it to a mere crumbled foundation with the Golden Break cannon that erupted from his mouth.
A section of the city was leveled nearly to the ground where Nappa had let off his first explosive wave, eagerly blasting everything in radius with his brightly lighted laser eyes. Vegeta knew of his purge partner's eager lust for destruction, and he shared in it; perhaps he had even gained some of his sadistic tendencies from him.
Surrounding the concave crash site of their space pods, Capsule Corp-made action news helicopters flew far above in the sky. The ones that dared to fly nearer were shot down and hurtled to the ground and caused more chaos, exploding in magmatic blossoms of fire.
"Good Morning, Central City, this is Rod Bradley here with Channel 10 News. I'm standing here at the sight of total destruction, today as the sun rose over the horizon two alien spaceships crashed like meteors into East City, where as I speak, two men with immense superhuman power shoot down buildings like nothing but toy blocks! Watch as I get closer, and try to get a word in as to why these aliens have landed!"
An either very brave or very suicidal news anchor screamed over the blasts, his tie flapping on the breeze as he snuck closer to the fading light of the blasts. Bulma flew down on her red motorbike, picking him up by his tie as he scrambled to get away.
"Hey, you're interrupting the broadcast of a lifetime here! Put me down! Don't you know I'm Rod Bradley?!"
She tossed him onto the back of her bike, lowering down towards safety and he jumped off, shaking.
"I don't care who the hell you are! You need to stay away, this area needs to be under strict quarantine! This isn't the time for investigative journalism!" She yelled, blasting away towards the other helicopters, signaling to them to get back. "These freaking idiots are gonna get themselves killed! As if it's not bad enough already!" She said angrily, her words curling up with a sob.
"All the destruction, all the lives carelessly thrown away! Don't they have any humanity at all?!" Bulma shook her fists, tossing her head back as tears fell from her visor, and choked back a sob of grief.
"I wish Goku was here! He's the only one who could stop these guys!"
Why did I say I wanted to work on that dumb ship yesterday instead of seeing my oldest friend?!
More explosions shook the ground as she flinched back, tiny rocks peppering her arm as she shielded her face.
"Alright. I've had enough! I won't stand for it." Bulma swallowed down her fear. Although she was shaking like a leaf, she had her own technology to back her up; it hadn't failed her so far and it wouldn't now. She turned on the dashboard's control panel, lit up with green lights and set her turret to heat-seeking.
"Those guys want to keep blowing stuff up, I'll blast them right back! They won't even know what hit them!" Bulma cranked the lever and took off back into the sky, kicking on the nitrous thrusters with a blue blast of energy propelling the bike, her long braid of turquoise hair lashing behind her.
"Um, I think you guys should see this." A small timorous voice said, as Tien and Krillin were about to head out the door to start training for the day.
"What is it, Chiaotzu?" Krillin asked.
"Look at the T.V." He said, pointing. They walked into the living room and watched the news report, before Bulma swept the news reporter up, and they showed aerial shots of the damage, zooming in on Vegeta and Nappa. There was a clip of Nappa flipping off the camera before punching it and static went over the screen.
"Oh no... There's more of them?" Tien said, his face growing wrought with fury as they showed all the destruction, all the lives estimated to be lost. Krillin looked pale, his eyes widened in horror.
"This is...This is horrible..."
The Army General and Captain of the Navy came on the screen. "We are gathering all our troops at this time to battle this act of terrorism, whether on the ground of our great country or in the sea, we won't allow our people's lives to be lost without vengeance!"
"No.. They'll all be killed... It's suicide!" Tien shouted.
"What are we gonna do?!" Krillin cried out, placing his face in his hands.
"...I'm afraid there's not much we can do, boys. It's Goku. He died last night fighting the Saiyan, Raditz. Piccolo informed Chi-Chi last night..." Master Roshi said, his head was lowered and his sunglasses were in his folded hands behind his back.
Krillin and Tien turned with a look of stunned disbelief that faded into sorrow. "It can't be.. if Goku is gone, we can't fight.. We already were resurrected once by the Dragon Balls..." Krillin said, tears flowing from his wide eyes. Master Roshi placed his hand on his shoulder and Krillin cried for his long-time friend.
Tien looked on with a stony expression and rested his hand on Krillin's shoulder as well. I will do what I have to do. That's what Goku would have done...
"I guess you guys have already heard the bad news, " A small voice came from behind as Puar flew into the room with Oolong in tow.
"Yeah. It looks bad. But we're just going to have to be brave and do what's necessary." Tien said, swallowing.
"This is getting boring, Nappa. These Earthlings don't even attempt to defend themselves." Vegeta scoffed, stepping out of a pile of smoking debris.
"What should we do with them, boss? You think Lord Frieza would like this planet?" He said, strolling over a flattened object that had once been a car with passengers in it.
"Perhaps. They seem slightly advanced, though. Maybe they have technology that could be useful to us. I'd also like to know where that distress call came from before." He said, turning his head and going to blast at an erratically driving vehicle, but before he could he heard the rat-a-tat-tat of an automatic weapon aimed directly at him. The bullets came at his hand where the ki ball was still forming and exploded on impact.
"What the.." He turned and saw the vehicle hovering above him, and the girl perched on it.
"What do you think you are doing?" He snarled, turning the ball of ki onto her.
"I wouldn't fire that, if I were you." A scratchy, sultry voice said from above in a warning tone.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I?" Vegeta smirked, pulsing it and enlarging the sphere.
"Because, my weapon senses the heat from your hand, and if you aim that at me it's going to blast right back into your smug little face!" She yelled back, tightening her grip on the turret's aim. Vegeta chuckled, "How about we give it a try, and see exactly what happens."
"Prince Vegeta, are you sure that's wise-" Nappa began in a hesitant voice.
"Shut up, Nappa! Don't you want to see how my little experiment goes?" He smirked and turned towards Bulma. "Let's have your best shot, woman, and I might not totally incinerate you." He said, shrugging.
Bulma scoffed, "Ok, but it's gonna be your funeral." She watched as he began to enlarge the ki ball even further, his expression smug as the turret began to pulse. Bullets tore from the barrel at lightning speed, the thrust of it shaking Bulma's arms as she held the scope steady. She gritted her teeth with frustration as the bullets simply disappeared in the brilliant white light surrounded by a purple aura. His blast grew larger, swallowing the bullets as they pumped mindlessly into it, exploding on impact.
The blast from his hand finally blew outward, swirling with fire and licked at the turret. Before Bulma could react it blew up the turret, then her bike began to smoke from the engine compartment. She jumped off quickly before it exploded as well, cowering on the ground and shielding herself from the heat of the blast. Her helmet was shattered protecting her skull then fell away in pieces. The frame of the bike bounced off the ground and landed on her, trapping her beneath.
Vegeta scoffed, brushing off the few bullets that managed to lodge into his white breastplate.
"Well, there's one hunk of junk that we don't need to bring back home. It's laughable." Nappa said, and Vegeta agreed.
"Nice try, but no luck. Seems I'm not impressed." He snorted, crossing his arms. Bulma lifted her head and snarled at him, but Vegeta only lazily stepped toward her, observing her struggling with a look of entertained sadism. Bulma grunted, pushing up against the frame and cried out. Giving in to her fear she looked up to him with tears in her eyes and swallowed, awaiting some type of response from him.
"Well, I'm almost dissatisfied that you're going to die now. It was quite fun testing your little theory." He said, holding his hand out to blast her. Not a second later, Bulma started to scream, her voice hoarse and grating in his ears. Vegeta cringed, gritting his teeth.
"Stop that irritating noise, woman!" He covered his sensitive ears, crouching in pain. Bulma only continued to scream; like a helpless animal trapped in a wolf's den, she was blinded by her fear, her mind going blank with her sheer terror.
Vegeta knew this and kicked the shell of the motorbike off of her, hoping it would make her quit. Bulma panted, feeling that her throat was raw and gazed up at him. His eyes traveled over her body invasively, widening as he observed her royal blue cheongsam, with red poinsettias, the jewelry, the way she wore her hair...
She couldn't be...! Impossible!
He kneeled down, and Bulma shivered violently as he felt the fabric between his fingers, ascertaining that it was of good quality. Then a dazed look cast over his features and he felt her necklace, turning the small rubies between his fingers.
"Rujosia." He whispered gruffly in saiyan, then moved his white-gloved hand to her chin, turning her face and inspecting the way her cheeks were pale and free of blemishes, a sign that she was of nobility.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet then grimaced at her cuts and scrapes. "Woman.. I did not notice your attire until now. Had I done so, I would have addressed you differently."
"My outfit?" She regarded him - his stout, muscular legs, the gleaming golden armour almost like a samurai's, his white breastplate, the sharp edges of his appearance... and earlier hadn't her ears picked up on the word "prince" out of the brute's mouth? Bulma quickly started to look at him through a new lens - one tinted a rosy hue much like the lense he wore.
Bulma felt her heart nearly bursting from her chest as he reached around and picked her up into his arms like a precious bride, staring down at her quizzically. Nappa walked over and rubbed his mustache as he too seemed intrigued. "Huh? What's gotten into you, boss?"
Vegeta swallowed, hearing the sound of helicopters in the distance. "I have to get her to safety, then I will come back for her later." He said, taking flight.
"Where is your domicile…Princess?" He asked, testing her. Bulma lifted one brow in confusion then smiled as this princess persona took hold of her.
"This way," She pointed, towards West City. He levitated higher and saw the domed white building and nodded curtly as if in approval. Clutching her closer to him, he increased his velocity. She doesn't deny being a princess, but is she truly? thought Vegeta.
Bulma clung to him, frightened as the wind whipped her hair and cradled her face into his throat, feeling his hot breath in her ear and smelling the warm, musky scent of his perspiration. Before she knew it he had landed at the entrance and set her down gently. Bulma was stunned as he took her hand and kissed the back of it softly, gazing at her with those ebony eyes aflame.
"Stay here where it's safe, I will be back later. Do not worry, you will come to no... harm in my care." He suddenly knelt, his head bowed. He wasn't being exactly sincere, but she didn't know that. Manipulation was one of his prized tactics when dealing with an enemy he didn't plan to kill immediately.
"Prince Vegeta at your service. My apologies, princess. Had I known you were of royal blood, I wouldn't have displaced a single hair on your head." He said, meaning none of his words. He hated speaking in such a formal way, but seeing a woman draped in royal garb with no guard to speak of, he felt drawn to use his position to preserve this gem of the blue planet. He would never admit that her comely appearance and bravery left a remarkable impression on him. As it was, Vegeta felt shameful even of his actions thus far.
Bulma trembled and felt her cheeks growing hot from the image of the man kneeling down before her, at her command.
"Y-you are forgiven, Your Highness...I t-thank you for your service... "
Vegeta stood, giving her a nod of approval and propelled himself upwards, and Bulma could only drop to her knees and stare at the sky in shock. Vegeta wasn't quite sure why he felt compelled to spare this loud, bratty woman – of all the people he could have chosen! This was a planet no different from any of the others he'd purged before, so why her?
Launch hummed as she carried the laundry basket to the washer and swayed her hips as she emptied the basket. She was wearing white shorts with red suspenders and a dark blue babydoll tee that bared her navel. Her matching blue hair was parted into low fluffy pigtails with red bows.
I better wash Raditz's shorts so he has something to wear! She blushed, thinking of the sight of his naked body and giggling at the memory of those adorable firm butt cheeks with dimples in the sides, his tail attempting to bashfully censor himself.
Or maybe we won't, and say we did… A tiny blonde devil's voice whispered in her head, but Launch didn't hear as she was busy humming and sorting laundry.
She laid the shorts out and noticed they had multiple tears and set them aside to sew them first before washing them. She reached for the box of powdered laundry detergent and missed, clipping it with her fingers and sending the box falling off the shelf and onto the washer with a puff of white powder.
"Whoopsie! ...ah..ah..choo!" She sneezed, and shook her head, blinking with sharp emerald eyes.
"What the hell?" The blonde Launch said, looking at her surroundings while wiping powder from her perky chest. She huffed, frustrated with how everytime she woke up, she found herself in the middle of doing something stupid like washing dishes or dusting.
She knew her other self must have been doing laundry and put the rest of the clothes in the washer. Launch picked up the large black shorts with caution, holding them in front of her between two fingers as if filthy and accidentally catching an intense whiff of manly essence. Her cheeks flared up bright red and she tossed them in, slamming the washer lid closed and turned it on.
"I ain't no freakin' maid!" She grumbled. Feeling hot and bothered, she sauntered off to go find Tien with a sneaky grin on her face, fluffing her hair and swaying her hips.
She wasn't shy in the slightest. Launch was open with exactly what she wanted and that was a certain three eyed man. She came out into the kitchen and frowned, seeing it was all clean and there was no sign of him. She walked into the living room and saw that it was empty too.
"I know! He's probably training!" She giggled, thinking of the sight of him training with his bare chest glistening with sweat. "I'll bet he's thirsty!" She said excitedly and ran into the kitchen.
…
Tien panted as he and Krillin battled, dodging his Destructo Disk and swiping it back at him with a chop of his hand, sending Krillin running as it sliced the ground beneath him. He tented his hands and strained, doing a less fatal version of his Tri-Beam that he had been training to build his body's resistance up to, to the point that it no longer made him weakened. It still made him tired, though, and he lowered down and breathed, pausing the fight. Krillin panted hard with his hands on his knees.
"We've gotta get tougher than this! Don't go easy on me, Tien! I can handle it." Krillin said, frowning. He knew Tien had intentionally missed him and aimed the diamond shape to the ground beside him.
"We don't keep getting stronger the harder we get beaten like Goku. I wish that was the case, but harming one another purposely will only make us weaker. We just need to hone our skills to perfection." Tien said, straightening. Krillin nodded glumly in agreement.
"The Saiyans destroying the city are like Goku. They very well may be just as strong if not stronger than him... but that's not going to dissuade us." Tien said, walking towards Krillin and helping him get to his feet.
"Just thank Kami the moon isn't around anymore, boys, or we'd have two giant apes to deal with!" Master Roshi interjected, nodding wisely.
"Right!" Krillin said, wiping his dotted brow.
They heard the door swing open and Tien turned his head, feeling his stomach churn excitedly at seeing Launch walk toward him with a bashful smile. She carried a tray with a pitcher of Iced Lemonade and glasses for them. She poured him a glass and thrust it into his hand with a brave expression. Tien took it gladly and downed half the glass, sighing.
"Ah, that really hits the spot, Launch! Thank you." He smiled, and Launch did as well, batting her eyelashes at him and wriggling her shoulders nervously. She looks...even cuter with her hair like that.. He caught himself thinking, and laughed doofily, his eyes gazing into hers.
Krillin reached up to the tray, jumping and grunting when she held it up higher. "Hey, what about me!?"
Tien snapped out of his trance and blinked. "Oh, can Krillin have some too?"
Launch growled but lowered it and made the little baldy a glass too, as well as Master Roshi and Chiaotzu and Oolong, until it was almost gone. She sat in a beach chair fanning herself as they got back to training, pretending to tan her long, trim legs as Tien started doing his stretches, balancing on one leg and doing his crane rotations.
She's going to sit and watch me!? He thought, swallowing. Launch sighed and sipped her lemonade and lay on her stomach observing him dreamily with her chin in her hands. Tien sighted her from the corner of his eyes and puffed his chest up larger; for some reason he felt like he had to do his best to look good for her.