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Vegeta
Year 750
It's been a week since he returned to the main ship, but he is yet to see the Koribian girl. It puts him in a foul mood- there are not many female soldiers on board to begin with, and none with a body like hers. That body has been on his mind many times in the past year, and he is itching to put what he has imagined into practice.
He doesn't enquire about her whereabouts, and in the end, he doesn't have to. Though he told no one about the tryst, Cui somehow knows, and takes every opportunity to rub that knowledge in his face during their less-than-friendly spar on the training deck.
"I bet she was a good fuck!" The amphibian bastard has him pinned face-down on the floor, and he can't reply. He swipes at Cui with his tail, but the bastard's too quick and he ends up thrown against the back wall instead.
"Shit, you're a weakling, Vegeta," Cui hisses, and his rubber lips pull back in a mocking smile. "No wonder she offed herself when she found out she was carrying your whelp. No one wants another fucking monkey running around here, after all."
Cui has always talked too much. He aims for the purple freak's mouth, and manages to burn off half of the bastard's face before he is hit hard in the gut, and the world fades away.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! This chapter is a short one, but the next will be a bit longer once I'm done editing it :)