MORE! I don't own Dragonball, but I do own Pesky.
check http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html if you want comics.
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"But, you're human too, " the girl's eye's anrrowed, "_aren't_ you,...?"
Vegeta smirked, offended at the sheer thought of being mistaken for a human. True enough,
he had lost his tail, but surely, he did not look _that_ human.
His pointy straight-standing hair alone should have been proof enough of that.
"I most certainly am not!"
He told the girl in a low and freighteningly soft tone of voice.
"I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiya-jinns, and super elite." he balled his fist, trying to keep his voice down.
"And I could crush you and your whole puny planet without exirting myself."
his voice raising dispite his attempts of controll, his anger at being called human reaching a belated climax,
"As soon as I figure a way OFF this stIKING MUDBALL!"
The girl took an involuntary step back, dark eyes wide for a change, then shot a quick glance at her brother.
"ALIEN ALERT!!" she screamed, then:
"ATTACK!!!"
With that, the little girl flung herself at him with surprising speed.
Her brother shot up also, but instead of charging he screamed at his sister to stop it, apologising to vegeta all the way.
The girl payed him no heed, but continued raining punches and kicks to his legs and stomach.
Jumping up as high as she could to reach his chest, accompanying her strikes with little cat-like snarls.
She wasn't really all that bad,..
if she had been providing a massage, that was.
Vegeta smirked down at the girl, but she was too engrossed in her antics to even notice.
"Stop, please stop, Pesky!" her brother pleaded, trying to grab her, but she niftly stepped out of the way.
Then chipped up on speed and started cursing her brother and his cowardness in between punches, continuing onto Vegeta's person,
calling him rather bad things, including a coward and assuring him that his days were numbered and that he had best surrender now.
Vegeta slowly turned his gaze from the two frollicing infants to his son.
The boy recovered from his dumbfolded look to shrug apologetically.
Leave it to his halfwitt son to find the third maddest female on the planet. Chichi and his own mate still won out, of course.
It occured to Vegeta that if he managed to find the forth he'd have the whole set.
Amuzed with his own thoughts, Vegeta calmly raised a hand as the girl turned on him with a kitchen knife in hand.
He didn't even bother with a ki-shield as he stepped out of the way and slapped the girl casually away.
"go fish." he told her, as she went flying.
Over the table and into a chair, that proceeded to topple over backwards with her in it.
Vegeta instantly felt bad when he saw the look on his daugher's face.
But it harly was his fault!
The girl had attacked him with a knife.
Well, she could have hurt him. Possilby.
If he had been unconscious of course,..
Just when he was about to say someting along these lines, the odd girl's brother uttered a cry.
"You hurt my sister!!! DIE!!"
Fortunately for the deranged little brat, Trunks took this moment to recover his witts and grabbed the boy, pinning his elbows behind him.
His son then continued to speak soothingly to the enraged infant.
Vegeta took a moment to observe the two's curious little wrestling match. Vegeta doubted the boy had any idea just how lucky he was.
As much as he disliked hitting little girls (though he had not a clue as to why he had this inclining of late),
he had no such qualms about hitting little boys.
So Vegeta took his sandwich and stalked out the door, past the brat of a girl that was currently disentangling herself from the chair.
He would find somewhere a bit more quiet to eat.
check http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html if you want comics.
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"But, you're human too, " the girl's eye's anrrowed, "_aren't_ you,...?"
Vegeta smirked, offended at the sheer thought of being mistaken for a human. True enough,
he had lost his tail, but surely, he did not look _that_ human.
His pointy straight-standing hair alone should have been proof enough of that.
"I most certainly am not!"
He told the girl in a low and freighteningly soft tone of voice.
"I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiya-jinns, and super elite." he balled his fist, trying to keep his voice down.
"And I could crush you and your whole puny planet without exirting myself."
his voice raising dispite his attempts of controll, his anger at being called human reaching a belated climax,
"As soon as I figure a way OFF this stIKING MUDBALL!"
The girl took an involuntary step back, dark eyes wide for a change, then shot a quick glance at her brother.
"ALIEN ALERT!!" she screamed, then:
"ATTACK!!!"
With that, the little girl flung herself at him with surprising speed.
Her brother shot up also, but instead of charging he screamed at his sister to stop it, apologising to vegeta all the way.
The girl payed him no heed, but continued raining punches and kicks to his legs and stomach.
Jumping up as high as she could to reach his chest, accompanying her strikes with little cat-like snarls.
She wasn't really all that bad,..
if she had been providing a massage, that was.
Vegeta smirked down at the girl, but she was too engrossed in her antics to even notice.
"Stop, please stop, Pesky!" her brother pleaded, trying to grab her, but she niftly stepped out of the way.
Then chipped up on speed and started cursing her brother and his cowardness in between punches, continuing onto Vegeta's person,
calling him rather bad things, including a coward and assuring him that his days were numbered and that he had best surrender now.
Vegeta slowly turned his gaze from the two frollicing infants to his son.
The boy recovered from his dumbfolded look to shrug apologetically.
Leave it to his halfwitt son to find the third maddest female on the planet. Chichi and his own mate still won out, of course.
It occured to Vegeta that if he managed to find the forth he'd have the whole set.
Amuzed with his own thoughts, Vegeta calmly raised a hand as the girl turned on him with a kitchen knife in hand.
He didn't even bother with a ki-shield as he stepped out of the way and slapped the girl casually away.
"go fish." he told her, as she went flying.
Over the table and into a chair, that proceeded to topple over backwards with her in it.
Vegeta instantly felt bad when he saw the look on his daugher's face.
But it harly was his fault!
The girl had attacked him with a knife.
Well, she could have hurt him. Possilby.
If he had been unconscious of course,..
Just when he was about to say someting along these lines, the odd girl's brother uttered a cry.
"You hurt my sister!!! DIE!!"
Fortunately for the deranged little brat, Trunks took this moment to recover his witts and grabbed the boy, pinning his elbows behind him.
His son then continued to speak soothingly to the enraged infant.
Vegeta took a moment to observe the two's curious little wrestling match. Vegeta doubted the boy had any idea just how lucky he was.
As much as he disliked hitting little girls (though he had not a clue as to why he had this inclining of late),
he had no such qualms about hitting little boys.
So Vegeta took his sandwich and stalked out the door, past the brat of a girl that was currently disentangling herself from the chair.
He would find somewhere a bit more quiet to eat.