Pesky meats DBZ; part 14.
Almost there! ;) ah cruelty! finish this sometime this week, I hope.
Lots of fighting! (gotto love it, I do.) good part this, I think. So enjoy!
erm, disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball.
But I do own Pesky and Tomath. visit them on my homepage (under anime)
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Vegeta's scowl was even more pronouced then usual as he flew high over the desert plains.
What was that woman's problem anyway?
Didn't she know how lucky she was?
Couldn't she see how well she had it made? With her life? With her children. More to the point, with _him_?
The prince really didn't understand why she had to blow up on him over every little thing.
Wasn't he a good enough mate to her? He thought he did everything right.
He was strong, fast and powerfull. He blew up anyone that bothered her.
He trained their son into an adequate warrior -as well as he could without chancing to kill the little brat.
He took good care of their daughter.
Vegeta growled; He certainly was nice enough to the woman in bed.
So why did she have to start screaming when he'd only asked a simle question?
He just wanted to know how long it would take to fix that damn gravitron.
True, he'd broken it himself only half an hour ago.
And, also true, it had been the fourth time he asked.
But that was hardly enough reason to at him, was it?
Our warrior prince certainly didn't think so.
It really was rather unfitting; her screaming at him like that.
If it wasn't for her looking so damned hot when she was mad, he was sure he would have killed her a long -long- time ago.
As it was, some other possibilities had come to mind at this time.
But unpure thoughts were not going to fix his gravitron, and the business came before pleasure.
So, Vegeta had done something that was completely against his nature;
namely, he had taken the woman's advise, and had gone off to train somewhere else.
Not that he felt much like training by now -he was way to worked up.
In fact, he'd rather be taking pot-shots at that dumb girl from yesterday again
Or maybe have a good spar with,..
"Kakaroth."
-"VEGETA!"
Speaking of the devil. Cow convenient.
There was his arch-rival, in the flesh. All powered up and ready to go.
In fact.
-"VEGETA! You're MINE!!"-
A little too eager, considering his usual, easy going -and utterly annoying- personallity.
It didn't matter much to the Saij-jin prince.
He, too powered up to SSJ, revalling in the feel of power.
"You want a piece of me?" he rasped,
"Come get it!"
The last syllable hadn't left his mouth before an enraged Goku chared at him with all his might.
Unbelievably fast, but also rather lacking in controll.
Vegeta could easily dodge him, but hadn't even the chance to turn before the larger Saij-jin came hurtling in again.
"This isn't like Kakaroth's usual sparing at all."
The Prince mused as he pivioted to dodge again.
"Nothing of the usual friendly glee; it's almost as if he's fighing out of anger,..."
He snapped his head back just in time, a foot shooting past it by mere inches.
"It's like he's fighting just like me,.."
Vegeta grinned, then deflected another bone-crushing punch to counter it with his own fist.
It made impact with solid flesh, but the orange-clad warrior didn't even seem to feel it.
Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed Vegeta's wrist one-handedly,
soon causing the smirk on the prince's face to fade as the latter realised his mistake.
Goku might have been fighting the way Vegeta did, but he certainly was still Goku.
And he certainly was still stronger.
Futher more, he wasn't sparring.
He was dead serious.
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It was past dinner-time of the second day, and still no sign of his sister Pesky anywhere.
Much as Tomath hated to admit it, he was starting to get worried.
True, Pesky was a big girl -well bigger then him anyway; his big sister.
He'd seen her take care of herself when she needed to.
Still, there was this thing with the father of his new-found friends being an alien.
And if Pesky had vowed to distroy him -and that she had quite obviously-,
he knew that nothing would stop her before she had reached that goal.
Nothing short of her own demise, that was.
Tomath sighed, sitting down on a bench in the gardens.
As if reading his toughts, Trunks turned back to face him.
"Don't worry, we'll find her." the lavendel-haired boy assured him.
Tomath wasn't sure if he'd liked the boy's tone though.
But he could hardly blame him for being mad at his sister, after leaving him in the gravitron like that!
All the same, he liked to be closeby if Trunks _did_ manage to find Pesky.
He just didn't want anything bad to happen, that was all.
Not counting the fact that he was worried for his sister, this had been a swell day for little Tomath.
Bra and Goten had gone off searching for his sister the one way, him and Trunks going the other.
It had been a little scary at first to find his new friend could fly.
But helpfull too; they'd been able to cover a lot of ground.
ANd, of course, it had been great to fly on the demi-Saij-jin's back.
Still, no sign of Pesky anywhere.
And now they were back at Capsule Corp., tired and weary. Bra and Goten had left off after dinner, giving up.
Him and Trunks though, were going to give it one last chance before it got dark.
They were again trying to track Pesky's footprints;
this was were Goten had last seen her, and their best lead as to finding his troublesome sister.
Tomath smiled wrily at Trunks' back as the elder boy turned to study the tracks again.
Much as he hated to give up, this wasn't really getting them anywhere.
Besides, he really was tired. All he wanted to do was lay down somewhere nice and warm and -gulp!
WIth a hand shuffed over his mouth, Tomath was rudely pulled off his bench and behind one of the shoulder-high plant-pots.
He gazed confusedly into the face of his sister, who was currently eying around the corner of their fresh-made hide-out.
SHe gave him a sharp look before taking the hand from his face, and Tomath knew better then to speak up.
"Where is the alien Vegeta?" she hissed at him.
"What? uh. He left sometime this morning.
Something about a machine breaking or such.
You're not still thinking to-"
-"hush." she told him, then eyed around the corner again.
"So much for my little diversion. But maybe it's all for the better. Let's go."
Annoyed, Tomath raised his voice a little.
"Go? Go where? And just like that? Aren't we at least gonna thank these people for their hospitality."
-"Quiet. We're going home. Send them a note if you like. Let's -ShhhhhiT!"
The last word was no longer spoken in a whisper as she looked straight into the face of one very pissed Trunks.
"Go?" he spoke in a soft, worryingly relaxed tone of voice.
"Leaving so soon?"
Pesky wasn't fazed more then a second.
"Yup, we're leaving. Sorry to have been a burden, but See Ya!"
With that, she grabbed Tomath by the arm and marched herself around the seething boy.
Pesky looked back with a sniff, only to walk straight into the demi-Saij-jin again.
"Aren't you _at least_ going to apologise for what you did to me?"
His voice was beginning to betray him now.
Pesky made a non-commitical sound. If his speed had surprised her, she gave to outward sign of it.
Trunks groawled.
"I was in there _all day_ you know. I could have died!"
She shrugged.
"But you didn't. You're right though; I _am_ sorry. I was wrong to doubt you. Won't happen again!"
With that, she gave him a stiff smile and tried to walk around him again.
Naturally, Trunks wasn't happy with such a half-hearted apology.
"_Sorry_! I just _bet_ you are."
then he sneared. "If you weren't a girl, I'd punch your lights out."
Pesky stared, wide-eyed. Tomath groaned, stepping back two, three steps.
"Weren't a girl?"
Pesky's voice was high and strung.
"Weren't a girl? Oh, but don't let a little thing like _that_ stop you!"
With that, she longed for the Demi-Saijin, catching him straight in the face with a full-force punch.
Trunks, caught off guard, reeled back a step.
Then was caught in the side with a kick, then to the other side before he, instinctively, started to block her onslaught.
Slightly panicking, he looked into her eyes, trying to make her stop.
Pure fury.
Guess he'd hit the mark there.
Trunks supposed he should be glad she couldn't hit half as hard as his father,
though it was certainly not for lack of trying!
But she was _fast_.
ANd Still, her fist-and-foot-fury kept up, no sign of slowing.
What could he do?
He could power up, and then she wouldn't be able to hurt her with her punches. Nor catch him.
But that would be cheating the fight.
On the other hand, it wasn't really a fight since he wasn't fighting back.
Just blocking.
He couldn't fight a girl.
Then again, it didn't look like she was gonna stop anytime soon, and he was actually starting to hurt!
He had to stop her, somehow.
But he couldn't well hit a girl, could he?
"Aaayiiiih!"
The girl in front of him screamed, then turned, extending her arm in a back-swing.
Trunks gasped, ducked, closed his eyes and reacted.
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Almost there! ;) ah cruelty! finish this sometime this week, I hope.
Lots of fighting! (gotto love it, I do.) good part this, I think. So enjoy!
erm, disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball.
But I do own Pesky and Tomath. visit them on my homepage (under anime)
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Vegeta's scowl was even more pronouced then usual as he flew high over the desert plains.
What was that woman's problem anyway?
Didn't she know how lucky she was?
Couldn't she see how well she had it made? With her life? With her children. More to the point, with _him_?
The prince really didn't understand why she had to blow up on him over every little thing.
Wasn't he a good enough mate to her? He thought he did everything right.
He was strong, fast and powerfull. He blew up anyone that bothered her.
He trained their son into an adequate warrior -as well as he could without chancing to kill the little brat.
He took good care of their daughter.
Vegeta growled; He certainly was nice enough to the woman in bed.
So why did she have to start screaming when he'd only asked a simle question?
He just wanted to know how long it would take to fix that damn gravitron.
True, he'd broken it himself only half an hour ago.
And, also true, it had been the fourth time he asked.
But that was hardly enough reason to at him, was it?
Our warrior prince certainly didn't think so.
It really was rather unfitting; her screaming at him like that.
If it wasn't for her looking so damned hot when she was mad, he was sure he would have killed her a long -long- time ago.
As it was, some other possibilities had come to mind at this time.
But unpure thoughts were not going to fix his gravitron, and the business came before pleasure.
So, Vegeta had done something that was completely against his nature;
namely, he had taken the woman's advise, and had gone off to train somewhere else.
Not that he felt much like training by now -he was way to worked up.
In fact, he'd rather be taking pot-shots at that dumb girl from yesterday again
Or maybe have a good spar with,..
"Kakaroth."
-"VEGETA!"
Speaking of the devil. Cow convenient.
There was his arch-rival, in the flesh. All powered up and ready to go.
In fact.
-"VEGETA! You're MINE!!"-
A little too eager, considering his usual, easy going -and utterly annoying- personallity.
It didn't matter much to the Saij-jin prince.
He, too powered up to SSJ, revalling in the feel of power.
"You want a piece of me?" he rasped,
"Come get it!"
The last syllable hadn't left his mouth before an enraged Goku chared at him with all his might.
Unbelievably fast, but also rather lacking in controll.
Vegeta could easily dodge him, but hadn't even the chance to turn before the larger Saij-jin came hurtling in again.
"This isn't like Kakaroth's usual sparing at all."
The Prince mused as he pivioted to dodge again.
"Nothing of the usual friendly glee; it's almost as if he's fighing out of anger,..."
He snapped his head back just in time, a foot shooting past it by mere inches.
"It's like he's fighting just like me,.."
Vegeta grinned, then deflected another bone-crushing punch to counter it with his own fist.
It made impact with solid flesh, but the orange-clad warrior didn't even seem to feel it.
Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed Vegeta's wrist one-handedly,
soon causing the smirk on the prince's face to fade as the latter realised his mistake.
Goku might have been fighting the way Vegeta did, but he certainly was still Goku.
And he certainly was still stronger.
Futher more, he wasn't sparring.
He was dead serious.
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It was past dinner-time of the second day, and still no sign of his sister Pesky anywhere.
Much as Tomath hated to admit it, he was starting to get worried.
True, Pesky was a big girl -well bigger then him anyway; his big sister.
He'd seen her take care of herself when she needed to.
Still, there was this thing with the father of his new-found friends being an alien.
And if Pesky had vowed to distroy him -and that she had quite obviously-,
he knew that nothing would stop her before she had reached that goal.
Nothing short of her own demise, that was.
Tomath sighed, sitting down on a bench in the gardens.
As if reading his toughts, Trunks turned back to face him.
"Don't worry, we'll find her." the lavendel-haired boy assured him.
Tomath wasn't sure if he'd liked the boy's tone though.
But he could hardly blame him for being mad at his sister, after leaving him in the gravitron like that!
All the same, he liked to be closeby if Trunks _did_ manage to find Pesky.
He just didn't want anything bad to happen, that was all.
Not counting the fact that he was worried for his sister, this had been a swell day for little Tomath.
Bra and Goten had gone off searching for his sister the one way, him and Trunks going the other.
It had been a little scary at first to find his new friend could fly.
But helpfull too; they'd been able to cover a lot of ground.
ANd, of course, it had been great to fly on the demi-Saij-jin's back.
Still, no sign of Pesky anywhere.
And now they were back at Capsule Corp., tired and weary. Bra and Goten had left off after dinner, giving up.
Him and Trunks though, were going to give it one last chance before it got dark.
They were again trying to track Pesky's footprints;
this was were Goten had last seen her, and their best lead as to finding his troublesome sister.
Tomath smiled wrily at Trunks' back as the elder boy turned to study the tracks again.
Much as he hated to give up, this wasn't really getting them anywhere.
Besides, he really was tired. All he wanted to do was lay down somewhere nice and warm and -gulp!
WIth a hand shuffed over his mouth, Tomath was rudely pulled off his bench and behind one of the shoulder-high plant-pots.
He gazed confusedly into the face of his sister, who was currently eying around the corner of their fresh-made hide-out.
SHe gave him a sharp look before taking the hand from his face, and Tomath knew better then to speak up.
"Where is the alien Vegeta?" she hissed at him.
"What? uh. He left sometime this morning.
Something about a machine breaking or such.
You're not still thinking to-"
-"hush." she told him, then eyed around the corner again.
"So much for my little diversion. But maybe it's all for the better. Let's go."
Annoyed, Tomath raised his voice a little.
"Go? Go where? And just like that? Aren't we at least gonna thank these people for their hospitality."
-"Quiet. We're going home. Send them a note if you like. Let's -ShhhhhiT!"
The last word was no longer spoken in a whisper as she looked straight into the face of one very pissed Trunks.
"Go?" he spoke in a soft, worryingly relaxed tone of voice.
"Leaving so soon?"
Pesky wasn't fazed more then a second.
"Yup, we're leaving. Sorry to have been a burden, but See Ya!"
With that, she grabbed Tomath by the arm and marched herself around the seething boy.
Pesky looked back with a sniff, only to walk straight into the demi-Saij-jin again.
"Aren't you _at least_ going to apologise for what you did to me?"
His voice was beginning to betray him now.
Pesky made a non-commitical sound. If his speed had surprised her, she gave to outward sign of it.
Trunks groawled.
"I was in there _all day_ you know. I could have died!"
She shrugged.
"But you didn't. You're right though; I _am_ sorry. I was wrong to doubt you. Won't happen again!"
With that, she gave him a stiff smile and tried to walk around him again.
Naturally, Trunks wasn't happy with such a half-hearted apology.
"_Sorry_! I just _bet_ you are."
then he sneared. "If you weren't a girl, I'd punch your lights out."
Pesky stared, wide-eyed. Tomath groaned, stepping back two, three steps.
"Weren't a girl?"
Pesky's voice was high and strung.
"Weren't a girl? Oh, but don't let a little thing like _that_ stop you!"
With that, she longed for the Demi-Saijin, catching him straight in the face with a full-force punch.
Trunks, caught off guard, reeled back a step.
Then was caught in the side with a kick, then to the other side before he, instinctively, started to block her onslaught.
Slightly panicking, he looked into her eyes, trying to make her stop.
Pure fury.
Guess he'd hit the mark there.
Trunks supposed he should be glad she couldn't hit half as hard as his father,
though it was certainly not for lack of trying!
But she was _fast_.
ANd Still, her fist-and-foot-fury kept up, no sign of slowing.
What could he do?
He could power up, and then she wouldn't be able to hurt her with her punches. Nor catch him.
But that would be cheating the fight.
On the other hand, it wasn't really a fight since he wasn't fighting back.
Just blocking.
He couldn't fight a girl.
Then again, it didn't look like she was gonna stop anytime soon, and he was actually starting to hurt!
He had to stop her, somehow.
But he couldn't well hit a girl, could he?
"Aaayiiiih!"
The girl in front of him screamed, then turned, extending her arm in a back-swing.
Trunks gasped, ducked, closed his eyes and reacted.
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