The Key, Impressions: Vegeta
I'd been watching her for awhile, but my first conversation, if you could call it that, with her was right after she came out of the forest.
She looked like she was twelve years old. She was barely taller then me, and the way her eyes looked at everything with curiosity made her seem younger. Her brain didn't comprehend simple things, and it functioned at a child's level. She looked twelve, and acted eight. A perfect waste of life.
"Who are you?" She asked curiously, staring at me. I glared back. I had no desire to talk to her. She wasn't important enough to be graced with my presence. I turned to walk away, when she spoke again. "What's wrong? Don't you talk?"
I just looked at her. She really was an idiot. I wondered what her IQ was. Fifty? She didn't understand I had no interest in her, she could die for all I cared. Yet, she stood there, watching me. I felt slight pity for her, her idiocy. She didn't even realize how slow she was. And she'd never understand I didn't care at all about her, unless I told her. "I talk. To people worth talking to."
"Oh . . . Who are you?" she asked again. I had to resist the urge to blast her for her stupidity. She didn't understand silence. She didn't understand rudeness. There was one thing left, which I knew even she would understand: directness. I smirked.
"None of your business. You're insignificant. You aren't worth my time." The baka kept staring at me, her eyes at least now registering something besides idiocy. There was pain there. She babbled something about me not having to be so rude. I smirked wider, and told her plain and simple how unimportant she really was to me, her eyes filling with tears. I would have continued, had that stupid Namek not intervened.
Piccolo landed behind the girl. She looked back at him gratefully. I glared. He said something about her getting the idea I didn't like her. As I glared, I noticed something in his eyes: protectiveness. Any idiot could see he cared. But why? And how much? "Why do you care?"
The look in Piccolo's eyes changed. It went from protectiveness to defensive. His eyes stared right into mine, and his words cut through everything. "She's mine. That's why." He continued staring at me, as if daring me to say something. So, I took his dare.
"Yours? That?" I laughed. I laughed hard. Told him how ridiculous his choice was. Piccolo stared, uninterestedly, caring nothing about what I thought.
I smirked. One thing I knew was how to get a reaction out of someone. And I was going to get one out of this Namek. I smiled. Piccolo's eyes went wide. I walked away, congratulating myself on my personal victory, leaving the Namek and his idiot pet.