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Sorry this is taking so long, but with finals and graduation and the prom I'm lucky to have time to breathe!!
Chapter 6: The Stage is Set
The sun was starting its westward dip, the sky beginning to fade from its pale blue to the bright oranges and pinks of dusk.
Vegeta looked around at the mob that was riding along with him and snorted. His initial feeling was that he didn't need nor want any of these people around him. By the most part, they were his sworn enemies.
Kakarot. The always good natured disgrace to the Saiyan race. A third class warrior who had somehow achieved the status of Super Saiyan. The thought made his blood boil. He looked at the relaxed features of the man. He might be a human on the outside, but he had seen the Saiyan side and power shine through in battle. He would defeat him one day and reclaim his glory. But till then, he would rather fight along side the wayward Saiyan.
Piccolo. Te Namek. He detested him. Maybe because at one time they had shared the same agenda. But the Namek had let these human's poison him. Suck him into the fold to fight as one of them. Weak. Then again, he was allowing the same thing to happen to him. If the Namek hadn't been as hard and evil as he had once thought, what was that to say about himself?
Bulma. She was riding to his left. Her pale blue hair pulled neatly back with a ribbon. Her beautiful face set in a grim line of concern. For him? He recalled the night before and felt a chill run up his spine. It hadn't been all desire that had urged him on last night. For a brief while he had felt something he hadn't felt since childhood. He had felt whole again. The darkness of his soul had been filled, if only for a while. And now it felt even emptier than before. He frowned at the thought of wanting, no, needing someone else to make him feel complete. This woman was more dangerous to him than any enemy he had ever faced. With the slightest effort, she could tare down the walls he had built around himself over the years and actually make him vulnerable. Physically, he could handle that, but not the way she could. So, if she were so dangerous, why did he crave that felling of vulnerability so badly?
Yamcha. Well there wasn't much there other than he really despised the human. He was always challenging the prince even though he new he didn't stand a chance. But the woman always intervened somehow. He could begrudgingly give the man some respect for standing up to such a powerful adversary, he supposed.
Gohan. The half Saiyan brat of Kakarot's. The living reminder that his race was doomed to be bred out. But he was powerful, if only that woman hadn't ruined him already.
Trunks. The boy who claimed to be from the future. Claimed to be half Saiyan. Had achieved Super Saiyan at such a young age. 'Who is he really? Why did he keep staring at me that day? Why do I feel something familiar about him?' he looked back at him and was met with a steady blue gaze that belied the age of the boy. Eyes that seemed ancient in such a young face. He had the woman's eyes. He frowned, wondering what that meant.
As they rode into town, people stopped and stared in amazement. Then ran for the buildings for protection against the coming battle.
Zarbon was leaning against the wall outside the Sheriffs office and watched the band of outlaws ride in. "Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting." He poked his head in the door and yelled for the others to come out.
Next chapter- Showdown!