Hey Cyrzy or whatever your name is, that was a nice review, I appreciate it, I know my spelling sucks like a bitch, but I get a lot of crap while I type, itÕs all done while I skip class or at lunch, I donÕt eat proper meals so I can post these for you guys! LOL! IÕll try my best to fix the problem, and you need to E-mail me with suggestions or this little trip theyÕre on will take amillion chapters because IÕm coming to a writers block! So, hereÕs something to sink your teeth into, hope you enjoyÉ..
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He felt as if he would never be capable of proper movement again, limping and staggering he tried to open the door to his room but spasms jerked his slowly mending arms and prooved the feat difficult. He finally managed to fling the door into the wall and it echoed all the hatred and disdain coursing through his mind. He stummbled in, furious with himself, his body, his master, Nappa, with anyone and everyone and espesially angry because he could not train decently.Collapsing on his bed he swallowed an agonized moan, looked up as he felt a Ki presence, "Oh, it's you child..." he dropped back down and groaned.
" 'Oh, child' yourself! I have a name you know!"
"No, I was not aware of this," he growled with extream dis-intrest.
"Well I do!"
"No, you don't." he stated.
"I do!" she yelled, "No body knows it, but I do have one!"
He sat up fast, ignoring the pain.
"Then what the hell is it?"
She started in surprise, "Um, I don't want to tell you..."
He stood, once again reciving a wave of faintness then nausea, he marched over to her.
"Then shut up about it already!" he blinked, trying to clear the stars from before him, "I'll call you whatever I damn-well please."
"Oh, yeah?" she propped her hands on her hips audaciously, "Well it better not be 'child' because that is not my name!"
"Fine then!"
She gaped in shock at his sudden, very un-Vegeta-like compliance.
"I will adress you from now on as 'woman'. Does that please the little female before me?" his voice was laden with mockery but she still felt as if she'd won, at least a little bit.
"Well, does it?"
"I, um..."
"Ha, stupid woman!" he raged, clenching his fists at his side.
"Um, Friesa wants to see us..."
"Is this some un-writen law?" he growled, pushing past her, she scurried after him, looking up meakly, "Um, what is?"
He didn't seem to hear her and went on, answering her question without beeing aware of it.
"Make Vegeta fuming mad, then send him to Freisa!" he growled again.
"Sorry, I just want a real name..."
"Well how do you suppose to have one if you wont tell anybody what it is?" he glared down at the stammering girl.
"The truth is... I don't really remember what it is..." He couldn't help but smirk, "Then make one up, stupid female." she grinned at him, taking his comment for what it was, a good natured teasing. "I'm afraid I'm not too creative..."
He scowled again, "Well then shut up."
"I suppose you're right..." she sighed.
"Of course I am!" he pushed open the doors to the throne room and they bowed in stride.
"There you are Vegeta," the albino creature chortled, "I see you're recovered well,"
"Yes,"
"Well, good then. Because I have a little trip for you too take," he leaned forward, eyeing them,
"For both of you..." Vegeta couldn't help but grow interested.
"You will leave tonight,"
"Tonight?!" she gasped, "To where?"
"That is none of your concern my pet," he leaned back, "Am I not a perfect master to you two?"
They looked at eachother, not sure how to respond, or better yet, how to lie through their teeth.
He sat forward with a growl, "AM I?"
"Yes!" they murmered hastily, hoping to keep the vehemence from their voices, the word tasted bitter as it roled from thier tounges and they stole side-long glances at eachother.
::should we leave:: she wondered.
::has the damn beast excused us?:: Vegeta growled to himself, glaring steadfastedly at him.
"Leave me!"
They turned on their heels and slinked out, the door swinging closed and latching behind them, sending a sharp echo chasing them down the hall. "I don't know what good he assumes you would be for this mission," Vegeta growled, marching back to thier room. She shrugged dejectedly, too sick from her encounter with the monster to pay any heed to the prince fuming at her side. "None... No good what-so-ever..." he forced open the door, not even unlockling it, the door jam crumbled, as it once again suffered from his wrathful actions. "Get in bed and rest!" he demanded, heading toward thier dressers, "I don't want you complaining through out the entire trip."
"I don't have to do what you say," she mumbled.
He turned from his open drawr dropping the bag he'd been shoving training suits and gloves into.
"I don't have to treat you as well as I do..." he retaliated, snidely, warning inching it's way into his voice. "I'm tired any ways," she murmered, scowling as she climbed into the bed.
He chuckled to himself and went back to packing thier things.
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He felt as if he would never be capable of proper movement again, limping and staggering he tried to open the door to his room but spasms jerked his slowly mending arms and prooved the feat difficult. He finally managed to fling the door into the wall and it echoed all the hatred and disdain coursing through his mind. He stummbled in, furious with himself, his body, his master, Nappa, with anyone and everyone and espesially angry because he could not train decently.Collapsing on his bed he swallowed an agonized moan, looked up as he felt a Ki presence, "Oh, it's you child..." he dropped back down and groaned.
" 'Oh, child' yourself! I have a name you know!"
"No, I was not aware of this," he growled with extream dis-intrest.
"Well I do!"
"No, you don't." he stated.
"I do!" she yelled, "No body knows it, but I do have one!"
He sat up fast, ignoring the pain.
"Then what the hell is it?"
She started in surprise, "Um, I don't want to tell you..."
He stood, once again reciving a wave of faintness then nausea, he marched over to her.
"Then shut up about it already!" he blinked, trying to clear the stars from before him, "I'll call you whatever I damn-well please."
"Oh, yeah?" she propped her hands on her hips audaciously, "Well it better not be 'child' because that is not my name!"
"Fine then!"
She gaped in shock at his sudden, very un-Vegeta-like compliance.
"I will adress you from now on as 'woman'. Does that please the little female before me?" his voice was laden with mockery but she still felt as if she'd won, at least a little bit.
"Well, does it?"
"I, um..."
"Ha, stupid woman!" he raged, clenching his fists at his side.
"Um, Friesa wants to see us..."
"Is this some un-writen law?" he growled, pushing past her, she scurried after him, looking up meakly, "Um, what is?"
He didn't seem to hear her and went on, answering her question without beeing aware of it.
"Make Vegeta fuming mad, then send him to Freisa!" he growled again.
"Sorry, I just want a real name..."
"Well how do you suppose to have one if you wont tell anybody what it is?" he glared down at the stammering girl.
"The truth is... I don't really remember what it is..." He couldn't help but smirk, "Then make one up, stupid female." she grinned at him, taking his comment for what it was, a good natured teasing. "I'm afraid I'm not too creative..."
He scowled again, "Well then shut up."
"I suppose you're right..." she sighed.
"Of course I am!" he pushed open the doors to the throne room and they bowed in stride.
"There you are Vegeta," the albino creature chortled, "I see you're recovered well,"
"Yes,"
"Well, good then. Because I have a little trip for you too take," he leaned forward, eyeing them,
"For both of you..." Vegeta couldn't help but grow interested.
"You will leave tonight,"
"Tonight?!" she gasped, "To where?"
"That is none of your concern my pet," he leaned back, "Am I not a perfect master to you two?"
They looked at eachother, not sure how to respond, or better yet, how to lie through their teeth.
He sat forward with a growl, "AM I?"
"Yes!" they murmered hastily, hoping to keep the vehemence from their voices, the word tasted bitter as it roled from thier tounges and they stole side-long glances at eachother.
::should we leave:: she wondered.
::has the damn beast excused us?:: Vegeta growled to himself, glaring steadfastedly at him.
"Leave me!"
They turned on their heels and slinked out, the door swinging closed and latching behind them, sending a sharp echo chasing them down the hall. "I don't know what good he assumes you would be for this mission," Vegeta growled, marching back to thier room. She shrugged dejectedly, too sick from her encounter with the monster to pay any heed to the prince fuming at her side. "None... No good what-so-ever..." he forced open the door, not even unlockling it, the door jam crumbled, as it once again suffered from his wrathful actions. "Get in bed and rest!" he demanded, heading toward thier dressers, "I don't want you complaining through out the entire trip."
"I don't have to do what you say," she mumbled.
He turned from his open drawr dropping the bag he'd been shoving training suits and gloves into.
"I don't have to treat you as well as I do..." he retaliated, snidely, warning inching it's way into his voice. "I'm tired any ways," she murmered, scowling as she climbed into the bed.
He chuckled to himself and went back to packing thier things.