Chap. 8
Trunks looked at the fallen Mr. Sinter.
"You didn't have to scare him that bad, did you?" he said to his dad. Vegeta, of course, simply shrugged. Then the heard a high-pitched shriek. Trunks turned around in time to see a fat woman in a large lemon yellow dress barreling in their direction. She looked like an overstuffed overgrown banana. Trunks blinked.
"My poor tufty-wufty!" she wailed as she reached Mr. Sinter.
Tufty-wufty?
"Dad, I think that moving is a really good idea right now," Trunks started, turning back to his dad. Of course, his dad was already on the move, agreeing one hundred percent to move away from the obsessive woman. Trunks jogged to catch up to his dad.
"I knew something bad was gonna happen," Trunks muttered under his breath. He continued to hear the woman's opera voice carry over everyone's head.
"What in the name of Kami is that screeching?" Trunks heard Ticco growl as he strode over to them. Suddenly, the woman's voice reached an extraordinarily high, loud, and long note. Trunks was positive that the cracking noise he was hearing in the back of his ears was glass. All three beings grinded their teeth together and immediately covered their ears.
"IF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING DOESN'T SHUT THAT ONNA UP, THEN I WILL!" Vegeta shouted. Ticco nodded.
"BE MY GUEST!" he yelled back. Suddenly, it stopped. Ticco blinked his unseeing eyes, and then uncovered his ears.
"It's okay, now," he said. The two Saiya-jin uncovered their ears as well. Trunks still heard a certain thrumming in his ears.
"I wonder why she stopped," Trunks thought aloud.
"If you really want to know that badly, then why don't you just move those appendages you call legs and look?" Ticco dryly.
"Thanks for the bit of advice, I'm sure I'm going to use it often," Trunks muttered sarcastically. He knew that Ticco was dying to make another remark, but Vegeta gave a look at the both of them, so they both shut up. Then Trunks, trying to look casual, walked over to where Mr. Sinter had recently conveniently passed out. He saw that Mr. Sinter was shakily trying to stand up, with the help of the woman that had called him "tufty-wufty." She was now crooning lovingly over him. Trunks inwardly groaned. He figured that if his father actually beat the guy, then the woman would probably be a hell of a lot louder.
"Dad," he said, returning to his father. "If you beat this guy, please, please, do it quickly and don't kill him!" He pleaded with his father while pointing to the woman behind him.
"Is my poor Sinty-winty cummie-cumms alright?" the woman cooed, supporting the now feeble Mr. Sinter.
"Y-yes, dear, I'm f-f-fine," he managed to stammer out.
"That's good, now go out there, and beat that evil bad man," she said, pushing him with amazing strength toward the stadium.
"Y-yes, m-my dear," he stuttered. Vegeta, muttering about stupid, weak men and controlling females and such, strode onto the platform.
"I'll be in the stands taking pictures!" she yelled to the sorry man as she ran off to find her seat. Vegeta slowly shook his head.
So this is what Earth is coming to.
Sad, isn't it?
Very. Vegeta grinned as he realized that, once again, Ticco was there in his mind. You seem to have a way of popping up in people's minds.
There is a limit, Ticco admitted. The stronger a being is in comparison to me, the easier it is to communicate through telepathy. I have a very hard time communicating with humans. Then again, I have a hard time communicating with them anyway because of low IQ, so there isn't much of a difference. Vegeta's grin grew even broader. Trunks stared at his father's face. He had never smiled that huge, unless he was plotting something evil.
"Dad," he hissed. Vegeta was brought out of his conversation when Trunks hissed at him. He looked at his son.
"You're up," he whispered, pointing to the shaking Mr. Sinter. Vegeta leered evilly. He stepped toward the quaking man.
"Don't worry," Vegeta said in what seemed like a careless way. "I'm only an ex-assassin from a different planet." People in the audience, who thought he was joking, snickered appreciatively. One guy was especially enthusiastic about this short fighter.
"KILL 'IM!" he yelled.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!" Mr. Sinter shrieked at the guy. Trunks and Ticco snickered at the pathetically panicked look on the shrieking man's face.
"People's reactions to things others say is very interesting," grinned Ticco. Trunks couldn't help it. He grinned, too.
Hey, maybe this Ticco guy isn't so bad after all.
Don't bet on it.
Sigh.
Back at ya.
There's nothing wrong with sighing!
Did I say there was?
No, but you implied it.
How so?!
You said "back at ya", which people normally only say for an insult
Ah, true, but I'm not normal, am I?
Well…no, but-
So I'm not subject to the same laws that normal people are.
…
What's wrong, tailless wonder, cat got your tongue?
Tailless…WONDER? Where'd you get that?
Just made it up. Like it?
If it's for me, no.
Are you two arguing again?
Of course not, sir. Ticco thought in a seemingly innocent way. Vegeta wasn't fooled for a second.
See that you don't. By the way, the Mr. Sinter, before I could even touch him, fainted again. He's out cold, now.
Oh, darn. And to think I missed a man fainting at the sight of the greatness of Vegeta, the Prince of the Saiya-jin.
Don't make my father's ego bigger than it already is.
I'm not. I'm simply telling truth.
Oh, yeah, and that's all you're doing?
Of course. Ticco, once again, tried to act innocent, but, again, nobody was fooled.
What, I can't praise a Prince?
Not if it's going to make his head swell.
His head isn't swelling. It stays the same size.
You know what I mean!
Of course I do. I'm not that stupid.
Sometimes I wonder. Trunks thought dryly.
You wanna fight? Fine, here, after the tournament, just you and me, buddy.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Are you two ever going to stop?
Dunno, depends on if this big mouth will shut his mouth.
No, it depends on if you will shut your mouth.
All right, all right, break it up. Ticco, now it's just you and me.
I look forward to it, Your Majesty.
Please, stop. You flatter me.
Oh, please, I'm gonna puke.
Oh, shut up.
You two are in cahoots against me.
Aww, poor baby. Want an ice pack?
Yeah, give it here, so I can show you where I wanna shove it.
Ooo, I'm scared.
Hey, you, Ticco. Up here, now.
Fine, I'm coming.
"And now, the final match to decide who's the strongest in the world, Mr. Vegeta vs. Mr. Ticco," announcer shouted. The crowd stood up and cheered loudly as the two men stepped up.
Trunks looked at the fallen Mr. Sinter.
"You didn't have to scare him that bad, did you?" he said to his dad. Vegeta, of course, simply shrugged. Then the heard a high-pitched shriek. Trunks turned around in time to see a fat woman in a large lemon yellow dress barreling in their direction. She looked like an overstuffed overgrown banana. Trunks blinked.
"My poor tufty-wufty!" she wailed as she reached Mr. Sinter.
Tufty-wufty?
"Dad, I think that moving is a really good idea right now," Trunks started, turning back to his dad. Of course, his dad was already on the move, agreeing one hundred percent to move away from the obsessive woman. Trunks jogged to catch up to his dad.
"I knew something bad was gonna happen," Trunks muttered under his breath. He continued to hear the woman's opera voice carry over everyone's head.
"What in the name of Kami is that screeching?" Trunks heard Ticco growl as he strode over to them. Suddenly, the woman's voice reached an extraordinarily high, loud, and long note. Trunks was positive that the cracking noise he was hearing in the back of his ears was glass. All three beings grinded their teeth together and immediately covered their ears.
"IF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING DOESN'T SHUT THAT ONNA UP, THEN I WILL!" Vegeta shouted. Ticco nodded.
"BE MY GUEST!" he yelled back. Suddenly, it stopped. Ticco blinked his unseeing eyes, and then uncovered his ears.
"It's okay, now," he said. The two Saiya-jin uncovered their ears as well. Trunks still heard a certain thrumming in his ears.
"I wonder why she stopped," Trunks thought aloud.
"If you really want to know that badly, then why don't you just move those appendages you call legs and look?" Ticco dryly.
"Thanks for the bit of advice, I'm sure I'm going to use it often," Trunks muttered sarcastically. He knew that Ticco was dying to make another remark, but Vegeta gave a look at the both of them, so they both shut up. Then Trunks, trying to look casual, walked over to where Mr. Sinter had recently conveniently passed out. He saw that Mr. Sinter was shakily trying to stand up, with the help of the woman that had called him "tufty-wufty." She was now crooning lovingly over him. Trunks inwardly groaned. He figured that if his father actually beat the guy, then the woman would probably be a hell of a lot louder.
"Dad," he said, returning to his father. "If you beat this guy, please, please, do it quickly and don't kill him!" He pleaded with his father while pointing to the woman behind him.
"Is my poor Sinty-winty cummie-cumms alright?" the woman cooed, supporting the now feeble Mr. Sinter.
"Y-yes, dear, I'm f-f-fine," he managed to stammer out.
"That's good, now go out there, and beat that evil bad man," she said, pushing him with amazing strength toward the stadium.
"Y-yes, m-my dear," he stuttered. Vegeta, muttering about stupid, weak men and controlling females and such, strode onto the platform.
"I'll be in the stands taking pictures!" she yelled to the sorry man as she ran off to find her seat. Vegeta slowly shook his head.
So this is what Earth is coming to.
Sad, isn't it?
Very. Vegeta grinned as he realized that, once again, Ticco was there in his mind. You seem to have a way of popping up in people's minds.
There is a limit, Ticco admitted. The stronger a being is in comparison to me, the easier it is to communicate through telepathy. I have a very hard time communicating with humans. Then again, I have a hard time communicating with them anyway because of low IQ, so there isn't much of a difference. Vegeta's grin grew even broader. Trunks stared at his father's face. He had never smiled that huge, unless he was plotting something evil.
"Dad," he hissed. Vegeta was brought out of his conversation when Trunks hissed at him. He looked at his son.
"You're up," he whispered, pointing to the shaking Mr. Sinter. Vegeta leered evilly. He stepped toward the quaking man.
"Don't worry," Vegeta said in what seemed like a careless way. "I'm only an ex-assassin from a different planet." People in the audience, who thought he was joking, snickered appreciatively. One guy was especially enthusiastic about this short fighter.
"KILL 'IM!" he yelled.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!" Mr. Sinter shrieked at the guy. Trunks and Ticco snickered at the pathetically panicked look on the shrieking man's face.
"People's reactions to things others say is very interesting," grinned Ticco. Trunks couldn't help it. He grinned, too.
Hey, maybe this Ticco guy isn't so bad after all.
Don't bet on it.
Sigh.
Back at ya.
There's nothing wrong with sighing!
Did I say there was?
No, but you implied it.
How so?!
You said "back at ya", which people normally only say for an insult
Ah, true, but I'm not normal, am I?
Well…no, but-
So I'm not subject to the same laws that normal people are.
…
What's wrong, tailless wonder, cat got your tongue?
Tailless…WONDER? Where'd you get that?
Just made it up. Like it?
If it's for me, no.
Are you two arguing again?
Of course not, sir. Ticco thought in a seemingly innocent way. Vegeta wasn't fooled for a second.
See that you don't. By the way, the Mr. Sinter, before I could even touch him, fainted again. He's out cold, now.
Oh, darn. And to think I missed a man fainting at the sight of the greatness of Vegeta, the Prince of the Saiya-jin.
Don't make my father's ego bigger than it already is.
I'm not. I'm simply telling truth.
Oh, yeah, and that's all you're doing?
Of course. Ticco, once again, tried to act innocent, but, again, nobody was fooled.
What, I can't praise a Prince?
Not if it's going to make his head swell.
His head isn't swelling. It stays the same size.
You know what I mean!
Of course I do. I'm not that stupid.
Sometimes I wonder. Trunks thought dryly.
You wanna fight? Fine, here, after the tournament, just you and me, buddy.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Are you two ever going to stop?
Dunno, depends on if this big mouth will shut his mouth.
No, it depends on if you will shut your mouth.
All right, all right, break it up. Ticco, now it's just you and me.
I look forward to it, Your Majesty.
Please, stop. You flatter me.
Oh, please, I'm gonna puke.
Oh, shut up.
You two are in cahoots against me.
Aww, poor baby. Want an ice pack?
Yeah, give it here, so I can show you where I wanna shove it.
Ooo, I'm scared.
Hey, you, Ticco. Up here, now.
Fine, I'm coming.
"And now, the final match to decide who's the strongest in the world, Mr. Vegeta vs. Mr. Ticco," announcer shouted. The crowd stood up and cheered loudly as the two men stepped up.