Chap. 9
BTW, people, if somebody speaks in a different language, and there is a translation, it will be shown like this…And now, back to our regularly scheduled program. Thank you.
"Well," Vegeta said, cracking his knuckles. "I have been looking forward to this."
"As have I, Vegeta-sama," Ticco said respectively. As Trunks stood at an opening, looking out at the pair who were sizing each other up, Goten walked up to him.
"So," he said, "What's up?"
"Ticco and my dad are gonna fight," Trunks muttered.
"Wow!" Goten exclaimed. "That's so cool. I mean, they can almost read each other's minds."
You have no idea how right you are. Trunks thought dryly. Should I tell him? Hmm…it might put him on alert about what he thinks, …nah! I'll just wait for him to figure it out himself, if he ever does. Trunks focused his mind on the match. I hope my dad wins. That Ticco person is…weird.
"Vegeta-sama, you should prepare yourself," Ticco said, taking off his cape.
"I think I'm prepared enough, thank you," Vegeta answered with a grim look on his face. His mouth, though, was smiling. This was competition, true, hardcore competition. He hadn't fought against Kakarot for so long, and his son, because of college, could not spar all the time. But now, there was finally someone worthy of his attention. Both him and Ticco took off at the same time. Vegeta pulled his right fist back and aimed for Ticco's face. Ticco tilted his head to the right and attempted a round kick. Vegeta brought up his left arm to block it. The competitor put down his leg, and, at the same time, Ticco's hand snaked toward his face. Vegeta grabbed his opponent's wrist. But then Ticco's straightened out his hand, and his fingers connected with the top of Vegeta's neck. Vegeta coughed. That moment of weakness, however slight it was, gave Ticco the upper hand. Immediately, Ticco gave a well-placed punch into the short prince's solar plexus. As Vegeta doubled over in pain, holding his stomach, Ticco jumped up and kicked upward. His foot connected with Vegeta's chin, and Vegeta was forced to look up. Then Ticco brought his fist down, and Vegeta flew backwards from the force. He skidded to a stop a few feet away from where he had been standing. He almost dropped of the edge of the ring. A small trickle of blood came out of his mouth. Ticco hopped down and crossed his arms.
"I didn't hit you that hard," Ticco said. "You should be able to still fight, I hope." Ticco walked over. He stopped about an inch from Vegeta's feet. Vegeta lifted a hand and wiped away the blood on the left side of his mouth with one of his fingers.
"Don't worry," Vegeta answered. "I'll be fine." Suddenly, he jumped up, and headbutted Ticco on his forehead. Ticco's head snapped back and Vegeta punched him on the side of his face. Ticco grunted from the pain. Then he hit Ticco near the base of his neck with his palm facing out. Ticco was thrown backwards. Then Ticco opened his eyes, as pointless as that was, and leaned back so that his hands came into contact with the ground. He flipped over and gracefully landed on his feet. A small spot of red appeared on the side of his mask. Vegeta had the distinct impressing that he was smiling.
Hmmm…that was odd. Vegeta was puzzled as he looked at his hand. Something about hitting this guy at the bottom of his neck just wasn't right. Vegeta couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it just didn't seem proper to hit his opponent in the base of his neck. That was odd. He had hit Kakarot a dozen times in the same spot and the same feeling didn't ever come up until now. It felt almost as though he wasn't supposed to hit him there, because it was violating and improper.
"You all right?" Ticco waved his hand in between his hand and his face. He blinked, shook his head, then looked at Ticco. He had one eyebrow raised in a question and a hand was massaging the side of his cheek. Vegeta snorted.
"I'm fine," he growled. "You just worry about yourself, warrior." Ticco chuckled appreciatively. Then he looked down at his mask.
"Hmmm," he said, eyeing the small red blotch on it. Then he muttered something that sounded to Vegeta like, "Stupid mask."
"Here," Vegeta crooned. "Let me help you remove that!" He threw a punch at Ticco. He sidestepped and jumped into the air to gain the advantage of height. Vegeta jumped up after him, and began to through small blue ki shots at him. He dodged every single one. By this time, Vegeta was able to catch up to him and attempted to hit him again. As Ticco turned his head so the fist whizzed past his cheek, Vegeta took the opportunity to accidentally/on purpose snag the far corner of the mask. Then he quickly drew his hand back and looked at the mask. Nothing special, just a white piece of cloth with some blood on it. He let it drop.
"Well, then," said a voice. "I guess I won't be needing this anymore." He looked up to see Ticco turning his head to spit out a small black chip looking thin into his hand. He cleaned it with a small handkerchief in his pocket, all the time keeping his head tactfully down so Vegeta couldn't see his face yet. Then he carefully wrapped the small black chip in the handkerchief and slipped it into his pocket. Then he looked up and grinned. Vegeta almost shrieked.
The face wasn't distorted or ugly in any matter. In fact, it was rather beautiful. And then he saw the fangs, the small pointed canines that curved like a cat's. That was what gave the whole game completely away. There was only one race he knew that looked like a human but had fangs.
"You're Saiya-jin?" he whispered. Then he shouted, "YOU'RE FEMALE?!" Ticco winced.
"You don't have to say it like it's a curse, you know," she growled. Down below, everyone at least heard the last statement. There was a collective dropping of jaws. Trunks was opening and closing his like a shored fish. Goten was close to babbling.
"He's a she! No, she's a he! No, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!" he shrieked. Majin Boo was simply scratching his bulby head and wondering how Vegeta knew. Bulma was cheering, along with Videl and many other women. Gohan was concentrating on trying to quiet down Videl and at the same time stop Pan who was attempting to fly up and get a better look at the new Saiya-jin female, and, if given the chance, ask for a quick peek at her tail. Bra was shrieking with laughter bordering on hysteria, mostly at Goten.
"Wait a minute, how does my dad know that she's a Saiya-jin, and female, at that?" Trunks stuttered.
You idiot! You think I don't know what females of my own race look like?! Vegeta shouted into his mind. Only a female Saiya-jin would have fangs. All the females have fangs. It's for the extra blood they need when they're going through moon's blood.
Moon's blood? Trunks raised an eyebrow. Wuzzat?
The female Saiya-jin equivalent of your so-called period, Ticco cut in.
Oh, Trunks thought. A blush crept through his face. You had to say it that bluntly?
What's wrong with saying it like that? Ticco demanded.
"Ahem!" Vegeta cleared his throat. "Humans find it rather embarrassing."
"Why?"
"Ask a human."
"I think I will, after this is done." Trunks put his face in his hands.
Kami, I really don't want to see that happen. Ticco frowned slightly and mumbled something. It was completely foreign to Trunks as to what she was talking about. It sounded like she was talking gibberish. Trunks frowned at her.
"Nanda? Nande yo?" he said. Ticco raised her eyebrows, then rolled her eyes, a bit sadly.
"Nani mo," she sighed. Then she turned to Vegeta.
"Does your son not understand Saiya-jin?" she asked. Vegeta shook his head.
"No. I did not bother to teach him," he replied. Her frowned deepened.
"Why not?"
"Other than me, there is nobody who understands Saiya-jin."
"The life sounds like a Saiya-jin life. Very lonely and isolated."
"Yes." The crowd began to murmur around the two aliens.
"And the contestants seem to be talking in a different language. If there is a translator in the house, please step forward," the announcer said into the microphone. Needless to say, nobody stepped forward. The humans looked around expectantly, just waiting for a translator, if there was one.
So that's what she was saying; it's Saiya-jin! No wonder I didn't understand it. Well, she can't blame me for it at least. He highly doubted she would say anything bad about her Prince. Especially if he was right in front of her. Trunks snickered. Looks like I have the upper hand in this battle.
You will die after this.
Oh, so now it's all my fault?
You moron. I'm talking about after this match. We're fighting, remember?
Oh, that. I don't have to worry about some Saiya-jin girl.
Just keep thinking that while I pulverize you.
Why is it every time there is silence, you two seem to be able to find an opportunity to argue?!
I'm back, I'm back.
Kami spare me, what's wrong with this generation?
Er…keep in mind, Vegeta-sama, that I was born before you.
NANI?!
BTW, people, if somebody speaks in a different language, and there is a translation, it will be shown like this…And now, back to our regularly scheduled program. Thank you.
"Well," Vegeta said, cracking his knuckles. "I have been looking forward to this."
"As have I, Vegeta-sama," Ticco said respectively. As Trunks stood at an opening, looking out at the pair who were sizing each other up, Goten walked up to him.
"So," he said, "What's up?"
"Ticco and my dad are gonna fight," Trunks muttered.
"Wow!" Goten exclaimed. "That's so cool. I mean, they can almost read each other's minds."
You have no idea how right you are. Trunks thought dryly. Should I tell him? Hmm…it might put him on alert about what he thinks, …nah! I'll just wait for him to figure it out himself, if he ever does. Trunks focused his mind on the match. I hope my dad wins. That Ticco person is…weird.
"Vegeta-sama, you should prepare yourself," Ticco said, taking off his cape.
"I think I'm prepared enough, thank you," Vegeta answered with a grim look on his face. His mouth, though, was smiling. This was competition, true, hardcore competition. He hadn't fought against Kakarot for so long, and his son, because of college, could not spar all the time. But now, there was finally someone worthy of his attention. Both him and Ticco took off at the same time. Vegeta pulled his right fist back and aimed for Ticco's face. Ticco tilted his head to the right and attempted a round kick. Vegeta brought up his left arm to block it. The competitor put down his leg, and, at the same time, Ticco's hand snaked toward his face. Vegeta grabbed his opponent's wrist. But then Ticco's straightened out his hand, and his fingers connected with the top of Vegeta's neck. Vegeta coughed. That moment of weakness, however slight it was, gave Ticco the upper hand. Immediately, Ticco gave a well-placed punch into the short prince's solar plexus. As Vegeta doubled over in pain, holding his stomach, Ticco jumped up and kicked upward. His foot connected with Vegeta's chin, and Vegeta was forced to look up. Then Ticco brought his fist down, and Vegeta flew backwards from the force. He skidded to a stop a few feet away from where he had been standing. He almost dropped of the edge of the ring. A small trickle of blood came out of his mouth. Ticco hopped down and crossed his arms.
"I didn't hit you that hard," Ticco said. "You should be able to still fight, I hope." Ticco walked over. He stopped about an inch from Vegeta's feet. Vegeta lifted a hand and wiped away the blood on the left side of his mouth with one of his fingers.
"Don't worry," Vegeta answered. "I'll be fine." Suddenly, he jumped up, and headbutted Ticco on his forehead. Ticco's head snapped back and Vegeta punched him on the side of his face. Ticco grunted from the pain. Then he hit Ticco near the base of his neck with his palm facing out. Ticco was thrown backwards. Then Ticco opened his eyes, as pointless as that was, and leaned back so that his hands came into contact with the ground. He flipped over and gracefully landed on his feet. A small spot of red appeared on the side of his mask. Vegeta had the distinct impressing that he was smiling.
Hmmm…that was odd. Vegeta was puzzled as he looked at his hand. Something about hitting this guy at the bottom of his neck just wasn't right. Vegeta couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it just didn't seem proper to hit his opponent in the base of his neck. That was odd. He had hit Kakarot a dozen times in the same spot and the same feeling didn't ever come up until now. It felt almost as though he wasn't supposed to hit him there, because it was violating and improper.
"You all right?" Ticco waved his hand in between his hand and his face. He blinked, shook his head, then looked at Ticco. He had one eyebrow raised in a question and a hand was massaging the side of his cheek. Vegeta snorted.
"I'm fine," he growled. "You just worry about yourself, warrior." Ticco chuckled appreciatively. Then he looked down at his mask.
"Hmmm," he said, eyeing the small red blotch on it. Then he muttered something that sounded to Vegeta like, "Stupid mask."
"Here," Vegeta crooned. "Let me help you remove that!" He threw a punch at Ticco. He sidestepped and jumped into the air to gain the advantage of height. Vegeta jumped up after him, and began to through small blue ki shots at him. He dodged every single one. By this time, Vegeta was able to catch up to him and attempted to hit him again. As Ticco turned his head so the fist whizzed past his cheek, Vegeta took the opportunity to accidentally/on purpose snag the far corner of the mask. Then he quickly drew his hand back and looked at the mask. Nothing special, just a white piece of cloth with some blood on it. He let it drop.
"Well, then," said a voice. "I guess I won't be needing this anymore." He looked up to see Ticco turning his head to spit out a small black chip looking thin into his hand. He cleaned it with a small handkerchief in his pocket, all the time keeping his head tactfully down so Vegeta couldn't see his face yet. Then he carefully wrapped the small black chip in the handkerchief and slipped it into his pocket. Then he looked up and grinned. Vegeta almost shrieked.
The face wasn't distorted or ugly in any matter. In fact, it was rather beautiful. And then he saw the fangs, the small pointed canines that curved like a cat's. That was what gave the whole game completely away. There was only one race he knew that looked like a human but had fangs.
"You're Saiya-jin?" he whispered. Then he shouted, "YOU'RE FEMALE?!" Ticco winced.
"You don't have to say it like it's a curse, you know," she growled. Down below, everyone at least heard the last statement. There was a collective dropping of jaws. Trunks was opening and closing his like a shored fish. Goten was close to babbling.
"He's a she! No, she's a he! No, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!" he shrieked. Majin Boo was simply scratching his bulby head and wondering how Vegeta knew. Bulma was cheering, along with Videl and many other women. Gohan was concentrating on trying to quiet down Videl and at the same time stop Pan who was attempting to fly up and get a better look at the new Saiya-jin female, and, if given the chance, ask for a quick peek at her tail. Bra was shrieking with laughter bordering on hysteria, mostly at Goten.
"Wait a minute, how does my dad know that she's a Saiya-jin, and female, at that?" Trunks stuttered.
You idiot! You think I don't know what females of my own race look like?! Vegeta shouted into his mind. Only a female Saiya-jin would have fangs. All the females have fangs. It's for the extra blood they need when they're going through moon's blood.
Moon's blood? Trunks raised an eyebrow. Wuzzat?
The female Saiya-jin equivalent of your so-called period, Ticco cut in.
Oh, Trunks thought. A blush crept through his face. You had to say it that bluntly?
What's wrong with saying it like that? Ticco demanded.
"Ahem!" Vegeta cleared his throat. "Humans find it rather embarrassing."
"Why?"
"Ask a human."
"I think I will, after this is done." Trunks put his face in his hands.
Kami, I really don't want to see that happen. Ticco frowned slightly and mumbled something. It was completely foreign to Trunks as to what she was talking about. It sounded like she was talking gibberish. Trunks frowned at her.
"Nanda? Nande yo?" he said. Ticco raised her eyebrows, then rolled her eyes, a bit sadly.
"Nani mo," she sighed. Then she turned to Vegeta.
"Does your son not understand Saiya-jin?" she asked. Vegeta shook his head.
"No. I did not bother to teach him," he replied. Her frowned deepened.
"Why not?"
"Other than me, there is nobody who understands Saiya-jin."
"The life sounds like a Saiya-jin life. Very lonely and isolated."
"Yes." The crowd began to murmur around the two aliens.
"And the contestants seem to be talking in a different language. If there is a translator in the house, please step forward," the announcer said into the microphone. Needless to say, nobody stepped forward. The humans looked around expectantly, just waiting for a translator, if there was one.
So that's what she was saying; it's Saiya-jin! No wonder I didn't understand it. Well, she can't blame me for it at least. He highly doubted she would say anything bad about her Prince. Especially if he was right in front of her. Trunks snickered. Looks like I have the upper hand in this battle.
You will die after this.
Oh, so now it's all my fault?
You moron. I'm talking about after this match. We're fighting, remember?
Oh, that. I don't have to worry about some Saiya-jin girl.
Just keep thinking that while I pulverize you.
Why is it every time there is silence, you two seem to be able to find an opportunity to argue?!
I'm back, I'm back.
Kami spare me, what's wrong with this generation?
Er…keep in mind, Vegeta-sama, that I was born before you.
NANI?!