___Chapter 62___
~~~NOTE- *emerges from the shadows, raises fists in the air* I HAVE RETURNED!!!!!!! *grins rictiously* Well, I'm allowed back on my compy, and now that this song has gotten ingrained in my mind and given me ideas, here we go! Thank you, everyone, for all your support, it's truly appreciated (You're saints, really. *smiles gently* it always makes me feel wonderful when I think of how my labors mean something to someone. Bless you all for your patience)! Musical inspiration- "Learning to fly" + "Into the great wide open", Tom Petty. ~~~
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"I have to WHAT??"
"Just catch it."
Dumbfounded, the emerald-eyed boy blinked twice and scratched his head, getting a tad annoyed. Catch it? Oh comeon, they had to be kidding!! He wasn't just a little kid, he could do a REAL task, they didn't have to make it EASY for him.....
But no matter how he pressed, they wouldn't explain better, wouldn't let him have a harder task, so with a sigh in his heart, he bowed his head and conceded defeat. "Alright, ok, let's just get this over with..."
Oboe masked her annoyance at his attitude, and let it slide. She'd had a feeling he'd balk at first, since it sounded so simple. But words can be deceptive...
Lute stared up, face set in a pout, as the elder produced the sphere in his hand, bringing a silence upon the crowd, all eyes upon that sacred orange orb glittering with the light of two red stars. The child's eyes followed it halfheartedly, as it was lifted up slightly, cocked back, and-
Before he knew what was happening, the ball went soaring straight over his head and into the arms of another waiting namek child who grabbed it and blasted off like wildfire, leaving the emerald-eyed boy staring blankly in shock.
"What the HELL??"
"Feh. He said you had to catch it, but he didn't say from whom. Get moving, baka!" came his father's voice in a clearly amused tone. Lute just stared at the speaker for ten seconds before the meaning of the words sank in, and slapping himself for his hesitance, bolted right on after the fleeing shape, grin planted on his face.
This was gonna be FUN!!!
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"Oh comeon, please, can you just BLAST it already??"
" *shocked* Bulma!! How can you even SAY that??? She's your friend in there!!"
Bulma glared back at Son, irritation in her voice. "You and your damn morals... We've been STUCK here for an HOUR, damnit!! I don't care WHO you blast, just blast somebody so we can get out!"
"But Bulma-"
"BUT BULMA NOTHING!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME DAMNIT!! I, BULMA BRIEFS, BILLIONAIRE, am NOT SPENDING the REST of MY life STUCK behind a ROCK because YOU, Mr. Let's-not-fight-let's-all-be-friends doesn't have the guts to blow up a damn truck, or even pop it's tire or anything, because somebody might get a bruise or two? I'm tired, I've got cramps, it's too hot, my mascara is running, my nails are worn down to the bone, and I have to pee!!! I am NOT standing here any longer!!!!"
And with that, the turquoise-haired woman promptly knocked Son Goku on his ass, stood up, and charged out, all eyes staring out at her like she was crazy (which, um... is correct Oo).
They kept staring as every bullet proceeded to miss her, veering off as soon as she glared at them, causing a line of discarded shells to collapse in her wake. A little trail of them lie useless on the ground behind her, forming a little trail to the kitchen, wherein she slammed the door behind her.
Silence.
Son's jaw had dropped, his one eye visibly twice the size of the other, and he whistled admiringly, muttering "I guessed she picked up the ability to use stubbornness as a shield in all her time with Vegeta...."
The other girls nodded, slack-jawed, and as soon as that shock nearly wore off, a BANG(!) sounded, jolting them all back into reality and pulling their attention to the truck, toppled over on it's side not 50 feet away, the back end still smoking.
Bulma strolled over calmly, sat down the still-warm bazooka, hefted an unconscious (yet basically unharmed) Lunch-type Ranchi out of the cab, sat her down, and said as cheerfully as possible out at the crowd "So, who's up to go bug my dad for another truck?"
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Eyes up, watching the chi trails blast off in the distance, watching Lute try to keep up with the smaller shape, watching them fly off further- It began to bore Vegeta after a time. Yeah, the littler one seemed faster, but Lute would eventually beat him out in stamina. That's how Oboe had explained this task to him. The elder had known Lute would win in the end as well, but he hadn't had any doubt of the child's purity in desire from the beginning, so the task was merely to test the child's patience. Gohan had grinned at hearing it, adding in the fact that it'd be funny to see Lute's little green eyes light up afterwards- he'd be so proud of himself...
But Vegeta was bored anyways. Any time spent just sitting was a nuisance to him and his mindset, the reason why he trained so much. The life of a fighter was short, could be shut out at any moment, so why waste your time dawdling? So, closing his eyes, he sighed, and started up another imaginary conversation-
{{Eh, namek, this is maddening. We've wasted so much time searching around for these things, they should just give them to us once we get here, but no... We've got to spend ANOTHERE asinine amount of time waiting around... At least that woman of yours isn't staring at me again, with those eyes... She really scared me, you know, I don't scare easy. Gonna have to talk to you about that once you come back...
*sighs* I hope you do soon... I can't believe I really miss you this much. You're my friend and all, and it's just so quiet around without you making your snide remarks, or laughing at me when I do something stupid, or yelling insults to counter the ones I toss at you when we'll spar... You'd better get your ass ready to come back quick, because I'm gonna speed this all up as soon as possible.}}
A grin passed his silent lips, and he leaned back against the wall of the house, able to feel the regenerating hairs brush against it. What a good feeling, not being so bald anymore... But for some odd reason, he felt a strange impulse to look up, and doing so, found himself face-to-face with that namekian from before, the one who's told Oboe how to find the elder.
Blinking twice, the sayian cocked his head to the side, too comfortable in his seat to bother knocking the intruder away, and instead asked rather matter-of-factly, allowing himself to be rude because he knew he wouldn't be understood "And what the hell are you doing here? Get your green ass out of my face, please, you people make me gag."
The namekian man stared at him for a second, chuckling in his soft way before responding flawlessly "Sorry if we do, oh great Prince Vegeta. Is there anything I can do to repair this misgiving?", accenting the sarcasm in his voice with a mock bow at the end.
Vegeta was so shocked at first that he couldn't speak, but sensing the challenge, spat back his own reply "Oh well then, if you're so willing to serve, go get me a steak. I'm hungry."
That laughter came again, the one that sounded like music, and the namekian sat down to his side, glancing back over at him as Vegeta's eyes followed the action above. Anyone who could shoot back his comments so fast wasn't that bad, even if they were green. Anyway, he got the feeling that shooing the namek away would be more trouble than it was worth. So he tolerated the presence.
A few minutes later, the voice came back, stating nonchalantly "I'm Hayai. Interesting to actually see you, after I've heard so much about how terrifying you are. Seems the stories are old."
Confused as to why the namekian now known as Hayai had spoken back up, Vegeta rolled one eye over in his direction, not responding to the statement. Hayai didn't bother to look at him, though, just stared quietly out at the sky and spoke again as if to noone in particular- "It's strange how people change, is it not? For the longest time they can be one way, but the next instant, something happens, and they're different. It's fascinating. Wouldn't you say so?"
No reply.
"Well, I think it is. Change happens to us all, but not one of us can ever fully understand it. It's like the forces of nature- it strikes us like lightning only to disappear again until later, when we least expect it. It's hard for a person to change themselves personally, though. My father told me that. And I believe him. He had to change himself once, it was either that or drown in the past."
"I bet you're pretty bored with me right now, that you're only half listening. But I'm not getting to the point yet. *shifts into a straighter sitting position, looks Vegeta in the eyes, waiting for a response.* "
The silence stretched on for about twenty seconds, Vegeta's half-lidded left eye waiting to see if the namek would relent, but after satisfying his suspicion that that wasn't happening, he sighed and turned full around, asking "And what would that be?"
"I've been watching you four. And I know who you are."
Vegeta's uncaring glance froze in cold fear, mouth drying out. Oh no...
"And I just wanted to say- good luck. Take care of my tatacha, please. Father always told me about her before he had to leave, and it's nice to see she's everything he said. *smiles* Seems change doesn't necessarily effect everyone."
And with that, Hayai stood up and walked off without another word, leaving a dumbfounded sayian merely to stare at him as his thin form drifted off into the distance.
~~~NOTE- Sorry this chapter is so short, I wanted to get something out to you guys ASAP. I'll spend a bit more time on the next one. Ciao until then! //.^ ~~~
~~~NOTE- *emerges from the shadows, raises fists in the air* I HAVE RETURNED!!!!!!! *grins rictiously* Well, I'm allowed back on my compy, and now that this song has gotten ingrained in my mind and given me ideas, here we go! Thank you, everyone, for all your support, it's truly appreciated (You're saints, really. *smiles gently* it always makes me feel wonderful when I think of how my labors mean something to someone. Bless you all for your patience)! Musical inspiration- "Learning to fly" + "Into the great wide open", Tom Petty. ~~~
......
"I have to WHAT??"
"Just catch it."
Dumbfounded, the emerald-eyed boy blinked twice and scratched his head, getting a tad annoyed. Catch it? Oh comeon, they had to be kidding!! He wasn't just a little kid, he could do a REAL task, they didn't have to make it EASY for him.....
But no matter how he pressed, they wouldn't explain better, wouldn't let him have a harder task, so with a sigh in his heart, he bowed his head and conceded defeat. "Alright, ok, let's just get this over with..."
Oboe masked her annoyance at his attitude, and let it slide. She'd had a feeling he'd balk at first, since it sounded so simple. But words can be deceptive...
Lute stared up, face set in a pout, as the elder produced the sphere in his hand, bringing a silence upon the crowd, all eyes upon that sacred orange orb glittering with the light of two red stars. The child's eyes followed it halfheartedly, as it was lifted up slightly, cocked back, and-
Before he knew what was happening, the ball went soaring straight over his head and into the arms of another waiting namek child who grabbed it and blasted off like wildfire, leaving the emerald-eyed boy staring blankly in shock.
"What the HELL??"
"Feh. He said you had to catch it, but he didn't say from whom. Get moving, baka!" came his father's voice in a clearly amused tone. Lute just stared at the speaker for ten seconds before the meaning of the words sank in, and slapping himself for his hesitance, bolted right on after the fleeing shape, grin planted on his face.
This was gonna be FUN!!!
---
"Oh comeon, please, can you just BLAST it already??"
" *shocked* Bulma!! How can you even SAY that??? She's your friend in there!!"
Bulma glared back at Son, irritation in her voice. "You and your damn morals... We've been STUCK here for an HOUR, damnit!! I don't care WHO you blast, just blast somebody so we can get out!"
"But Bulma-"
"BUT BULMA NOTHING!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME DAMNIT!! I, BULMA BRIEFS, BILLIONAIRE, am NOT SPENDING the REST of MY life STUCK behind a ROCK because YOU, Mr. Let's-not-fight-let's-all-be-friends doesn't have the guts to blow up a damn truck, or even pop it's tire or anything, because somebody might get a bruise or two? I'm tired, I've got cramps, it's too hot, my mascara is running, my nails are worn down to the bone, and I have to pee!!! I am NOT standing here any longer!!!!"
And with that, the turquoise-haired woman promptly knocked Son Goku on his ass, stood up, and charged out, all eyes staring out at her like she was crazy (which, um... is correct Oo).
They kept staring as every bullet proceeded to miss her, veering off as soon as she glared at them, causing a line of discarded shells to collapse in her wake. A little trail of them lie useless on the ground behind her, forming a little trail to the kitchen, wherein she slammed the door behind her.
Silence.
Son's jaw had dropped, his one eye visibly twice the size of the other, and he whistled admiringly, muttering "I guessed she picked up the ability to use stubbornness as a shield in all her time with Vegeta...."
The other girls nodded, slack-jawed, and as soon as that shock nearly wore off, a BANG(!) sounded, jolting them all back into reality and pulling their attention to the truck, toppled over on it's side not 50 feet away, the back end still smoking.
Bulma strolled over calmly, sat down the still-warm bazooka, hefted an unconscious (yet basically unharmed) Lunch-type Ranchi out of the cab, sat her down, and said as cheerfully as possible out at the crowd "So, who's up to go bug my dad for another truck?"
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Eyes up, watching the chi trails blast off in the distance, watching Lute try to keep up with the smaller shape, watching them fly off further- It began to bore Vegeta after a time. Yeah, the littler one seemed faster, but Lute would eventually beat him out in stamina. That's how Oboe had explained this task to him. The elder had known Lute would win in the end as well, but he hadn't had any doubt of the child's purity in desire from the beginning, so the task was merely to test the child's patience. Gohan had grinned at hearing it, adding in the fact that it'd be funny to see Lute's little green eyes light up afterwards- he'd be so proud of himself...
But Vegeta was bored anyways. Any time spent just sitting was a nuisance to him and his mindset, the reason why he trained so much. The life of a fighter was short, could be shut out at any moment, so why waste your time dawdling? So, closing his eyes, he sighed, and started up another imaginary conversation-
{{Eh, namek, this is maddening. We've wasted so much time searching around for these things, they should just give them to us once we get here, but no... We've got to spend ANOTHERE asinine amount of time waiting around... At least that woman of yours isn't staring at me again, with those eyes... She really scared me, you know, I don't scare easy. Gonna have to talk to you about that once you come back...
*sighs* I hope you do soon... I can't believe I really miss you this much. You're my friend and all, and it's just so quiet around without you making your snide remarks, or laughing at me when I do something stupid, or yelling insults to counter the ones I toss at you when we'll spar... You'd better get your ass ready to come back quick, because I'm gonna speed this all up as soon as possible.}}
A grin passed his silent lips, and he leaned back against the wall of the house, able to feel the regenerating hairs brush against it. What a good feeling, not being so bald anymore... But for some odd reason, he felt a strange impulse to look up, and doing so, found himself face-to-face with that namekian from before, the one who's told Oboe how to find the elder.
Blinking twice, the sayian cocked his head to the side, too comfortable in his seat to bother knocking the intruder away, and instead asked rather matter-of-factly, allowing himself to be rude because he knew he wouldn't be understood "And what the hell are you doing here? Get your green ass out of my face, please, you people make me gag."
The namekian man stared at him for a second, chuckling in his soft way before responding flawlessly "Sorry if we do, oh great Prince Vegeta. Is there anything I can do to repair this misgiving?", accenting the sarcasm in his voice with a mock bow at the end.
Vegeta was so shocked at first that he couldn't speak, but sensing the challenge, spat back his own reply "Oh well then, if you're so willing to serve, go get me a steak. I'm hungry."
That laughter came again, the one that sounded like music, and the namekian sat down to his side, glancing back over at him as Vegeta's eyes followed the action above. Anyone who could shoot back his comments so fast wasn't that bad, even if they were green. Anyway, he got the feeling that shooing the namek away would be more trouble than it was worth. So he tolerated the presence.
A few minutes later, the voice came back, stating nonchalantly "I'm Hayai. Interesting to actually see you, after I've heard so much about how terrifying you are. Seems the stories are old."
Confused as to why the namekian now known as Hayai had spoken back up, Vegeta rolled one eye over in his direction, not responding to the statement. Hayai didn't bother to look at him, though, just stared quietly out at the sky and spoke again as if to noone in particular- "It's strange how people change, is it not? For the longest time they can be one way, but the next instant, something happens, and they're different. It's fascinating. Wouldn't you say so?"
No reply.
"Well, I think it is. Change happens to us all, but not one of us can ever fully understand it. It's like the forces of nature- it strikes us like lightning only to disappear again until later, when we least expect it. It's hard for a person to change themselves personally, though. My father told me that. And I believe him. He had to change himself once, it was either that or drown in the past."
"I bet you're pretty bored with me right now, that you're only half listening. But I'm not getting to the point yet. *shifts into a straighter sitting position, looks Vegeta in the eyes, waiting for a response.* "
The silence stretched on for about twenty seconds, Vegeta's half-lidded left eye waiting to see if the namek would relent, but after satisfying his suspicion that that wasn't happening, he sighed and turned full around, asking "And what would that be?"
"I've been watching you four. And I know who you are."
Vegeta's uncaring glance froze in cold fear, mouth drying out. Oh no...
"And I just wanted to say- good luck. Take care of my tatacha, please. Father always told me about her before he had to leave, and it's nice to see she's everything he said. *smiles* Seems change doesn't necessarily effect everyone."
And with that, Hayai stood up and walked off without another word, leaving a dumbfounded sayian merely to stare at him as his thin form drifted off into the distance.
~~~NOTE- Sorry this chapter is so short, I wanted to get something out to you guys ASAP. I'll spend a bit more time on the next one. Ciao until then! //.^ ~~~