Deal With It
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18 glanced at Vegeta through her black sunglasses, as they came to a red light. ~I can't believe I got stuck with this idiot.~ She took off her black jacket and searched in one of the pockets. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one up to her mouth. She started searching through her pants pockets but stopped when Vegeta brought a lighter up to the tip of her cigarette. She took a puff and he drew his hand back and stuck the lighter back in his pocket. 18 took the cigarette away from her lips and blew out a puff of smoke. "So" she glanced at Vegeta, "what's your story?"
"Why the hell do you care?" He asked defensively as he made a turn.
"Look!" 18 said angrily, "We're going to be stuck together for a long time. I thought I should at least know something about you. And besides I can't stand the silence anymore. Are you afraid of turning on the damn radio or what?"
Vegeta let out a long sigh, "My father was on the force. I looked up to him." He stopped for a moment. 18 looked at him uncomfortably. "Vegeta I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to...We could just-" She reached out for the radio knob but stopped when she heard him speak. "He was my hero, so I guess I've wanted to do this since I was little. What about you? How did a dame like you end up I this kind of position?"
18 slid her sunglasses off and had a look of shock on her face. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"Hey I didn't mean it in a bad way...It's just that in this country nowadays, attractive young women such as yourself go for other sorts of careers."
18 slipped her glasses back on and smirked, looking out the window so he couldn't see, "That's very stereotypical you know."
"Maybe, but that's the way I see it. So?"
"Well..." she put the cigarette up to her lips and took another puff then put her hand on her knee. "It's a long story but...well...basically when I was a child my father, who is a complete nut case by the way, used me and my brother as guinea pigs in his experiments. The first detail of my life that I can remember is waking up in his lab. I was surrounded by all these strange looking robots, I knew things, like I could speak and I wasn't exactly ignorant, but I had no memories...well we won't go into that." She leaned over and put her cigarette out in the ashtray while trying to avoid the look that Vegeta was giving her, "So one night me and my brother tried to escape, but they caught him and I never saw him again. I had no idea where I was but I eventually found my way to a road, where a nice old women gave me a ride into the city." She noticed that they were stopped outside of a hotel. She reached out for the door handle but stopped when Vegeta locked the door. "Please continue." 18 looked over at him, "Sorry, but I'm curious now. Your story is definitely unique."
18 put her hand back down on her lap "Ok...Well I lived out on the street for a while. I had a job waitressing, but it was only enough to pay for food and occasionally some clothing, not a place to live, but that didn't bother me. One night I was waiting a table for this very nice little man. The other men that came there were very sleazy, and would hit on me constantly. That night when my shift was over I walked out onto the street and that man stopped me. He told me that I had very sad eyes, and that I looked like I had a story to tell, and he offered to give me a ride to where ever it was that I was going. I tried to avoid him but he kept following me. So we went to his car and I found myself in a situation similar to this...So I told him my story. After that he insisted that I stay with him, just because he had an extra room, and had no use of it. Turns out this guy worked here, and I told him this line of work interested me. So he put in a good word for me."
Vegeta interrupted her, "And it interested you because, you have a grudge against people like your father."
"Heh...I doubt there are many people like him."
"You know what I mean. People that would cause harm to other people."
"Yeah...That's pretty much it."
"And the man? It was Krillin wasn't it?"
"Yeah." 18 said quickly, in a very soft tone. She turned and unlocked the door and quickly got out. Vegeta noticed her wiping her hand across her cheek quickly as she practically jumped out of the car. He had remembered hearing about Krillin a few weeks ago. He was killed on an under cover mission, that the two had been on. Vegeta got out of the car and the two of them walked in to the hotel. Vegeta walked up to the desk and talked to the scrawny red headed man behind it, "We'd like a room."
"A room for how many sir?"
"Two, me and her." Vegeta turned around and let out a sigh, when he saw 18 yelling at the bellboy. "I said I can handle carrying my own bag damn it! I'm not a fucking prissy missy that has to have men do all of her dirty work!" The man handed Vegeta a key. Vegeta pulled 18 away from the terrified looking bellboy and guided her towards their room. He opened the door and they went in. 18 took off her glasses and looked around. It was pretty nice. There was a television, a bathroom and a couch. She noticed there were two other doors, one was a closet but when she opened the other, she found herself in a room with another television, a dresser and a king sized bed. She turned and looked at Vegeta who was already unpacking some of his belongings. "So who's going to-"
"I'm sleeping on the couch." He said as if he knew what she was going to say. "We should get some rest, we can go over everything tomorrow." 18 nodded and walked into the bedroom with her bags and shut the door.
~To be continued~
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Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
18 glanced at Vegeta through her black sunglasses, as they came to a red light. ~I can't believe I got stuck with this idiot.~ She took off her black jacket and searched in one of the pockets. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one up to her mouth. She started searching through her pants pockets but stopped when Vegeta brought a lighter up to the tip of her cigarette. She took a puff and he drew his hand back and stuck the lighter back in his pocket. 18 took the cigarette away from her lips and blew out a puff of smoke. "So" she glanced at Vegeta, "what's your story?"
"Why the hell do you care?" He asked defensively as he made a turn.
"Look!" 18 said angrily, "We're going to be stuck together for a long time. I thought I should at least know something about you. And besides I can't stand the silence anymore. Are you afraid of turning on the damn radio or what?"
Vegeta let out a long sigh, "My father was on the force. I looked up to him." He stopped for a moment. 18 looked at him uncomfortably. "Vegeta I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to...We could just-" She reached out for the radio knob but stopped when she heard him speak. "He was my hero, so I guess I've wanted to do this since I was little. What about you? How did a dame like you end up I this kind of position?"
18 slid her sunglasses off and had a look of shock on her face. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"Hey I didn't mean it in a bad way...It's just that in this country nowadays, attractive young women such as yourself go for other sorts of careers."
18 slipped her glasses back on and smirked, looking out the window so he couldn't see, "That's very stereotypical you know."
"Maybe, but that's the way I see it. So?"
"Well..." she put the cigarette up to her lips and took another puff then put her hand on her knee. "It's a long story but...well...basically when I was a child my father, who is a complete nut case by the way, used me and my brother as guinea pigs in his experiments. The first detail of my life that I can remember is waking up in his lab. I was surrounded by all these strange looking robots, I knew things, like I could speak and I wasn't exactly ignorant, but I had no memories...well we won't go into that." She leaned over and put her cigarette out in the ashtray while trying to avoid the look that Vegeta was giving her, "So one night me and my brother tried to escape, but they caught him and I never saw him again. I had no idea where I was but I eventually found my way to a road, where a nice old women gave me a ride into the city." She noticed that they were stopped outside of a hotel. She reached out for the door handle but stopped when Vegeta locked the door. "Please continue." 18 looked over at him, "Sorry, but I'm curious now. Your story is definitely unique."
18 put her hand back down on her lap "Ok...Well I lived out on the street for a while. I had a job waitressing, but it was only enough to pay for food and occasionally some clothing, not a place to live, but that didn't bother me. One night I was waiting a table for this very nice little man. The other men that came there were very sleazy, and would hit on me constantly. That night when my shift was over I walked out onto the street and that man stopped me. He told me that I had very sad eyes, and that I looked like I had a story to tell, and he offered to give me a ride to where ever it was that I was going. I tried to avoid him but he kept following me. So we went to his car and I found myself in a situation similar to this...So I told him my story. After that he insisted that I stay with him, just because he had an extra room, and had no use of it. Turns out this guy worked here, and I told him this line of work interested me. So he put in a good word for me."
Vegeta interrupted her, "And it interested you because, you have a grudge against people like your father."
"Heh...I doubt there are many people like him."
"You know what I mean. People that would cause harm to other people."
"Yeah...That's pretty much it."
"And the man? It was Krillin wasn't it?"
"Yeah." 18 said quickly, in a very soft tone. She turned and unlocked the door and quickly got out. Vegeta noticed her wiping her hand across her cheek quickly as she practically jumped out of the car. He had remembered hearing about Krillin a few weeks ago. He was killed on an under cover mission, that the two had been on. Vegeta got out of the car and the two of them walked in to the hotel. Vegeta walked up to the desk and talked to the scrawny red headed man behind it, "We'd like a room."
"A room for how many sir?"
"Two, me and her." Vegeta turned around and let out a sigh, when he saw 18 yelling at the bellboy. "I said I can handle carrying my own bag damn it! I'm not a fucking prissy missy that has to have men do all of her dirty work!" The man handed Vegeta a key. Vegeta pulled 18 away from the terrified looking bellboy and guided her towards their room. He opened the door and they went in. 18 took off her glasses and looked around. It was pretty nice. There was a television, a bathroom and a couch. She noticed there were two other doors, one was a closet but when she opened the other, she found herself in a room with another television, a dresser and a king sized bed. She turned and looked at Vegeta who was already unpacking some of his belongings. "So who's going to-"
"I'm sleeping on the couch." He said as if he knew what she was going to say. "We should get some rest, we can go over everything tomorrow." 18 nodded and walked into the bedroom with her bags and shut the door.
~To be continued~
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