Chapter 8: Stuck

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Marron woke up to the sound of loud screams outside of the hut. "A strange

flying man has come to the village! 'Tis most likely a demon!"

"Shut up you imbeciles! I am just here to look for a little girl! Not to kill and

conquer!" A man's voice shouted.

"He wants to kill and conquer us!" they all shouted. A loud sigh could be heard.

'There's only one person that could be,' Marron thought to herself. Marron rushed

outside. Sure enough, there was Vegeta, yelling at some villagers.

"Mr. Vegeta!" Marron squealed. It was good to see a familiar face in this strange

land. She ran up and hugged him.

"You are in a lot of trouble girl! We are going straight back!" Vegeta told her.

"Um, Mr. Vegeta, we can't," Marron said shifting from foot to foot.

"What do you mean we can't?" Vegeta asked looking horrified.

"Ms. Kaede said that we can't get back until one week is over," Marron said.

"That's the closest time it opens again. But I made lots of new friends here so you can

play with me and them!" Marron cheerfully said.

Vegeta gaped at her as she chatted about all they could do in this place. One

whole week in this small little village? With hardly any food? He would die. Just starve

to death, or worse.

Shippo and Rin peaked out of the hut. "Marron, what are you doing with that

dangerous demon?!" Shippo screamed.

Marron giggled. "Mr. Vegeta isn't a demon. He's just a Saiyan."

"Huh?" Rin and Shippo looked at her with blank expressions.

"Oh, never mind. I'll explain later. You coming Mr. Vegeta?" Marron asked.

"No girl. I'm going out flying," Vegeta told her. "Don't wander off!"

Marron started chattering to both Shippo and Rin about what Saiyans were as

Vegeta walked off. "Trunks is only half Saiyan, and he's a meanie." Vegeta heard as he

was walking. As soon as he was clear of the village he took off flying.

Flying, for Vegeta, always seemed to calm himself down. The feeling of air

pressing against him had a soothing quality. But too many questions were bunched in his

mind. What if he were never able to get back home? What if he would never see Bulma

or Trunks again? So many what ifs. Vegeta knew one thing for certain though. He was

not happy.

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A/N: I know it's really short, but I just had to get something else while I could! I'm going to probably post another one tomorrow, too. Stupid AOL wouldn't let me onto fanficton.net. Blech!