Fighting Destiny
Vegita sat quietly on the foot of his bed, thinking. Bulma was, as usual, down in the lab tinkering with new inventions. This one was a Saiya- jin regeneration tank that she finally decided to make after the hospital trip. It would save on the bills and gave her something to do. But that was not the focus of his thinking.
He stroked his tail, his face impassive and hard. 'What was going on in there?' He wondered. He knew well about his instincts and why they were kicking in, but he knew also they were triggered by that presence, whether it was deliberate or not. If it was Krill, then arousing his instincts was not the best solution, seeing as although they make him lust after battle, it also made him lust after those of his kind, meaning in this case, the only female available of his race, Mia. Perhaps this intruder didn't know that.
Vegita growled, his eyes sharpening, as his nostrils could still smell the woman on his skin, sinking into him, making his primal passion rage. He had little interest in the girl before! She was weak, small, and mated to the Namek, and that was usually enough for him to turn away...but what was it?
He stood, his tail wagging lazily behind him as he walked to the window. There were only a few more cycles to go. He secretly watched and observed the moon, waiting for it to come. Waiting for the moon to give off those intoxicating brute rays. But this, this would be different. It would be the time of chaos for any Saiya-jin on the planet, including Goku. It would be a full moon, colored by the shade of blood, and the hunt would begin, and now that the organs in his tail were back, he knew that would be a dark night for this planet. The moon would be full, but there would be no light for the earth's people.
"Hey, Vegita!" Bulma cooed from the doorway. She pulled her ponytail out and let her shoulder length hair tumble down. She smiled coolly and paced up to the prince, her arms snaking around his waist.
Vegita kept his gaze locked at the rising moon, only a small sliver in the sky. Just a few more cycles.... then he would have no control.
Piccolo propped Mia on their bed and he walked to the window, ready to leave her be when he thought better of it. He growled, cursing his own soft spot for her and sat down to meditate.
"Daddy..."
The sound of his sons voice made him growl. He just wanted to meditate! Was that so wrong?
"What is it?" He mumbled. 'Geez! I don't know what to do with a kid! This is Mia's job!'
Ezekiel hopped into the room and looked around. "Momma's sleep'n?" He whispered.
He replied with just a nod.
"Well, then, you come'ere daddy!" The little green boy ran forward and grabbed his father's tunic, yanking it with quite a lot of strength for a boy. "Come on!"
Exasperated, Piccolo stood and followed his son to his bedroom. Amidst a sea of toys, was a clean little circle of blank floor, and in the middle of that, was a cleaned grape jelly jar.
Piccolo looked on as Ezekiel carefully stepped around the toys, stuffed dolls, and PokeMon cards. He stopped and picked up the jar, which was obviously the focal point of attention.
"Look at what I caught!" The boy stared up at his father, handing him the glass. "Be careful."
Piccolo brought it up to his eyes and looked through it, seeing a small speck of black. Watching closer, he saw it was a bug. He grinned.
"You like bugs, huh?" Piccolo snickered.
Ezekiel nodded and pointed. "Keep lookin'!"
Brining his eyes sharper to look inside he noticed the bug move. Still, he watched. Then, the bug began to fly, a yellow light blinking inside like a little star.
Ezekiel watched with wonder, his eyes wide and a little smile on his face. His little pointy teeth peeked out of his mouth. "Isn't it cool?"
'Maybe there is less to this than I thought?' Piccolo wondered as the firefly fluttered in the jar. 'Maybe I'm just being edgy, but either way, Krill seems to have made himself known again...and if he's after Mia, he may be after him as well.' He handed the encased bug to his son, and watched a moment longer. 'And there is still the blood a Damioh in him...maybe only time will tell.'
He left the room, growling to himself. 'There are to many things to think about now! Mia's condition, training my son, Krill may be back, and I may just loose my mind trying to be a father and a mate!' He shook his head. 'Stupid hormones! I just couldn't keep away from her! Now look where I am!'
'SO...what's going on? Does anyone have a clue? Why is Piccolo suddenly acting so strange? REVIEW!'
Vegita sat quietly on the foot of his bed, thinking. Bulma was, as usual, down in the lab tinkering with new inventions. This one was a Saiya- jin regeneration tank that she finally decided to make after the hospital trip. It would save on the bills and gave her something to do. But that was not the focus of his thinking.
He stroked his tail, his face impassive and hard. 'What was going on in there?' He wondered. He knew well about his instincts and why they were kicking in, but he knew also they were triggered by that presence, whether it was deliberate or not. If it was Krill, then arousing his instincts was not the best solution, seeing as although they make him lust after battle, it also made him lust after those of his kind, meaning in this case, the only female available of his race, Mia. Perhaps this intruder didn't know that.
Vegita growled, his eyes sharpening, as his nostrils could still smell the woman on his skin, sinking into him, making his primal passion rage. He had little interest in the girl before! She was weak, small, and mated to the Namek, and that was usually enough for him to turn away...but what was it?
He stood, his tail wagging lazily behind him as he walked to the window. There were only a few more cycles to go. He secretly watched and observed the moon, waiting for it to come. Waiting for the moon to give off those intoxicating brute rays. But this, this would be different. It would be the time of chaos for any Saiya-jin on the planet, including Goku. It would be a full moon, colored by the shade of blood, and the hunt would begin, and now that the organs in his tail were back, he knew that would be a dark night for this planet. The moon would be full, but there would be no light for the earth's people.
"Hey, Vegita!" Bulma cooed from the doorway. She pulled her ponytail out and let her shoulder length hair tumble down. She smiled coolly and paced up to the prince, her arms snaking around his waist.
Vegita kept his gaze locked at the rising moon, only a small sliver in the sky. Just a few more cycles.... then he would have no control.
Piccolo propped Mia on their bed and he walked to the window, ready to leave her be when he thought better of it. He growled, cursing his own soft spot for her and sat down to meditate.
"Daddy..."
The sound of his sons voice made him growl. He just wanted to meditate! Was that so wrong?
"What is it?" He mumbled. 'Geez! I don't know what to do with a kid! This is Mia's job!'
Ezekiel hopped into the room and looked around. "Momma's sleep'n?" He whispered.
He replied with just a nod.
"Well, then, you come'ere daddy!" The little green boy ran forward and grabbed his father's tunic, yanking it with quite a lot of strength for a boy. "Come on!"
Exasperated, Piccolo stood and followed his son to his bedroom. Amidst a sea of toys, was a clean little circle of blank floor, and in the middle of that, was a cleaned grape jelly jar.
Piccolo looked on as Ezekiel carefully stepped around the toys, stuffed dolls, and PokeMon cards. He stopped and picked up the jar, which was obviously the focal point of attention.
"Look at what I caught!" The boy stared up at his father, handing him the glass. "Be careful."
Piccolo brought it up to his eyes and looked through it, seeing a small speck of black. Watching closer, he saw it was a bug. He grinned.
"You like bugs, huh?" Piccolo snickered.
Ezekiel nodded and pointed. "Keep lookin'!"
Brining his eyes sharper to look inside he noticed the bug move. Still, he watched. Then, the bug began to fly, a yellow light blinking inside like a little star.
Ezekiel watched with wonder, his eyes wide and a little smile on his face. His little pointy teeth peeked out of his mouth. "Isn't it cool?"
'Maybe there is less to this than I thought?' Piccolo wondered as the firefly fluttered in the jar. 'Maybe I'm just being edgy, but either way, Krill seems to have made himself known again...and if he's after Mia, he may be after him as well.' He handed the encased bug to his son, and watched a moment longer. 'And there is still the blood a Damioh in him...maybe only time will tell.'
He left the room, growling to himself. 'There are to many things to think about now! Mia's condition, training my son, Krill may be back, and I may just loose my mind trying to be a father and a mate!' He shook his head. 'Stupid hormones! I just couldn't keep away from her! Now look where I am!'
'SO...what's going on? Does anyone have a clue? Why is Piccolo suddenly acting so strange? REVIEW!'