Chapter 10: Conscience
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"Son-kun? Is everything allright?" Tardray asked his freind who had suddenly stopped eating, the face beside him looked blank, as if full of thought and remorse-
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'Why did I do that!!?' Goku shouted at himself, the loyal saiyan staring at the food infront of him. 'and why did I run away! Why do I have to be so stupid!' he continued. 'I can't have done that- no- I don't think anyone saw- no accusations, no lies' Goku looked down 'I was just kissing it better!- Yeah, that's got to be it!' Goku laughed loudly.
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Glad that the saiyan was finaly out of his day dream and looking happy again, the human, and two Yardrats looked back up from their meals. Other glances were exchanged to the table they were seated at, which suggested insanity.
Goku laughed again- "You know guys! I did the silliest thing today! I'm sorry I wondered off like that because of such a stupid thing! Heh!"
Tardray looked at Goku quizingly "Was that the incident where, you ran away from hitting Miss Bulma by accident? And trying to make sure she wouldn't find you and beat you up?"
"Kinda!" Goku laughed sheepishly, placing one hand behind his head in a trademark Son grin.
Draytar, Bulma and TarDray laughed "Sure," Tardray said slyly "We understand!"
Bulma snickered "How chicken can ya be Goku? I thought you were super saiyan- you shouldn't be scared of a *in mock Vegeta voice* Baka Onna!"
Goku laughed, again, the others on the table continuing. "Wo-w Bulma! I didn't know you'd spent enough time around Vegeta to be able to impersonate him so well!" He joked.
Bulma smirked at Goku proudly. It made her happy.
Goku didn't realise that his secret was still well kept. He didn't realise either that this would not be for long...
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on earth
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"VEGEEEEEEEEEETAAAA! DINNER!!!!"
"YES CHICHIIII-"
Vegeta, and the remaining Son family sat down for their evening meal, which over the short time he'd been staying on the planet, had become one of his favourite times of the day. The Saiyan had rapidly addapted to addressing Son Goku's wife by her true name, ChiChi, and learnt the punnishment for not showing any courtesy for others. He rubbed the bump on his head as he sat down at the table.
Descusion was little at these meal times, and although he was Saiyan, he did have table-manners on a far larger scale than Goku. ChiChi would sometimes stare at him in deep thought, this time was no different, upon a quizing look she straightened her composure and began to speak.
"So... Vegeta, have you got a wife on your homeplanet?"
The Prince stared at her
"No. Onna, I have no 'wife' as you call it, and no homeplanet either."
ChiChi looked at him quizingly.
" Oh... I see. Are you planning on taking a wife off this planet"
Vegeta seemed to ponder.
"No. There is no Onna I wish to or can take as my mate, or 'wife' as you say it. Not on this planet, and I doubt anywhere. Why would I want to take one?"
ChiChi struggled to keep from rolling her eyes, as Gohan snuck from the table after detecting more adult conversation.
"Well. I thought you might be interested in Bulma, if she's alive I mean..." ChiChi sighed
Vegeta spoke up again. "Is she the snivelling blue haired woman who tried to 'hitch a ride' with that baka pretty boy Zarbon?"
ChiChi giggled "I guess you could call her that!"
"I thought she was going to become, that weakling Yamcha's mate?"
"O come on Vegeta-" ChiChi laughed "She flirts with anything and anyone!"
Vegeta chuckled softly
"I bet she's even flirting with Kakarotto!"
They both burst out into laughter
"A-Aha-nd e-ven Frieza!"
ChiChi blinked "My Gohan told me Frieza was a woman..."
"Acts enough like it" Vegeta chuckled, he really did enjoy this onna's company.
ChiChi put on a stubborn face "Did he do anything to my Gohan?"*not in that way you sick- sick minded hentai*
Vegeta looked at her eyes wide, regaining his previous, laughing composure-
"No- But I could SWEAR he was trying to hit on Zarbon, Dodoria and Kakarotto!!!"
The laughter continued through the evening.
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on Yardrat
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A small sector of the planet, light, pink skies are turning a grotesque yellow, offsetting the peaceful atmosphere, and the countdown to a major event, Green clouds seem to rise to give warning, and Yardrats quickly buckled down hatches, and stock up in shelters, bringing in animals that had come to trust them over the decades, a storm was brewing, created by a monster, one that could wipe out any being not protected by a wall of thickened concrete, one that could pull great blue wales out of any ocean, but this year, one that could mean impending doom for the planet, this time it was worse than any other, more angry than ever, this time it could be the end.
Five Yadrats were gathered in a small room, the side of the world opposite the tyrant that appeared to be as bad as Frieza. Discusing a course of action- abandon the planet? Leave their home to ensure their lives? No- these were a noble people who would protect their world and its spirit until the very last moment, until the very last breath was torn from each of their lungs. Or, rely on two living legends to save the world they had called their home.
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Goku snapped his head upwards, once again ceasing his eating... it suddenly felt- cold... The room went silent, wind, blowing trees outside viewed through 10 foot of protective glass. The saiyan stood, seeming to growl at what happened past the window, and stepping to protect the table he was previosly seated at, and the ones on it. He looked at the sky, and saw a green streak of what seemed to be some kind of mist shot through the pink, as it dulled and became yellow.
"Shanlang..." breathed Tardray.
"Shanlang?" Bulma queried, repeating what the Yardrat had just said.
"It-It means Storm Monster in out native language, Shan, the storm, and Lang, the monster that makes it"
Goku kept his eyes on the window, still growling lowly, and protecting his freinds.
Draytar looked at the saiyan, and calculated before taking note.
"It's nothing to be worried about" Tardray spoke, calming the room slightly "This happenes every year, we've already prepared."
Silence once again filled the room, letting all notice Goku's protective growling
"Son-kun!" Bulma half shouted, half wispered, Goku looked at her then laughed Sheepishly... "Woops! Guess that wasn't my stomach!"
'Interesting' Draytar pondered 'Why does he always act like that when talking to her? and he didn't offer an explanation' the Yardrat had now scirbbled down half a page of notes 'he seems freindly enough, and protective over something'
Bulma turned her gaze curiously to the Yardrat "Hey... what are you writing?" She asked as she pulled the notepad out of his hands, luckily for the Yardrat she couldn't read the native letters. "What's this?" She queried again, refering to the text. The Yardrat thought up an explanation quickly, "Just some Tailor reports for Yardroxia" he hurried, then shifted his gaze to Goku.
"Say..."Draytar pondered slyly. "Yarnetok asked me to ask you if you wanted to try out out the training facilities. Goku shifted his gaze quizingly at Bulma leaving Draytar a chance to note the movement down. When Bulma smiled at Goku, the Saiyan replied grinning "Sure!"
Tardray picked up what his twin was up to, and offered the same to Bulma-
"Miss, as he is doing that would like like to have a tour?"
Bulma grinned, almost as stupidly as her counterpart "Love ta!" she winked.
Tardray sweatdropped, and escorted her down the hallway, as Draytar pulled the smiling Goku the other way...
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