If she hadn't thought it impossible she would have thought her brother was pouting. Mustering all the innocence a Sayain could portray, she began. "Tell me again what happened." He sent her a dark glare, thinking that she only wanted to hear of his loss again. How wrong he was, well, mostly.
"I found out that the four elites that appeared on the castle doorstep were beaten up by a mere fourth class. Azkutzy, Baradock's daughter. Along with earlier I can swear that I could smell Bulma."
'Uh oh. Bulma better keep way low if she wants to keep her surprise a surprise.' "You sure you weren't just smelling things?" He sent her a sour look. "No then. Well guess you'll just have to wait. Maybe she's heard about the tournament and is pissed at you." Vegeta crossed his arms and glared. He was about as pleased with the idea as she had been. Only now she could fend the morons off, Vegeta didn't know that his little mate was waiting patiently for him to fight her. "Well I should get going, before father finds out I'm in the castle and demands I tell him where I've been. Tell mother hi for me would you?"
"Tell her yourself." Both royals turned to see their mother in the doorway. "I don't see you, haven't seen you. But you are going to give me a hug before you leave or I will do something cruel."
"What?" Kanzia smiled, her mother was nowhere near her in strength. Making it amusing, and usually horrifying when she told of her threats.
"A dress." Mada laughed at the look of horror crossing her daughter's face. "For both of you." Her son's expression was priceless; obviously whatever had been bothering him had been put to rest for a short while.
Bulma hardly glanced to her brother as he worked on his computer. She didn't ask what he was doing and he didn't offer any information on it. She was in the process of sewing herself a lovely coat. One with a nice hood, and flowing back. A hooded cape in short. She would toss it once facing Vegeta; his face would be worth the suffering of the heat. A vat sitting between them contained a molten brew that she would eventually form into her armor. At the moment she was letting it remain heated and mix.
"Having fun brother mine?" He had been cursing at his work and she finally felt her amusement equal her curiosity. He sent her an evil glare for a minute before telling her some lie about losing a bet. He was up to something, he had to be. They were related after all and cunning ran in the blood. 'Considering Goku even goes around Chi-Chi for his training proves it.' Chuckling she rolled her eyes and gave her molten brew a mental stir. Her attention was brought back to her work when she pricked her finger. She hadn't gotten the decorative stitching done yet, but a few more stitches, and probably a few more pinpricks, and she would be done with the coat. "Radditz." He glanced up at her with an almost caught expression, oh ya she was really going to have to find out what he was doing. "I should really get around to inventing the sewing machine. Save my fingers."
"I'm surprised that needle even pierces your skin." He muttered, still typing.
"I made the damn needle, unfortunately its made of the same stuff my armor will be made of." She grumbled sucking her finger for another moment. "Besides the fabric is too strong for anything less then this. Alright if you don't tell me what you're doing I'll hack that account." She smiled charmingly at him, but it became fixed when he didn't look worried.
"Its not connected to the mainframe, I'd like to see you try." She pouted at this but her narrowed eyes. She always had loved a challenge, and it had been so long since someone challenged her on the mental level.
'I miss Daddy.' She thought softly before continuing the torment of her twin. "Is that a dare?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, before I forget I will discontinue my training under you. Free up the rest of your time to prepare for Vegeta. She was surprised to the point of showing it.
"Wha-why?" Had she been too hard?
"I've things I need to complete, and I don't see you standing a chance against the Prince if you aren't working to you're best."
"So its not that I've pushed you too hard and you want to escape my evil clutches?" He laughed, laughed at her.
"No, father, believe it or not is an even harsher task master. Though I must admit the irregular hours you provide contain an all new challenge."
"Well you and Napa weren't exactly letting me regain my beauty rest when you were on Chikyuu. It's good to know how much you can run on when having so little. Be that in food, rest, or sleep."
"Yes oh one wise beyond her years. With a mouth like yours I wonder how you survived childhood. You wouldn't have had you grown here." She smiled wryly as he began to tease her.
"Oh I don't know about that. You would have protected me, and Baradock. And you can't forget that our Father would make sure I could back up my big mouth."
"Until you had a run in with the Prince. Most likely he would have thrown you over his shoulder and you wouldn't have been apposed to the idea." She stiffened then threw a nearby rock at him. He laughed and she found escape from her sewing duty, something she was putting off at every chance, to help him gather his things. By sun down he was gone.
This wouldn't have bothered her if not for one thing. Kanzia claimed the same thing. The same 'You need to train on your own.' Tail Radditz had fed her. Now she knew something was up. But when she went out to search either one of them. Both were conveniently off planet.
What were they up to?
Not much of a cliffhanger I know. But are they on a loving rendezvous? Or something else? Come on people, you know you wanna know.
NIQUE THIS IS 4 YOU. JUST LIKE I SAID!!!!!!!!!!
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