Last time:
"What happens?"
"Ah, ah, ahhh, woman. That would be more than one question." He sent her a little smirk, over-joyed when she stuttered in protest, and left the room.
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For the better part of the next four days Bulma successfully managed to avoid Vegeta. He, of course, encouraged her distance, shutting himself away in the control or his bedroom for all unbelievable hours, with nothing more than the vast starry depths of space, when in the control room, or his bed and a chair, in the bedroom. This, to some degree or another, troubled Bulma. Not that she was worried about Vegeta's well being or if he was lonely or not-he was always lonely-but how any being could spend so much time with such little to occupy themselves. But, little did she know, on account of his past, Vegeta had plenty on his mind, things that could drive a mere human to tears.
Furto, in noticing them being more distant than usual, decided not to consult either on the matter; Bulma would simply shrug it off, and Vegeta, well, Furto didn't want to think of confronting him alone. So he just left them to their own devices; he knew that one way or another they would end up speaking to each other again.
"Furto," Bulma nearly gasped, not expecting to see him in the control room, Vegeta nowhere in sight. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, Bulma," he sighed, relieved that she wasn't Vegeta. "I was just speaking with the Doonso on the other ship. They warned us about a meteor shower."
"Oh, well that was nice of-Wait, speaking to them? How?"
"The intercom, miss. Does your ship not have one? They are quite old fashioned."
"Well, yeah, I mean," she stuttered, finding the words. "It malfunctioned somehow and I didn't have the parts on board to fix it."
"Oh, I see, that's probably why the Prince seemed excited we had one. He had me contact the Doonso on their progress right away."
"Yeah-Wait. What? Vegeta knew their was an intercom on board and he didn't tell me?" she snapped, as if it were Furto's fault. "He knew how eager I was to contact my parents. That bastard!" Before Furto could stop her she was out of sight, hell bent on disturbing a certain Saiyan's rest. "Vegeta!"
"Yes?" he replied innocently as she banged open his bedroom door. Though innocent was hardly the word to describe what he was doing at the moment. In one of his hands he held a creature she had never seen before, it's plump little body wriggling in his grasp as he plucked at its quill- like hairs.
"Vegeta, what the hell are you doing to that poor-what the hell is that?"
"It's a Rymron, a standard Fewsk childhood pet."
"A what?-Nevermind. Stop being cruel to it." She glared at him, hoping he would just listen and let the poor animal alone.
"It's not MY fault it decided to make itself comfortable on MY bed. Stupid creature."
"Vegeta, come on. It meant no harm," she sighed, suddenly very concerned for the little creature with its curious little squeak. "Just- Come on, give me it."
"Brave indeed woman. You have no idea about these creatures and yet you are willing to hold it. For all you know it's quills could be poisoned."
"Furto!" Bulma called. She didn't have to wait long, he'd sort of been eavesdropping in the hall.
"Yes?"
"Is that little animal dangerous?"
"A Rymron," Furto said in a tone that Bulma could only think to call a 'coo'. "How on Fewsk did he get here?"
"Poor maintenance," Vegeta muttered, flicking one of its ears. It hissed at him, trying to turn its head to nip his fingers, though Vegeta's hold was far too tight. Bulma wondered why it hadn't suffocated to death by now.
"Stop it!" Bulma snapped, swatting his arm. "Is it dangerous, Furto? I want to keep it safe from Vegeta."
"Dangerous? Oh miss," he chuckled. "Rymrons are the most harmonious creatures one can ever come across." He glanced over at Vegeta. "Though they do get quite the tempers when provoked." Even Furto, as humbled as he was, couldn't fight his brow from switching in irritation.
"Come on, hand it over Vegeta." Vegeta grumbled to himself, his fun over anyway after she'd interrupted him, and handed her the tiny nipping creature. "Oh, it's ok now," she cooed, patting its little head." It nipped up at her fingers, though settled when it realized she wasn't a threat like her Saiyan counterpart. On closer examination Bulma noticed several odd features about the little Fewsk animal. It's body was small yet plump, like a bean bag. It's ears were large compared to it's tiny body, easily being twice the size of its head, and very rough, like leather, not thin like mouse ears, in the shape of leaves, points on the ends. It had, at first, when Vegeta held it, looked like a mouse to her, though now it didn't even seem mammal, the only hair it had was not hair at all, but the stubby quills that were a deep crimson color, and very soft, on contrary to their looks. Its eyes were large and beady, deep violet in color, matching its tiny little tongue that was now licking affectionately at Bulma's palm. "Aww, poor little thing. I'll protect you from that mean Saiyan bully," she whispered, leaning her face in, noticing its very tiny legs; thin twig-like stubs with no real feet to speak of, the bottoms having nearly microscopic bumps that Bulma figured were used as traction, like on hiking boots. It's tail, which was quite long, another reason Bulma had first categorized it with mice, was easily a foot long, three times its length, and midnight black in color. It wasn't smooth or fleshy like it appeared, but velvety, its little end looking as though it had been flattened. "What an interesting creature this is indeed. What is it Furto, can you tell?"
"Are you deaf woman," Vegeta grunted.
"Shut up," she hissed, turning from him. "I mean, can you tell the sex of it?"
"Female, definitely," Furto chirped. "Males are much lighter in color."
"Ok then, I'll call her.." She looked around the room, as if a name would pop into her name just by looking at something. "..Bel, no..Br..Se.." She furrowed her brow, thinking. "Syllabus," she sighed, satisfied that the name sounded neither human, Saiyan, nor Namekian.
"That's a horrible name," Vegeta snorted. "Would have been better off with me."
"Hey, I'm mad at you, don't test me." Which suddenly reminded her of why she was in there in the first place. "Why the hell didn't you tell me there was an intercom on this ship? I could have contacted my parents by now."
"Well, if you knew anything about space travel, you would know that being this far from Earth, it isn't possible to contact them."
"W-" She stopped mid-argument. "It isn't?"
"No woman, it isn't, especially since we are in such dangerous territory. It's likely full of meteors."
"Umm, sir." Vegeta's head snapped in Furto's direction. "The Doonso, a head of us, they say there are meteor showers."
"Wonderful. How bad?" he demanded, sliding off his bed. Bulma couldn't help but let her mind wander, picturing him clad in only a bed sheet, heading towards the shower after they'd just-
"They say it was dying down when they went through."
"How good are the ships barriers?"
"The meteors won't penetrate the ship, though they can knock it off course."
"Well that's better than being sucked into air-less space." Bulma suddenly gasped, as if the idea of them crashing or the ship breaking apart had only just occurred to her. "How good are the manual maneuvering capabilities?"
"Manual? But the ship can sense the meteors," Furto stuttered, astonished that he didn't know this.
"Well of course it can. But what if the sensors get messed up? How reliable are the manual gears?"
"Fairly good," Furto sighed, wishing nothing more than to be home, healing those he cared about and who cared about him, not listening to the Saiyan Prince howl about things that would never happen.
"When will the meteors be to us?"
"I'm unsure."
"Uh! Nevermind. I'll talk to the damn Doonso myself, Kami." He trudged off toward the control, Furto quickly scurrying after him so he could catch the Prince before he insulted one of the Doonso. Which left Bulma, alone in Vegeta's room, which smelled wonderfully like him, a curious little creature in her hands that she'd grown very fond of in only a few short minutes. She stroked between its huge ears, giggling when it made a rough purring noise, which sounded oddly like an angry cat gargling water. She, of course, didn't know what that might sound like, but the comparison was good enough for her. At any rate, the noise was too rough and too deep sounding to have come from the little Rymron.
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The meteor shower had proved itself to be not quite the crisis situation that Vegeta had had Bulma worried about. She'd joined him and Furto in the control room to watch from the big front window, and had been greatly disappointed. The few meteors that were still a threat didn't even come close to hitting the ship, and the small ones, the ones that would be like pebbles hitting a window, only hit the ship in a few places, causing no damage.
Afterward, Bulma had groaned and muttered to herself about Vegeta overreacting as she headed off to bed, little Syllabus nuzzled comfortably on her shoulder, the weight of it barely noticeable.
It was the morning after, and Vegeta was in no mood to be talked to, having Furto bring him his breakfast in the control room, then slamming the door behind him so they knew he was in a bad mood.
"Quite the mood the Prince is in," Furto commented, as he rummaged through the cupboard for something that would satisfy the Rymron.
"What mood?" she snorted, biting down on her apple. "That's his personality."
Furto simply chuckled under his breath, then gasped, causing Bulma's head to snap in his direction. He was up on the counter, his knees bent, all the cupboards swung open.
"What? Did you find something for Syllabus?"
"You could say that, " he replied, reaching into the cupboard that was level with the top of his head. It took him a moment, but then he pulled his arms back out; Bulma's jaw dropped.
"More Rymrons!" she chirped, jumping from her seat, leaving the other sleepy Rymron on the table, curled next to her plate. "How in Kami's name did they all get here?"
"Probably were in the storage bunker," Furto said informatively, gently dumping the three other Rymrons on the counter. "They show up on ships all the time. The warriors usually eat them."
"Eat them!" Bulma gasped, snatching them up protectively. "How could them eat such cute little creatures like this?"
"The warriors don't seem to..care," he sighed, obviously ashamed by it.
"Well, it's a good thing these little guys chose to come on our ship. Very lucky." She examined them closely, as she had with the first one, then concluded that there were two more females and a male, the male having fire engine red quills, instead of the more brick red ones of the females. "Ok, now we need to name the little buggers."
Furto looked at her strangely, probably wondering why she called them buggers, a word he had undoubtedly not heard.
"Ok then." She plopped back down in her seat, setting the other Rymrons by Syllabus. "Two girls' names and a boy's name. Hmm.." She scratched her head as she thought; glancing down at her knew pets every so often. "Let's see..Cymma (pronounced with an "s")?" The female she'd just named nudged its nose on her hand, then licked it affectionately. "Yup, that's you, you're Cymma." The next to wander over to investigate her was the male, which seemed a bit nervous. "Is he ok? He looks scared."
"The males are shy," Furto said offhandedly, continuing his search for Rymron food, and other Rymrons that might be hiding.
"Oh, interesting. Well, what to name him." It sniffed her hand, then jumped back when she moved to pet it. "Ok, ok, I'll be slow." It crept back over to her, sniffing her hand again, this time staying put when she slowly lifted her hand and pet it. "Ok, little guy, we need a name for you..Hmm..A boy's name..Je, no..Ven, Venner, yes, Venner, I like that."
"Me too, miss," offered Furto, who appeared to be halfway into one of the cupboards.
"Now for you-"
"Kami no," groaned a voice from behind her, and the owner was obvious.
"Kami no, what?" she hissed, pulling Syllabus, Cymma, and Venner to her. The other Rymron, the remaining female, was none too pleased about Bulma, hissing and nipping at her arm as it went past her.
"More of those retched things. Where the hell are you finding them?"
"The cupboard," she huffed, reaching for the nippy female, though retracting her hand quickly after it had bitten her. "Little runt."
"Oo, seems you've got a Brissan Rymron in your bunch," Vegeta chuckled, laying his hand flat on the table, palm up.
"A what? What's that mean?"
"She's the protector of the group," Furto offered so Bulma didn't have to converse with Vegeta and get into an inevitable argument. "And she looks quite defensive, we disturbed her hiding place."
"Is she always nippy like that?"
"Has to be."
"Oh, I see, well then, her name should be..-"
"Fenna," Vegeta said suddenly, as the irritable Rymron walked bravely into his hand, sniffing it cautiously. Bulma blinked twice, looking at him strangely; had he just named it?
"Uh.."
"Yes woman, I just said what you think I did," he huffed, bringing the Rymron to rest on his shoulder. She seemed to have taken quite a strong liking to the Saiyan, rubbing its head on his neck, giving that deep purr.
"Well Vegeta, it looks like you have a new friend."
He didn't bat an eyelash and simply turned and walked back into the control room, the now content Fenna purring on his shoulder.
"I did just see that, right?" Bulma asked, starring after Vegeta, who had long since closed the door behind him.
"Seems he's full of surprises," Furto commented, then, "Ah ha, found something." He pulled a large blue box from the very top cupboard, placing it on the counter so he could use his hands to hoist him back to the ground. He brought the box over to Bulma, spilling what she now knew to be raw noodles.
"Those aren't cooked."
"I know, but they like food that crunches. Could you-er-bring some to the other one?" He was a bit apprehensive about asking her to go see Vegeta, but decided that it wasn't a bad idea after she accepted without complaint.
"Sure." She stood, leaving the Rymrons on the table for Furto to look after, carrying a handful of raw noodles to the control room. "Vegeta," she called, knocking on the large metal door.
"What woman?" he grunted, not looking back as the door hissed open.
"I have food for-er-what's her name?"
"Fenna, you have food for Fenna," he nearly yelled, as if she had offended him.
"Yes, um, Furto said that these-" She held out her hand, showing him the noodles. "-would be good for the Rymrons. Says they like crunchy food." Vegeta grabbed the pasta from her hand, holding a piece with the opposite hand to his shoulder. Fenna sniffed it tentatively, then grabbed it with her front teeth, dropping it back on his shoulder where she continued to nibble it. "How big do they get?"
"You're still here?"
"How big do they get?" She ignored his rudeness, pushing the question. What she really wanted to know was if she would be able to bring them home with her, but if they got too big, like the size of a large cat, she wouldn't be able too, they'd be too noticeable.
"They get no bigger, unless you count their tails."
"Only their tails grow?"
"Did I not just say that?" he grumbled, giving Fenna another noodle. "Yes, only their tails grow; they're age indicators."
"What scale?" Vegeta arched an eyebrow.
"One year to one inch."
"Wow, then these guys are really old, they're like twelve."
"Well, Rymrons have long lifespans." He glanced up at Bulma while handing Fenna another raw noodle. "Are you done now? Your presence annoys me."
"Shut up Vegeta," she snapped, going for the door, but stopped dead when she reached it. "I-Will you come to dinner tonight?"
Vegeta lifted his head, but made no other indication that he had heard her.
"It's-uh-well, Furto is making a sort of feast, since you know we have a lot more food from Fewskm and Doon."
"That's not the reason, I know it's your anniversary."
This time Bulma went silent.
"Anniversary of the dreadful day your mother expelled you from her body." She gasped. How could he have known that? "Don't assume I don't pay attention."
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---Chapter 13!!! Heehee! Yay! I'm really proud of this chapter, and I just love those little Rymrons, I image them to be soooooooo cute! :D And, awww, Vegeta likes the nippy little female, heehee. Hope it wasn't too short, but I didn't want to get into anything too big and then just cut off, so I decided to end it here.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: More on the ship, developments with Bulma and Vegeta..Eskes? Maybe, we'll see :P
"What happens?"
"Ah, ah, ahhh, woman. That would be more than one question." He sent her a little smirk, over-joyed when she stuttered in protest, and left the room.
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For the better part of the next four days Bulma successfully managed to avoid Vegeta. He, of course, encouraged her distance, shutting himself away in the control or his bedroom for all unbelievable hours, with nothing more than the vast starry depths of space, when in the control room, or his bed and a chair, in the bedroom. This, to some degree or another, troubled Bulma. Not that she was worried about Vegeta's well being or if he was lonely or not-he was always lonely-but how any being could spend so much time with such little to occupy themselves. But, little did she know, on account of his past, Vegeta had plenty on his mind, things that could drive a mere human to tears.
Furto, in noticing them being more distant than usual, decided not to consult either on the matter; Bulma would simply shrug it off, and Vegeta, well, Furto didn't want to think of confronting him alone. So he just left them to their own devices; he knew that one way or another they would end up speaking to each other again.
"Furto," Bulma nearly gasped, not expecting to see him in the control room, Vegeta nowhere in sight. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, Bulma," he sighed, relieved that she wasn't Vegeta. "I was just speaking with the Doonso on the other ship. They warned us about a meteor shower."
"Oh, well that was nice of-Wait, speaking to them? How?"
"The intercom, miss. Does your ship not have one? They are quite old fashioned."
"Well, yeah, I mean," she stuttered, finding the words. "It malfunctioned somehow and I didn't have the parts on board to fix it."
"Oh, I see, that's probably why the Prince seemed excited we had one. He had me contact the Doonso on their progress right away."
"Yeah-Wait. What? Vegeta knew their was an intercom on board and he didn't tell me?" she snapped, as if it were Furto's fault. "He knew how eager I was to contact my parents. That bastard!" Before Furto could stop her she was out of sight, hell bent on disturbing a certain Saiyan's rest. "Vegeta!"
"Yes?" he replied innocently as she banged open his bedroom door. Though innocent was hardly the word to describe what he was doing at the moment. In one of his hands he held a creature she had never seen before, it's plump little body wriggling in his grasp as he plucked at its quill- like hairs.
"Vegeta, what the hell are you doing to that poor-what the hell is that?"
"It's a Rymron, a standard Fewsk childhood pet."
"A what?-Nevermind. Stop being cruel to it." She glared at him, hoping he would just listen and let the poor animal alone.
"It's not MY fault it decided to make itself comfortable on MY bed. Stupid creature."
"Vegeta, come on. It meant no harm," she sighed, suddenly very concerned for the little creature with its curious little squeak. "Just- Come on, give me it."
"Brave indeed woman. You have no idea about these creatures and yet you are willing to hold it. For all you know it's quills could be poisoned."
"Furto!" Bulma called. She didn't have to wait long, he'd sort of been eavesdropping in the hall.
"Yes?"
"Is that little animal dangerous?"
"A Rymron," Furto said in a tone that Bulma could only think to call a 'coo'. "How on Fewsk did he get here?"
"Poor maintenance," Vegeta muttered, flicking one of its ears. It hissed at him, trying to turn its head to nip his fingers, though Vegeta's hold was far too tight. Bulma wondered why it hadn't suffocated to death by now.
"Stop it!" Bulma snapped, swatting his arm. "Is it dangerous, Furto? I want to keep it safe from Vegeta."
"Dangerous? Oh miss," he chuckled. "Rymrons are the most harmonious creatures one can ever come across." He glanced over at Vegeta. "Though they do get quite the tempers when provoked." Even Furto, as humbled as he was, couldn't fight his brow from switching in irritation.
"Come on, hand it over Vegeta." Vegeta grumbled to himself, his fun over anyway after she'd interrupted him, and handed her the tiny nipping creature. "Oh, it's ok now," she cooed, patting its little head." It nipped up at her fingers, though settled when it realized she wasn't a threat like her Saiyan counterpart. On closer examination Bulma noticed several odd features about the little Fewsk animal. It's body was small yet plump, like a bean bag. It's ears were large compared to it's tiny body, easily being twice the size of its head, and very rough, like leather, not thin like mouse ears, in the shape of leaves, points on the ends. It had, at first, when Vegeta held it, looked like a mouse to her, though now it didn't even seem mammal, the only hair it had was not hair at all, but the stubby quills that were a deep crimson color, and very soft, on contrary to their looks. Its eyes were large and beady, deep violet in color, matching its tiny little tongue that was now licking affectionately at Bulma's palm. "Aww, poor little thing. I'll protect you from that mean Saiyan bully," she whispered, leaning her face in, noticing its very tiny legs; thin twig-like stubs with no real feet to speak of, the bottoms having nearly microscopic bumps that Bulma figured were used as traction, like on hiking boots. It's tail, which was quite long, another reason Bulma had first categorized it with mice, was easily a foot long, three times its length, and midnight black in color. It wasn't smooth or fleshy like it appeared, but velvety, its little end looking as though it had been flattened. "What an interesting creature this is indeed. What is it Furto, can you tell?"
"Are you deaf woman," Vegeta grunted.
"Shut up," she hissed, turning from him. "I mean, can you tell the sex of it?"
"Female, definitely," Furto chirped. "Males are much lighter in color."
"Ok then, I'll call her.." She looked around the room, as if a name would pop into her name just by looking at something. "..Bel, no..Br..Se.." She furrowed her brow, thinking. "Syllabus," she sighed, satisfied that the name sounded neither human, Saiyan, nor Namekian.
"That's a horrible name," Vegeta snorted. "Would have been better off with me."
"Hey, I'm mad at you, don't test me." Which suddenly reminded her of why she was in there in the first place. "Why the hell didn't you tell me there was an intercom on this ship? I could have contacted my parents by now."
"Well, if you knew anything about space travel, you would know that being this far from Earth, it isn't possible to contact them."
"W-" She stopped mid-argument. "It isn't?"
"No woman, it isn't, especially since we are in such dangerous territory. It's likely full of meteors."
"Umm, sir." Vegeta's head snapped in Furto's direction. "The Doonso, a head of us, they say there are meteor showers."
"Wonderful. How bad?" he demanded, sliding off his bed. Bulma couldn't help but let her mind wander, picturing him clad in only a bed sheet, heading towards the shower after they'd just-
"They say it was dying down when they went through."
"How good are the ships barriers?"
"The meteors won't penetrate the ship, though they can knock it off course."
"Well that's better than being sucked into air-less space." Bulma suddenly gasped, as if the idea of them crashing or the ship breaking apart had only just occurred to her. "How good are the manual maneuvering capabilities?"
"Manual? But the ship can sense the meteors," Furto stuttered, astonished that he didn't know this.
"Well of course it can. But what if the sensors get messed up? How reliable are the manual gears?"
"Fairly good," Furto sighed, wishing nothing more than to be home, healing those he cared about and who cared about him, not listening to the Saiyan Prince howl about things that would never happen.
"When will the meteors be to us?"
"I'm unsure."
"Uh! Nevermind. I'll talk to the damn Doonso myself, Kami." He trudged off toward the control, Furto quickly scurrying after him so he could catch the Prince before he insulted one of the Doonso. Which left Bulma, alone in Vegeta's room, which smelled wonderfully like him, a curious little creature in her hands that she'd grown very fond of in only a few short minutes. She stroked between its huge ears, giggling when it made a rough purring noise, which sounded oddly like an angry cat gargling water. She, of course, didn't know what that might sound like, but the comparison was good enough for her. At any rate, the noise was too rough and too deep sounding to have come from the little Rymron.
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The meteor shower had proved itself to be not quite the crisis situation that Vegeta had had Bulma worried about. She'd joined him and Furto in the control room to watch from the big front window, and had been greatly disappointed. The few meteors that were still a threat didn't even come close to hitting the ship, and the small ones, the ones that would be like pebbles hitting a window, only hit the ship in a few places, causing no damage.
Afterward, Bulma had groaned and muttered to herself about Vegeta overreacting as she headed off to bed, little Syllabus nuzzled comfortably on her shoulder, the weight of it barely noticeable.
It was the morning after, and Vegeta was in no mood to be talked to, having Furto bring him his breakfast in the control room, then slamming the door behind him so they knew he was in a bad mood.
"Quite the mood the Prince is in," Furto commented, as he rummaged through the cupboard for something that would satisfy the Rymron.
"What mood?" she snorted, biting down on her apple. "That's his personality."
Furto simply chuckled under his breath, then gasped, causing Bulma's head to snap in his direction. He was up on the counter, his knees bent, all the cupboards swung open.
"What? Did you find something for Syllabus?"
"You could say that, " he replied, reaching into the cupboard that was level with the top of his head. It took him a moment, but then he pulled his arms back out; Bulma's jaw dropped.
"More Rymrons!" she chirped, jumping from her seat, leaving the other sleepy Rymron on the table, curled next to her plate. "How in Kami's name did they all get here?"
"Probably were in the storage bunker," Furto said informatively, gently dumping the three other Rymrons on the counter. "They show up on ships all the time. The warriors usually eat them."
"Eat them!" Bulma gasped, snatching them up protectively. "How could them eat such cute little creatures like this?"
"The warriors don't seem to..care," he sighed, obviously ashamed by it.
"Well, it's a good thing these little guys chose to come on our ship. Very lucky." She examined them closely, as she had with the first one, then concluded that there were two more females and a male, the male having fire engine red quills, instead of the more brick red ones of the females. "Ok, now we need to name the little buggers."
Furto looked at her strangely, probably wondering why she called them buggers, a word he had undoubtedly not heard.
"Ok then." She plopped back down in her seat, setting the other Rymrons by Syllabus. "Two girls' names and a boy's name. Hmm.." She scratched her head as she thought; glancing down at her knew pets every so often. "Let's see..Cymma (pronounced with an "s")?" The female she'd just named nudged its nose on her hand, then licked it affectionately. "Yup, that's you, you're Cymma." The next to wander over to investigate her was the male, which seemed a bit nervous. "Is he ok? He looks scared."
"The males are shy," Furto said offhandedly, continuing his search for Rymron food, and other Rymrons that might be hiding.
"Oh, interesting. Well, what to name him." It sniffed her hand, then jumped back when she moved to pet it. "Ok, ok, I'll be slow." It crept back over to her, sniffing her hand again, this time staying put when she slowly lifted her hand and pet it. "Ok, little guy, we need a name for you..Hmm..A boy's name..Je, no..Ven, Venner, yes, Venner, I like that."
"Me too, miss," offered Furto, who appeared to be halfway into one of the cupboards.
"Now for you-"
"Kami no," groaned a voice from behind her, and the owner was obvious.
"Kami no, what?" she hissed, pulling Syllabus, Cymma, and Venner to her. The other Rymron, the remaining female, was none too pleased about Bulma, hissing and nipping at her arm as it went past her.
"More of those retched things. Where the hell are you finding them?"
"The cupboard," she huffed, reaching for the nippy female, though retracting her hand quickly after it had bitten her. "Little runt."
"Oo, seems you've got a Brissan Rymron in your bunch," Vegeta chuckled, laying his hand flat on the table, palm up.
"A what? What's that mean?"
"She's the protector of the group," Furto offered so Bulma didn't have to converse with Vegeta and get into an inevitable argument. "And she looks quite defensive, we disturbed her hiding place."
"Is she always nippy like that?"
"Has to be."
"Oh, I see, well then, her name should be..-"
"Fenna," Vegeta said suddenly, as the irritable Rymron walked bravely into his hand, sniffing it cautiously. Bulma blinked twice, looking at him strangely; had he just named it?
"Uh.."
"Yes woman, I just said what you think I did," he huffed, bringing the Rymron to rest on his shoulder. She seemed to have taken quite a strong liking to the Saiyan, rubbing its head on his neck, giving that deep purr.
"Well Vegeta, it looks like you have a new friend."
He didn't bat an eyelash and simply turned and walked back into the control room, the now content Fenna purring on his shoulder.
"I did just see that, right?" Bulma asked, starring after Vegeta, who had long since closed the door behind him.
"Seems he's full of surprises," Furto commented, then, "Ah ha, found something." He pulled a large blue box from the very top cupboard, placing it on the counter so he could use his hands to hoist him back to the ground. He brought the box over to Bulma, spilling what she now knew to be raw noodles.
"Those aren't cooked."
"I know, but they like food that crunches. Could you-er-bring some to the other one?" He was a bit apprehensive about asking her to go see Vegeta, but decided that it wasn't a bad idea after she accepted without complaint.
"Sure." She stood, leaving the Rymrons on the table for Furto to look after, carrying a handful of raw noodles to the control room. "Vegeta," she called, knocking on the large metal door.
"What woman?" he grunted, not looking back as the door hissed open.
"I have food for-er-what's her name?"
"Fenna, you have food for Fenna," he nearly yelled, as if she had offended him.
"Yes, um, Furto said that these-" She held out her hand, showing him the noodles. "-would be good for the Rymrons. Says they like crunchy food." Vegeta grabbed the pasta from her hand, holding a piece with the opposite hand to his shoulder. Fenna sniffed it tentatively, then grabbed it with her front teeth, dropping it back on his shoulder where she continued to nibble it. "How big do they get?"
"You're still here?"
"How big do they get?" She ignored his rudeness, pushing the question. What she really wanted to know was if she would be able to bring them home with her, but if they got too big, like the size of a large cat, she wouldn't be able too, they'd be too noticeable.
"They get no bigger, unless you count their tails."
"Only their tails grow?"
"Did I not just say that?" he grumbled, giving Fenna another noodle. "Yes, only their tails grow; they're age indicators."
"What scale?" Vegeta arched an eyebrow.
"One year to one inch."
"Wow, then these guys are really old, they're like twelve."
"Well, Rymrons have long lifespans." He glanced up at Bulma while handing Fenna another raw noodle. "Are you done now? Your presence annoys me."
"Shut up Vegeta," she snapped, going for the door, but stopped dead when she reached it. "I-Will you come to dinner tonight?"
Vegeta lifted his head, but made no other indication that he had heard her.
"It's-uh-well, Furto is making a sort of feast, since you know we have a lot more food from Fewskm and Doon."
"That's not the reason, I know it's your anniversary."
This time Bulma went silent.
"Anniversary of the dreadful day your mother expelled you from her body." She gasped. How could he have known that? "Don't assume I don't pay attention."
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---Chapter 13!!! Heehee! Yay! I'm really proud of this chapter, and I just love those little Rymrons, I image them to be soooooooo cute! :D And, awww, Vegeta likes the nippy little female, heehee. Hope it wasn't too short, but I didn't want to get into anything too big and then just cut off, so I decided to end it here.
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Next time: More on the ship, developments with Bulma and Vegeta..Eskes? Maybe, we'll see :P