Declaimer: I do not own any of the DBZ characters or the locations,
although Jade is my Saiya-jin (mutters) unfortunately...
~~~~ Lil Chi- I wanna thank you for Reviewing! You were my one and only *teehee* I tried to write you but my computer went crazy on me so I'll just publicly thank you (a-hum) THANK YOU! (Elbows Jade* Wa? Oh, yeah, thanks :mumbles: I guess---) *sighs* At least it was something ~_^! ~~~~
*...*= Flashback
****= Change in scene
Chapter Three: Yamcha you Bakaku and "Body Guards"
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*Previously*
She smiles faintly and yips again before being swept away into the oblivious world of sleep. The translation to her yips was, unknown to the three, Goddesses.
"And" Yes, he was the new King and he would find her and when he did... evil cackling filled the ship to slowly pour into space.
"Yes..." ~~~~
Bulma's eyes are focused on a vile full of a deep crimson liquid when a rogue strand of hair makes itself known. Slowly her eyes narrow in on it and a frustrated growl rumbles in the back of her throat.
"THAT'S IT!" She screams as she places the vile in its holder while standing up fully. "Your going down," she cackles evilly.
In one quick movement she pulls the hair tie out of her hair letting all her aquamarine tresses glide down her shoulders, joining the evil rogue one in front of her face. With maniacal laughter she scoops up all her hair and reties it in her ponytail.
"WHAHAHAHA! And YOU thought you could get the better of Bulma Bloomer Briefs!" she strikes a pose with her fists on her hips, legs shoulder width apart with her nose in the air accompanied by a HUGE victorious grin planted firmly on her face. She, after about 30 seconds of just standing there, turns around, sits down and picks up the vile again.
She then turns to the computer sitting beside her and starts to type furiously.
"Blood type: unknown, Breed: Alien, Chromosome number: --" her voice trails off as she adds information into her database about the girl. A small yip causes her eyes to snap from the computer to the Tank.
Within the girl floats, but Bulma notices something new: 1) the Tank's nearly finished and 2) the GIRLS AWAKE!
Bulma leaps from the chair and hurries over to the Tank to check the settings and to comfort the girl if she suddenly starts to panic. The setting—correct, the girl—not panicking, Bulma lets out a breath, grabs a chair and seats herself in front of the girl. The girl's eyes, Bulma notices, are deep blue much like 18's and her own. Her hair though, floating softly around her, is the strangest coloring she'd ever seen which was a big thing since her own was naturally cerulean blue.
The girl focuses on Bulma before smiling and giving a few yips. She then proceeds to examine the tank in which she is located. She slides her hands over the glass window before playing with the facemask. She starts to take it off, much to Bulma's distress.
"NO! Don't do that!!" Bulma leaps to her feet and, in a flash, is in front of the Tank.
The girl, however, doesn't listen and takes it off. She then figures out it's her air supplier and quickly places it on again. Bulma relaxes a bit and then seats herself back in her chair. The girl then starts to swoosh back and forth, playing with the goo.
Suddenly the red light above the Tank flashes indicating that the Tank is finished, which triggers the draining process. The girl's eyes widen as the goo starts to drain, as it goes down so does she. She slides down the seat before the goo leaves her head, trying to stay submersed. Bulma watches with a giggle as the girl squeezes herself in the very bottom of the tank even though all the healing liquid has finished draining.
With a hiss the glass window opens allowing passage from the tank to the lab. Bulma stands with a towel and helps the girl stand up, she's shivering and looking around quickly.
"Come, come," Bulma says comfortingly, "lets get you dried off and clothed shall we?" She then takes the fluffy towel and starts to dry the naked girl before her in a motherly fashion. The girl, in turn, looks curiously around the sterile lab.
With a bang the lab door opens and a man walks in, "BULMA, I'M BA—" he trails off as he sees Bulma whip around and glare viciously at him while she jumps in front of the naked girl trying to block his view of the poor dear.
"YAMCHA! GET OUT!!" Her screech causes him to quickly cover his ears and close his eyes tight.
*****
18's emotional-less blue eyes watch Chi-Chi bustle about the guestroom from the safety of the red leathered couch.
"What sheets do you think she'd like? These red silk ones or white silk ones?" Chi-Chi asks 18 without turning to look at her.
"Uh--" 18 watches as Chi-Chi sheets the bed in white. She then rolls her eyes she should have guessed that Chi really didn't care for her opinion anyway.
"I wonder how the girl's coming," Chi-Chi mutters as she pulls the deep green comforter over the jade colored pillows.
"Bulma's last message said no change and that she was amazed by some of the test results," 18 states in monotone as she pick up the nail file and turns half her attention to her nails.
"Oh? What kind of results?" Chi-Chi asks curiously as she starts to put the hunter green pillows with crimson embroidery in a decorative order on the newly made bed.
"Um—well it turns out her genetic make up is much like that of a fox. While Bulma believes we evolved from the Primate Family she is quite convinced that this young lady evolved from creatures much like that of the Vulpes Family," 18 states dully as she puts down the file and picks up the buffer.
"The what family?" Chi-Chi asks turning to put a vase of white roses on the bedside table.
18 rolls her eyes, "The Fox Family."
"Oh—why didn't you say so? Well I guess that would explain the ears and tail now wouldn't it. I wonder if she'll let me brush her," Chi-Chi titters as she straightens the curtains. "Now, I do believe the poor thing will be starved when she emerges from the Regeneration Tank, don't you think?"
But before 18 can answer Chi glides out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. 18, once more, rolls her eyes as she grabs things and leisurely follows in Chi-Chi's wake.
As 18 enters the kitchen she is met head on with a spatula. CONK! "CHI-CHI! What the heck was THAT for?!!" 18 rubs her forehead and glares at her friend. Her glare soon turns into open-mouthed stare as she sees the sight before her.
Chi-Chi's ebony hair was—well—gone. She is wearing an apron that has "KISS THE COOK" printed across the front and a giant, white chef hat. In her apron pocket a stirring spoon is sticking out and her face has streaks of flour, sauce and other things.
"Hey, 18! I am looking from my cooking spoon... have you seen it?" Chi- Chi's eyes are sparkling; she was in her element.
18 stares before pointing at her apron. Chi-Chi looks down and low- and-behold there's her spoon.
"Teehee, I knew that—"Chi-Chi grins sheepishly before turning back to the bubbling water, marinara sauce from scratch and fresh homemade bread.
"Chi I have two questions— one: how the heck did you do all this in the few seconds we where apart and two: what the hell happened to your hair?" 18 asks cautiously as she stares at Chi-Chi's head.
"Huh? Oh—"she takes off her hat with reveals her hair was in a bun under it and states with a smile, "It's easier to cook when my hair is out of my face to answer you second question. To answer you first I—"A sharp scream cut Chi-Chi off and in a flash both girls where out the back door and high-tailing it to the lab where Bulma and the mystery girl where located.
"BULMA! WHAT'S—IEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Chi-Chi screams as she trips over the cowering Yamcha.
18 stands there and stares as she takes in the site before her. Yamcha cowering on the floor with Chi-Chi lying on the floor before him and then sees Bulma standing in front of the shaking girl. Her mouth drops.
"YAMCHA!!" Both Chi-Chi and 18 yell running over to aid Bulma.
Bulma finds herself flanked by 18 while Chi takes it upon herself to quickly finish drying the young woman and rap her in a spare lab coat.
18 and Bulma glare heatedly at the young man sprawled over the lab's floor. He is dazed that much is for certain.
"Yamcha," Bulma's voice is deadly calm.
18 smirks, as the saying goes, it's always calm before the storm. Bulma continues, "what has brought you here on this fine day?"
Yamcha's dark brown eyes slowly focus on Bulma's fire sparked eyes. He gulps: she's mad. "Uhhh—"He slowly rises, or he would have if Bulma hadn't suddenly appeared over him and place her dainty foot in between his shoulder blades, causing him to slam back into the cement flooring.
"I asked you a question Yammy," Bulma's smile was sickly sweet as she uses her baby tone that, too, is too sweet to be safe.
"Mumph, mumj, mmph," Yamcha speaks into the floor, making an assortment of grunts and murmurs that cause the fox girl to walk out from behind 18 and Chi-Chi. She wanted to get a look at the "creature" that Bulma has at her mercy.
Blue eyes widen; the man has black spiky hair, olive colored skin, and is highly muscular. SAIYA-JIN her mind screams.
Bulma turns to look at the girl, who stands rapped in a white lab coat, her cold blue eyes stare hatefully at Yamcha and her [1] Kyoujaku starts to swirl around her in a lime green flames.
Chi-Chi's, and 18's eyes widen as they stare openly at the young woman before them. Her power is rising higher then nearly anything they've ever felt before which causes them to contemplate their position.
A series short piercing yips, harsh cold barks and a rumbling growl rip through the young one's throat. She was oblivious to everything but the man on the floor. *Cold ebony eyes stared deep into her own. "My dear little one," the cold voice chilled the air and froze the marrow in her bones, "You are mine at last." The cruel smirk on his face turned into a bone chilling, predatory grin. She stared sweating a cold sweat when---* A blast forms in her hands and she sends it straight at Yamcha. She curses his "Saiya-jin" ass for "following" her.
Much to her surprise he tries to block it and—well-- fails, which causes him to fly back, out the door, violently. His landing causes the ground to crack and the areas grass to be destroyed.
"Chi, take the girl and get her properly dressed! 18, come with me, we have to make sure that the cheating [2] Bakaku isn't dead," although she muttered under her breath that it wouldn't be a large loss if he was, causing Chi and 18 to smile evilly before they going their separate ways.
Chi-Chi grabs the shaking woman and leads her quickly to the largest building on the Capsule Corp. premises: the housing building.
The girl's eyes are wide as she looks around the soft painted entryway as they enter the building. The furniture has a rich, comfy and expensive look to them. The walls are lined with photos that grin back happily as Chi-Chi leads the woman down the hall to the room where she and 18 had been previously.
"I hope you like it, I quickly made it up for you this morning while you where in the tank. Yup, 18 sat here and..." The girl stops listening to Chi-Chi as she looks around the room. A small, sheepish smile graces her face as she yips softly in approval and thanks.
Chi-Chi grins and hurries the girl to the walk-in closet in the far right near the back of the room. "We have to find you something suitable to wear, the lab coat has to go!"
As Chi enters the closet to search the girl walks over to the beautifully made bed. She sits tentatively and smiles as she curls her legs up, beneath her. Her tail positions itself around her folded legs and she looks from the couch to the flowers, to the bed's pillows to the ceiling. Her attention soon turns back to the closet as Chi-Chi exits holding seven different hangers with seven different outfits.
"Come, come," Chi grins at the curious girl who's staring at her, " step behind screen, my dear and we'll fit you with something stylish." Chi- Chi winks before ushering the girl behind the changing screen.
***
Bulma's blue eyes stare heatedly at the man crumpled before her.
"YOU ASS!" The roar causes the few birds that where left after the crash to flee. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE!"
The man lets out a whimper of pain as he stares into his, though he hates to emit it, ex. "I—uh—"
Yamcha is yanked to his feet as Bulma grabs the collar of his shirt. Hoisting him so he is level with her she snarls low in her throat, "when I saw your two-timing, sorry excuse for an ass seducing that overly bosomed ditz of a blonde I CUT all contact. Remember!"
Yamcha's face has gone a pasty white and his attempt on words has become a mere gurgle in the back of his throat. His arms hang limply at his sides and drool starts to appear at the side of his mouth—he's suffocating.
Bulma snorts in disgust and tosses his insufficient body away from her. He hits the ground and gasps for the air that Bulma's slowly tightening hand had refused him.
"What do you want me to do with him?" 18's monotone gives away no feelings although her eyes do. Yamcha had landed near her feet and now she was staring down at him with wicked humor and promises of pain dancing in her ice eyes.
"I don't know," Bulma turns and heads to the main building but the rest of the sentence floats to 18's and Yamcha's ears, "but have fun—"
18 grins maliciously and cracks her knuckles. Yamcha blanches, gulps and whispers a silent, urgent prayer to Kami as she bares down on him.
***
King Vegeta stares out the thick glass window that was the only separation between him—and the cold clutches of space.
"Your Majesty?"
The King's cold ebony eyes turn and meet another pair of ebony eyes. A small humorless smirk graces the King's chiseled face. "Ah Kakarot," his eyes move over to meet the glaze of the ebony eyes of the other Saiya-jin, "and Krillin, I'm pleased you could join me at such short notice."
The two men throw their left fist over their right heart before rising from their kneeling position. They slowly approach and stand next to their King, staring out the window also.
Vegeta quickly looks over his "body-guards". Kakarot's hair is the traditional raven black and the infamous Saiya-jin style to stick up all over the place. He is wearing his elite Saiya-jin armor, which reviles his powerful arms and legs. His height is near that of 6'4" and he holds himself in the proud stance of being one of the few close to, and trusted by, Vegeta. Krillin, on the other hand, is around the height of 5'0" and has no hair to speak of. He has the ebony eyes of his specie and he wears the Saiya-jin elite armor that shows off his deadly strong limbs. He, too, stands proud beside Vegeta. Both men have their brown tails rapped loosely around their waists.
"I got a message from Jade," the King finally states causing the two men to look at him. Both knew what the Captain of the Elite and Vegeta's right hand man's job had been.
"Was he successful?" The question hangs heavily in the air.
The King smirks coldly and closes his eyes as a murderous chuckle slips though his lips. "He is not amused with her."
The other men nod and stare out the window once more.
Krillin's eyes harden, "at least he knows his mate is—obtainable." Small feeling less smiles creep over his and Kakarot's lips.
"Don't worry my men," Vegeta's voice holds a hint of knowing, "I have a feeling we'll be uncovering our hidden mates—soon."
A lone pod shots towards their "mother-ship" and Vegeta turns on his heels with Krillin and Kakarot at his sides. They move smoothly out the door to the docking bay, to a wait the return of one of their own.
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Translations
[1] Power; Strength
[2] Horsehide (insult)
[3] Protector ~~~~
Keelin: *sneaks around looking for a place to hide*
Yamcha: *storms in* What the HELL where you thinking!
Keelin: * stops searching and stares confused* Huh? Well I didn't want him to kill--
Yamcha: No you tailed freak! Making Bulma stronger than me! I'm the strongest MAN IN THE WORLD!!
Keelin: * stares wide eyed and whispers with a pout* Tailed freak?
Yamcha: *doesn't hear her* You made me into a WEAKLING!
Keelin: * bottom lip trembles* Tailed freak?
Yamcha: *glares at her then smirks seeing he was once more dominate* See here Woman *he spits the word out in a degrading way* you will make me the dominating force in this story when it comes to me and Bulma *He grabs her shoulders* got it?!
Jade: *enters with a bang* MESUNOKITSUNE! YOU CAN'T-- *sees Yamcha gripping Keelin and Keelin's tearing eyes. Growls fiercely*
Yamcha: *looks up from the woman before him and sees the murderous Jade* Eep!
Keelin: * Looks up and sees Jade and yells* [3] BOUGU!
Jade: *stares at Keelin in shock before ripping Yamcha from her and blasting him to the next dimension* Now, my—
Keelin: *interrupts by hugging him tightly around the waist* Bougu—bougu—
Jade: *stares wide eyed down at the woman clinging to him before rapping his arms tightly around her* What did he do to make you passive my Mesunokitsune?
Keelin:* looks up at Jade with big eyes* He called me a *sob* TAILED FREAK!
Jade: *looks murderous* get me the Dragon Balls so I can wish him back and kill—
Keelin: *Rubs cheek against his chest*
Jade: *holds back a moan* Woman—if you keep this up you'll have to change the ratings to "R"
Keelin: *smirks* I was planning to, but my dear Saiya-jin you're not supposed to be here *pulls away*
Jade: *stares at her in shock before sparkles start to fall around him*
Keelin: *Kisses his open mouth* See you later my strong Bougu.
Jade: *disappears in a state of shock*
Keelin: *grins cunningly* Now he won't kill me when we met up again—although I should probably still hide I don't know how a *cough* aroused Saiya-jin acts *blush*
Readers: *blink blink then they start to smirk and clap and whistle* Go Fox lady! Bag that Saiya-jin! Make him scream! Ride him hard!
Keelin: AHH! *Runs from the room blushing furiously*
(Please forgive me but I'm going to up this story to "R" because of future violence and sexual contact)
~~~~ Review Please
~~~~ Lil Chi- I wanna thank you for Reviewing! You were my one and only *teehee* I tried to write you but my computer went crazy on me so I'll just publicly thank you (a-hum) THANK YOU! (Elbows Jade* Wa? Oh, yeah, thanks :mumbles: I guess---) *sighs* At least it was something ~_^! ~~~~
*...*= Flashback
****= Change in scene
Chapter Three: Yamcha you Bakaku and "Body Guards"
~~~~
*Previously*
She smiles faintly and yips again before being swept away into the oblivious world of sleep. The translation to her yips was, unknown to the three, Goddesses.
"And" Yes, he was the new King and he would find her and when he did... evil cackling filled the ship to slowly pour into space.
"Yes..." ~~~~
Bulma's eyes are focused on a vile full of a deep crimson liquid when a rogue strand of hair makes itself known. Slowly her eyes narrow in on it and a frustrated growl rumbles in the back of her throat.
"THAT'S IT!" She screams as she places the vile in its holder while standing up fully. "Your going down," she cackles evilly.
In one quick movement she pulls the hair tie out of her hair letting all her aquamarine tresses glide down her shoulders, joining the evil rogue one in front of her face. With maniacal laughter she scoops up all her hair and reties it in her ponytail.
"WHAHAHAHA! And YOU thought you could get the better of Bulma Bloomer Briefs!" she strikes a pose with her fists on her hips, legs shoulder width apart with her nose in the air accompanied by a HUGE victorious grin planted firmly on her face. She, after about 30 seconds of just standing there, turns around, sits down and picks up the vile again.
She then turns to the computer sitting beside her and starts to type furiously.
"Blood type: unknown, Breed: Alien, Chromosome number: --" her voice trails off as she adds information into her database about the girl. A small yip causes her eyes to snap from the computer to the Tank.
Within the girl floats, but Bulma notices something new: 1) the Tank's nearly finished and 2) the GIRLS AWAKE!
Bulma leaps from the chair and hurries over to the Tank to check the settings and to comfort the girl if she suddenly starts to panic. The setting—correct, the girl—not panicking, Bulma lets out a breath, grabs a chair and seats herself in front of the girl. The girl's eyes, Bulma notices, are deep blue much like 18's and her own. Her hair though, floating softly around her, is the strangest coloring she'd ever seen which was a big thing since her own was naturally cerulean blue.
The girl focuses on Bulma before smiling and giving a few yips. She then proceeds to examine the tank in which she is located. She slides her hands over the glass window before playing with the facemask. She starts to take it off, much to Bulma's distress.
"NO! Don't do that!!" Bulma leaps to her feet and, in a flash, is in front of the Tank.
The girl, however, doesn't listen and takes it off. She then figures out it's her air supplier and quickly places it on again. Bulma relaxes a bit and then seats herself back in her chair. The girl then starts to swoosh back and forth, playing with the goo.
Suddenly the red light above the Tank flashes indicating that the Tank is finished, which triggers the draining process. The girl's eyes widen as the goo starts to drain, as it goes down so does she. She slides down the seat before the goo leaves her head, trying to stay submersed. Bulma watches with a giggle as the girl squeezes herself in the very bottom of the tank even though all the healing liquid has finished draining.
With a hiss the glass window opens allowing passage from the tank to the lab. Bulma stands with a towel and helps the girl stand up, she's shivering and looking around quickly.
"Come, come," Bulma says comfortingly, "lets get you dried off and clothed shall we?" She then takes the fluffy towel and starts to dry the naked girl before her in a motherly fashion. The girl, in turn, looks curiously around the sterile lab.
With a bang the lab door opens and a man walks in, "BULMA, I'M BA—" he trails off as he sees Bulma whip around and glare viciously at him while she jumps in front of the naked girl trying to block his view of the poor dear.
"YAMCHA! GET OUT!!" Her screech causes him to quickly cover his ears and close his eyes tight.
*****
18's emotional-less blue eyes watch Chi-Chi bustle about the guestroom from the safety of the red leathered couch.
"What sheets do you think she'd like? These red silk ones or white silk ones?" Chi-Chi asks 18 without turning to look at her.
"Uh--" 18 watches as Chi-Chi sheets the bed in white. She then rolls her eyes she should have guessed that Chi really didn't care for her opinion anyway.
"I wonder how the girl's coming," Chi-Chi mutters as she pulls the deep green comforter over the jade colored pillows.
"Bulma's last message said no change and that she was amazed by some of the test results," 18 states in monotone as she pick up the nail file and turns half her attention to her nails.
"Oh? What kind of results?" Chi-Chi asks curiously as she starts to put the hunter green pillows with crimson embroidery in a decorative order on the newly made bed.
"Um—well it turns out her genetic make up is much like that of a fox. While Bulma believes we evolved from the Primate Family she is quite convinced that this young lady evolved from creatures much like that of the Vulpes Family," 18 states dully as she puts down the file and picks up the buffer.
"The what family?" Chi-Chi asks turning to put a vase of white roses on the bedside table.
18 rolls her eyes, "The Fox Family."
"Oh—why didn't you say so? Well I guess that would explain the ears and tail now wouldn't it. I wonder if she'll let me brush her," Chi-Chi titters as she straightens the curtains. "Now, I do believe the poor thing will be starved when she emerges from the Regeneration Tank, don't you think?"
But before 18 can answer Chi glides out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. 18, once more, rolls her eyes as she grabs things and leisurely follows in Chi-Chi's wake.
As 18 enters the kitchen she is met head on with a spatula. CONK! "CHI-CHI! What the heck was THAT for?!!" 18 rubs her forehead and glares at her friend. Her glare soon turns into open-mouthed stare as she sees the sight before her.
Chi-Chi's ebony hair was—well—gone. She is wearing an apron that has "KISS THE COOK" printed across the front and a giant, white chef hat. In her apron pocket a stirring spoon is sticking out and her face has streaks of flour, sauce and other things.
"Hey, 18! I am looking from my cooking spoon... have you seen it?" Chi- Chi's eyes are sparkling; she was in her element.
18 stares before pointing at her apron. Chi-Chi looks down and low- and-behold there's her spoon.
"Teehee, I knew that—"Chi-Chi grins sheepishly before turning back to the bubbling water, marinara sauce from scratch and fresh homemade bread.
"Chi I have two questions— one: how the heck did you do all this in the few seconds we where apart and two: what the hell happened to your hair?" 18 asks cautiously as she stares at Chi-Chi's head.
"Huh? Oh—"she takes off her hat with reveals her hair was in a bun under it and states with a smile, "It's easier to cook when my hair is out of my face to answer you second question. To answer you first I—"A sharp scream cut Chi-Chi off and in a flash both girls where out the back door and high-tailing it to the lab where Bulma and the mystery girl where located.
"BULMA! WHAT'S—IEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Chi-Chi screams as she trips over the cowering Yamcha.
18 stands there and stares as she takes in the site before her. Yamcha cowering on the floor with Chi-Chi lying on the floor before him and then sees Bulma standing in front of the shaking girl. Her mouth drops.
"YAMCHA!!" Both Chi-Chi and 18 yell running over to aid Bulma.
Bulma finds herself flanked by 18 while Chi takes it upon herself to quickly finish drying the young woman and rap her in a spare lab coat.
18 and Bulma glare heatedly at the young man sprawled over the lab's floor. He is dazed that much is for certain.
"Yamcha," Bulma's voice is deadly calm.
18 smirks, as the saying goes, it's always calm before the storm. Bulma continues, "what has brought you here on this fine day?"
Yamcha's dark brown eyes slowly focus on Bulma's fire sparked eyes. He gulps: she's mad. "Uhhh—"He slowly rises, or he would have if Bulma hadn't suddenly appeared over him and place her dainty foot in between his shoulder blades, causing him to slam back into the cement flooring.
"I asked you a question Yammy," Bulma's smile was sickly sweet as she uses her baby tone that, too, is too sweet to be safe.
"Mumph, mumj, mmph," Yamcha speaks into the floor, making an assortment of grunts and murmurs that cause the fox girl to walk out from behind 18 and Chi-Chi. She wanted to get a look at the "creature" that Bulma has at her mercy.
Blue eyes widen; the man has black spiky hair, olive colored skin, and is highly muscular. SAIYA-JIN her mind screams.
Bulma turns to look at the girl, who stands rapped in a white lab coat, her cold blue eyes stare hatefully at Yamcha and her [1] Kyoujaku starts to swirl around her in a lime green flames.
Chi-Chi's, and 18's eyes widen as they stare openly at the young woman before them. Her power is rising higher then nearly anything they've ever felt before which causes them to contemplate their position.
A series short piercing yips, harsh cold barks and a rumbling growl rip through the young one's throat. She was oblivious to everything but the man on the floor. *Cold ebony eyes stared deep into her own. "My dear little one," the cold voice chilled the air and froze the marrow in her bones, "You are mine at last." The cruel smirk on his face turned into a bone chilling, predatory grin. She stared sweating a cold sweat when---* A blast forms in her hands and she sends it straight at Yamcha. She curses his "Saiya-jin" ass for "following" her.
Much to her surprise he tries to block it and—well-- fails, which causes him to fly back, out the door, violently. His landing causes the ground to crack and the areas grass to be destroyed.
"Chi, take the girl and get her properly dressed! 18, come with me, we have to make sure that the cheating [2] Bakaku isn't dead," although she muttered under her breath that it wouldn't be a large loss if he was, causing Chi and 18 to smile evilly before they going their separate ways.
Chi-Chi grabs the shaking woman and leads her quickly to the largest building on the Capsule Corp. premises: the housing building.
The girl's eyes are wide as she looks around the soft painted entryway as they enter the building. The furniture has a rich, comfy and expensive look to them. The walls are lined with photos that grin back happily as Chi-Chi leads the woman down the hall to the room where she and 18 had been previously.
"I hope you like it, I quickly made it up for you this morning while you where in the tank. Yup, 18 sat here and..." The girl stops listening to Chi-Chi as she looks around the room. A small, sheepish smile graces her face as she yips softly in approval and thanks.
Chi-Chi grins and hurries the girl to the walk-in closet in the far right near the back of the room. "We have to find you something suitable to wear, the lab coat has to go!"
As Chi enters the closet to search the girl walks over to the beautifully made bed. She sits tentatively and smiles as she curls her legs up, beneath her. Her tail positions itself around her folded legs and she looks from the couch to the flowers, to the bed's pillows to the ceiling. Her attention soon turns back to the closet as Chi-Chi exits holding seven different hangers with seven different outfits.
"Come, come," Chi grins at the curious girl who's staring at her, " step behind screen, my dear and we'll fit you with something stylish." Chi- Chi winks before ushering the girl behind the changing screen.
***
Bulma's blue eyes stare heatedly at the man crumpled before her.
"YOU ASS!" The roar causes the few birds that where left after the crash to flee. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE!"
The man lets out a whimper of pain as he stares into his, though he hates to emit it, ex. "I—uh—"
Yamcha is yanked to his feet as Bulma grabs the collar of his shirt. Hoisting him so he is level with her she snarls low in her throat, "when I saw your two-timing, sorry excuse for an ass seducing that overly bosomed ditz of a blonde I CUT all contact. Remember!"
Yamcha's face has gone a pasty white and his attempt on words has become a mere gurgle in the back of his throat. His arms hang limply at his sides and drool starts to appear at the side of his mouth—he's suffocating.
Bulma snorts in disgust and tosses his insufficient body away from her. He hits the ground and gasps for the air that Bulma's slowly tightening hand had refused him.
"What do you want me to do with him?" 18's monotone gives away no feelings although her eyes do. Yamcha had landed near her feet and now she was staring down at him with wicked humor and promises of pain dancing in her ice eyes.
"I don't know," Bulma turns and heads to the main building but the rest of the sentence floats to 18's and Yamcha's ears, "but have fun—"
18 grins maliciously and cracks her knuckles. Yamcha blanches, gulps and whispers a silent, urgent prayer to Kami as she bares down on him.
***
King Vegeta stares out the thick glass window that was the only separation between him—and the cold clutches of space.
"Your Majesty?"
The King's cold ebony eyes turn and meet another pair of ebony eyes. A small humorless smirk graces the King's chiseled face. "Ah Kakarot," his eyes move over to meet the glaze of the ebony eyes of the other Saiya-jin, "and Krillin, I'm pleased you could join me at such short notice."
The two men throw their left fist over their right heart before rising from their kneeling position. They slowly approach and stand next to their King, staring out the window also.
Vegeta quickly looks over his "body-guards". Kakarot's hair is the traditional raven black and the infamous Saiya-jin style to stick up all over the place. He is wearing his elite Saiya-jin armor, which reviles his powerful arms and legs. His height is near that of 6'4" and he holds himself in the proud stance of being one of the few close to, and trusted by, Vegeta. Krillin, on the other hand, is around the height of 5'0" and has no hair to speak of. He has the ebony eyes of his specie and he wears the Saiya-jin elite armor that shows off his deadly strong limbs. He, too, stands proud beside Vegeta. Both men have their brown tails rapped loosely around their waists.
"I got a message from Jade," the King finally states causing the two men to look at him. Both knew what the Captain of the Elite and Vegeta's right hand man's job had been.
"Was he successful?" The question hangs heavily in the air.
The King smirks coldly and closes his eyes as a murderous chuckle slips though his lips. "He is not amused with her."
The other men nod and stare out the window once more.
Krillin's eyes harden, "at least he knows his mate is—obtainable." Small feeling less smiles creep over his and Kakarot's lips.
"Don't worry my men," Vegeta's voice holds a hint of knowing, "I have a feeling we'll be uncovering our hidden mates—soon."
A lone pod shots towards their "mother-ship" and Vegeta turns on his heels with Krillin and Kakarot at his sides. They move smoothly out the door to the docking bay, to a wait the return of one of their own.
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Translations
[1] Power; Strength
[2] Horsehide (insult)
[3] Protector ~~~~
Keelin: *sneaks around looking for a place to hide*
Yamcha: *storms in* What the HELL where you thinking!
Keelin: * stops searching and stares confused* Huh? Well I didn't want him to kill--
Yamcha: No you tailed freak! Making Bulma stronger than me! I'm the strongest MAN IN THE WORLD!!
Keelin: * stares wide eyed and whispers with a pout* Tailed freak?
Yamcha: *doesn't hear her* You made me into a WEAKLING!
Keelin: * bottom lip trembles* Tailed freak?
Yamcha: *glares at her then smirks seeing he was once more dominate* See here Woman *he spits the word out in a degrading way* you will make me the dominating force in this story when it comes to me and Bulma *He grabs her shoulders* got it?!
Jade: *enters with a bang* MESUNOKITSUNE! YOU CAN'T-- *sees Yamcha gripping Keelin and Keelin's tearing eyes. Growls fiercely*
Yamcha: *looks up from the woman before him and sees the murderous Jade* Eep!
Keelin: * Looks up and sees Jade and yells* [3] BOUGU!
Jade: *stares at Keelin in shock before ripping Yamcha from her and blasting him to the next dimension* Now, my—
Keelin: *interrupts by hugging him tightly around the waist* Bougu—bougu—
Jade: *stares wide eyed down at the woman clinging to him before rapping his arms tightly around her* What did he do to make you passive my Mesunokitsune?
Keelin:* looks up at Jade with big eyes* He called me a *sob* TAILED FREAK!
Jade: *looks murderous* get me the Dragon Balls so I can wish him back and kill—
Keelin: *Rubs cheek against his chest*
Jade: *holds back a moan* Woman—if you keep this up you'll have to change the ratings to "R"
Keelin: *smirks* I was planning to, but my dear Saiya-jin you're not supposed to be here *pulls away*
Jade: *stares at her in shock before sparkles start to fall around him*
Keelin: *Kisses his open mouth* See you later my strong Bougu.
Jade: *disappears in a state of shock*
Keelin: *grins cunningly* Now he won't kill me when we met up again—although I should probably still hide I don't know how a *cough* aroused Saiya-jin acts *blush*
Readers: *blink blink then they start to smirk and clap and whistle* Go Fox lady! Bag that Saiya-jin! Make him scream! Ride him hard!
Keelin: AHH! *Runs from the room blushing furiously*
(Please forgive me but I'm going to up this story to "R" because of future violence and sexual contact)
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