"Hey Elery im heading out you coming?" Bulma calls out to me as I am in the training room trying to train.
"Where are you going?" Curious, I question her.
"Roshi's apparently it's important." She shrugs.
"Will there be food?" I enquire.
"Probably." Bulma shrugs.
"I'm in." I nod as I follow Bulma preparing for this day out to kame house.
"What is this!?" Roaring, Bulma demands from the old man. I make my way over to the kitchen counter, opening the fridge to find some food. Calmly, I take a seat watching the scene play out as I munch on the food at hand. "You don't have to get so angry!" Feebly, the old man cries out. "How can I not be angry about this!?" Bulma scoffs.
"Yeah! Really, this ain't funny! We pulled Gohan-chan away from studying to fly here, you know!" Chichi, the wife of Kakarrot screams.
"How can you do this to us? What part of turtle's birthday are you calling the emergency situation!?" Bulma demands as my ears perk up at the sound of footsteps making my blues narrow at the smiling Gohan.
"Elery!" Brightly, he smiles attempting to join my side, but struggling with the chair. Tiredly, I grab the kid by his shirt collar dragging him on the seat next to me, making him smile shyly appreciating the aid as I continue munching on my food, watching the scene continue.
"Well, given he's turning 1000, we can't just let it go! And well, I forgot all about it until this morning, so getting ready for it has been a real struggle!" The old man cries out only then for the creak of the door to announce, the turtle of topic.
"Oh, everyone, I'm so touched that you would trouble yourselves to gather together here today on my behalf! I am so truly blessed to have such good friends!" Surprised, I stare at the turtle doing that liquid eye thing too.
"Even turtles do that…?" I mutter surprise evident in my tone earning a small chuckle from Gohan who nods.
"Everyone does haven't you?" Gohan questions me making me go silent at the brief memory of my mother's vicious stern strikes for acting weak, never having the option to do such a weak action.
"Cheers!" Loudly, the gang cheer doing these strange customs for a party as I remain quiet, simply observing them drinking their drinks, to my surprise the boy, Yamcha approaches.
"Here," He passes me a drink which I calmly take, my eyes narrowing at it.
"Relax it isn't poison." Jokingly, he assures me.
"Considering I killed you I don't really know." Bluntly, I remind him.
"Hey thanks to you I got stronger!" Brightly, he grins.
"Right… " Warily, I watch the fool turn his back as swiftly, I dump the liquid of poison into the sink, surprised to not hear the faint hiss of metal melting or smell the stench of said result, still it could be a different poison for all I know.
Yeah don't think much about it, Chichi tells the turtle gawking at the fiery flames of the quarter cake set aflame. "This is a bit hot, isn't it? Thank you very much!" Nervously, he sweat drops from the heat. "Turtle, congratulations on your 1000th birthday! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!" The others chant as I watch frowning as Yamcha passes me what they call a party popper, my eyes narrowed at the weapon as I watch the others pull their chords me following only to blink as I'm greeted by a brief scent of gunpowder, my eyes wide blinking owlishly at the strings and threads of rainbow hitting me in the face as Yamcha chuckels, giggling reaching out to take the strands off as I furrow my brow.
"You know that was a pretty cute expression you pulled off there," Cheekily, Yamcha winks as I frown.
"What was the point in that?" Puzzled, I question.
"It's to surprise him, celebrate the day," Animatedly, he smiles as I furrow my brow still lost.
"Come on you've had birthdays, right?" Confidently, Yamcha smiles at me only to falter when seeing my neutral expression.
"No…we had Frieza day…" I bring up.
"Right…we got to celebrate your birthday when is it?" Eagerly, he decides.
"I don't know." Bluntly, I answer.
"Seriously? Dude that's…" Saddened, he deflates like a balloon puzzling me.
"Oh, Krillin!" Everyone greets baldy as I take a sip out of my drink.
"Hi, everybody!" Brightly, Blady greets us.
"Hi, Yamcha!" Flirtatiously, the girl by his side winks as my eyes widen doing a double take, stunned, she looks just like Bulma don't tell me…
"Hi!" Nervously, Yamcha smiles, a ruby red hue to his cheeks.
"Why, you!" Bulma seethes glaring at her for making a move on her boyfriend if that's the right term? I don't quite understand the mating cycles of humans.
"Why are you all here?" Baldy questions.
"What a big cake!" Excited, blueberry gushes.
"Oh, no! It's still much too early to be giving us cake! And how did you know?" Happily, Krillin smiles.
"You don't mean, you two are getting married?" Shocked, Bulma gawks.
"Nah, we haven't formalized anything yet, but Maron-chan keeps saying these things!" Nervously, Krillin laughs.
"Way to go, Krillin!" Yamcha cheers.
"How nice for you!" Puar praises.
"Well, didn't we do nicely for ourselves?" Snidely, the pig remarks.
"I hope you turn out as good a bride as I have!" Proudly, Chichi crosses her arms.
"This won't do, Krillin! As your master, I have not yet given my permission! You mean! I see no other choice! If you want my permission! I'll need one round of pafu-pafu with Maron-chan!" The old man pervy guy approaches ready to fondle the girl only to be met by Bulma's fist knocking him into the wall.
"Turtle-chan, how cute!" Oblivious, Marron kneels down to the turtle as I lean over to Bulma.
"Bulma you never told me humans had classes either." I whisper.
"Classes?" Confused, Bulma furrows her brow.
"In the Saiyan race 3rd class well the lower classes tend to resemble one another more. I mean that Maron girl and you must be of the same social class." I explain to her.
"Please as if that dumb blonde knows anything like I do." Insulted, Bulma sneers.
"Then why does she look so much like you?" I furrow my brow.
"I don't know the doppelganger effect!" Bulma huffs.
"It's creepy or is that just me?" I ponder.
"No, it is creepy." Bulma confirms.
"I'm bored! Hey, Yamcha, take me to the city for some shopping?" Whining, the gold digger approaches, teasingly touching Yamaha reading a magazine as I sit on the chair, eating the remains of the cake, since no one else will.
"Well, you see!" Nervously, Yamcha laughs glancing at me, oddly gesturing with his eyes for aid as I frown, deciding to ignore him, to eat the cake and then go out to train.
"Hold on, now, are you sure you're serious about Krillin?!" Fed up, Bulma confronts the girl.
"Maron doesn't know!" She whines clinging to Yamcha's side.
"Why are you speaking in the third person?" I question lost to her stupidity.
"That doesn't matter Elery come on doesn't he piss you off!?" Seething, Bulma questions me.
"Not really." I shrug.
"Our friend…" Bulma begins.
"Hold up, making a lot of assumptions there." I point out.
"Wait a minute you're the one who hurt my Goku and Gohan! Gohan stay away from that beast!" Chichi roars at him.
"No mom! Miss Elery helped save the world with me when that black mist hit!" Gohan comes to my defence.
"She did?" Surprised, I hear the others remark surprised.
"You did?" Chichi turns to face me but I remain silent simply eating.
"Eurgh…urgh! You don't know? Of all the!" Seething, Bulma begins.
"She's right! To get married, you have to have what it takes for keepin' house and raising chidren, like I do! You can't be gettin' married with half-hearted feelings!" Chichi cuts her off fuming as I watch enjoying the show.
"You middle aged ladies crack me up!" Giggling, Marron laughs at them.
"Middle aged? She might be one, but not me!" Screaming, the two chorus pointing at each other.
"What did you say!? I'm younger than you are!" Chichi roars back.
"I'm not the one who looks house-worn!" Bulma fires back.
"I do not look like I'm house-worn! I am a lovey, lovey housewife!" Chichi declares as I snicker smirking amused by the fight about to break out while the boys shrink back scared.
"Huh is this a part of birthday parties?" Curious, I question Yamcha looking up at me.
"Um no…" Yamcha tells me as I feel a seed of disappointment hit me.
"Shame this is too entertaining!" Cackling, I laugh grinning from ear to ear, relishing the drama unfurling before me unaware of a shock pair of onyx hues watching me.
Sweating, I exit the training room, deciding to head for a drink as I approach the kitchen, my blues narrowing as I lean over, opening to find the options. I find a bottle of water, taking it. My eyes narrow when Bulma's mother hassles me once more about refreshments only to show my drink swiftly silencing her. I wonder if she has eyes? Who knows with this family? I glance at my attire consisting of loose sweating bottoms, jogging bottoms revealing my bare feet as I feel my tail gently brush against the bare nape of my neck, moving about as my fingerless leather gloves reach out of the bottle, placing it on the counter as I adjust the fitness of the gloves. I adjust my crop top, having done about four hours straight of missing the laser robots, Brief made for me to deflect the blasts while planning my own traps, improving upon them. I hear the click of the fridge door closing only then for my ears to hear the sound of the conversation outside.
"You know I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back." Fondly, I hear Bulma reminisce making me grimace in disgust.
"What? Vegeta!? You dreamt about him?" Shocked, Yamcha gawks.
"You know he was actually pretty nice to me in the dream and a good kisser too." Slyly, Bulma smiles.
"What you kissed him!?" Yamcha stands out from his chair.
"What? It was just a dream Yamcha." Bulma waves his anger off.
"You poor sap you're jealous aren't you admit it!?" Teasingly, Oolong, the pig tells him.
"Right…" Scoffing, Yamcha mutters, pouting no doubt.
"Well look who decides to join us?" Teasingly, Bulma smiles at me as I make my way out joining them on the balcony leaning on the railing, furrowing my brow at the gawking group.
"I'm not joining you." Coldly, I point out, crossing my arms out.
"Come on training again you need a break too you know…" Bulma points out smiling at me.
"I'm fine." Abruptly, I argue.
"Honestly if you're not training, you're eating maybe you should get a hobby. I mean I need to get you some new clothes I mean what's with the crop top?" Curious, Bulma questions.
"Crop top? Wow how flat is your chest hah!" Oolong blurts out earning a few scared looks as Bulma glares at him.
"Oolong you pervert!" Annoyed, she raises her fist as I stop her surprising them.
"And that's a problem?" I question perplexed.
"Well you know…" Oolong gestures.
"It helps me not get in the way of my fighting. Most female Saiyan elites are adapted with this." I argue making the group blink blankly at my response which I return as lost as them, only for different reasons.
"Oh, come on what about guys, guys don't like flat chested girls." Oolong points out.
"And I should care why?" I frown.
"Well come on you're the last of your race, you got a lot riding on you to carry down the Saiyan gene don't ya?" Oolong explains as I scoff.
"And you think I would carry it down to some filthy human? Please my people's bloodline would rather die out pure than some halfblooded diluted abomination." Disgusted, I sneer at the thought of blemishing my blood.
"Hey Elery can I ask you something?" Curious, Bulma asks me.
"What?" I mutter taking as ip of my bottled water.
"You and Vegeta are you guys together?" Bulma asks me earning a spit take from Yamcha and Puar to go all worry mode for the guy.
"God no." Repulsed, I shake my head at the thought.
"H-Huh?" Surprised, the group respond.
"Where the hell did you get that idea from?" Baffled, I question her noting the faint relief in Bulma's eyes.
"Well I mean you guys seem to be close." Bulma glances to the side.
"Yes he's more like the annoying little brother you want to bash their face into a wall sort of thing…" Tiredly, I try to compare.
"Right…so you're not…" Bulma trails off.
"No." Sternly, I answer.
"You know El we should get you some new clothes!" Bulma gasps.
"Do what you want I don't care." I mutter turning to leave to return to training.
"Come on you need to wear normal clothes and mine don't really fit you well considering your short frame, maybe Yamcha could take you?" Bulma suggests.
"What?" Yamcha stands up from his chair as I frown at the wreck, such a pitiful creature, it's sad honestly mutts like him should be put down.
"You really want him out of your hair don't you?" Bluntly, I deadpan making Yamcha flinch.
"Come on, treat yourself here! You can use my credit card." Animatedly, Bulma gushes.
"I really don't need it." I state.
"Come on, you need a new makeover I mean the hair for once." Cheekily, Bulma reaches out for my hair only to receive the harsh flick of my hand hitting hers back making her pout, that's when I note her new attire of her hair kept back by a bandana of navy blue making her blue locks turn frizzy afro like as she wears a ruby red stripped orange dress matching the orange vest she wears, wearing partially more make up then I last saw her as I furrow my brow, she looked nicer before.
"The hair stays, a true Saiyan keeps their hair as it was when we were born." Proudly, I tell her.
"Okay…" She leans back.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Yamcha huffs pouting as I furrow my brow at the practically teen trapped inside an adult's body.
"Come on she's bound to get lost." Oolong adds.
"Come on Yamcha it'll be fun!" Puar encourages as I furrow my brow at the two, they do know I'm the one that killed him...right?
"I'm not that useless. I am far more capable than most of you." I remind them sternly.
"With that attitude I refuse." Huffing, Yamcha crosses his arms as I frown.
"Do what you want I don't care I'm going back to training…" I mutter taking another sip of my drink and heading back inside only then to hear the clatter of the chair.
"H-Hold up!" Yamcha calls out chasing after her.
Loudly, the busy streets of the city breeze in my ears, my brow furrowed at the numerous crowds of people walking past. I adjust my leather gloves, glancing to the side at Yamcha carrying my bags, casually sipping a smoothie I had ordered prior with him, quietly listening to him talk about his bandit days and such, which are idly interesting I'll give him that but still.
"You know I thought you'd buy a lot more," Yamcha's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I glance at him, seeing his smile of relief and almost amazement at the simple two bags in either of his hand.
"I only need what is necessary." Simply, I state the fact, my brow furrowed, I need to get more tape bandages for training.
"You know most girls would have a mountain of clothes." Chuckling, Yamcha smiles.
"I didn't need a mountain I just needed what was necessary." Firmly, I repeat once more.
"Huh so you're a more of a practical present gal," Yamcha gathers.
"I suppose. What is it?" I nod only then to notice him gazing into some jewel store confusing me when seeing his lingering gaze on the jewels then me as the weirdo abruptly stands up, jolting up smiling and releasing a nervous chuckle, noting the beads of sweat down his trembling features as he goes ruby red briefly, baffling me. Humans are just a bundle of emotions, how annoying.
"I thought you would want like those fancy jewels or necklaces and stuff over there," Nervously, Yamcha smiles as I furrow my brow at the jewels, what on earth could I do with some simple bead of pearls, nothing but look gaudy and stupid.
"Hmm…I suppose it would give my punches an extra punch…" I mutter more to myself at the thought of them being knuckle braces in a sense, adding more to the punch alongside the idea of causing some sorts of cuts from the metal outline of the ring but the necklace not really. Unless I could use it to strangle my foe but then again wire would be more useful and fun to use then some smooth thread.
"That's not what I meant." Yamcha sighs shaking his head.
"A stadium?" Bored, I turn away brow arched at the stadium before us, could this be where they host tournaments and battles? Intrigued, I quirk my head to the side eager to explore it.
"Oh yeah that's where I play baseball!" Brightly, Yamcha smiles stepping forward.
"Baseball?" I turn to him lost to the title.
"Yeah it's a sport, I'm a part of this team see, I'll show you," Excited, he smiles a gleam in his eye at the thought.
"Alright. Let's see this baseball…" I mutter bored turning to the side smirking slightly at his cute reaction practically glowing, wait did I just…? No, I didn't, no I didn't, No I didn't.
"See that batter over there is…" Giddy, he explains to me as we stand out of the cage, him animatedly explaining the sport to me as I simply watch his reactions finding them amusing.
"So basically, you hit the ball in order to get a homerun." I simplify.
"Well that's how most people hope to do it. To get the most points yeah…" Nervously, he sighs deflating almost seeming to be embarrassed by his job.
"YAMCHA!" Loudly the shrill screech of voices makes him flinch as I turn to see numerous girls hearts flying out of them as he freezes on the spot, almost terrified by them as I see his look of confliction, eh not my problem.
"Oh no…" He whispers shaking.
"Someone's popular". I point out blankly at the approaching horde.
"Yeah well…" Nervously, he smiles taking a few shay steps back.
"You have fun with them I'll go on ahead." I mutter deciding not to involve myself wanting to get back to train as I take my bags.
"H-Huh?" Puzzled, he turns to me.
"You want to spend time with them, don't you?" I argue.
"Well not really, I mean the attention is nice and all but…" Tiredly, he sighs over reacting as he lurches over.
"I'll head back." I mutter turning to leave once more.
"No! I mean I just well I think I'd rather spend time with you!" Pathetically, he whimpers ruby red-faced staring at me, flushing in shame as I frown at the weirdo.
"With the person that killed you. Are you a masochist or something?" Bluntly, I deadpan making him flinch back as though a ki blast has impaled him in the side as he staggers back cradling his chest.
"I mean…look I just, you saved us okay? I mean you can't be as bad as Vegeta," Ineffectually, he smiles more likely reasoning and satisfying to himself than me as I frown at the weirdo.
"Like I've said I'm worse." Bleakly, I tell him a sadistic smirk crossing my features making him shiver.
"Well I don't believe that." Defiantly, he pouts hands on hips as I sweat drop at the idiot.
"More like you don't have brain cells. I killed you I could have killed you all." Menacingly, I point out.
"Then why didn't you?" He challenges smirking smugly.
"Where would the fun be in just killing you all?" I shrug open armed my bags dangling down.
"I don't think you will." Cockily, he smirks.
"And what's that?" I ponder.
"Cause you like us." Teasingly, he leans in smirking smugly.
"I really don't." I mutter flicking his nose making him whine.
"Try to hide it but you can't hide it from me," He mutters out grimacing.
"Like how you can't hide from that mob." Slyly, I remark taking a step back only to feel his desperate, shaking hand on my shoulder stopping me. I glance over at the hunched over mess, looking almost like he's dreading the girls' much to my surprise. I mean this is the guy that has cheated on Bulma multiple times this behaviour is confusing. Humans are nothing but train wrecks honestly.
"Look can we just hide…please I'm really tired." Pleadingly, he begs taking my bags.
"Fine only because I pity you…let's go." I mutter as we leap up flying upwards, missing the infestation of women as we head back to capsule corp, our eyes widening as we witness the huge space shuttle crashing down welp…Vegeta's back.
"Had a nice trip?" I question as Yamcha races on ahead getting in front of Bulma's mother, trying to be protective making me scoff at the cute display despite his weak power level.
"What do you think?" Grumpily, Vegeta huffs ignoring Yamcha to glance at me.
"Well I don't know I wasn't there." I exclaim.
"You could have joined me." Vegeta furrows his brow.
"Could have but didn't. You've gotten stronger." I point out smirking excited to spar not that I can blame him. I too am excited to see what he had learned on this training trip of his.
"As have you. Tell me has Kakkarot returned yet?" He enquires.
"Afraid no. no luck out in space?" I wonder.
"None." He reports.
"Wait you haven't found Goku not even in space?" Surprised, Yamcha blurts out with Puar hiding behind him scared.
"Don't remind me I'm angry enough to hurt somebody and pounding you might just be the therapy I need." Snarling, Vegeta threatens.
"I suggest you back off." Politely, I warn the prince.
"You're defending him?" Surprised, Vegeta scowls.
"He's been quite the useful servant." I shrug not seeing him flinch from my words.
"S-Servant?" Pained, he chokes on his words.
"Hey, hey, that's enough talk, you two!" Smugly, Bulma approaches the scene.
"Why don't we let him take a shower? See? You're so dirty, aren't you? So, it's this way. Well, hurry up! You're being impolite in front of a Lady!" Bulma scolds him giving him quite the greeting.
"What!? What's this? Vegeta is at her mercy." Amazed, the onlookers gawk at the scene as we watch Vegeta bow his head following after the smug Bulma, head held high leaving us alone.
"Hey what's this about me being a servant?" Insulted, he turns to me scowling huffing.
"What else should I refer to you as a slave, a tool?" I enquire.
"A nice guy trying to be friendly would be nice." Snarky, he argues.
"That title is too long. You're lucky if I wasn't here, you'd probably be knocked out by now." I dismiss waving him off.
"I can fend for myself!" He crosses his arms in defiance making me snicker.
"Ah yes I saw that, I had the front row seat after all." Tauntingly, I sneer as he glares at the ground, his hands balled up into shaking fists.
"You…" He begins head down quaking as Puar tries to console him, calming him down as I turn my back to him, taking back my bags of shopping and leaving the fool…