Hm?" Humming, Elery furrows her brow as she approaches the gravity chamber about to have her way with the room to train only to falter form the ruby red window where the light peers out making her quirk her head to the side perplexed, puzzled even by the use. Last she saw Vegeta he was with his woman, or well…Bulma. So who else could be in this machine? The Halfbreed perhaps…Elery couldn't help but ponder, a part of her intrigue to watch the Halfbreed train to see what the lowly thing could be capable of.
Curiosity gets the best of Elery as she enters the room, furrowing her brow by the rather low cry of anguish, of pain, of aid almost making Elery scowl, blood boiling, bubbling, burning even at the pathetic cry. Scowling, she enters the ruby red room, her icy blue widening when seeing the arm shakily trying to reach out to the button just as she grunts briefly by the tight tension heavily hanging over her. Silently, she watches on, crossing her arms over her chest as the man's hand reaches out to the button crawling, towards the machine even pinned to the ground below before finally managing to do so.
D-Damn it!" Incensed, the man below beneath her swiftly slams his fist down on the ground earning an arched brow from Elery simply staring down at the body below.
I take it your done now." Tiredly, Elery sighs simply done with the boy wanting to do some training of her own however she rather not deal with a broken body nor Bulma's yelling.
H-Huh? Oh you got to be…come to laugh at me have you?" Haughtily, the male huffs giving her quite the dirty look.
Why would I laugh?" Lost, she furrows her brow befuddled, don't get her wrong, she enjoyed seeing suffering, she had seen a fair few moments of sadism which she so happily enjoyed but this…this was too sad.
Because I'm pathetic…I'm weak, I'm…" Upset, the man moves below her making her roll her eyes exasperated at the whinging whimpering man below her.
Being overdramatic." Curtly, Elery cuts Yamcha off taking him aback.
Excuse you!?" Angrily, Yamcha's coal blacks narrow glaring up at the woman above him.
Being over dramatic or would you prefer being a cry baby?" Unapologetic, she crouches down, quirking her head to the side.
Shut up!" Yamcha snaps sharply at her only to wince whimpering when feeling his sore body ache as she leans over the machine, her brow furrowing from the 300 on the machine, 300 x gravity? Was this boy mad? Elery couldn't help but ponder puzzled by it, this was ridiculous. How the human wasn't dead stunned Elery but most of it all…she couldn't help but feel impressed even at the man's endurance being able to survive such gravity…for a human this was impressive, for a Saiyan like Vegeta too…he would struggle with this as well at first anyway…but then again humans didn't have the power to come back more powerful than Saiyan's did…
Look if you're just going to whine then get out." Scowling, Elery crosses her arms over her chest cross, too done, just wanting to train, she had no time for dawdling, for weaklings, for whining. She wanted to train that was all.
I…I'm not done I'm…I'm…dammit…dammit!" Stubbornly, Yamcha seethes snarls even trying to stand struggling to do so making her sigh unable to not feel pity for the boy below her.
You're angry." Her icy blues narrow noting his gritted teeth seeing him slam his fist down upon the ground below almost oblivious to the teeny tiny cracks crawling out of hi fuming fist, his blood boiling, bubble, burning seemingly numbing the pain, the adrenaline agent no doubt being the cause of that.
Of course I am! I'm weak, I'm pathetic, I'm…I'm nothing compared to everyone else!" Anguished, Yamcha whimpers weakly blinking back the tears threatening to fall. But they freely fall from her as Elery simply stares stunned at the boy below her, her brow furrowing, her features softening slightly as she leans down, staring softly down upon the tears descending down from him.
…Do you want to be stronger?" Shyly, she asks as she leans in, her fingertips gently wiping the tear away as his crisp coals widen when feeling her touch wipe away the tear.
Of course I do." Determined, Yamcha says scowling at her sniffling slightly as she simply stares stunned almost in awe at the tears before her frail features harden.
Then stop moping and do something about it." Irritated, she stands up turning away from him.
Do something? No matter what I do I'll never be strong!" Scowling, he barks at her baffled, it was like she said he's a human, she's Saiyan, he could never be as strong as her he could never be as fast as her, he could never…never…
Not with that attitude you won't." Sternly, she swiftly shuts him up.
…What?" Yamcha whispers, his hues widening when hearing her words.
You will never be as strong as me nor Vegeta not even Kakkarot…" Calmly, Elery begins but…
Rub it in why don't ya?" Haughty, Yamcha sneers scowling up at her.
But…" Elery turs to the gravity machine gently typing in.
But what?" Yamcha swiftly snaps at her.
If you change your attitude if you stop whimpering and whining maybe I could do something for you." She offers crossing her arms over her chest, leant back against the machine.
…You could?" Coyly, he whispers his hues hopeful.
Think of it as a pet project." Aloofly, she waves him off.
Why? Why do you want to help me?" Mystifed, he questions confusion clear on his furrowed features.
Because there's clearly still a part of you that wants to train, letting that sort of drive go is not something I can stand by to watch." Elery deadpans.
You…you think I have potential?" Yamcha whispers his voice cracking breaking briefly.
So long as you have the right attitude then yeah. Also because I'm bored." Bluntly, Elery deadpans before kicking Yamcha out, leaving him to his devices as she tends to her own…
Ah…you're here." Elery remarks as she enters the kitchen, a towel draped over her shoulders wearing some grey jogging bottoms and a olive tank top as she leans down, opening the fridge getting out some water while glancing over at said boy, his hands on his knees, said knees clutched to his chest, pouting almost.
Did you mean it?" Shyly, Yamcha asks as he squirms slightly feeling the spotlight shimmer shine down on him as he tries to watch the news.
Hm?" Humming, Elery perks up at the question, arching a brow befuddled by his meek voice.
About training me." Yamcha sighs turning to look at her.
Have you stopped whining?" Elery sighs exhaustion etched into her tired tone, brow furrowing at the back of the boy before her.
I didn't whine." Snippily, Yamcha crosses his arms over his chest cross.
Really? That wasn't what the tears showed." Snippily, she points out, she's trying to be patient with the man, she knew humans were weaker, were emotional, were prone to more emotional outbursts she really didn't want to deal with.
You…" Yamcha begins but…
Relax you're human. You lot tend to be emotional." Sighing, she approaches the coach, gently tapping his back, awkwardly trying to console the boy before her only to recoil back, tensing up.
That…you…you're not mocking me?" Mystifed, Yamcha turns towards Elery puzzlement plastered all over his furrowed facial features.
Why mock something you humans can't control." Calmly, she points out it was similar to how young Saiyan's would go into a frenzy when turning ape, so seeing something similar wasn't wrong. It was a silent agreement of orts, the moon could control some Saiyan's, sure they would mock those weak enough but even then, they didn't expect kids to just fully control their ape form.
Can't control?" Confused, Yamcha furrows his brow befuddled by her wording.
Like I said you lot are emotional…waaaay too much but it's just how you puny humans are." Aloofly, she waves Yamcha off oblivious to his hues twitching tiredly from her words.
And you think you can train this supposed puny to be on the same level as you high Saiyan's." Sardonically, Yamcha huffs crossing his arms over his chest annoyed as he glares up at her but…surprisingly, the sardonic girl doesn't bat an eye to it, dictating it to be another wild mood swing of the emotional humans.
Well…not to the same degree but I'm sure we can improve something…make you better than a saibaman at the least." Humming, Elery considers, nodding her head at the thought.
Hey I beat that saibaman." Scowling, he reminds her making her smirk slightly at the memory.
Only then to be destroyed." Dubiously, she points out wiggling a brow bemused.
By you." Yamcha huffs grumbling, giving her the stink eye only making her smirk widen.
Yeah…good times." Tentatively, she smiles shyly at the memory making Yamcha furrow his brow, not quite sure what to say in response to that certainly not sharing the same opinion as her though.
Urgh…H-Hey where are you going?" Yamcha calls out confused, draping his arm over the top of the sofa seeing said girl head to the door.
Training." Simply, she shrugs stating the fact firmly.
R-Right now?" Yamcha blinks baffled, they were training now? Or was this another training session with Piccolo?
Yes right now unless you want to continue crying in a corner." Curtly, she deadpans brow furrowing at him only making his hues narrow at her words.
I'm don't cry!" Sharply, he snaps flinging himself over the sofa scowling only making her smirk slightly, a hand on her hip amused almost at his sharp scowl. He brushes past her, heading to the ring, ready to train only making her smirk widen when seeing him ready to train.
Human men sure are strange…" Smirking, Elery couldn't help but smirk amused at the fact, quirking her head to the side smiling when watching said male stretch, arching a brow bemused by it, a part of her curious to see what other outburst the human was capable of before her.
So where are we starting?" Stretching, Yamcha asks as Elery eyes the body before her, a part of her smirking slightly at his lean figure. She had to admit, many body types of her homeland were similar amongst certain classes, it was rare to a lean yet muscular male form…
Try to hit me." Smirking, she snaps out of her thoughts turning to cross her arms over her chest, turning to face him challenging him.
Huh?" Yamcha blinks baffled, befuddled by her challenge, a heavy hue of ruby red dusting his crimson cheeks when seeing her come hither moment making his blush burn blister at the glint gleaming in her hues, earning a shy shudder to crawl, course down her spine.
I won't hurt you nor retaliate just try to hit me." Smirking, she stretches her arms out, placing her hands up feigning innocence, mockingly surrendering.
B-But I can't." Struggling, Yamcha scowls glaring to the side at the thought.
And why not?" Unamused, Elery places her hand on her hip.
Well…" Yamcha begins beofre shyly scratching his crimson cheek.
Would you like to die again?" Angrily, she raises her fist fuming.
N-No mam." Meekly, Yamcha's voice cracks breaks briefly by her sharp scowl.
Then come over here and hit me!" Mad, she coldly commands him.
Uarghhh! Wolf fang fist!" Determined, Yamcha lunges forward declaring said strike only to falter from the hand swiftly snatching his fist tossing him to the ground, pinning him down, earning a heavier hue of ruby red upon his crimson cheeks.
…Interesting name but do you think it wise just to blurt out your attack?" Amused, she asks looking down at him quirking her head to the side.
W-Well…" Yamcha begins but soon feels his throat tense, tighten up as he nervously gulps.
Right before you opponent who could very well counter said attack if they knew the name along…" Amused, she points out, hinting at it.
N-No!" Shyly said boy squeaks making Elery's smirk only widen when seeing him squirm slightly beneath her, a part of her finding said power rather thrilling.
Good boy." Smirking, she stands up, a part of her feeling the shy shudder crawl down her shaking spine from their position prior.
I'm not a boy I'm a man!" Mad, he barks back at her only making her arch a brow bemused.
Oh really? Then come over here and prove it!" Smirking, she challenges him.
UARGHH!" Yamcha declares determined before lunging forward, releasing an array of strikes she swiftly avoids until, his hues widen when he manages to nick her cheek with his knuckles.
Now we're getting somewhere." Smirking, she turns to smirk up at him, amused almost as his beady blacks widen when hearing her words, feeling fluttering in his chest, the fluttering butterflies high in the sky in his stomach smiling shyly from her words, a glint gleaming in his hues as the two begin their training…
Scowling, Yamcha, glares, glowers at the two fighting before him as he leans against the capsule corp wall watching on as the green blur bashes into the brunet blur as both warriors dive back, catching their breath from the training session.
Man those two really are at it." Impressed, Oolong remarks watching the two fighting as Yamcha couldn't help but scowl.
Yeah I can barely watch them." Krillin joins in. Yamcha watches the fight, brow furrowing as his coal blacks are practically glued to the brunette blur as the two fights. He hated feeling this way he really did. He never felt this, he hated it, he was strong still Elery trained, using moves not even he had seen as he watched the two fights, he was catching up, Elery had told him.
How many training sessions had passed between the two? He didn't know but it was fun, it was the first time in years that he felt happy, having the time of his life, the two sending quips with one another, sometimes even going out for a treat, he sure would of course pay for but it was fine. Those breaks after training were the best time of his life. He could talk about whatever he wanted with her while he could listen to her genuine curiosity of earth culture. He finds it endearing he really did…she wasn't always angry, not as angry as people thought her to be, she was…
She was surprisingly quiet, reserved, stoic even behind the Saiyan image she had put on. She never batted an eye to the fangirls, showing no annoyance, no angry, no nothing towards the fangirls squealing over at him during the baseball matches not even when he would flirt with a fair few girls, his hues never leaving Elery in the stands sipping her drink, not batting an eye to it. He was…he was amazed, happy even relieved to not be slapped, to not be yelled at, to not be…judged. She didn't seem to care, she simply asked if the game was over and then the two would go out for lunch.
Still, he hated this, he…he could be stronger, he wanted to be strong. But she still told him to rest, to stand back…Yamcha couldn't help but grimace only then to perk up at the sudden cheering crowd calling out to him, bouquet and boxes in hand squealing smiling
Urgh…I thought I had security deal with them!" Tiredly, Bulma huffs glaring at the group calling out to him.
H-Hi ladies." Dryly, Yamcha greets the girls, a heavy hue of ruby red upon his cheeks beaming brightly from ear to ear at the sight of them before looking towards the two fighting figures still beating against one another when…with one swift slam, Piccolo comes crashing down to the ground below.
So what does that make this? Elery 54 Piccolo 0." Smugly, Elery quirks her head from side to side hearing the crisp crunch of bone.
Tch…" Piccolo tsks turning his head away.
Aw are you brooding?" Bemused, Elery jokes lightly only to falter seeing Piccolo scowl cradling his head glaring past her making her turn to the source of ear pain.
Ladies, ladies…come on!" Loudly, the voice calls out as Elery and Piccolo see the girls squealing hearts spewing out of them turning to look up at Yamcha smirking smugly down at them, sat around the table posing almost for them.
Why do you put up with him?" Brow furrowing, Bulma asks her as soon as Elery enters the house heading for another bottle of water.
Huh?" Elery snaps out of her thoughts turning to the fuming Bulma brooding.
Yamcha…why do you deal with him?" Bulma demands from Elery, glaring at the boy entertaining his guests while security try to deal with them.
You sound like Vegeta." Amused, Elery smirks slightly.
And you're dodging the question." Bulma huffs crossing her arms over her chest.
I see potential in him, call it a pet project." Simply, she shrugs.
That doesn't…aren't you angry?" Annoyed, she demands from Elery.
Angry?" Elery furrows her brow befuddled.
Those…girls!" Enraged, Bulma snaps sharply.
Has nothing to do with me." Simply, Elery cuts Bulma off.
Wait…you're not even mad!?" Mystifed, Bulma gawks gaping at the reaction, Vegeta would be fuming so why wasn't she?!
They are rather loud but I've dealt with Vegeta so that isn't much." Simply, she shrugs.
But…" Bulma begins however…
You've known Yamcha for a while, right?" Elery points out.
Yeah…what about it?" Bulma's baby blues narrow.
Isn't it good to see him talk to girls?" Befuddled, Elery points out.
Excuse you!?" Bulma snaps sharply at her.
Look right now, a slug has more self confidence that that moron does, this pet project of mine is giving him the confidence to train so seeing him use that confidence is good." Bluntly, Elery deadpans.
I…I guess? But you're not even a little bit mad? Jealous?" Befuddled, Bulma presses making her scowl.
…Why?" Elery quirks her head to the side lost.
Well I mean…never mind." Bulma sighs furrowing her brow befuddled by the sheer confidence and faith Elery had in Yamcha, she never knew someone could have that much confidence in him, that much trust in him…she doesn't seem to be mad either it's as if she knows no matter what he would come back to her…a part of Bulma felt the sharp sting of guilt, of envy of Elery having this much trust and confidence in herself to believe Yamcha wouldn't cheat. She's not even slapping him, not shouting at him, not even batting an eye to it.
Silently, Bulma watches Elery leave, a part of her impressed but she feels the sharp sting of guilt at the thought of her past reaction to his fans. Perhaps she was a bit rash sometimes, the slap was one she remembered well, his devastated expression but even then after that he cheated on her with that girl taking her to the concert…
Still this…this felt different. Yamcha seemed to different when it came to her. Sighing, she watches as said Saiyan and Piccolo return to their training while she turns to the man in question. His coal hues softly stare, glued to her back, looking longingly as she sigh at the mess of her ex, clearly disappointed his trick didn't work. She sighs…seems she may have to intervene.
Quietly, the faint hum of the static sounds come from the TV as the furrowed frown of Yamcha remains sat in his sear brooding almost. He stares at the screen glued to the TV, trying not to think about a certain duo batting it out, training to their hearts content.
It must be annoying right…?" Surprised, Yamcha jolts up at the voice turning to see Bulma, doing her nails, shyly sprinkling some nail vanish upon her fingertips flexing them, wearing some shorts dungarees with a snow white shirt beneath and baby blue boots with ripped tights.
Don't." Warningly, Yamcha scowls, furrowing his brow at her.
To be pining from afar at a girl who doesn't even bat an eye at you." Bitterly, Bulma continues, nonetheless.
What are you trying to get at Bulma?" Fed up, Yamcha demands from her, his tone tense tired.
What I'm getting at is that it must suck to be ignored for weeks on end no?" Poisonously, Bulma continues on mercilessly.
Bulma…" Yamcha sighs softly, his hardened hues softening slightly from her words.
It really hurt Yamcha so forgive me for enjoying you to be on the other side of it for once!" Snippily, Bulma crosses her arms over her chest cross.
…I…I'm sorry." Shyly, Yamcha bows his head.
….She killed you why do you even like her?" Baffled, Bulma demands from her, all she had done was turn up, kill him then train him, what kind of person falls for someone that literally killed them!?
Why do you even care?" Curtly, Yamcha demands from her.
I'm just trying to understand what you see with her. If this is some sort of attempting at getting me jealous…!" Angrily, Bulma begins scowling seething.
Oh get over yourself. Besides, I could ask the same about you and Vegeta!" Vindictively, Yamcha barks back at her fuming, fury flowing through her.
Vegeta is…he's different okay? He's been through a lot." Defensively, Bulma glares to the side scowling.
As have Elery, he isn't the only one who lost his entire race you know? At least he has Goku, Elery is the last female Saiyan how do you think she's feeling with all that pressure?" Pointedly, Yamcha points out to her.
Yamcha…" Bulma's baby blues soften slightly from his words, softly shuffling into the seat further, furrowing her brow at him. He did seem serious; she hadn't heard him ask for money in a while…not to mention he seemed solely focus on his training taking her aback.
Look I know she may be cruel but there's more to it than that. She…she's actually kind, like genuinely kind…" Earnestly, Yamcha confesses smiling shyly startling Bulma when seeing his small shy smile, seeing how earnest he looked, how honest, he was being about it all…
She really must be something for you, I haven't seen you on the town for weeks now, ever since she caught you, you've been her shadow." Scowling, Bulma points out recalling her not even barking at him for constantly being by her side.
I-I wouldn't say that." Tentatively, Yamcha glances to the side.
I'm just saying, jealousy won't work for a case like Elery." Bulma sighs, she seemed different from Vegeta and Goku maybe it was due to her being female Saiyan or something, Bulma didn't know…
It worked with Vegeta." Yamcha points out.
Yeah but that's Vegeta, Elery is clearly different from the rest of the Saiyan's sure she has some similarities but seems to be she holds some differences." Bulma points out stating the fact firmly.
You think so?" Yamcha arches a brow befuddled.
Think about it, she's the last of her race, there must be a race why she hasn't been courted by Vegeta." Bulma points out, maybe she was courted prior and was done with Saiyan's maybe she was sick of people like Vegeta and wanted something else…
…I…I don't understand." Yamcha furrows his brow befuddled by her words.
She's looking for a guy who will give her what a Saiyan can't." Curtly, Bulma sighs getting straight to the point.
Why are you helping me?" Mystified, Yamcha questions confusion clear on his furrowed features, was this some sick sense of payback? Perplexed, Yamcha couldn't help but ponder puzzled.
Cause as annoyed as I am with you, you're still my friend and I want you happy." Honestly, Bulma sighs sadly stating the fact of the matter.
Bulma…" Touched, Yamcha smiles softly at him.
Just…be yourself yeah? You don't need to be this macho guy just be yourself I think she needs that." Tentatively, Bulma sighs softly placing her hand on his shoulder squeezing said shoulder, smiling shyly at him.
…Thanks Bulma." Yamcha places his hand over hers squeezing said hand just as the two perk up at the soft sound of the door sliding open, revealing Piccolo cradling his torso while the unfazed Elery sturts in smirking.
No problem good luck out there tiger." Teasingly, Bulma winks at Yamcha, lightly slapping his back making him squeak slightly from the sheer sight of said slap before turning to Piccolo, offering to get him checked over, leaving the two alone…
Hey…" Elery calls out to Yamcha.
Hey." Shyly, said boy turns to face her, draping himself over the top of the sofa.
Piccolo will be heading off to do some training so…if you want we can…" Elery offers but…
Oh so once Piccolo's out the way you want to see me." Mad, Yamcha huffs glaring to the side.
…Are you jealous?" Elery catches on making Yamcha flinch from the sharp observation.
Excuse you?" Sharply, Yamcha snaps at her, ruby red all over his fuming facial features.
It's pretty obvious." Bluntly, Elery deadpans.
Me jealous? Please! You sure you're not jealous? I mean did you see those girls ooor….?" Yamcha smirks smugly wiggling a brow at her.
Yamcha." Tiredly, she sighs at him just wanting to get to the point of it.
They were all over me I mean…" Yamcha continues on not even looking her in the eye.
Yamcha…" Frowning, she sharply snaps at him fed up.
I know I'm weak okay!? I know I'm not as strong as Piccolo, I know I'm wasting my time training I…" Frustrated, Yamcha jolts up from his seat pacing about the place.
Stop that. Stop that right now." Sternly, she tells him.
…What?" Yamcha says surprised stopping in his tracks.
Listen to me, you're letting these emotions cloud you again you are getting there you are but you need to remember there is more to you than you realize…don't dwindle such potential by letting such thoughts control you. If you do, you're letting them win, you're letting those people prove you wrong, Vegeta and all the others you're letting them win by letting them decide your potential." Pointedly, Elery explains to Yamcha, gently patting his shoulder awkwardly as black gaze into her stern blue before he bows his head, watching her leave…
Stunned, my eyes widen at the familiar power no, no, no….urgently, I rush out of the training room, wearing my new attire of dark blue jeans, a loose snow white dress shirt and black trainers as I rush over to the balcony, hearing the sizzle, crack and fizz of the barbeque.
"Vegeta do you?" I question him, my eyes wide.
"He failed." Vegeta slams his hand on the table seething.
"He did this is good." Excited, I grin.
"How is this good?" Yamcha frowns at me.
"Because now we can claim the revenge we so rightly deserve. He will die by our hands not Kakkarot!" Proudly, I declare.
"Agreed…" Vegeta smirks at me nodding his head.
"Come on how do you even know that is him?" Yamcha questions us.
"I make it my business to know." Sternly, Vegeta scowls.
"We know because you tend to remember the same power signature of the creature you've tried to murder throughout your entire life!" I add in bitterly scowling.
"We can sense it because we are strong unlike you." Vegeta adds only then for us to hear the clatter of a chair as Yamcha stands.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Angrily, Yamcha growls.
"Enough." I scowl at the two, knowing the battle will be futile.
"Hey Vegeta, would you like some extra barbecue sauce on your ribs?" Bulma calls out making Vegeta pause.
"S-Sure why not?" He agrees awkwardly.
"Hey El you want some of this?" Bulma asks me.
"Can I have some extra barbeque too?" I request.
"Sure, anything else?" Smiling, she questions.
"Just make it as spicy as you can." I shrug.
"On it." She nods focusing on our barbeque which we quickly eat then head out to the destination of Frieza's landing.
"They should probably come down around here somewhere." I mutter my brow furrowed as we arrive in some sort of desert opening.
"You sure about that?" Frowning, Yamcha glances at me.
"Anyone who doesn't know him can keep their mouths shut! At least I've actually fought against this guy." Vegeta argues.
"So have I." Snippily, I remind him making Vegeta grumble.
"Hey! It's Bulma! Vegeta, Yamcha, Elery! yoo-hoo! Down's-a-daisy!" Brightly, Bulma smiles landing using her helicopter as her and Puar leave.
"Yamcha!" Happily, Puar goes in to hug the baffled boy.
"What do you guys think you're doing here!?" Scowling, he yells at the two.
"We came to see this Frieza. After all, when I was on Namek, I didn't get to see him once!" Defiantly, Bulma declares hands on hips, earning a small smug smirk to cross my lips at her boldness.
"You came to see him? Surely you know how dangerous he is!" Annoyed, Yamcha scowls at her. "Sure, I know, which is why we came! If Frieza wanted to, he could ''BOOM'', blow up the whole world, right? It doesn't matter where we are. So that's why I wanted to have a look at him," Bulma smiles unfazed by the frown on Yamcha.
"I thought she was just a vulgar woman, but she's got plenty of guts." Vegeta admits to me by my side in a low whisper as I shrug only then for us to sense two approaching power levels, one of which is definitely going to need a hand in this upcoming fight, heh…
"Tien Chatozu! Happily, Yamcha greets the two scowling at the sight of us.
"Vegeta Elery I didn't know you two would be here too," Icily, Cyclops greets us.
"Is that okay?" Mockingly, Vegeta taunts them.
"As a matter of a fact it isn't I still haven't forgotten the last time we met." Bitterly, cyclops seethes.
"Yes well, just try and not get your little doll to blow up this time okay?" Cheekily, I call out after we land, smirking as Tien glares threateningly at Vegeta and I, causing the child to flinch back fearful of me making me snicker.
"You disgust me! How can you stomach them Yamcha?" Cyclops demands from him.
"Heh loser!" Vegeta insults him.
"What!?" Cyclops snarls.
"Hey cool it guys this is no time to fight okay." Yamcha attempts to be peacemaker.
"It's been a while Piccollo." Coolly, I greet him as the others bicker.
"It has." He turns to me nodding his head in acknowledgement making the others turn surprised to see us.
"We never had that fight did we, how strange…" I point out smirking.
"Save for another time." He tells me sternly as I nod.
"Agreed." I nod my head turning my back to him.
"Since when were you so chummy with the Namek?" Huffing, Vegeta pouts questioning me in a low tone.
"This may shock you my prince but I have a life outside you." I smirk as Gohan and Krillin approach, the pair asking for an update of Kakkarot but get no news.
"He's here!"
*So what do you think of Yamcha and Elery? Of their dynamic? Of Yamcha and Bulma's chat? Would love to know!*