To Catch a DragonBall
Chapter 18
Forest-capades
Disclaimer: Ok, I know I've kept you guys waiting for a real long time for this update and I do so humbly apologize. So I'll simply say that I do not own DBZ or any of its chars. Now, with that out of the way, I give you chapter 18.
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Yamcha cupped his hands together, trying to gather enough of the clear water in his hands to quench his thirst. Two weeks into the DragonBall search and they were already out of supplies. Dr. Brief's and his wife had thought that they were supplying adequate food for months of searching but they failed to take into account that after long hours of searching and fighting off whatever of nature's dangerous denizens that had gotten a hold of the balls that the two warriors would be even hungrier than usual.
Not to mention the fact that there was a growing Saiyajin boy that had to eat after every battle or even the training exercises that Yamcha put him through. So after two weeks, and having collected only two balls, they were reduced to foraging for their food. It's not as if this was a great problem for either of them. Both had lived for many years taking care of themselves and could manage quite sufficiently. No, the only thing that bothered Yamcha was the fact that the foraging would slow down their efforts even more. He couldn't help but feel that time was of the essence if he wanted to find the balls and use them for Bulma.
Goku was actually swimming after some fish he said he saw in the lake. It had been some minutes already since Goku had last come up for air. He couldn't believe how long the kid could hold his breathe for, but then again, Goku did a lot of things that were hard to believe. The child was so naive....he was glad he had agreed to come along, or Goku would easily get himself swindled or taken advantage of. Not that anyone would find it easy to fight Goku physically, but mentally, it wouldn't take much.
A few bubbles started breaking the surface of the water right below him and Yamcha watched as the dark shape of Goku, dragging something along behind him, appeared. When Goku finally reached the surface, gasping for breath, Yamcha felt his eyes widen in surprise. Goku had a fish that was almost ten times bigger than him.........well..at least they wouldn't starve tonight....he only wished that some of it could be saved from Goku for another day.
After they cleaned and cooked the fish Yamcha insisted that they sleep in the capsule house that Bulma's father had given to them. It's not that he was unused to sleeping out in the open or that he really objected to it, he just preferred to have a closed off space where he might be able to sleep without so much worry. Of course, he was also conscious of the fact that Dr. Brief's had packed the house with the intent that they use it and he wasn't going to push away the old mans hospitality, not after he and his daughter had done so much for him.
And, truth be told, a small part of him enjoyed the rich and comfortable furnishings spread throughout the house. It was one the family obviously used often and he was grateful. Nothing felt so good as a long soak in one of the bathtubs after a hard day of searching for the dragonballs.
In the morning he'd have to get Goku up early to go fishing again. He'd probably be sick of fish by the time this search was over but at least it was fast and easy to cook. It didn't take too much of their time from their searching.
In the morning Yamcha got Goku up and out to the water before the kid even knew he was out of the bed. The first splash of the water seemed to wake him up quickly enough though that he managed to catch several of the gigantic fish so Yamcha was able to store some of it away in a capsule freezer. The fact that they wouldn't have to hunt for their lunch was a relief to him, since he really didn't like the idea of having to spend prime hunting time in the middle of the day hunting for food instead of the dragon balls. Once they'd both eaten their full Yamcha encapsulated the house and rushed Goku into the jet. He didn't like wasting time. Bulma had already been in the unnatural sleep far too long for his taste. Even if he could only shorten it by a few seconds then he would do so.
The Dragon Radar was blinking happily at him as soon as he took it out of its casing and he clicked it several times, zooming in on the ball closest to their current position. It wasn't too far away; he figured they might even be able to make it there before midday. Maybe then they'd find a nice relaxing spot to eat lunch after they'd found the ball. With that plan in mind he lifted the jet from the ground and took off in the direction of the ball.
It was getting close to midday when he realized just where the little bleeping dot on the radar was leading him. He wasn't sure which city he was flying into but it was one of the big ones. Maybe if he'd remembered where he'd packed his map it would have been easy to figure out, as it was he decided he had better land the jet and he and Goku could hoof it from there. He picked a nice sized clearing in the vegetation around the city and set the jet down. As soon as he did Goku hopped out of the jet and started stretching. It was hard on a kid with Goku's kind of energy to sit for that many hours in the not all too large plane.
Yamcha climbed out of the jet and capsulated it, opting to keep it with him rather than leaving it on the edge of the city and risk someone trying to steal it. Not that such a thing would be easy with the security devices that Dr. Brief's had installed, but he still didn't want to risk it. He was just turning towards the city when he remembered to check the location of the dragon ball on the radar. Oddly enough the little spot was growing closer to them, and he hadn't even moved in several minutes.
He watched it as it came closer and was just wondering what kind of monster they would have to fight for it this time when a girl with pale purple hair ran through the clearing. She struck him as kind of odd and he couldn't figure out why for a moment, then it hit him. She was dressed in what looked like a bed sheet. It was wrapped around her and pinned to her shoulder and it even looked nicely made, but it still looked like a bed sheet. Then the second thing that was odd about her hit him. She was carrying the dragon ball. He hadn't seen it on her but as soon as she was gone from the clearing he noticed the blip on the radar starting to go away from them. He was just about to chase after her when a girl with short brown hair came screaming through the clearing headed in the same direction.
This girl struck him as odd as well, especially since she was yelling things about idiotic muses and their messing with her story; it didn't make any sense to him. Likely they were escapees from some mental ward. Be that all the same one of them had the dragon ball, and he had to get it from them. He turned to make sure Goku was with him but apparently the little boy had already run off after them, either that or he had followed his nose to some food. Well, if that was the case then he'd just get the dragon ball for himself. After all, how hard could two girls be, even if they were crazy?
The dense vegetation of the forest closed in around him as soon as he left the clearing and strangely enough he couldn't hear the brunette yelling anymore. Maybe she had caught up with the other one, or maybe she'd just realized how insane she sounded. It didn't matter to him, he was glad she stopped yelling; she was starting to reach decibels high enough to permanently damage his ears. Still, without the auditory clue to their location he wouldn't find it easy to reach them in this forest. The dragon radar would help a little but it would have been so much easier for him to find them if she hadn't stopped yelling.
He was running headlong through some thick tree groupings when he finally saw them. That didn't help him any though, because for some reason the two strange girls were floating in mid-air over a deep ravine; the same ravine he had just run straight into.
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"Watch it kid!"
"Outta the way!"
Everyone in this city seemed to be in such a hurry, it was so much like West City that for a moment Goku really thought it was, and he wondered why they hadn't gotten this dragon ball when they were already in the city. It took him several minutes but he finally realized that it wasn't the same as West City. Unfortunately he forgot this once he became distracted by the delicious smells radiating from one of the buildings near him. There were people sitting at tables outside the building and they had food piled on plates in front of them. He remembered that this was one of those 'café' things that Bulma had told him about. The small amount of food on the plates was kind of a disappointment to him though. But maybe if he pulled out the little silver card that the Brief's had given him he'd be able to convince the people to give him more than that. It was worth a try, he couldn't even think about hunting for dragon balls with his stomach growling at him like that.
Goku wandered through the door, holding his loudly growling stomach and the little thing of plastic clenched tightly in his other hand. He showed it to the man at the counter inside and the man almost fell over in his haste to get Goku a chair. He hadn't known that a little thing like this could get him so much food. And such delicious food! As he filled his mouth with the great little things that they called escargot, he wondered for a second where Yamcha had gone. Well, that fleeting thought was soon gone from his brain once the people brought out more food. How could he think about things like that when there was so much food demanding his attention?
"Sir, is there anything else we can get you little sir? More food? More to drink? Maybe another roast? Maybe the restaurant?"
The man really seemed to care whether Goku was happy and the food had made him so sleepy that he couldn't help himself, he just nodded and promptly fell asleep on the table, which hadn't been completely cleared of dishes before his head fell down. The man simply shook his head and had the little boy carried into his private office and placed on his leather sofa. If the little boy drooled on it in his sleep and ruined it then so much the better, he could just order a new more expensive one with the help of the little boys credit card. Ahh, what a delightful evening it was going to be.
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Light filtered gently through his closed eyelids and he opened them slowly, amazed that he was still fully conscious after the fall he had just taken. He pulled himself to his feet and took stock of the situation. He was bruised a bit, and no doubt he'd be feeling every one of those bruises later, but for now he was relatively fine. At least he hadn't broken any of his bones. The ravine must not have been as treacherous as it looked as he was falling into it, although he couldn't really recall much of what it looked like from the top, having smacked his head on a rock his first few feet down.
He had a vague recollection of two strange women floating in air, but that couldn't be right. No one could float in air; it wasn't possible. After a few more minutes he finally seemed better able to think again and he began searching around him for the dragon radar, fervently hoping that it hadn't gotten damaged in his fall. He didn't see it anywhere around him in the ravine but there was something he hadn't expected. Lying on the top of a rock near where he had come to, was the dragon ball he had been chasing. At least he assumed it was the ball he had been chasing. He didn't see the strange girls anywhere though, nor could he hear them, so he started his slow climb out of the ravine. It took him quite a while, as he had to keep pausing to rest, but finally he reached the top. And there on the ground he found the radar. Undamaged, it seemed it had fallen on the carpet of leaves when he went over the ravine, although he remembered clutching it in his hand as he fell.
It wasn't making any sense to him, unless of course he was still suffering from the knock to his head. And looking back at the ravine now he couldn't understand how he had even survived the fall. And he had escaped with no broken bones! Well, clearly it was one of those miracles he hadn't believed in for several years, maybe if he survived this dragon ball search and revived Bulma he'd start believing in them again.
Yamcha packed up the newest dragon ball and the dragon radar and set off to find Goku. It seemed pretty clear to him now that the boy had wondered off for food. Well, he could use some nourishment for himself right then, so hopefully Goku hadn't eaten out the entire restaurant.
The walk back through the forest seemed to talk longer than getting into it had, but that was probably because he had been so intent on chasing after the girls. They certainly had been weird, and he made a note to check with the local authorities to see if any psychiatric patients had gone missing. After the long walk through the forest it only took him a few minutes to find out where Goku had gone. The was a smallish restaurant close to the edge of the city that was putting a closed sign up in the window as he passed it by, he could only imagine that was because of Goku. With a sigh he went to collect the child.
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It had been two weeks since he and his men set out and they had yet to find anything. Needless to say, he was pissed. Someone was going to have to suffer for it. He regarded his lackeys with that deadly gleam to his eye that they had all grown to fear, all except for his scientists. They were beginning to get cocky, feeling themselves safe from him since he needed them to find some more efficient way to search for the damn dragon balls. Well, they would have to be taught otherwise. Maybe he wouldn't kill them just yet, but he wasn't above maiming them permanently. For the vast majority of them he only needed their brains intact, not their bodies.
One of the sniveling little bastards was approaching him even now. If the man was being sent to ask for another 'favor' then he'd be killed, scientist or no. He'd already relented enough to let the morons rest each night, he wasn't going to give them anymore than that.
"Your highness, sir? The men were just wondering...sir...if maybe..if maybe they could get a full nights sleep tonight. I know your eminence doesn't require as much sleep as us..but, sir, we can't keep up this pace on so little sleep...sir..."
Vegeta glared the man into silence and he quickly backtracked. The answer was clearly no. If they 'couldn't' function on so little sleep right now then they would simply have to learn to do so. He wasn't going to put up with this incompetence. He was almost starting to regret not retrieving his best soldier, but the man had failed him, and his failure would not be rewarded with his freedom. He could rot in the jail he'd been throne in until he died. Or until he proved himself again and came back on his own. Vegeta wasn't a merciful man, and he had no desire to be known as such.
The only comforting thoughts he'd had in weeks was that his secondary plan should be coming along nicely and even if he couldn't find the dragon balls, he would soon be in control of someone who could. As his soldiers continued setting up their camps Vegeta allowed himself one cruel smirk and a moment of his sadistic laughter. Doing so had an added benefit, the men moved even faster around him. Exactly what he wanted, they should all cower from him in abject terror.
In just another week his full plans would come to fruition. He wouldn't allow anything to delay him finally achieving his ultimate goal and taking over the planet of pathetic life forms The darkness closed around the camp and the men crawled gratefully into their tents. There were no guards set up around the perimeter, no watchers set against the creatures of the night, for the darkest creature was already standing in their midst, continuing his insane chortle.
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AN: I know! It's too short considering how long it's been since I updated and I sincerely apologize for that. I had no clue it had been so long since I last updated or else I would have tried to update sooner, I really would have. I might not get chapter nineteen out this week because I'm having to force myself to write and I'm trying to update all of my fics this week. So please have just a little more patience with me. And if that fails then you can always come after me with a nerf bat. ^_~
Anyway, what's going to happen in the next chapter? I've honestly no clue. Hehe. What was Vegeta talking about when he said he'd soon have control of someone? I DO know that one. Oh, and if you don't know who the two strange women were that ran through the fic and added to the general waffyness of this chapter then you've yet to meet me and my insane muse. Her name is Kia (she's made up of course) and I've got pictures of her if anyone really wants to see them. She was the purple haired one...and she really is air-headed and irresponsible...so blame her for my lack of writing! ::dodges any nerf bats aimed her way:: If you'd like to see a picture of Kiandalara then just send an e-mail to me and I'll be sure to send it to you. Also, if you'd like to be added to my mailing list then please just send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com Many thanks. Blessed be.
~*Hibari Heza
Chapter 18
Forest-capades
Disclaimer: Ok, I know I've kept you guys waiting for a real long time for this update and I do so humbly apologize. So I'll simply say that I do not own DBZ or any of its chars. Now, with that out of the way, I give you chapter 18.
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Yamcha cupped his hands together, trying to gather enough of the clear water in his hands to quench his thirst. Two weeks into the DragonBall search and they were already out of supplies. Dr. Brief's and his wife had thought that they were supplying adequate food for months of searching but they failed to take into account that after long hours of searching and fighting off whatever of nature's dangerous denizens that had gotten a hold of the balls that the two warriors would be even hungrier than usual.
Not to mention the fact that there was a growing Saiyajin boy that had to eat after every battle or even the training exercises that Yamcha put him through. So after two weeks, and having collected only two balls, they were reduced to foraging for their food. It's not as if this was a great problem for either of them. Both had lived for many years taking care of themselves and could manage quite sufficiently. No, the only thing that bothered Yamcha was the fact that the foraging would slow down their efforts even more. He couldn't help but feel that time was of the essence if he wanted to find the balls and use them for Bulma.
Goku was actually swimming after some fish he said he saw in the lake. It had been some minutes already since Goku had last come up for air. He couldn't believe how long the kid could hold his breathe for, but then again, Goku did a lot of things that were hard to believe. The child was so naive....he was glad he had agreed to come along, or Goku would easily get himself swindled or taken advantage of. Not that anyone would find it easy to fight Goku physically, but mentally, it wouldn't take much.
A few bubbles started breaking the surface of the water right below him and Yamcha watched as the dark shape of Goku, dragging something along behind him, appeared. When Goku finally reached the surface, gasping for breath, Yamcha felt his eyes widen in surprise. Goku had a fish that was almost ten times bigger than him.........well..at least they wouldn't starve tonight....he only wished that some of it could be saved from Goku for another day.
After they cleaned and cooked the fish Yamcha insisted that they sleep in the capsule house that Bulma's father had given to them. It's not that he was unused to sleeping out in the open or that he really objected to it, he just preferred to have a closed off space where he might be able to sleep without so much worry. Of course, he was also conscious of the fact that Dr. Brief's had packed the house with the intent that they use it and he wasn't going to push away the old mans hospitality, not after he and his daughter had done so much for him.
And, truth be told, a small part of him enjoyed the rich and comfortable furnishings spread throughout the house. It was one the family obviously used often and he was grateful. Nothing felt so good as a long soak in one of the bathtubs after a hard day of searching for the dragonballs.
In the morning he'd have to get Goku up early to go fishing again. He'd probably be sick of fish by the time this search was over but at least it was fast and easy to cook. It didn't take too much of their time from their searching.
In the morning Yamcha got Goku up and out to the water before the kid even knew he was out of the bed. The first splash of the water seemed to wake him up quickly enough though that he managed to catch several of the gigantic fish so Yamcha was able to store some of it away in a capsule freezer. The fact that they wouldn't have to hunt for their lunch was a relief to him, since he really didn't like the idea of having to spend prime hunting time in the middle of the day hunting for food instead of the dragon balls. Once they'd both eaten their full Yamcha encapsulated the house and rushed Goku into the jet. He didn't like wasting time. Bulma had already been in the unnatural sleep far too long for his taste. Even if he could only shorten it by a few seconds then he would do so.
The Dragon Radar was blinking happily at him as soon as he took it out of its casing and he clicked it several times, zooming in on the ball closest to their current position. It wasn't too far away; he figured they might even be able to make it there before midday. Maybe then they'd find a nice relaxing spot to eat lunch after they'd found the ball. With that plan in mind he lifted the jet from the ground and took off in the direction of the ball.
It was getting close to midday when he realized just where the little bleeping dot on the radar was leading him. He wasn't sure which city he was flying into but it was one of the big ones. Maybe if he'd remembered where he'd packed his map it would have been easy to figure out, as it was he decided he had better land the jet and he and Goku could hoof it from there. He picked a nice sized clearing in the vegetation around the city and set the jet down. As soon as he did Goku hopped out of the jet and started stretching. It was hard on a kid with Goku's kind of energy to sit for that many hours in the not all too large plane.
Yamcha climbed out of the jet and capsulated it, opting to keep it with him rather than leaving it on the edge of the city and risk someone trying to steal it. Not that such a thing would be easy with the security devices that Dr. Brief's had installed, but he still didn't want to risk it. He was just turning towards the city when he remembered to check the location of the dragon ball on the radar. Oddly enough the little spot was growing closer to them, and he hadn't even moved in several minutes.
He watched it as it came closer and was just wondering what kind of monster they would have to fight for it this time when a girl with pale purple hair ran through the clearing. She struck him as kind of odd and he couldn't figure out why for a moment, then it hit him. She was dressed in what looked like a bed sheet. It was wrapped around her and pinned to her shoulder and it even looked nicely made, but it still looked like a bed sheet. Then the second thing that was odd about her hit him. She was carrying the dragon ball. He hadn't seen it on her but as soon as she was gone from the clearing he noticed the blip on the radar starting to go away from them. He was just about to chase after her when a girl with short brown hair came screaming through the clearing headed in the same direction.
This girl struck him as odd as well, especially since she was yelling things about idiotic muses and their messing with her story; it didn't make any sense to him. Likely they were escapees from some mental ward. Be that all the same one of them had the dragon ball, and he had to get it from them. He turned to make sure Goku was with him but apparently the little boy had already run off after them, either that or he had followed his nose to some food. Well, if that was the case then he'd just get the dragon ball for himself. After all, how hard could two girls be, even if they were crazy?
The dense vegetation of the forest closed in around him as soon as he left the clearing and strangely enough he couldn't hear the brunette yelling anymore. Maybe she had caught up with the other one, or maybe she'd just realized how insane she sounded. It didn't matter to him, he was glad she stopped yelling; she was starting to reach decibels high enough to permanently damage his ears. Still, without the auditory clue to their location he wouldn't find it easy to reach them in this forest. The dragon radar would help a little but it would have been so much easier for him to find them if she hadn't stopped yelling.
He was running headlong through some thick tree groupings when he finally saw them. That didn't help him any though, because for some reason the two strange girls were floating in mid-air over a deep ravine; the same ravine he had just run straight into.
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"Watch it kid!"
"Outta the way!"
Everyone in this city seemed to be in such a hurry, it was so much like West City that for a moment Goku really thought it was, and he wondered why they hadn't gotten this dragon ball when they were already in the city. It took him several minutes but he finally realized that it wasn't the same as West City. Unfortunately he forgot this once he became distracted by the delicious smells radiating from one of the buildings near him. There were people sitting at tables outside the building and they had food piled on plates in front of them. He remembered that this was one of those 'café' things that Bulma had told him about. The small amount of food on the plates was kind of a disappointment to him though. But maybe if he pulled out the little silver card that the Brief's had given him he'd be able to convince the people to give him more than that. It was worth a try, he couldn't even think about hunting for dragon balls with his stomach growling at him like that.
Goku wandered through the door, holding his loudly growling stomach and the little thing of plastic clenched tightly in his other hand. He showed it to the man at the counter inside and the man almost fell over in his haste to get Goku a chair. He hadn't known that a little thing like this could get him so much food. And such delicious food! As he filled his mouth with the great little things that they called escargot, he wondered for a second where Yamcha had gone. Well, that fleeting thought was soon gone from his brain once the people brought out more food. How could he think about things like that when there was so much food demanding his attention?
"Sir, is there anything else we can get you little sir? More food? More to drink? Maybe another roast? Maybe the restaurant?"
The man really seemed to care whether Goku was happy and the food had made him so sleepy that he couldn't help himself, he just nodded and promptly fell asleep on the table, which hadn't been completely cleared of dishes before his head fell down. The man simply shook his head and had the little boy carried into his private office and placed on his leather sofa. If the little boy drooled on it in his sleep and ruined it then so much the better, he could just order a new more expensive one with the help of the little boys credit card. Ahh, what a delightful evening it was going to be.
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Light filtered gently through his closed eyelids and he opened them slowly, amazed that he was still fully conscious after the fall he had just taken. He pulled himself to his feet and took stock of the situation. He was bruised a bit, and no doubt he'd be feeling every one of those bruises later, but for now he was relatively fine. At least he hadn't broken any of his bones. The ravine must not have been as treacherous as it looked as he was falling into it, although he couldn't really recall much of what it looked like from the top, having smacked his head on a rock his first few feet down.
He had a vague recollection of two strange women floating in air, but that couldn't be right. No one could float in air; it wasn't possible. After a few more minutes he finally seemed better able to think again and he began searching around him for the dragon radar, fervently hoping that it hadn't gotten damaged in his fall. He didn't see it anywhere around him in the ravine but there was something he hadn't expected. Lying on the top of a rock near where he had come to, was the dragon ball he had been chasing. At least he assumed it was the ball he had been chasing. He didn't see the strange girls anywhere though, nor could he hear them, so he started his slow climb out of the ravine. It took him quite a while, as he had to keep pausing to rest, but finally he reached the top. And there on the ground he found the radar. Undamaged, it seemed it had fallen on the carpet of leaves when he went over the ravine, although he remembered clutching it in his hand as he fell.
It wasn't making any sense to him, unless of course he was still suffering from the knock to his head. And looking back at the ravine now he couldn't understand how he had even survived the fall. And he had escaped with no broken bones! Well, clearly it was one of those miracles he hadn't believed in for several years, maybe if he survived this dragon ball search and revived Bulma he'd start believing in them again.
Yamcha packed up the newest dragon ball and the dragon radar and set off to find Goku. It seemed pretty clear to him now that the boy had wondered off for food. Well, he could use some nourishment for himself right then, so hopefully Goku hadn't eaten out the entire restaurant.
The walk back through the forest seemed to talk longer than getting into it had, but that was probably because he had been so intent on chasing after the girls. They certainly had been weird, and he made a note to check with the local authorities to see if any psychiatric patients had gone missing. After the long walk through the forest it only took him a few minutes to find out where Goku had gone. The was a smallish restaurant close to the edge of the city that was putting a closed sign up in the window as he passed it by, he could only imagine that was because of Goku. With a sigh he went to collect the child.
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It had been two weeks since he and his men set out and they had yet to find anything. Needless to say, he was pissed. Someone was going to have to suffer for it. He regarded his lackeys with that deadly gleam to his eye that they had all grown to fear, all except for his scientists. They were beginning to get cocky, feeling themselves safe from him since he needed them to find some more efficient way to search for the damn dragon balls. Well, they would have to be taught otherwise. Maybe he wouldn't kill them just yet, but he wasn't above maiming them permanently. For the vast majority of them he only needed their brains intact, not their bodies.
One of the sniveling little bastards was approaching him even now. If the man was being sent to ask for another 'favor' then he'd be killed, scientist or no. He'd already relented enough to let the morons rest each night, he wasn't going to give them anymore than that.
"Your highness, sir? The men were just wondering...sir...if maybe..if maybe they could get a full nights sleep tonight. I know your eminence doesn't require as much sleep as us..but, sir, we can't keep up this pace on so little sleep...sir..."
Vegeta glared the man into silence and he quickly backtracked. The answer was clearly no. If they 'couldn't' function on so little sleep right now then they would simply have to learn to do so. He wasn't going to put up with this incompetence. He was almost starting to regret not retrieving his best soldier, but the man had failed him, and his failure would not be rewarded with his freedom. He could rot in the jail he'd been throne in until he died. Or until he proved himself again and came back on his own. Vegeta wasn't a merciful man, and he had no desire to be known as such.
The only comforting thoughts he'd had in weeks was that his secondary plan should be coming along nicely and even if he couldn't find the dragon balls, he would soon be in control of someone who could. As his soldiers continued setting up their camps Vegeta allowed himself one cruel smirk and a moment of his sadistic laughter. Doing so had an added benefit, the men moved even faster around him. Exactly what he wanted, they should all cower from him in abject terror.
In just another week his full plans would come to fruition. He wouldn't allow anything to delay him finally achieving his ultimate goal and taking over the planet of pathetic life forms The darkness closed around the camp and the men crawled gratefully into their tents. There were no guards set up around the perimeter, no watchers set against the creatures of the night, for the darkest creature was already standing in their midst, continuing his insane chortle.
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AN: I know! It's too short considering how long it's been since I updated and I sincerely apologize for that. I had no clue it had been so long since I last updated or else I would have tried to update sooner, I really would have. I might not get chapter nineteen out this week because I'm having to force myself to write and I'm trying to update all of my fics this week. So please have just a little more patience with me. And if that fails then you can always come after me with a nerf bat. ^_~
Anyway, what's going to happen in the next chapter? I've honestly no clue. Hehe. What was Vegeta talking about when he said he'd soon have control of someone? I DO know that one. Oh, and if you don't know who the two strange women were that ran through the fic and added to the general waffyness of this chapter then you've yet to meet me and my insane muse. Her name is Kia (she's made up of course) and I've got pictures of her if anyone really wants to see them. She was the purple haired one...and she really is air-headed and irresponsible...so blame her for my lack of writing! ::dodges any nerf bats aimed her way:: If you'd like to see a picture of Kiandalara then just send an e-mail to me and I'll be sure to send it to you. Also, if you'd like to be added to my mailing list then please just send an e-mail to hibari_heza@yahoo.com Many thanks. Blessed be.
~*Hibari Heza