Okay, I'm actually updating this fic, how freaking cool is that? I had stopped because no one was reading it, but peeps are, so I'll keep goin!

Vegeta: TOOK YOU DAMN LONG ENOUGH!

Me: honestly, there is no need for such language….

Vegeta: …DAMN!

Me: (sigh)


Kirarah scanned the dark hallway for signs of movement. There was none. She swallowed hard, and crept out of her room.

"Where are you, Vegeta?" she whispered.

"I'm right here."

Kirarah jumped and whirled around. Vegeta stood there, a towel around his neck. He glared angrily at her, his arms folded hostilely.

"Uh…h-hello…I was just wondering where the…uh…where the k-kitchen is!" she stammered.

"What if I told you, you already knew because you just ate there?" Vegeta hissed malevolently.

"Uh…oh crap…" she thought. "I forgot. This stupid house is like a maze!" Kirarah stared up into those onyx pools of nothing called Vegeta's eyes. Why did they look so familiar?

Vegeta leaned forward so that he was an inch away from her face. "Have we met?"

"N-no, I don't think so…" Kirarah said. "Why?"

Vegeta shrugged. "You just kind of remind me of someone, that's all."

"Who?"

"None of your friggin' business, onna. The kitchen is down this hallway and to the left," Vegeta said.

"Oh, thanks."

They both just stared at each other for five minutes.

"Is there something wrong?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.

"No," Kirarah said. "Just turn around so I can hit you…" she thought.

"Then hurry up and go. I'm not staying up all night playing games with you, stupid," Vegeta snapped.

"Y-you're coming with me!" she squealed.

"Yes, I don't trust you," Vegeta said. He narrowed his eyes. "Ladies first!"

"Uh…kay…" Kirarah said, and turned cautiously. Vegeta followed her all the way to the kitchen.

"Well, now what?" Vegeta said.

"Uh…g-got any…uh…milk?" she said.

"You're a genius, aren't you?" Vegeta said, and got the milk jug out of the refrigerator. He put it in front of her. "Knock yourself out."

Kirarah stared at it. "Uh…where are the glasses?"

Vegeta pointed to a cabinet. Kirarah poured a glass out, and looked at it. "After I finish this, I'm just going to hit him, and keep going until he's out…"

"I had a sister named Kirarah, that's who you remind me of," he said, suddenly.

Kirarah choked on her milk. "Uh…what was that?"

"If you weren't paying attention the first time, then tough."

"No, seriously, what did you just say!" she demanded.

Vegeta studied her. "You're her, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not anybody!" she said.

"I thought you didn't hear me!"

"I didn't!"

Vegeta glared. "Why?"

"Why what?" Kirarah asked, tensing.

"Why are you here, Kirarah? You're supposed to be dead!" Vegeta asked.

Kirarah gave up.

"I don't know how you know me, but I can assure you that I don't have a brother! I'm to bring you to Master Kagoru for…well, he hasn't told me entirely, but he wants you alive, and I intend to grant his wish!" Kirarah said.

"Kagoru, eh? Never heard of him. But if it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get!" Vegeta said. "Outside, of course!"

They went outside and immediately began to fight.

"I always was the better fighter!" Vegeta sneered as he blocked one of her kicks.

"I'm not your sister, fool!" Kirarah snapped. She finally landed one, hard kick to his head, and in the split second it took for him to recover, Kirarah generated a small energy wave that she elongated and tied him up with.

"What the…coward!" Vegeta said angrily.

"Shut up."

Kirarah dropped him on the ground and hit him until he was unconscious. She proceeded to Goku's house and lured him out, only to have him meet the same fate.

"Master Kagoru…" she said, opening the compact-thing. "It is done."

Whatcha think? Not bad for over a year, no? R&R AND WE'LL SEE WHAT YOU THINK!