Disclaimer: For the millionth time: I don't own anything!!! O_O ::screams::
Author's Note: Hey, chapter three is here! O_O!!! ::shocked:: Does this mean that number four will also be out in a reasonable amount of time? Of course not, silly! ^_^ On an unrelated note, have you seen Spider-man yet? If no… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! Just kidding. ^_^;; I highly recommend it, though.
These chapter titles are difficult to come up with. O_o;
Chapter Three: Unwanted Visitor
It was near to midnight in a forest fifteen miles west of Western Capital. Most wildlife was asleep at this hour, leaving only the nocturnal awake to feed. They moved through the grasses, dirt, and branches with ease, the glow of the stars lending unneeded assistance as the creatures routinely crept through their dark habitat. The sleepless species and their surrounding vegetation now appeared inkier in the night. The only feature of the forest that came close to any other color was a lake on the outskirts of the woods. Its surface mirrored the slightly blue sky above and the twinkling stars that decorated the tapestry.
Not far from the lake was a large bluff that jutted out from a neighboring expanse of barren, rocky land. Four figures stood atop the hill that overlooked the water and gazed around the area silently. Their demeanor suggested that they were waiting, but not what for.
"They're close," Goten muttered. Despite the chill, the young man was perfectly fine in his t-shirt, boxers, and untied sneakers.
"I wonder if they mean well," said an older man. His eyes and hair were the same color as Goten's, although his spiky hairstyle was slightly swept back. He wore a dark blue suit, and the top two buttons of the white shirt underneath the cerulean jacket were undone. His tie had been loosened so it hung freely about his neck.
"Does any person from outer space who comes here 'mean well,' Gohan?" Goten replied with a sigh. "When will it end? Trouble just seems to be attracted to us."
Trunks, still wearing the jeans, blue tank top, and sneakers he'd changed into after dinner, stood beside Goten and put a hand on the sullen man's back. "I know what you mean, Goten," he said, "but we've handled it before. We'll be fine." The purple-haired half-Saiyajin glanced at Gohan. "So this didn't cut your vacation short?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, we'd actually just gotten back home when you called me on my cell phone." He shook his head. "Videl and I must be loosing our touch. I didn't even notice it until you called." He ignored the condescending snort from Vejita, who leaned against the lone tree on the overlook, and added, "I didn't tell her or Pan about it. If this is about as serious as we think it is" -which wasn't too serious at all- "then there is no need to get them involved."
Trunks laughed. "They'll realize that you're gone soon, and they'll probably sense what's out there as it gets closer. I hope Videl doesn't kill you."
Goten rubbed his arm anxiously. "I know this seems different than the other times, but… I'm still worried. Otousan was always around before, and…" he trailed off, letting the others fill in the obvious.
There was a troubled silence before Vejita, who wore one of his many spandex suits and accompanying ivory armor, gloves, and boots, spoke. "Tsch. Well, Kakarot stayed dead this time," he said with some bitterness, "so you'll all have to learn to protect yourselves without his help."
Goten swallowed hard. "We don't know that. He came back before when we thought he was gone for good. Maybe-"
"He's not coming back, boy," Vejita said quietly. The harshness in his words, however, could not hide his regret that the only one to ever innocently provoke him to reach his full potential had passed on.
There was more silence before the youngest of the group finally responded with, "I know."
"Hey!" Gohan said, in a tone that was meant to divert the other three men's thoughts. "The others are here." He pointed up at the dark sky, where he could just make out four dark spots moving towards them.
Moments later, the four flying figures landed before the two Sons and two Briefs and said their greetings. Then they also stood in wait, small talk failing them.
One of the newcomers was a man of approximately four feet in height. His black hair was cut short about his ears and was disheveled as his black t-shirt and blue sweatpants. This was Krillin, a former monk and a life-long friend of the Son family (and of the Briefs family, but to a lesser extent).
Next in the new arrivals was Yamcha. In his younger years he had been a desert bandit with an awful fear of the opposite sex. He had long since changed his career and gotten over his phobia, however. Once a devoted martial artist, he now earned money as a professional baseball player. He was wearing his uniform at that moment, in fact. The clothing was dusted and smeared with orange-tinted dirt; he had received an important call from Trunks just as the game ended.
Close by stood Tenshinhan (more commonly referred to as Tien), who had quite the unique feature of a third eye on his forehead. He was tall and bald, and he wore a green tank top and loose emerald pants held up by a yellow sash. The baggy pants flapped over his black shoes, which were much like slippers.
Next to Tien was the shortest person in the group at around two and a half feet, known as Chaozu. He was an albino man with a doll-like appearance; he even had red spots on his cheeks. He wore a red and green hat that fit neatly atop his head, a white tank top, and green pants with tiny black shoes.
The eight waited in silence, and nearly half an hour later another speck appeared in the sky. The group straightened as it approached and prepared for whatever the intruder was planning.
Krillin frowned, then spoke up. "Is it just me, or were we actually right this time to think that we're against someone that's not about Goku's power level?" He paused, then continued, "Hell, they're not even above Vejita's power!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Vejita growled.
Krillin chuckled nervously. "I… uh… just meant that it seems like we're not up against what we're usually up against."
"They're probably suppressing their energy," Gohan pointed out.
"Well, maybe, but I don't have that feeling of dread like I usually do."
As what could now be identified as a space pod continued its rapid descent, Gohan followed it with his eyes and frowned. "Say, Vejita, is it safe for those things to land in water?"
Vejita shrugged. "Not really. Why?"
"Because that pod looks like it's heading into-"
The spherical craft hit the water with a force that created a temporary fountain. The surrounding land was suddenly saturated, and the shocked group was splattered with stray splotches of water.
"… the lake…" Gohan finished. "Vejita, do those things float?"
"No."
She was awakened when the pod suddenly began to shake violently. Thinking that the craft was just pushing its way through the planet's atmosphere, she was surprised to look out the window and still see the twinkling stars hanging in midst of space. She became confused when some light gray puffs wavered around the edges of her view, and eventually she realized they were clouds. The pod was heading down to the planet's surface backwards!
But if she had made it through the atmosphere, then why was the pod jerking around? Trying to ignore the strange growls and clanks echoing within the pod, she brought up the control panel and hit some keys. A slit opened in the roof of the pod and a red flashing screen came down before her face.
She yelled some random curses as she read off the information. The tremors were the engines struggling to stay on-line, but that was not the only problem. The fuel containment was leaking, and the energy cells that supported the electrical mechanisms were coming loose from their braces, causing the overhead light and screens to flicker on and off. The pod was so old that it was falling apart, proven further when she saw a sheet of the outer metal covering fling across her view to the outside.
With one hand she clacked at the keys on the side control panel while with the other she pressed at points on the screen. Maybe if I transfer the power for the… No! Fuck fuck fuck! Okay, I'll just relax the engines and slowly return the power… Her eyes widened when, instead, the engines didn't come back on at all. In desperation her fingers swept rapidly over the keys once more, and when the pod had no reaction after she'd repeated the commands a few times, she'd realized that the control pad had locked up.
Before she could think of anything more to do, the spherical ship began spinning in its descent. She was thrown to one side, but forced herself back into the seat and kept herself there by firmly planting her hands against the walls. When her bright eyes caught the window once more, she cursed loudly as the pod struck water.
Some moments later the small ship hit the lake bottom, and she was thrown about once again. She sat up in the dark pod, which was now on its side, trying to catch her breath as she felt around for her doll. She growled in frustration, as in a small space it shouldn't be so difficult to find-
Her brow quirked up at a creaking, cracking sound, and she couldn't stop the cry that erupted from her throat when a chunk of the pod hit her on the head, followed by a strong surge of water. She was panicked now, as in only a few seconds the pod was halfway filled with liquid. She cursed again, diving under to feel around in the dark for her doll. Where was it? She couldn't leave without it!
When she surfaced- well, there wasn't much to surface to. She took a deep breath to go under again, but released the air when something snagged her around the wrist and began to pull her out of the pod.
Of course, it didn't matter if this being was trying to rescue her or looking for food. She was not leaving this pod until she had her doll! After some unsuccessful tugs to free herself, she slashed her nails across the appendage. Its hold vanished.
The pod was only inches from being filled, so she drew in what air she could and dove under. She finally come to the realization that she could provide her own light, and when she formed an energy sphere in her palm she spotted the gingerbread-man-like figure under the dislocated cover for the extra compartment. With a kick of her legs she was able to snatch it up in her fingers before feeling a jolt as something wrapped around her ankle.
Suddenly she was out of the pod and in the murky depths of the water. The ki ball was still in her hand, and she could now see her rescuer. Her curiosity was lost, though, when she felt the prickling in her lungs. He wasn't swimming fast enough for her, so she yanked her leg from the other's hand. She threw the energy to the bottom of the lake- unfortunately into the pod- and heard a muffled explosion before she was propelled quickly to the surface.
The water drained from her ears and she could hear more clearly the sound of water splashing on the land around the lake and the complaints of several grumbling voices. Taking in deep breaths, she wiped the water from her eyes with her free hand and briskly scanned the collection of soaked characters on the shore. Putting them to the back of her mind for a moment, she rose from the water and held the doll before her.
"You okay, Jinja?" she panted and was silent for a moment. Then she nodded and said, "Good," before letting Jinja float beside her so she could wring out her hair.
"Jeez, lady," a voice behind her mumbled.
She turned and saw a man with tanned skin and dark, spiky hair inspecting some rather nasty cuts on the back of his hand. It briefly crossed her mind how strange his outfit was before he continued.
"You have a strange way of reacting to help," he sad, taking the cloth that had been hanging around his neck and tightly wrapping it around the wounds.
She didn't respond and floated right toward the group on the shore. They had all been standing in a line along the edge of the water, and she landed before them. What an odd group they were: an extremely short person lacking a nose, a being with an extra eye on his forehead, someone she'd almost mistaken for a doll until she'd seen it breath and blink, and a man covered in dirt. The other two men- another dark-haired one and a lavendar-haired one- were the only ones who didn't seem to stick out.
"Good…" She glanced at the sky, then returned her gaze to them "… evening, gentlemen. I don't suppose you could assist me in finding-"
"YOU?!" growled a voice behind the others, she looked up to see a drier man standing on a bluff overlooking the body of water.
It seemed her search had ended much sooner than expected.
"So, Saiyajin no Ouji," she spoke, "it seems you really are alive after all."
Vejita just couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it. It had occurred to him that it could be someone from his past inside the pod, which was why he had kept his guard up, but her never thought it would be her.
She looked a bit different, but only in terms of the aging process. She was a few inches taller than himself, but still carried herself in that same confident way. Her eyes were bright turquoise with gleaming white pupils, but slight grey bags streaked under them across her ivory skin. A familiar, pale red scar parted the golden-orange brow of her left eye, crinkled down her eyelid and cut into her cheek. Her small stub of a nose was turned up in the presence of the others, and a satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her red-orange lips as she neared the overlook with that instinctive seductive stride she'd always had since he could remember. She still dressed in the same simple yet provocative manner: a sleeveless red body suit that had a modest neck line but only when so far as to cover the uppermost portion of her thighs. It clung tightly to her body and left a perfect outline of her curves, from her hips, in to her waist, and out again at her breasts. She had grey gloves like Bra's, only they were longer. Coincidentally her red boots were also similar to Vejita's daughter's footwear, but again they were longer, stretching up her legs until only a few inches of pale flesh were shown between the boot and the short legs of the body suit. Her hair was like lava; it was a bright orange shade with hints of yellow and red, and it reached below her shoulder, except for the part on the right that curved around her face and occasionally brushed the corner of her lips.
She stopped a few feet from the base of the protrusion, then floated up, Jinja following her, to stand just a few feet from him. Vejita still stared, his eyes narrowed into a ill-tempered glare, which she ignored, as if it was something she was used to.
"Serive…" he snarled, his hands curling into fists.
She nodded and looked him over. "In some places they'd insist you were dead, but in other places they'd say you were alive." She placed a red-nailed hand on her hip. "I always knew how resilient you were, so I agreed with the latter." Her eyes rested on the group staring up at them. "And here you are with this riff-raff."
"Riff-raff?" Trunks repeated.
"Who the heck is she?" Goten muttered absently.
"With that skin, she kind of reminds me of Freeza," Krillin commented- too loudly, he would discover in the next moment.
The strange woman's bright eyes flashed ominously as she whirl around and bared her teeth at the short man. "What?!"
Krillin was taken aback at the outburst and was immediately unnerved at her murderous expression. There's that feeling of dread… "Um… nothing?" he replied weakly.
Tight fists strained at Serive's sides. "I am not one to be compared with that… that… lizard freak!" she growled. "Understand?"
Before Krillin could even nod, a voice spoke up from behind her.
"You goddamn bitch!" Vejita raged, shaking with his ire. "You left me for fucking dead!"
The lava-haired woman turned back to the enraged prince. "Well, you're still alive, ne?" Her cool air finally faltered as she watched Vejita's twitching fingers form a burning blue ball. "Come on, Vejita!" she said, backing off slightly. "You would have done the same shit to me! Besides, it was decades ago! Can you really hold a grudge for that long?"
Serive did not see the others exchange glances at her remark as Vejita screamed, chucking the boiling ball at her face. She ducked and the blast flew by Krillin's head and whooshed over the lake, eventually colliding with a far-off rock cluster. Vejita lunged at her but she threw herself to the ground and rolled out of the way. Although Vejita was quick to keep up with her movements, she was just as quick and flew into the air as he threw another crackling attack. Vejita then followed suit and took to the air to chase after her.
The others watched, dumbfounded, Vejita miss the swift woman again and again as she shouted attempts to calm him.
Yamcha scratched his head. "So… should we do something?"
"We don't even know whose side we should be on," Gohan pointed out.
Chaozu was a bit curious about the strange doll she'd left behind. It remained floating in the air where Serive had been standing before Vejita's bloodlust had finally exploded.
"She doesn't seem too harmful," Trunks put in. "I mean, she would have knocked his block off by now if she was able." Trunks took a few steps toward the lake, over which the two were holding their chase. He cupped his hands together and shouted through the makeshift megaphone. "Hey, Otousan! I think you've made your point!"
Otousan?? Serive's eyes locked on the purple-haired boy and suddenly saw the resemblance between him and her attacker. Unfortunately, this gave the latter enough time to zip up to her and crunch his fist into her cheek. Her head snapped to the side as she was propelled downward, but she recovered from the blow in time to see Vejita's arm winding back for another hit. She moved to the side and he struck air.
A plan quickly came into place, and Serive shot to the ground. She was running as soon as her crimson soles caught the dirt. She sped over the bluff, snatching Jinja from the air, and quickly and discreetly pulled apart the two layers of fabric so four small black spheres rolled into her palm from a space between two stitches. She closed her hand and felt them crush into a powder in her fist.
When she heard the irate prince finally land behind her she hurried toward the group. Serive was soon leading Vejita in a zig-zag path through the cluster of bewildered men. Despite that it didn't leave her much ground to escape, and no one was helping either her or Vejita thwart the other, she was able to dodge the Saiyajin's lunges.
Of course, after a few moments she decided it had been enough and it was time to put her plan in effect. She dashed behind the man with the purple hair, and in a flash she brought her forearm around his throat and yanked her arm back. His head snapped backwards, and his mouth fell open in a gasp as she'd predetermined. The wan woman covered his mouth with her hand, and the grainy substance fell from her palm and into his mouth.
Trunks tasted something bitter on his tongue and shoved the woman away. He was confused, but the surprise gave way to panic when his chest tightened up and he realized he couldn't breath. His eyes widened and his hands grasped his throat while he gaped for air. His body tensed, and as the pain in his lungs worsened he fell to his knees.
There was a shuffling sound and Trunks saw his father's gold-tipped boots come to a halt. The older man's voiced boomed in his ears.
"Stop it, Serive!" he demanded, his anger still present.
Serive was apathetic to Vejita's demand. "How long can a Saiyajin live without air?" she hissed.
"Stop it now!" Vejita repeated, the fury tainted with desperation.
"Will you knock it off and listen?"
"YES!" Vejita was understandably impatient, as his son was clawing at the ground. "Let him go!"
Amazingly, Trunks found he was able to drag precious air into his lungs, and with relief he let himself collapse onto his back.
"Trunks!" Goten hurried to his friend's side. "You okay?"
"I'm… pant… good… huff…" Trunks forced himself into a sitting position, leaning back with his palms flat on the earth behind him. His gaze fell on his father. "Bitter old girlfriend, Otousan?"
"What?" Vejita snarled. "Not in a millennia would I lower myself to-"
"What a lovely joke," Serive interrupted. "You must not know much about your father, boy." She laughed. "There were very few people that could get into his pants when he worked for Freeza."
Everyone could see the flush that crossed the prince's cheeks. "If you please, tell me what the fuck you are doing here."
Serive let Jinja float from her palm to sit on her shoulder. "I need your help."
There was silence from Vejita, and the others around them exchanged glances once again at the thought of someone asking the prince to help them.
Finally, Vejita exclaimed, "You need my help? That's a 'lovely joke,' since it has to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard in years!" He turned, showing her his back. "Why should I help you?" he demanded.
"I admit you have no reason to," Serive agreed, "but… you're the only person that can help us."
"I feel so special," the prince remarked sarcastically. "Exactly how did you come to the conclusion that I could help you when I won't?"
"Mother saw it in her vision." Serive thought back to that night on Wycan two months before…
She sat by the bed where her wounded mother lay. Bandages were tightly wrapped around the queen's wounds, covering much of the visage the princess had grown to be the spitting image of, and the sovereign writhed in agony.
But the pain was not from the wounds; it came from the terrible dream she was afflicted with. Serive struggled to wake her mother, but the sleep was too deep to be broken. The fits were quite frightful. Her Majesty's eyelids were trembling and her body twitching, and she often burst out with quite terrifying moans-
Oh, she was awake! Serive was elated when the movements ceased and her exhausted mother's eyelids opened.
"Gods…" her mother breathed. Her gaze fell on her daughter and she stared at her for a moment, as if seeing her for the first time.
"Are you okay, Mother?" Serive asked. "You've received so many wounds from Kouruji's soldiers."
She sat up, and a servant was quick to prop up pillows for Her Grace to rest on. "I will be fine," the queen soothed her worried daughter, then said softly, "but… I fear for you…"
Serive raised an orange eyebrow. "Why? I came from the battle unscathed."
"You must go," the queen told her.
"Go…?" Go where? It was then the princess realized… "It was a vision you were suffering? Not a nightmare?"
Her mother nodded. "You must find one to help us. It is far away…"
Serive shook her head. "I can't leave you alone here. It's too dangerous!"
"You will go," her mother ordered.
Serive pleaded with her eyes, but when she saw stone in her mother's stare, she knew that she was to follow her queen's command. "Yes, My Lady," she conceded.
"You know of someone…" the older woman began, going on with her vision, "… or rather you knew him… He is royalty, as you are, and you knew him those years ago when you worked for Freeza."
Serive thought for a bit. There were many princes and kings in Freeza's ranks.
"You used him to escape…"
Serive's eyes widened. "Vejita? But all the Saiyajins are dead!"
"You do not know for sure," her mother corrected her.
"But what if those rumors are false?" Serive herself had always believe the tales people had told of spotting a Saiyajin or two on several occasions over the years. When it came to deserting her planet in a time of war in order to search for one of the warriors, however, she suddenly wasn't so sure.
"Are you saying that my precognition is faulty?" the queen snapped. She was obviously insulted.
"Of course not, Mother!" Serive replied, "but-"
"You will find him on a planet in the Western quadrant… It's called…" Her Majesty struggled for a moment to remember that particular fragment. "It's called Earth." She turned her attention to the young servant who had retreated to the corner of the room. "Prepare one of the pods to be launched at sunrise."
And here Serive was, and her mother was right. The prince was standing before her, only signs of age differing from what she could recall about him. Well, and his son; that was quite a change.
The prince turned again, and his scowl was replaced with a smirk. "Oh, yes. I'd forgotten about your people's ridiculous religion." He leaned a bit towards her and sneered. "Well, I guess this shall show you how well your oracles can foresee things. You're on your own." His back was to her again.
Serive's eyes darkened and she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "I suppose I should have known better than to expect you to empathize with a planet in trouble."
Vejita smacked her hand away. "What ever got it into your head that I would give a damn anyway?" he growled.
"What's wrong with your planet?" Goten asked out of curiosity, and shrank back when Vejita glared at him for doing so.
"Wycan is in chaos," Serive explained. "My father's Chief Advisor, Kouruji, turned on the royal family. He killed my father and announced his dictatorship over all of my people. Most of the population gave in, but the rest joined a revolt led by my mother and myself. We've tried for five years to kill him, but he is too powerful. Our numbers are dwindling, and we need someone to help us before Kouruji tires of playing with us and decides to kill us off."
"Well, I guess life just sucks for you then," was Vejita's cold response to Serive's dilemma.
"Vejita!" Goten exclaimed scoldingly. "Her people are in danger!"
Vejita whirled on the boy. "Who fucking cares!" he snapped. "Lots of people are in danger! Plenty of people will be in danger! Some people have already been in danger, and they died because no one else gave a shit! Why should I care what happens to the goddamn Wycanians?" Before he could hear anyone preach of doing good just because it was right, he swung back around to the glaring Serive. "You came all the way here for nothing," he spat. "Get in your pod and go."
Serive briefly pondered sending … what was his name? Trunks? She contemplated sending him into cardiac arrest, but that would achieve nothing since the amount she gave him would last no more than another hour. Any agreement she could squeeze out of the prince wouldn't last very long. Perhaps if he had no Saiyajin blood in him it would have lasted approximately a day.
But he must have had Earthling blood in him, since there was no sign of a Saiyajin female around-
"Her pod is destroyed," Gohan commented, breaking Serive's train of thought.
Serive snorted, now in quite the bad mood. "What a piece of shit. I would have preferred an updated model, if any existed. Ever since the fall of the Kold family space pods have been scarce because of lack of demand."
The Kolds: a family of three Ice-jin, who had come into great power over the last few centuries. Their goal had been to make an empire of the entire universe, so they were constantly conquering and purging planets. Mass genocide was another consequence of their greed, which was said to have stemmed from the destruction of their own planet by stray asteroids. Their reign was feared to be eternal, for an Ice-jin's lifespan was rumored to be a millenium, and even then talk amongst the soldiers had been that they were constantly searching for a source of immortality.
Of course, that was before they all died.
Freeza was the first to fall. It was thought that he died in the explosion of Namek, but he was rescued from space and repaired. Then he went and died on… Earth, Serive remembered, realizing why the planet name sounded so familiar when she first heard it. Lord Kold had died alongside his son. No one knew exactly how their demise had occurred, but there had been prattle giving credit to a Super Saiyajin. The same gossip had gone about when King Kold's other son, Cooler, had perished.
Serive was going to ask about the occasions when Trunks suggested, "I suppose my okaasan could build you something."
Serive blinked and stared at the young half-Saiyajin as he got to his feet. "Okaasan?" she repeated.
"I didn't create him out of thin air, witch," Vejita muttered.
Serive's narrow gaze returned to the prince, and the others watched as her frown turned up into a vicious smirk. "Oh, I know that," she said lucidly. "I just assumed she was dead like all the others you raped."
Even though they hadn't spoken much, the group was nervously silent now. Vejita stiffened at the remark and his eyes widened. He grabbed Serive's arm and pulled her closer to him.
"The only reason I don't kill you for that," he hissed quietly, "is because I know you still have control over Trunks. But your power won't last forever, so I could watch my mouth if I were you."
Serive pulled her arm away and chuckled. "I gather it was actually mutual this time then," she replied, unfazed and not caring to lower her voice. "I'm surprised, I must say."
Vejita turned away from her again and tried to ignore the sickened feeling in his stomach as he felt all eyes on him, especially Trunks'.
Chaozu finally broke the uneasy silence. "May I ask… What is that thing?" He pointed to Jinja on Serive's shoulder.
"I was going to ask the same thing about you," she said and ignored the hurt expression on the doll-like man's face. "This is a gredabringe doll. On Wycan we sew them together and then invoke the spirit of an ancestor into it. They watch over us and help us when we are in need of guidance."
"While we're asking questions," Trunks jumped in, taking his eyes off his father, who'd retreated to the outskirts of the group, "what was that stuff you put in my mouth?"
Serive took the doll off her shoulder and held it before her so Trunks could see it more clearly. "Those are pletels that we store in the gredabringes to use for certain invocations." She seemed to take great pride in Jinja.
"I can't believe your people still believe in talking dolls," Vejita scoffed.
"It talks?" Goten repeated.
Serive opened her mouth to answer, but Vejita beat her to it. "Supposedly through a telepathic link," he said, rolling his eyes. "It's just a delusion conditioned into them. They actually talk to themselves." He shot a pointed look at Serive.
"Don't mock my species, Saiyajin," Serive seethed. "At least enough of mine are still around to celebrate our culture."
Before Vejita could shout a retort, Krillin stepped between the two. "How about we head back to the CC and ask Bulma about that spaceship?" he proposed nervously.
"If it gets her back to her side of the galaxy, fine," Vejita agreed, keeping his hateful gaze on the pallid woman staring bitterly back at him.
Then, without warning, there was a flash of blue and Vejita was in the air, heading back towards the city without waiting for anyone to catch up. Serive narrowed her eyes, seeing the action as akin to a challenge, and was close behind him in the next instant. Not wanting to leave the two alone for too long or be left behind, the others quickly followed.
Struggling to keep up with the prince and princess, Trunks turned his head and said to Goten, "I think you were right about us getting into trouble."
The frowning Goten only looked straight ahead. "What else is new?" was the muttered reply.
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I tried to put spaces in the greater scene changes this time. ^_^;; I have to remember not to rely on Word to do that… Oh, and if you didn't realize it, Serive's little flashback 'bout her mom was just in her mind. She didn't narrate it or anything… Just making sure you knew.
Anyhow, you know how it goes. Constructive criticism is appreciated, praise used to inflate ego, negative comments used to humble, flames used for making smores. Yum! ^_^ In other words, PLEASE REVIEW! I'm an insecure little worm. ;.; Boy, someone needs prozac tonight. o_o Or maybe some sleep… Er… Carry on! o_o;;