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Of course, with my luck, right when I sit down to eat some decent food, someone else comes in. Actually two people. My niece, Diablo, and her guard known as Kat. I met my niece when she was a baby once, but that was it. Her guard, Kat, is a third class like Kakkarot, and amazingly enough is related to Kakkarot. Like a third cousin, or something. Well, of course, they come over here to see what's going on. 'Why me?'
"Um, Prince Vegeta?" Diablo says meekly, standing a little ways behind me.
"Hn." I growl, starting to eat. I can eat about as fast as Kakkarot, but I'm a little bit neater then him.
"Uh... I just... " She stuttered.
"She wanted to know if she could talk to you... " Diablo elbowed her. "Sir." Kat added quickly.
"Sit." I say curtly, getting an immediate reaction. 'I'm beginning to love being the prince again...'
"Geez, Veg', you're gettin' all of the attention lately." Kakkarot comented.
"Hn." I take a bite of an insect-like creatures leg. "Of course, who else?"
"Ch. Such a brat." All I did was smirk at his comment.
"Why do you let a third-class speak to you so commonly?" Diablo asked, eyeing Kakkarot suspiciously.
"You try getting him to call me 'Ouiji' and see what happens. He can be as stubborn as me, I swear." I tell her. All of a sudden, I get this weird tingling feeling in my spine. I pause, looking behind me. As I expected, and half hoped, there was a long, reddish brown and furry tail waving behind me. I blinked, then smirked. Along with my tail, some of my strength would return. And now that I'm older, I can conrtrol going Oozaru. I turn back to my food, pretty happy. The other are having their own conversation, but I don't listen, thinking about what Kakkarot was thinking before. 'Just because he... wants... me, doesn't mean he loves me, right?' With that thought, I feel a little bit of pain, but quickly push it aside, thinking 'What the hell? I can't feel that... for him! Grr... Damned human emotions... Damned Kakkarotto-plague... But... Is it really that bad? I mean, sure he is third-class and acts stupid at times... But he turned Super Saiyan before I could even fathom the power.'
/What are you talking about? He's a third-class baka! He doesn't deserve your attention./ (AN: /words/ means Vegeta's prideful concience, and 'words' means Vegeta's other concience)
'Actually... Like I just said, or rather thought, he turned Super Saiyan before I did, and was the first to do so in 3,000 years! Any one who does that deserves to be a Super Elite.'
/Let's think rationally here. He's a damn idiot and acts like a three year old most of the time! Do you really want to have to deal with that?!/
'He only acts like that around his friends! He usually doesn't act like that when he's around me unless he's in a goofy mood of his.'
/But It's Kakkarot Of All People!/
'... Exactly! It's Kakkarot! It could be worse...'
/How?/
'I could love Nappa...'
/... True... But.../
'No! I'm not running away from my feelings again! I Refuse To Be A Coward! Now Shutup While I Decide What I Want!' Now I'm starting to question my sanity... Do normal people fight with themselves like that? Oh well... I have a major decision on my hands right now, and really need to figure it out.
I observe the others, having their own conversations. Trunks is talking to Kat, and seems to have taken a liking to her. Diablo's talking to Goten. Of course those two pairs would match up. Bardock's talking with Raditz, Nappa,Turles, and Gohan. Bulma is talking to the harpy. They're talking about Kakkarot. I can tell. They keep glancing at him and gesturing at him. I feel a growl start to build up in my throat, but I stop myself before I could growl. What am I thinking? Damnit, that was too far. I look over to Kakkarot, seeing he has joined the conversation between Bardock, Raditz, Nappa, Turles and Gohan. He laughed at something Gohan said, wearing that stupid grin of his. I only hate it because it's fake. Utterly and completely fake. No one else knows it but him and me. Damn him...
"Uh, Vegeta-sama?" Kat says, meekly.
"What?!" I growl, now fully irritated with myself and Kakkarot.
"Why aren't you eating?"
I look down at my food, just remembering it's there. I shrug, starting to eat again. I take a quick peek at Kakkarot again, then eat the rest of my food. Kat keeps an eye on me, as if she knows something. What could she know? She smirks, making an eye gesture towards Kakkarot, then smirks even more. Damnit! I scowl, glaring at her. All she does is smirk more, if possible. I growl deep in my throat. If she's suggesting what I think she is she's dead. She gives a knowing look, then turns back to Trunks. I already don't like her... I finally finish up my meal, the plates piled up in about five stacks, then decide it's time to show them around. "Ready?" I ask them. They look at me, confused. "Well?! Am I goin to show you around or not?!" Realization dawns on them and they get up. It seems Raditz. Nappa, Turles, Kat, and Diablo are coming too. Great... More annoyances.
"Onna! Are you coming or not?" I shout over to Bulma. She quickly gets up and runs over to me, the harpy running beside Kakkarot and his brats. Bulma latches onto my arm, reminding me a lot of her mother. I shudder at the thought. So, we start out. We have to cut through the crowded hallways, and I'm sure someone's going to get lost. I remember the twining halls like the back of my hand, even though it's been quite a while.
"Where are we going first, Vegeta?" Bulma asks me, sounding a little excited.
"To the courtyard, then to Kilyka." I answer.
"Kilyka?" She asks.
"The neares town. It's only about a quarter of a mile away." I tell her.
"A quarter of a mile? Are we walking?" She asks.
"Of course."
"Dang. I shouldn't have worn these shoes." She said, looking at her high heels. I shrug, smirking. Making another left at the upcoming corner, I happen to run in the last person on my mind right now.
~~~~~srry bout the cliffy, but figured i'd get more reviews this way *smiles sweetly* and srry for it bein short... i was hopin to get at least to 35 reviews on this chap, so i'll continue more... which means, if i get 35 reviews, i'll continue updating and try to update quicker... i had the biggest case of writers bloack and was working on my other stories... so i kinda put this story aside... forgive me pleez! and just a reminder... PLEEZ REVIEW!!!~~~~~
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Of course, with my luck, right when I sit down to eat some decent food, someone else comes in. Actually two people. My niece, Diablo, and her guard known as Kat. I met my niece when she was a baby once, but that was it. Her guard, Kat, is a third class like Kakkarot, and amazingly enough is related to Kakkarot. Like a third cousin, or something. Well, of course, they come over here to see what's going on. 'Why me?'
"Um, Prince Vegeta?" Diablo says meekly, standing a little ways behind me.
"Hn." I growl, starting to eat. I can eat about as fast as Kakkarot, but I'm a little bit neater then him.
"Uh... I just... " She stuttered.
"She wanted to know if she could talk to you... " Diablo elbowed her. "Sir." Kat added quickly.
"Sit." I say curtly, getting an immediate reaction. 'I'm beginning to love being the prince again...'
"Geez, Veg', you're gettin' all of the attention lately." Kakkarot comented.
"Hn." I take a bite of an insect-like creatures leg. "Of course, who else?"
"Ch. Such a brat." All I did was smirk at his comment.
"Why do you let a third-class speak to you so commonly?" Diablo asked, eyeing Kakkarot suspiciously.
"You try getting him to call me 'Ouiji' and see what happens. He can be as stubborn as me, I swear." I tell her. All of a sudden, I get this weird tingling feeling in my spine. I pause, looking behind me. As I expected, and half hoped, there was a long, reddish brown and furry tail waving behind me. I blinked, then smirked. Along with my tail, some of my strength would return. And now that I'm older, I can conrtrol going Oozaru. I turn back to my food, pretty happy. The other are having their own conversation, but I don't listen, thinking about what Kakkarot was thinking before. 'Just because he... wants... me, doesn't mean he loves me, right?' With that thought, I feel a little bit of pain, but quickly push it aside, thinking 'What the hell? I can't feel that... for him! Grr... Damned human emotions... Damned Kakkarotto-plague... But... Is it really that bad? I mean, sure he is third-class and acts stupid at times... But he turned Super Saiyan before I could even fathom the power.'
/What are you talking about? He's a third-class baka! He doesn't deserve your attention./ (AN: /words/ means Vegeta's prideful concience, and 'words' means Vegeta's other concience)
'Actually... Like I just said, or rather thought, he turned Super Saiyan before I did, and was the first to do so in 3,000 years! Any one who does that deserves to be a Super Elite.'
/Let's think rationally here. He's a damn idiot and acts like a three year old most of the time! Do you really want to have to deal with that?!/
'He only acts like that around his friends! He usually doesn't act like that when he's around me unless he's in a goofy mood of his.'
/But It's Kakkarot Of All People!/
'... Exactly! It's Kakkarot! It could be worse...'
/How?/
'I could love Nappa...'
/... True... But.../
'No! I'm not running away from my feelings again! I Refuse To Be A Coward! Now Shutup While I Decide What I Want!' Now I'm starting to question my sanity... Do normal people fight with themselves like that? Oh well... I have a major decision on my hands right now, and really need to figure it out.
I observe the others, having their own conversations. Trunks is talking to Kat, and seems to have taken a liking to her. Diablo's talking to Goten. Of course those two pairs would match up. Bardock's talking with Raditz, Nappa,Turles, and Gohan. Bulma is talking to the harpy. They're talking about Kakkarot. I can tell. They keep glancing at him and gesturing at him. I feel a growl start to build up in my throat, but I stop myself before I could growl. What am I thinking? Damnit, that was too far. I look over to Kakkarot, seeing he has joined the conversation between Bardock, Raditz, Nappa, Turles and Gohan. He laughed at something Gohan said, wearing that stupid grin of his. I only hate it because it's fake. Utterly and completely fake. No one else knows it but him and me. Damn him...
"Uh, Vegeta-sama?" Kat says, meekly.
"What?!" I growl, now fully irritated with myself and Kakkarot.
"Why aren't you eating?"
I look down at my food, just remembering it's there. I shrug, starting to eat again. I take a quick peek at Kakkarot again, then eat the rest of my food. Kat keeps an eye on me, as if she knows something. What could she know? She smirks, making an eye gesture towards Kakkarot, then smirks even more. Damnit! I scowl, glaring at her. All she does is smirk more, if possible. I growl deep in my throat. If she's suggesting what I think she is she's dead. She gives a knowing look, then turns back to Trunks. I already don't like her... I finally finish up my meal, the plates piled up in about five stacks, then decide it's time to show them around. "Ready?" I ask them. They look at me, confused. "Well?! Am I goin to show you around or not?!" Realization dawns on them and they get up. It seems Raditz. Nappa, Turles, Kat, and Diablo are coming too. Great... More annoyances.
"Onna! Are you coming or not?" I shout over to Bulma. She quickly gets up and runs over to me, the harpy running beside Kakkarot and his brats. Bulma latches onto my arm, reminding me a lot of her mother. I shudder at the thought. So, we start out. We have to cut through the crowded hallways, and I'm sure someone's going to get lost. I remember the twining halls like the back of my hand, even though it's been quite a while.
"Where are we going first, Vegeta?" Bulma asks me, sounding a little excited.
"To the courtyard, then to Kilyka." I answer.
"Kilyka?" She asks.
"The neares town. It's only about a quarter of a mile away." I tell her.
"A quarter of a mile? Are we walking?" She asks.
"Of course."
"Dang. I shouldn't have worn these shoes." She said, looking at her high heels. I shrug, smirking. Making another left at the upcoming corner, I happen to run in the last person on my mind right now.
~~~~~srry bout the cliffy, but figured i'd get more reviews this way *smiles sweetly* and srry for it bein short... i was hopin to get at least to 35 reviews on this chap, so i'll continue more... which means, if i get 35 reviews, i'll continue updating and try to update quicker... i had the biggest case of writers bloack and was working on my other stories... so i kinda put this story aside... forgive me pleez! and just a reminder... PLEEZ REVIEW!!!~~~~~