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Kakarot gets a sharp rock and cuts his right hand with a quick swipe. He smears the blood from the wound on his forehead. He places his weight onto his right foot and moves his arms in a circular counter clockwise motion. He points at the sun and shifts his weight onto both feet.
Vegeta wonders, {What is he doing? Dancing?} Kakarot closes his eyes and mumbles ancient saiyan verses. While he's chanting the blood turns gold and leaks down Kakarot's face and body until it reaches his abdomen. Then it disappears as if Kakarot absorbed it.
Kakarot stops chanting and gets out of position, as if nothing had happened, and cleans the wound on his hands. Vegeta laughs, "Ha! You didn't do anything! All that trouble for nothing!"
Kakarot doesn't reply, but he takes a sharp rock and makes a slit in the back of his pants. A long tail springs out, where it was coiled up before.
Vegeta gawks at it, "How the hell did you do that?"
Kakarot smirks, looking at Vegeta straight in the eyes, "When I was little, I found these old scrolls with powerful attack and healing moves. I spent all my time studying those scrolls so that I would be able to fulfill my mission. I even brought them to Earth to study. I never told anyone about my secret...except for one boy, but he doesn't matter."
Vegeta frowns at his fellow saiyan. He always thought trust to be a weak attribute.
Kakarot says, "I knew that if I ever told anyone, they would try to kill me before I could complete my studies.
Vegeta demands, "What of the boy? What happened to him?"
Kakarot says, "I don't know. I don't remember him well. And he doesn't matter; he's the exception. Anyway, I finished my studies before I was captured and I burned the scrolls before anyone could get to them."
Vegeta scowls, "Why did you bother to all the trouble of asking me for lessons, if you had this power?"
"Because I needed something from you. Something very, very important to me. The blood of Saiyan Royalty."
Vegeta steps back from him, "You wouldn't dare."
"I would and I did. The blood is the essential ingredient to every single move in those scrolls. Long ago I had given up trying to find a way to get that blood. So I was a very smart, but a very weak saiyan. I didn't even bother trying out the moves, since they wouldn't work."
But Kakarot's lips slowly curled into a cruel smirk, "Just my luck that on the very day I was freed from my prison, I would meet the very person that would help me gain all the strength I needed. Now I am the most powerful saiyan in the universe!" He ends by laughing an almighty evil laugh.
Vegeta quickly looks all over himself and finds no cuts or wounds. He demands, "How did you get that blood?!"
Kakarot turns his head to the direction of the cabin, "Didn't you see how pale he was? How heavy his breath? Yes, Goku," seeing that Vegeta realized what he was talking about, "he was my source of blood. Though impure, his blood held all the essentials of Saiyan Royalty. Last night, when I came to your camp, I made an incision on your freak's neck and drank all the blood I needed. Unfortunately he still has enough blood to live. The half-blood doesn't deserve to live. Since he had outlived his usefulness, I would have been happy to kill him, but to do so while he sleeps would be cowardice, even if he is a freak."
Vegeta turns red with anger, "Do you expect me to thank you for that?!"
Kakarot says, "I expect you to honor our deal. Knowing the circumstances will you still do it?"
Vegeta scowls, "Don't you worry about that, Kakarot. I'll be there."
"Well good, then I'll see you at the next full moon," Kakarot gives a mocking bow and flies away, laughing.
Vegeta hurries back into the cabin and kneels by Trunks's bed. The effects of the blood draining are evident. He's a pasty white color and breathes so very, very slowly. Like a victim out of a vampire horror novel. Vegeta hisses, "Don't worry, my son. He will die." He picks up Trunks from the bed and flies in the direction of West City, home of capsule corps.
Kakarot gets a sharp rock and cuts his right hand with a quick swipe. He smears the blood from the wound on his forehead. He places his weight onto his right foot and moves his arms in a circular counter clockwise motion. He points at the sun and shifts his weight onto both feet.
Vegeta wonders, {What is he doing? Dancing?} Kakarot closes his eyes and mumbles ancient saiyan verses. While he's chanting the blood turns gold and leaks down Kakarot's face and body until it reaches his abdomen. Then it disappears as if Kakarot absorbed it.
Kakarot stops chanting and gets out of position, as if nothing had happened, and cleans the wound on his hands. Vegeta laughs, "Ha! You didn't do anything! All that trouble for nothing!"
Kakarot doesn't reply, but he takes a sharp rock and makes a slit in the back of his pants. A long tail springs out, where it was coiled up before.
Vegeta gawks at it, "How the hell did you do that?"
Kakarot smirks, looking at Vegeta straight in the eyes, "When I was little, I found these old scrolls with powerful attack and healing moves. I spent all my time studying those scrolls so that I would be able to fulfill my mission. I even brought them to Earth to study. I never told anyone about my secret...except for one boy, but he doesn't matter."
Vegeta frowns at his fellow saiyan. He always thought trust to be a weak attribute.
Kakarot says, "I knew that if I ever told anyone, they would try to kill me before I could complete my studies.
Vegeta demands, "What of the boy? What happened to him?"
Kakarot says, "I don't know. I don't remember him well. And he doesn't matter; he's the exception. Anyway, I finished my studies before I was captured and I burned the scrolls before anyone could get to them."
Vegeta scowls, "Why did you bother to all the trouble of asking me for lessons, if you had this power?"
"Because I needed something from you. Something very, very important to me. The blood of Saiyan Royalty."
Vegeta steps back from him, "You wouldn't dare."
"I would and I did. The blood is the essential ingredient to every single move in those scrolls. Long ago I had given up trying to find a way to get that blood. So I was a very smart, but a very weak saiyan. I didn't even bother trying out the moves, since they wouldn't work."
But Kakarot's lips slowly curled into a cruel smirk, "Just my luck that on the very day I was freed from my prison, I would meet the very person that would help me gain all the strength I needed. Now I am the most powerful saiyan in the universe!" He ends by laughing an almighty evil laugh.
Vegeta quickly looks all over himself and finds no cuts or wounds. He demands, "How did you get that blood?!"
Kakarot turns his head to the direction of the cabin, "Didn't you see how pale he was? How heavy his breath? Yes, Goku," seeing that Vegeta realized what he was talking about, "he was my source of blood. Though impure, his blood held all the essentials of Saiyan Royalty. Last night, when I came to your camp, I made an incision on your freak's neck and drank all the blood I needed. Unfortunately he still has enough blood to live. The half-blood doesn't deserve to live. Since he had outlived his usefulness, I would have been happy to kill him, but to do so while he sleeps would be cowardice, even if he is a freak."
Vegeta turns red with anger, "Do you expect me to thank you for that?!"
Kakarot says, "I expect you to honor our deal. Knowing the circumstances will you still do it?"
Vegeta scowls, "Don't you worry about that, Kakarot. I'll be there."
"Well good, then I'll see you at the next full moon," Kakarot gives a mocking bow and flies away, laughing.
Vegeta hurries back into the cabin and kneels by Trunks's bed. The effects of the blood draining are evident. He's a pasty white color and breathes so very, very slowly. Like a victim out of a vampire horror novel. Vegeta hisses, "Don't worry, my son. He will die." He picks up Trunks from the bed and flies in the direction of West City, home of capsule corps.