"What was that!?" Krillin yelled over the rumble of the ocean now rolling back in the wake of Tien's Reikitzen blast. Tien wrenched his mouth from Launch's chest and sat up, gasping.
"What are you doin'? Come back here!" Launch snarled, covering her hickey covered chest with her discarded top and tried to pull him back down by his shorts.
"Not now, Launch!" He snapped, trying to listen to the rumbling sound.
"Whaddaya mean, not now? You better finish what you started, Tien!" Launch growled, tying on half her bikini top. "Let's go to my room..." She said, seductively.
He stood up, shaking his head and pulling up his shorts that were sagging down. "You know what, no! That was way too far, I can't do this...! I have to tell you something!" He yelled over the wind.
Launch reared her hand back and slapped him across the face. "Be a man! What are ya, a sissy?!" Tien looked back at her and hardened his features.
"Just because I have values, doesn't make me any less of a man!" He said sternly, not noticing the large wave of dark water arching over the sand as everyone else started running and looking for shelter.
"T-T-Tien..." Launch stuttered, backing away slowly. He turned around in time to see a giant wave come down with a crash, sending sand flying as he lifted Launch up off the ground to safety. The water rushed over the beach, leaving a reddish tint of blood on the sand. "T-Thank you.." She said softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Tien turned and held her, his heart filled with regret. "I'm sorry Launch, I think you're beautiful... I really do like you, but…there's a good reason I can't-"
Launch's nose twitched, and her eyes beaded with tears as the sand started to fall from the air. "AAHCHOO!" She sneezed loudly in a husky voice, and Tien flinched back, holding her away from him.
He looked back, feeling disappointed as the blue-haired Launch was now awake and looking at her surroundings, bewildered. "Oh, uh, sorry..." Tien said awkwardly, lowering her down to the ground. He quickly tied the back of her top before anything could pop out, and she looked over her shoulder, cheeks flushing brightly.
"What are you doing!?" She piped up, feeling man-handled.
"Um, I'm sorry, there was a little incident..." He said, and turned her around, looking down at her chest and gasping when he noticed all the hickeys from before were now gone, absent on this Launch.
"Y-You pervert!" She cried out, backing away from him and covering herself . What on Earth is going on here! Oh no, I have to check on Raditz! She shook his grip off of her and shuddered, running inside.
Tien watched her run away, lowering his head sadly. I didn't get the chance to tell her yet...
Bulma laid face down on a beach towel beside the pool, her pale skin that was just becoming a delicate beige hue covered in tanning oil. She'd drunk one too many daiquiris, and the next thing she knew she was fast asleep and falling into a fanciful dream.
"Ohhhh yeah... Give it to me..." She moaned, shuddering.
"As you wish, Princess. More chocolate syrup?" A deep voice and a dripping sound could be heard and Bulma shuddered.
"And whipped cream!" She cried out, gasping.
"But of course. How do you want it, on the top? Or all over?" His voice resonated, chuckling.
"Ohhh, spray it all over!" She gasped, licking her lips.
"Ok. Here it comes... Are you ready?"
"I'm ready, put it in my mouth!" She moaned, and Prince Vegeta lifted the large bowl of ice cream up and spooned the sundae into her mouth, making her moan with delight.
"Yesss," He seethed. "You swallow it like a real Princess, don't you? Here comes some more..." He put the spoon in her mouth again, making her moan as she swallowed.
"You know how to fill a girl up right!" She sighed, as the Prince fed her ice cream then massaged her feet...
Bulma snorted, a little drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she snoozed, having fallen asleep tanning.
"You! Woman! Wake up!" Bulma furrowed her eyebrows in her sleep, Why would I want to wake up from this paradise? She thought, mumbling and turning her head the other way. Vegeta growled, bent down and hurled her over his shoulder and into the pool.
Bulma awoke with a start, screaming as her sluggish, tipsy body hit ice cold pool water. She flapped her arms around, wailing, her short legs not working to keep her afloat in her half-asleep state.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Vegeta cursed, jumping into the pool and flew her out to safety, back on her beach towel, now sopping wet and about as happy as a shaved cat.
She looked up at him and couldn't believe the sweet prince from her dreams could act in such a way. "What the hell was that for! I was having a nice dream!" She shouted, her hair bedraggled and falling out of her hair clip.
"I don't know, maybe it was because you forgot to call off all your pathetic armies! I killed them, Princess!" He snapped, standing over her dripping wet and steaming, his teeth bared. Bulma was still trying to regain her awareness as she looked up at him dazedly.
"I don't control them! Why would I do that..?" She murmured and he sputtered, exasperated.
"What?! So who does? I'll kill them instead!" He bellowed, so hopping mad he was nearly ready to blow the vein pulsing in his forehead.
Bulma came to her senses, the reality that this was no longer a dream, and that she needed to keep up the facade that she was a princess if she wanted to survive this little encounter. "Uh, you know what, don't worry! I'll have them executed myself!" she said. He seemed satisfied with her answer and let out a long sigh of years of pent-up aggression. This guy needs to learn how to chillax...
"Good, that will suffice. I lost a good man over that battle. Where are your soldier's barracks? I need to bathe and have a large, hot meal." He huffed, crossing his arms. Bulma stared at him in disbelief, lifting one eyebrow.
"Of course, Your Highness..." She said, getting to her feet and plastering on a fake smile. He gave her a quick once over.
"What kind of garb is that? You're a Princess, not a common whore." He scoffed. Bulma grit her teeth.
"Excuse me?! On this planet I am one of the most beautiful women, and any man would be thrilled to see me in a bikini!"
The Prince chuckled, "Quite the insecure one, are we? I said your state of dress was inappropriate, I did not comment on your... features ." He said, lifting his eyebrow and tilting his head as he hinted towards her generous assets that weren't covered well by the skimpy top. Bulma pulled a towel off a lawn chair and wrapped it around herself, tossing her head back proudly.
"Well, it seems for someone so insecure I caught your attention pret-ty quickly." She said slyly and sauntered away towards the house. It was a minute before Vegeta's eyes widened and he tore them away from her shaking rear and swore under his breath.
"Follow me, Your Majesty..." She cajoled, looking over her shoulder and heading through the back door. Vegeta shook his head and followed her, all while thinking, Damn woman...!
Launch didn't know why, but an intense feeling of panic came over her when she had woken up with Tien's hands and eyes all over her. It was too much to be just a little "incident," she thought, feeling frightened when he had handled her so brazenly and stared directly at her chest. Launch opened the door to her bedroom, her head hanging down a bit as if she were tired.
Raditz watched her with anticipation, having heard all the commotion outside but unable to do anything about it. He sat up in bed, his finger tapping on his large bicep.
"Where have you been?" He asked gruffly. The girl wore such a small amount of clothing, and was wet and covered in sand, but what he was truly concerned about was how she barely lifted her head to greet him.
She walked over to the side of the bed but didn't lift her eyes, only crawled over and curled up beside him silently. "Launch?" He said softly; with a small amount of straining he laid on his side to observe her. She balled her small hands up to her chest protectively and sobbed. Raditz's heart felt seized; he became tense as he heard her small shaking gasps, smelled the sharp salty scent of tears, and the scent... of another man ?
"Who touched you!?" She shook her head, but this made him more enraged. He could smell it, the offensive scent of another male's arousal on her bikini, and it made him see red.
"He touched you. It's on your clothing." He growled. Launch curled up closer to him, cradling her head in his bandaged chest.
"Take it off. I can't stand that fucking smell. I'll kill him!" Launch moved Raditz's hand to the bikini's strap, pressing herself closer. She was not afraid of him. He looked at the string in his hand, puzzled. He pulled the knot out slowly, looking down to see if it was alright. She didn't move, or make any sound of disapproval, so he pulled the top off the rest of the way, tossing it out the window where the smell would be carried off by the wind. Launch pulled the strings loose on her bottoms and handed it to him. Again he threw it out the window.
Raditz felt sated now that the scent was gone, having been only on the clothes. Her body was cold and wet with seawater, but she did not smell as if she had been mated by another man.
"It's alright now, Little Launch. You're safe." He wrapped himself around her to keep her warm, stroking her back which was quivering violently as she was still wracked with sobs. I can't stand it. I hate that scent of tears, I want her to be happy like before, not like this...
Raditz wrapped his tail around her waist, pulling her flush to his body and purred. He couldn't explain the strange sound, if someone had the nerve to ask him. It was more or less a soft growl, but he noticed himself doing it whenever he felt content. He had also heard Saiyan mothers use the sound to calm a crying child.
"...I was so scared...but, I know that it was because of her... she let him touch my body. It wasn't me Tien was interested in..." She murmured, half to herself and half to Raditz. She had forgotten about her slight fancy with Tien; that flame had blown out ever since Raditz appeared. After such a disturbing experience, she definitely would stay far away from the three-eyed man.
"Who is she? Who let him touch your body?" He asked softly, resting his large hand on her back, almost engulfing her. Launch paused, sniffling and chuckled sadly.
"Me... my other half. But, not me.." She said, before Raditz could interrupt, "I have known it for a long time... I didn't believe it when I was told I had a "split personality," and I didn't think it was quite so literal... I saw the pictures of her and just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that there is another person sharing my body... another me… You must think I'm crazy."
Raditz wracked his brain, thoughts clicking together. He was patient while he considered what she said, keeping his mind open to possibility. Something dawned on him that he hadn't thought of in a very long time. "No. You are not... I have heard tell of a Legend of the Gemini, a race of people who inhabit one body with two souls, two separate appearances… Their race is long dead, but... If that is the case, then it is not a personality; you harbor a separate entity altogether." He said, carefully choosing his words.
Yes, the Gemini... I should have known when I saw the green-eyed female, but it has been so long... So long since we went to their planet and wiped out their race...
"What? What are you saying? I'm not human?" Launch gasped, looking up into his face. He smiled sadly and touched her cheek with his finger softly.
"Yes. I would know if you were a human. You don't smell like them. Your scent is... pleasing." Raditz gazed into her eyes, which were darker when filled with tears.
Launch stared back. "You aren't human, either. You're like Goku." She said softly.
Goku! That name... Yes... It's coming back to me now... "I am. We are Saiyans." Raditz said, and she nodded knowingly. She had figured it out when he ate the same amount as Goku and used his tail like a tool to play with her.
Launch uncurled her hand and reached to stoke Raditz's cheek, causing his pupils to dilate and his purr to deepen. She stroked his cheek softly and smiled, enjoying the warmth of his body and the soothing vibrations, the smell of his perspiration like a sweet spice. She inhaled and breathed out through her mouth. "I like your scent... it's like cinnamon... but very faint." Raditz's brows met in the middle, puzzled. He pulled her closer, double-checking by smelling her head then putting her back.
"How can you smell that?"
The Gemini were not like Saiyans with extra perceptive senses. They were something else entirely.
"I don't know.. I haven't ever smelled something nice like that.. most people smell bad... " She said with a small giggle. Then she gasped, feeling sinful for saying such a thing.
Raditz chuckled, nuzzling her approvingly and pulled the ties from her hair so he could run his fingers through her marvelous dark locks, like an oil slick of purple and blue hues.
"Your scent is like honey." He whispered in her ear, rumbling pleasedly as he pulled her hair gently through his fingers until it was untangled and silky.
"It makes me hungry... " He growled, making her giggle again. Launch raked her fingers through his hair and across his scalp as she gripped his face softly, as if she was going to arch her face up to his.
He felt the gentle tug at his roots. It made him want to go absolutely wild when her little nails scratched him. Raditz lowered his face to hers, waiting for her to give some sign she wanted him to kiss her. His eyes flicked between hers with fervor. He licked his lips, ready to take her.
Launch popped up her head suddenly, snapping out of the loving trance.
"Oh! You're probably starving!" She said, feeling sympathetic.
Raditz thought of his little theft through the window with his breastplate. "No. I'm not hungry yet. Stay." He said, pulling her down to sit on his firm abdomen. Launch blushed, remembering that nothing stopped their skin from touching. But she didn't feel frightened, she felt comfortable, safe. Raditz didn't do anything like that, not like Tien... Launch frowned a little, her eyes growing downcast.
"What?" Raditz sensed something was off immediately.
"...You wouldn't.. do anything unless I said it was ok, right?" She said shyly, placing her arm over her small yet full breasts. He laid his head back on his pillow, one hand holding her and the other behind his head.
Launch almost immediately wanted to retract her question. He showed himself to me, and flirted with me, but he hasn't made any move to actually do something.. sexual . She thought, and swallowed; staring at his expression of sheer outrage. It slowly faded to become softened, saddened as he was deep in thought. Raditz initially wanted to disagree right away, to laugh at her silly request. But he was also tempted to say no, if that would appease her. I have never waited for the woman's approval... I have only ever taken what I wanted... But with her... I couldn't.
"...No. I will not do anything, unless you say it is alright." The words tasted sickeningly sweet on his tongue, and he softly growled, feeling his hackles rise. His masculinity felt stripped. But no one could hear him right now but her. There was no Vegeta here to tease him, and that human male would understand his place once he fully covered her in his scent.
"Thank you." He felt the warm plushness of her lips tenderly pressing to his, and his eyes widened. She pulled away with a small smile, her cheeks pinkening. Raditz licked his lips and gulped, feeling his blood pressure rise from her taste on him. Launch kissed his cheek and giggled naively at his quick reaction, becoming sleepy as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Raditz's primal blood was roiling within his veins, its voice screaming to be heard. Take her! Now, weakling! Put her in her place! You are the man, You say when You want her ! She will learn to enjoy it after the pain stops! He snarled to himself, baring his teeth. His hand fisted in the sheets, shaking so hard as he wouldn't allow it to move to claim her. Raditz lied still as she settled comfortably into the nook of his arm and rested. He sighed deeply from the bottom of his belly with longing; feeling the dull ache in his loins as he ignored his body's response to her. Hesitantly, he turned his head and kissed her gently on the forehead. Then, curling his arm around her, he pulled the blanket over her form. I don't know what is wrong with me...I must be losing my freaking mind...
He could just barely open his eyes, the irises twitching back and forth dazedly as Nappa slowly became aware of the sensation of warmth spreading through the cracks in his armour and into the sand. Am I... dead? His hazy thought whispered, then he gasped as he felt a sensation of rising, of many hands wrapping around him and cradling him.
"It's one of them."
"What should we do with him?"
"Let's take him to our leader. He will know." Nappa struggled to move his tongue to form words, it felt thick in his mouth and as he became gradually more awake, he started to protest, grunting.
"Careful! He's dangerous."
"I'll make sure he doesn't wake."
A sharp sensation hit the back of his skull, and his teeth clicked together, biting his tongue and tasting the blood pooling in his mouth as he lost consciousness.
"Ugh!" Bulma screamed at the pile of filthy armour Vegeta had shedded before even making it two feet in the door. He had made himself right at home, stripping down to his blue spandex under armour, demanding to be directed to the bathing chambers. Bulma couldn't disagree with that; he stunk like dead fish! She could barely breathe as she dragged the armour out to the back yard and sprayed it with a hose, dumping gallons of industrial cleaner over it and power washing the dark bloodstains. Long strands of seaweed and a dead fish flopped out, reeking like the fisherman's wharf port-a-potty. "I'm gonna freaking barf!"
…
Vegeta hissed as the hot water ran down his scalp, letting the heat burn and numb his aching flesh. Streams of blood ran down his body as he soaped himself, seething at the sensation of the soap finding every hairline scratch and wound on his body. He only grit his teeth and allowed the pain. Every tiny bit of pain is good, it will only serve to strengthen me. He reached up and brushed his fingers through his unruly mane, closing his eyes and sighing as the ache became soothed, the steam billowing up and concealing the dark shadow of his body through the scalloped shower door.
...
Bulma set his now gleaming white armour out to dry in the sunlight, sighing. Bunny popped her head out the door, her red-lipped mouth in a circle of surprise after seeing the wild-looking man storm through the house.
"Bulma? Who's our little house guest?" Bulma walked back in the door, wiping her hands on her towel.
"A real Prince Charming! Ha!" She said sarcastically, taking her hair down from its clip and shaking it out.
"Is he staying for dinner...?" Her mother asked with a hint of hopeful excitement.
"Sure is, and make sure it's hot, he says. And make a lot." Bulma scoffed, removing her flip flops and going to her room to take a quick shower.
"Ooh, how excitin'!" Bunny exclaimed, bouncing happily back to the kitchen followed by a loud clanging of pots and pans as she enthusiastically got to making dinner.
Bulma had only just barely stepped out onto the plush pink floor mat when she heard a bellow of discontent at her door. "Woman!" Bulma ran her fingers through her hair and nearly pulled it out at the roots, wanting to scream.
"What!?" She stormed out, hastily wrapping a towel around herself. The door blew open and he stood there like the sculpted bronze statue of Adonis, holding up shreds of a white T-shirt with large blood stains on it.
"Your cheap linens don't fit right!" He snarled, tossing it down.
Bulma gasped, "That was Yamcha's!" She picked it up, observing the damage. Her eyes flickered back to his tanned abdomen, ignoring the rippling muscle and settling on the many scratches and tears in his flesh, where pink flesh bubbled out from the worst gash on his ribs. "You need medical attention!"
He looked down at himself, scoffing. "These are nothing! Just flesh wounds!" He said, and feeling exasperated he swung his arms out with exaggeration. Bulma could see the twitching of his clenched jaw as he crossed his arms over himself to hide the pain.
"I'd have to say I agree with you there Bulma, that scrape on his side should be at the very least stitched up." Dr. Briefs had wandered over and poked at the wound strategically with his pen. Vegeta shot straight up and howled in sheer agony. Bulma backed away in fear, remembering the deadly wrath of their visitor.
"Now, can you say with all certainty, that didn't hurt?" Dr. Briefs said, clicking his pen and putting it back into his lab coat pocket. Vegeta only growled in response. "That's what I thought. Come along young man, let's get you stitched up." He said, and to Bulma's amazement, Vegeta lowered his head and followed her father to the medical wing. She watched as a brown tail slumped out of his sweatpants dejectedly, and Bulma put her hand to her mouth and giggled at the way it drooped comically. Well, I'll be damned ... She thought in amazement and closed the door to go get dressed.
They had finished picking up all the damage to the beach after the large tidal wave had hit and returned indoors to relax for a while. Tien looked on, distracted as Yamcha and Krillin played Mortal Kombat competitively, with the rest watching and cheering them on, having some slices of pizza instead after their barbeque was ruined. Tien didn't feel much like playing games tonight.
He walked out of the room and went outside to where Master Roshi was outside fiddling with the grill, dumping water out of it and grumbling to himself. "Need a hand?" Tien asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Nah, I think I'm just gonna throw it out! Been burnin' up food all day, I don't know where the hell it goes, just up and disappears!" Roshi said, his hands on his hips, looking at the grill sternly as if he could conjure up the missing food.
"I was wondering, uh, if you could give me some advice .." Master Roshi turned and raised his eyebrows, wiping his brow that was smeared with charcoal.
"Uh, sure if that's what you want.." He said, shrugging. Tien looked around conspicuously, and Roshi put his arm around his shoulder, cackling. They walked away from the house, towards the backyard for some privacy.
"It's that little spitfire Launch that got ya all worked up, isn't it? Heh heh." He said knowingly. He had seen quite enough to form an opinion, during their "secret" little rendezvous behind the palm trees.
"...Yeah, she says that if I don't.. finish what I started then I'm not a man... I just don't know what to do, I was supposed to keep my vow of chastity but it's too late now to say I've been completely chaste..." He said shyly. "But I really like Launch, I don't want to hurt her feelings.." Master Roshi nodded, a wry grin on his face.
"Tell ya what boy, a man only gets one shot with a girl like that, I say ya probably blew it!" He shook his head shamefully, and Tien's eyes widened, his shoulders sagging.
"Really? You think?" They went and sat down on logs over by the firepit they used at times, and Roshi picked up a stick and started poking a hole in the ground thoughtfully.
"If you want to win her back, you'll have to prove that you really intend to finish the job! Women are verrrrrry particular about every little thing you say. That's why you may -sometimes- have to make up a harmless white lie to calm her down... Now, we'll discuss the details of all that later, first I want to make sure you know the essentials of courting a lady." Roshi elaborated, as this was a very important part of his pupil's education.
Tien laughed and feeling a little sheepish, he blushed. "Well, I can't say I'm an expert on the subject, being a monk, I've never done anything with a girl, nor did I think I would... ever." He said, and Roshi nodded wisely.
"Well, ya see. In my time I've courted many a lovely lady, and I've done some extensive research into the aspects of the female anatomy, and the complex workings of the female brain." Tien looked on, a rapt listener.
"Now, ya see this stick? That's your tall fellow if ya know what I mean, heh heh! And that hole in the ground, well, that's her lady parts..."
A rumbling sound in her ear startled Launch from her peaceful slumber; she sat up, blinking dazedly. She turned, looking over the vast expanse of man before her, at Raditz, who still snored peacefully. Launch softly chuckled, watching his nose twitching, how he made tiny grunts in his throat as he slept.
She reached over and stroked her hand over his hair, noticing how it was in disarray and becoming knotted. Launch frowned, worried that the care that she was giving him wasn't adequate enough. She raked her fingers through his hair and he didn't seem to stir, he only calmed his twitching. Launch combed out what she could, climbing over him to reach the hair at his crown. She felt a hot breath as she was reaching and trying to get the knot at the very top of his head, then felt two hands clutching her thighs and a muffled groan.
"Huh?" Launch looked down and saw him struggling between her legs, then jumped up yelping when something nipped her thigh. Launch fell backwards and Raditz sat up, his face red and contorted with rage.
"What the hell girl, you tell me I can't have you, then you rub it on my face?" He snarled, licking his lips. His eyes were wild, the whites of them bulging out as she clapped her knees together and backed away.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Launch blushed and narrowed her shoulders, feeling bad for unknowingly teasing him. But also she felt naughty, like a swatted pet.
"Now, after that, I am hungry, so unless you want to be the appetizer, I suggest you find some food!"
He was attempting to get up, and Launch hopped off the bed before he could. Remembering that she was naked she covered herself, squealing. Raditz shook his head.
"That's not necessary. Don't be foolish, little Launch." He said with a gruff snort. He felt like a caged lion with meat dangling before its hungry snout. He sighed heavily and cracked his neck, and placing his hands on the sides of the bed he pushed himself up with a groan, cracking his back and stretching.
Launch stared at him, stunned; she hadn't realized how tall he was as he came towards her and her head only came to just below his chest. He looked down and smirked, "Did you really think I couldn't leave this fucking bed? A man has to take a shit sometime." Then he turned; his long hair swishing down to the back of his knees and bent down into the archway and slammed the bathroom door closed behind him.
Launch stood with her hand over her wildly racing heart, then scrambled to go fetch clothes to wear. She threw on a T-shirt and jeans, not caring what they were and ran out towards the kitchen. It was dark but for an array of flashing lights of video games playing in the living room. She heard the game's loud blood splatter and screaming as Oolong jumped up, showboating after annihilating Yamcha's character.
Yamcha jeered back drunkenly, falling off the couch, and Chaotzu and Puar looked at each other and shook their heads. Launch crept away silently, not wishing to clean up the mess in the living room after one of them wasn't able to hold his drinks. She looked on the counter at the three half-empty pizza boxes there, then saw another three next to them not even opened.
Launch took the boxes and hefted them back to the room, shouldering open the door and setting the boxes down on her trunk at the end of the bed.
"Here, is that enough, Mr. Raditz?" Launch said, looking around the room at the empty bed and the closed bathroom door. She sighed and sat down, opening the top box and popping the triangular slice of greasy cheese into her mouth.
Raditz came out not long after with sweat beaded on his body and sat down heavily on the bed. It was excruciatingly painful to stand up like he had, but he wasn't going to let her know that. There was no way he would lower himself even more and have her help him do... that .
"Here you go. I found us some pizza." She said, opening the box and setting it in front of him. His eyes widened at the sight, his sharp, twitching nose taking in the tempting aroma.
"Mmm, " He murmured and picked up three slices and crammed them in his mouth.
Launch giggled as he started shoveling them in at a rapid pace, grabbing the second box and inhaling those too.
She nabbed one more slice before handing him the third box, smiling at his pizza sauce splattered cheeks. She reached over to tuck a fallen spike of hair behind his ear, and when she did he paused mid-chew, turning to glare at her. "Sorry..." She said, and frowned. Once he was done he laid back, wiping his mouth with his hand and licking it.
Launch gathered up the boxes and brought them outside, intending to go throw them on the fire pit. She stepped out the back door and into the darkening yard, seeing the glow of a fire there. She smiled and waved at Master Roshi when he called her over, a bit drunkenly as well. Launch tossed the boxes to the side and brushed her hands off.
"Hi there, Launch. Having fun?" He said, grinning.
"What do you mean?" She said, walking over and sitting on the log beside him.
"Well, I don't think you ate all those pizzas yourself. Only Goku can eat like that, or perhaps his brother..." He said, chuckling softly.
"Goku has a brother?" She asked innocently.
"That's right, you weren't there. The blondie was. Yep, Goku's brother is the one who got him killed. Raditz was the name." He said soberly. Launch froze, her heart feeling stabbed with shock.
"R-Raditz, you say...?"