Vegeta followed Bulma with a sneer permanently carved into his features, his arms crossed obstinately after she had driven him insane before even eating breakfast - which he found was much less offensive than dinner. She then made him wait to be clothed and have only a flimsy door to conceal him. Now she was showing him around the place as if she were some kind of blasted tour guide. He wore the offered clothing she gave and was at the very least pleased to find that the girl had managed to make everything fit him just right.
"...And this is the pièce de résistance, my latest work to repair an alien space pod, much like the ones you used! I think you'll be pleased to find everything is in working order, this was left out in the woods for a long time... I had to clean out a bird's nest from the..."
Her words began to fade out as he glared at the number on the motherboard, number 276...
"Don't tell me, you were the fool that sent the distress call to Frieza's headquarters!?" He said incredulously. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she processed what he said.
"Distress call? To who...?" She asked innocently, cringing back a little as he slapped his face with his palm angrily, dragging his fingers down and glaring at her.
"I swear, if you weren't supposedly some earthling princess, I would kill you where you stand, right now," Vegeta said viciously, sending a shiver straight down Bulma's spine and to her bladder. She was certain it would burst any minute now as he stepped towards her and took her by her arms.
"That call is what started this whole entire problem. Now Nappa is dead, Raditz is incapacitated...and I'm here - of all places watching over a helpless human female!" Bulma stared up into his cold eyes and pressed her brows together at his last statement.
"'Helpless?!' I am not helpless! You better take that back, or else we can have another little experiment, and this time, I'll win!" She said, thinking back to the time she blasted him with her turret, earning that same wry grin from him even now.
"Oh? Do you enjoy playing games with me, little woman?" He chuckled lowly, a gleam of interest in his eye.
"Yeah, I have an idea, how about we play… uh… whoever gets to the ship first wins!" She said, squirming her way out of his hands and scrambling towards the ship. Vegeta watched to see what she would do, not counting on her even knowing how to turn it on again. Before he knew it, she had sat at the console and began typing. His eyes widened and he yanked her out of her chair just as the screen began to light up, the symbols signaling missed messages flashing angrily in red.
Vegeta rested his hand on the ship's hood and surged a ball of energy into it, jumping up deftly and sweeping her up with him as the ship blew apart with a loud crash, large pieces of metal slicing through the air. Vegeta turned his back to the blast and shielded her from it. Bulma squirmed in his arms, crying frantically and slapping at his chest, kicking whatever she could in her anger. "How could you?! That was ten months worth of work!"
He looked back at the results of the explosion with a grim expression, adjusting her in his arms so she couldn't struggle. "I can't have you sending any more of your ' 'accidental' messages! Besides, I'd rather have Frieza think Kakarot is dead!" Vegeta shouted, his chest falling and rising rapidly as the panic he felt when she turned it on still raced through his veins.
"And why should I care about that?! Listen, I don't remember sending any kind of distress call! I don't even know who you're talking about!" She stressed, she would've escaped his grip if her legs weren't trapped between his in a deathly pretzel, if she were to struggle anymore he could easily break them. Maybe this wasn't the best position to get through that thick skull of his.
"It's inconsequential for you to know, you'd be disintegrated in seconds if you ever had the misfortune of coming face to face with my superior. As for Kakarot, he was the one Raditz was sent to this filthy mudpit planet to retrieve." Vegeta explained tensely, but still there seemed to be a great misunderstanding between them. I despise having to explain myself, so why do I even waste my words on this woman? Maybe the best route would be to bring her back to be reprimanded. At least I could have some feeble sense of dignity before being discharged with a death beam.
Bulma bravely looked up into his darkened features beneath the rays of the sun at his back and told him the truth. "Maybe I would be better off as dust! According to you, my friend Goku died all thanks to a mistake I made that I don't even remember making!" Her eyes began to water with her frustration, but she kept speaking. "-because I made that stupid call, because I was too depressed to see him one last time and he was killed by that brute Raditz!" She said the last word callously, blinking hard and allowing her tears to fall on Vegeta's chest, soaking into the neckline of his white beater. He processed the girl's words and connected them to what he had heard in the scouter's log. Vegeta frowned. He would like to think that he could delay his overlord's eventual discovery of the failed mission by simply destroying the ship and any traces of their whereabouts, but it wasn't that easy. In fact, it seemed impossible. There was no feasible way to defeat Frieza, nor evade him.
What can I do, here on earth? Simply bide my time until my eventual death? Or perhaps… This girl could be of use to me, she seems intelligent and she certainly is brave to be screaming the way she is. I almost admire that. Vegeta thought with a bemused huff, his eyes lowering to the struggling girl in his arms.
"Are you even listening?! It's not MY fault! Now let go of me!" She cried, her chest hitching as she held back her painful sobs. Her tears were quelled by her sudden surprise when he carefully wiped her tears away with the back of his hand, his rough knuckles scraping her cheek as he turned her face and wiped the other.
"There, stop all that useless crying. What has been done cannot be altered now." He said, lowering her gradually to the ground. Bulma nodded, and in a way she felt better. Plus, he wasn't wrong. Whether or not it was her fault, there was really nothing they could do now but move on from it.
"Thank you... Vegeta." She said, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, hopping back from him and giggling as he flinched back from her, appalled. Bulma took off running back to the house with her hands on her bright pink cheeks, laughing at what she'd just gotten away with.
Vegeta growled and wiped his cheek briskly with the back of his hand and advanced on her, stopping her instantly by latching his tail around her waist and spinning her around quickly. He returned the favor, pressing his lips firmly to hers, stopping her from resisting by holding her arms firmly to her sides.
Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips crushing against hers, stealing the very breath from her. She gasped with surprise, her lips parting to allow him to take a taste of her. Her knees weakened as he swept his hot tongue through her lips, sampling her sweet flavor. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her sinking form tighter, arching her back. Bulma hesitantly reciprocated the kiss, feeling a surge of excitement as she submitted to the heat of the moment.
She quivered as he pulled back with a grazing of his pointed canine on her lip, then he parted from her just as quickly as he had come. A thin stream of blood trickled from her bottom lip as she gazed into his dark pupils surrounded by coal irises. She felt his exhale of hot breath on her as he leaned in and licked the blood from her lip, his eyes closed as he rumbled from the taste of her blood. Vegeta pulled back, licking her scarlet blood from his lips. His eyes gleamed with hunger - whether a carnal desire, or one for human flesh, she didn't know.
"See, you are helpless… Even to my advances." He scoffed coldly as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her back; his tail writhed like a snake around her waist as he questioned whether to toss her aside or pull her in closer.
"No I'm not! I l-love Yamcha!" She said, then frowned at the weakness in her statement. It was a pathetic excuse after what she'd seen last night. The wound was still fresh and she had yet to confront Yamcha about his infidelity, but she'd seen more than enough to know what was going on.
Vegeta laughed harshly, "I am not so easily swayed by such foolish declarations of affection." He grunted, pulling away from her and glaring down at her thighs. He had been so oddly transfixed last night by her scent, and now he was picking up that familiar musk that dared to invade his senses once again.
"Why can't you understand? Yamcha broke my heart, haven't you ever lost someone you thought would be with you forever?" Bulma asked tearfully, her tempting scent making the hairs from his head to the tip of his tail stand on end. For a moment, it looked like he stiffened in reaction, but then she could see the way her words disgusted him. Suddenly his skin was crawling and unwanted images were coming to mind that he had buried long ago. He didn't just lose one person, he lost everything. His home, his family, his right to the throne, and last but not least, he lost his freedom. He himself became a servant to his lizard king.
Vegeta grit his teeth and stepped back to create a much needed space between them, crossing his arms. He needed to put her back in her place, for now she was only a peon in his plan, whatever that was. She was a female, a weak one at that and also, apparently in heat. He could use that against her.
"What I can understand is that your vulgar female body is lubricating itself in order to be penetrated…by mine alone." He grinned cockily, as if only he were able to do such a thing to her. Bulma blinked at him in disbelief.
As if I would simply agree and lie down for him at his command?! She thought in disbelief, blindsided by his deflection. Bulma shook violently, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. "That's bullshit! I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last person on Earth!" She objected, at a loss for words. Besides, she wasn't too keen on discussing the mechanics of intercourse with him, something that she would only do with a man she loved. He nodded curtly and turned away.
"I am not 'one of your people'. Perhaps your prediction will come true once I finish here, and do away with this pitiful planet. For now, I need you to finish making my armor, immediately." He said icily. Bulma stood still for a moment, thinking of what other insults she could fire back at him with her fists clenched, but she couldn't come up with something clever fast enough.
"I don't have all day!" He snarled, and Bulma stomped away briskly, for once not wishing at this time to argue with him.
"Of course, whatever his Majesty wishes." Bulma replied with a sardonic smile, then lifted her chin high and showed him just how unbothered she was by his foul temper.
Vegeta walked back to his room, his tail twitching curiously behind him as he had for once, forgotten to put it back around his waist. He was getting sloppy, resorting to cheap tactics to keep the woman at a distance. He wiped his mouth and spat her blood on the ground, never having swallowed it for the sake of keeping his royal blood pure. It was like candy syrup, a man could get addicted to that flavor.
Why did I kiss that foul mouthed harlot? It's like this woman is making me heat-sick!
Inside the cliffside abode, Kannon stood impatiently against the cellar door as Propel continued to stir the gruel, humming contentedly, the steam rising and curling in the air. Propel's many children clung to her legs or ran around the kitchen playing before being picked up by Grenada or Reign to be taken into another room.
The scent was foul, the gruel was made of whatever dead fish or seagull washed ashore and whatever mystery vegetation that came with it. It was not meant to taste good, and every bone and organ remained in the gruel as well as scales. The only objective was to keep the Saiyans alive, there was no need to be finicky about what kept them alive, because they ate it regardless.
"All set. Be careful, they might nibble your fingers off if they're hungry enough!" She giggled, then handed Kannon the deep cooking pot and a ladle. She only nodded back, her red bandana tied around her face in order to cover her nose from the acrid stench in the basement. Kannon opened the door and walked down the long set of stairs, seeing a faint flickering glow downstairs from the one bulb that provided light. She came to the foot of the stairs and looked to see the state of what was before her, a large man lying motionless on the table, strapped and chained down. Surrounding him to the far walls there were eight cages in all, where dark, shifting forms looked out the bars eagerly at the scent of food.
Kannon hefted up the stew pot, removing the lid and went around filling the bowls on the floor, then slid them under the bars of the cages so they could kneel and slurp up the gruel like dogs. She scoffed in disgust at the pitiful sight, walking around the man in the center who followed her weakly with his eyes, to the other side where she filled the other four food bowls and slid them to the hungry Saiyans inside, who did not hesitate to start eating. Kannon turned to face the man on the table, only her green eyes were visible over the bandana but Nappa could see the spiteful glint in them as she approached him.
"So, you think you're still in command of these spineless primates?" She seethed lowly, setting down the pot and going to unlatch the large steel bar that cut into his chest, peeling it back with a loud tear, causing him to grunt as the first layer of skin melded to the bar tore off.
"Oops, my bad. I have to get you up to eat. Can you sit up?" She snarled, unlatching the bar around his arm.
Nappa grunted, "Yes." He averted his eyes from Kannon as she walked around to release the other bar. Nappa inhaled deeply as his body became freed; the table was not meant for a man of his size, and the shackles left deep, red indents in his skin that could not heal as long as they were continually squeezed.
"Well, get up ape. Don't you want your gruel?" She growled, shoving at his shoulder with her gun. Nappa groaned as he attempted to sit up, his muscles stiff from inactivity.
"For cryin' out loud!" Kannon groaned angrily, coming up behind him she pushed on his shoulders to assist him to sit up, pushing firmly on his back littered with scars that told of many lacerations by a certain sharp alien tail. Nappa sat up with a pained grunt but his hands were still shackled to the table as he looked at her and his stomach growled audibly. "Oh jeez, I'm gettin to it!" She chuckled harshly, in amusement of his pitiful state.
Kannon hefted up the pot and dipped the ladle in, holding it before his thick jaw carved from stone. Perspiration was beaded on his face, and dark circles had formed beneath his hard glare.
"Eat." She ordered, nudging his mouth with the ladle. Nappa turned his face away, diverting his eyes. It was too demeaning.
"You have to eat, Nappa." She said, viciously. He turned back to her, his eyes widening.
"You know my name? How?"
Kannon grunted back. "Course I do, idiot. Now just eat already, I don't wanna stare at your hideous face any longer." She nudged his mouth, splashing the putrid green liquid down his chin. Nappa licked his lips and began drinking the gruel, taking a piece of bone and grinding it between his powerful molars.
Kannon watched as he ate with her jade green eyes narrowing, dipping the spoon in again and putting it to his mouth. He began eating eagerly, ignoring the noxious flavor. I don't know how he's just slurping this nasty stuff up, in that same dazed stupor that all these primates seemed to fall into while eating, Kannon thought, then grimaced beneath her bandana and quickly refilled the ladle. He ate, and ate, until Kannon simply held the pot to his mouth so he could drink down the gritty remnants of the gruel. She took the pot away once he was done and set it down, turning back to allow her eyes to linger over him, at his muscular chest glistening with the remaining gruel.
Nappa looked down at himself and sighed. There was a large, festering wound where he had been hit with a torpedo. He had managed to deflect it just barely as the explosion sent the torpedo rocketing at him, before the large ki blast knocked him down, saving him from further injury as he was knocked unconscious.
His abdomen was angrily inflamed and oozing yellow pus, infested by wriggling white maggots that had been laid in the warmth of his exposed flesh.
Kannon noticed this and gasped, cringing back a few paces. Nappa looked to her with a tiny gleam in his eye that seemed to be asking her for help. Kannon looked around the room, rubbing her sleeveless bicep nervously.
"I-I'll send Propel down. She'll take care of it. We can't have you spreading infection to all the others." She said shakedly, stepping back a few more steps but trapped by his endless black eyes that searched her for mercy. Propel would tell Vulcane, and he would do nothing. He would allow him to suffer and waste away.
"Please…" He murmured, then lowered his gleaming pate; dark blue veins bulged from his forehead to his skull where he strained to bear the pain.
"Uh.. o-okay.." Kannon said cautiously, and crept closer to him. He didn't lift his head.
"You must remove the parasites, and the dead flesh. After that, my body can heal on its own." Nappa said quickly, then looked up once again, his jaw set firmly. His stern expression faltered, wincing with pain.
"I have to be quick." She whispered, and looked around the room for something to remove the corruption with. There was a steel table to the side of the hospital bed, and on it was a pair of pliers. Kannon took the pliers as Nappa lied down with a pained grunt. She came closer to observe the writhing mass. It was a battle in her mind if this was right or not; to help the man who almost single-handedly slew her people.
Kannon listened to his heavy rattling breaths and watched the sweat beading and falling down his face. He isn't that different, is he? I've cared for him before, I can do it again. She thought, thinking back to that time on Neptune, long ago. She began to hate him when he killed her people and never considered she could be alive somewhere.
"I won't be gentle. I can't take any longer or they'll come looking." She whispered, and with that, she pulled on a blackened piece of flesh and wrenched it away with a sickening tear as he bellowed in agony.
The plains of Diablo Desert were barren, the only movement drifts of sand as the rumble of an S-Cargo motorcycle made rifts in its wake. A shadow fell across the ground as Raditz landed, before quickly jumping up again in a powerful lunge. Launch swung her bike around to watch as he came down again, his umber black mane a flame at his back as he landed; the sand rising and swirling around him.
"Wowiee! Your legs are strong!" She giggled, hopping off the bike perfectly made for her small stature, running towards Raditz so he could sweep her up in his arms. He caught her, chuckling.
"That's nothing. Just stretching out my legs." He responded, then brushed her bangs back from her brow and lowered his face to give her a kiss. A bit of sand went up her nose, making it begin to twitch.
"Ah..ah..chu!" She piped up, and with a jangling vibration in his arms, she was once again blonde and boisterous. Launch looked up to Raditz and immediately started trying to get out of his arms, protesting.
"What the heck is goin' on? Where the hell are we?!" She crowed as she finally tore herself from his grip, but found once again she was bound by his tail around her waist like a leash.
"Urgh! Leggo a' me!" She yelled, running in the opposite direction.
"You aren't going anywhere; where my Launch goes, you go. I don't trust you." Raditz said, pulling her back to him. Launch slumped her shoulders and groaned.
"Well I don't trust you either!" She grumbled, crossing her arms defiantly. Raditz snorted and looked down at her scowling face. "I don't fucking care, like I need the trust of some mouthy girl. You're not going back to Tien. You're staying here." He said gruffly and tightened his grip on her.
"Blah, blah, blah, mine mine mine! She's her own woman ya know!" Launch retorted, disliking the way he spoke of her like a possession.
"She's my woman. Now shut up and sit here." As Launch was too frozen with surprise to retort back, Raditz put his finger in her shorts pocket, the sensation making her squeal and look frantically around for some type of weapon.
"Don't you dare manhandle me! I'll tell Blue!" She warned, and he only chuckled softly, pulling her keys out of her pocket and dangling them up high above her head.
"That was not manhandling. If I did that, you wouldn't be breathing, girl." With that, he put the keys in his back pocket and let go of his firm hold around her waist. Raditz turned to return to his exercise, but was startled when he felt something grab at his bottom. He turned quickly and glared down at the blonde girl, who stiffened in place, clearly caught trying to steal the keys.
"Uh.. heh heh! I was just trying to see if that freaky tail was real!" She bluffed, putting her hands behind her. He raised one eyebrow at her quizzically, then shook his head.
"Just stay here and behave." Raditz sighed as he turned away and began stretching a few feet from her, pulling on his thick arms and legs until they cracked. He then flipped himself over and began doing pushups on one arm, his body vertical in the air as he glared at her, watching to make sure she didn't make any move to escape. Launch looked away and instead stared at the long stretch of desert, plopping down on her bottom with a huff as he continued his exercises. Raditz counted to 50, then switched to the other arm, observing the girl with pink cheeks, who was determined to not look at him for some odd reason.
"This is dumb!" She complained, and looked the other way, her eyes grazing over him discreetly as he finished his repetitions. Raditz switched to a horizontal position, pushing up his body weight with only his tail. He groaned, this was something he only just started doing after realizing how imperative it was to have a strong tail in case he was ever bedridden again. It was painful, and his body shook as he lifted himself with a grunt. Launch turned to eye him and laughed at his struggling, seeing how sweat was pouring from him as he continued to lift his weight with only the strength of his tail. He growled, exhaling harshly as he reached 25 lifts.
"What's so funny?" He growled, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"You! You're pathetic! You shoulda seen the things Goku could do with his tail, he was certainly stronger." She laughed, crossing her arms.
He snorted. "Is that so?"
Launch nodded. "Yup. I bet Goku could lift that S-Cargo bike with his tail." She nodded towards the bike and Raditz quickly stood and glared down at her.
"Get on." He graveled, and Launch stood without hesitation, throwing one leg over the seat in her determination to prove him wrong.
"Bet you'll break your poor wittle tailbone!" She sneered, not before feeling something wrap firmly around her thighs then beneath the bike. She gripped the handles and gasped as it lifted into the air. He lifted the bike and Launch, gritting his teeth as he curled it up above the back of his head. It took all the muscle in his lower back to do it, and worked it in a way he had never experienced. He huffed as he worked past the burning in his back, lowering her down, then up again repeatedly.
Launch tried to hide her excitement as he began lifting faster and she surged upwards, bouncing in the seat. As she became airborne she let out a small yelp, earning a quick glance over his shoulder. Her other half inside was squealing for him to 'Do it again, again!' excitedly but she held her tongue.
"Seems I can do one over you, Kakarot." Raditz grunted, and after 100 repetitions he set her down carefully and sighed, satisfied that he had exercised enough. The girl's suggestion was a good one; he felt energized with the familiar feeling of endorphins coursing through his veins. Launch turned her face away and ignored him. Raditz tossed her the keys back with a soft chuckle.
"Let's go find a shady area. Little Launch packed a nice lunch and some drinks. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I shared them with you until she comes back." He said, his grating voice as soft as possible. Launch looked to the keys in her hand and put them in the ignition, thinking perhaps she should just take off.
Well, I don't have anything else to do... I really don't want to go home and confront Tien... She turned on her bike and nodded to him with a small smile and followed his shadow over the sand.
He looked down at the cracked sidewalk, going past the yellow caution tape and construction signs where the damage to East City had occurred, not far from his apartment and where his work had been completely demolished. Yamcha felt the effects of the devastation, and anger towards the saiyans who had done this, seemingly for no good reason at all but for the sake of destruction. He wasn't too upset about losing his job. After all, he only worked at a fast food place, and it was the kind of job he could get anywhere. Yamcha looked to Puar hovering behind him, hearing the magic cat's grumpy murmurs.
"What's the problem, Puar?" He spat, throwing his empty glass bottle into the side of a brick building to make it shatter. Yamcha still wore his clothes from last night; after going home with Fancy they'd gotten into a big argument over Bulma. Fancy demanded that he stop seeing her and start giving her some sign that he was only committed to her. He didn't know whether he should just drop his whole charade to keep Bulma never the wiser, or if he should just drop Fancy.
"Are you going to Kame house for training today..?" Puar asked warily, hanging back as Yamcha paused and slumped his shoulders.
"I don't know." Yamcha's phone rang in his jacket and he sluggishly moved to grab it. Seeing that it was Krillin he sighed heavily and opened his phone. "Yeah, what's up, Krillin?"
He tilted his head back as he listened to his friend talk, strolling up and down the dilapidated block.
"Uh, I'm just waking up... Yeah long night last night. Bulma's been acting crazy..."
He laughed and scratched at his shaggy mop, kicking a can on the ground.
"I know, Krillin. I will tell her. Now's just not the right time, me and Fancy are fighting and she kicked me out-" He grumbled with agitation as Krillin interrupted; Puar could hear him yelling into the phone.
"It's not right, Yamcha! Just cut it off with Fancy! She's no good for you! Bulma's been your girlfriend for-" Yamcha clicked the phone shut, grumbling he threw it to the ground and smashed it, stomping it with his foot.
Puar jumped, backing away a few inches. "Just get outta here! Scram! Go back with Oolong, or somewhere I don't care! I'm sick of you breathing down my neck! I'm going to make up with them both and fix this!" He yelled, his cheeks turning even more ruddy from his excessive alcohol consumption and now his anger on top of it.
"Krillin is right, you have to make a decision! Bulma doesn't deserve to be treated this way!" Puar squeaked angrily, then he zipped off into the distance, crying all the while. Yamcha turned away and spat, looking at the mangled remnants of his phone on the ground and kicking it to the side. He stormed off and went back into the apartment, slamming the door.
"Where have you been, Yamcha! You better not have been with that bitch, Bulma!" A scream from inside rang out through the quiet streets, and his answering bellow in return.
"Why do you always yell at me, can't you just be happy I'm home? I love you Fancy, you know that! I haven't wanted Bulma in years!" There was the sound of breaking glass and sobbing as he stormed through the house, slamming the door to go get dressed for the day, away from her and her screeching.
There was a resonating hum from up high in the mountains, a golden hue lit the trees as Tien repeated his stance for his unique move, Reikitzen. Chiaotzu stood back, off to the side, uneasily observing as the ball grew larger, and larger, until the point light was spilling from between Tien's fingers, circling around and around as he strained to contain the ball within his hands. Tien moved them back shakily to the side of his hip, then thrust them forward with a bellow as he allowed the shot to release. Blinding them both, the great streak of light filled the sky, rocketing down the cliffside and hitting the ground with a low rumble, encompassing the crater from before by at least ten feet. He exhaled and sagged to his knees in the water, panting. Chiaotzu came forward carefully, his eyes wide and mouth a tight line.
"Are you ok, Tien?" He asked warily.
Tien laughed shakily, "Oh I'm more than okay, Chiaotzu. My power is increasing by the day! Pretty soon I'll be just as strong as the Saiyans, if not stronger!" He chuckled, standing and crossing his arms cocklily.
"Yes but.. does it not harm you anymore?"
"I'm fine, in fact I feel better than ever before. I don't get weakened anymore! I've made myself immune to it." He said proudly, stepping out of the water then placing his hands on his hips and staring out at the horizon.
"I just don't understand... How?" Chiaotzu said, his small voice quivering.
"Let's not be ungrateful for the gift that Buddha has blessed me with, Chiaotzu. I know that he has a plan for me. I intend to use this gift; just imagine what I could do with such power!" He said in awe, looking at his own hand, at the surging gossamer tendrils of light wrapping around his fingers and lacing through his flesh hungrily.
"Something good, I trust?" Chiaotzu uttered softly, a frightened look coming over his face as he watched Tien wielding this new, inexplicable power.
Tien didn't hear his friend's concern-filled whisper as he gazed at the planets visible in the sky, almost drawn to stare at their beauty. Mars and Neptune crept ever closer to one another, the light radiated down and the atmosphere was lit with rosy periwinkle clouds, softly concealing the solar anomaly.
He pulled the familiar white glove over his hand; turning it over and flexing his long fingers, Vegeta grinned. He looked at himself in the mirror dressed in his elite armor, now replicated by the woman. It shone flawlessly in the opalescent light coming from the window. He picked his scouter up off the table, wiping the lense clean with one clothed digit until the red glass shone, then attached it to his ear and turned it on. A small whirring buzzed in his ear, then the scouter began to scan his surroundings, a yellow circle flashing to an area in the distance where perhaps he could find higher power levels to rival his own.
Vegeta's tail lashed around his back excitedly, and he grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it to quell its excited twitching, wrapping it around his waist with control. Control. The word whirled in his mind, twisting with the thoughts that vexed him; his memories of the woman mixed with his dark musings. Dominating the woman, silencing her infernal racket in such a demeaning way that made him grin to himself.
I am in control. He nodded to himself in the mirror, his hand going to the doorknob then pausing. If I go out there, I'm sure to have another…encounter with her...
He released the knob and turned away briskly, glancing down at the dresser where his clothes and armor were stashed away, the tip of his tail twitching.
I will return. He thought briefly, then opened the window the rest of the way and jumped out onto the ground.
...
Bulma snickered as she crept back over to her mysterious guest's room. She held a plastic cap behind her back with many wires and trailing electrodes that she planned on attaching somehow to all that spiky hair, but when she knocked on the door she heard no response inside.
That's odd, normally he at least grunts or something. She shrugged and swung the door open, surprised by the gust of wind flapping the curtain inward in the empty room.
"Vegeta...?" She stepped inside carefully, looking around at the militant pristine room and tiptoed to the attached bathroom where the door was slightly ajar. "Hello?" She said, pushing the door open only to see it was empty. She frowned, looking at the wire cap in her hands and sighing. Bulma walked over to the window and closed it. "Ungrateful jerk! So he just takes my armour and leaves?!" Bulma exclaimed before plopping on his bed, grumbling.
"I had a whole day planned for us! I need to get more stats on him!" She huffed, rolling over onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "Guess I'm not surprised, an uptight guy like that… kisses and leaves too." She closed her eyes and remembered their kiss, touching her swollen bottom lip with a small smile; her only proof that it had been real. "If I know men, he'll be back. After a kiss like that... He can't resist me." Bulma sighed and allowed her hand to trail down her chest, playing with a lock of soft hair.
Vegeta…