wow we're at 24 already. hope you all are enjoying so far. :

Rating: PG-13 - Violence, Language, All That Good Stuff

Um: No they're not my characters. God help us if they were.

'-thinking

"-speaking

Italics represent flashbacks or vocal emphasis.

Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown

He sulked for hours afterward. He couldn't begin to describe it, the guilt that buried into his chest. He tried to breathe in deeply, to erase it with an overwhelming layer of oxygen, but that didn't help. It was then that he realized how salty the Earth's air was.

'Damn...What the hell happened to me?'

Wistful thoughts of confusion and helplessness brisked through his mind. He was tense, and didn't like how almost attached he was to this planet, without even mentioning who was on it. He did not want to stay, he wanted to get away from the chains that seemed to bind him, but he couldn't see himself doing anything else with a purpose to it.

"That woman...If she has found a Dragonball by now..." He couldn't finish the thought. To end it with a murderous intention would be too ruthless even for him, but to end it with something of a complimentative remark would be too risky for him. The Prince of Saiyans does not compliment. There is nothing high enough in the galaxy for such a powerful being like the Prince to notice, or to privilege it with his attention.

Suddenly, at the refreshing reminders of his royalty, he felt somewhat spoiled. His mind had been on this sore track for so long, that he hadn't had time to be reminded of his pride. That insufferable woman had been his focus for too long.

"Well now, her soul is damned. She will have to count her own blessings if she thinks she can outsmart me in some stupid game. I am no longer a child!"

Bulma shrugged and added casually,"OK, so I'm like a mouse compared to you guys but just because I can't shoot fuckin' fire outta my hands doesn't mean I can't outwit you guys..."

The once thirteen year old human with long, amethyst hair vanished from his mind as he willed it away. It was about time he was put against her, with competition, that way she was his enemy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her eyebrows burrowed a bit,"Hey-Who said anything about being enemies? We're playing a Kami-damned game!"

His expression remained unchanged as he peered at her,"We are competing woman. That puts us against each other, breaking any hint of comradeship."

"So?"

"We're enemies. We always...basically have been. Why, you don't want to be enemies with me? You want to be closer than that?" A smirk had long since expanded over his mouth, widening at the instant blush that blanketted her cheeks.

You never fell in love with your enemy...

Enter: Bulma Briefs / Location: Unknown like always

"Alright! Two Dragonballs and its not even sunset!" Bulma cheered as they walked down a grassy hill, two blue Dragonballs cradled in Bulma's arm,"But...Heyyy..."

She stopped, as did the creature right after her. She raised her eyebrows as she side-gazed at it suspiciously.

"You're not like some Dragonball detector thing, like some psychic communicator with Shenron are ya?"

The thing shrugged after a second or two.

Bulma stared blankly before breaking out into a huge grin,"Cause that would be SO COOL if you were!"

It sweatdropped.

Then they continued down the hill and by dusk, they stopped by a riverback neat her turf. She drank, it watched, and then they went back to Bulma's territory.

Sighing, Bulma laid her Dragonballs into a small pit once they arrived. Then she laid out one of her plaid wool blankets she had and willed herself to sleep, with explosions and chaos and Saiyans all scrambled in her fearful mind.

She woke with a start. The night sky was still dark, with small streaks of pale blue in it, meaning it was awfully close to morning. Rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms out, Bulma yawned heavily. She wanted nothing but to go back to sleep, but she just couldn't find it. She checked the pit to see her Dragonballs were still safely there. She found the creature leaning against a rock that was only feet away from her wool blanket bed.

It wasn't exactly snoring, or even breathing for that matter. It was just moving. Up and down, up and down. It was making her a bit dizzy if anything. She took it all in at that moment; the antennae, the long stickly arm with protective spikes on it that gradually got taller as she looked up, the long lanky legs that had a really long quill on the back of it, the round eyes, the small lipless mouth which held dozens of rows of bladelike teeth inside.It was all very strange to her then.

That's when she thought of her parents. Her mother's warm smile and her warm cookies with hot chocolate, her father's gentle smile and his gentle hands and his gentle science lectures. It was all so hazy and foggy, as if it were some dreams she'd had long ago, so distant yet so utterly familiar, and she was so far intoher mind with it that it took her a while to hear the sobbing.

But then...

Then she realized it was her crying, she was sobbing.

Then she saw its eyes, its long arms reaching for her. Its arm laid on her shoulder, since it had no hands to hold her. She just hated how pathetic a display she was putting on, especially into some bug-like creature like this one. Her eyes only widened though at more horrifying thoughts, however.

'This...This thing is all I have..To comfort me! I am this lonely, and this deserted from my family that this bug is all I have to hold me!' She thought incredulously, so broken over the mere fact that she almost felt guilty, being comforted was a selfish desire, and she should be praying to dear Kami that they will be okay and alive once she recovered them. Then she realized it was all up to her, since Vegeta wasn't likely to help her save her family and friends. She felt the exact opposite of some independent heroine, she felt helpless and downright powerless.

With that, her sobs only came on stronger, and being the softy that it really was inside, the creature only became more attached to such a feeling human.

Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown ugh

He found it. Finally. He couldn't begin to find any explanation for its absurd colour, but he didn't care. As long as he found it and was onto the next one. He leapt off the tall cliff as the imposterous sun shone in his face for a second. He sent a snarl of annoyance at it before continuing on his pursuit.

Breathing in, he searched the area. There was a riverbank nearby, along with a patch of trees. He probably could have made a DragonRadar from Dodoria's scouter, but then he would have needed someone's technological expertise for that one. Growling, he wished that someone wouldn't have made this stupid game in the first place.

He brought the cold water to his sweating face before going through the river over to the other side, where the trees were. He looked around again, this time a blotch of deep vermillion caught his eyes. A smirk played on his expression as he started towards it.

'Now, I know this is no plant...And the smell. Ahhh, the smell of revenge reeks the place.'

He knew instantly what the red object was the second he picked it up. He also knew whose it was.

He scanned the place again, but he couldn't see her anywhere,"Probably out snatching all of my Dragonballs for herself.'

"Hmpf," was all he could say. He knew this must be where she was mainly located at, so he decided to just peek around a little. Not that there was much to peek around in. Only a campfire, that blanket, a small pillow, a lantern, a first aid kit, and a pit in the most strangest place. Near the campfire.

Narrowing his eyes, he decided it was probably just some preposterous creature's habitat, but then he took a second glance at it. the curiousity filled him, and when he thought deeply about it, he just knew that it was a place only the woman would think of.

So he dug it up, and low and behold...

Two blue Dragonballs. Right there, just for him to take.

"Ah ha ha ha...That woman is as dense as they get sometimes," He chuckled darkly as he took the Dragonballs in his arms, wondering why he said sometimes, but quickly dismissed it as he jeeted off, pushing the guilty ache away witha reminder that she was the one who challenged an equally devious Prince at his own game.

Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: Where else but Unknown

"Oh WOW! Yes, Kami! Yes! Oh, yes..."

The creature stopped to look up at the currently occupied human.

"My Kami, I haven't felt like this in years."

The creature tilted its head.

"Ooh, good good...Right there..."

It froze.

"Ahhh...," The heiress let out a deep breath as she stepped out of the small waterfall that fell from the brown canyon-like area.

She walked out with an expression of satisfaction on her face. Clutching her twoel close to her, she started to comb her wet hair with her fingers.

She gazed at it with the utmost joy in her gleaming eyes,"Don't you just love hot showers?"

The creature nodded a bit, only knowing it was a question.

"Yeah...Too bad I don't have a comb or something. Damn. Seriously th-"

She was cut off by the soft thud of her damp towel falling to the Earth ground.

Her eyes slightly widened as she glanced at the creature, who seemed to just watch back with a blank stare, fortunately for her. She quickly picked it up, and the creature was in front of her before she was even all the way standing straight. She flinched when she saw it so suddenly close.

"Ah! Kami you startled me..." She trailed off, seeing the heat in its eyes. Her eyes got big again, before her eyebrows curved ypwards with fright. She backed up a little, then a little more, before she was stopped by the rock wall that was taller than her.

It started for her, and she prayed to Kami that it wouldn't...Wouldn't what? It was an animal thing, if you'd like to exaggerate things, but she doubted it had the ability to rape her or anything excruciatingly horrible like that. It was a creature...Creatures don't get aroused by things out of their species do they?

'Look at you and Vegeta...' Came a voice that she shoved away hard, not being able to block the blush that crept on her face.

Well Godzilla stoke a girl in a movie she once saw. King King did too. Plus she was forgetting about a certain Monkey Prince that she ended up in a more than affectionate embrace with in a certain waterfall area...

But the exasperated thoughts could not steer away the fear in guessing what this thing would or could do to her. Holding the towel even tighter, she shut her eyes nas her shoulders bunched up, waiting for it.

It didn't happen. She counted an extra five seconds. There was no sharp pound into her face, there was no piercing stab into her stomach, and there certainly wasn't any stinging penetration in her genitals. So she couldn't stop herself. Her eyes opened, slow as ever into the large ones in front of her.

Then it came up, her eyes catching it, side-gazing at it. Its thin, sharp arm elevated slowly to her, its eyes on her the entire time, but she didn't close her eyes this time; she wouldn't close them. Instead, she looked straight into its eyes, peering deeper than anyone else had ever dared to.

And it touched her.

And that is one hell of a CLIFFHANGER

Wow

Short chapita I know, but bear with me. The next will be longer. I promise. Especially if reviews are made.

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