Dislcaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT.
A/N: Woo, here we are folks, a few answers for once. Or maybe not. Anyways! Thank you for reviewing, I hope you guys keep it up. This one was written for the prompt: Shopping.
Shopping
The smells did nothing to curb his frustration, especially since they kept distracting him from what he was searching for. Dozens of perfumes, each stronger and more offending than the last; food, trying to distract him from his search; the distinct scent of blood.
That made him stop.
Wearing a leather jacket, faded jeans, a dark t-shirt and a black baseball cap, the prince looked as innocuous as anyone else in the square, mulling about and glancing into the shop windows. His face was set in a firm scowl; his hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. She'd come shopping, that much he could tell. He would catch her scent once in a while, or sometimes gossiping workers telling one another about encountering the Bulma Briefs earlier. It was times like this when he hated Capsule Corp. and the limelight his wife was in, because people are stupid and violent and would do things like-
He shook his head, growling at his own chain of thoughts. Couldn't think about it. Had to focus.
Blood. Yes, where was the blood?
He followed the scent, head down and eyes darting into the dark; the sun had set some time ago, but Vegeta preferred it this way. He could hide in the dark. He could ambush. He could track. He could kill, something the fingers of his right hand were itching to do.
The Saiyan's head whipped to the side when the wind shifted, making the smell thicker, stronger. Briskly, without glancing around, he strolled into the mouth of a dark alley. Trash was pushed off around the sides, as if a strong gust of wind had blown straight down. Nearby was a discarded capsule for a car. Near the entrance, he found a few drops of blood on the ground, more on the wall just above; two strands of cerulean hair were stuck in the bricks. That old fire lit in his eyes, that old itch to slaughter everything within a hundred mile radius sprang to life. Kill them all, Vegeta, Frieza's voiced echoed in his mind. Rid the planet of vermin; the universe won't miss them.
She'd been ambushed. Someone had been doing a little window shopping of their own.
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