A/N: I am so sorry for the extended wait... I have a variety of excuses... An I apologize if my writing style is different, you see, I am heavily influenced by outside forces... In this particular case... My recent addiction to the hit comedy series... "The Big Bang Theory." I'm also sorry to say that my updates will continue to be lax and infrequent. I'm directing a Christmas production at my local Live-action theater, and therefore will be astoundingly busy... I again apologize.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's affiliates.
A frustrated huff escaped through my nostrils. Ever since the bang that my day had started with, things were toppling like a domino track. It was even more infuriating that the Prince had eloquently acted as though nothing had happened; although, his aloofness to the whole thing was more than likely for the better.
'Why is this affecting me at all?' The same question that had bombarded my thoughts all morning and had me wishing that I wasn't stuck on this project for the new line of intel-bots that my dad was debuting. Our rival/family friend Macrule Prisma, President of Prisma Inc., just released there latest Prisma-BoT 380 and, in the spirit of competition, we would supply a line up of similar, yet not breaching the patent, robots.
Macrule Prisma and his wife Toona had been employees of my father, but had made leaps and bounds in a slightly different direction that Capsule Corp. didn't want to head in. So, in order for their ingenious ideas to, indeed, come to life, my father gave them the opportunity to start up their own company.
People had scoffed, no one thought of the genius behind the plan. No. Everyone had been convinced of the demise of one, or possibly both, of the companies. Yet, my father's scheme worked perfectly. The Prismas, having worked for us for so long, had a style not unlike ours so the products, naturally, were somewhat akin to one another. There were few enough similarities so that they were distinguishable but still enough to cause a war in the market.
Having the full support of our corporation, Macrule's own thrived immediately. Once the consumers realized the obvious quality in the construction, Prisma was then able to wean off of our assistance and rocket up the charts.
The result, to an outsider, was a battle royale, with both our companies fighting for supremacy. That was not the case. It was a coupling similar to many throughout industrial history... Capsule Corp. might have the upper hand financially and the benefit of years upon years of servitude to the public, but Prisma Inc. was holding its ground and business has never been better.
I tightened the last screw on the prototype bot and pressed a button on the screen to begin its calibration.
"Okaaayy..." I squinted at the lit surface and glanced at the numbers and letters that appeared. "Seems to be running fine. Lets just test it a bit..." I slid my manicured index finger across the smooth interface as I entered a simple task that the bot would have to preform on a regular basis. Research various topics and compile info based on the results. "Lets have you... Calculate the probability of aliens living on planet Earth." A giggle trickled from my lips as I tapped 'enter' and waited for the results.
I frowned when the robot deemed my request too vague.
"Ugh... Okay." I began to revise my entry. "Calculate the probable ratio of extraterrestrial presence on planet Earth to the amount of native species estimated to currently reside on the planet." I again pressed 'enter' and watched for the results with baited breath.
A window flared up on the stark white screen and revealed the information.
It was shocking.
"The most probable ratio found, based on information acquired from various sources on reputable sites on the internet and all available books, videos, and newspapers, is an average of 0.125469 extraterrestrials/14.894 quadrillion humanoids." (TOTALLY made up figure XP) It was intriguing to say the least and I couldn't help but wonder how the bot had compiled the data, but I let it slide and wiped the search from the history.
With the prototype finished, I capsulized it and placed it in a chute that would transfer the bot to my father's personal lab where it would be more thoroughly tested and replicated for mass distribution.
"Now that that's done.." I stretched. Casting my arms rigidly into the air in order to push the boundaries of my joints and free my muscles from the cramped position that I had been in. I lifted myself up onto my tiptoes and ran my finger tips through my disorderly hair. A pleasurable groan escaped my lungs as the tension was slightly relieved.
It didn't last.
"Woman!" The smell of blood, sweat, BO, and electric smoke filled the air. "The GR is broken. Fix it!"
I could tell that he was directly behind me. His shadow cast itself over me and smothered my own.
"Not now, Vegeta. I'm about to spend my free time doing something other than cater to your every whim." I sighed and stood up, though I regretted taking in excess air, his stench permeated my senses and caused me to reel back in disgust. "Kami! What the hell crawled up your ass and rot?" I pinched my nose. "Shower, now!"
A smirk adorned his features.
"My demands have yet to be fulfilled, Wench. I still have yet to see a satisfactory shower in my living quarters." He crossed his arms and cocked his head back slightly.
The movement stirred the air around me and wafted the offending odor up my nostrils. "Gah! Okay, whatever, Vegeta! Use mine, I don't care. The bots are backed up at the moment, replacing all the furniture you ruined and reinforcing the outer wall, so no shower for a few days. But, try to remember to lock the bathroom door next time!" I waved my hands at him in a shooing motion to get him out, although, I couldn't help but notice the odd expression on his face. Was that... Disappointment?
Oh well. I didn't give a damn if he was disappointing with my willingness to allow him use of my shower. I just wanted to bask in the sun and maybe take a relaxing dip in the pool.
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I sighed as the rays of light bounced of my skin and warmed my tired muscles. My lounge chair creaked slightly as I slathered on sun-screen. The simple white bikini I wore wasn't really that impressive and revealed my slightly below-average breasts, but I could care less at the moment. I was finally getting the rest I so have so desperately longed for.
Hours agonizingly passed as I tossed and turned and applied copious amounts of my sun block to prevent burning. Eventually I gave in to the call of the calm, clear waters that were mere feet from my chair. The gentle lapping of the artificially generated waves beckoned me closer and I heeded their siren-like song.
Swinging my legs over the side of the recliner and set my sunglasses down onto the printed seat cover. Then suddenly, like a young child, I sprinted forward and executed a perfect dive into the deep end of the pool.
The churning water blocked out the rush of the world for a moment and I reveled in it. Blue and white surrounded me and the warm water hugged me tightly and calmed my tired mind.
It was pure bliss.
Unfortunately my moment of tranquility was severed by the stupid need for oxygen. As my head broke the surface, I gulped at the air ravenously and allowed my body to gently float. A sigh escaped my lips as I allowed the rush of midday traffic engulf me for a little while. But yet again my peace was ripped from my grasp.
"Pathetic. This is what you do with your so called free time? And to think I allowed you to escape repairing the GR for something so petty." My eyes opened and I righted myself from the horizontal position I had been in. My saturated hair, clung to my shoulders, darkened by the water. I cocked an eyebrow at the spandex clad saiyan and allowed his words to sink in.
"You allowed me to have free time?" I hauled my body out of the pool and looked at the man who was, conveniently, right in front of me. "Excuse me, but, I was under the impression that I lived here and you were the guest! Pardon me, Master, I seemed to let the heat get to me. I will gladly return to tending to your beck and call!" I accentuated my little rant with an overly dramatic, sweeping bow.
The little prince had no idea how to react. Many emotions graced his face; he finally settled on irate.
A scowl adorned his thin lips. "Your tirade, as it were, has only served to infuriate me more. You will cease this useless nonsense and perform the necessary actions to get the Gravity Room in working order again." I frowned.
"Fuck you."
He seemed taken aback.
"What the hell did you just say to me?" I noticed his body lean forward slightly, as if goading me to respond.
"I said," I placed my hands on my hips and leaned forward until we were practically nose to nose, "fuck. You."
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And that was how I found myself in the situation that I'm currently in. Fully clothed, irritated, and staring at a gaping hole in the side of the large, round room. I turned to face the source of the problem. Luckily he supplied an answer to my unsaid question.
"Your work may be good for this unsavory mudball of a planet, but it is still inferior to the work outside of this measly galaxy." A snort came from him before he continued his scornful insults. "It was more than easy for my attack to-"
'What the?' I witnessed his form turn rigid and his eyes display a flicker of shock. My eyebrows furrowed in response as he held an air of despondency around him.
"That idiot. That fucking idiot!" I was drifting further and futher into confusion. "He should have finished him!" Enough is enough.
"Who?!" I growled out. His eyes returned to reality and the look in the cold, onyx depths, took my breath away.
"Frieza."
The word slid out in the form of a pained snarl.
"That bastard savior of yours couldn't best him even as a legendary Super Saiyan!" An eerie sort of smirk blossomed on his handsome face.
"Your precious home is destined for a very painful end."
Okay, sorry that it's mostly filler, I'm struggling to find inspiration... I'll try my hardest to keep going though. Again, sorry for the delay... I now end my note with, please review!
~Ino***