Chapter Seventeen
Garth, What A Guy!
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Nathan stood straight up to the Saiyan before him. Anger and rage crossed his face and the Saiyan merely chuckled.
"Come on, little human… give it your best shot…"
He taunted him, and Nathan was having none of it. He was pissed off from all the stupid training Vegeta was putting him through.
Vegeta watched from the throne chair as the two got ready to spar. It was training, and it was going to be hard. It was only a few hours after Kakarot and I had been together and Vegeta didn't expect anything in the least. He wasn't focusing on me; he was only focused on training Nathan and seeing what the mere human could do.
Nathan stepped forward, taking bigger and bigger strides. He suddenly, with a jolt, jumped-kicked his boot-covered foot into the Saiyan's chest, knocking the wind out of him. The Saiyan gasped loudly as he flew back fifteen feet across the floor. The Saiyan coughed several times, struggling to even get up. Vegeta watched carefully, focusing his intrigued eyes on Nathan.
Huh, maybe he wasn't such a bad choice after all…
Vegeta stood from the chair and stepped down. Nathan breathed heavily as got out the majority of his rage in that one kick. The Saiyan grabbed his chest as he slowly tried getting up.
"That's some kick you got…"
Nathan turned around to see the Prince standing right behind him.
"Uhh… thanks…"
"Maybe I didn't make a bad choice choosing you as an Elite soldier after all…"
Nathan stared at Vegeta as the Prince grinned at him. The other Saiyan soldier walked off with another to go get something to drink, holding his chest, slightly hunched over in pain. The other four Elites stood in the corner of the room observing.
"Damn, he can sure kick…"
Bardock's eyes focused on Nathan carefully.
"Yeah, his legs are his strong suit…"
Vegito spoke calmly to Bardock. Kakarot stayed quiet as the other two talked.
"Again, this time, three of you four… join in…"
Vegeta spoke as he pointed to Vegito, Gogeta, Bardock and Kakarot in the corner of the room. They all stared for a moment, being snapped out of conversation and thoughts. They looked at one another and decided quickly that Bardock would stay out of this one and Vegito, Gogeta and Kakarot would be the ones to go in. They all slowly began walking over to Nathan in the middle of the throne room. Nathan stared straight at them and began to get himself mentally prepared for the pain that would be inflicted on him. Vegeta chuckled, backing away back to the throne chair and turning back to it. He sat as the three surrounded Nathan. They all stared silently at Nathan before the silence was broken by the snap of Vegeta's fingers. Vegito decided to make the first move and attack. Nathan wasn't quick enough to anticipate where he was going to hit and Vegito threw a punch into his lower back. Nathan went flying towards Kakarot, who caught him.
"Sorry in advance for this, man…"
Kakarot slammed his fist into Nathan's stomach several times before throwing it up into his face. Nathan gasped for air as he was thrown backward again, back into the middle of them.
"Ahh, God… seriously, dick-move…!"
Kakarot couldn't help, but chuckle at Nathan's remark. Nathan grinned slightly before he was plunged in the side with another steel-like punch. Gogeta stepped in next and took him on completely. Punches left and right; Nathan was too overwhelmed and in pain to even know how to react. After about five minutes of being beaten down by Gogeta alone, Vegeta whistled for him to halt. Gogeta stepped back from Nathan's crippling, bloody body so Vegeta could inspect him. King Vegeta walked in to see the mess.
"Come on, Vegeta, I just had these floors cleaned!"
"Relax, father, it's not like it's overly hard to mop a fucking floor!"
His father grunted with distaste and stepped past Nathan who was coughing immensely. The Prince stepped down from the throne so his father could be seated to watch. Vegeta walked over to Nathan and kneeled down next to him.
"So, how do you like being an Elite soldier so far?"
Nathan coughed up some blood before chuckling,
"Fan-freakin'-tastic!"
The Prince chuckled quietly as he grabbed under Nathan chin.
"Good, that's the spirit…"
He turned around to Vegito and Kakarot and shouted,
"Again…!"
Nathan moaned with displeasure. Vegeta grinned before grabbing the back collar of his armor and pulling him up. Nathan struggled to stand, but managed somehow. Vegito chuckled at the human trying to stand on his own two feet. He cracked his knuckles as he walked towards him.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle…"
His sarcastic tone was pissing Nathan off and he decided to at least try and fight back. Kakarot stayed back for the moment, just to see what would happen.
This is just Vegeta's way of getting back at me for being late…
Nathan thought. Vegito suddenly charged with a punch ready. Nathan bent his knees and lunged forward.
Training's only just getting started…
That's all Nathan could think about as his fight was about to start again.
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Kakarot turned and smiled at Nathan after their Elite meeting was finally done. Nathan's face was covering in scratches and bruises, but he was still grinning, for he actually had a good time sparring with Kakarot.
"Come on, Nathan!"
Vegeta quickly grabbed Nathans arm, pulling him back. Vegeta had to gather more Intel on a specific planet he had to go to, and was also hoping to bring a specific someone with, and for once, it wasn't me!
"No, the human will be coming with me on our next mission. We'll be leaving later today. Kakarot, you'll stay here and watch over the throne and my new mate."
Nathan gritted his teeth to the statement. Kakarot stared at Vegeta like he was crazy.
Why would you take a human on such a dangerous mission?! Nathan's strong, but he's still new to all this!
Kakarot couldn't get it through his head, but he wasn't going to argue. He bowed and said,
"Yes, sir…"
He then turned and walked away. Right before he left, though, he glanced at Nathan before Vegeta pulled him away and saw Nathan mouth the words 'I trust you…'. Kakarot wasn't going to let him down. He didn't care if I was technically Vegeta's new mate in Saiyan standards; he understood 'love' and that I and Nathan loved each other. He was going to protect me, for his sake, not Vegeta's.
He headed straight for Vegeta's room, to which he had a key to. When he arrived, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was dark and I was lying in bed. I was fast asleep. Kakarot exhaled, admitting to himself that he was nervous about meeting me for the first official time. He slowly and as quietly as possible approached the bed. He casually sat down in the chair that was at the foot of the bed. Kicking a leg up, he relaxed himself, watching me for a moment.
Why would Vegeta have a chair just sitting in the middle of… oh, ohhh… that's why…?
Kakarot thought, realizing that the chair he was sitting in was the chair Vegeta would sit in to watch me sleep at night.
Odd… but, I can understand why he'd do it… If I had a slave, I'd probably do the same thing… especially with one like 'her'…
I rolled over in my sleep, throwing the sheet about in my sleep. Kakarot watched as I exposed myself by kicking the sheet off. He held his breath when he saw me. I wasn't naked; just sleeping in a flimsy tank-top and panties. He slowly stood and began to walk to the side of the bed. He stared down at me, blushing slightly, before leaning over and grabbing the sheet. He pulled it over me.
Before he could walk back to the chair, I unconsciously grabbed his hand, mumbling Nathan's name in my sleep. Kakarot felt a sudden burst of guilt and sadness overthrow him. He felt bad for me having no choice, but to be with the Prince. He noticed scarring around my collarbone and neck.
That bastard… She doesn't deserve this… She deserves better…
If only he'd known, though, how bad things were with Vegeta. If only he knew. He patted my head gently and slowly pulled his hand away. He decided to just leave me to sleep. He'd check up on me in the morning; long after Vegeta and the others left. He still couldn't believe that the Prince would take Nathan, a brand new Elite soldier on a mercenary mission. As he walked out and gently closed the door, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted the touch me and hold me. He wanted to cradle me like he was Nathan. It saddened him, knowing that that probably wouldn't happen. He decided to go get something to drink before going to bed.
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I woke up, feeling happy for some reason. I felt like Nathan was with me last night, while I was sleeping. I got dressed and left, heading for the dining hall. Whistles filled my ears as I passed other soldiers. I simply ignored them. Vegeta wasn't around to bug me, but mentioned that I'd have a body guard; I wondered who it would be; most likely Kakarot.
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Nathan stood still as Vegeta stepped towards the helpless locals huddling together near their home. Vegeta looked back and saw that Nathan wasn't following.
"Elite, what are you doing? I gave you an order; kill these vermin, now!"
Nathan didn't respond; he didn't move. He stared at the poor, innocent-looking aliens; crying and holding their children. He wasn't going to kill anyone if they didn't deserve it. Vegeta marched back towards Nathan and grabbed him by the collar of his armor.
"Listen to me, Elite, you will do as I say or so help me I'll rip your fucking throat out!"
Nathan gritted his teeth, but refused to move. Vegeta then got an idea to get him really mad. He leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear,
"I fuck your woman… 'Your woman'…! I fuck her, and she loves it… How does that make you feel?! Knowing that you'll never get to be with her, see her, love her, or fuck her… ever again? I bet that gets your blood boiling…"
It certainly was. Nathan was livid now, but he was using every ounce of willpower to not make a move on the poor souls in front of him. He wanted to take it out on Vegeta, but Nathan knew he wouldn't win. He gritted his teeth to the point of one of the corners of his molars chipped.
"What if I told you that I was planning on fucking her when I got back, huh? I'm going to tie her down, beat her, maim her… make her mine…"
Nathan growled furiously under his breath.
"Stop it…"
"Why? You don't like that?! Well, Taylor certainly does!"
"Don't say her name!"
Nathan spoke through his gritted teeth. He was still staring at the aliens huddled on the ground in front of him; all of them petrified by Nathan's rage building up in his facial expressions.
"Why? Too many bad memories…? Come on, Elite… kill these worthless beings… take out your anger… Don't let it built up…"
"Stop it!"
Vegeta paused for a moment to observe Nathan's facial expression.
"I fuck her in every little hole she's got, whenever I want… and I never apologize for hitting her either… You know, when she steps out of line!"
"Shut up!"
"I can do whatever I want… and she will obey me… I can tell her to suck my cock, and she will… and she's pretty fucking good at it…"
"I said 'shut up'!"
"He-he; oh, I heard you, but there's so much more I want to tell you… Like how I cut her down, tear her apart… watch her bleed…"
"SHUT UP!"
Nathan's hand clenched around the blade his was holding, shaking and ready to lunge forward. He was about to snap.
Perfect… one more…
"…and you want to know what the best part of it all is…?"
Nathan's eyes quickly panned over to Vegeta's, wide and ablaze.
"I fuck her in ways you probably can't even imagine, and all the while she was screaming my name and my name alone…"
"NO!"
That was the final straw of Nathan listening and lunged forward, immediately decapitating one of the seven there. Seconds later, there were no more screams and nothing, but mangled bodies and Nathan standing in the center of it all, covered in their blackened blood head to toe. Vegeta grinned at his new Elite, thanking himself that he made him one. The man wasn't nearly as strong as the rest of them, but he had a lot of anger built up that needed to be released. Nathan breathed heavily and glanced up at Vegeta, immediately charging at him. Vegeta's eyes widened, having just enough time to react to the mad-man. He jumped up and dodged Nathan's attack immediately appearing behind him and knocking him out with one hit to the back of the head.
Bardock approached Vegeta and Nathan's unconscious body.
"Well, that was entertaining…"
Vegeta chuckled.
"Yeah, I wanted to see what this human could actually do, damage-wise; and now that I do, I'm going to take him back to the ship and wait for him to wake up… Bardock…"
Bardock glanced up with an evil smile on his face, knowing what the Prince was going to ask.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta…?"
Vegeta grinned sinisterly and replied,
"Kill everyone on this planet."
Bardock chuckled maniacally and flew off into the distance, immediately blowing houses and the surrounding area up. Vegeta picked Nathan up and carried up and carried him back to the ship.
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When Nathan woke up, he saw that he was back on the ship. He shot up so fast that it made him momentarily dizzy. He breathed heavily and saw Vegeta walk into the room. Nathan frowned at him, but quickly looked away, rubbing his head.
"So, you're awake?"
Nathan nodded.
"Ugh, God… I had the worst nightmare…"
Vegeta grinned at the comment, knowing that Nathan was probably in denial of what he had done.
"Oh…? What happened in this 'nightmare'?"
Nathan sighed, believing it never happened.
"I… I dreamed that… I killed a family of innocent aliens on this planet… because I was furious from… from…"
He trailed off, not wanting to say that Vegeta was the reason he killed those aliens. He rubbed his eyes, trying hard not to show Vegeta how upset he truly was.
"…from me…?"
Vegeta finished Nathans sentence and Nathan, shocked by the boldness in his voice, looked up in fear.
"Yeah, that wasn't a nightmare… That was your mission, and you completed it successfully, Elite."
Nathan horrified, looked down at his hands to notice their blood still painted on them, dark, navy blue and dry. Vegeta merely chuckled at Nathan's response to the blood and stepped forward, placing a hand on Nathan's shoulder.
"Don't worry, they're all dead now… You can thank Bardock for that later…"
Nathan didn't respond. He stayed staring mortified at the blood on his hands and wrists. Vegeta left Nathan alone and they were soon leaving the planet for the next one on their list. Vegeta and Bardock talked and discussed stuff about the next planet they were heading to. The trip took another two days, and Nathan didn't sleep or eat anything for those two days after his terrifying realization that he killed seven innocent aliens on their home planet, which was also destroyed as they were leaving by the man, the Saiyan now controlling him and his new life of terror. Nathan would never forgive him, or anyone for this.
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Back on Earth, Marissa sat alone in her house. Explosions faintly being heard off somewhere in the distance; she was all alone. She found it hard to hold back tears as she sat in her room. Cracks ran up the walls and the ceiling was crumbling in different areas. There was a loud smash and she almost screamed out of fear; her hands quickly flew over her mouth. A Saiyan stepped up the stairs and around the rubble into the living room. He looked out the shattered window to see other Saiyans walking down the street, carrying human body parts in their grasps. Blood smeared all over their bodies; the Saiyan inside Marissa's house grunted loudly in disgust.
"Marapees…"
His voice was filled in distaste. Marissa stepped cautiously towards the door to peek out and see if it was another human searching for survivors. She held her breath when she saw the massively tall beast standing in her living room. His tail flicked about and his back straightened as his eyes travelled out over the horizon line. She took and step back, away from the door and the floor creaked. She gasped and froze in place, covering her mouth with her hand. The Saiyans ears perked slightly and he turned towards her bedroom door. He sniffed the air around him to clarify if there was a human in there and he could still smell one; presumably a female, he could sense. He grunted and stepped towards the door. Marissa couldn't move; she was completely frozen. The Saiyan pushed the door open slowly and their eyes met instantly. He stared at her for a long moment before stepping forward. She backed until her back was to the wall. He stopped mid-way.
"Human…"
He grumbled. She stayed still, not wanting to make any sudden movements or sounds.
"Hikedo garsu, birko…"
She swallowed nervously before the Saiyan turned around and walked out.
What the…
She relaxed slightly when we left, not caring about whatever it was that he said. He went left out of the room to the kitchen. She heard him rummaging around through things in there but she didn't want to go anywhere near the door.
Marissa backed into the corner on her room next to her bed and sat on the floor. She sat quietly and nervously. She didn't want to try and run in case he wasn't so forgiving and killed her. She let a few tears slip as she began thinking about her family. She didn't know if any of them were even alive or dead. She quieted herself completely when the tall Saiyan walked back into the room. He was holding an apple in his hand; probably one of the ones from out in that bowl on the kitchen table. He looked at her before he sat on the edge of the bed. He smelt the apple first, inspecting it for anything out of the norm. He shrugged to himself and took a bite, not showing her any signs of attention or interest. She watched as he chewed on the fruit. She was becoming more and more nervous watching him because of his enormous incisors, shredding through the apple. He glanced at it and then to her, making her suddenly even more nervous from staring at him.
"What is this?"
She stayed dead silent, too afraid to speak up.
"Are you deaf?! Answer me, woman!"
She held her breath momentarily before quietly answering,
"Oh, uhh… th-that's an apple…"
He glanced back down at it and took another bite.
"It's good…"
She stared at the Saiyan as he chewed, enjoying the taste. She forced herself to grin slightly,
"Yeah, their good and good for you…"
The Saiyan looked at her with a suspicious look, but didn't say anything. Marissa didn't know if she was supposed to talk to him or not. There was a long two minutes of silence, between her and him, very slowly eating away at the fruit. She decided to engage him from a calmer, not-too-afraid angle.
"So… do they have fruit where you're from?"
She kept her voice quiet as the Saiyan looked down at her.
"Fruit…? Oh, yes… fruit, yes… but most of the fruit we have growing on Planet Vegeta are very hot and would probably kill a human like you unless properly taken care of, grown and cooked…"
"Cooked…?"
"Yes, we have to cook the fruits on our planet. Unlike these ones that you can just pick off the tree and eat. To be honest, I think I prefer this. Even if they're not hot, they're sweet… and tasty…"
She giggled quietly to herself. The Saiyan looked at her suspiciously. She immediately stopped giggling and looked away.
"That's like our vegetables; we cook most of them when preparing them for meals. You don't have to, but I prefer cooked veggies to uncooked personally… but we have hot fruits, too… They're called peppers."
He looked at her with an interesting look.
"Do you, now? Do you have any here? I'm starving…"
She giggled again, quietly to herself and slowly stood up.
"Yeah… in the fridge…"
He looked at her curiously.
"Show me… I want more food. I'm starving after a long day of travelling and execution among these weakling people…"
She slowly began walking around the bed to the door. She kept eying him to make sure he wasn't going to do anything to her. He just stood and stepped behind her. She quickly turned and went to the fridge. In a freezer box in the bottom, a bunch of fruits and vegetables were frozen. She turned on a burner that still worked and placed and pan over it. She took out fruits and vegetables and put them there, thawing them all out. The Saiyan watched over her shoulder. She got nervous, feeling him so near, but he wasn't doing anything. He was merely watching her thaw out the foods.
Maybe these guys aren't nearly as bad as everyone is making them out to be…
Once thawed, she grabbed a banana pepper and gave it to him.
"Here… a pepper…"
He took it and inspected it first. He glanced up at her and then at the pepper. He hesitantly took a bite. He chewed the pepper for a few seconds before a grin crossed his face.
"Yes, now that's good!"
Marissa smiled at him,
"Good, I'm glad you like it…"
He smiled at her and then looked at the fridge.
"Is there more…? I want more…"
Wow, greedy…
Marissa thought as he opened the fridge himself again and started looking through the leftover food that wasn't bad yet. He grabbed more meats and stuff out and set it all on the counter near her.
"Here, cook all this!"
She looked at him like he was crazy.
"You can't be serious…"
His grin disappeared and he glared at her, leaning in down close to her face, making her back away slightly.
"Do I look serious?"
She nodded and he backed off.
"Then… don't ask stupid questions…"
He turned away and walked into the living room, lounging on the couch. He put his hands back behind his head and relaxed as he waited patiently for a decent tasting meal to be ready.
Holy shit! Fuck, is he a free-loader or what?! Jesus! He's worse than Taylor!
The thought made her giggle slightly, but it was quiet enough that even if the Saiyan heard, he probably wouldn't have cared.
She cooked everything, taking about an hour. Once it was all cooked, she placed it all out on the table for 'thy majesty' to feast on. He sure did. He rushed over the second the first plate was out and began eating it all. Three plates of food later, he was finally done eating.
Jesus Christ, man!
Marissa couldn't believe that over an hour ago, she was actually kind of afraid of this guy. He was nothing more than a dude version of me! She smiled to herself, wondering what I was doing, if I was still even alive. He slouched in the chair, leaning his head back, satisfied with his meal. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest in the kitchen, waiting for him to thank her. He stood, looking at her, grinning slightly while using a sharp finger-nail to pick some food from his teeth.
"That was great… Not half bad at cooking anyways…"
He walked over and grabbed an apple from next to her on the counter and went back into the bedroom. He walked around for a moment, just observing all the things in Marissa's room. He noticed all the pictures of friends and family around her bed and all the random knickknacks and clutter. He sat on the edge of the bed and began eating the fruit he grabbed; basically his dessert. Marissa followed him into the room, suspicious as to why he wanted to go in there, but whatever.
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"So, you got a name?"
She was silent for a moment and then calmly spoke as she slowly approached him.
"Marissa…"
The Saiyan nodded as he ate the last of the apple, including most of the core, splitting out a few seeds every few seconds or so.
"Okay."
She stared at him momentarily, waiting for his name. He stared back at her and gave her a glare.
"What? Why are you staring at me, woman?"
She immediately looked down.
"No, I… I was just waiting for you to introduce yourself, too."
He grunted and stood.
"Why do you need to know my name? My name is of no concern to you…"
She shied away slightly, moving to the farthest end of the bed and sitting down. He grunted slightly again and turned away to walk out and back into the kitchen for more food.
Seriously, does it ever end?
She slowly stood after he left and began carefully pacing herself towards the bedroom door. When she peered out, the Saiyan stepped back around the corner, frightening her to no end. She fell back in a jolt and fell flat on her butt.
"Just where do you think you're going?"
She didn't speak, she just breathed heavily. The Saiyan stepped closer, now holding an orange. His canines were bared as he spoke.
"N-Nowhere…"
"'Nowhere' you say?"
She nodded. He grunted and went to bite into the orange.
"No, wait, you have to peel it first…"
She quickly stood, putting him off guard for a moment; taking a small step back. He frowned at her as she approached cautiously.
"What?"
"You have to peel an orange before you eat it… unless you really want to eat the peel, but it doesn't taste very good."
The Saiyan looked at her curiously and then at the orange.
"Peel…?"
"Yeah, I can show you…"
The Saiyan eyed her as she gestured a hand out to take it. The Saiyan watched her very closely as he dropped it in her hand. She sat on the edge of the bed and dug a nail into the top and began peeling it down one side. The Saiyan slowly sat down next to her watching her peel it.
"See? You just got to dig your nail into the peel and rip it off… There!"
She handed the peeled orange to him. He took it and looked at it in a peculiar manner. It was fascinating to see such interesting and different fruits from what the Saiyans had.
"This one I can just eat the whole thing, right?"
She nodded. He torn half of it off and ate it. A little bit of juice dripped down his chin. She went to go wipe it, but he quickly grabbed her hand.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
She winced at the grasp of his hand and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let go.
"You… You just had… some juice o-on your ch-chin…"
He relaxed slightly, letting her go and wiping his chin himself. He grunted at the sticky juice on his wrist. He moved away slightly on the edge of the bed, continuing to eat. She giggled when juice sprayed up his cheek and he flinched from it. He wiped it and noticed her laughing. He growled and turned away. She moved slightly closer and he moved away again. She moved a few more inches closer, but this time he didn't move, he just ignored her.
"So, why are you here?"
He stopped eating.
"What do you mean? We're here to take over Earth and sell it for profit in six months, your time."
"No… I… I mean… why are you here, like in my house?"
He paused and turned slightly to look at her.
"Well, I was hungry… and we were all given specific rules to not let a single human out of our sight, and if they try to run… we kill them."
Marissa swallowed nervously. She didn't once try to run, yet.
Well, that explains why he didn't kill me… I guess.
He finished the orange and wiped his fingers on his pants. Marissa noticed, but didn't offer to help that time.
"So… what's your name…?"
He glared at her.
"You already asked that!"
"I know… What's your name? I just want to know if you're going to be staying here eating all my food…"
He actually chuckled quietly at the comment, making her grin slightly.
"My name is Garthshin Reey."
"'Garth-shin'… He-he; c-could…?"
She stopped and began giggling to herself. He looked over at her with full attention.
"What? Why are you laughing, woman?!"
"I… I was just thinking… I could give you a nickname for that… he-he; Garth!"
He almost looked shocked. Not because of the name, but because she wanted to give him a 'nickname'. She continued to laugh to herself and he just growled.
"Hmm, why's that so funny?"
She stopped laughing to try and tell him.
"…because… it's just a funny nickname!"
She smiled at him and he blushed slightly.
"Whatever, fine… I won't be staying long, though… I'll be leaving tomorrow probably…"
He got up and walked to the door again. Marissa thought about pulling out a trap card.
"…and if you don't…?"
He froze in the doorway. He didn't speak, though.
"What do you mean 'and if I don't'?"
She sighed slightly,
"Well, where will you go? You seem to really enjoy the food I have here, and I could cook more for you if you want…"
He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. She was smiling slightly at him as she stood, but didn't go near him. She didn't want to admit that she was lonely, but it was the truth; she was beyond lonely. He just stared at her, suspicious and not really knowing how to answer.
"I… I'll be leaving… I'm tired, though… from travelling… and… whatnot… I'm going to sleep…"
Marissa's face went kind of blank. He walked out and into the living room where he sat down on the couch. She peered out from the room at him. He just glared and lay down to go to sleep. She didn't even realize it was already fairly dark outside. She walked back across her room and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket. She slowly walked out to the living room, towards the couch. She went to go and give it to him only to hear him growl,
"Back off, human! I don't need anything else from you…"
At first, she actually felt kind of sad, but it was quickly replaced with anger.
"Fine… asshole… Freeze then…"
She dropped the pillow and blanket on the floor near the couch and stomped back to her room. The Saiyan growled with irritation but peered open an eye to see what she was offering; the pillow and blanket. Marissa shut her door, but not all the way; leaving it open just barely an inch, just to see if he'd take it. Sure enough, the bastard did. She saw his hand reach out and grab both and then minutes later, was sound asleep. She was still a little pissed at how rude he was, but she grinned at how easy it was to win him over.
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The sun shined brightly into the kitchen, lighting up a good portion of the house. A small stream of light made its way into Garth's view, forcing him awake. He growled quietly and yawned as he stretched out. His nose quickly picked up a delicious smell of food; breakfast to be specific. He sniffed the air before his vision quickly adjusted to see a large plate of cooked food on a small fold-out table next to him. A smile crossed his face as his lips watered from hunger. He was about to devour it until he looked up and saw Marissa sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. He wasn't sure if he was suppose to address her or not, but tried.
"Umm… th-thank you… uhh…"
"…Marissa…"
She finished his compliment for him and he glanced up, blushing slightly. She giggled quietly and replied with,
"You're welcome… Garth…"
She smiled forgivingly at him for being a dick to her and he blushed more, looking back down at his food and quickly began eating. She laughed at his reaction and continued sipping her coffee and reading her book. He finished eating after about only three minutes and just sat, staring at her. She chose to ignore him. She knew he was staring, and she thought it was kind of funny the way he was behaving today. He stood and slowly approached her; curious as to what she was reading. She felt him behind where she was sitting and spoke, interrupting his thoughts,
"Would you like to sit?"
He was silent for a moment but quietly moved to a chair next to her and said,
"Yeah… sure…"
She smiled at him and finished her coffee.
"What are you reading?"
He finally asked and she replied calmingly,
"It's called Divergent. It's one of my favorite books. I've read it like a million times, but… there's not really anything else to do so…"
He watched her as she spoke and then looked down at the book.
"What's it about…?"
She laughed quietly,
"Why are you asking me all these questions? Like I haven't even known you for twenty-four hours, but I feel like asking questions isn't really 'you'…"
He gave her what was almost a disappointed look.
"Well, I… I heard what you said last night… and… I'm sorry… I just… I don't know; I'm trying something different… Something you humans would prefer, or at least, I thought you would."
Marissa laughed more,
"I do, and I accept your apology. Its okay, do you want anything else to eat and drink…?"
She spoke as she stood from the table, taking her glasses off and putting them down gently. He nodded, not looking at her, though, but rather at the book, picking it up and beginning to read from where Marissa left off.
"Alright, I'll make some more scrambled eggs and bacon… Do you want toast, too?"
He didn't reply for he was reading. She walked over and grabbed the book out of his hands. He snapped out of it and glared up at her.
"Hey, I was reading that!"
"…and you can continue if you answer my question? Toast or no toast…?"
He growled and glared down at the floor, muttering,
"Toast…"
"Say the magic word…"
Her voice was filled with sarcasm but he didn't really understand what she meant, giving a strange look in reply. She sighed irritated, rolling her eyes and said,
"Just say 'please'…!"
He frowned and asked,
"Why?"
"…because it's polite, you douche…"
He growled again, more aggressively, though.
"Fine… Please toast…! Better?"
She giggled, still with hints of annoyance to her breath and replied,
"That's good enough…"
She handed the book back and turned back to the kitchen to whip up some more food. Garth sat down irritated by her and continued to read.
"You know, you could start at the beginning…"
She spoke, not bothering to turn around. He glared at the back of her head but obliged what she suggested by flipping back to the beginning of the book.