War
of Worlds
By B_Chan
Chapter
4: One Person’s Junk is Another’s Treasure
The humanoid creature strapped to the table thrashed, screamed, and begged in an unknown language as the being in white continued to slice open its skin, peel it back, and pin it in place until the poor creature’s chest cavity was completely open.
"Does it hurt?" asked the operator, almost tenderly stroking the red feathers that topped the weeping being’s head. It turned its head toward the being in white and begged it again to stop in its strange language.
"You should feel honored," he said, moving back to the open chest. "I’m Doctor Mono, the greatest bio scientist in all the galaxy. You, my frightened little guinea pig, are the first of your kind to be so-" he reached into the being’s inside and cut off one of its organs, watching as the creature thrashed, eyes wide in unbelievable pain and suffering. "Deeply studied," grinned the doctor.
Several more slices and some removal of organs that wouldn’t lead to an immediate death, and the red haired creature finally passed out. The doctor frowned down at the creature’s pale face. He hated it when they fainted in the middle of an operation. Screams of pain and terror were music to his ears; he delighted in dissecting his subjects alive.
"Doctor Mono," said a nurse, bowing to him. "You have an important call."
The doctor frowned and didn’t look at her, too busy studying his still alive subject. "Tell whoever it is to call back another time. I’m busy."
"Doctor, the message is from Lady Kijo," said the nurse.
The doctor stopped in the middle of opening up one of the creature’s three hearts and looked over his shoulder at the nurse. "Very well. Keep the blood circulating in this subject, I don’t want it dying just yet."
"And if it wakes up, do you want us to give it tranquilizer?"
"Of course not!" barked the doctor. "That might slow down the bodies natural function, just leave it to scream," the doctor smiled, walking out of the operating room.
Still wearing his bloody gown and gloves, the doctor pressed a flat button on a screen and a beautiful woman with dark green hair appeared.
"Good evening doctor, did I interrupt you in the middle of your work?" asked the woman politely.
"Yes, you did. This had better be important, Lady Kijo. It took me almost a year to get a hold of a live Saibird."
Kijo folded her hands and smiled. "Oh, I’m sure once I tell you what we’ve found on a little planet in the middle of nowhere you’ll be begging us to let you go."
"Huh, I doubt it," said the doctor, frowning.
"Not interested?" said Kijo, faking a hurt expression. "Well, I can always send another doctor to go study the Saiya-jins. Good day, doctor," said Kijo leaning forward to press the button that would end communication.
"Wait!" shouted Mono. "Did you say Saiya-jin? Are you telling me you’ve found a living, breathing Saiya-jin?!" shouted the doctor, moving closer to the screen. "Where?!"
Kijo smiled and leaned back in her chair. "I thought you’d be interested," she purred.
"Don’t toy with me, Kijo! Tell me where I can find it! I’ve been waiting my whole life to study one! The most perfect fighting race ever created, do you know what kind of bio weapons I could create with one?! The kinds of technology I could design?!"
"So," said Kijo, looking at her nails. "I guess that means you’ll take the job?"
"Yes!" shouted the doctor.
"Good," grinned Kijo. The screen split in half and showed a picture of earth. "On this planet is at least one full blood Saiya-jin, the Saiya-jin prince, Vegeta."
"A member of the royal bloodline," breathed Mono in awe. "What I won’t give for him."
"You may have him one day, but your orders so far are not to touch him." Kijo said more sharply. "Lucifer knows a good opportunity when he sees one. He’s hoping to recruit the Saiya-jin prince into his army."
"Then what reason do I have to go!" Dr. Mono shouted. "If I can’t dissect the Saiya-jin, how will I learn its secrets?!"
"Calm down good doctor," said Kijo. The picture of earth was replaced with one of Vegeta, then one of Trunks and Bra. "These two, dear doctor, are demi-Saiya-jins; hybrids. We will allow you to do whatever you like to any demi-Saiya-jins you find on the planet Earth."
"And if the pureblooded Saiya-jin doesn’t except Lord Lucifer’s proposal?" asked Dr. Mono eagerly.
"Then you may do what you please with him as well," said Kijo.
Dr. Mono smiled cruel. "Good, send me all the information you have. I’ll be leaving at once."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Pan groaned and pulled the covers off her head. She rubbed an eye and glanced at the black phone on her desk ringing its receiver off. She glanced at her alarm clock; it was 9:00, too early to get up when it was summer vacation. With a grunt she reached over and picked up the phone.
"Hello," she said, trying not to sound like she had just woken up, but failing miserably.
"Pan, it’s me, Marron. I need your help right away!" Marron shouted into the phone.
Now Pan was awake. "Why? What’s wrong Marron?" asked Pan, in concern.
"Just come over to my family’s dojo, please!" said Marron.
"I’ll be right over," Pan assured her, hanging up the phone and jumping out of bed to put her clothes on in a blur. She ran downstairs to see her parents sitting in front of the TV, watching the news.
"Pan, where’s the fire?" Gohan laughed as his daughter tried to force her feet into her shoes, which didn’t seem to want to cooperate.
"I’ve got to go, Papa, Marron needs me!" Pan shouted, finishing forcing her shoes into submission. She ran down the step and jumped into the air, the front door still open and swinging on its hinges.
"She sure was in a hurry," said Videl, going over to close the door.
"Sure was. I wonder what she’s doing?"
As Pan flew she pictured all kinds of terrible things that might have happened to her friend. What if the alien invaders had gone after Marron?! It wasn’t out of the question-Marron was probably the strongest human alive to date. Uub didn’t count. He may have been reborn a human but he still had a bit of demon in him, especially after joining with Buu. They’d gone after Bra to get to Vegeta, were they trying to lure Goten and Trunks out with Marron as bait?! Goten would sure be pissed to find the blond kidnapped. What if they were going to do some kind of terrible and freakish experiments on her! Oh, poor Marron!
Pan flew faster and soon found the neat and tidy Martial Arts school. The building was designed as a traditional Japanese building, with rice paper screens, curved tile roof, and wooden dojo sign out front. Krillin, being a more devoted Martial Artist then most of the other human Z fighters, had decided to teach his style of fighting in his later years. His school was already well known in the fighting world. The ex-monk still was a damn good fighter and it didn’t look like he’d ever quit fighting. Marron taught at the dojo as well. She’d earned her black belt when she was 18. According to Krillin’s school, you couldn’t become a black belt until your 18th birthday, because Martial Arts was a training of both the body and mind and some things require time and patience that only an adult has. Of course, Marron easily got her belt on the very same day she turned 18.
"Marron!" shouted Pan, yanking opened the door and barging in.
The blond girl looked at Pan with wide eyes. She’d been mediating when Pan had shouted her arrival.
Pan’s head snapped back and forth looking for Marron’s attacker, but seeing none. In fact, the girl looked just fine. There was no sign that a struggle had even taken place to begin with.
"Wow, you’re fast," said Marron, getting up. "Pan, this is a karate dojo, take your shoes off."
"W-wait," stammered Pan in confusion. "Where the bad guys?"
Marron stared hard at Pan then broke out laughing. "Oh, my god! You thought I was being attacked?! That’s funny!"
"No it’s not!" shouted Pan. "And, here I came to help you and this is the thanks I get," pouted Pan, flopping down to tug at her shoes. She hadn’t even tied the laces.
Marron managed to control her giggling. "Sorry, you should know I can take care of myself, anyone stupid enough to mess with me must have a death wish."
"I don’t know, I beat you, didn’t I," said Pan, narrowing her eyes at Marron.
"That was a couple years ago, I’m stronger now," said Marron.
"So am I," said Pan in a challenging voice.
Marron grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Are those fighting words I hear?"
"Maybe they are," grinned Pan.
"Good! Because I need a good fighter," she went over and tossed Pan a wooden bow. "I need you to enter a Martial Art’s tournament with me."
"What?!" shouted Pan, falling on her face. First that strange phone call, now this, had she lost the ability to understand one of her good friends?
Marron giggled again. "That’s why I called you," she said, picking up a pair of nun chucks. "You see, Pan, I’ve been planning to take a team to this Martial Arts tournament in Tokyo for over half a year now-It starts in three days. But, my team bailed on me, either sick or too busy with the recent disaster from those aliens. I don’t have even one person now. Since you know how to use the bow, I thought I’d ask you to fill in and do a bow kata at the tournament."
"Oh, why didn’t you say so sooner," said Pan, a little annoyed. "Just how many people do you need for your team?"
"Too many, I need a team of five to go, one person for each weapon: the bow, Caiman, shi, sword, chucks, and Tamah. I can do the chucks, but I need you to do the bow, I don’t know who I’m going to ask to do the others."
"Trunks!" Pan shouted, nearly knocking the blonde over. "Ask Trunks to do the sword, he knows how to use one!"
"Hey! You’re right! I didn’t think of that. But, what about the other two weapons?"
"Maybe Goten can do one? Hmm, do you think Bra knows how to use one of those weapon?"
Marron shock her head. "No, I don’t think Bra practices with weapons. Let’s call Goten, then Trunks, and ask them to help."
"Okay!" shouted Pan (again), getting excited about the whole thing. She ran into the back room, which served as a kind of office, and picked up the phone. Quickly she dialed Goten’s number.
"Hello?" said Goten’s familiar voice.
"Goten, it’s me, Pan. Come over to Marron’s dojo right away, we have something we want to ask you."
"Do I have to come over right now? I’ve got Base over at my house, we were going to do some sparring, and you know Base is very serious about that kind of thing."
A light bulb appeared over Pan’s head. "Bring him with you," said Pan.
"What? Why?"
"Just get him to come over here with you."
"Okay, I’ll try," said Goten, into the phone. "I’m going now, bye."
"Bye!" sang Pan, dropping the phone back on the hook.
"What’d he say?" asked Marron from the other room.
"Don’t worry, Marron, your problems are over. I’m going to call Trunks and get him to come down here, then you can tell all three of them about the tournament."
"Three?" said Marron.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Trunks, Goten, and Base stood in front of the two excited girls and frowned.
"Just spit it out," said Base. "This had better be good, I don’t have time to waste on nonsense."
"Well, I’m taking a team to a Martial Arts tournament in Tokyo and I need you three to be in that team." Marron grinned cheerfully.
"What…" said all three, starting at the smiling blonde.
"I’m leaving," said Base, turning around. Pan jumped on his back and stuck to him like Velcro. "Get off me!" growled Base, turning circles and grabbing at her.
"Not until you agree to stay!" shouted Pan right in his big green ear, nearly making poor Base deaf.
"Marron, just what do you mean you want us to be on your team?" asked Trunks.
"I need a fighter for each of the five weapons."
"I don’t know," said Goten, scratching his head. "Mom wanted me to go find a decent job this week."
"Oh, come on Goten. Pretty please," said Marron, hugging his arm.
Goten melted at once. "I’ll find one next week! Sure I’ll help," he said, nodding his head wildly.
"I guess I can help as well," said Trunks. "Now that mom’s working more at CC I’m not needed as much. In fact, she all but threatened to fire me if I didn’t start training more," Trunks frowned. "Mom’s been around dad too long."
"Oh, thanks guys!" said Marron. She turned sparking eyes to the green Namek sei-jin still trying to get Pan off his back. "Base?"
"No!" barked the Namek sei-jin, looking quite silly trying to pry Pan off.
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please, please, please, please-!"
"All right! Just shut up and get her off me!" shouted the Namek sei-jin in her face.
Pan jumped off and high-fived Marron. "Damn, we’re good," they said together.
"Women are evil," said Base.
"Just when they want something," said Goten with a cheerful smile.
"Okay, which one of you will use the Caiman and which one the Tamah?" asked Marron.
"What are those?" asked Goten.
"I don’t use weapons," said Base.
"Come on, you two!" said Marron. She went over and picked up the said weapons. "Here," she said, handing Goten the Caiman. "You use them like this," Marron demonstrated, twirling the wooden tamah and snapping it back along her arm (think police clubs, they’re kind of like that). "You can do all kinds of back hand moves and elbow strikes with them. Kind of like whipping out your arm for a punch."
"How do you use these?" asked Goten, swinging the sharp twin Curved blades that were the caiman (kind of like a pair of small scythes) around.
"Ahh!" screamed the other four, twisting and turning to avoid them.
Marron snatched the two Caiman from Goten and handed them to Base. "Here, you learn his one. I don’t trust Goten with scissors, let alone sharp curved blades."
"Hey!" protested Goten, as Marron pushed him to a corner to start explaining the wooden weapons too him. "Um, Base, why don’t you get a feel for the Caiman while I help Goten over here."
Pan and Trunks looked at the wickedly sharp weapons in Base’s hands and backed up. "I think we should um… practice outside," said Trunks, not wanting to be in the room if the Namek sei-jin lost a hold of one of those things.
"Yah, Base will need lots of room," said Pan. The two turned and ran out of the dojo.
Confused, Base looked around at the room, which was quite large and could have easily provide enough room for a dozen students to do kata at once. "I’ll never understand Saiya-jins," said the Namek sei-jin, looking down at the two caiman. He shrugged and took up a fighting stance-might as well give it a try.
Marron smiled in delight at how easily Goten picked up on fighting techniques, you never would have known by how slow he was with other things, but he was actually very good at this. She had thought teaching him would be like walking over broken glass. Marron couldn’t help but giggle as the raven-haired man started having fun and making bad Bruce Lee imitations, complete with bad dub job while easily do some of the stuff he’d seen on old Martial Arts movies.
"Goten, this is suppose to be serious stuff," she said, trying very hard to look serious, but failing with him making little whooshing noises with every simple move he did.
"Look, Godzilla!" said Goten, pointing behind her and moving his lips out of sync with his words.
"You’re hopeless," laughed Marron, playfully smacking him on the back of the head. She turned to look at Base. "Hey, Base how are you-" she stopped, eyes going wide as she watched the Namek sei-jin easily spin with the twin blades in a very fast pace kata that was mind-numbing in its skill and grace.
"Huh?" said Base, stopping and standing up from his forward stance. "What?" He sweat dropped as Marron and Goten looked at him like fish out of water.
"Um, Base. Is that really the first time you’ve used those?" asked Goten.
"Yah," said the Namek sei-jin, confused. "Why, am I doing something wrong?"
"No!" said both, shaking their heads negative wildly.
"You might be better then me and you just started," said Marron with a frown. Years of practice and green boy just picks them up and makes me look like an amateur Marron thought with slight disgust.
"They’re kind of fun," said Base, turning in a wide swing with them. "I like the balance."
"Oh my…!" shouted Goten in shock. "Did Base just said he was having fun?! This really is the end of the world!"
"Huh?" said Base, confused...again.
Marron just laughed by his side. "Well, I was a little worried that three days won’t be enough time to practice, but it looks like you guys already know your stuff. Let’s check on Trunks and Pan, ne?"
"Sure, I wouldn’t mind seeing if those two have any skill in this area," said Base. The three walked out of the dojo and sat on the porch watching as Trunks and Pan had at it. The two weren’t practicing kata, they were fighting all out.
Pan twirled her bow over head. Grabbing it by one end she whipped it around aimed at Trunks side. The purple-haired man easily moved his sword down to protect his side and turned in to Pan, swing his sword arm out at her shoulder. Pan ducked under the blade and moved her bow down to try and sweep Trunks, who had his back to the bow now. The demi-Saiya-jin caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and did a back flip over the bow landing lightly on his feet. The two crouched down and circled each other, both looking for weakness in each other’s stances.
"Yah!" shouted Pan, planting her bow on its end and springing her self into a jump kick with it.
Trunks turned to the side as gracefully as a bullfighter. He lunged after Pan and swung at her. Pan rolled out of the way as Trunks’ sword struck the ground three times. Pan rolled to her feet and jabbed at the center of Trunks’ chest with the bow’s end. Trunks slapped it away, taking a fair size chuck out of the wooden bow as he did. Pan whipped the bow around to hit Trunks’ blocking arm with the other end. Trunks grabbed hold of her bow with an iron grip and kicked out with his foot. Pan growled and pulled on the bow until it snapped in half, and she used it to parry Trunks foot.
Trunks blinked in shock at the broken half of bow he held then yipped as Pan jumped on him. She bonked him once on the head with the broken piece of bow, then, grabbing his sword arm and spinning behind him to get him in an arm hold, disarmed him. She then kicked the back of his knees, causing him to kneel down, and held his own sword up to his throat.
"O-kay," said Trunks, gulping. "I think you’ve got me."
"Oh, I know I’ve got you," said Pan, pressing up behind him. "Know what should I do with you?" she asked in an amused deep voice.
They heard loud crunching noises and turned to see Goten snacking on some crackers, Marron sipping green tea, and Base leaning against one of the support pillars watching them.
"Don’t stop, Pan, I want to know what you’re going to do with him," said Goten.
"I didn’t know you like to force him into submission," said Marron. "You’re such a dominatrix, Pan."
Both turned a lovely shade of red.
"It’s not like that!" shouted Pan, waving a fist at him. Trunks gulped looking down at the blade quivering at his throat.
"Pan…" he squeaked in a small voice.
"We were just sparring!"
Trunks began to tap her arm trying to get her attention, but she ignored him.
"Sure you were," smiled Marron.
"We were!" shouted Pan.
"P-Pan," Trunks said in a really nervous voice as the blades slipped closer to his throat. "Honey… I think you should-"
"Shut up!" Pan shouted down at him. "I’m talking!"
Trunks shut his mouth, but began to sweat heavily.
"Look, just because I won doesn’t mean I’m going to do something kinky to him!"
"So you were think of something kinky," said Marron.
"What, where did you get that?!"
"You’re the one that said it, not me," grinned Marron.
"What?! You were the one thinking it, not me!"
"And how do you know what I was thinking?" asked Marron.
"Why you-!"
All the blood drained out of Trunks’ face as he held his breath so as not to get cut as the blade moved even closer.
Marron laughed. "Come on, Pan, I know you too well."
"What’s that suppose to mean?!"
"You two, this is just silly," said Base. "We should be training."
"You stay out of this!" barked both girls. Base backed away from them.
"You know, Trunks doesn’t look so good," said Goten, wiping the crumbs off his mouth.
"Huh? Ah!" said Pan, pulling the sword away from his throat.
Trunks dropped on his face and panting for breath. "Thought I…was going to… die."
Marron shook her head. "What were you two doing sparring in the first place? We’re going to a kata tournament, not a fighting one."
"We were practicing kata," panted Trunks. "We just thought we’d have a quick spar for fun."
"Fun, ne?" said Marron, going over and picking up one half of the broken bow. "I think you overdid it a little. I hope you don’t go through too many of these, Pan. I should make you get your own if you’re going to destroy them."
"Hey, I won, didn’t I?!" protested Pan.
Marron sighed. "Never mind. Let’s just get some more practice in today."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Out in space two figures floated.
"I can’t believe you dragged me out here," said Juuhachi, her voice buzzing slightly with static.
"Oh, calm down, there’s lots of neat stuff up here," replied Bulma’s voice. The blue haired earthling jumped from one piece of the busted up ship to another. She found a computer terminal, and to her delight it was still functioning. "All right," said Bulma, cracking her neck. "Let’s see what we can find." she began tapping at the keyboard and frowned. "Damn it, I don’t understand this writing at all!" she said. Indeed, the letters and numbers were all foreign to her. "I wonder if there’s a way I can get this home to look at it." She said, peering around the hunk of metal and wires.
Juuhachi floated over to her and looked it over. "Think it will fit in the cargo bay of the ship?"
"Maybe," said Bulma. "The problem is getting it there-ah!" said Bulma, as the blond android grabbed hold of the broken section of ship and started pushing it toward their Capsule Corp. ship. "I knew you’d be helpful," smiled Bulma, giving a quick burst from her jetpack to catch up to the android.
"Great, I get to be a pack mule," grumbled the blond. Juuhachi stopped and snapped her head to the side.
"What?" asked Bulma.
"I thought I saw something," said Juuhachi, scanning around.
"Eh?" said Bulma. "I don’t see anything in all this junk."
Juuhachi frowned. "Never mind, must have been a drifting piece of wreckage," she said, resuming pulling the hunks of metal towards the ship. They reached it and Bulma went to see if the section would fit and if their ship could handle the extra weight when reentering the atmosphere. "No good," said Bulma. "It’ll hold it, but the door’s not big enough to fit it through."
Juuhachi sighed, looked at the hunk of ship, took aim, and fired at a section of it.
"What are you doing?!" shouted Bulma in panic. "You’ll break it!"
"It’s already broken," said the android, blasting off another section. "There," she said, "now it will fit."
Bulma slapped a hand over the glass of her helmet. "I hope you didn’t blast off anything important."
"I’m pretty sure I didn’t," said Juuhachi. "From what I know of machines, that part wasn’t connected to the components of the computer." The blonde chucked the section into the ship far less gentle then Bulma would have liked.
"Juu, please! This stuff is delicate!"
"It survived a blast from your daughter, I don’t think me kicking it around will make it much worst."
Bulma peered into the load of stuff they’d collected. "I think we’ve got a full load now. Let’s head back, I can’t wait to take a look at his stuff," she said, her excitement very evident.
"Does Vegeta, know we’re up here?" asked the android, floating over to the air hatch.
Bulma grinned. "What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him."
"Thought so," said Juuhachi. She turned around and looked at the vastness of space. "It’s so quiet out here," she said softly.
"Did you say something, Juu…?" asked Bulma, activating the magnets on her suit to stand on the ship.
"No, nothing," said the blonde.
"Okay, first we need to close the cargo doors," she said, typing in the command to a computer terminal inside the hatch. "Then we need to close this door," said Bulma as the hatch to the air locket they were in closed. "Last we pump in some 02 and pressurize." Juuhachi and Bulma both felt their weight return to them and they were truly standing once again.
"Ah!" said Bulma, yanking off her helmet. "I hate these things, they always mess up my hair."
"Poor thing," mocked Juuhachi, also taking her helmet off then fumbling with the zippers and ties of her suit. "I wish you’d make something less bulky and more comfortable," she said, throwing the suit in the middle of the room. Under she wore a tight jumpsuit cover in the Capsule Corps logos. It was a black, white, and purple. The android unzipped the front for more comfort, showing an ample amount of cleavage.
"Well, we’ll see, maybe these aliens know how to manufacture a slimmer space suit." She pulled off her own suit and put it in its compartment, picking up the android’s as well and stuffing it in after; she also wore a CC jumpsuit. "Juu, you go ahead and start up the engines and chart a course home. I’m going to take a look at some of the stuff we picked up."
"You sure that’s a good idea?" asked the android skeptically. "That was a battle ship, some of that stuff could be weapons. I really don’t want you blasting a hole in the ship when we’re entering the atmosphere or worse."
"Oh, I won’t do anything like that," said Bulma, waving her hand at Juuhachi. "I’ll be careful." She smiled as she went to the cargo bay.
Juuhachi sighed and headed to the controls. That Briefs girl sure loved her toys. The blond android sat down at the control chair and started programming the system. After finishing she leaned back to look at the earth. "Beautiful…" She frowned looking at the large blemishes that the attack on earth had left on the planet’s surfaces. Big ugly marks that looked like someone had burned holes in the green and blue planet. "Such eye sores," she said, then snorted. "I’ve been listening too much to Krillin and Marron, I’m starting to sound like them. What do I care about such things." She sighed and looked back at the planet. "Once I wouldn’t have cared, having done the same thing myself without a thought. Am I so different, after all?" She didn’t know if she liked the change or not-it could be used against her someday, caring too much. Her husband cared too much and he’d been killed three times! But then again, people that cared about him had also brought him back three times. It was all so confusing. You care about something, it turns around and bites you in the ass, then it some how makes up for it.
Juuhachi shook her head and entered the command to start the engines. She was getting too sentimental.
Bulma happily took apart some kind of strange box shaped machine. Suddenly the thing spit out a hot bowl of some kind of liquid, which spilled all over her and burnt her thighs.
"Hot!" screeched Bulma, jumping up and dancing around. She tugged on her jumpsuit and looked down at the machine. "What is this stuff?" she asked, kneeling down to get a better look. She sniffed; it smelt like soup or something. "Oh my! I’ll bet it’s some kind of food replicator, like in Star Trek! How neat!" she said, poking at it again to try and make it spit something else out. "Come on, work, you piece of junk!" barked Bulma.
She snapped her head to the side as a pile of stuff shifted and fell. "Juuhachi? Is that you?" asked Bulma, leaving her machine to walk over to the pile. She looked around, confused, not finding the blonde. "Hmm, must have just fallen on its own," said Bulma.
Behind another pile of nearby junk hid a creature with blood red eyes, a fin going from the top of its head down its back, webbed feet and hands, and light green skin. It peered at Bulma as she went back to her new toy. It was holding its side where purple liquid ran down, now that it was back in an environment with gravity. The creature breathed shakily and slumped down against the junk pile. It was very weak from barely surviving the explosion of its ship. Lucky for it, its species didn’t need to breathe oxygen. The creature closed its eyes. It needed a little rest, then it would find a way to contact Lucifer’s force and see if there was another ship that could pick him up on the way.
The creature breathed softly as it was soon out cold.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Vegeta landed softly on the grass outside Capsule Corps and looked around. Things had started to calm down a little, since it’d been a while since the first ship had appeared. Still, the security at CC was now so tight it was a pain in the ass to just get up to use the bathroom at night. Why did so many stupid humans wish for this kind of fame?! It drove him nuts! He’d been taking off to go to the most isolated places he could find on this over-populated dust ball-but unfortunately, that often meant he had no idea what his mate and brats were up to.
What the kids did was their business, but he liked to keep tabs on them, and Bulma was always getting herself in trouble. Just where was the woman anyway? He couldn’t feel her anywhere. Feh, she was probably out shopping or at a meeting.
He signed and headed towards the house, blasting an alarm robot that asked him to identify himself. The Saiya-jin raided the fridge and was almost finished with his makeshift meal when his sensitive hearing picked up a low hiss that sent his instincts reeling into action. The Saiya-jin jumped out of his chair, sending it crashing to the floor, and ran to the sliding glass door that lead out back. His head snapped up to search the sky, eyes narrowing as he spotted a small speck heading in his directions. He left the building to leap into the sky and watched as a ship slowly came into view. He relaxed only slightly as he spotted the CC logo on its side.
"Stupid woman," hissed Vegeta under his breath. "What the hell does she think she’s doing?" He watched the ship moved over to the launch pad set off by the giant building’s engineering section, and landed. With a frown he flew over to wait for his blue haired mate at the ship’s cargo exit.
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The finned alien was jarred awake as it felt the ship enter atmosphere. It held on tight, looking around for the blue haired creature that had been collecting scrap from the ship. She was seat belted into a chair bolted to the floor.
The ship shook violently and the creature held on tightly to the pile of junk he sat next to. This planet’s ship designs were primitive at best! After a while the ship stopped shaking and the alien could feel it level out. It sighed in relief as the ship set down and the blue haired woman unbuckled herself. It watched as she went to a hatch and opened it to be confronted by a not too happy-looking man with spiky hair. It didn’t take long for the two to start arguing.
"Now’s my chance," gurgled the creature in a watery voice. It pulled out a small handheld device adjusted the dial on it to work with the satellite waves that were being bounced out into space by the planet. The device beeped to life with much static.
"Come in, Head Quarters, respond, please respond. This is private Gimru, #999-232-009, respond." There was a lot of static, then a faint and static-ridden voice replied.
"This is Angel of Death, of Lucifer’s forces. Where are you, private?"
"Yes," hissed the creature with relief. "I’m on the blue planet, 225-963-007, only known survivor of the battle ship Red River, requesting a pick up team."
There was a long pause on the other end and a new excited male voice answered.
"Soldier, can you tell me where you are?"
"No, I’m still inside the ship that brought me here-"
"Never mind," said the man, cutting him off. "Have you seen any Saiya-jins?"
"Saiya-jins?" said the creature. "That’s the last thing I want right now!" he hissed into the device.
There was a low growl on the device. "Private, you have a new mission, which is to find and locate any Saiya-jins on that planet. You will report your findings, when we come with in shuttle distance in two days."
"But sir!" protested the alien. "I’m injured, I’m no match for a Saiya-jin, and I have no way of collecting the kind of info you request!" The creature froze as a shadow fell over it. Slowly it turned to see that spiky haired creature standing over him, behind it the blue-haired creature, looking shocked. The creature gasped as it spotted a long fury brown tail swaying behind the man, in a way a cat’s tail might before it got ready to pounce.
"Saiya-jin…" gasped the creature.
"What?" shouted the voice on the other end of the device.
The alien grabbed for its weapon tucked in its belt and drew it, only to have the Saiya-jin kick his hand, breaking the bones in it.
"Oh shit! Saiya-jin! It’s a fucking Saiya-jin!" hollered the creature, throwing the communication device at Vegeta.
Vegeta batted it away into a pile of junk and deliver a bone crushing kick to the creatures head, snapping its neck with a loud crack.
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"Private? Private Gimru?! Respond damn it!" shouted Doctor Mono, pounding a fist down on the communication console he’d been using.
"I think I can hear something doctor," said the crewman stationed at that unit. Both leaned forward to hear two voices speaking angrily.
The doctor smiled with delight. "Found you, I can’t want to get my hands on you, prince Vegeta. Get a lock on that communication device that’s where we’ll find our Saiya-jin."
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Vegeta cursed and looked down at the creature he’d just killed. He spun to glare at his mate. "Are you happy now, woman?! This is why you should forget about that junk! You’ll only bring more trouble on us!"
"Oh, come on, you killed him like he was nothing, Vegeta." She glared at him, "Which you shouldn’t have done! We could have gotten information out of him! But you killed him before we could ask anything!"
"Information! If you’d been the one to find him, he’d have killed you! Then what good would your information and junk be to you?!"
"Vegeta, we don’t even know what he was here for, he was screaming Saiya-jin at the top of his lungs! He could have been after you! What if another ship is out there and they’re trying to kill you?! Huh?! I need this junk to figure out what we’re up against!"
"You should haven’t gone up there alone!"
"She wasn’t alone," Juuhachi interjected, stepping out from the control room. She glanced at the dead alien. "I thought I saw something," she said, kicking the dead thing.
"You," growled Vegeta. He turned to Bulma, "I don’t trust her to protect you. Next time you take Trunks or me with you!"
Bulma was about to scream at him, but thought, then smiled. She plastered herself to his side in the next instant. "You were worried about me! How sweet!" she said, hugging him about the neck.
"I was not, you pain in the ass!" shouted Vegeta.
"Ohhhh! I know you better then that," said Bulma, rubbing her cheek against his.
"Ah! Get off of me!"
Juuhachi sighed-those two were odd. They fought like cats and dogs, got on each others’ nerves, then one would get an upper hand on the other and rub it in, which usually ended up with the winner getting his or her way. It looked like Vegeta had lost his round. No doubt Bulma was going to make him pay the price, which was usually to drag him some where to make out or get him to do tasks for her; Juuhachi was betting she wanted to make out, since she was now kissing the loudly protesting Saiya-jin. Looks like he’d been gone too long on another of his training trips. She should give them their privacy. "I’m going home, Bulma. Call me if you need any help."
"Oh okay!" Bulma waved, one arm still wrapped around her husband’s neck, his face cover with several lipstick smears. The next instant she’d jumped up into the Saiya-jin’s arms. "It’s been a lone time since we’ve had some time alone, why don’t you make it up to me?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Vixen," smirked Vegeta. He leaned down and kissed her. "Don’t you do that again. I’m serious, those aliens are bad news." He kissed her again, then with a growl, carried her out of the ship.
Bulma sighed and listened to his heartbeat. "I’ll be careful. I don’t want to be another helpless person for you to protect, Vegeta. If I can help it, I may do a fair share of the fighting from now on."
Vegeta smirked. "That’s why I like you. You like to fight back."
"Oh?" said Bulma. The next moment, she jumped out of his arms and was running away from him at full speed. "In that case you won’t take me without a fight!" she hollered over her shoulder.
Vegeta smirked and watched her go. He counted softly to himself. After giving her a three-minute head start, he started walking after her. "Here, little human," he called, tail swinging behind him. "Let’s see just how good of a fight you can put up."
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