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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 5

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 5

The next day I awake with a headache brought on by the change in my schedule and the plain Hell I�ve been put through the last week. By the silence, I can tell that not everyone is awake. Knowing my son and Goten, they�ll sleep in for as long as possible.

I stumble into the kitchen, my only goal a good cup of coffee. I�m surprised when it�s stuck in my hand before I�m halfway across the room and blink down at it and then up at the person who gave it to me. Marron smiles, a bit unsure of her welcome in my presence. I merely grunt at her and take the cup to the table, sipping as I sit and wait for the caffeine to kick in.

I�m through half my drink when one of the two people I don�t want to see walks into the kitchen fully dressed and ready for training. She�s wearing that orange and blue combination that makes me sick. She glances at me, clad only in boxers, and looks away, a light tinge to her cheeks. That�s right. I have to get her back for that, don�t I?

The two women converse over the stove where Marron cooks breakfast, glancing at me occasionally out of the corner of their eyes. I finally huff and stand, almost upsetting my chair. Both women look over at me with surprised glances and I snort. �I�ll just let you two talk about me behind my back.�

Marron has the decency to blush while Gorika merely lowers her brows in disapproval and looks back at whatever is cooking. It smells marvelous. I think it�s omelets.

Realizing I�m just standing there sniffing the air for food I haven�t tasted in twenty-some years and know will be good, I snort, this time at myself, and exit the kitchen. I�m mildly surprised to see Goten and Trunks sitting on the couch in the living room, conversing about some program on that box they call a television. Waste of time if you ask me. They could�ve been training.

Both boys�men look up as I sit in the chair just to the left of them. Trunks clears his throat uncomfortably. I�m not looking at either of them simply because I know it will make them uncomfortable. �If we�d known you were up, we would�ve warned you not to go into the kitchen until breakfast was done. They like to�chat.�

Goten ignores the glare I send their way, instead leaning forward to try and peer into my coffee cup. �Hey! How�d you get coffee?�

I shrug, bringing the cup up and draining the last of it before speaking. �Your mate gave it to me when I walked in. She must have some womanly sixth sense. She popped it in my hands before I was even over the pot.�

Goten scratches the side of his head with a hand. �She�s my wife, not�mate.� He frowns then and rises to stalk to the kitchen. �And that was my coffee! For me! That�s why she gave it to you.�

I decide to not mention the fact that it is hard to confuse him and me, and that Trunks and he deliberately avoid the kitchen before the food is served. A fight this early in the morning is just the way to start the day.

Trunks watches his friend enter the kitchen and then listens for a moment as the sound of two raised voices reach us. I smirk as he turns and frowns at me. �Did you somehow do that on purpose?�

It is nice being known as the bad one. You get blamed for all sorts of things that are fun to take credit for. Once again, I shrug. Commentary isn�t my specialty until the second cup. I just answer the questions and start the chaos. That�s safe. Anything else and I get called Mr. Grumpy.

Trunks sighs and turns his attention back to the�TV. They have the weirdest names for things. Why can�t they be sensible and name things after food?

After a few moments, we hear the chimed voices of two women call out that sacred word that every Saiyan or demi-Saiyan on the planet will answer. �Breakfast!�

Although two of us are in the living room, three of us end up planting ourselves around the table, Kakarott having responded to the call so efficiently that he is dressed. The only thing he ever is good for is eating.

I sit for a moment with this�family, watching them dig into the food that has been set in front of us before abruptly standing; taking my plate with me; and walking back into the living room. I feel their eyes at my back and can�t help the sneer that curls my lips. They actually expected me to sit and eat with him, with her? Even my appetite has its limits.

A few minutes into my meal, Marron comes out and refills my plate. I�m surprised by the gesture, and the fact that she sits down on the couch. I�m seated on the chair I was in the last time, flipping idly through the channels with one hand as the other shovels food into my mouth. She says nothing and I pay her no mind.

Finally, I land on a channel with some guy kicking some other guy�s ass and give a satisfied sound as I continue eating. I sneer though with how slowly they twist and turn and how amateurish their moves are. I could�ve beaten both of them ten times over with a blindfold.

Marron continues to sit, glancing occasionally at me out of the corner of her eyes. Done with my meal, I finally tire of her quiet observance and glare at her. Mind you, I haven�t had that second cup of coffee.

�What?�

She merely shrugs, irking me with that�irking Eighteen-like manner. She�s managed to pick up habits since I�ve gone. I always did hate that blonde. Having an arm broken will do that to you, although it was more something else breaking than that.

�I was just wondering what you meant by us having a busy day today.�

I raise a brow. So, she had told them what I�d said. With the way they had all been waiting, I�d figured she just told them I�d found him and was bringing him back.

I nod, leaning back in the chair and lacing my hands over my content stomach. Well, content until it starts to rumble again. �We�re going to be doing some investigating.�

�Hey! I didn�t know the party was in here!� Goten earns himself a sour glance as he interrupts me, plopping down beside his�wife. Humans and their strange customs.

Marron snuggles up next to him. That�s definitely not an Eighteen trait. Goten returns the favor, smiling down at her blonde head pillowed on his shoulder. I feel sick.

He notices the look I�m giving him then and laughs lightly. �Geez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed!� I continue to glare at him as he smiles at me until he finally gets the point, shifting uncomfortably as he transfers his now hesitant grin to Marron. �Um, so what are you talking about? What investigating?�

I break through whatever answer she�s going to give him, making two startled pairs of eyes look up at me. �Have you been training? Or have you been lax on that as well as how to treat Princes?�

Goten colors; his head whipping back to ease a sigh of relief from slightly parted lips as my son enters. He thinks he�s off the hook, eh? I�ll just pin both of them then. Easier on me.

�Well, brat?� This is spoken to Trunks, but Goten looks over to make sure it�s not directed at him. �How much stronger than me do you think you are?� By the emphasis on that word, the question is entirely mocking.

Trunks� eyes widen slightly and his step falters. Just what I thought. They probably haven�t improved all that much. I think I was the only serious training the boy got. If he and Goten are reluctant to answer�.

I shrug, prepared to issue my challenge, when an unexpected voice answers. �I can take you.�

Both my brows raise and I can�t help the amused sneer on my face. She walks through the doorway, passing a still Trunks who looks like he is watching someone die. Well, he is; or at least will be.

�You can take me on?� I have to say, she�s the first female to ever issue a challenge; and while I despise her with all my being for who she is and what she�s done, Saiyans and fights heat the blood.

She manages to get that cocky stance and smirk I thought only I was good at. �Wanna place a bet?�

I frown slightly and her arrogance falters. �A bet? I have nothing you�d want.�

She picks back up her bravado, but her breath does come out harsher. She�s nervous I think. �Sure you do. You have experience.�

My eyebrows come back up. The only one I ever trained was Trunks, and that was reluctant at first. Slowly I think I became used to him. Must have with all I said to him during that fight with Buu. �You want training.�

It isn�t a question, but she still answers. �Yes.�

I stare at her and continue to stare. She tries to meet my gaze, but I�ve only met one who can, and he�s just too stupid to be affected by it. She looks away and the aforementioned man comes waltzing through the door, ignoring the obvious tension. �Hey, everyone! What�s up?�

He acts as if everyone hasn�t just seen him at the breakfast table. Idiot.

He notices our postures and expressions then, but shakes it off as always. �So, who�s up for a spar?�

Gorika meets my eyes then, as this is obviously a sign of some sort. I snort aloud, making Kakarott give me a weird glance before noticing where my eyes are. He looks at Gorika, then back to me. I�m secretly pleased at the clueless look on his face.

Goten nervously chuckles and replies to his father. I can�t see him, but his happiness is forced. �I sure would like to spar. Got all that energy to burn with that good food! Come on dad, Trunks. Let�s go!� He pauses for a second as those he addressed start and break contact with me and the girl. �Marron, why don�t you come�be referee.�

I doubt she�s ever done that before, or ever needed to, but Goten senses that he needs to clear the room and wants to do it quickly. He is Kakarott�s brat, right?

I barely register them leaving, as Gorika and I are still deadlocked in a stare. I smirk suddenly and stand, moving toward her. Her eyes narrow and her lips thin, shoulders squaring almost imperceptibly as I stand in front of her. �What�s the bet then?�

She seems to relax slightly, a victorious glimmer coming to her eyes. My smirk widens and she glances away. �I can pin you to a count of ten.�

I suck in a breath between my teeth. So, she�s�man enough to say she can�t beat me, but foolish enough to think she can pin me for that long. Ten seconds is a long time in a fight where the winner can be decided in two. �Five. Pin me for five seconds. Now, what do you have that I could possibly want?�

She looks startled that I�ve lowered the requirements, but why not at least give her a chance? I mean, I�m a fair man, right? She seems to search my eyes for a long time and I wonder what she could possibly be searching for. �Information.�

This time the sucking in of the teeth is not from surprise alone. I turn on my heel, going back to the empty coffee cup setting on the floor beside the chair I had occupied. I walk past her, not even looking, as I continue to the kitchen. I need that second cup.

As I pour still-hot coffee into the cup and savor the smell of its steam, I hear her walk up behind me. Outside, the power levels rise as they start their own fight. I want to join them. The rushing of power into my system would be a welcome distraction. �What information? You know nothing I want to know.�

She doesn�t say anything and I turn, staring at her as I take a drink of the coffee without cooling it. It burns my tongue and I hold it there before swallowing it. I�m starting to wish it were spiked.

�Yes, I do. Do you really want me to say it?�

I move around her, not really seeing her. Seeing her. I sit at the table and watch as she leans back into the counter, watching me. I�m silent, drinking the coffee, letting the caffeine take a hold of me. It�s the only thing I can say I�ve become addicted to�well, besides fighting. And who am I to hold back on a fight? What do I care about the prize? I�ll win, get whatever she�s willing to give me about her, and that�ll be it. Oh, I�ll have to teach her a lesson about groping people she doesn�t know too.

�Fine.� I set down the mug and stand, moving outside without another word.

She catches up with me as I stop and watch my son fight with Kakarott and his son. It�s a free-for-all and it looks pretty high-paced. However, I�m picking up flaws in even Kakarott�s form. �They�re rusty.�

She looks where I�m looking, obviously not seeing it and a bit offended. That�s right; she�s daddy�s little girl. �Are you going to fight me in your underwear?�

There�s a hint of amusement in her voice. If she�s trying to get back at me for insulting her father�s fighting form by embarrassing me, she�s failing. �Would you rather I was naked? I can do that. Done it before. You wouldn�t believe how distracted some people get.�

She blushes to the roots of her hair and seems a little pissed that I�m enjoying every minute of it. Obviously, she didn�t inherit the lack of modesty. �Where are we going?�

I�m feeling a bit nostalgic. �Know about the place Kakarott and I had our first fight?�

She nods, a considering look on her face. First fight with Kakarott, first fight with her. I think she gets the connection. She waves her hand in the air in a commanding manner. �Lead on then. Let�s get your humiliation over with.�

I can�t help the full laugh that erupts from me as I streak off. The fight I swoop past pauses as I break right into the middle of it, barely missing a ki blast aimed for Kakarott. I hear a curse behind me and imagine she really had to adjust her flight path to dodge it. It causes my laugh to continue as I lead the way.

<* �*�*>

My laughter�s died down to chuckles by the time we land on the cliff-inhabited place. She doesn�t seem to get the �died down� part and glares at me. I ignore her, looking around and soaking in the sight of brown dust and wind-swirled rocks and the sun that beats down unmercifully. I wonder idly if that particular indent in that cliff face is where Kakarott was plastered when I knocked him into it in my Oozaru form.

�Ah, now this brings back some fond memories. Kicking your father�s ass, crushing his legs, and generally putting him in the most intense pain he�s ever been in.�

She continues to glare, but it softens slightly. �You didn�t put him in the most intense pain he�s ever been in. You didn�t break him.�

Her voice is such as to lead me to believe that he has been broken. I don�t like the implications and sink down into a fighting stance, growling lowly. �Like you said, let�s get this over with.�

She nods, though I note her eyes trailing over my body. Maybe this will be the lesson�maybe it�ll just be fun. I smirk, barely waiting for her to adopt her own stance; one like his; before launching myself at her with a yell. The yell isn�t forced or faked. It�s all for her, because of her.

She flips herself over and to the side as I bury my leg up to my knee in the ground where she was. I didn�t even feel myself go to Super Saiyan two. Interesting.

I turn my head toward her slowly, deliberately. Her blue eyes are wide with shock and a little fear. I smirk, breathing in that tangy smell. Well, maybe caffeine and fighting aren�t my only addictions.

I pull my leg free at the same time as I push myself towards her, letting an insane cackle rush from my lips. I�m suddenly craving the taste of blood, the rush of power, the heady excitement as I stand over a still body. I can�t kill her, but I can cause her a lot of pain. And this is my release, my escape from the madness consuming my insides since she said those four words. I simply let it consume me.

Gorika is backpedaling from my assault, not able to stand before a Super Saiyan level two when she�s not even reached the first level. She seems to have realized what�s not in my eyes as I attack, catching the underside of her chin with a front snap.

I stop, standing as I watch her suddenly limp body go backwards in the air, head thrown back painfully. I see the droplets of blood spray from her mouth where she�s bitten her tongue. I want to catch them on my own tongue, but simply watch them leave a trail where her body flies as it slowly loses trajectory and makes a furrow in the ground.

I power down slightly and approach her. As I said, two seconds. I�m grinning like mad as I stand next to her feet, watching her groan and toss her head, body twitching as it tries to respond to her brain telling it to get up.

Finally, her head raises and she blinks at me, her tongue reaching out to lick at the blood forming at the corner of her mouth. Red�s a good color on her. �Give up?�

I know what those words produce in any Saiyan, demi or not. I keep grinning as she lets out a croaking �no� and shuffles herself to her elbows, trying to force her legs under her.

I let out a chuckle as she falls back. �If one hit did that, then you have no hope, girl. Save yourself the time in bed with bandages and just call it quits. No one but me will know.�

Obviously, the fact that I will be the one to know is more than her pride can handle. I make a slightly surprised sound as she rises fully, looking like she�s planning my murder in her mind. She has pride?

My gaze weighs where exactly she�s injured the most. I can just hit her there and end it. She watches me also, trying to discern what move I�ll make next. Just like him, always trying to second-guess.

She�s favoring her right leg. It must�ve twisted under her or got the brunt of her impact with the ground. Any hit there will send her to one knee, leaving her free to be hit wherever I wish. Weaknesses are such fun.

I stand down, hair and eyes turning their normal black, deciding a chat will be nice. Mind games are my favorite sport next to fighting. �Is this your full power?�

She looks a bit startled that I�m talking instead of fighting, but doesn�t let down her guard like some third-classes I know. She bites her lower lip and shakes her head.

I raise a brow, folding my arms across my chest. �Well? Let�s see it. You�re not going to pin me this way.�

She nods, still seeming hesitant, and I feel her power slowly build as she clenches her hands into fists and looks skyward.

I raise a brow. There�s not a sound from her. She doesn�t scream, doesn�t yell, her body doesn�t shake and I feel no tremors of power underneath my feet. I can�t help a chuckle as her power rises ever so slowly, as if she�s afraid to show me all of it.

�Come on, girl! If this is all the power you�ve got, you�re not worthy of training from me!� I chuckle as she looks at me, gaze steady and serious. Oh, she thinks to go for the �I�m deadly, fear me� look? If her power-up wasn�t so pitiful and I wasn�t so caught up in the insanity of battle as I�ve made it; that might work. Then again, since I�ve patented the look, I doubt it.

With no warning, she charges me, catching me off-guard, as she hasn�t even powered up enough to go Super Saiyan. My head moves out of the way of the reverse punch aimed for my face and my knee blocks the kick for my groin. I smile appreciatively at her dirty shot.

My right arm whips around her neck, coming around from the back and wrapping securely around. My other arm comes up around her stomach. I wrench the arm at her neck, flipping her over the arm at her stomach. She makes a high-pitched sound as she lands on the ground with her back. It sounds and looks quite painful. I jump forward, turning to face her, before charging right back in.

She has time to curse loudly and look at me wide-eyed before my knee is thrust into her gut. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and spittle flies out, along with the blood left over from earlier. I grin eerily as I purposefully grind my knee into her stomach, watching her wince and growl underneath me. Didn�t need to go after her knee after all. �Well, that was, once again, short; and I must say, quite pitiful. Now be a nice girl and give up. Unless you want to prolong the torture, in which case, I�ll be happy to oblige.�

She glares up at me before inclining her head back slightly and then whipping it forward to spit in my face.

It is a stupid move and very suicidal in my current state. She must know this now that she�s shrieking in agony and we�re in a very big crater. I must�ve blanked out because I don�t remember causing her to smoke as if she�s been burnt.

I stand up quickly, moving away from her and feeling suddenly very nervous. The last time I blacked out like that was when I was on that planet. Did I happen to mention that the planet isn�t there anymore?

She relaxes as soon as I�m up, breath heaving and hitching in her throat. I cross my arms in front of me as tight as I can get them. �That was stupid.�

She manages to raise her head and glance at me before levering herself up. I�m surprised she can stand, but she does it after two minutes. She sways on her feet and opens her mouth. �Ye�� She has to close it again and swallow a couple times when her voice cracks. �Yeah. It was. Ready?�

Both my eyes widen and I take a step back, scowling when I realize I did so. �The fight�s over. You can�t continue.� In fact, she should be unconscious if that�s her true power level. �Unless you�re holding back.�

She shakes her head; then has to catch herself as she almost falls over at the motion. �Fight me.�

I cock my head to one side. Why is this so familiar? �You�re being stupid again. I won�t fight someone who can�t fight back.�

She straightens fully and I feel her power rushing back into her body, faster this time, less hesitant. It seems to help her focus on my form not three feet from her. �I can. Fight me.�

I shrug. �Your deathbed. You just make sure you tell them that when I drag you back.� I walk toward her, planning on knocking her out and getting out of here. The fight�s over with as far as I�m concerned.

She moves suddenly, a blur on my left. I give a curse, eyes flying open, and jerk myself to the right.

Too late. Her arms encircle me and I suddenly find myself flung to the ground, my arms painfully stretched behind my back and slowly being inched to touch my neck. I grunt, blowing dirt from under my mouth and wrench myself around.

I have no idea how she did it, but she played me for a fool! She had been hiding her power, pretending to be beaten. I can feel her ki now, beating down on me, casting a yellow light everywhere. I can�t power-up myself, every time I try she wrenches my arms up, causing my whole body to jerk.

�One.�

I shriek wordlessly in rage and struggle all the more fiercely, hearing something pop in my left shoulder as she yanks it back.

�Two.�

Hissing through my teeth, I try rolling myself from side to side, hopefully to rock her underneath me. Somehow, she�s got both her feet braced on the edges of the crater I made. It keeps her balanced.

�Three.�

Again I scream; this time the words coming out in the form of curses and slanders on her and all her kin. I can feel her breath at my ear; feel her pressing down on me. I buck upwards, trying to use my half-naked body to my advantage. I feel the heat it causes, but she does not relax her hold. I hear the other shoulder pop and let out a grunt of pain.

�Four.�

My ace. I hate using it. Loathe it. But it will work. If she can fight dirty, then so can I.

�Vegeta, I love him.�

I am standing, screaming to the heavens, not even powered-up in the slightest. I can feel her behind me, thrown who knows how far away. Slowly, the power leaves me, the rage fades, the madness dims. I slowly lower my arms, feeling them thump against my hips as I slowly sink to sit on the ground. I stare at the ground for a long moment before the pains and aches start to register, slowly filling up the void in my gut.

I glare at my arms, useless because my shoulders have been popped out of their sockets. My head turns, transferring the glare back to Gorika, who is standing shakily six feet away from me and looking at me as if I�ll eat her alive. I�m not a cannibal.

�Well? Get over here and pop my arms back into place since you popped them out. This is damn inconvenient.�

She jumps, obviously not expecting those words out of my mouth. She starts toward me, hesitant and shy. I wonder if this is an act too. �A-are you okay?�

�Besides having my shoulders dislocated? Or are you including that in your survey?� I�m really irritable right now. The whole �underestimating my opponent� thing? That rankles me just a bit.

She walks around me and I follow her, my eyes stabbing into her own so that she�s practically wincing every step. Must�ve heard I don�t like to lose. Maybe the hesitancy wasn�t faked. I smirk suddenly and she leaps back from me, making a frightened sound like a shriek. That was fun.

�I won�t bite you. I beat you. That�s enough for now. Though you still haven�t gotten your lesson. Now grab my arm and push it back in. You only need do one.�

She moves forward again, not meeting my eyes and looking like a creature called a deer here. She grabs my arm at the wrist and I study her Super Saiyan form as she stalls for time before having to force my arm back into its place.

Her hair glows the same golden color, but her eyes; they are more teal like Trunks� than my green. She doesn�t have a tail. It�s funny I never noticed that before, but maybe I�m just used to demi�s not having them. Trunks hadn�t had one when he was born and Gohan�s was removed. I wonder which is the case for her.

I grunt lowly as she pops the arm back into place. She immediately scoots back as I swivel the arm around in its socket, working out any kinks. It�s going to be sore�.

With a second grunt I grab the other arm and snap it back up without any preamble. I can�t help but chuckle at her wince. �Squeamish now?�

She looks at me, notes the grin, and frowns. �You act like nothing happened.�

I raise a brow. �Want me to gloat? I can do that.� She doesn�t mean me winning the fight, but I can pretend. I stand to my full height; not quite as tall as hers, but I always managed to intimidate people nonetheless. �You�re hurt. Let�s go back. We need to get started.�

She looks down, as if just noticing her burnt and bloodied self, and powers down. I�m not quite as hurt, but then I�m just made of tougher stuff. Her head comes back up and she smiles ruefully at me. �Hee, I�m a mess.�

I look at her incredulously. Yes, she�s related to Kakarott, but that�s the first she�s ever acted like him and his brood. She looks at my expression and giggles. �Sorry. Every time after I go Super Saiyan I get��

��giddy?�

�Yeah.� She seems to find it amusing that I used such a word.

The Prince of the Saiyans, saying �giddy�? My face twists as I mentally agree with her. �Well, considering your parentage�.� I trail off as her giggles continue. �You�re pushing it. Unless you�d like to find out what I do to giggling girls, I�d suggest you stop.�

She doesn�t take me seriously, which I find as annoying as him not taking me seriously. She notes my frown and sobers some, though not enough. �What happened? How�d you do that? Even dad couldn�t break my hold. I really surprised him, won our first fight.� She beams at me.

I raise an eyebrow, suddenly nervous around this mini-version of a certain blonde-haired woman of Capsule Corporation. �You used a dirty trick. I used one.� At her blank look, I explained, emphasizing my words with a grim smirk. �I remembered.�

�Oh.� Her voice is small and I don�t like the look she�s giving me. �Sor��

�Spare me the sympathy. It means as much as his would.� I snort and look away, launching into the sky and not seeing if she follows. It�s bad enough I have to accept my �prize�, but to have her give it to me and pity me at the same time. I�d rather vomit for the rest of my life.

The others are all waiting for us, everyone but Goten; oblivious of more than Kakarott; surprise, surprise; staring at us with worried expressions. Kakarott�s look turns to one of serious anger as his daughter lands, stumbling a little as her feet touch the ground and that knee twists. He glares at me for a few moments, and I match his glare, imagining my hands around his throat again. If only I�d squeezed just a bit harder, used a bit more pressure.

�What did you do��

It is Gorika that interrupts him. �Come on, dad! I�m okay. I challenged him. I lost.�

I walk past them all and into the house with a stony glare on my face, the only good thing that I can salvage the fact that she is getting the tongue-lashing of her life from Kakarott and Trunks.

I smirk as I enter my room and tear off the tatters that are left of my boxers. Well, shower, food, discuss plans�. Then it will be time to see to this �big, bad thing�. What an appropriate euphemism; �thing�. I can describe a certain third-classed Saiyan by that too.

No, no thinking of the �thing� I can�t kill outside. Time to think of the �thing� I have to kill to get off this Kami-forsaken planet; and when had I started to use the Earthling�s deity as a simile anyway?

With a slight shake of my head, I once again enter the shower; though not the same one as in the past; and wash away grime and thoughts with as hot of a temperature as I can stand.

A/N: Well, that was�interesting. So, she�s�creepy. Okay, I can see that. I would be freaked out by her too if I was Vegeta. Sorry about the name thing. I tried to keep the Go-something with the underwear thing combined, but it didn�t work. Gorika is a Japanese word though�.

Next chapter�uh�. I haven�t written it yet, but I believe the bet is called by Gorika�. Hm, interesting. Also, some action from this dark thing.

HunBunBaby: Heehee. Cool name! Hm, good point. Though I don�t really go for ChiChi/Vegeta fics. I have yet to find one interesting enough�. However, thanks for mentioning the princess. She might just make an appearance or something�. Um, the most creative person on the planet is a tie by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I bow before their magnificence! Lol

Manawolf: Ah! I love your artwork! Especially the�oh, yeah, you�re reviewing my story eh? Well, I love your art! Lol I�ll love finding out what the dark thing is too�. *gg* Kakarott-kicking is my specialty.

Moonshine587: Thanks. Will do. Or at least, someone will�. You know, I reread that and like Trunks too�. He�s pretty cool. Marriage material�. Lol

Vegeta�s lover: Cute? Wow! Oh-kay. Cute. I would�ve said a sado-masochist, but whatever floats your boat. Cute�..

Skittlekicks: *huggles* AH! Where have you been? Are you gonna catch-up? Lol Good luck. Lol Yes, dragonball Goku is the cootest. However, I�ve disliked DBZ Goku from the beginning. When I first saw DBZ was as Vegeta died, then Goku and Frieza fought. Let�s just say I cheered Frieza on, not knowing Vegeta at the time, and when me and my friend role-played the thing I was Frieza and kicked her a**! Lol Course, I was about four years older than her too�. I hate Freud. Maybe Eric Fromm, but not Freud. Everyone thinks she�s creepy and evil�. O.o; Silly people! lol

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