Part Five
Crying Insanity
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Okay, this took me forever to update (only a year and nine months, come on!) and I don't know why, but I'm doing it now and I won't be doing that again, so, I hope you like the chapter that I'm finally getting out.
So, without further ado,
ENJOY!
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Chichi screamed as the bright light flared from Kakarotto's palm. "No!"
Kakarotto didn't look amused as he roughly shoved her away. "Listen, human," he sneered, "I will do as I please."
Chichi bit her lip, looking up at the Saiya-Jin warrior with her dark eyes shining with unshed tears. "But she was just a little girl," Chichi whispered. "You didn't have to kill her."
Kakarotto didn't reply, but the prince gave a snort of annoyance. "Listen, wench, you had best learn you place!"
Bulma glanced towards the upset woman and turned back to the Saiya-Jin prince. "She meant no disrespect, milord. She's just upset because the Aryans are supposed to be the master race and you just killed one. . ."
Vegita laughed at the blue haired woman's boldness. "I think it was the fact that Kakarotto killed a child," He pointed out coolly. "Now, I want you to take us to where we may acquire one of these houses."
"The west sector. We've never been there. If you want to get in, one of the Aryans has to take you. And we hardly rate getting noticed by one of them." Chichi offered him a small smile, though it was somewhat watery. Kakarotto smirked at her, the closest he would come to either smiling or apologizing, but it made the black haired woman's timid smile grow a bit wider.
"Are you going to take us there?" Vegita tapped his foot in annoyance.
"We can't." Bulma said simply.
"And why is that?" Vegita figured he would scream if he heard that excuse one more time.
"We don't know where it is." Bulma tilted her head in a confused manner. He should have figured that. The two women didn't really want to die so they would be cooperating with them until an opportune moment arose for their escape. Though that didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon.
Vegita growled and buried his face in his hands, ready to scream in frustration. This day couldn't get any worse, could it? He clenched his fists and Kakarotto gave a sudden smirk, "You might try to take out a few of these 'humans' for stress relief, my prince."
Vegita gave a feral grin, "I like that idea." Then, before anyone had time to move or protest, Vegita had taken out half a block. Kakarotto was right. It did relieve his stress. He stepped forward and grabbed one of the Aryans by the arm, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"Take us to the west sector." He commanded.
"Let me alone, sub-human. You have no control over me."
"I just took out half this block. Do you wish to join it?" Vegita snapped, eyes flashing dangerously. The man shook his head wildly, sandy blond hair flipping in the breeze. His blue eyes were almost the size of dinner plates and it made Vegita rather annoyed as this human from the "master race" groveled at him.
"I'll--I'll show you!" The man gulped. Bulma and Chichi glanced at one another and meekly reappeared from their vantage point behind Kakarotto.
"You!" The man snapped, trying to attack the two, "Why aren't you two working?"
"They are," Vegita shook him lightly, annoyed with the man's useless chatter. "They work for me now." The annoyed Saiya-Jin dropped the man and gestured for him to lead the way. The man scrambled down the street, headed towards several, larger buildings in the distance.
"If you go into that section and take a left at the first street, you get to left sector," The man panted. "The house buying office is in the center."
"Thank you," Vegita smirked, before raising a hand and disintegrating the man instantly from a ki blast. "That will be all."
"The SS lives there," Chichi whispered to Kakarotto, despite her panting. "They're the guards to the Master, milord. He's the one that rules over us." She gestured to the larger buildings they were heading towards.
The two girls hurried as fast as they could, but the Saiya-Jins were still stronger, faster, and little by little, the girls began to fall behind. They were afraid of the consequences of not keeping up so they did not dare call out as the two Saiya-Jins for help of to slow their fast pace.
Kakarotto was the first to notice them missing and turned around, sighing in frustration. "They can't keep up, Vegita-ouji."
Vegita turned to see the two lagging nearly a half block behind, and slowing, hands on their knees. "That's not my problem, is it, Kakarotto?" He asked, but turned back to get them anyway.
The two Saiya-Jin warriors lifted the women up with ease and resumed their mad dash down the street. "Thank you milord," Bulma managed to pant once she got some semblance of her breath back.
Vegita rolled his eyes at her reverent tone and Bulma, fully regaining her breath, gestured to the huge castle at the top of the hill. "That's one of the Master's houses. His summer house, I think. He lives in the south over the winter, where there is no snow."
"Snow, eh?" Vegita gave a short smirk. It would be snowing soon enough, he thought, but with ash rather than water. Kakarotto caught his dark look and smirked, having a fair guess at what his prince was thinking. The taller Saiya-Jin could hardly help the fact he was bored. He was just hoping that soon they could over throw Freeza and take over the universe. Vegita would be a much better ruler than that stupid lizard.
The two slipped into a building that proudly proclaimed itself a real estate office and Vegita slammed a hand onto the table. "I demand service." He hissed.
"We don't cater to Sub-Humans," The man behind the desk sneered. "We're only for the upper class Aryans."
"That's nice," Vegita obviously didn't care. "But if you want to live, you WILL serve the Prince of the Saiya-Jins."
"What are you going to do?" The man snickered. "Report me to your commanding officer?"
"Actually, I was going to turn you into dinner," Vegita smirked. "I'm feeling. . . peckish."
"That's cannibalism!" The man looked horrified.
"They really are stupid," Kakarotto looked somewhat affronted. "Don't you know that cannibalism is eating your own species? If we're sub-humans, which we aren't, by the way, then we wouldn't be eating our own species. And since we're not even from this planet and I'm certainly not going to eat my prince, there is no way I'm going to be a cannibal."
A scowl crossed the man's features. "Do you dare think I'm wrong?"
"I just said that," Kakarotto pointed out. "There was no 'think' to it. I know you're wrong. Otherwise, I wouldn't have said anything."
The man mouthed like a landed fish for several moments, then turned his back to them. "Get out of my shop. This is a respectable establishment, unlike where the likes of you come from."
Vegita snarled something, holding out a hand. "No one insults me and lives. Have a nice afterlife." There was no time for the man to scream, no time for anything to happen, just one moment he was there, the next he was gone.
"That was beautiful, my prince," Kakarotto applauded. "Absolutely perfect."
"I'd say that rated a ten," Bulma grinned shyly.
"A ten?" Kakarotto and Vegita blinked, confused.
"The Aryans have these competitions against each other, and in order to see how well they did, judges give them numbers, and when they add them, they get ranks. Ten is perfect, one is really really bad. And zero is like. . . you just didn't show up," Bulma explained. "It makes it really easy for us to tell who's best and who's worst."
"I see," Kakarotto nodded sagely. "More human weirdness."
"Of course. We're just so strange. How do you do it?" Chichi grinned. The Saiya-Jins were more than a little shocked. The two woman had said more in jest that day than they had ever said any other time.
"I still want a bloody house," Vegita reminded them coolly.
Bulma flipped the book open. "That's easy enough. There are four empty houses in the eastern sector, and two for-sale-but-not-empty-yet houses in the north. Here are pictures and floor plans of both houses."
Vegita tapped one of the empty houses in the east sector, nodding. It was stone on the outside, and Absolutely huge. "You will move in to here, with us. We will need servants to keep the house properly clean."
"But--milord--my father--!" Bulma looked stricken.
"Don't be stupid. I need maintenance. He will be coming as well. Mark it as mine and let's go." Vegita had gained no more patience, though his stress was considerably lower. Killing was good for the soul, he reflected.
"All done," Bulma said.
"Good."
Vegita and Kakarotto picked them up, taking off, and going towards the girls' home. They would retrieve her father, and then go to the new house. Vegita couldn't wait to get out of that dump, and that was using the term loosely. The two Saiya-Jins were mere blurs to any humans that were watching the sky, and Vegita ended up taking out a house where he thought the human may have lived--he was wrong, but he didn't really care. An Aryan lived there and they all irritated him.
"Father!" Bulma called, rushing into the small apartment.
"Get up old man, we're leaving this dump." Vegita walked smoothly into the man's room.
"He's gone," Bulma gasped. "Vegita, the Aryans took my father! And that means they're going to kill him!"
"Of course they won't, onna," Vegita soothed as best he could. "I'll go fetch him. Kakarotto, take these two to the house and I shall collect the onna's father."
"All right, Vegita," Kakarotto shrugged. "Just be sure to save some for me, eh?"
"Right, right," Vegita was gone before they could blink.
They hadn't gotten very far with the human before Vegita found him, in the back of a truck headed towards the city gates. He stopped the truck by blowing out the tires after he had grabbed the human out of the back. "How dare you take something that I wanted to keep here," Vegita snapped, more than a little annoyed. "I had to go looking for him, and listen to that woman whine."
The Aryan glared at him, and pulled out his gun. "Back off, sub-human," He growled. Vegita rolled his eyes and put the human on the ground and stepped in front of him. From what Bulma had said, those bullets would kill a human. The Aryan fired.
Vegita gave a grunt of annoyance, and caught half the bullets, allowing the other half to hit him. It wasn't like it hurt, after all. He sighed, sending the bullets he caught back towards the Aryan, killing him immediately. "Stupid, pathetic human," Vegita grumbled, then blew the rest of the truck and everyone in it sky high as well.
He flung Bulma's father over his shoulder and headed towards the house they were now living in. It beat that dump the woman had lived in, after all. He still wasn't fond of it. Of course, the technology might have also been getting on his nerves. The planet was very behind in technology. No holo-vision, they had television--the stupid flat version of the holo-vision--and it only had three channels, and a cheap radio that wasn't worth the sound it produced. This whole planet was beginning to bother him. Maybe they wouldn't stay for six months.
"You got him! Oh thank you, Vegita!" Bulma came running from the house, and threw her arms around the irrate Saiya-Jin prince. "No one has ever done anything so nice."
Vegita grunted, ignoring the hug and took the man into the house and dumped him on one of the beds, then looked around. The house was nice enough, there was no doubt about that. The entrance hall was two stories and bright. The house had no less than ten bed rooms, seven baths, and enough room for an army. At least, that's what Bulma thought.
"Are you two hungry? We get a lot of food here!" Chichi smiled and gestured to the large kitchen. "And there's a large library upstairs if you'd like to look. Apparently, the people that lived here last died, so the house was going to be sold with all their things. We just happened to get it."
"The food is really good, my prince," Kakarotto said, chewing on what seemed to be a watermelon. "And fresh. We shouldn't have to hunt but every other day, and we can send these humans to buy us more, since we now live here."
"Good. Where's the kitchen?" Vegita wandered down the hall, licking his lips. Meat may have been the main part of a Saiya-Jins diet, but that didn't mean they didn't need other types of food as well. And Vegita wasn't going to pass up a chance for good food, especially not on this planet where he had actually had to forage for stuff.
Chichi lead the Saiya-Jin prince to the kitchen as
Bulma went to check on her father. Kakarotto was left standing in the
main hall, scratching his head. Where did every one go?" He wondered
aloud, then turned to leave. He might not be able to find them, but that
didn't mean he couldn't wreak havoc on this world instead. He wouldn't
kill them all, but he could play for a little while. He called this
back to Vegita who grunted out his permission, and then the other
Saiya-Jin walked out, excitedly rubbing his hands together. Nothing
like human hunting when bored!
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(Author's Note) Well, I'm terribly sorry this took so bloody long, that was hardly my intention and I'm really really sorry. I really like this story too, so I really don't understand why I didn't do this sooner. Well, it's done now, hope you like, and review, please!