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Who: Bulma Briefs [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notpanties ] and Vegeta[saiyanwarrior ].
Where: This, uh, takes place ALL OVER DISCEDO. Except, you know, not. (Auto Shop Remains, High School, and just outside of the high school.)
When: July 3rd.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing, blood, and Vegeta.
Summary: Bulma heads out to try and salvage parts from the auto shop. Through a turn of events involving someone being smacked with a gun, a chase is formed, and comes to an immediate hault. Cheesy humor goes here.
the log:
The scene was a little more than morbid; ashes covered the field, remnants of three vehicles burnt to crisps. Blueprints were ruined, projects were destroyed, and all of their effort was buried under a mass of ash and dirt. Bulma hadn't been to the auto shop--or what remained of it--for nearly a week, and as she stood in front of the wreckage, she grit her teeth and wondered why she even came in the first place. With everyone's chips going out of whack and her recent fight with Kaneda, she had absolutely no help when it came to clearing. In all truth, she didn't have to do any work at the moment, but she knew that she was close to going off the deep end. Bulma could barely keep herself sane as it was, and after that idiot with the bad hair yelled at her, she'd had the last straw.
Better to get away from everyone and do some work--even if it wasn't pretty.
She walked toward the wreckage, frowning, and kneeling down. It'd take a while to organize, but she had time.
Boredom had struck. Vegeta couldn't find a person worth talking to, so he stuck the ugly communicator in his pocket before leaving the dark alley that he had slept in the night before. He observed the hideous buildings with a scowl. Why was Bulma always such a pain in his ass? He found himself pondering this as he walked the abandoned streets. He could hear the roar of the roaming monsters, but paid no attention to it. A gust of wind grazed him, and the smell of smoke permeated his nostrils. He let out a grunt, following the scent. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to check it out. Perhaps because it seemed to be the only thing of interest around him. Soon, he was met with the location that provided the horrendous smell. Not knowing what to expect, he stepped into the building as quietly as he could. He really wasn't looking to fight any monstrous being right then, unless they were easy to be killed and eaten. His eyes adjusted to the light, looking at a pile of wreckage.
"I'm not going to bother and wonder how the hell something like this happened." He grumbled, leaning against an ashy wall.
Bulma shot up from a pile of soot, gasping at the voice of someone new. In an instant, she scowled, and went back to what she was doing. "What are you doing here?" She asked, standing and heading over to the broken cars. The roof had pretty much caved in, but the walls and the rest of the building still stood. Bulma pried a drawer open, grabbing a pair of gloves from it and shaking them until they were clean enough to wear. Slipping them on, she moved toward the hood of one of the cars, and held her breath as she tried to pop the hood open.
"Mmph!" It didn't budge. She sneered, then turned to Vegeta. "What?"
"Oh, am I not supposed to be here? Too bad." Vegeta retorted with a smirk. Sure, he hadn't really felt like dealing with her, but he always did get a kick out of pissing her off. And if he wasn't hunting down something to eat, he may as well provide himself with some entertainment. He didn't give her much of a chance to respond, letting out a cruel chuckle as he watched her struggle with the hood of the mostly mangled car. Swiftly, he moved towards her, giving the top of the hood a little punch before using his remaining strength to pop the hood. He smiled to himself.
At least he still had a good deal of his physical strength.
"Oh. Yeah. That makes you look macho." She rolled her eyes, lifting the hood and taking a peek at the damage. As it was, the entire topside of the car was crushed and burned, the inner workings--seats stained with blood that could have belonged to a monster or a human--were charred and torn apart. She wondered, momentarily, about whether she even wanted to see the engine.
"If you're going to stand here like a moron, then at least keep out of my way," said Bulma, lifting the top and wincing. They were lucky that these cars had no gas in them at all; the damage would have been so much worse if they were. Still, she figured she could at least salvage a few things. Inner piping and filters would work well for generators, and those were going to be needed to do anything else. Focusing on the car, Bulma made a point to ignore Vegeta as she dissected the inner workings with her eyes.
"Well, I wasn't about to watch you struggle like a weakling trying to get it open." He replied. He said nothing to her second retort, but still obliged, walking a few feet away. He knew he was of no use to her, nor did he really care to be. He snickered at the charred remains of the building - not so much because he cared, but because he could tell Bulma was pissed about it. He considered leaving, since she wasn't talking and providing fodder for his mood. As he was turning to the door, he spotting something gleaming from the corner of his eye. Instantly, Vegeta changed directions, walking towards whatever it was that hadn't been charred in the building. It had a familiar look, but was buried in a heap of ash and rubble, making it difficult to make out just what the item was.
He leaned down, throwing aside the rubble that blocked the mystery item. A grin of satisfaction appeared on his face as he pulled the item up, dusting off the ash with his already filthy white glove. He pressed the small button on top, and a familiar beeping noise came from the device. An arrow appeared on the display, but nothing else.
"Figures." He grumbled to himself, realizing that it couldn't work here. Nothing really worked around this place, anyway.
She paid him no mind. Guys like him craved for attention; or, that's what she assumed. She wasn't an expert on guys, but she figured that she'd lived around them long enough to know. Bulma continued her work, securing the hood up so that she could inspect things further. The pole that held it was rickety and bent, so she couldn't lean in too deeply. She wached him out of the corner of her eye, satisfied when she saw him leave. He obviously wasn't about to kill her, so she rolled her eyes and turned back to the engine.
Until, of course, the familiar beep sounded and she shot up, turning to him. "It's--It's my dragon radar!" she exclaimed, sounding much more excited than she wanted to. After a day like she'd had, any news of something important was good. Obviously, this was important.
"Give me that! Is it damaged?!" She ran toward him, reaching for the device. "I can't believe it survived the fire!"
Vegeta grinned an arrogant grin. After the annoyance she had provided him with earlier, he wasn't about to hand over the Dragon Radar. He was fully aware that she most likely needed it for something. He held a tight grip on it, back up a bit.
"Doing something nice for you wasn't good enough. But now I have something you want. Woman, you are ridiculous," He paused for a moment before sliding the small device in the empty pocket his armor held. Normally, it would hold a scouter, but he was without it. He didn't think he'd need it again once he began to read people's ki. Now, he was mentally kicking himself for that. "You want it back, you'll have to earn it."
He crossed his arms, carefully watching what Bulma did. She was going to be angry, and probably start screaming like a banshee, just as she always did when he irritated her. But this wasn't Earth. This wasn't the Capsule Corp building. This was about survival, and in order to survive, he was going to need the proper intel. Despite his dislike for her, he knew she was the only one he'd met so far that was smart enough to provide him with what he needed.
Bulma was a little surprised at herself for not expecting this kind of thing. She didn't know Vegeta at all, but it still shouldn't have been a surprise. Jerks were always jerks, no matter what they did to help you out. She frowned at that thought, but didn't dwell on it long enough to get sidetracked. "What's your problem?! It doesn't even work here, so you don't need it." Setting her hands onto her hips, she stood as tall as she could (which, actually, wasn't a height much shorter than Vegeta's) and forced herself not to reach for her gun. Powers or not, she didn't know what he was capable of, and that punch to the car was enough to convince her to plan her moves out.
"Earn it?! I'm not some kid you can boss around, jerk! Hand it over!" She looked him straight in the eyes, unwavering.
Vegeta leaned against the wall behind him, propping one foot up against the structure. His dark eyes stared into hers, the arrogant smirk still present on his face. "And what do I get out of it? At least when I get out of this place, I can use it. You haven't a use for it either, woman, so if you make it worth my while, it's all yours."
He had an air of confidence that he figured was undeniable. He watched the way she stood, laughing to himself as he realized she was really trying to fight with him. 'She's as ballsy as ever.' he thought to himself. However, her stern look didn't instill the slightest bit of fear. He wasn't going to back down. If he didn't back down to Freeza, there was no way he was going to view Bulma as any sort of threat.
"Just give it over!" she snapped, "I've got use for it too, freak! Or did you forget that the Dragon Balls exist where I come from, too? Did that get lost in that stupid monkey brain of yours?!" She'd had it with being calm and thoughtful. Chip or not, Bulma was angry, and she wasn't about to let some freak with a bad haircut take away the one material possession that she had left from home. Sure, Yamcha was there, but she'd barely gotten a chance to see him; something she vowed to change, especially since she found out that he was living next door to her. The support would be good, and he knew how to make her smile, even if it was by being unintentionally doofy.
But the radar was different. It was one of her first inventions, and one that she was incredibly proud of. It reminded her of where she came from, and the friends back home. Most importantly, though, it was hers, not Vegeta's, and Bulma was possessive.
"I could do a lot more with than than you ever could, anyway. I could make it useful here, where we need it most. Remember who built that thing? Did anyone ever mention? Oh, right, I built it. So give it to me."
"As if you couldn't just salvage the materials to build a new one! Don't try to play me for a fool!" Vegeta shot back without a second thought. He knew materials were somewhat scarce, but she was inventive. He didn't think of the sentimental value, because he didn't believe in sentiments. He narrowed his eyes, wiping the smirk off his face. "Don't be so thick. I just told you that you could have it back. Just give me what I want."
He paused once more, continuing to stare the younger counterpart of his hostess down. "You're not going to make it useful here. Don't spout off such lies. If you haven't done it by now, you never will. You don't have the resolve to change your precious Dragon Radar."
Her eyes went wide with a sort of anger that she hadn't experienced for some time. It had been a while since anyone had told her she was wrong and meant it, and while it wouldnt have hit so hard without her chip defecting inside of her neck, it still made her so angry that her cheeks heated up. She glared at him, grunting, before pointing to the wreckage. "You see that?! Buried under all of that crap are plans on how to re-wire the dragon radar to sense both body heat and evergy given off by the monsters here. The reason I didn't alter it as because we had no time. You know why? Because people needed electricity. People needed heat. People needed things to survive, and we worked to build those. But--you know, I'm getting ahead of myself. What the hell could you want out of me that's so important that you have to hold something of mine hostage? Huh?!"
Her hands were at the holsters of her guns, and she glared at him, "I don't know how you think you can assume so much about me, anyway. If you don't know me now, you sure don't know me well enough where you came from."
Once more, the smirk appeared on his face. He didn't waste time thinking of what to say, just spouting off his thoughts in frustration. "Electricity? Heat? All you humans are alike. So dependent on your technology. You can survive without such things. Survival isn't about comfort, it's about doing what you need to do so you can have your damned luxuries. Wasting time on those things is pointless! Why don't you do the things that need to be done so you're not looking of your damn shoulder for monsters constantly? How about that, Bulma? It's far more logical than having lights in some old abandoned building!"
Vegeta let out a growl before taking in a deep breath in attempt to keep himself somewhat calm. "I want information. Information that is needed to survive and get out of this shithole. You all can sit on be controlled by some lousy scientists, but you clearly all suck at getting out of here." His eyes followed her movements, and he laughed. "Guns? Really, woman are you that desperate. I've heard you silly stories of meeting Kakarot, didn't you shoot him? That got you nowhere with him, and I am far more resilient than that brat."
"Well, jackass, if you knew anything about this place, you'd know that we have individual teams to deal with those monsters, and to make this place safe to live in until we can get back home. But you don't, because you're too arrogant to sit down and think about why people are actually still alive here. The weaponry? Us and two people who keep inventory. The water? A whole seperate team. Making the buildings safe enough to live in? Clearing team. We're organized here, and I've learned not to take shit from people like you, because it slows us down." It felt weird to curse. How long had it been since she cursed?
"And anyway," she said, "Goku had enough room and power to run when I shot. You don't." Her moves weren't the smartest in her own blind rage, but either way, she knew her position--Vegeta was against a wall, and all she had to do was press he barrel of her gun to his chest. Weird monkey person or not, he could still get injured.
"Give it back," said Bulma, again, her hands forming into shaking fists.
"Oh, boo hoo, poor stranded people. Seems much more like you're settling down to live in this dump. What in the hell have you done to get out? Are you all that petrified of some twisted scientists that you can't just do something about it? Fools, all of you." He rolled his eyes, still not moving from his position. He looked her up and down, smirking at the rage he could see overtaking her entire body. She was making this too easy for him. "Kakarot is a fool. And you're a fool for thinking that's all there is to it. I've been training my entire life, the loss of my ki use will not effect me as greatly as you may think."
He paused, placing his hand straight out in front of him. "You're damned lucky that I can't use my ki energy. See this one motion? You'd be dead, blown up. And I don't plan on not having these abilities for long, so you're much better off complying. You tell me what I need, and you get back your blasted radar."
There were a thouand ways she could respond to him at that point. She could yell, she could try and make sense of it, and she could even continue to fight. Were she thinking straight, she may have mulled over those options. But, she wasn't. The only thing left to do, in her chip-influenced and troubled mind, was to retort in a way that Vegeta would understand; hit him.
How to go about it, though, took her a couple of seconds. She bluffed by opening her mouth to spout off new insults, but in that instant, she spun her gun from it's holster. Her hear was pounding, but she'd rarely moved so fast--with his height, and than god for the lack of it, she had a clear shot of his jaw. Turning her gun so that she held the barrel end, she moved to slam it into his jaw as forcibly as she could. With any luck, it would hit--and she could make her point.
Of course, what happened after was something she totally hadn't planned out. She was making it up as she went.
The move took Vegeta by surprise. He nearly expected her to reach for the gun, but the sudden crack against his jaw was something that seemed uncharacteristic for Bulma. Perhaps it was her anger, or maybe it was the environment. Either way, he was angry. He knew he was fortunate that Bulma didn't have the most upper body strength. His instant reaction was to power up his ki, but was quickly reminded that he didn't have access to such things.
"WOMAN! You are going to pay for that move! You are going to wish you've never been born! I shall pulverize you until you can't move, and then leave you for those freak dog monsters!" He snarled, cupping the spot that she had just hit.
Oh, thank god. He was monologuing. She gasped, before jamming her gun into it's holster and taking off into a run. She ran faster than she could even procress running; she knew that a move like that would not fly, despite not knowing this guy at all. He wasn't weak (he'd already proven that) and he wasn't the type to play, and she had to wonder what ever possessed her to do a thing like that. Still, it felt good, despite the twisting feeling inside of her gut and the looming presence of something hat totally felt like death. Then again, that was probably just the usual smell of Discedo, but she hadn't been outside in a while.
Turning the corner, Bulma ran for the high school. She knew it's hallways like the back of her hand, and she was pretty sure he'd get lost in them if she turned one too many corners. Feeling sick from her own panic, Bulma plowed through the front doors. "HEEELLLPPP!"
"Damn!" He cursed himself for not reacting immediately. He couldn't help it, she had caught him off guard. That was the first and last time he would make a mistake like that. "GET BACK HERE, YOU HARPY!" He bellowed, beginning to chase her. His legs weren't much longer than her's, but his stamina was much greater. Before arriving in Discedo, he had been training in 300times that of Earth's gravity. The reminder of the light gravity made him quicker and more agile as he followed her into this new, strange building.
"CALLING FOR HELP WON'T SAVE YOU THIS TIME! I SAVED YOU ONCE IN MY LIFETIME, AND NEVER AGAIN. YOU WILL PAY!"
No one was around. Of course not--the hour was insane and the only people in the high school were probably suffering from some horrible chip-induced hallucination. At least, she was assuming that; if she found out anyone was nearby, she'd probably have to hit them with a gun, too. She yelped, picking up her speed, until she turned another corner and froze.
Perfect. Bulma reached toward her next weapon of choice, turning around and holding her breath. There was no way she could outrun him, but she could, perhaps, outsmart him. She could trip him up and escape to safety, and hopefully he wouldn't follow. Hopefully.
Waiting for his arrival, she pulled a small pin from it's holder, and hoped to any higher power in existence that the fire extinguishers here still worked.
"She's foolish if she thinks she can escape me," He grumbled, keeping pace down the corridor. It was eerily silent, but he was able to track her movements that way. If he couldn't follow her based on her ki signature, he was just going to have to follow the sound. Tap tap, tap tap, pant He knew the sounds of someone running in fear. In fact, he relished it. Suddenly, silence once again. He continued in the direction he recalled hearing the steps go.
Breathing. He could hear her breathing. That meant she had to be close. He followed the steady sound. "Your stamina is pathetic, woman. You're done." The words rolled out of Vegeta's mouth like the growl of pitbull. Without hestitating, he turned the corner.
At that very moment, she pulled the trigger and held the hose of the fire extinguisher up toward him. A stream of extinguishing fuel shot out, and hit him in the face.
Or, it would have, if it existed. Instead, a low gas fuel sputtered out, and she looked up, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Crap."
She spun around--fire extinguisher in hand--and bolted down the hallway and toward the auditorium. She couldn't go there. There were injured and sick people there, and Vegeta would more than likely turn them upside-down to get at her. 'Think, Bulma, think..!' "Ah!" She bit her lip, hoping that her new idea would work. She had to slow him down, or else she'd never get to safe ground.
Bulma held the fire extinguisher firmly, heading for the front doors of the school. Just as she reached them, she spun around, and chucked the extinguisher down, directly for Vegeta's feet. She didn't stay to see whether something happened or not. She had to at least clear two streets before she reached home.
"Blasted bitch!" He called out in pain and anger. It wasn't her strength that did it, but that old fire extinguisher had a bit of weight to it. Under normal circumstances, he barely would have flinched at this. It hurt, though. It hurt! He knew he couldn't let her get away, especially not after such a cheap move. Vegeta winced as he forced himself to run at the same pace he had earlier. He could NOT let Bulma get away. Broken toes were far less important than making her pay for her insolence.
"Damn!" He yelled out, trying to mask the pain in his voice. He was close to losing sight of her. 'Well, if she does get away, I still have her stupid radar. NO! What the hell am I thinking?! If the harpy gets away, who knows when I'll see her again? She has information!' He forced himself back into the right train of thought, pushing through the mediocre pain in his feet. He had to catch up. He couldn't let the blue-haired bitch get away.
"Crap, crap, crap--!" She had no clue as to where she could run. Sure, she could've gone for her apartment, but that would make Vegeta aware of where she lived. No--she had to throw him off, then run home. But how? She was panting, her throat was incredibly dry, and she knew she was going to choke if she didn't rest soon. Her fists tightened, and she turned another corner, her feet screeching to a halt.
"This is not my day.." She mumbled, standing face-to-face with a large Sniffer Dog. It seemed to tower over her, snarling and grunting at her. She could feel it's noisome breath filtering against her skin and in the air around her, close enough to see it's own droplets of drool. "Oh, man--!" She pulled back, firing off one of her gun'sor it and hitting itsquare in the shoulder. But, much like her other persuer, the dog was persistent, and made a mad dash for her.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Vegeta had paused for just a moment; his stamina only lasted so long. The injury and lack of oxygen to his lungs began to catch up with him. He knew he couldn't stop long enough to regain his compusure, that would just leave him tired and thirsty. There was no time. He wasn't letting Bulma get away. Just as he began to move once more, he heard a blood curdling scream.
Bulma. He knew that voice anywhere, and there wasn't a doubt something had happened. He instantly picked up his speed, in an attempt to find her. She wasn't getting away. The sound of the screams got louder, and when he turned the corner, he saw one of the things he least expected. Bulma, practically cornered by the Sniffer Dog. It was the first of it's kind that Vegeta had seen, though it only took a few seconds for him to become adjust to the hideous creature.
"Not today, fuckwad." Vegeta growled at the monster. He jumped in front of Bulma, stumbling a bit from the pain in his toes. "She's my target, and if you want HER, you're gonna have to annihilate me first."
Well. Wasn't that heroic. Or, well, it would have been, if Vegeta wasn't totally focused on killing her afterwards. She almost felt bad for him, what with her smashing him in the face and toes with blunt objects, but hey: he'd earned it. At least, in her mind, he did. Despite hat, somthing kept her from running. He was injured, no doubt, and she wasn't quite sure that the residents of Discedo would appreciate another corpse on the street. Especially one as funny-looking as Vegeta.
"You, uh, know that they don't understand you, right?" She said, raising a brow. Her snide remarks would have to wait, though, as the dog leapt out toward the two of them, and she fell into a crouch, shooting at the dog from Vegeta's side. "I need to save ammo," she said. "Take it out once I get it on the ground!"
No, it didn't mke sense to her. It really, really didn't. But, she couldn't go wasting ammo on a dog when she'd need it against Vegeta later.
Vegeta let out another growl at the dog. He stared it down, and spoke gruffly to Bulma. "I didn't say to use your ammo, woman!, I'll take care of this!"
This was all the time it took for the beast to be on it's feet again. "I said, this one's mine!" Vegeta's voice boomed. The animal was vicious, but it still seemed to be gunning for Bulma more than himself. A sudden urge came over him, much like the one that had on Namek when Zarbon attacked. He lunged forward, punching with a fair amount of his strength. His fist connected with the dog's jaw, sending flying backwards. They were vicious, but didn't seem to carry that much weight. He smirked with satisfaction. He knew that it was far from over, but at the very least, if he could injure it enough, they could get away before more came. He began to seethe a bit, but what happened next, he couldn't have forseen.
The dog suddenly jumped forward, grabbing onto his leg. He buckled from the pain of his broken toes. "Fucking hell." This wasn't going as he'd planned.
"Oh! This one's mine!" Bulma imitated, scoffing and aiming again. The eyes were a central point for the dogs, as well as the bridges of their noses. Hit a tender pont in the head, and it'd be down long enough to kill. "Right. Well," she let out two shots, one hitting the animal dead-center, the other scraping it's ear as it howled.
She groaned. She was beat; tired, hungry, out of breath, and her previous enemy turned savior-of-the-moment wasn't doing so hot, either. When the animal reared it's head up once more, Bulma fired another shot, hitting it square in the forehead again. The creature reeled back, stumbling away from Vegeta and shaking it's head, before it crumbled to its feet--just as Bulma did the same. "Ugh."
"Damn." Vegeta grumbled. He could feel the pain shooting up and down his leg. Blood was leaking through the only clothing he had. Between this, and his toes, he was in bad shape. He had called it, Bulma will always get into trouble. He knew he was lucky she had been there - it was obvious he didn't know the weakspots of these hideous creatures. However, he was too proud to admit such a thing. He didn't need to deal with a gloating Bulma. Not after the night he was having.
"I thought you weren't going to waste your bullets? You fool, you should have ran. You're an idiot!" He snapped at her. He wasn't sure why he was protecting her. This wasn't his way. That made twice. Twice in the last three years that he had saved an Earthling. Well, the same Earthling, at least. He had saved Kuririn and Gohan, too. What kind of Saiyan was he becoming?
Were Bulma any less fatigued, she probably would've laughed right at him. Unfortunately, she was near the end of her rope. "Uh-huh. Okay." She groaned, pushing herself to sit up until she slid her gun back into it's holster. As far as she knew, she was down to a few single bullets, and they couldnt be wasted again. "We need to get to the clinic, buddy," she said, looking at him. He'd really had a number done on himself, and she almost felt bad for having a part in that, but then she remembered everythng hed said and shrugged. Nah. She didn't feel too bad at all.
The chimera bite, though, she kind of felt sorry for. She should have shot it down faster, at the very least. Wincing, she pulled herself to stand, her legs wobbling. "Can you stand?" Dumb question, really, but she wasn't keen on touching him if she didn't have to. This was, after all, the guy who was chasing her down only five minutes before.
"Yes." He snapped back. He wasn't going to back down that easily. He still had his pride, he was a Saiyan, after all. There was no way he would accept help from Bulma for something so remedial. It was bad enough she had saved his ass. Vegeta felt as if he was disgracing his race. At least Freeza wasn't around to see it. He was nothing without his ki abilities. This had to change. He was going to heal stronger, and he was going to become just as fast as he was without that damn chip. Unless he found it. If he could get rid of it, this problem would be solved. It was decided, right then on the spot. He was going to find out where the chip was, and destroy it.
He struggled to stand up. His arms had a few scratched, but nothing major. He focused the majority of the weight to his left leg, which came out relatively unscathed. "Go to your precious little electric home. I don't need your help." He snarled. He was frustrated. He lost. He lost, and she knew it. And now he was paying the price.
She raised a brow at him, but was too tired to mull over his thought process. She forgot about her ego the minute she started running from him. After all, this wasn't competition; it was survival. "Whatever," she said, looking at his leg, "But without any weird powers, that--" she grunted, her stance wavering, "--that's not gonna heal on it's own for a while. Wrap it up and find someplace to rest or the next few days."
She turned, stumbling a bit, before heading off without another word. She wasn't about to test her luck around him, but she did peek back a few times, her eyelids heavy from being completely worn out. Holding her head, Bulma moved back down Latimir, sighing. If Kamina was making any kind of noise when she got home, she was going to hit him with a chair.
He grunted, walking in the opposite direction of Bulma. Once she was out of sight, he sat on the nearest piece of solid ground he could. He was too injured to go far, let alone properly care for his wounds. What he would do to get a senzu bean right then. It didn't help that he was starving. He would have eaten the dog, had he killed it. Survival meant there were no luxuries. But all he could to was lay, wait, and hope that the dogs wouldn't show up again tonight. He'd move at dawn.
At least he had the Dragon Radar.
notpanties ] and Vegeta[saiyanwarrior ].Where: This, uh, takes place ALL OVER DISCEDO. Except, you know, not. (Auto Shop Remains, High School, and just outside of the high school.)
When: July 3rd.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing, blood, and Vegeta.
Summary: Bulma heads out to try and salvage parts from the auto shop. Through a turn of events involving someone being smacked with a gun, a chase is formed, and comes to an immediate hault. Cheesy humor goes here.
the log:
The scene was a little more than morbid; ashes covered the field, remnants of three vehicles burnt to crisps. Blueprints were ruined, projects were destroyed, and all of their effort was buried under a mass of ash and dirt. Bulma hadn't been to the auto shop--or what remained of it--for nearly a week, and as she stood in front of the wreckage, she grit her teeth and wondered why she even came in the first place. With everyone's chips going out of whack and her recent fight with Kaneda, she had absolutely no help when it came to clearing. In all truth, she didn't have to do any work at the moment, but she knew that she was close to going off the deep end. Bulma could barely keep herself sane as it was, and after that idiot with the bad hair yelled at her, she'd had the last straw.
Better to get away from everyone and do some work--even if it wasn't pretty.
She walked toward the wreckage, frowning, and kneeling down. It'd take a while to organize, but she had time.
Boredom had struck. Vegeta couldn't find a person worth talking to, so he stuck the ugly communicator in his pocket before leaving the dark alley that he had slept in the night before. He observed the hideous buildings with a scowl. Why was Bulma always such a pain in his ass? He found himself pondering this as he walked the abandoned streets. He could hear the roar of the roaming monsters, but paid no attention to it. A gust of wind grazed him, and the smell of smoke permeated his nostrils. He let out a grunt, following the scent. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to check it out. Perhaps because it seemed to be the only thing of interest around him. Soon, he was met with the location that provided the horrendous smell. Not knowing what to expect, he stepped into the building as quietly as he could. He really wasn't looking to fight any monstrous being right then, unless they were easy to be killed and eaten. His eyes adjusted to the light, looking at a pile of wreckage.
"I'm not going to bother and wonder how the hell something like this happened." He grumbled, leaning against an ashy wall.
Bulma shot up from a pile of soot, gasping at the voice of someone new. In an instant, she scowled, and went back to what she was doing. "What are you doing here?" She asked, standing and heading over to the broken cars. The roof had pretty much caved in, but the walls and the rest of the building still stood. Bulma pried a drawer open, grabbing a pair of gloves from it and shaking them until they were clean enough to wear. Slipping them on, she moved toward the hood of one of the cars, and held her breath as she tried to pop the hood open.
"Mmph!" It didn't budge. She sneered, then turned to Vegeta. "What?"
"Oh, am I not supposed to be here? Too bad." Vegeta retorted with a smirk. Sure, he hadn't really felt like dealing with her, but he always did get a kick out of pissing her off. And if he wasn't hunting down something to eat, he may as well provide himself with some entertainment. He didn't give her much of a chance to respond, letting out a cruel chuckle as he watched her struggle with the hood of the mostly mangled car. Swiftly, he moved towards her, giving the top of the hood a little punch before using his remaining strength to pop the hood. He smiled to himself.
At least he still had a good deal of his physical strength.
"Oh. Yeah. That makes you look macho." She rolled her eyes, lifting the hood and taking a peek at the damage. As it was, the entire topside of the car was crushed and burned, the inner workings--seats stained with blood that could have belonged to a monster or a human--were charred and torn apart. She wondered, momentarily, about whether she even wanted to see the engine.
"If you're going to stand here like a moron, then at least keep out of my way," said Bulma, lifting the top and wincing. They were lucky that these cars had no gas in them at all; the damage would have been so much worse if they were. Still, she figured she could at least salvage a few things. Inner piping and filters would work well for generators, and those were going to be needed to do anything else. Focusing on the car, Bulma made a point to ignore Vegeta as she dissected the inner workings with her eyes.
"Well, I wasn't about to watch you struggle like a weakling trying to get it open." He replied. He said nothing to her second retort, but still obliged, walking a few feet away. He knew he was of no use to her, nor did he really care to be. He snickered at the charred remains of the building - not so much because he cared, but because he could tell Bulma was pissed about it. He considered leaving, since she wasn't talking and providing fodder for his mood. As he was turning to the door, he spotting something gleaming from the corner of his eye. Instantly, Vegeta changed directions, walking towards whatever it was that hadn't been charred in the building. It had a familiar look, but was buried in a heap of ash and rubble, making it difficult to make out just what the item was.
He leaned down, throwing aside the rubble that blocked the mystery item. A grin of satisfaction appeared on his face as he pulled the item up, dusting off the ash with his already filthy white glove. He pressed the small button on top, and a familiar beeping noise came from the device. An arrow appeared on the display, but nothing else.
"Figures." He grumbled to himself, realizing that it couldn't work here. Nothing really worked around this place, anyway.
She paid him no mind. Guys like him craved for attention; or, that's what she assumed. She wasn't an expert on guys, but she figured that she'd lived around them long enough to know. Bulma continued her work, securing the hood up so that she could inspect things further. The pole that held it was rickety and bent, so she couldn't lean in too deeply. She wached him out of the corner of her eye, satisfied when she saw him leave. He obviously wasn't about to kill her, so she rolled her eyes and turned back to the engine.
Until, of course, the familiar beep sounded and she shot up, turning to him. "It's--It's my dragon radar!" she exclaimed, sounding much more excited than she wanted to. After a day like she'd had, any news of something important was good. Obviously, this was important.
"Give me that! Is it damaged?!" She ran toward him, reaching for the device. "I can't believe it survived the fire!"
Vegeta grinned an arrogant grin. After the annoyance she had provided him with earlier, he wasn't about to hand over the Dragon Radar. He was fully aware that she most likely needed it for something. He held a tight grip on it, back up a bit.
"Doing something nice for you wasn't good enough. But now I have something you want. Woman, you are ridiculous," He paused for a moment before sliding the small device in the empty pocket his armor held. Normally, it would hold a scouter, but he was without it. He didn't think he'd need it again once he began to read people's ki. Now, he was mentally kicking himself for that. "You want it back, you'll have to earn it."
He crossed his arms, carefully watching what Bulma did. She was going to be angry, and probably start screaming like a banshee, just as she always did when he irritated her. But this wasn't Earth. This wasn't the Capsule Corp building. This was about survival, and in order to survive, he was going to need the proper intel. Despite his dislike for her, he knew she was the only one he'd met so far that was smart enough to provide him with what he needed.
Bulma was a little surprised at herself for not expecting this kind of thing. She didn't know Vegeta at all, but it still shouldn't have been a surprise. Jerks were always jerks, no matter what they did to help you out. She frowned at that thought, but didn't dwell on it long enough to get sidetracked. "What's your problem?! It doesn't even work here, so you don't need it." Setting her hands onto her hips, she stood as tall as she could (which, actually, wasn't a height much shorter than Vegeta's) and forced herself not to reach for her gun. Powers or not, she didn't know what he was capable of, and that punch to the car was enough to convince her to plan her moves out.
"Earn it?! I'm not some kid you can boss around, jerk! Hand it over!" She looked him straight in the eyes, unwavering.
Vegeta leaned against the wall behind him, propping one foot up against the structure. His dark eyes stared into hers, the arrogant smirk still present on his face. "And what do I get out of it? At least when I get out of this place, I can use it. You haven't a use for it either, woman, so if you make it worth my while, it's all yours."
He had an air of confidence that he figured was undeniable. He watched the way she stood, laughing to himself as he realized she was really trying to fight with him. 'She's as ballsy as ever.' he thought to himself. However, her stern look didn't instill the slightest bit of fear. He wasn't going to back down. If he didn't back down to Freeza, there was no way he was going to view Bulma as any sort of threat.
"Just give it over!" she snapped, "I've got use for it too, freak! Or did you forget that the Dragon Balls exist where I come from, too? Did that get lost in that stupid monkey brain of yours?!" She'd had it with being calm and thoughtful. Chip or not, Bulma was angry, and she wasn't about to let some freak with a bad haircut take away the one material possession that she had left from home. Sure, Yamcha was there, but she'd barely gotten a chance to see him; something she vowed to change, especially since she found out that he was living next door to her. The support would be good, and he knew how to make her smile, even if it was by being unintentionally doofy.
But the radar was different. It was one of her first inventions, and one that she was incredibly proud of. It reminded her of where she came from, and the friends back home. Most importantly, though, it was hers, not Vegeta's, and Bulma was possessive.
"I could do a lot more with than than you ever could, anyway. I could make it useful here, where we need it most. Remember who built that thing? Did anyone ever mention? Oh, right, I built it. So give it to me."
"As if you couldn't just salvage the materials to build a new one! Don't try to play me for a fool!" Vegeta shot back without a second thought. He knew materials were somewhat scarce, but she was inventive. He didn't think of the sentimental value, because he didn't believe in sentiments. He narrowed his eyes, wiping the smirk off his face. "Don't be so thick. I just told you that you could have it back. Just give me what I want."
He paused once more, continuing to stare the younger counterpart of his hostess down. "You're not going to make it useful here. Don't spout off such lies. If you haven't done it by now, you never will. You don't have the resolve to change your precious Dragon Radar."
Her eyes went wide with a sort of anger that she hadn't experienced for some time. It had been a while since anyone had told her she was wrong and meant it, and while it wouldnt have hit so hard without her chip defecting inside of her neck, it still made her so angry that her cheeks heated up. She glared at him, grunting, before pointing to the wreckage. "You see that?! Buried under all of that crap are plans on how to re-wire the dragon radar to sense both body heat and evergy given off by the monsters here. The reason I didn't alter it as because we had no time. You know why? Because people needed electricity. People needed heat. People needed things to survive, and we worked to build those. But--you know, I'm getting ahead of myself. What the hell could you want out of me that's so important that you have to hold something of mine hostage? Huh?!"
Her hands were at the holsters of her guns, and she glared at him, "I don't know how you think you can assume so much about me, anyway. If you don't know me now, you sure don't know me well enough where you came from."
Once more, the smirk appeared on his face. He didn't waste time thinking of what to say, just spouting off his thoughts in frustration. "Electricity? Heat? All you humans are alike. So dependent on your technology. You can survive without such things. Survival isn't about comfort, it's about doing what you need to do so you can have your damned luxuries. Wasting time on those things is pointless! Why don't you do the things that need to be done so you're not looking of your damn shoulder for monsters constantly? How about that, Bulma? It's far more logical than having lights in some old abandoned building!"
Vegeta let out a growl before taking in a deep breath in attempt to keep himself somewhat calm. "I want information. Information that is needed to survive and get out of this shithole. You all can sit on be controlled by some lousy scientists, but you clearly all suck at getting out of here." His eyes followed her movements, and he laughed. "Guns? Really, woman are you that desperate. I've heard you silly stories of meeting Kakarot, didn't you shoot him? That got you nowhere with him, and I am far more resilient than that brat."
"Well, jackass, if you knew anything about this place, you'd know that we have individual teams to deal with those monsters, and to make this place safe to live in until we can get back home. But you don't, because you're too arrogant to sit down and think about why people are actually still alive here. The weaponry? Us and two people who keep inventory. The water? A whole seperate team. Making the buildings safe enough to live in? Clearing team. We're organized here, and I've learned not to take shit from people like you, because it slows us down." It felt weird to curse. How long had it been since she cursed?
"And anyway," she said, "Goku had enough room and power to run when I shot. You don't." Her moves weren't the smartest in her own blind rage, but either way, she knew her position--Vegeta was against a wall, and all she had to do was press he barrel of her gun to his chest. Weird monkey person or not, he could still get injured.
"Give it back," said Bulma, again, her hands forming into shaking fists.
"Oh, boo hoo, poor stranded people. Seems much more like you're settling down to live in this dump. What in the hell have you done to get out? Are you all that petrified of some twisted scientists that you can't just do something about it? Fools, all of you." He rolled his eyes, still not moving from his position. He looked her up and down, smirking at the rage he could see overtaking her entire body. She was making this too easy for him. "Kakarot is a fool. And you're a fool for thinking that's all there is to it. I've been training my entire life, the loss of my ki use will not effect me as greatly as you may think."
He paused, placing his hand straight out in front of him. "You're damned lucky that I can't use my ki energy. See this one motion? You'd be dead, blown up. And I don't plan on not having these abilities for long, so you're much better off complying. You tell me what I need, and you get back your blasted radar."
There were a thouand ways she could respond to him at that point. She could yell, she could try and make sense of it, and she could even continue to fight. Were she thinking straight, she may have mulled over those options. But, she wasn't. The only thing left to do, in her chip-influenced and troubled mind, was to retort in a way that Vegeta would understand; hit him.
How to go about it, though, took her a couple of seconds. She bluffed by opening her mouth to spout off new insults, but in that instant, she spun her gun from it's holster. Her hear was pounding, but she'd rarely moved so fast--with his height, and than god for the lack of it, she had a clear shot of his jaw. Turning her gun so that she held the barrel end, she moved to slam it into his jaw as forcibly as she could. With any luck, it would hit--and she could make her point.
Of course, what happened after was something she totally hadn't planned out. She was making it up as she went.
The move took Vegeta by surprise. He nearly expected her to reach for the gun, but the sudden crack against his jaw was something that seemed uncharacteristic for Bulma. Perhaps it was her anger, or maybe it was the environment. Either way, he was angry. He knew he was fortunate that Bulma didn't have the most upper body strength. His instant reaction was to power up his ki, but was quickly reminded that he didn't have access to such things.
"WOMAN! You are going to pay for that move! You are going to wish you've never been born! I shall pulverize you until you can't move, and then leave you for those freak dog monsters!" He snarled, cupping the spot that she had just hit.
Oh, thank god. He was monologuing. She gasped, before jamming her gun into it's holster and taking off into a run. She ran faster than she could even procress running; she knew that a move like that would not fly, despite not knowing this guy at all. He wasn't weak (he'd already proven that) and he wasn't the type to play, and she had to wonder what ever possessed her to do a thing like that. Still, it felt good, despite the twisting feeling inside of her gut and the looming presence of something hat totally felt like death. Then again, that was probably just the usual smell of Discedo, but she hadn't been outside in a while.
Turning the corner, Bulma ran for the high school. She knew it's hallways like the back of her hand, and she was pretty sure he'd get lost in them if she turned one too many corners. Feeling sick from her own panic, Bulma plowed through the front doors. "HEEELLLPPP!"
"Damn!" He cursed himself for not reacting immediately. He couldn't help it, she had caught him off guard. That was the first and last time he would make a mistake like that. "GET BACK HERE, YOU HARPY!" He bellowed, beginning to chase her. His legs weren't much longer than her's, but his stamina was much greater. Before arriving in Discedo, he had been training in 300times that of Earth's gravity. The reminder of the light gravity made him quicker and more agile as he followed her into this new, strange building.
"CALLING FOR HELP WON'T SAVE YOU THIS TIME! I SAVED YOU ONCE IN MY LIFETIME, AND NEVER AGAIN. YOU WILL PAY!"
No one was around. Of course not--the hour was insane and the only people in the high school were probably suffering from some horrible chip-induced hallucination. At least, she was assuming that; if she found out anyone was nearby, she'd probably have to hit them with a gun, too. She yelped, picking up her speed, until she turned another corner and froze.
Perfect. Bulma reached toward her next weapon of choice, turning around and holding her breath. There was no way she could outrun him, but she could, perhaps, outsmart him. She could trip him up and escape to safety, and hopefully he wouldn't follow. Hopefully.
Waiting for his arrival, she pulled a small pin from it's holder, and hoped to any higher power in existence that the fire extinguishers here still worked.
"She's foolish if she thinks she can escape me," He grumbled, keeping pace down the corridor. It was eerily silent, but he was able to track her movements that way. If he couldn't follow her based on her ki signature, he was just going to have to follow the sound. Tap tap, tap tap, pant He knew the sounds of someone running in fear. In fact, he relished it. Suddenly, silence once again. He continued in the direction he recalled hearing the steps go.
Breathing. He could hear her breathing. That meant she had to be close. He followed the steady sound. "Your stamina is pathetic, woman. You're done." The words rolled out of Vegeta's mouth like the growl of pitbull. Without hestitating, he turned the corner.
At that very moment, she pulled the trigger and held the hose of the fire extinguisher up toward him. A stream of extinguishing fuel shot out, and hit him in the face.
Or, it would have, if it existed. Instead, a low gas fuel sputtered out, and she looked up, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Crap."
She spun around--fire extinguisher in hand--and bolted down the hallway and toward the auditorium. She couldn't go there. There were injured and sick people there, and Vegeta would more than likely turn them upside-down to get at her. 'Think, Bulma, think..!' "Ah!" She bit her lip, hoping that her new idea would work. She had to slow him down, or else she'd never get to safe ground.
Bulma held the fire extinguisher firmly, heading for the front doors of the school. Just as she reached them, she spun around, and chucked the extinguisher down, directly for Vegeta's feet. She didn't stay to see whether something happened or not. She had to at least clear two streets before she reached home.
"Blasted bitch!" He called out in pain and anger. It wasn't her strength that did it, but that old fire extinguisher had a bit of weight to it. Under normal circumstances, he barely would have flinched at this. It hurt, though. It hurt! He knew he couldn't let her get away, especially not after such a cheap move. Vegeta winced as he forced himself to run at the same pace he had earlier. He could NOT let Bulma get away. Broken toes were far less important than making her pay for her insolence.
"Damn!" He yelled out, trying to mask the pain in his voice. He was close to losing sight of her. 'Well, if she does get away, I still have her stupid radar. NO! What the hell am I thinking?! If the harpy gets away, who knows when I'll see her again? She has information!' He forced himself back into the right train of thought, pushing through the mediocre pain in his feet. He had to catch up. He couldn't let the blue-haired bitch get away.
"Crap, crap, crap--!" She had no clue as to where she could run. Sure, she could've gone for her apartment, but that would make Vegeta aware of where she lived. No--she had to throw him off, then run home. But how? She was panting, her throat was incredibly dry, and she knew she was going to choke if she didn't rest soon. Her fists tightened, and she turned another corner, her feet screeching to a halt.
"This is not my day.." She mumbled, standing face-to-face with a large Sniffer Dog. It seemed to tower over her, snarling and grunting at her. She could feel it's noisome breath filtering against her skin and in the air around her, close enough to see it's own droplets of drool. "Oh, man--!" She pulled back, firing off one of her gun'sor it and hitting itsquare in the shoulder. But, much like her other persuer, the dog was persistent, and made a mad dash for her.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Vegeta had paused for just a moment; his stamina only lasted so long. The injury and lack of oxygen to his lungs began to catch up with him. He knew he couldn't stop long enough to regain his compusure, that would just leave him tired and thirsty. There was no time. He wasn't letting Bulma get away. Just as he began to move once more, he heard a blood curdling scream.
Bulma. He knew that voice anywhere, and there wasn't a doubt something had happened. He instantly picked up his speed, in an attempt to find her. She wasn't getting away. The sound of the screams got louder, and when he turned the corner, he saw one of the things he least expected. Bulma, practically cornered by the Sniffer Dog. It was the first of it's kind that Vegeta had seen, though it only took a few seconds for him to become adjust to the hideous creature.
"Not today, fuckwad." Vegeta growled at the monster. He jumped in front of Bulma, stumbling a bit from the pain in his toes. "She's my target, and if you want HER, you're gonna have to annihilate me first."
Well. Wasn't that heroic. Or, well, it would have been, if Vegeta wasn't totally focused on killing her afterwards. She almost felt bad for him, what with her smashing him in the face and toes with blunt objects, but hey: he'd earned it. At least, in her mind, he did. Despite hat, somthing kept her from running. He was injured, no doubt, and she wasn't quite sure that the residents of Discedo would appreciate another corpse on the street. Especially one as funny-looking as Vegeta.
"You, uh, know that they don't understand you, right?" She said, raising a brow. Her snide remarks would have to wait, though, as the dog leapt out toward the two of them, and she fell into a crouch, shooting at the dog from Vegeta's side. "I need to save ammo," she said. "Take it out once I get it on the ground!"
No, it didn't mke sense to her. It really, really didn't. But, she couldn't go wasting ammo on a dog when she'd need it against Vegeta later.
Vegeta let out another growl at the dog. He stared it down, and spoke gruffly to Bulma. "I didn't say to use your ammo, woman!, I'll take care of this!"
This was all the time it took for the beast to be on it's feet again. "I said, this one's mine!" Vegeta's voice boomed. The animal was vicious, but it still seemed to be gunning for Bulma more than himself. A sudden urge came over him, much like the one that had on Namek when Zarbon attacked. He lunged forward, punching with a fair amount of his strength. His fist connected with the dog's jaw, sending flying backwards. They were vicious, but didn't seem to carry that much weight. He smirked with satisfaction. He knew that it was far from over, but at the very least, if he could injure it enough, they could get away before more came. He began to seethe a bit, but what happened next, he couldn't have forseen.
The dog suddenly jumped forward, grabbing onto his leg. He buckled from the pain of his broken toes. "Fucking hell." This wasn't going as he'd planned.
"Oh! This one's mine!" Bulma imitated, scoffing and aiming again. The eyes were a central point for the dogs, as well as the bridges of their noses. Hit a tender pont in the head, and it'd be down long enough to kill. "Right. Well," she let out two shots, one hitting the animal dead-center, the other scraping it's ear as it howled.
She groaned. She was beat; tired, hungry, out of breath, and her previous enemy turned savior-of-the-moment wasn't doing so hot, either. When the animal reared it's head up once more, Bulma fired another shot, hitting it square in the forehead again. The creature reeled back, stumbling away from Vegeta and shaking it's head, before it crumbled to its feet--just as Bulma did the same. "Ugh."
"Damn." Vegeta grumbled. He could feel the pain shooting up and down his leg. Blood was leaking through the only clothing he had. Between this, and his toes, he was in bad shape. He had called it, Bulma will always get into trouble. He knew he was lucky she had been there - it was obvious he didn't know the weakspots of these hideous creatures. However, he was too proud to admit such a thing. He didn't need to deal with a gloating Bulma. Not after the night he was having.
"I thought you weren't going to waste your bullets? You fool, you should have ran. You're an idiot!" He snapped at her. He wasn't sure why he was protecting her. This wasn't his way. That made twice. Twice in the last three years that he had saved an Earthling. Well, the same Earthling, at least. He had saved Kuririn and Gohan, too. What kind of Saiyan was he becoming?
Were Bulma any less fatigued, she probably would've laughed right at him. Unfortunately, she was near the end of her rope. "Uh-huh. Okay." She groaned, pushing herself to sit up until she slid her gun back into it's holster. As far as she knew, she was down to a few single bullets, and they couldnt be wasted again. "We need to get to the clinic, buddy," she said, looking at him. He'd really had a number done on himself, and she almost felt bad for having a part in that, but then she remembered everythng hed said and shrugged. Nah. She didn't feel too bad at all.
The chimera bite, though, she kind of felt sorry for. She should have shot it down faster, at the very least. Wincing, she pulled herself to stand, her legs wobbling. "Can you stand?" Dumb question, really, but she wasn't keen on touching him if she didn't have to. This was, after all, the guy who was chasing her down only five minutes before.
"Yes." He snapped back. He wasn't going to back down that easily. He still had his pride, he was a Saiyan, after all. There was no way he would accept help from Bulma for something so remedial. It was bad enough she had saved his ass. Vegeta felt as if he was disgracing his race. At least Freeza wasn't around to see it. He was nothing without his ki abilities. This had to change. He was going to heal stronger, and he was going to become just as fast as he was without that damn chip. Unless he found it. If he could get rid of it, this problem would be solved. It was decided, right then on the spot. He was going to find out where the chip was, and destroy it.
He struggled to stand up. His arms had a few scratched, but nothing major. He focused the majority of the weight to his left leg, which came out relatively unscathed. "Go to your precious little electric home. I don't need your help." He snarled. He was frustrated. He lost. He lost, and she knew it. And now he was paying the price.
She raised a brow at him, but was too tired to mull over his thought process. She forgot about her ego the minute she started running from him. After all, this wasn't competition; it was survival. "Whatever," she said, looking at his leg, "But without any weird powers, that--" she grunted, her stance wavering, "--that's not gonna heal on it's own for a while. Wrap it up and find someplace to rest or the next few days."
She turned, stumbling a bit, before heading off without another word. She wasn't about to test her luck around him, but she did peek back a few times, her eyelids heavy from being completely worn out. Holding her head, Bulma moved back down Latimir, sighing. If Kamina was making any kind of noise when she got home, she was going to hit him with a chair.
He grunted, walking in the opposite direction of Bulma. Once she was out of sight, he sat on the nearest piece of solid ground he could. He was too injured to go far, let alone properly care for his wounds. What he would do to get a senzu bean right then. It didn't help that he was starving. He would have eaten the dog, had he killed it. Survival meant there were no luxuries. But all he could to was lay, wait, and hope that the dogs wouldn't show up again tonight. He'd move at dawn.
At least he had the Dragon Radar.