A/N: This is one of those chapters that I wrote just for the hell of it. Sorry if it sucks :(
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By the way, does anyone remember the Acrosians? They were Saiyan allies or something before Frieza wiped them out. They really did wear cloaks like this, but I don't know why. I just made the reasoning up.
Disclaimer: Super Saiyan 1: Spikey blonde hair
Super Saiyan 2: Super spikey blonde hair
Super Saiyan 3: Super long super spikey blonde hair
Super Saiyan 4: Leather pants.
Not that Veggie couldn't totally pull that off, but seriously...wth?
Chapter 4: Shield My Face
How could he let a woman sneak up on him like that? Rest assured, she couldn't hurt him if she tried, but she had still surprised him, and that just wouldn't do.
And what's worse, he'd lost his prize. The gun was no longer strapped to his back; he'd dropped it as he fled, and that girl had picked it up.
"Dammit," he muttered.
He found his way back to the cavern, surprisingly not hungry even though the sun was now peaking over the treetops.
He had to admit, though, it had been nice to talk with someone who could answer you back. It was nice hearing a voice that, for one second at least, wasn't screaming at/or about him.
He hadn't realized he missed Saiyanoid contact.
He thought back to the girl, with that strange blue hair and ivory skin. She was different, like he was. He had never seen any other humans with blue hair. Not that he'd seen a lot of humans, but either way...
And her eyes…
They were blue too, almost like his, but a shade darker, like pools of soft ink, whereas his were a pale, glowing blue, like ice.
He collapsed on his nest of pelts and fell asleep immediately. He couldn't imagine why he was so tired, but he suddenly didn't feel like hunting, or swimming, or even playing. He didn't even feel it when Zorn came back from wherever he had been and nudged his shoulders.
Bulma didn't wake up until noon.
After all, she had been out at nearly 3 in the morning, with no breaks for sleep.
Unfortunately, that gave her parents plenty of time to think about exactly how they were going to bitch her out, which they promptly did the second she entered the kitchen for a refrigerator raid.
"Bulma, what in Kami's name were you thinking?" he father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Welllll…I was thinking something along the lines of 'I'm going to kill the bastard that took my gun', if you want a for real legit excuse," Bulma said sheepishly.
"Language, dear," Bunny sighed.
"Bulma, you know I don't buy that," her father said sternly. "I know that boy only comes out at night. You were going to look for him, weren't you?"
"Guilty," she grinned. He knew her far too well. "Come on, Dad, if he's only out at night, why do you only send people out during the day? It's counterproductive."
"You should have taken some men with you."
"I don't need a baby sitter!" she glared.
"Apparently you do, if you're going to make such rash decisions!"
"I can take care of myself, Dad! I had enough food and supplies to last me for at least 3 days, and I had my communicator with me!"
"And what if you ran into someone?"
Bulma looked away.
"Bulma…" her father looked at her seriously. "You didn't run into anyone, did you?"
She sighed. "I found him, Dad. I really saw the Moon Shadow."
His eyes widened.
"He's gorgeous, Daddy. Even prettier than I imagined. You should see him. He's just like Celipa described. I've never seen someone with fur like that! And his hair, it was like silk! He said he was a Sa –"
"You touched him?" her father cried.
"Well…it was more of an ambush, so…Jeez, Dad, not like that! Good grief. I just surprised him, is all. You should have seen his face! He was stunned that I could sneak up on him like that. I got him good. But he reminds me of Son-kun and Raditz! He said he was a Saiyan, but they don't have fur." She frowned.
"Oh, you never know, dear," Bunny said cheerfully, already forgiving her daughter. "You haven't seen them in quite a while."
Bulma sighed. "I guess. But I doubt they'd grow fur like that and not tell me."
"Can we get back to the matter at hand, please?" Dr. Briefs sighed. "Bulma, I don't want you out looking for him without escorts. You know how strong he is, and according to the Sons' report, he has predatory animals as friends. Do you understand?"
She sighed herself. "Yes, Father."
At least no servants or companions had been around to see her parents "arguing" with her. They were such soft spoken people…even when they were bitching.
That's what woke him; the incessant, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly, peeking through his dark, red tipped lashes. Zorn was nosing him as he had been every morning, somewhat worriedly. Vegeta groaned and rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was at least an hour later than he normally woke up, as it had been for the past two weeks since he saw that girl.
Why was he so tired?
Vegeta rose from his cot and stretched, though his muscles protested. He glanced at the waterfall just outside the cavern. It was small, created by an escapee stream from the river above the cave, but just large enough to bathe in.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the water, closing his eyes as the water ran down his hair and into his face. The water was fresh and clean, so clear that he could've seen his reflection like a mirror had it stayed in a puddle for long before it drained into the down into the river. He cleaned the dirt from his body and stepped away from the water, shaking out his fur.
He suddenly had a craving for a legit, non-hunted meal, but he could only get that by buying it in…
It wasn't hard to find a cloak and bag. The Acrosian village tended to be afraid of sunlight, and they were loaded with dark cloaks and bags full of strange, dark herbs.
He had no interest in herbs, of course. Who knew what kind of poisonous shit was in those bags? He dumped the leaves out on the very porch from which he took the shoulder bag, sliding the cloak over his shoulders as he did so.
It would be the first time he'd stolen in broad daylight, but since the Acrosians were nocturnal, that wasn't a problem. Poor fools, they though that the fact that they slept only during the day would keep their belongings safe.
After returning from his...gathering, Vegeta looked at himself in the "mirror", which was nothing but a large, smooth green crystal embedded in the cavern. The cloak covered nearly every inch of him, leaving his chin as the only thing to sight. He was a bit surprised that his thick hair fit underneath the hood, but the since sunlight burned Acrosians skin, whenever they went out in the daytime, the giant hoods shielded their faces from all sunlight. He slid the gi wraps further down his wrist to cover the red fur on his arms; they were long enough that he could reach out to grab something without his fur being seen, and the bag was large enough to carry a month's worth food capsules, tools, and clothes. Right now, they were full of large emeralds from the cavern, the same one he crafted the beads in his hair from, and as many as he had, he was filthy freaking rich by Son-jin standards.
He grinned to himself. You clever bastard, he thought smugly.
It was true enough. No one else could have passed off such an obvious disguise.
Sliding the bag onto his shoulder, Vegeta left the cavern in a blur of motion, headed to a real city for the first time in two years.
She felt weird.
It wasn't often that she dressed in a commoner's clothing. Most of the time she either wore her training gear or beautiful clothes fit for a princess such as herself.
And yet here she was smack damn in the middle of town, wearing a baggy brown t-shirt, skinny jeans, soft grey uggs, and a baseball cap.
Human style had changed drastically; girls no longer wore frilly shirts or tiny skirts unless they were whores, and men no longer wore khaki shorts and tees unless they were poor. Now, people wore spandex like clothes that fit snug on their bodies, the material made in order to keep out the harsher heat of Extrason.
So why, you ask, was she dressed like an average human from 100 years ago?
Because once again, she was sneaking out.
Not behind her parents back, per say, but behind the people's back. It had been about two weeks since she'd seen the Moon Shadow, and frankly, she'd been bored out of her wits. However, as her parents had so carefully instructed, she was not allowed to leave palace grounds without escorts. In turn, she had two guards weaving in and out of the pleasantly thick crowd of shoppers, pretending to shop as they watched her. Her parents were convinced that the black market area of town was too dangerous for her, never mind that she was very strong and fully capable of protecting herself.
But she was so tired of being cooped up on Palace Grounds. She loved the Black Market, actually. The term had, over the years, become a physical place versus an imaginary economical term. You could find so many things in this part of town, things that couldn't be found anywhere else. Each Black Market was unique in its own way, and there were only ten in all of Extrason. The buildings were always old and ratty, though somehow stable, and the place had almost no vegetation. What little grass there was left was brown and wilted, and most of this part of the city was covered in a fine layer of dust, though the shops were seemingly clean. It wasn't the actual setting she loved, mind you, but the difference of it all.
Bulma patted the bag at her hip. She knew a certain trader that took objects in exchange for information, and she had plenty of old jewelry she'd been meaning to throw out stashed in the leather bag. A few diamonds, rubies, and sapphires all strung on silver and gold chains would get her whatever information the trader possibly knew.
And she was going to ask him to tell her everything he knew about Super Saiyans.
His disguise was working so far. No one had shouted "GET HIM!" just yet, and no one even gave him any stares. This was Black Market, after all. Cloaked figures roamed here often.
He slipped through the crowd easily, his lithe, hidden form not attracting much attention. No one was watching him, no one asked who he was…everything so far was going according to plan.
Ah, the look on trader's faces when he presented them with the emeralds. With just one, he'd bought enough Food Capsules to last a human for nearly a year if eating three or even four square meals a day; about 2 to 3 months by his standards. And of course, since they were in capsules, they couldn't go bad. He smirked, thinking of the shocked murmurs among the surrounding dealers and customers.
He waited in line for what seemed like ages. Two little children ran around him in circles, and he tensed, wondering if he'd been given away.
He hadn't, of course. Annoying brats.
Finally, the line was clear, and he could get something to eat.
"I need food," he said, softening his voice. He did not want to be recognized by anyone, though his voice had only been heard by the people of the human village, and the blue haired girl. Who knew if those people were around? He didn't like relying on luck; it'd never gotten him anywhere. Everything he'd done was by skill and natural talent.
The woman selling the capsules looked up. She was plump, in a pleasant, almost motherly type of way, with olive green skin and brown hair. She smiled warmly at him. "Alrighty, lad. What can I get'cha?"
He slipped his hand into the bag on his shoulder, withdrawing an emerald. "How much can you give me for this?" he asked, genuinely curious of her answer.
Her mouth fell open. Shocked gasp raked through the people behind him, and he tensed as he realized that they might try to attack him.
"Holy…where'd a young lad like you get one of those?" the woman breathed.
"I have my ways," he answered.
"Now listen here," she said, attempting to sound stern while she all but drooled at the green stone. "I can't be accepting stolen goods -"
"They aren't stolen. Let's just say I'm a skilled miner. How much food can you give me?"
"For that whole thing?" she asked greedily.
"The entire damn stone. Make it fast."
She nodded. "Seyla! Get me as many Capsules as you can find!"
"All of them, Mama?" came a sweet voice.
"Every damn one!" she turned to the customers behind him. "Sorry folks! Out of food today!" People groaned and cursed, eyeing him enviously once more before hurriedly scattering to find more places with food.
"I want them in as few capsules as you can manage," Vegeta added.
Nearly 30 minutes later, he had roughly twenty capsules filled to the brim with containers of food. He was slightly amazed that they'd had containers big enough, but they managed.
He tossed her the emerald and gathered his things, smirking to himself as she nearly fell into the mud trying to catch it.
"What do you need all this food for, mister?"
He turned to see a pretty girl, the daughter named Seyla. "To eat," he said, as if it were obvious.
She laughed, thinking it was a joke. "Where are you going? Must be awfully far away for you to need this much. You emptied the entire storage house! That's a good year's worth food there," she smiled.
"3 months," he muttered.
"What'cha wearing that cloak for?"
Full of questions, wasn't she? "Because I want to."
"Well, aren't you going to let a pretty girl like me see your face in return for all her hard work?" she giggled, batting her lashes.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Why would I do that? I am not here for girls. I'm here for supplies."
"Aw, come now, how long has it been since you had a good lay?"
Well…since never. He had never had a woman, and he intended to keep it that way. Women were nothing but distractions, and whores left the possibility of bastard children. Besides, he preferred being alone in the wild, with no one to tell him what he could or couldn't do.
"Well?" Seyla prompted.
He paused. "You are a slut, aren't you?" he asked.
She snickered, dropping her innocent facade. "No, not really. I'm no virgin, but I don't fuck everything in sight, no."
"Then why do you want me?"
"Because I know a worthy man when I see one."
He frowned. Could she see him? No, his simple disguise was perfect, and besides, as greedy as her mother was, surely she'd be excited about the bounty that he had over his head. She'd be screaming bloody murder if that was the case.
"You haven't even seen my face."
"So take the hood off."
He grunted, pulling the bag onto his shoulder underneath his cloak, and started to step away when her hand clamped on his shoulder.
"Aren't you going to show me?" she whispered seductively.
Show her? Show her what? His face? His body? His skills?
He glanced back at her once more, and she caught sight of a perfect, smooth, bronze jaw, leading up to a hidden, sharply defined face adorned with a set of full, very male lips.
Those perfect lips opened slightly, and for a second she imagined letting her tongue dart in and out, her teeth nibbling them gently…
"No," he said smoothly, and without another word, he left the shop.
It was the first time she'd ever been denied.
He brought clothes next, using a smaller emerald. In all honesty, they held no worth to him; after all, his cavern was practically littered with the jewels. But that didn't mean he was going to be cheated.
Everything he bought was black. It would be better for future trips to the city, and it would hide him better while hunting.
Not that he needed to hide, but still.
He glanced around, determined to find at least one more shop that would perk his interest. Black Market was littered with taverns, stores, and trade shops, but only one in particular caught his eye.
It was a small building, with only one room for customers and back room for supplies. Beaded jewels and fine silk hung from the walls, making it seem rich and majestic despite the seemingly unstable structure. Beautiful decorative vases and pottery sat on shelves, and purple and golden bead curtains hung in place of a door. Vegeta scoffed at the poor quality of the décor; his beads were much finer.
A small, green, lizard like man with a scruffy orange Mohawk sat behind an overcrowded desk against the left side of the room, reading. Fine cloth and ancient, thin scrolls (Black Marketers so rarely had the advanced reader strips that normal society did) littered the tabletop, and the entire shop was hopelessly messy.
Vegeta deepened his voice this time before he spoke. "What do you really sell here?" he asked. "People literally pay you money to spread lies? Or do you have proof of what you say?"
Malaka looked up at him from his scroll. A toothy smile formed on his scaly lips as he took in the cloaked figure in front of him. "Oh, I don't tell lies, boy. Or if I do," he chuckled, "I don't realize it. I'm older than I look, and I've seen much of space in my day. The things I've seen, the books I've read…I'd say I'm pretty well informed, to a certain extent."
"What type of information can you give me?"
"Oh, I know plenty about many things. Culture, technology, empires –"
"Have there ever been any ties between the rules of this planet and the Planet Trade Organization?"
"I take it you know something," Vegeta observed.
"I can't be spreading information about the Colds, boy – "
"The Colds are dead."
"Wha – what?"
"The Colds are dead," he repeated. "I killed them."
Malaka stared at him, still frozen in a mixture of fear and awe. "I…I don't believe you. No one is stronger than Frieza's family."
"I killed Frieza's sorry ass, and I laughed while I did it. At my power, all it took was a well-placed, star sized Ki blast, and the rest of the army went up with a couple of dynamite sticks for my personal amusement. If you don't believe me, you can go join him in hell when I kill you."
He wouldn't really, of course. Where would he get his information otherwise?
The reptilian swallowed. "The Colds never made it to this planet. The humans had a cloaking device, years ago. It hid the planet from all detectors, and since Extrason seems to be even further away from most planets than Earth was, the Colds never found the planet."
"So the humans never had any contact with the Ice-jins?"
"No. Lucky race, aren't they?"
Vegeta thought for a minute. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to ask the question; humans were far too weak to be a threat to him. But he was curious, he supposed, as to whether or not the inhabitants of this planet were his enemies...better to find out late than never.
He heard the beads rustling behind him, and a Ki signature in the three thousands appeared in the room. Vegeta's eyes slid to the person, and he bit his lip to prevent the shocked intake of breath that threatened to escape his lips.
It was her.
"Hello, Bulma dear," Malaka glanced past him to look at the blue-haired girl.
Bulma hissed. "Malaka!" she scolded, her eyes darting to the cloaked figure. "Shh!"
He chuckled. "Sorry, girlie. I'll be with you in a minute."
She nodded and started browsing among the cloth hanging on the walls.
Vegeta's muscles tensed, rippling underneath his fur. What the hell was she doing here? And of all times!
" – else?"
He looked up sharply, making sure to keep his face partially hidden. "What?"
"I said, did you need to know anything else?"
"Um, no. Here." He tossed him the jewel and headed for the door. Malaka's eyes bugged out slightly before he quickly wrapped the jewel in one of the pieces of cloth on the table before shoving it into a drawer.
Bulma looked up, seeing as her turn had now come, and pulled a stool over to sit in front of Malaka's desk. .
"What can I help you with today, Little Girl?" Malaka asked.
"I'm not a little girl and you know it.," she said, engaging in their normal conversation. "I want you to tell me everything you know about Super Saiyans."
Vegeta whirled, his elbow bumping into a vase. It slid from the shelf, and would have shattered at his feet had he not caught it at the last second.
Unfortunately, in doing so, the cloak fluttered, revealing the red fur on his upper arms for a split second.
It was enough.
"Crap," he muttered. He quickly put the vase back and darted out of the shop.
Bulma's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Malaka, I'll be back." He nodded, and Bulma jumped up from her seat, reaching into her pocket as she raced for the door.
The figure was fast.
He couldn't go as fast as he'd like, of course. That would give him away. But even walking, he was fast.
But Bulma didn't need speed to catch up with him. Just as he reached the center of Black Market, the people cleared like the parting of the Red Sea, and Bulma fired the gun that was now resting on her shoulder.
The figure cried out as the net encased him, entangling his feet. As he fell to the dusty ground with a soft thud, his dark cloak tangled in the net as well, pulling it away from his body. His red tail was snaked firmly around his waist, and the long brown hair cascaded past his shoulders and down his back, just as she remembered. The crowd shrieked, whether at him or at the gun she held, she didn' know.
"Gotcha!" she cried gleefully. If it could just hold him for a second while she got a tranquilizer out...
The Saiyan growled, flexing his muscles. The net, pulled tight and snug around his body and preventing any movement, strained, and Bulma heard a soft riiip.
"You've got to be kidding!" she cried, fumbling for her bag.
He grinned at her, flexing his muscles again. Blue Ki licked at his flesh, caressing his fur as it burned the ropes.
"Silly Son-jin," he snickered.
He jumped up, and the ropes split into pieces at his sudden movement, catching fire from his Ki before they hit the ground.
He smirked at the smoldering ashes. "Did you really think you could catch me with something like that?"
She sneered. "No, but it slowed you down for a second."
"What was the point of that?"
"I could have caught you with a tranquilizer. I want to know who you are."
"I told you, I am a Super Saiyan, Forth Form."
"That doesn't explain much."
He grinned, flashing his pearly white canines. "Maybe not. But that makes things interesting, doesn't it?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly he was in the air, smirking at everyone's shocked reactions.
"Hey," he called. "Bulma, is it? Tell the Princess that she shouldn't send a girl to do a man's job, especially when it would take an army to catch me."
Fury flashed in her eyes, and in the same second, he flashed out of sight.
A/N: I have no idea what the hell I was doing with this. Oh well. Sigh. I'm sorry, I know it's crap. You all know this one and Comatose really just side projects. They aren't the most popular anyway, but I will keep writing them. My main ones of course are ASTAC and TOL.
Anyone remember Malaka? I swear, he was the only one of Frieza's subordinates that Veggie-kun wasn't obsessed with blowing up.
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